Don't Make it Weird pt. 2
i just loved the first part enough to make a second part so who knows??? maybe I’ll make it into a little series
Eren really hated himself sometimes. Mostly for the fact that he would sit at his bedroom window on the second floor and ogle at his best friend’s dad who—luckily for Eren—lived across the street.
He couldn’t help it! Mr. Ackerman just looked really good with his shirt clung tightly to his muscled torso; the torso that Eren wanted to do nothing to except explore with his hands and maybe (definitely) tongue. Honestly, the man could wear a fucking trash bag and Eren would cream his pants. A sigh left his mouth, one of irritation towards himself for continuing to pine over a man who was twice his age. But he remained at the window. Watching Levi’s every move.
He groaned to himself as he heard his mother call him from downstairs, head tipping back.
“Coming!” When he looked back at the window, he ducked immediately when he noticed Levi looking in his direction, more like, directly at his window.
His heart was pounding in his chest, waiting for a few more moments before peeking out over the edge of the windowsill. A rather large sigh of relief left his mouth once he noticed that Levi’s attention wasn’t on his window anymore and he stood up to make his way down the stairs.
Eren narrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he noticed Mikasa sitting at the bar in their kitchen, chatting with his mother.
“Wow, nice to see you too,” she jabbed.
“Just wasn’t expecting to see you here?” He walked over, ruffling her hair before wrapping his arm around her shoulder in a halfhearted hug. “Why are you here?”
She shrugged, sipping at the juice that his mother had placed in front of her.
“She came over to see if you were awake and then I got a call from work,” she turned around, setting her coffee mug on the counter as she stirred it, “and your father and I were asked last minute to attend a conference for his work.”
Eren raised his eyebrows, knowing where this was going and he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t already packed (he may or may not have an overnight always packed and ready to stay the night at her house).
“So you want me to stay with Mikasa this weekend because you don’t exactly trust me—”
“Not after the last time you stayed home alone.”
Mikasa snickered as Eren’s jaw dropped, words trying to come out in his defense. “That was an accident!”
She chuckled, her smile warm and genuine as it always is. “But, yeah, it’s fine. I’m sure your dad won’t mind, right?”
Mikasa shook her head, sliding off the stool to place her glass in the sink before giving Carla a hug. “He’s never had a problem with you staying the night before. It’s not like you’re some stranger and not my best friend.”
They made their way upstairs, Mikasa accusing him of watching her dad from his window to which he continuously denied—but they both knew he was a terrible liar—and she eventually quit. It didn’t help as his face lit up with a bright pink which he was forced to hide by shoving his face in his closet as he “searched” for more clothes for his already full duffel bag.
“Behave yourself,” his mother said as they made their way back downstairs and she kissed his cheek. “I’ll call you tonight.”
“I know, I know.” He waved her off, giving a smile and wave as he followed Mikasa outside.
Levi looked up as they crossed the street, tossing the gross looking hand towel to the side so that he could place his hands on his hips.
“Eren is staying the weekend. His parents are going out of town and they don’t trust him to be alone after—ow!”
He cut her off with an elbow to the side, much worth the deathly sideways glare. Levi looked between the two of them, meticulous eyebrows raised in question.
“Yeah, sure. Eren can stay the night. Thanks so much for asking.”
She rolled her eyes, elbowing Eren back as she walked past him. So he offered a pained and awkward smile to the older man, giving a nod.
Levi smiled at him, Eren’s chest feeling as though it was going to explode at the gesture. “Don’t worry ‘bout it kid. Not like it’s the first time you’ve crashed here. And you’re no stranger.” Eren didn’t know what to do with himself, this being the longest conversation with the man he had been way too in love with for way too long as he admired him from his window across the street (okay that really does make him sound like a stalker, Mikasa has a point).
“But,” if Eren had ears like a dog, they would have perked up immediately. He picked up the difference in his tone. “I will have to put you to work.”
Eren had to be dreaming. He had to be in some kind of daydream because Levi certainly did not just check him out and certainly did not just smirk at Eren.
“Can you do that for me?” His tone was almost raspy, breathy. As if he was hiding something else behind his words that he wanted Eren to pick up on.
“U-uh, yeah. Yeah o-of course,” he stuttered like an idiot. “This is your house. Do with me what you want.” He wanted to smack himself and then melt into the ground to disappear forever after saying that.
He really needed to put a filter on his mouth.
Levi chuckled, low in his chest and his smirk was back but this time it was accompanied with—what Eren thought was—a wink.
“I’ll hold you to your words.”
“You can hold me against anything,” Eren muttered to himself, turning around on his heels and rushing inside after Mikasa before Levi could say anything else.
He wasn’t sure that he was going to live through the weekend.