Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

8. it doesn't count during drinking games [minor nsfw]

"Cabin's bigger than I expected," Levi remarks as he parks the car.

You shrug. "It's not bad."

He doesn't respond, so you look to him. He's staring at you. "You ready for this?" he asks calmly.

No, you don't think you are. But you've got Levi with you, and you just have to remind yourself that this year will be easier than past years. "Not really," you admit. "You?"

"No." Your lips twitch, and so do his. "We're in this together," Levi reminds you.

"We're in this together," you agree. 

The two of you get out of the car. The winter air is really fucking cold and you miss the heat of Levi's car almost immediately. Levi doesn't give you the chance to grab your own bag; he takes it for you, despite your protests, and before you know it, you're at the front steps.

With a heavy exhale, you push open the front door. You can hear the chatter immediately, but when you peer into the first room of the house- the kitchen- there's only two people there, and it's your parents. Your mother notices you first, and she gasps as she makes her way over to you. "You made it!"

"Mom," you say with a tight smile, hugging her. "Hi. Good to see you."

"Angel, darling!" your mother chirps, breaking away from the hug so that she can grab your shoulders and give you a once over. "Goodness, you look different every time I see you!"

You really don't. Maybe your eyesight's going, Mom, you want to say, but you bite your tongue, because she could've said a lot worse. "Dad," you say instead, turning to your father and giving him a hug next. When you pull back, you step back so that you're next to Levi. "Mom, Dad, this is Levi. My boyfriend."

The word feels awkward coming out of your mouth. Levi sets your bags down and holds out his hand. "It's a pleasure," he says. "I've heard a lot."

Short and to the point, but you didn't really expect much more from him. Your shoulders dip in relief as your father shakes his hand. "So, so glad that Angel finally got around to taking her dating life seriously," your mother chirps brightly, thankfully not going in for a hug. "Goodness, though. I wish she went for someone taller!"

"Mom," you snap immediately. "You say that like you're not five foot two."

"It's fine," Levi murmurs. "I hear that a lot."

"You hear that she should've gone for someone taller a lot?" your father asks quizzically.

"No. Just references to my height."

Alright. He's stoic and he's blunt, but he's not entirely cold. You can work with this. "Can you show us where our room is?" you intervene, changing the subject. "Before everyone else swamps us?"

"Oh, come on dear, you could've been here a week ago. The least you can do is say hi to your family," your mother chides. "Stay right here, I'll go grab them. Don't let them go anywhere," she says to your father, and then she vanishes out of the front entryway. 

You sigh, looking to Levi. "Sorry," you murmur.

He shrugs as if to say he was going to meet everyone anyway. You glance at your father, who's standing across from you with his hands in his pockets. He looks mildly awkward, but he's staring at Levi, which puts you on edge. "You're dating my daughter," he says.

Levi nods. "Yes."

"How long?"

"Since the summer."

"You treat her well?"

"Yes."

Your father nods, then looks to you. "That's it from me," he says, kind of awkwardly, but you're glad he cares. "It's your mother you have to worry about."