Try (-modern- Levi x reader)

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 [Edited October 19, 2019]

 Eren had dropped you off at your apartment after you refused to go to Levi's house. You couldn't anyway- he never told you his address. As you watched Eren's car drive off, the anger you managed to hold off until you were alone hit you like a tidal wave. "Fuck!" The shout echoed up the stairwell, and you were sure you woke the downstairs residents. You quickly ran up the stairs to the third floor, reaching to unlock the door, but noticing that wasn't necessary. 

The door was open. 

It was just a smidge, but you could see the light spilling from your living room through the crack. You held onto your keys, ready to stab someone if necessary, and threw the door open.
There, Levi was lying on the couch, fast asleep. 

You stood in shock for a few minutes, staring at him like an idiot with your mouth hanging open. But you finally got ahold of yourself and quietly went in the closet to get a blanket.
Why?
Because you aren't an asshole, that's why. You promised yourself you'd get revenge on him (in the form of a prank of course- you were an adult after all) when he was fully conscious.

As you drape the blanket over his frame, he mumbled something in his sleep, and you winced, expecting him to wake up. When he didn't, you went back into your room, somehow managing to wiggle out of the wedding dress and absurd lingerie they shoved you in. Putting on some pajama pants and a t-shirt, you grabbed a pillow to give to the sleeping male.
You walked over, checking to see if he was really asleep before gently lifting his head, and sliding the pillow underneath it.
You never realized how soft his hair was.
You began to softly stroke it, the silky strands slipping through your fingers.
As you pulled your hand away, he caught your wrist, pulling you onto his chest.
A squeal escaped your throat as he pinned you to his chest, his grip tighter than iron. You checked to see if he was awake, only confirming it when you saw his lips slightly parted, emanating a soft snore.
'This is okay.'
Your body eventually succumbed to the exhaustion of the day, your eyes closing as the steady sound of his heartbeat lulled you to sleep.

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You woke up alone on the couch, the smell of soap and cologne still lingering. The shower was on, so you assumed Levi was the one occupying it.
You yawned, stretching and fixing your hair.  You groaned as you realized you slept with a face full of makeup, realizing you probably looked like the joker on steroids. Of course, you'd have to wait to fix your severe case of clown face because a certain someone was taking way too long in the shower. Sighing, you stood and walked to the kitchen where you made a cup of coffee, adding plenty of sugar and creamer to it. Black coffee was just too strong for your tastes. 

You sat on the couch, turning on the news as you sipped your coffee, your eyes begging to close as you waited for the caffeine to kick in. Yawning, you were too focused on the TV remote to notice the shower had turned off. As you watched the television, Levi came out with only a towel wrapped around his waist. You almost choked on the hot liquid. "You're naked," you manage to say without having coffee dribble out of your mouth.
He raised an eyebrow, looking down at the plain white towel that partially hid his lower half. "I beg to differ, this is covering up what you apparently don't want to see."
You almost choked again.
Was he just sarcastic?
"Desperate much?" You mutter, rolling your eyes as you force yourself to swallow the coffee.
"Don't flatter yourself." He said, smirking as he strode over and sat next to you.
"Ah, so you can be an adult sometimes." He said, his eyes watching the news caster, who, was talking about the stock market.
"Uh, yeah? Was that supposed to be an insult?" You say, looking at him with furrowed brows.
You then shook your head, sighing and taking another sip of the light brown coffee. "I don't want to argue, it's too early in the damn morning." You say, crossing your legs and leaning back into the sofa. He glanced at you, grunting in agreement before crossing his legs at the ankles and putting his hand on your thigh. Your eyes dart to your leg, eyes nearly bulging out of your skull as they dart to his face. 
"What are you doing?"
"Acting like we're actually married- because we are." He replied smoothly, his eyes not leaving the tv screen.
"And, by the way, you need to pack some bags." He said, his eyes sliding over to you.
"Why?" You scoffed, trying to imagine what insane reason he would come up with.
"Because we haven't had our honeymoon."