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caddy shack

in face melting heat, jean and eren discuss many things of extreme importance while ogling their supervisor levi. ererijean. this is just self indulgent sillies

“You know what I like?” Eren asked.

“Suckin’ dick?” Jean teased, but his heart was only half in it, he was too busy fanning himself on the bench in the caddy shack. The oppressive heat had sap leaching out of the wooden boards giving the place a sickly sweet smell. It was only slightly better inside, in the shade, than out on the course.

“Yes, but also…” Eren struggled upright, which was difficult with Jean draped over him. “Watching Levi drive around in the carts.”

“Mm,” Jean agreed.

The humidity was so overwhelming, Eren’s hair was curling around the brim of his baseball cap, which was unfair Jean thought. And Jean’s eyes looked very honey colored in the bright light thought Eren as he stuck a blade of grass in Jean’s ear only to have him slap it away. Out in the distance, the groan of Levi’s golf cart drew nearer.

“The wind tousling his silken locks.”


“The sound of the shocks crying out in pain as he speeds over the hills,” Eren continued wistfully.

“He likes speed that one,” Jean said, putting his hat over his eyes.

“The grinding noise the cart makes because he has no idea how to use the clutch,” Eren said as they heard the telltale sound of their boss swearing at the cart.

“He doesn’t need it, the carts simply obey. All bend to his will. I’ve seen him break a nine iron over his knee.”

“The way he squeals to a halt in front of the caddy shack,” Eren sighed as Levi hit the curb with some vehemence.

“It’s like peals of laughter,” Jean chorused.

“The way he says—“

“What are you little cock gobblers doing?” Levi snapped, kicking the bottom of the bench where they were thrown across.

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anonymous asked:

Make out session with Levi story/headcannon thing?

This got so out of control, omg. And the best thing about writing for Levi is not only making y’all happy, but making mod Spookzz happy as well since Levi is her bae. Anyways, takes place in a modern AU where Levi is a lawyer. Enjoy, anon! 

The sound of the lock turning and the jingle of a set of keys forcefully shoved you out of the reverie you had fallen into and you glanced at the door in anticipation. A large stack of papers sat untouched on the coffee table, but you paid no heed to it, too invested in your apartment door opening; or, rather, just who was walking through it.

It was fairly obvious that Levi was exhausted. The bags beneath his eyes were dark violet in color, which only indicated that he probably hadn’t slept on his ten hour plane ride despite having his own private quarters. “Tough flight?” you asked rhetorically, taking his jacket from over his arm in order to hang it up in the coat closet.

 “A shit show,” replied Levi as he wheeled his suitcase off to a corner and walked into the kitchen area. If he was in no hurry to unpack his clothes in case they were wrinkled, then it was super obvious that he had a hell of a time getting home. You watched in silent awe for a split second as Levi’s arm muscles stretched against his shirt’s fabric, the sleeves rolled over his forearms while he rummaged through a cabinet, searching for something that you could only guess was tea. It wasn’t uncommon for you to step back and admire your boyfriend’s physique because you were fairly positive he was, single-handedly, the most attractive man you ever laid eyes on in your entire life, but this was only amplified by the fact that you had gone for two whole months without being able to see him save for infrequent Skype calls.

 You crossed your arms over your chest and reluctantly pried your eyes away from his ass in favor of looking him in the eye. “Crying baby? Turbulence?” you offered in slight amusement.

 When Levi finished placing the kettle on the stove, he braced his back on the counter and revealed, “No. Every time the flight attendant saw me placing the cushion down on the chair to try and get some sleep, she’d insist on doing it and tucking me in like a fucking five year old.”

 A chuckle escaped through your lips, only to grow into pure laughter at the thought of how grumpy Levi must have been at the poor woman who was only trying to do her job. Levi hated being touched by strangers, after all. “That’s what you get when you fly first class on a flight that’s longer than seven hours.”

 “Erwin can shove it up his ass next time he forces me to go out of the country,” Levi humorously stated, even if he wasn’t trying to be funny, intentionally.

 You rolled your eyes at his typical antics and motioned towards the microwave. “I made you lunch a little while ago, but it should still be warm.”

 “…You cooked and didn’t burn down the entire apartment?” Although it was a question, Levi had worded it more like a statement, much to you annoyance. Huffing, you pushed past him and opened the microwave, revealing the plate you had made. While you weren’t the most spectacular chef to ever live, your best friend had been delicately coaching you on how to make simple things when Levi wasn’t home to cook. While your arrangement of cooking and cleaning duties worked just fine, you had wanted to do something nice for him since he had been eating out every night for the last two months.

“I already ate some earlier, you ass. It’s fine.”

In lieu of firing back and bruising your ego over its lackluster presentation, Levi merely sighed and placed the plate back into the microwave, heading towards the couch where he sat down with his freshly brewed mug. “I’ll shower then eat. There’s some stuff I need to get taken care of at the office.”

 Of all the things Levi could have said, the last thing you had been expecting was for him to head back to work. He was tired and you were deprived for eight whole weeks; like hell was Erwin stealing anymore of your time with him.

 Before he could even protest, you marched towards the couch and straddled his lap. Leaning in just a few centimeters from his lips, you restrained yourself from tasting him in order to declare, “No way. I haven’t seen you in two months. Erwin can handle paperwork or whatever the hell he has to do on his own.”

 Levi sighed and placed his mug off to the side, those gunmetal gray eyes that you had come to know and love inching down to the shape of your lips. Angling his head, his mouth brushed against your own and, just for a moment, you reciprocated and melted against him. Just as one of his hands carded in your hair and the other inched down to your waist, you reluctantly pulled away from him and smirked. “Nice try, but you’re not getting anything until you tell me you’re not going anywhere.”

 “You goddamn tease,” he muttered underneath his breath, which did a lot to inflate your ego even if it was just by a fraction. The defeat in his voice sang true of your minor victory, but nothing could have prepared you for the way he crashed his mouth back to your own in a desperate, heated kiss. Turning your head to the side, you shivered as soon as his hand began to trace down your spine, lingering close to the curve and dip of your lower back. It was hot and it was needy, but you could tell just in that moment that Levi had missed you just as much as you had missed him.

 When his tongue traced your bottom lip, you complied with vigor, your hands moving down to settle against the rigid muscles of his chest. Against your lips, you felt Levi smirk as his tongue explored your mouth, earning him a quiet noise of approval as his hand brushed across your thigh. Wanting the upper-hand for just a minute, you playfully nipped at his lip after he retracted his tongue before you braced your hands on his shoulders and pushed down, using all of your weight to hover over him to grind your hips into his own.

 “Fuck,” he groaned into your lips, breaking away from you in order to latch his mouth to your neck. Bracing his hand on the back of your head, he pulled you down and continued to pepper a line of hot kisses until he reached the junction of your neck where he ran his hot tongue across the area where shoulder met collarbone.

 You sighed in complete bliss, dark and lustful eyes meeting his own underneath you. “You are not allowed to leave the country ever again,” you declared, tilting your head back down in order to meet his lips for yet another mind-blowing kiss. He parted and took a moment to hold the side of your face in an almost uncharacteristically tender manner, studying your features as if trying to map them into the back of his subconscious.

 Tilting your cheek into his palm, you sighed and quietly confessed, “I missed you.”

 “Yeah. Me too.”


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It’s the third time the lady behind him has tutted in just as many minutes, and Levi is on his last thread of self control. He turns to her slowly.

“There’s no changing table in the men’s,” he grinds out.

She hums at him in distaste and Levi turns back around, his grip on Eren tightening a little.

It’s not like he wants to go in there. Listening to people pee as he changes a shitty diaper is not exactly his idea of a good time. Besides, public restrooms are gross, and the changing tables in them, he’s found, are not any better off.

He’s changed Eren on the sink before because the table was so disgusting. He got disapproving looks then, too, but they were as unwarranted as the ones he was getting from this lady. It’s not like anyone was eating off of the sink - some of the fuckers that gave him the stink eye didn’t even wash their damn hands - and he was closer to hot water and soap to clean up that way.

The woman sighs deeply and tuts again, and Levi is this close to decking her when someone else clears their throat and a deeper voice says

“Excuse me.”

Levi turns his head and looks up at a tall, blond man.

“Hello. I’m sorry for coming up to you out of the blue, but I couldn’t help but notice you are having some trouble,” he says, eyes flicking furtively to the lady behind Levi. “Might I offer you the use of our changing table?”

He gestures over to another, taller blond man who cradles a baby in one arm and lifts what looks like a laptop carrying bag towards Levi.

“That’s…a changing table?”

“It folds out.”

“I didn’t know they made those,” Levi says as he follows the man.

Levi is woefully unprepared for taking care of a kid. He’s just been using - and rebuying once he runs out - whatever Izzy and Farlan had.

“My name’s Erwin,” the man says once they’ve joined the other. “This is my partner, Mike, and this little fellow is our son, Armin.”

Armin makes a noise that is a cross between a sneeze and a hiccup, and Levi’s heart twinges because that is damn near the most painfully cute thing he’s ever heard. The most endearing thing Eren has done so far is a fart that sounded like a whistle.

“He says hi,” Mike translates and Levi’s mouth twitches briefly into a smile.

They go into the men’s bathroom, Levi giving the woman still waiting in line a surreptitious middle finger as they do, and Erwin unfolds the contraption - which is clean, thank fuck - on the far end of the sink.

“Need me one of these,” Levi marvels.

“Yes, they’re very handy.”

He takes a step back when he’s done and Levi comes forward.

“What’s his name?” Erwin asks as Levi begins to change Eren’s diaper.


“He must look a great deal like his mother.”

“Sort of,” Levi answers. “He’s kind of a combination, really.”

Erwin and Mike tilt their heads in consideration.

“I’m not the dad,” Levi says.

“Ah,” they both breathe.

“Are you babysitting?” Erwin asks.

“For another seventeen and a half years, yeah.”

“Oh…I’m so sorry.”

Levi shrugs. “I was planning on being the cool uncle, but I guess that went up in smoke.”

It’s a joke that’s in poor taste, but that’s how Levi deals with it. It’s a trait that’s pretty off putting, and probably why he doesn’t have any friends. He imagines these two are regretting helping him now, and will take their leave as quickly as they can.

“You’ll just have to practice your dad jokes instead,” Erwin says.

Levi looks up at him in surprise. “…I guess so.”

Levi’s done changing Eren at this point, so he lifts him in order for Erwin to take away and refold the changing table, and then puts Eren’s blanket down so he can begin wrapping Eren’s squirmy little ass back up. He starts by lifting the left end of the blanket, pauses, rethinks it, lifts the right end, and pauses again.

“Hey,” Mike says, “give me your phone.”

Levi raises an eyebrow at him.

“No offense, but you look like you don’t know what you’re doing.”


“What? Like you don’t agree.”

“You could have said it more kindly.”

“It’s fine. I am clueless.”

Mike gives Erwin a triumphant smile and takes the phone that Levi hands him, tapping a number in quickly before handing it back.

“So, you want a demonstration?” Mike asks then, nodding at Eren.

“Yes or I’ll be here all day,” Levi sighs.

Mike hands Armin off to Erwin and stands next to Levi.

“The key is to pretend you’re making a burrito. You don’t want the good bits spilling out.”

Levi snorts and Erwin sighs.

“What have I told you about comparing children to food?”

“That I need to stop because it makes you weirdly and unexplainably hungry?”

Levi snorts again. “You guys are nuts.”

“Don’t mention those or he’ll want pad thai.”

“They do have a Thai restaurant in the food court…” Erwin muses.

“Told you.”

“Give me more baby tips and it’s my treat,” Levi says. These guys are nuts, but knowledgeable. Mike already has Eren swaddled, and Levi swears it was by magic.

“Come,” Erwin says, hand on Levi’s shoulder, “we have much to discuss.”

“Hey baby, how about we make some lunch while these two get set up in their room?” Tyler announced, pulling Vince into a warm embrace.

Levi adored the sight of his brother so happy. He wasn’t sure if it were possible, or if it was really something he actually wanted, but one day, he wanted to know what a love like that felt like.

I’ll show you where the guest room is.” Tyler said as Levi took his bag and followed him up the stairs, Shane right behind him. 

For @zedsdead1001 after our lovely discussion ^-^ 

This is Bull shit, utter Bull shit. Fucking, College. Levi dumps his bag on the one of the desks in the unassuming classroom. The other people in the class pay no knowledge to him as he gets out his notepad and pen. As he finally sits down he can’t help but feeling like he is right back in secondary school, well what little he turned up for before dropping out. The only different being that is currently 10 in the evening and everyone in the room is between 30-40 years old.  

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“Eyes moving up the arm that just dropped his bag Levi was met with a fever dream. Immediately he thought that there was no man in front of him was real. Grey sweatpants riding low on his hips and a matching long sleeved, thermal the man was at least warm but no warmer than Levi had suddenly felt from looking at those spellbinding eyes. He’d never seen a pair of eyes quite so enrapturing, a shade of tantalizing turquoise that gleamed so warmly. How’d he gotten so lucky as to be saved by this man?”

ERERI WINTER 2016 - Day 1 & 2 “Warm & Blankets”

This is a scene from the fic A Series of Fortunately Unfortunate Events by the magnificient @justapansexualfanficwriter (iloveyousomuchlove). IT’S SO FREAKING GOOD, GO CHECK IT OUT Y’ALL NERDS!!!!!!

Jan 31st--Alternate Universe/AU

So this is my first time writing for Gajevy week and… *jazz hands* here is the bonus~

Betaed by @ilovebeingintroverted

Also, all my medical knowledge comes from @ilovebeingintroverted ‘s friends who are EMTs and my mother, who is an ex-EMT

ao3    ffn

Levy pulled her scrubs over her head, listening to Lucy talk. “So, as I was saying, he’s really great and he’s been single for a while.”

“No, Lu.” Levy began to dress in her civvies.

Please Levy? You never get out of the house.”

“I’m perfectly fine, Lu. I don’t need to go on a blind date.”

Lucy put her arms over Levy’s locker door, slouching over it. “C’mon, Lev. Pleeease, Natsu vouches for him.” She pleaded, using her puppy eyes.

“I’m just not into EMTs like you are.”

Pleeeeaaase. Just this one time. I’ll be your best friend~” she promised.

Levy sighed and slipped on her shoes, bending down to tie them. “Fine. But,” Levy pointed at Lucy to emphasize her point. “I reserve the right to send you a frantic text and have you come up with an emergency which means that I must leave the date immediately.”

Lucy laughed. “Okay, Lev. But I don’t think you’re going to need to do that.”

“We’ll see, Lu.”

“He’ll pick you up from your house around eight!” Lucy called as Levy grabbed her bag and waved goodbye to her friend.

What did one wear to a blind date? Levy stood in front of her closet, hair drying in a towel twist. Everything she had was either scrubs, sweatpants and ratty t-shirts that she’d had for like ten years, and evening gowns. Somehow she doubted that evening gowns would be appropriate and sweats definitely weren’t. Levy dug around in her drawers looking for anything she could possibly wear. Scrounging through her clothes she finally found a half decent dress. It was bright orange with a white belt. Albeit nice, but in it she looked like an orange with a sash. Oh well, at least her blue hair made her look less like a fruit. The dress was a little too short for her blind date preferences but it would have to do.

Levy glanced at the clock. Seven thirty. Good, she had time to do make up. Hmm… she didn’t want to overdo it, especially because she had no idea what he would be like. What if he liked girls in heavy make-up? What if he hated it? What if he was shallow enough to care?

Levy decided just basic foundation and mascara. She stared at the lip gloss hesitantly before putting it in her purse, just in case. She glanced at the clock again, seven forty five. So he should be here soon. Levy decided to go downstairs and read until he got here, reading helped calm her nerves and made any and all qualms she had at the moment go away. She almost didn’t even notice when eight o’clock hit. Almost.

So she sat, in her house, at eight o’clock, all dressed up and no knock on the door. It’s fine, she told herself, he might be working late and forgot to call to cancel. No! Don’t be so pessimistic, he probably got stuck in traffic, besides Lu said he’s be here around eight, not eight on the dot. Slightly reassured she went back to her book, every so often checking the clock.

Eight oh five.

Eight ten.

Eight fifteen.

This was ridiculous. Levy closed her book with a snap and began to walk upstairs to change into pajamas and wash off her make-up. This was precisely why she didn’t date EMTs, especially blind date them. That was when there was a knock on the door.


She huffed and went back downstairs and opened the door to… well, a chest. A very wide chest. One that had a white button down stretched across it. Levy’s eyes slowly travelled up, and up, and up. Jesus, was this guy just che-Oh. She had gotten to his face, which was sharply defined, high cheekbones and sun-tanned skin. He took a step back and frowned.

“You’re really short.” The mountain of man said very loudly.

Levy was too shocked to respond. “I-um. You’re really tall.” She countered dumbly. He smirked. Levy vaguely remembered a fleeting thought about how it was one of the only things he hadn’t pierced, because his face, for all intents and purposes, seemed to be a pin cushion. Okay, so maybe she was exaggerating. But he really did have a lot of piercings. They dotted curves where his eyebrows were supposed to be, and they followed the edge of his ear, the top earrings hoops and the ones embedded in his lobes looked like steel studs.

“Yeah. That happens when you get older. I mean, obviously not to you.”

Levy scowled. “That’s rude.”

The man raised an eyebrow before holding out a (non-pierced, but manicured with black nail polish) hand. “Gajeel Redfox.”

She shook his hand and it almost engulfed hers. Seriously? Who was actually this large? “Levy McGarden.”

“Hey, you’re that ER doctor who occasionally gets sent out of conference rooms because people think you’re too young to be a doctor!”

Levy blushed heavily. Why did people keep spreading that story around? It had been one time! “T-that only happened once!”

Gajeel Redfox snorted. “I can see why they kicked you out. You’re tiny!”

Levy crossed her arms over her chest. “And you’re late.” She accused. Gajeel at least had the decency to look slightly abashed.

“I was busy at work. Sorry. I didn’t have your number and Natsu had already left on his ride.”

Well, she guessed she could excuse tardiness in that case. They were in the medical profession after all. “So…” Gajeel began awkwardly. “Shall we go?” He asked. Levy gave him a stiff nod and grabbed a coat before locking the door and walking out to the street.

“That one.” Gajeel said pointing to a black sports car.

Levy looked at him in surprise. “How did you get that on your salary?”

“Now who’s the rude one?” Gajeel said with a smirk. He opened her door for her and Levy began reconsidering this whole not-dating-EMTs thing of hers. “Dad’s a dealer, he gave one to me cheap.”

“Huh. Think you could score me a deal?” She asked as casually as possible.

Gajeel outright laughed at that. “Depends if you break my heart or not.” He said.

Levy’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second and Gajeel saw her expression. “I’m kidding Shrimp, lighten up.”

Levy blushed again. She hated that she kept doing that. He started the car and turned on the radio. Surprisingly some type of rock/metal band didn’t play, instead the music that filled the vehicle was pop music. Levy looked at her driver quizzically.

“I-I thought you might like this music better.” He offered as an explanation.

I don’t listen to pop music. “It’s nice.” Levy lied. The rest of the ride to the restaurant was silent.

The restaurant was a nice place, not overly fancy but clearly expensive. It even needed a reservation. Gajeel told the greeter their names and she led them to a table near the middle of the dimning floor. Levy sat on her chair, across from Gajeel. She nicely placed her napkin in her lap, feeling a tad underdressed here (it didn’t help that her legs didn’t reach the floor and they swung awkwardly under the table, she hated when that happened, it always made her feel like a child). Gajeel had long black hair that was tied into a ponytail behind him. His shiny black nails placed the napkin in his lap as well.

A waitress appeared in a black button down and black slacks with a small beige half-apron around her waist. She handed the two of them menus and smiled before disappearing. Levy opened her hesitantly, glancing at the foods. They were all a little rich for her taste, truth be told she would have been fine with a burger.

She finally chose a chicken dish with a side of salad. Gajeel chose a steak. Neither had spoken to one another since the music-in-the-car conversation. When the waitress asked if they wanted wine, Levy who was considering excusing herself to the bathroom to send the get-me-out-of-here text to Lucy, almost nodded vehemently but Gajeel waved it off, saying that they were fine with water. So, Levy said nothing.

They sat quietly, looking everywhere but each other until Gajeel mumbled: “So, like your job?”

Levy hadn’t… expected that question. “I guess. You?”

“’S pretty fun. Expect when someone has an adrenaline rush and doesn’t understand we’re trying to help him.”

Levy smiled softly. “I once had a guy try to punch me because he thought I was going to tell the CIA he was in my ER.”


“Yeah. He was having hallucinations. Took five orderlies to get him still long enough for me to sedate him.”

“Damn. I mean, I’ve had nothing that exciting. Except one time, my rig was called onto a gunshot wound call, turned out the dude had shot himself in the ass.”

“What? How?”

He grinned slyly. “You don’t want to know.”

“Is it true that you guys just sit around when you aren’t on a call?”

“No! We drive around… I mean, what else are we supposed to do?”

“So do you know the entire city like the back of your hand?”

“We only patrol a certain area in the city, but yeah. I know it pretty well.” Levy watched as he tugged on the cuff of his black blazer that he wore over his shirt. “You know, you’re different from other doctors.”

“Good different or bad different?” She asked as she took a long sip from her glass of water. That was never a good sentence.

“Good different. I mean, all the doctors I’ve ever met are always so cocky. Like get off your goddamn horse, am I right?” Levy felt her lips begin to purse. “Not that you’re like that or anything.” He added.

Levy wasn’t sure if she should have been offended or not, so she just stayed silent. Gajeel bit his lip awkwardly and toyed with the cuff of his jacket again. Was he waiting for her to speak?

They were thankfully interrupted by their food. They dug in gratefully, and the silence continued as they ate. They were ten minutes into their meal when they heard a loud scream and a crash. They turned towards the source of the sound.

A woman stood, hands clenching and unclenching, looking around frantically. “My husband!” She cried. “My husband! He just collapsed! Someone help him, please!”

“Is anyone a doctor in the building?” One of the waiters called. Levy and Gajeel were on their feet in seconds, pushing past the crowd of restaurant patrons who had risen to see what the fuss was all about.

“Move! I’m a doctor!” Levy said, trying to get to the man on the ground. For some reason whenever she said that no one moved. It really annoyed her.

“EVERYBODY MOVE!” Gajeel roared, and the sea of people parted shocked by the loud voice.

“I’ll get the defibrillator!” One of the waiters called, running off to the kitchen where they presumably kept it.

“I’ll deal with him and the wife.” Gajeel told Levy. “You’re the doctor, you check on the guy.” Levy nodded, before running to the fallen body.

“Sir, sir can you hear me?” Levy asked, patting his face sharply. He didn’t move. She opened his shirt and found the sternum, rubbing against it hard. Still nothing. No, no, no, no, no. She checked his pulse. Nothing. Crap.

Meanwhile Gajeel was trying to calm the wife, who was crying still babbling about her husband and how he just fell. Hysterical. Lovely. Best thing a doctor needed. “Hey. Hey.” Gajeel snapped when asking nicely didn’t shake her from her sobs. She stopped babbling and looked at him, terrified. He’d only seen that look too many times. “I need to know, if your husband on any medication? Any diseases?”

She shook her head before quietly adding: “H-he has a p-pacemaker.”

“Levy! Pacemaker!” Gajeel called to the doctor who had just finished her examination of the patient.

“No pulse. Starting compressions.” She responded.

“C-compressions?” The wife shouted distraughtly. “That-that means he’s d-dead right? Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” Fuck, Gajeel thought. She’s hyperventilating.

“He’s going to be okay.” Gajeel assured her, sparing a quick glance to the large old man who had fallen on the ground and small woman on top of him. “Doctor McGarden is very good at her job. And I have another question that you have to answer. When he fell, did he just fall, or did he clutch his chest? Did his left arm hurt?”

“He clutched his chest. I thought it was nothing. It’s all my fault!” She wailed, grabbing Gajeel’s shirt and weeping into it.

“Listen, I can help your husband, but to do that you need to let go of me. Okay? So can you take a deep breath and let go?” The wife nodded weakly, and Gajeel ran over to Levy. He joined her on the floor, kneeling next to the man.

“Heart attack.”  He told her. She stopped her compressions to test his pulse. Still nothing.

“I’ve got the defibrillator!” The waiter cried, running past the staring circle of people around them.

“Get him out of here!” Levy snapped as she pumped the man’s chest.

Gajeel turned to the waiter. “Put that away, we can’t use that.”

“What do you mean you can’t use it? Don’t you doctor people use them in the TV shows?”

“Yes. But we use hospital ones, those won’t work on someone not in V-Fib—look, because science it won’t tell the difference between him and a table, we can’t use it. If you want to be helpful, get everyone away from here and call nine-one-one.”

The waiter nodded dutifully and set aside the equipment. He turned to the patrons and ushered them back to their seats. “Nothing to see here folks!” He told them. Gajeel knew he wouldn’t be successful but at least he was out of the way.

Gajeel knelt next to the man and grabbed a napkin from one of the tables near them and held it between his mouth the unconscious man’s mouth to prevent germs from spreading between them. He began breathing into the man’s mouth, and every two minutes the two of them would stop and Levy would check the man’s pulse. She didn’t even need to shake her head to let Gajeel know the verdict, all he needed was the look in her eyes before she went back to pressing on his chest.

“The ambulance is five minutes out!” The waiter called out to them.

“Thank you.” Levy said without pausing in her compressions.

The man beneath them blissfully unaware (at least from the look on his face) that he was dead. Behind them Levy could hear the wife whimpering and the awed whispers of the bystanders. She paused to take the man’s pulse. Nothing, dammit! Back to compressions. Come on, come on, COME ON!

The time was paradoxical in its speed. On one hand every second seemed to take forever, but at the same time when the paramedics arrived Levy was almost surprised at how quickly they’d showed up. “Sudden heart attack, pacemaker must have shorted. Been administering CPR for…” She glanced at Gajeel who was helping the on-duty EMTs roll the man from the backboard they’d put him on to the gurney. One of Natsu’s partners, Juvia Locksar was doing compressions for the man while she kept pace with the rolling gurney.

“Six minutes.”  He supplied.

“You and Gajeel were first on scene?” Natsu asked as he began to roll the gurney (with the help of another one of his partners, Gray Fullbuster) to the ambulance.


“You have to ride with us.” Natsu informed her. By law she wasn’t allowed to leave the patient in the hands of less qualified people.

“I know.” She spared Gajeel an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Gajeel.”

“It’s the law, Shrimp, I get it.”

“Where are they taking my husband?” The wife howled. Gajeel walked over to her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t worry, Ma’am. He’s in the hands of the best emergency room doctor in Magnolia. If you want we can follow the ambulance to the hospital.” He paused and yelled to Natsu who was already loading the man onto his rig. “MAG GEN, RIGHT?”

“YEAH. SEE YOU THERE, METALFACE.” Levy climbed into the vehicle after the gurney and closed the doors behind her. Levy grabbed a breathing bag, and pressed it over the mouth of the man, Juvia continued to press on his chest.

Juvia paused and checked for a pulse. “He’s got one!” She cried happily. “Slow but there.”

“He’s not breathing though.” Levy told the other woman. Levy handed the bag to Juvia who continued to bag him. “Where’s your oxygen?”

“Top shelf, right.”

Levy climbed frowned. Sometimes her size sucked. She looked at the floor, and climbed onto a bag of ResuAnnies. She grabbed one of the oxygen tubes and almost fell as they ran over a pothole and the vehicle shook. She returned to her cramped seat between the gurney and the wall of medicine. She handed it to Juvia who hooked the tube to the back of bag and Juvia continued bagging him. Levy counted his pulse, fifty beats per minute. She took a deep breath and leaned back against the wall of medicine, drawer handles digging into her back.

“So?” Natsu asked. Levy glanced up at him in the rearview mirror. “How was the date?”

The ER was rather empty. Lucy ran up to her friend, taking the bag from her. “Middle-aged. Heart attack. Pulse, but still has difficulty breathing, keep him on oxygen. Wife en route.”

Lucy began ordering nurses around, once they got him to a bed. Lucy took a minute to ask Levy about her date. Levy shrugged. “It was fine.” She offered.

Levy heard the familiar voice of the frantic wife of the man that she’d saved. The woman ran past Levy like a speeding bullet and wailed over her husband distracting Lucy for a minute. Five feet behind her was a winded Gajeel. Gajeel took a deep breath and braced himself on his knees.

“She’s really fucking fast.” He heaved. “I think I broke like nine traffic laws because of her.”

“Uh huh.” She said, crossing her arms.

“Look,” He said once he caught his breath, “I’m really sorry about dinner. You were really amazing tonight.”

Levy blushed. Why did she keep doing that tonight? “Thanks. You were too.”

“I know.” He said cockily. And yet… Levy was starting to find that endearing. “Hey, you’ve done your ethical and legal duty and he’s in great hands. You want to get dinner?”

Levy raised an eyebrow. “Nothing fancy.” He said with a grin. “How ‘bout burgers?”

Levy smiled. “I’d love some burgers.”

Gajeel’s grin widened and he held out his arm for her to take, and she did.