You Make Me Smile

Hangovers

AUTHOR NOTE:

This chapter is where things finally start getting started! Levi will start to realize what that strange feeling in his chest is whenever he sees you (//winks dramatically), you'll be super awkward and sleepy, and Connie will wake up thinking that Levi hates his guts. Fun!

Warnings; language, sexual themes, etc.

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After Armin helped you lug a halfway unconscious (but still one hundred percent vulgar) Levi to your bunk, you weren't sure what to think anymore.

You knew that alcohol made people say weird things, but the shit that was spouting from Levi's lips was beyond weird - it was barking mad. You were torn between just lying back against the wall and trying to tune him out or to drive your head repeatedly into your desk. You were insanely close to choosing the latter.

Little Robin chirped insistently, and you transitioned her to the windowsill, leaving the window open wide enough so that the bird could fly off whenever she pleased - though she seemed intent on staying put, for whatever reason. The combined stress of that damn bird chirping every two and a half seconds and Levi's insistent rambling was enough to make you fucking

lose.

your.

marbles.

You suddenly felt strongly for mothers with more than two children.

Somewhere along the line, Levi had taken it upon himself to begin talking about (for reasons unknown), the color of Commander Erwin's horse, and by that point you had tuned him out completely. All you heard were the occasional mumblings of 'they thought it was black' and 'I told them to fuck off'.

You didn't find it odd that he was spewing nonsense - no, that was normal under these circumstances, he was beyond drunk, for god's sake - but his expression was unnerving.

Same pale, chiseled face. Same barely-there frown that made him look like he was a slightly disappointed middle-aged mother. Same low set eyebrows that practically screamed bedroom eyes (not that that mattered. Because it totally didn't. At all.) Everything that made Levi, Levi, was still there. Except for his normal lack of speech.

You couldn't help but let out an audible groan as Levi tumbled into another anecdote about his first expedition outside the wall, and he cut himself off, glaring down at you from your bed like you had interrupted an uplifting speech about humanity.

"What?" He asked, his lips pursed in slight confusion as you closed your eyes and tilted your head back in relief. He had finally stopped talking. Thank Maria.

"You should probably sleep, Captain." You said, grasping at strings to pull that would grant you more of this precious silence. Levi looked baffled by your offer, and he glanced down at the bed below him with a look close to that of disgust.

"Here?" You swallowed thickly, taking note that he had just directed his entire drunken attention span to scrutinizing your bed. He shrugged, giving you quite the view of his collarbone, and a rather loud grunt escaped your throat, earning an indignant squawk from Little Robin. "Whatever." You guffawed. Three sentences. You had a conversation with Levi that was composed of a mere three sentences on his part (not to mention that each phrase was comprised of one word). God almighty.

"Alright." You answered squeakily, your voice coming out a few octaves higher than normal. "Cool."

"Cool." He stated affirmatively, taking great care to prop up your pillows against the headboard of the bed before leaning back against them. You eyed him suspiciously, surprised that he had complied so readily when only moments ago he'd been ranting about God-knows-what. After two or so minutes of steady breathing and silence, you figured that he was exhausted and needed to sleep through the alcohol in his bloodstream.