The Edge Of Tonight

The Edge of Tonight

- The one where Y/n reaches her breaking point and ruins Harry’s special night

TW: drug use of a family member, mentions of overdose 

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Tonight is really important.

Harry has a mandatory meeting that addresses his next leading role in an upcoming action film. This is his biggest acting opportunity since his role in Dunkirk—his career only seeming to get better with each audition and he couldn’t wait to discuss the next character he has to take on.

Everyone is there—between his managers, the directors, and all the other actors involved in the making, tonight is a really big deal. Harry hasn’t been this excited since his last movie, and to be honest, he never thought he’d end up being a part of something like this again.

He’s amazed at it all, really. There’s a certain type of hustle he’s already found himself getting comfortable with, despite his overwhelming introverted-ness. The cast and crew—everybody, really—is really welcoming, and to know that this will be his life for the next year gets him even more excited. 

At the main table—where everybody talks individually to get a proper grasp on the characters—he makes rounds with as many people he can; asking questions and getting all the clarification he needs in regards to the film. And even though everything he’s doing is work related, there really isn’t anywhere he’d rather be at the moment.

He’s two hours in—half of his questions still unanswered and the director has yet to discuss the majority of the making. They’re walking to take their seats for the mass presentation—where they go over their film location, get their scripts, all the nitty gritty that comes with being an actor—when Harry’s phone starts to ring. 

Normally, considering the situation that he’s in, he’d ignore the call and wait until his meeting was over to get in contact with whomever was in need to reach him. But as he stares down at the unknown number on his screen, something doesn’t feel right. His stomach tightens and he doesn’t necessarily know why. It’s just a goddamn phone call made at the wrong time.

And he really wants to ignore it—really should ignore it—but he can’t dismiss the mysterious feeling inside of him as it vibrates, for now the second time in his hand.

He sighs, looking around for somewhere much more private. He quickly walks away from where the crowd his heading, finding a secluded section near the bathrooms while he makes sure to answer the call.

He barely has any time to say anything before he hears her.

“Harry, please don’t hate me.”

Y/n’s voice sure as hell was the last thing he expected to hear on the other line as it evidently speaks through tears and worry. To hear her in that way makes his heart drop to the pit of his stomach and his palms sweat against the phone, the thought of the unfamiliar number somehow slipping from his mind as it’s now raided by concern.

He thinks of the worst possible scenario she could be in for her to be calling in such a state. Despite her saying “please don’t hate me” hints at the fact whatever position she is was her fault, he can’t help but to panic at the mere thought that she’s in danger and he’s not close enough to save her in time.

“Darling, what’s wrong? Are you alright?”

Y/n wishes he didn’t sound so concerned for her because when it comes down to it, she doesn’t deserve the benefit of the doubt Harry always gives her. Everything that’s happened, the whole reason why she’s here, is because of something she had done. It was necessarily her fault, but it was her stupid decision that brought her into this mess, and she doesn’t want to take advantage of his heart. 

Especially not now, not during one of the most important nights of his career. She can’t take advantage of what he always gives her because he’d never forgive her, no matter how much she really truly needs him right now.

“I’m at the police station I—" She stomps her feet on the ground because she knows what she’s in for now that she confessed her whereabouts. She’s more than upset with herself, too, because she knows that she’s being a burden on a night so detrimental to his career. “I fucked up, Harry. I’m so sorry.“

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A/N: Hi hi!! So sorry that this is literally a month after you requested this, but this was sent in by the lovely @rbforsmileycal!!☀️So I hope you (especially you @rbforsmileycal enjoy you sent it in) all enjoy it!! Let me know what ya think!! And this is fluff!! Ha! We got some more fluff on the way! Who am I!!!

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REQUEST: Reader goes on first leg of tour with Shawn and mid-flight while he’s asleep she gets motion sickness and he wakes up and realizes and she tries to brush it off as nothing even though she’s sick and Shawn’s having none of that and just being the best boyfriend ever

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Warnings: Throwing up (bleh sljdf nothing graphic though! just like describing the ~feeling)

Word Count: 2.2K

It was only five o’clock in the evening, but you were exhausted as you watched the sunset through the windows of Toronto’s Pearson International Airport.  Slumped down in the uncomfortable chairs in your terminal, you smiled when you saw Shawn and a few of his crew members walk back to you with coffees in hand.

You loved seeing him surrounded by his road crew.  A different side of his personality shined through; for touring being so chaotic he always seemed so relaxed around the people he picked to bring on the road with him.  You heard the tail end of their conversation, the lighting director cracking a joke that had the three of them in stitches.

With two cups in hand, Shawn slid into the chair next to you and passed you your tea, “One earl grey with a splash of milk.”

You smiled as you wrapped your hands around the Starbucks cup.  The warmth of the cup sent shivers down your spine as it simultaneously heated you up, “Thanks.”

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request for reader reacting to Levi being seriously injured and taking care of him (or Levi protecting reader) I know you’ve done some requests with the reader protecting Levi and it’d be nice to have one where it’s the opposite :)

A/N: uhh this kinda went off topic to your prompt but i hope you enjoy nonetheless. also this somehow ended up at 4.5k idk how

Small Price

(Y/N) opens her eyes, squinting as the golden beam of light attacks her face. Once the fogginess that clouds her vision fades away, she slowly turns around. A soft smile is one her face as she is met with the rare sight of her sleeping husband, Levi. Her gaze shifts to his chest and her smile vanishes, replaced by a look of sadness and pain. 

It starts at his right shoulder, trailing down his side and then curving left. It slopes down, disappearing beneath his black pants but she knows it stops at his left hip. It’s long and narrow, a clean swipe. She bites back a sob as her eyes repeatedly trail over the hideous mark.

He got that scar because of her. 

It’s worse than any other mark he has on his body, and it’s all her fault.  She feels the hot sensation behind her eyes but wills the tears back. Unable to look at it any longer, she tears her eyes away from his chest and sits up. As she moves to get up, a pair of arms wrap around her waist.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His gruff voice calls out to her.

“I’m going to make tea.” She answers, trying to pry his arms away from her body but he tightens his grip.

“Do that later, it’s still early. Cuddle me.” He says playfully, nuzzling his face into her lower back. 

Any other time she would’ve played along, she loves being in his arms. However, now it means she has to face what she did to him, and she knows she’ll break down. (Y/N) can’t have that. 

“Sorry Levi, not today.” She says, keeping her voice firm. 

“You’ve been saying that a lot.” Levi grumbles, relinquishing his hold on her. She bites the inside of her cheek at his answer. She has been brushing his attempts off for any sort of affection that would make her face his scar ever since that day. The day she messed up.

“Ah well, we can’t just stay in bed Levi. We’ve got things to do.” She adds a laugh towards the end, standing up and quickly shuffling to her closet. 

“Yeah yeah..,” She hears his annoyance. It’s ironic really. Normally she was the one that makes him stay in bed a little longer, but not anymore. Now she’s eager to not face him, avoiding any chance to see her mistake. 

As she changes into her clothes, his familiar presence is behind her. She’s pulled back to his body, his face buried into her neck. She may not initiate any forms of affection towards him now, but Levi sure did. He’s been showing more of his affection through his actions lately. 

(Y/N) squeaks as she feels his lips pepper her soft skin, occasionally nibbling. 

“L-Levi…,” 

The raven haired man only hums, his teeth grazing her neck. He bites down on her sweet spot, making her gasp. She wriggles out of his hold before he could leave a bruise. A dissatisfied noise leaves his lips.

“Not now Levi...people will see it…,” she says, her back still facing him.

Levi sighs behind her. “Then give me a kiss, you could at least do that.”

There’s a pause, his words churning inside her head. She does feel bad for the things she’s doing to him, essentially pushing him away when all he’s been doing is showing her his love. She could do a kiss, just to avoid his chest. Turning around, she tranfixes her eyes on his face. Then she kisses him, soft and sweet. She makes sure to turn around after they part.

“I’m going to go to the mess hall. I’ll make you tea too.” She gets a grunt as a response.

Leaving the room the clacks of the boots fill the air as she walks down the halls. Entering the kitchen, she takes out two tea cups and prepares the beverages. Soon she holds two cups of tea in her hands. Chatter lightens the atmosphere as she walks into the mess hall. Cadets begin to thunder down the corridors, eager to get their seats and talk with their friends. She smiles at Erwin who is already seated at the table, which he returns. Setting the cups down with a clink, she retrieves two trays of food.

“How are you doing (y/n)?” The Commander questions.

“Oh I’m doing well, how about you?” She replies, digging into her meal. 

“Tired mostly. Lots of proposals to look over.”

“You can pass some of them on to me if you’d like. A tired Commander isn’t a good one.” 

“Thank you for your offer, but Levi wouldn’t allow me to dump a lot of work on you.”

“You’re right about that.” 

Speak of the man himself. Levi slides in next to her, taking his teacup by the rim. She purposely avoids his gaze. Erwin watches them closely, his lips pursued. Before he could say anything, a voice the three were all too familiar with, much to Levi’s displeasure, makes itself known. 

“Hiya everyone!” The scientist chirps, plopping herself down next to Erwin. Levi mutters under his breath.

“Hello to you Hanji.” Erwin greets.

“Hi Hanji.” (y/n)  says with a smile, happy that she’s here. At least she keeps her mind off things and helps keep a conversation going. It was beginning to get awkward with the two men.

“Aww, aren’t you going to say anything Levi?” 

“No.” Levi deadpans. 

Hanji pouts. “Oh come on.”

He drags out a sigh. “Morning”

“Such a grouch you are.” She tsks, shaking her head. She turns her attention to the other female. “Anything you can do to make him less of a grumpy old man~?” She teases, a glint in her eyes. Levi tightens his grip on the cup and (y/n)’s afraid the force of his grip will shatter the cup.

“Uhh,” She doesn’t know what to say. 

“Oooh, I see I see.” She says suggestively.

“Hanji I will cut you with a fork if you don’t stop talking.” Levi says darkly. She places a hand over his, hoping to extinguish the fire in his nerves. Thankfully it does. His grip loosens, setting the cup down.

“Now Levi, no need for unneccessary murder.” Erwin joins in. Levi rolls his eyes. 

After breakfast, the superiors were getting ready to train the cadets. While (y/n) puts on her gear for ODMG training with her squad, Levi walks towards her. Immediately she trains her eyes on the ground.

“Are you feeling okay?” He inquires, his hand grasping hers. 

She stiffly nods. “Fine.”

“You think you can lie to me?” 

He hooks two fingers under her chin, tilting her head up. Concern swirls in his ashen hues.

“Talk.” He commands.

She swallows thickly. She can’t possibly tell him what’s really bothering her.

“Just a lot of things on my mind, that’s all.” She says, attempting a smile to quell his suspicions. 

“Care to tell what those things are? You haven’t been acting yourself lately.” Levi points out.

She racks her brain for a viable excuse, but even she knows that he’ll see right through her. 

“Really, it’s nothing you should worry about. Just girl things, you know?” She tries to move away but he pulls her into his embrace. She places her hands on his chest to steady herself, her heart beating vigorously. The fabric is the only thing keeping her from touching the scar physically, but she mentally traces it in her mind. Her heart twists painfully. Oh god, she has to get out of his hold. 

“As your husband, I have a right to know what’s bothering my wife. Now spit it out.” His eyes bore into her. His patience is wearing thin.

Thankfully, a savior in the form of an exuberant brunette saves the day.

“Shorty stop keeping (y/n) to herself! She has to train the cadets!” Hanji hollers.

Levi scowls, removing his arms from her frame, (y/n)  internally sighing in relief. 

“Damn shitty glasses.” He growls. 

“You heard her, I should get going.” 

After making sure she attached all her equipment, she hurriedly leaves the shed. She feels his gaze on her as she walks to the training grounds. 

~~~~

She sighs as she enters their room, making a beeline to the bathroom. Today was exhausting and not to mention very hot. Training under the sweltering heat was not fun. Her clothes stick to her skin due to the amount of sweat she produced and she’s disgusted. Some of the cadets even passed out from heat exhaustion which worried her greatly. It’s why she ended training early so the soldiers would be okay, but others not so much. Levi’s group is still training in the hellish heat. She  prays they’ll make it out okay. 

Peeling off her uniform and tossing it in a corner, she steps inside the bathtub. She turns on the shower, allowing the cool water to run down her body and cool her off. The cooling sensation on her skin is a welcome change. Soon, the heat dies down. (Y/N) stares at the bathtub, water dripping down her hair. Now it feels icy cold, too cold. Her arms go around her body, a choked sob escaping her lips. 

It’s coming back to her.

Levi’s and (Y/n)’s squad was tasked to scout around the perimeter for any titans since a few scouts reported of titans near the walls. It was strange since it was during nighttime that they were handed this assignment and normally titan sightings are rare during the night. 

“Man, this is creepy.” Jean comments as they ride around the perimeter. Their torches are the only source of light, along with the ethereal glow of the radiant moon above in the abyss. 

“Scared, horse-face?” Eren taunts.

She notices the twitch in Levi’s eyebrow. Quickly sensing his mood, She speaks up. “Eren, Jean, please don’t fight. We are on a mission right now and messing around is uncalled for.” 

“Yes ma’am!” They yell in unison. Thankfully, they stay quiet although they threw each other dirty looks. 

“What a bunch of brats.” Levi huffs. (Y/n) chuckles a little, moving her horse so she was closer to him. She places a hand over his.

“After one more round then we can go back. Just hold on for a little longer, okay?” 

“If those two start a fight again, I’m flinging them off the wall.” 

She could only shake her head at his words. She looks around, her eyes sharp for any sort of movement.

“I don’t know what those Scouts saw, but it looks pretty clear to me.” Connie says.

“Yeah, we haven’t seen anything so far. I think they were just spooked.” Armin reasons.

“Still better to be safe than sorry.” Christa pipes in. 

After doing their last rounds and confirming that nothing was out of place, they start to ride back. Suddenly everyone stops, their heads whipping around. There’s an odd presence.

She strains her ears to pick up on anything, but all she hears are the whispers of the wind. (Y/N) unsheathes her swords, everyone else doing the same. Something is going to happen soon. The anxiety that courses through her body causes her heart rate to spike, the adrenaline priming her body for action. She gulps. 

A barrel comes out of nowhere and explodes, a huge smoke cloud covering the group. It’s so thick that she couldn’t see Levi or the others.

“Is everyone alright!?” She calls out, frantically looking for Levi.

“Take them all out!” Levi barks.

The sound of metal clashing together rings in the air. Someone appeared in front of her, their swords ready to strike but she was quicker. Evading the hit she goes for their blind spot, cutting them down easily. Blood stains the lush grass. She catches a glimpse of her husband before having to take out some other culprits. Where were they coming from?

“There are more of them!” Jean shouts.

More and more goons came out of nowhere. With more firepower, it was proving difficult to cut them all down. As she is evading a hit, someone comes up behind her. Spinning on her heel, she trips them with her leg and cuts them down, turning back around to get the second culprit. Then they start to swarm everyone. (Y/n) cries out when she’s roughly pushed down to the ground, an explosion of pain in her shoulder.

The smoke is clearing, she could make out the other soldiers and Levi. They were all getting swarmed too. Getting back on her feet she takes out as many as she could. Then she makes a mistake.

She goes in for the kill but the guy moves out of the way. Her feet turned the wrong way, so there was an opening and she noticed that a second too late. The man has a feral grin on his face, his sword position to strike her. There was nothing she could do. She stared in horror as the man was about to cut her down.

There’s a flash of in front of her. (Y/n) widens her eyes as Levi appears in front of her just as the man brings his sword down. It happened so fast. The man brought his sword down, cutting Levi across his chest. A strangled noise escapes his lips, blood gushing from his wound. In the next instance the man falls dead.

(Y/N) didn’t even realize she was screaming.

“CAPTAIN!” Everyone shrieks.

Levi staggers back, his wife catching him in his arms. She collapses to the ground, holding his body close to her. His eyes are closed and his expression is one of pain. His breathing is ragged, his head rolling to the side.

“Levi! Levi, answer me please! Levi!” She cries out. 

Oh god the blood, there was so much blood. His blood. She takes off her cloak and wraps it around his body, hoping to stop the blood flow. The crimson stains her clothes and hands. She trembles uncontrollably, screaming at him to wake up. Tears cascade down her cheeks, falling onto his skin. 

“What do we do!?” Someone says and she wishes she has an answer. Her mind isn’t working, the gears malfunctioning. 

She sees a sliver of his ashen hues. “Levi!” her desperate plea rings out in the air.

“You..okay?” He manages to speak before squeezing his eyes shut again, a groan leaving his mouth. He’s asking if she’s fine when he’s the one with the wound? 

“Eren, Jean, help me get Levi on my horse! We’re going straight back!” She yells out, her voice strained. His body is growing cold. 

The boys do as they’re told and everyone quickly rushes back to HQ. Time is ticking for her husband and she’s never been more afraid in her life. Being held at gunpoint? Not even close. In the jaws of a titan? Perhaps, but still no. 

She positioned Levi to be in front of her, his head resting on her shoulder. She keeps her hands on his hips to steady him. Her heart is pounding, the sound ringing in her ears. Levi moans in pain, digging his face into her shoulder.

“Please, hold on.” Her voice cracks.

“(y/n)…,” his voice is slurred.

“We’re getting help, just hang on.” Her bottom lip quiver, a few stray tears sliding down her cheek.

She nearly broke down the door to the infirmary while Jean and Eren helped carry Levi in. She could only sit down with her head in her hands as she let the doctors work. God she was terrified. His blood was still on her clothes. The scene kept replaying in her mind, how he just jumped in front of her with no hesitation. It was tearing her apart.

A nurse comes out of the room. (Y/N) stands up, a hopeful look on her face. 

“He’s alright. Needs lots of rest though.”

She lets out the biggest sigh of relief. “May...I see him?” She asks slowly, each word heavier than the last. The nurse nods, moving out of the way for her.

(Y/N) walks inside the room and her breath hitches. It almost looks like he’s sleeping, a tranquil look on his face. Her eyes trail down to his chest, seeing the bloody bandages. She did that to him. Her legs give out when she reaches the bed. Laying her head on his stomach, rivers stream down her face.

“I’m sorry...oh god I’m so sorry..,” (Y/n) chants, the words filling the empty air. 

Her tears mix with the water, falling into the tub. She digs her fingers into her skin. It’s all her fault. He nearly died because of her. (Y/N)furiously rubs away the tears, but more continue to fall like rain falling from the sky. She tenses when she hears the bathroom door open, followed by the sound of rustling clothes. Snatching a bar of soap she washes herself. The curtain is pulled back, Levi standing behind her. 

“It was so fucking hot outside.” Levi mutters.

“Y-Yeah, it was.” 

She keeps looking down at the tub, rubbing the soap over her body. She squeaks when she feels his arms go around her waist, pulling her back to his chest. The soap nearly slips from her grasp. She puts it down to the side. (Y/N) gulps, feeling the roughness of the scar on her back. 

“You’re tense, did the brats do anything?” Levi hums, pressing his hands on her shoulders.

“No, they were fine.” She tries to keep her voice steady.

“Then what’s the reason?”

“It’s just the heat, making me feel all sorts of things. By the way, you shouldn’t have trained your team so hard in the heat.” She lightly scolds him, hoping to distract herself.

“They need to learn how to survive these kinds of conditions.” He reasons, his nose tracing her neck. His warmth breath sends shivers down her spine. His lips press against her skin, his fingers tracing patterns on her stomach. Her knees wobble, his touch making her melt. 

“It’s been some time since I had you to myself..,” He murmurs, his tongue tracing her ear.

“L-Levi…,” (Y/N) stutters. She won’t deny that she has missed these moments.

He spins her around and slams his lips onto hers. She grips his biceps as he kisses her deeply. Her eyes are closed, preventing her from seeing the mark. He releases her, pressing a thumb against her lips. Kissing her again, one arm slips around her waist while the other tangles itself in her wet locks. Losing herself in him, her hands knot themselves in his hair. They slide down his neck and then she freezes when her fingers make contact with the rough patch of skin on his right shoulder. Noticing this, Levi pulls away, his eyebrows furrowed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I…,” She doesn’t know what to say. She feels the tears again, the dam waiting to burst. 

“Hey, talk to me.” He speaks softly, cradling her face gently. 

“I...don’t feel good..,” She breathes, averting her gaze. It wasn't an entire lie. 

“Let’s get you to bed then.” 

Levi stops the water and steps out of the tub. She watches the droplet splash onto the tub, breathing deeply. It was her first time touching the scar and it tore her up. It’s nothing like his other scars on his body. It’s the scar that shouldn’t belong. 

Within minutes he returns, a large towel in his hands. Wordlessly he covers her with the towel, bringing her out of the tub. Gripping the fabric tightly, she allows Levi to dry her hair with a smaller towel. He’s so attentive towards her, his eyes flickering to meet hers every now and then.

God did it hurt, it’s like a chain coiling around her heart. 

He hands her clothes which she quickly puts on. (Y/N) gasps when he sweeps her off her feet, her arms instinctively going around his neck. He briskly walks into their room, gently laying her down on the bed. 

“Rest. If you need me, I’ll be in my office.” Levi says, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“..Thank you.” She whispers.

Levi goes into his office, leaving the door ajar. She shakily exhales, closing her eyes. Turning over to her side, she silently cries. 

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She really couldn’t stay in the same room as him. (Y/N) would wake up way earlier than usual to start her day and keep herself busy, an impressive fear knowing how early Levi wakes up. Every time she was in the same room as Levi, she would make up some excuse and leave. He would always try to ask her what’s wrong but she manages to get away from him. She did everything she could to avoid him. The second she sees Levi, everything comes back to her. The blood, the pain, the guilt, the scar. It takes all her willpower not to break down. 

(Y/N)  briskly walks down the halls, the clacks of her boots filling in the air. She needed to get her black straps for ODMG training and thankfully Levi’s at a meeting. Entering their room, she rummages through her things. “Now where did I put those straps…,” She says to herself. 

She was so absorbed at the task at hand she failed to hear the door opening. Her eyes light up when she finds the item, clutching them in her hands. When she turns around her eyes widen, the straps fall to the floor with a thud. 

Levi leans against the doorway, a bored expression on his face.

“Levi, you’re here.” She says in a high pitched voice. 

“Meeting ended early.” He responds simply, his gaze boring into her.

“Ah well, I should be goin-”

“Stop with that bullshit, you’re not going anywhere this time.” He snaps harshly. He walks up to her, hooking his fingers under her chin and forcing her to look at him.

“You intentionally look away from me, don’t do any sort of affection towards me anymore, and now you’re avoiding me.” His voice raises a few octaves. (Y/N) still says nothing. Levi grits his teeth. “Dammit, what the hell is wrong?! You’re not telling me anything!” Concern swirls in his eyes as he searches her face for answers. 

She bites her lips, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. Something bubbles in the back of her throat but she pushes it down. 

“Please, tell me what’s wrong so I can help you. I hate seeing you like this…,” He says in a whisper, moving his hands to cup her cheeks. 

“The only thing that’s wrong is me!” She cries out, ripping his hands away from her. He looks at her in shock at her outburst. Moving a few steps back, she pulls at her hair. Tears begin to flow down her cheeks.

“What are you-”

“Because of my dumb mistake, I gave you that scar!” She explodes, her voice bouncing off the walls. She looks at him with blurred vision, her finger shakily pointing at him. “Because of me, you always have that as a reminder, a hideous scar that doesn’t belong on your body. You never deserved that Levi...but because of me, you…,” 

(Y/N) breathes heavily, her lungs burning like she just ran a marathon. Zapped of all energy, she slowly sinks to the floor, hands covering her head. “God I’m so sorry...I’m so sorry I gave that to you…,” She chants to herself.

She hears the rustling of clothing. Peeking through the gaps of her fingers, she sees him taking off his cravat and tan jacket. Then off goes his shirt. She shuts her eyes.

“Look at me.” 

“I can’t.” She says in a meek voice. He walks up to her, crouching to her level.

“Look at me.” He orders again.

Something about his voice compels her. With a shuddering breath, she removes her hands from her face, opening her eyes. Her initial reaction is to close her eyes again but the way Levi looks at her makes her keep them open. Swallowing thickly, her eyes follow the mark, stopping at his left hip. It makes her feel choked up with emotion.

“I do not regret my decision for doing what I did.” He takes her hand.

“W-Why?” 

Levi places her hand over his heart. The vibrations of his steady heart beat travels through the nerves of her fingertips. 

“I will do anything to protect you, the woman I love.” He says sincerely, his ashen hues reflecting genuine love for her. The only time he lets his walls down was when he was with her.

She cries even more at his statement. “Y-You could’ve died.”

“But I didn’t. I’d do it a thousand times if it meant keeping you safe.” He lost too many people in his life, he wasn’t going to lose her, not if he could do something.

God this man loves her so much that it makes her heart clench She launches herself at him, embracing him tightly. Her shoulders shake as more sobs rack her body, her face pressed against his chest. Levi returns the hug, his arms like a safe haven for her. 

“That scar...it’s nothing more than proof of what lengths I’ll go for you. It’s a small price to pay for your safety.” He murmurs.

“I love you...,I love you so much.”  (y/n) says, moving her head back and kissing him hard, pouring all her emotions into that kiss. His thumb brushes against her cheek, responding with equal passion. They rest their foreheads together after they part, gazing into each other’s eyes. 

“You should’ve told me about this sooner instead of pulling this stunt.”

“Yeah..I’m sorry about it all.” she sheepishly looks away.

“What’s done is done. Come to me whenever you have a problem, I am your husband. Rely on me (Y/n), I’m here for you.” 

A smile stretches across her face. “And I’m your wife.” It makes her giddy every time they say those words. His lips twitch. He stands up, helping her up. They lay down on the bed, Levi propping his head up with one arm. (Y/n) stares at the mark, her hand hesitantly reaching out to touch it but retracts.

“Go ahead.” He encourages her. 

“Does it still hurt?” She questions, worry in her eyes. 

“Not anymore.”

Her fingers brush against his right shoulder, where the scar starts. He watches her intently as her fingers travel down his scar. With a half lidded gaze, she leans forward and kisses his chest, right where his heart would be.

“I love you.” She says once more.

They share another tender kiss. “I love you too,” Levi says softly, closing the gap.

He rolls her onto her back, him hovering above her. Her hands roam his body, feeling the scar several times. It’s going to take a while for her to get used to it, but in time she will. For now, all she could focus on is Levi kissing her passionately, a prelude of what is about to transpire as they continue.

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Hi! I love your stories! Can I req a story where Paddy has the biggest celebrity crush on you, and when Tom introduced you to his family, Paddy tried to get your attention all the time. It was cute at first but Tom later on gets jealous. Thank you!

Thank you! I love this idea. I made it way too long so I separated it into two posts.

My Girl

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: everyone finds Paddys crush on your adorable. Everyone but Tom.

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The Holland boys had always been quite fond of you.

You were a child actor, and they grew up watching you on screen. The quickest way to stop them from screaming, crying, and running around was to put on a movie of yours. Like bugs to a light, the boys would circle around the TV and watch you with wide eyes and total silence. You were their Wendy, and they were your Lost Boys. Dom and Nikki would almost tear up with laughter when they saw their boys stare at you with awestruck expressions. It was like they were in a trance, watching your every move without blinking until you were off screen. Of course, a group of boys doesn’t stay quiet for long. There would be fights over who liked you more, who’d you like more, and who would be the one to marry you. Marriage, of course, being the ultimate goal for young boys in love. These fights always ended in tears, and Sam and Harry backing down. Paddy, a little too young to talk but plenty old enough to scream, would throw a tantrum until Tom gave up and let him win.

“I’m gonna marry Y/n.” Tom declare.

“No, me.” Paddy would yell and slam his little fists on the couch.

“She won’t marry you! You’re just a baby.” Tom stuck out his tongue.

“No.” Paddy would scream.

“Tom, don’t upset your brother.” Nikki’d call from the other room.

“But I want to marry Y/n.” Tom would whine. “Paddy is just a baby!”

“Thomas.” Nikki’d say sternly. “I’m going to count to three. Just tell him he can marry her so he won’t cry.”

“But-“ Tom would protest.

“No buts.” Nikki interrupted. “Tell him.”

“You can marry Y/n.” Tom grumbled.

“Good job. Now hug it out.”

As the boys got older, their feelings for you changed. You had gotten older too, and they took notice. Sam and Harry had lost their puppy love for you, claiming to be too mature to fawn over some girl. They stopped thinking you were the prettiest girl in the world, and started making comments that you were hot, as boys do. But that didn’t mean they didn’t see each and every one of your new movies, no matter how “lame” they said it looked. Tom, being the oldest of the bunch and your age, grew up with you. He noticed the baby face he fell in love with changing into the face of a beautiful teen, then young adult. He was a kid when you were a kid, a teen when you were a teen, and in his early twenties when you were. This left a special place in his heart for you. He didn’t have the puppy love anymore either, but a more mature, adult love. He admired your work, but differently now. He was an established actor himself, and was able to recognize the hard work you put into your job, and appreciate how you’d been doing it from such a young age. He prayed for the day you and him were cast as love interests in a movie. He hoped to see you at every award show, audition, and party, but your paths never crossed.

And then there was Paddy. Paddy was significantly younger than his brothers. They grew up, and you became more of a celebrity crush to them. But Paddy was a young boy with a big imagination. The age difference didn’t occur to him. The fact that you’d never met didn’t matter. He was wholly convinced you’d be married one day. He adored you. He’d watch your movies, even the girly ones, with the same awestruck expression as when he was little. He was enchanted by you. The way you moved, the way you spoke, everything. He had your picture as his background, your name as his password, and every fact about you engraved in his brain. In his mind, he was in love with you, what his 15 year old self knew love to be.

“Aww, look what’s on.” Nikki said nostalgically when she flipped through the channels of the television and found an old movie of yours. It was around a holiday, and a rare time when all her boys were home. “You boys used to watch this all the time when you were little.”

“Whatever.” Sam grumbled into his cereal, but managed to sneak a few glances at you when his mom wasn’t looking.

“We only watched it because Sam fancied her.” Harry snorted.

“You fancied her too.” Sam elbowed his brother, not realizing he just admitted to his secret love for you.

“Did not!” Harry protested.

“Did too!” Sam retorted.

“Did not.” Harry said again. “And who cares anyway? Tom still fancies her. He thinks they’re gonna play Romeo and Juliet one day and fall in love.”

“You’re just jealous because she said in an interview that she liked my movies.” Tom replied, too above the fighting to care.

“She said she liked Infinity War.” Paddy cut in. “She didn’t specifically say she liked you.”

“At least she knows I exist, and I’m not just some 11 year old kid in love with her.” Tom shot back, losing his cool. There was still a bigger resentment between the the oldest and the youngest boy over you.

“I’m 12!” Paddy slammed his hands on the table.

“Boys!” Nikki gasped. “Are you seriously still fighting over Y/n at your ages?”

“He started it!” They all yelled in unison.

“I’m tired of this. From now on, no one mentions Y/n, okay? No more fighting over that girl.” Nikki’d held up her hands, meaning she meant business.

So from then on, you weren’t mentioned.

Until one fateful, fateful day.

“Spider-Man!” Tom heard a sweet voice behind him as he made his way back to his seat at the Emmys two years later. He turned around and looked around for who the voice belonged to, until his eyes landed on you.

“Y/n?” He asked in disbelief. There you were. In person, not on a screen. After so many years of watching you and admiring you, Tom was at a loss for words. You picked up the train of your dress and hurried over to him.

“Hi.” You laughed in excitement as you pulled Tom into a friendly hug. He froze before wrapping his arms around you, careful of your gown. He couldn’t believe he wasn’t only speaking to you, but holding you. You’d been a fantasy, a mere dream, his whole life. You let out a happy sigh and brushed a curl away from your perfectly done up face. “I can’t believe we’re actually meeting. I’m such a big fan.”

“You’re a fan of me?” Tom sputtered. He looked around, expecting to see Ellen DeGeneres somewhere with a camera in an attempt to prank him. He didn’t see anyone, and realized this was actually happening. You actually came up to him. “I’ve been watching your movies my entire life. Your first movie was the first move I ever saw.” Tom admitted with a bashful smile.

“Really?” You smiled as if he’d just given you a compliment, which unknown to him, he had. “Because we’re the same age right?”

“Yeah, we are.” Tom said, shocked you knew his age.

“That’s so cute.” You giggled, making Tom laugh as well. “I’m so glad we’re getting a chance to meet. I love you in the Marvel movies. And you were so cute in In the Heart of the Sea. I wish you’d wear your curls more.”

“You’ve seen my non marvel movies?” Tom practically gasped, suddenly very aware of his straightened hair.

“Well duh.” You laughed. “You’re like my favorite actor.”

“You’re my favorite actor too.” Tom said sincerely. “I-I think you’re incredible.” You gave Tom a warm smile.

“Do you want to exchange numbers maybe?” You asked shyly. “The cameras are gonna start recording soon and I’d rather not having dating rumors flying when we’re just getting to know each other. Because I want to get to know you, Tom. As more than just my favorite actor.”

“I’d love that.” Tom said. He nervously took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you. You took it and entered your number into it.

“There. Text me during the speeches. They’re so boring.” You let out a breathy laugh. You laughed a lot, Tom noticed. And he liked it. He really liked it.

“Where are you sitting?” Tom asked, making a bold decision.

“Over by Hugh Jackman.” You pointed your thumb and then rubbed your nails on your shoulder and pretended to yawn. “No biggie.”

“Did you-would you, maybe…” Tom stuttered.

“Want to sit together?” You finished for him.

“I was gonna get there.” Tom defended with a smile, making your scrunch your nose. “But yes, would you like to sit with me?”

“I actually have a better idea.” You quipped.

You didn’t sit together that night.

You left the Emmys all together, and ended up talking all night in a dinner. Tom was still in his suit, and you were still in your gown, but it was perfect. You shared a plate of French fries, and later, a kiss.

The rest is history.

“Tommy?” You asked as you laced your fingers through his, your head resting against his heart. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything, darling.” Tom said, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“Are you ashamed of me?” You asked, much to his surprise.

“What?” Tom sputtered shocked at your accusation. “No. Never. Why would you ask that?”

“It’s just, we’ve been dating for almost a year and you haven’t introduced me to your brothers. Yeah, I’ve met your parents a bunch, but not once have I met any of your brothers. I think I saw Sam getting into his car once, and that’s it. Do they even know about me?” You asked sadly. You’d met Dom and Nikki about three months in, when things got serious between you and Tom. Nikki was absolutely thrilled to see the two of you together. You didn’t know the full extent of Toms life long love for you, and Nikki was all too quick to spill it. She beamed every time you two held hands or used a pet name. Dom was just happy to see his son end up with such a great girl. Since then, you went on weekly shopping dates with Nikki and attended Dom’s stand up shows whenever you could. You were close with them, very close. But still had not once met a brother.

“Well-I…no. No, I haven’t.” Tom admitted, disappointing even himself.

“Why not?” You pried, a little hurt that they didn’t even know you were in Toms life. “Is there something wrong with me? Do you not them to know about me? About us?”

“Love.” Tom sat up and looked you in the eyes. You looked upset, but like you were keeping your emotions inside. Tom felt guilt seep into his heart. “I’m not ashamed of you. It’s the opposite actually. My brothers, they love you. Especially Paddy. And I really love you too. I don’t want to bring you home and have them get all weird about it.”

“Why would they get weird?” You asked.

“I know my brothers, okay? Harry and Sam would act like they’re too cool to care, but then probably invite all their friends over to brag about you. You don’t want a bunch of twenty year old guys vying for you attention. Hell, I don’t want a bunch of twenty year old guys vying for you attention. And Paddy,” Tom sighed. “Paddy would probably spontaneously combust. He’s been in love with you since he was in diapers. He’d kill me if he found out we were dating.”

“Tommy, I don’t think your 15 year old brother is going to kill you over a girl.” You chuckled lightly.

“Then darling, you don’t know my 15 year old brother.” Tom laughed. “I mean it. He’d freak out. He’d try to steal you from me.”

“Well I think it’s safe to say that he wouldn’t succeed.” You smiled as you rolled on top of Tom. He pressed a kiss to your lips and flopped his head onto the pillow. “Please let me meet them? I want to know your family. I want to know where you came from and who you grew up with. I promise it won’t be as weird as you think it’ll be.”

“And I promise you that it will be.” Tom said through his teeth.

“Please?” You asked, looking at him through your eyelashes. He held out as long as he could before a dopey smile lit up his face. He had caved.

“How can I say no to you?” Tom smiled.

And so, you found yourself hiding behind a wall in Toms childhood home as he broke the news to his brothers.

“As some of you may know, I’ve been seeing someone. We’ve been together for ten months, and I love her very dearly.” Tom began.

“Mate, no one cares.” Harry said, trying to see past Tom to the TV.

“Bug off.” Sam muttered, also attempting to see around Tom.

“As I was saying, I have a girlfriend.” Tom said, slightly annoyed that his brothers weren’t paying attention. They’d be pay attention when they saw who it was, that’s for sure. “A serious one. She’s met mum and dad, and now she wants to meet you, though I have no idea why.”

“I’m gonna be really mugged off if you’ve interrupted our game to talk about some girl.” Harry said, moving the headset away from his mouth so his friends wouldn’t hear.

“She’s not some girl.” Tom said through gritted teeth. “You actually know her. Just, don’t freak out, okay? Act normal? I love this girl and I don’t want you buttwads messing it up.”

“Whatever mate.” Sam waved his hand. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Okay.” Tom sighed and looked at the wall you were hiding behind. “Y/n? Come on out.”

“Huh?” Paddy said and whipped his head around. You came out from behind the wall with a shysmile and a friendly wave. Sam and Harry looked shocked, then burst out laughing when they saw Paddy’s reaction. Paddy was frozen, jaw dropped and eyes wide, like the bug to the light. Harry couldn’t stop himself from applauding.

“Oh Tom.” He laughed. “You’ve really outdone yourself. This was well worth my time.”

“I can’t believe you got Y/n all the way out here to prank Paddy.” Sam laughed and gave Paddy a gentle shove. Paddy snapped back to reality and looked at you in amazement.

“Actually, it’s not a prank.” You laughed, a little awkwardly and interlaced your fingers with Toms hand. Paddy’s eyes fell to your hands, and felt his body fill with pure teenage rage. His life long idol was standing in his living room, holding hands with his brother.

“You…” Paddy lifted a weak finger and pointed it at your hands. You and Tom nodded, only making Harry and Sam laugh harder.

“It’s nice to finally meet you guys.” You spoke up. “I had to beg Tom to let me. He thought it’d be weird but I think this is going great.”

“You wanted to meet me?” Paddy asked in disbelief, disregarding the rest of your statement. Tom gave him a strange look.

“Oh is absolutely brilliant.” Sam declared. “Greatest day of my life.”

“Paddy is having a stroke.” Harry said between laughs.

“Am not.” Paddy defended, harshly. “Just surprised, is all.”

“Are you two actually together? Like a proper couple?” Sam turned back to you.

“We are.” You confirmed. Harry and Sam looked impressed. Paddy looked furious.

“Why him?” Paddy blurted, making everyone look at him. You were surprise, Tom was annoyed, and Sam and Harry were having a ball. “I mean, you’re the most beautiful girl in the entire world. You could do a lot better than Tom. You could have anyone.”

Harry and Sam doubled over on the couch at his words.

“Thanks Paddy.” Tom said sarcastically. “I love you too.”

“He’s so cute.” You gushed to Tom, who rolled his eyes. You turned to Paddy and gave him a smile. “Thank you for saying that, sweetheart, but I love Tom. I don’t want anyone else.”

“He brings up a good point though.” Sam pointed out. “Y/n, you can tell us if you’re being held hostage. You don’t have to be in this relationship anymore.”

“I’m not being held hostage.” You smiled as Tom shot daggers at his brother. “I’m actually the one who kissed him.”

“Gross!” Paddy exclaimed, the rage returning at full speed.

“Where did you two lovebirds meet?” Hardy pressed, learning his head on his hands.

“The Emmys.” You answered. “I went up to Tom and told him how much I admired him.”

“You what?” Paddy sputtered. “Him?”

“This just keeps getting better and better.” Sam said, giving Harry a high five.

“And how long did you say you were together?” Harry continued.

“Ten months.” Tom answered proudly, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Ten months?!” Paddy almost shouted.

“God, I wish I had this on camera.” Sam cried.

“I think we’ve had enough for today.” Tom said when he saw the situation getting out of hand. “Y/n and I are going out now. See you all later.”

“It was nice meeting you!” You called as Tom ushered you out the door.

“Did that just happen?” Paddy asked is disbelief. He couldn’t wrap his head around it, chalking the situation up to be nothing but a nightmare.

“You mean is Tom dating your dream girl? Yep.” Harry confirmed with a devilish smile.

“What does she see in him?” Paddy said with disgust.

“Maybe there’s something wrong with her.” Sam shrugged.

“There’s nothing wrong with her.” Paddy was quick to your defense. “She’s perfect.”

“Yeah. She is.” Harry agreed. “She’s also dating Tom.”

“Bleh.” Paddy grimaced. He shrunk down in his seat and folded his arms. All he could do was wait to see you again.

“I’m home.” Tom called as he entered his childhood home. Paddy came bounding into the room with an ecstatic smile.

“Oh.” Paddy said when he only saw Tom in the doorway. “It’s just you.”

“Sorry to disappoint.” Tom said sarcastically as he stripped off his jacket.

“Where’s Y/n?” Paddy practically whined.

“I just dropped her off at home.” Tom told him, a little glad you weren’t there for Paddy to gawk at.

“You mean she didn’t want to eat dinner with us?” Harry called sarcastically from the other room.

“I can only imagine why.” Sam echoed.

“Why didn’t she come back here?” Paddy asked in disappointment.

“Maybe because I live with a bunch of HOOLIGANS,” Tom shouted the last word, “who don’t know how to behave.”

“I behaved.” Paddy folded his arms again.

“You just stared at her and asked why she was with me.” Tom pointed out.

“That’s a valid reaction.” Paddy held up his hands in defense.

“No it’s not.” Toms voice came out as a squeak. It was just as he suspected. They were getting weird.

“Come on Tom!” Paddy whined. “You just randomly dropped the bomb on us that you’ve been dating my idol for ten months. How was I supposed to react? You know I’ve loved her all my life.”

Before Tom could respond, Nikki called from the kitchen that dinner was ready. After dinner, and a few too many jaffa cakes, Paddy was bouncing up and down on the sofa in excitement.

“She called me cute!” He said through his ragged breathing. “Did you hear that Tom? She said I was cute. Did you hear it?”

“Yes.” Tom grumbled, not paying his little brother any attention.

“And you see when she called me sweetheart?” Paddy continued.

“Yes.” Tom said in the same tone.

“And how she said she was begging to meet me?” Paddy reminisced.

“Yes.” Tom said, a little louder.

“How hard did she beg? Did she want to meet all of us or just me? What did she say?” Paddy was begging to get on Toms nerves.

“Don’t get too excited.” Tom shot his brother down. “She wanted to meet everyone.”

“Did you hear that mum? She wanted to meet me.” Paddy exclaimed.

“That’s not what I said.” Tom grouched. He knew Paddy would react this way.

“Well, I think you did the right thing, baby.” Nikki smiled as she rubbed her thumb on Toms cheek. “I’m glad she finally met your brothers and got along with them so well.”

“If she got along with Harry, then she’s a keeper.” Dom remarked, glancing up from his newspaper.

“Why don’t you invite her over for dinner tomorrow?” Nikki suggested. “It can be our first meal as a family.”

“We’re not married, mum.” Tom laughed. “Not yet, anyway.”

“You guys won’t get married.” Paddy said, climbing off the couch and taking his seat at the table.

“Yeah, buddy, we will.” Tom told his little brother in the calmest way possible. “We’ve talked about getting married. I’ve even looked at rings. I’m just waiting for the right time to get one.”

“There’s no way you’re gonna marry Y/n. She’s-shes too good for you.” Paddy was getting visible upset. “She’s perfect. She can’t marry you.”

“Paddy, yes she can.” Tom said sternly, annoyed with his brothers reaction. “She loves me.”

“Boys.” Nikki interrupted. “I won’t have anymore fighting over this girl. Tom, don’t antagonize your brother. Paddy, Y/n is Toms girlfriend. I know she’s your favorite actress, but you have to respect them.”

“Whatever.” Paddy grumbled, having no intention of listening to his mother. “When can we see her next?”

Tom was about to respond with “never” when Nikki’s phone buzzed.

“I just texted her. She’ll be eating with us tomorrow.” Nikki informed the family. “Should I bake a cake? Does she like cake?”

“Can I sit next to her when she gets here?” Paddy asked.

“Only if you promise not to drool on her all night.” Harry teased.

“She’s my girlfriend. She’s sitting next to me.” Tom said firmly, attempting to set a boundary.

“Maybe I should make cupcakes instead.” Nikki whispered to herself.

“She can sit in the middle of us.” Paddy bartered. “Please? She’s my favorite person in the world, Tom.”

“Fine.” Tom gave in. “But don’t be weird.”

The dinner went perfectly, much to Toms surprise. It wasn’t until desert when the trouble began.

CONTINUED

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