Damn it all- I want you [Ereri]

Chapter 5- Bedtime Shenanigans

Hey you little shits, anyone else having a disrupted sleep schedule?
I mean I'm totally not.
Not at all.
(Author- Levi is drowning in eye bags)
Shut the fuck up you... Author, you! You're drowning in eye bags as well
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"Place the chair over there. No! Not there! Eren!"

Eren and I were currently attempting to build the biggest fort of our lives. We had managed to span it out over the area of my lounge-room, dining room and kitchen.

"I fucking hope to god that Shitty Glasses doesn't see this" I muttered under my breath as Eren was using the pegs used for the washing line as a form of anchor, or clip, to hold the blanket over the several, randomly placed chairs in the small space.

"Brat, what the fuck are you even trying to do?" Eren sheepishly smiled widely in my direction before continuing with setting up the chairs. Crawling around on the pristine floor, underneath the canopy of blankets and bedsheets, I finally made my way to the kitchen counter, where I had lazily placed my laptop earlier that day. Dragging my personal computer underneath the many sheets, I blindly stumbled around on my knees searching for the wall, before continuing my search to find the powerpoint for my laptops charger to plug into.

"Hey Levi, what do we do for snacks? I mean, I wouldn't know if you've got anything but, do we need to buy any?"

Poking my darkly coloured hair out of a crack between two of the blankets, I stared at Eren between my half-lidded eyes at a distance, squinting to see the curious look embedded into his expression.

"I don't usually eat junk food brat..." The rest of what I said was mumbled between my thinly pressed lips, "I only have wine and macaron's..."

"Macaron's? Did you say macaron's?" Eren's eyes had suddenly  brightened in excitement at the mention of the small French desserts.

"Yes I did, they're in the fridge. Don't trip,"

Eren's gangly body made its way through the maze of blankets and furniture that our hard labour had created, stopping only once to jab me in the back of the knee, causing me to yelp and my body to crash to the ground with a long drawn out, "Eeerrrrreeeennnn!!"

~time skip brought to you by grumpy Levi~

3 terribly made boxes of macaron's and 2 brilliantly directed parts of The Hobbit later, and Eren and I were dribbling nonsense as well as drool before I decided it was the perfectly timed moment to jump up from our mountain of bedsheets, screaming about taking back my fellow dwarfed brethren's home whilst wielding the mouse for my laptop as a terrifying weapon of death, the cord whipping out in all directions, catching Eren directly in the eyeball before I marched off with my mouse of doom, forgetting we were underneath tightly bound blankets, before I clothes-lined myself and fell backwards on top of the crying-in-pain-because-some-idiot-whipped-him-in-the-eye Eren and whacking my delicate head against the hard wooden floorboards of my dining room.

"Le-vi! Wha-the-fuck! What were you doing, you idiot!" The larger boys hands roughly pushed me aside as I tumbled backwards. "How old are you? 5?!"

"I'm the height of a fucking 5- year old..."

My strangely sugar infused mind decided it was the perfect moment to direct a terrible  preschool comeback towards the teen, our eyes widening rapidly before we fell backwards in fits of silent laughter, our shoulders shaking as we struggled to breathe.

"Oww my head... Errreeennn! Can you get me an ice pack?"

"Levi, you are literally 20 years older than I am... Not exaggerating at all... Get your own fucking ice pack!"