Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

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

You smile weakly, then look to Levi. He's already looking at you. He reaches for your hand and squeezes, which you hope is a message that he's okay so far. Is this how Levi felt, introducing you to his parents? Worried how his family would come across to you?

Your mother returns with your family in tow, and there's a barrage of squeals as you reunite with your cousins. Your parents and aunts and uncles are all a bit tedious sometimes, but you truly do love your cousins: they're fun and they don't put any pressure on you, not like the rest of your family. 

The kids come in to say hi too, and then your mother's babbling on about how you took your sweet time to get here, and then you finally manage to break away by claiming that you need to unpack your things. Fucking finally, you're shown to your room and your mother tells you that dinner will be ready in half an hour, and then she leaves, and you and Levi are finally alone.

"I'm sorry," you say immediately, dropping your bag to the ground. "That was suffocating."

Levi shrugs. "You warned me."

"I feel like a warning can't adequately prepare someone for..." you gesture vaguely at the door. "That."

He shrugs his coat off of his shoulders, hanging it up on the hook on the wall. "You put up with my fucked up family," Levi says, unzipping his suitcase, "so I'll put up with yours. Besides," he adds, glancing around, "the room's not as bad as you said it'd be."

It's really not. The bed's large (you can't tell if it's a king or a queen), and the room is spacious enough to have a large dresser, a shelf with a television on it, and two side tables. There's a door at the side of the room that's open, and it looks like it leads to a bathroom. 

After years of plugging your ears while the kids giggle through the night, sharing stupid stories from the air mattresses on the floor next to your bed, this is cathartic. You sigh happily, letting go of your bag and collapsing onto the bed. "A room to ourselves," you say with a happy sigh. "This is a dream. Maybe not to you, at least, but this is incredible."

"It's fine," Levi says indifferently. 

"It just suffers by comparison," you amend, smiling at him. "Hard to go to this after spending a few days at your place."

He moves to his bag, starting to pull some things out and place them in one of the dresser drawers. "Out of that swarm of relatives," he says, glancing at you before turning back to put more of his things away. "How many do we care about?"

The 'we' makes your chest do something funny. You ignore it. "Only my cousins, really," you confess. "The four of them. And I actually like them, since they don't make me feel like shit."

"A low bar," Levi says, closing the drawer and turning to face you.

"Yep. There's four of them and all their significant others," you say, holding up four fingers. Levi crosses his arms and leans back against the dresser. "Sasha," you start, folding down one finger. "Super sweet, massive foodie. Her boyfriend, Niccolo, graduated from culinary school... last year? Two years ago? Anyways, he's a private chef and they're madly in love."

"Match made in heaven," your fake boyfriend says dryly.

Your lips twitch. "Definitely. Then there's Hitch," you add, folding down another finger. "In training to be a cop. That's how she met her boyfriend Marlowe. She's loud and she's funny, and he's a bit... high strung? I think? But they work."

"And we like Hitch?"

"We love Hitch, she's great. Third is Ymir, and she's brought her girlfriend Historia, who's the sweetest girl I've ever met and she somehow ended up with Ymir?" you say aloud, frowning. Levi's eyebrows raise, amused. "Not that it's a bad thing. But Ymir is... well, she's got no filter. Out of the closet since as long as I can remember," you tack on. "But Historia wasn't ready to be out until last year. So they're not a new couple but this is only her second Christmas with us."