pairing: line-cook Levi Ackerman x waitress reader
tags: cheating on your evil boyfriend, Levi x female reader, profanity, mdni, modern au, possible smut if ppl want a part 2, workplace fling, hot line-cook Levi, server reader, barely proofread
a/n Iâm aware canon Levi would absolutely never be somebodies side piece đ
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âWhat the fuck? no. absolutely notâ You said to your boyfriend as you were brushing your hair getting ready for your overnight shift at the diner. âbabe come on! i swear ill pick you up afterâ your boyfriend groaned from his spot on the couch, he had his headset on playing Valorant with his friends when he muted them, to ask to borrow your car
âyou are not taking my car while iâm at work. fuck no. Im not working an entire shift just to hope you arenât too stoned or drunk to come pick me upâ You said to him, wrapping your hair around the barrel of the hot curling wand. you had found yourself getting more dressed up for work lately, as a certain line-cook had become your workplace crush
It was innocent- kinda. okay it wasnt. at all. There was nothing innocent about the way you felt about him. You had been flirting hard with the new line cook, a couple years older than you, sharp dark gray/blue eyes and a neat undercut. Levi Ackerman, the new linecook who knew what the hell he was doing in that kitchen. He worked for another restaurant for 8 years straight before he quit and applied at Nicoloâs bar and grill. His record was so clean and experienced he practically got hired on the spot
âUgh why not! iâm gonna go door dash for some weed money i swear iâll be back-â your whiney, annoying boyfriend went off on his rant about how he needed $30. you were just in shock listening to him wondering how the fuck you ended up dating and living with such a bum.
You ignored his tirade and continued getting ready for work, doing your makeup and hair getting all pretty. You curled your pony tail, put on eyeliner and did your eyebrows, doing a pretty good job ignoring his incessant complaining until he asked âwho the fuck you putting all that makeup on for?â He said, sunken into the dent he put in your couch from hours of rotting there playing the game and watching YouTube on your TV
âi gotta go to work. im lateâ you lied, avoiding his hostile question altogether and slipping around him. He followed you, asking again and again. very threatened by the way you didnt acknowledge that question. He had a feeling something was off, you had went from hating your job to being excited to go for the last 3 weeks
You went outside and got to your car before driving off, speeding a little as you wanted to get there early. Your boyfriend was already blowing up your phone calling you names and threatening to leave you telling you that youâd never find anyone like him ever again, you ignored it all.
His actions used to hurt your feelings, his cruel words, his gawking at other women, his inability to fuck you half decently. But, itâs like ever since you met Levi, he was all you could think about. His dry sense of humor, the genuinely helpful cleaning advice he gave, the food he makes, his sarcasm, the smell of his cologne. Everything
Suddenly anything your boyfriend said or did didnât matter to you, all that was in your head was the hot new line cook that fussed at you for drinking too many energy drinks, made you food during your break, and made sure your tables got their food first and in impeccable condition. Always hot, always plated perfectly, always out fast. He would never risk you losing out on a tip because of something he messed up
When you got there, you clocked in and got straight to work, knowing Levi clocked in around 30 minutes after you did. you got started, not wanting to seem like you were slacking off while you excitedly waited for him to get there. 28 minutes later, he was clocked in and on the line.
It was summer, he had cut the sleeves off of his work tshirt and had his hat on backwards, not in a try hard kinda way like your boyfriend does, more like he was constantly busy and got irritated when he bumped the front of his hat on things kinda way.
âHey leviiâ You said through the food window as you were walking by to grab a tray of nachoâs for your table âhey, brat. Look at you at work on time todayâ he said back, turned away but knowing it was you. his hands moving quick as he got his station set up how he liked it. You smirked at his pet name, hiding it by looking at the ground as you continued walking. âI tried my bestâ you said dramatically as you headed back out onto the floor. It was busy so there was no time for flirting right now
You heard him getting music set up, always going for that rock/metal radio station. Levi was new here, but with his skill set he practically owned that kitchen already. he didnât need anybody in that kitchen to have a successful night. even short staffed nights, as long as Levi was there, orders went out quick and there was never any issues with the food
So while he was here, he was free to work however he wanted. As long as he had music and his caffeine source of the night he was good to go. The rest of the back of house staff consisted of the dish washer, Connie Springer. A highschool pot head who really just needed an easy check every week for gas and weed. There was two other dish washers, Jean and Eren who were friends with him and bussed tables all night, occasionally stepping into the dish pit with Connie when they were slammed or unloading a truck together
Isabelle and Farlan worked in the kitchen with Levi, and were often in his way but kept him company throughout the night. they were real good at keeping the kitchen clean and stocked for him but lacked the culinary skills to work the grill like he does. They were his unofficial sous-chefâs.
Their assistant manager was Hange Zoe, they were fun to work with and were always in the kitchen explaining experimental new dishes to Levi. Some were insane, some landed on the menu and sold like crazy. Their general manager was Erwin Smith, a kind man who spent a lot of time running this restaurant from the office, and also working the host booth upfront to make sure all his servers had equal tables, responsibilities, and were being treated fairly. While also greeting & seating customers.
The owner of the restaurant was a renowned chef named Nicolo, who owned multiple restaurants in their city. Him and his wife Sasha popped through occasionally, they were always nice and loved the taste of leviâs food so they were excited to have him around
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By the time you were about 3/4ths the way through your shift, your bubbly mood had faded under the pressure of a Friday night rush. Levi was also in a hurry, there was no flirting between you two right now. Only âwhere the fuck are my wings for table 5 itâs been 30 minutesâ - âI told your ass we were 86âd on wings, stop letting people order themâ, âCome get these damn fries Iâm not dropping another basket if they get coldâ, âif you want extra ranch for your table put it on the fucking ticket- Iâm not getting in trouble for passing out free shitâ
Nobody would assume the two of you were crushing on eachother hard with the way you guys bickered through that food window, but thatâs just how working in a restaurant was. you can argue, you can cry, you can get mad, you can do anything besides stop moving. So as long as Levi kept cooking and you kept running food to your tables, nobody around you gave two shits what you argued about as long as the customers couldnât hear it
While Levi was scraping build up off the grill, he heard the kitchen door swing open. It was you, holding a truly pathetic looking basket of cold fries. âNo. Absolutely not. Go awayâ He said to you, not even turning or stopping his cleaning process
âLevi please!-â
âNo.â
âPleaseee Iâm sorry it was an accident i forgot-â
He held a finger up, cutting you off mid explanation âNope. I told you to quit forgetting your sides in the window and I told you I wasnât reheating shit if you forgot it. Go tell your table you forgot about their fries and how you let them get cold and soggyâ He said, not even looking at you as he tapped his grill scraper into the garbage, removing the gunk and revealing a clean and well maintained flat top grill
âLeeeeevi pleaseee Iâm sorry I swear on Connieâs bald ass head I wonât ever do it againâ You said, batting your eye lashes at him even though he still wasnât looking at you. Well, now he was. âNow what the fuck we gonna do when Connie gets struck by lightning or some shit cause you wanted to swear on him knowing youâre full of shit? whoâs gonna half ass wash the dishes and come in smelling like weed every day?â His comment made you laugh, which broke the tension in the kitchen for just a moment.
He sat the grill scraper down, snatched the basket of fries from you and threw them back in the fryer basket for another minute or two. when they were crispy and hot again, he pulled them out, put them in a new basket, and gave it back to you. âstraight to your damn table. Donât sit them down anywhere donât go on some side quest- go. Now. Out of my kitchen, brat. Youâre standing on my freshly swept floorâ He said, shooing you away and making you giggle, breaking your annoyed mood. you walked out and gave the fries to the table who ordered them, apologizing to them for the wait.
Later, it calmed down a lot. You were doing side work, cutting lemons and rolling silverware. you were halfway through filling a bucket with lemon slices, when you ran out and had to go get more. at the same time, Levi was restocking the lettuce and tomato in the kitchen and you two found yourself in the walk in cooler at the same time
âHi Leeviâ you said sweetly to him, pretending you hadnât been a pain in his ass all shift between your attitude and your forgetfulness he was left more irritated than usual
âDonât âhi Leeeviâ me bratâ he said, mocking your higher pitched voice. You gasped, pretending to be offended as he climbed up two shelves and grabbed a container of unchopped lettuce from the top shelf.
âIâm sorryy donât be mad at me ugh today already sucked enoughâ You whined, leaning against the cooler door. âyeah I can tell. I was getting the vibe your day sucked when you called me a dick over some ranchâ He said, grabbing the lemons for you from the top shelf while he was up there. He knew your routines by now, knew what you were in here for. He passed them down before hopping down himself.
âOkay but you donât have to act like 3 pumps of ranch is coming directly out of your pocket-â you groaned, dropping your head back against the metal door. It was cold, and felt good after a long hot day âAnd you donât have to act like you donât know how to click the add sauce button on that terminal you put orders into all night long. You can leave dumb little hearts and notes for me but god forbid adding your own tables sides and saucesâ He said right back, not skipping a beat. he was enjoying getting on your nerves, more than he appeared to be. You were forgetful when rushes hit and he knew it
âOh my GOD are you always this annoying? Have I just not noticed it until now?â You groaned in irritation. âkinda hard to notice how insufferable someone is when youâre only ever checking them outâ He said, your head snapping towards him, mortified, and your face turning red. He just smirked like he was the funniest man in the world.
You were about to say something that would have turned up the temperature in that cooler and spoiled everything in it, but your phone started dinging rapidly.
Suddenly you were reminded you had a boyfriend. He had drank all your wine, and was complaining about you not having anything stronger in the apartment like liquor. He was still pissed at you over you not giving him your car and was cussing you out hard
Was he even really your boyfriend at this point? He was more like a dirty broke roommate that was refusing to leave. That man was a hobo-sexual. He was literally only with you because he didnât feel like paying bills and you had fallen for his sob stories and excuses.
âWhoâs that?â Levi asked as your phone was dinging a concerning amount in your little black waist apron between your note pad and your girly glitter pens
You let out a short sigh, âa dude who better pack up his 3 outfits and get the fuck out of my apartment before I get home todayâ you said, dropping your head against the cooler door again, a little harder this time
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did yall fw this?? Am I good at writing? Should I do a part 2? Should I delete my acc and never write again? Lmk in the comments đ«¶đ»đ«¶đ» happy Fatherâs Day to my baby daddy Levi Ackerman
