Soap Levi x Reader

“Fuck this shitty shitting shit.” My black combat boots scuffing on the pavement’s with every step I took.

 I had originally wanted to have a shower and go to bed after a long day of studying, but of course that’s not going to happen, because I have ran out of soap. Now you’re probably thinking.

 Pfft why does she need soap, just use you shampoo or hand soap if you’re desperate.

But you don’t understand. If I don’t have my special body wash that will clean every speck of dead skin off my body, I can’t sleep.

So no I must trudge through the pitch black night guided by the flicking street lights on this dead ass street, until I reach my neighbourhood fuel station, who thank god stocks it, magically.

But oh sweet freckled llamas, I wish it wasn’t so freaking cold.

“Fucking hell! He’s beating the crap out of us boss! We should head back for some help!” I uninterestedly turn my head in to the direction of the sudden barrage of noise through my headphone protected ears.

I spot 5 thugs all pounding on this one guy, who is actually fending them off pretty fucking well.

 I was just about to go on my marry way, seems the guy has it handled so well, but unfortunately, my shit box phone decided to ringing and it kind of old so it’s one of those obnoxiously loud annoying ringtones.

I swear to fucking god it’s like one of those crappy movies, everyone stopped and was looking at my dumb ass, and I just stood there holding the shit box before silencing it hastily.

“What should we do boss, she saw us, and she has her phone she could call the cops.” One of the shitty henchmen was trying to whisper to another more important shit.

“Guys it’s like 11:30 at night, did you expect for no one to walk past.” My mouth decides to start digging me an early grave. But for some reason everyone just stands there, gawking, like they have never encountered the personification of one hell of a sassy black woman before.

“Well actually. No. We weren’t.” My eyebrows raise slightly, are these guys fucking special. I place my phone back into my pocket and walk over to them.

“Like come on guys what is this fucking Street fighter, you should have your shit together. Like there is a fuel station not even 30 metres up the road, you could have picked like a deserted car lot or even a darker alleyway.” They all glance at each other except for the kickass one who is kind of standing there staring at me.

“That does make more sense, why are we even here?” I silently cross my fingers and nod my head agreeably. I walk to the odd one out and place a hand on his shoulder.

“See why are you here? Isn’t this business something you can save for another night? One where you’re more prepared, now that you can see what he can do? I’m pretty sure also that you guys have something better to do with your Saturday night.” I look over to the guy they keep calling boss and watch his expressions waiting for an answer. He looks to be weighing up my reasoning which is better than killing me. I sneak a peek a look over to the raven haired male. I might I have just saved you the trouble of beating all of these guys asses.

“Let’s go. I’m honestly getting sick of them sending us on these jobs, to only get our asses kicked again. Plus I have the new episode of game of thrones at home along with my wife ready for me to join her in bed.” my hand gets grabbed by one of the thugs and shaken as he gives me a thankful smile.

I stand there with the other guy watching them walk off out the ally way discussing what food they should get before heading home.

I let out a loud breath of air as I collect my sanity, holy French fries that was me almost up shit creek without a paddle.

I look over the raven haired male who is eyeing me wearily, like I should be the one being eyed warily? I just saw him take on a bunch of thugs on his own, he’s a bloody ninja, and he should be on a watch list or something.

 I decided to break the awkward silence in hopes of prying his stare off me.

“And you have plans as well I assume.” I couldn’t have phrased that more awkwardly, congratulations you shitting duck.

He doesn’t answer straight away, so I shove my hand into my jacket pockets, and sway back and forth on my heels.

“Only if you’re in them.” My eyes widen a bit at his statement.

 What a smooth mother fucker.

I eye him up and down. Rippling abbs evident under his white button down, his hair somehow still immaculately styled, his bangs slightly brushing over his eyes as the wind blows, but those piercing steel eyes are pulling me closer and closer with every second. I smirk slightly and walk up to him.

“Only if you don’t mind having a shower with me.” He eyes my lustfully, this is the most exciting thing you have ever done in your life, but oh my god, for this man’s eyes and husky voice I might just start stripping here. Fuck the shitting soap, I don’t need it, I won’t be sleeping tonight anyway.