𝑏𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑖

Fair warning: I’m quite long-winded, and as a psychology student i use technical terms even if i try to explain everything there may be things that seems a bit confusing,  so if you’re going to read this, grab your cigarettes, a glass of wine, or a cup of tea or anything else. Also, English isn’t my first language, so grammatical errors are possible (if not probably). Even though I re-read every chapter like????? ten times???? please let me know if anything is unclear!

Then comes their morning ritual. Right before his daily cynicism kicks in, there’s this brief, ten-minute window where he is entirely, disarmingly vulnerable to your touch. It’s the only time he allows himself to soften, lying there in the quiet haze of the morning, letting your fingers trace through his hair, or framing your face with his hands while his eyes are still half-closed. ⋆. 𐙚 ̊⋆.ೃ࿔

I have this image of fratboy Levi in my head that I'm building a fanfiction around, and it's the first time I've ever dived this deep into writing. I already have the first three chapters ready and then there’s this one scene in particular where you and Hange are dancing at the party, like, literally glued to each other, so good mygod i was losing my mind, screaming, shaking while writing this