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mistletoe. levi

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"You know if you continue lying on your back like that, you'll get in trouble."

Your caring friend Petra had caught you taking an idle nap when you were supposed to be cleaning, snoring soundly. You admit to doing such an act, explaining that the winter breeze made you sleepy. Now you were debating with yourself whether or not should you lie down for five more minutes, or to deem Petra correct. If Levi were to catch you like this, god knows what kind of heavy punishment he has in store for you.

Rendered defeated, you swung your feet to the ground and rose from your sitting position, lifting your hands above your head for a long stretch. You picked up the abandoned broom off the floor and began sweeping the wooden floor. When Petra was sure you were going to continue your duties this time, she left with a sweet smile and a small nod.

As the broom's individual straws swayed back and forth, you began humming, humming a small tune. You remembered not where the tune was from, or why you were singing it, but it intruded your mind like an arrow abruptly piercing an apple. The dust from the ground floated in the air, making you wave your hand in the air, dismissing the minuscule specs of dirt.

The room was quiet, save from the sound of your voice and the scraping sound the broom against the floor. Footsteps, assuming belonged to two people, started scrambling near, getting louder as they drew nearer.

"We gotta find somewhere to hang this Armin, it's the last one." You recognized the voice to be Eren's, and began wondering what he was referring to. As curiosity flushed you, you stepped near the door and turned the doorknob, and opened the door wide enough for you to see the hallway, but not wide enough to be perceived as open.

Through the small gap, you found a mistletoe in his palms, and upon discovering this, your eyes narrowed into a dangerous slit. "Tch..." You clicked your tongue, determined not get tangled into the mistletoe's vines.

You shoved the broom in a corner of the room, deciding you were done with the cleaning. You resumed your sleeping position from before Petra woke you up, and slowly started to snore, the welcoming winter air pulling you deeper into slumber.

The two boys from the outside noticed your seemingly open door, a devious prank bubbling inside the turquoise eyed boy. The corners of his lips lifted north into a dubious smirk. "Eren...?" The shorter male inquired, worried as to what his friend had in mind.

"Get me a rubber band, Armin. I know where we're going to hang this."

...

A soft groan escaped your lips as you felt rough, calloused fingers tugging slightly painful at your hair, making you open and close your eyes repeatedly until you heard an annoyed, familiar voice calling out your name like it was an insult.

"Tch. Get off your ass, punk, you're supposed to be cleaning, not napping like a fucking infant."

You abruptly stand on your feet, almost tripping at the process, and muster your best salute. "C-C-Corporal, s-sir!" Levi stood unimpressed, a white cloth tied on his hair and another concealing his face. Then a familiar, green and red herb hung from the strands of your hair, a brown rubber band wrapping at the stem. You cursed in your head, remembering Eren and Armin; dammit, they're the ones to blame, you'll have to deal with them later. But now, you have pressing matters to attend to.

There was silence as the two of you continued to merely look at each other, completely taken aback by the mistletoe that hung on your hair.

He clicked his tongue, turning away slightly and looking back at you, annoyed. Curling his fingers on the cloth on his face, he pulled it down to his neck, revealing his lips to your view. "Well?" He spoke a tad loudly, surprising you on your spot.

"Well, what, s-sir?" You stuttered like a broken record, unable to cover the growing heat climbing your face.

"Aren't you going to kiss me? Isn't it what that damned mistle-shit is made for?"

You were, undeniably, surprised at his words, more importantly, you get to kiss the corporal. Feeling your face heat up even more, you quickly swiped the damned plant away from your face and smiled awkwardly at your superior. "Ha ha ha... C-Corporal, you're, uh, funny... ha ha ha ha..."

The collar of your shirt was grabbed by Levi, surprised and unprepared you closed your eyes in nervousness on what may happen. Your lips felt something cold envelope on it, and as you slowly open your eyes, you saw your superior, closed eyes and slowly, steadily breathing.

Once again, your face grew more and more warm, as he unclasped his lips on yours, leaving you breathless. He smirked at your embarrassed form ever so slightly, and let go of your collar.

You ought to thank Eren and Armin someday.
EDIT IMPORTANT
i know u guys mean well and i kno u liked the thing but like
i know
i get it
mistleshit is funny
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AmusiaPrussia: WARNING! Carry on reading! Or you will die, even if you only looked at the word warning! Once there was a little girl called Clarissa, she was ten-years-old and she lived in a mental hospital, because she killed her mom and her dad. She got so bad she went to kill all the staff in the hospital so the -government decided that best idea was to get rid of her so they set up a special room to kill her, as humane as possible but it went wrong the machine they were using went wrong. And she sat there in agony for hours until she died. Now every week on the day of her death she returns to the person that reads this letter, on a monday night at 12:00a.m. She creeps into your room and kills you slowly, by cutting you and watching you bleed to death. Now send this to ten other people on this one site, and she will haunt someone else who doesn't.

This isn't fake. apparently, if u copy and paste this to ten comments in the next ten minutes u will have the best day of ur life tomorrow. u will either get kissed or asked out, if u break this chain u will see a little dead girl in your room tonight. in 53 mins someone will say i love you or I'm sorry
Example 1: Jenny didn’t believe this and deleted it without even reading. the whole thing! A few days. later on the monday night, she was woken up by loud footsteps. and heavy breathing, there was. Clarissa standing there with a huge knif