Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

7. it doesn't count under mistletoe

"Eren," Mikasa says plainly. "I've told you about him. His family took me in."

"Hey," Eren greets, standing up. "Cool house."

Levi just stares at him. Then, he looks to you. "How're you feeling?"

You shrug, flexing your aching feet. "I'm fine. You're doing okay?"

"Mhm." He nods. "We'll hang around for a bit more and then sneak out."

Okay, thank god. "Not staying for your own party?" Eren asks, glancing around. "The food's not great but the drinks are good."

The drinks are good; this is your fourth or fifth glass. "It's not my party," Levi tells him. 

Levi's about to say something else when someone else steps into your conversation. It's Kuchel, and it's not the first time you've seen her this evening, but it's the first time you're talking to her. She's wearing a long-sleeved, light blue dress with some flowery lace and frills. It's not something you'd wear, but it suits her.

"Miss Ackerman," Mikasa greets immediately.

"Hello, dear. Lovely to see you. You both look stunning," she adds, looking from Mikasa to you. "That green is such a beautiful color on you."

You beam. "Thank you. That blue is so nice on you."

She smiles, then looks to Levi. "Can I borrow you for a moment?"

Levi looks to you, and you give him a subtle nod- you'll be okay. Levi turns back to his mother and the two of them walk away, out of the ballroom. That's fine: you'll just stay in this chair until he comes back. That, you can do.

At least, that was the plan- until you notice someone coming towards you, and that someone is Lovof. You straighten up, looking to Eren and Mikasa, hoping they'll take you in for some conversation, but the two of them are both looking at Lovof. Mikasa looks calm, but Eren's straightening himself up and adjusting his suit jacket, so clearly, he knows who he is. 

Lovof stops in front of the three of you, and he looks to you. "A word."

Oh, god. You glance at Mikasa and Eren, but they're already heading back to the dance floor. On shaky legs, you stand yourself up, nodding. "Alright."

He starts to walk to one of the unoccupied corners of the ballroom. Your fingers are clenched tight on your glass, heart going a million miles an hour. What does he want? Where's Levi? Just don't say anything stupid or anything to give away that this isn't real. It's fine. You can do this.

Lovof stops, and you halt abruptly beside him, keeping a good three feet of space between you. You're still in the main room but away from everyone else- in public but having a private conversation, you suppose.

He's quiet for a while. You fidget in your spot, taking sips of your drink. "You're dating my son," Lovof says.

He's not your son, you want to say, but you don't. "Yes, I am."

"And you're planning on continuing to date him for a while."

No, you'll have a staged break up right when you get back to school, you think. "Yes."

Lovof looks at you. "What makes you think you're good enough to be his girlfriend?"

The fucking nerve. This asshole of a stepfather is trying to look at you and determine if you're- if you're good enough? After all the shit he puts Levi through, he thinks he has the right?

Fuck your social anxiety- this man is a bitch to Levi. You down the rest of your drink- maybe you can blame the alcohol on what you're about to say, but you honestly have stopped caring about what this man thinks. "What makes you think you're good enough to be his stepfather?" you challenge.