frick u barbara

genre: smut

summary: having assumed you ended things on good terms, you’re clueless as to why the Captain keeps treating you roughly. when you visit his office late in the night, you’re given the closure you least expect.

tw: rough, hate/make up(?) sex

wc: 8,122 yet again (‘◉⌓◉’) how even?

You fucking resent your exes. Yes, you do. They can be the pettiest creatures in the whole world if they wanted. Talk about the epitome of being a dickhead. And that one certain Captain is no exception. He’s the worst of the worst, actually.

You sigh exasperatedly as you dispose of the horses’ wastes for the nth time. Yes, you’re on stable duty yet again just for removing your jacket and wearing a tank top as undershirt, on a hot, summer day. Everybody’s complaining about the scorching weather, and you could say he shouldn’t blame you for wanting to be comfortable, but the Captain chooses to be a prick, saying it’s a violation nonetheless.

You’re not that naive to not know that he’s especially going hard on you for some reason. Heck he’s not even ordering anyone else around but you.

“It’s fucking burning and this top is decent enough for a uniform!” you murmur to yourself like a child, scooping the last dump while utterly vexed. Lately, he just keeps going for the littlest mistakes and you can’t help but suspect that he must be holding some kind of grudge against you. Whatever it is, you have zero ideas other than one.

You finish refilling the water buckets and replacing the hay with new ones. Finally done with your work, you close your eyes shut, breathing in the fresh air. You then stand straight and stretch out your limbs with all your might, spinning your head to crack some stiffened bones in the neck. After hearing a faint popping sound, you moan in satisfaction. Surely, this should be enough for a clean freak like him.

You give your work a glance one last time, admiring the neatly scoured walls and clean flooring all done by you. You want to think that the horses are grateful with what you did to their stalls as they neigh. Atleast someone’s got to thank you, right?

You steer to leave the stables and head inside. A good shower can make up for all the trouble. With that thought in mind, you go for your quarters to bring a spare uniform with you in the bathroom. Once you’ve stripped off your sticky clothes, you start to wash yourself. The cold liquid hitting your sweaty skin feels refreshing, and at that moment, you decide to stay for longer than one should take in showering. You earned this anyway, cleaning the stables all by yourself first thing in the morning.

Rinsing off the last of soap from your body, you’re left with nothing to do but keep drowning yourself with water. Staring into the wall, the lack of task makes you think back to the past. It’s actually been two whole months since you broke up with Levi. You still remember clearly how you ended it, stating how you don’t really seem like lovers anyway and how it could only hinder both your work and his. It wasn’t that taboo having a relationship with a higher ranking officer like how you thought it might be to other people’s eyes, but it isn’t the best either. All you can say is that you know what you did was for the best. But why is he acting like that? Unable to find a reason, you groan and brush aside the thoughts.

Call it slacking off, you don’t really care, but you spent a good one hour or so in there. All freshened up, your mood improved a bit. But just when you’re about to take a turn leading to the mess hall, the devil himself shows up infront of you.

His brows are furrowed as he leans his back against the wall with both arms crossed, infamous steel grey eyes, that though unreadable, pierces into your soul easily. What now? You want to roll your eyes so bad but force yourself to give a salute instead. Act up and he’ll make you clean the whole headquarters for fuck’s sake.

“Sir,” you firmly call. Levi eyes you from head to toe and quickly notices from your damp hair that you enjoyed yourself with a leisurely bath.

“While you were relaxing, everybody had hand-to-hand combat on the training grounds,” he says, obviously waiting for an acceptable explanation from you. His eyes are locked on you immensely, it’s like you’re being rooted to the ground. Great, now you missed out on a whole training session. Caught in action, even.

“Sorry, sir. It took me hours cleaning the stables and wanted to tidy myself before lunch,” you explain truthfully, staring straight ahead. A wave of silence takes over for a couple seconds as he stares you down and you avoid his gaze. It suddenly hits you that there’s only the two of you in the hall, making his stare feel more intimidating than ever, and it irritates you so much.

Part of him accepts your reason, really. Being one for good hygiene, it’s good that you chose to be presentable before facing food, but still, there is no need to take too long in doing so. Besides, it’s also not an excuse to skip training, which he cannot condone.

“Laps after lunch. No stopping until I say so,” he curtly orders and finally walks past you, leaving you alone and frustrated. He definitely knows that you just hopped out of shower and decides to butcher that. How wonderful.

A few more seconds go by and you’re standing in the very same place, feeling your blood boil slowly. Your eyes shut in annoyance, fists clenching. A groan escapes your mouth as you proceed to the dining area, readying yourself for the torturous hours.

—

About a hundred and who-knows-how-many laps later, you could feel your knees trembling. It’s only a matter of time before you collapse for endlessly running under the searing heat of the sun. With a flock of birds chirping as if to accompany you, and warm air whipping past your cheeks as you jog ahead, step by step, your hatred towards the Captain grows bigger. You can’t say he’s being irrational, but this is just too much. He’s obviously using his power to throw the book at you for some unknown reason.

Without realizing, you fall to the ground, still fully conscious but vision blearing. Lying on your side, you hunch over to curl yourself into a ball, puffing and blowing like crazy to catch your breath. Damn it, you’re exhausted.

On the other hand, the infamous ravenhead observes you from a distance. When you halted before he gave his word, he clicks his tongue and makes his way to your dead beat form. Before you know it, Levi is already looming over you. Of course, it’s like the situation couldn’t get any worse!

As much as you want to defend yourself right away to avoid further punishment, you’re taken aback once he offers you a hand to which you accept, but not before gawking at it dumbfoundedly for a good ten seconds, though. You didn’t know he still has a little kindness inside him, or maybe he’s guilty?

“I don’t recall permitting you to take your precious time and rest, cadet,” he informs, voice stone cold. Oh, yes, just when you thought he still has kindness left inside him.

Your whole body is cramping, but there’s no way in hell you’d let him see any more of what he’s done to you, so you try to conceal it. You fight him back with a glare, “Sorry, sir. Maybe if you didn’t give orders after orders I wouldn’t naturally collapse,” your tone is not even a bit obedient.

You have no excuses left, nor do you want to just give in and admit your mistake either because it will only probably feed his power tripping ego, and to hell with that.

His eyebrows twitch, figuring you’ve no intentions to reason with him. Your stare conveys what you want to say to him that you choose not to put into words; you don’t care at all. He’s acting like a child and you’re not up for that. He might be your superior, but there’s no damn way his actions could be justified.

“Barking like a dog, I see.” He eyes you one last time before taking his leave. Once he’s turned his back on you, your mouth agapes, thinking full well that he’s finally letting go of his obnoxious demeanor. No more orders? To say the least, it was too early to celebrate.

“Dish duty after dinner.” You wish you hadn’t heard it.

—

You went along with the assumption that the Captain already lifted your former punishment and not long after, dinner arrives.

“What are you eating?” Levi questions, one brow raised and staring you down. He gives your cup of tea and half a bread a scrutinizing look. He’s sure as hell there aren’t any walls breached recently resulting to food shortage, so why are you having almost nothing?

Meanwhile, you guess that now he just wants to meddle with your business. You swear, once you find him alone, you’ll absolutely grab the chance to kill him. Or so you want to think. He should be thankful you’re not one to cause a scene.

“I’m on a diet,” you shortly inform before sipping on your tea. Not really. You’re just drained of appetite and all intention to eat because of everything he’s made you done.

He doesn’t seem to like your answer and when you give him a glance, his face seems to have a permanent scowl written on it. “You call that a diet? That’s not healthy,” he says.

“Now you care?” you try your hardest to not roll your eyes. Bantering with the Captain is already turning a few heads enough, you don’t want to stir any more commotion.

“I don’t need a malnourished soldier around here, cadet, so you better start eating in proper proportions,” his tone is sharp and strict, as if indicating he was in charge and you’re just one to follow, which pisses you off the most. How can he treat you roughly one moment then act all concerned the other? At this point, you can’t even believe that you used to go out with him in the past.

“Well, it won’t be quite some time before I go malnourished with you ordering me around like a dog. Now if you will excuse me, sir, I have dish duty to attend to,” you sass him out unenthusiastically in one go before collecting your dirtied china and heading to the kitchen.

The way his grip on his teacup tightens doesn’t escape your attention, and you try to stifle in a smirk, unsure of sure how to react. You finally got back at him in a way, but you’re not entirely certain if it’s a good thing or a bad one.

—

A week has passed since you talked back to the Captain. Lucky you he didn’t reprimand you forthwith, but not exactly lucky because his power tripping has only worsened since then. It took you another stable duty after dinner because of “staying outside for too long, it’s almost curfew”, as the Captain said, for you to finally realize you’ve had enough of his bullshit and it’s about time you confront him in his office.

It might be past midnight for all you know, and the dead silence is eating up the corridors that you wonder for a brief moment if he’s still awake. Considering him, he most probably is.

Not even bothering with a knock, you set foot inside his study. As if to confirm your thoughts, your eyes immediately dart to his form sitting on his chair with paperwork. Even if it’s not all that bright inside his office with only a lone candle and the midnight moon serving as light, you quickly catch sight of his tired eyes and the bags darkening under them. He’s loosened up like he’s up for an all-nighter, discarding the jacket and leaving his partially unbuttoned dress shirt on.

You knew it, he still hasn’t rid himself of his bad habit that is overworking. It doesn’t matter to you now, though. Maybe in the past you would’ve given him a little scolding for it, but that’s not even what you’re here for in the first place.

Remembering your sole purpose of being here, your glare hardens. You choose to stay infront of the door right after locking it for you don’t know what you might do if you get close to him. Aggravated to the brim, you don’t even bother putting up a soldier front and a half-assed salute.

“Barging in your superior’s office in late hours past curfew without even stating your name and business, you’ve got some guts,” he comments, extinguishing his table candlelight with a pinch of his fingers. The moment you laid your eyes on him with a prickly gaze, he’s already identified who you are and what you’re here for.

“Cut me some slack, will you?” you complain bluntly, the clear disrespect in your voice ringing. Levi raises his head and takes note of your attire. You’re on your nightwear, barefooted. Insane brat, he thinks. You’re surely in for an informal visit. He cocks a brow and decides to listen to your rambling.

You take his silence as a sign to continue. “I’m surprised you can get so childish, Captain. Look at you, loads of paperwork on your table but still got nothing decent to do other than abuse your comrades,” you hiss despite having a difficult time creating eye contact thanks to the darkness.

In a flash, he’s made his way across the room and stopped just face to face with you, the glowing full moon casting abstract shadows over his raging expression.

“What the fuck are you going on about?” he fumes, fist slamming into the wooden door, locking you in place. He’s slightly impressed you didn’t so much as flinch.

But he couldn’t bear it. Something about you visiting him in his office in the middle of the night ticks him off to ridiculous measures. It ignites a memory he detests.

His face is dangerously close, making you feel like you’re about to fall on your knees due to intimidation. You fight it back, refusing to show him you’re affected.

“Oh nothing, just really delighted that my ex, who unfortunately happens to be the Captain, is exploiting his rank and commanding his subordinate to his wish,” you spit straight into his face, sarcasm laced gracefully in your tone. He has no right to be furious when you’re the one who’s been suffering under his irrational commands.

“Are you complaining?” he asks. You’d think he’s being oblivious if not for the fact that he’s currently towering over you, eyes as unreadable as ever.

“I didn’t know you were one to hold a grudge against people who dumped you, Levi,” you frankly say, dropping the honorific. You’re sick of beating around the bush, you just want answers. You see the pique brewing in his beautiful eyes.

“What do you really want? Is this because I left you?” you continue upon seeing him open his mouth. You’re definitely pushing his buttons now, interrupting him when he’s about to speak. There’s a limit to how much you can rub him up the wrong way, but right now, you’re just as pissed as he is.

“You were the one who wanted to be in a relationship. You’re a grown woman, you should have known what you gotten yourself into,” he seethes, shutting you up for a couple moments. He actually confessed that it was all about the past?

You admit, you really were the one to make the first move way back. You initiated the motives, which makes it all the more reasonable for you to end it. Right?

“It’s because things weren’t working out, Levi. You should know when and where to end things!” you argue. There’s no way in hell you’ll let him have his way. You genuinely thought you ended things with him maturely.

“You should have understood that I can’t be with you all the time. I have important matters to attend to,” he says, looking straight into your eyes, fierce gaze burning into your soul. You fail to notice how your breath keeps hitching ever since he walked up to you. Your knees are slowly turning into jelly under his menace.

No, you can’t waver. “How irresponsible can you be? Picking a petty reason to end it even,” he adds.

“Alright, high and mighty Captain. Sorry I hurt that little ego of yours, but what’s done is done, so can you stop being such a dick to me now?” you roll your eyes, not even the least sorry.

“For the record, things were working out. You’re just an impatient brat,” he adds calmly. A brat? He’s the one acting like a kid here if anything!

“It’s all in the past! And that doesn’t explain why you’re burning me to the ground with your punishments!” you complain, blood slowly curling as time passes.

“Maybe if you weren’t a lazy little runt, slacking off just because you feel like it,” his eyes narrow, taking a step closer to push you back against the door.

“Excuse me? You keep ordering me around like some kind of slave, do you expect me to not drop dead?” you protest, beginning to see red. You reach out your hands to push him away. He was just too close, you didn’t like it.

He beats you to it, grabbing both your wrists and pins them to the wall. Your eyes widen and you try to break free. He takes another step forward to fully immobilize you in place.

“I won’t be needing an impotent soldier who can’t even do simple tasks. I’m removing you from my squad,” he blurts out of nowhere, and you feel your heart drop for a second. This is what you’re talking about when you say he’s an exploitative piece of shit.

You gawp at him, not knowing what to say. Being in his squad for years and years, you know you deserve your spot there. But for him to remove you for little to no reason? Damn, you want to kill him and his irrationality so bad. To do that, first, you have to free yourself.

“Fuck you,” are the only words you muster. Guess you’ll have to pull the big guns after all.