#i like the idea of levi as a goofy and clingy drunk

[happybird16]

Levi x reader

Tw; alcohol

“Whatcha doin’?”

The only response you get is an uneven shrug. The man doesn’t even turn towards you to respond. With the loud music thumping through the house, you figure he must not have actually heard you. The light is low too—the only real light in the whole house is the fairy lights blinking colorfully where they’re strung up along the ceiling of the living room.

You don’t know why you’re here, not really. It’s barely been an hour, but you already feel out of place. The cup in your hand feels awkward, the music is far too loud, making your ears throb and your chest ache with the deep bass. But it’s part of the college experience, so you were forced into this stupid frat house and even managed to drag Levi along.

Speaking louder this time, it’s still hard to hear your own voice, “Levi?”

This time, your boyfriend actually turns from where he’s crouched in front of the frat’s kitchen closet. Spotting you, his face lights up, a wide and dopey smile spreading across his lips. “You! Hey you! Hi!”

“Someone’s been drinking,” you note playfully. Levi rarely drinks, but when he does, he’s a special kind of dopey and goofy. It’s not a side of him you get to see often, this almost silly and love-struck version of your boyfriend, with wide goofy smiles and round flushed cheeks. It's something you almost wish you could bottle up and save for when things get rough. He reaches out, tugging at the hem of your shorts like a small toddler, and you allow him to pull you just a tad closer. “You wandered off?”

Levi blinks slowly, like your words take a moment to process. “You were busy talking to—I don’t remember their name.”

“More like they were talking at me—I don’t remember their name either.” You haven’t drunk nearly as much as Levi—apparently—but already the night’s starting to get kind of fuzzy. “Thought you were getting more beer? Why are you in their closet?”

Swaying heavily, Levi turns and gestures frustratedly at an odd pile along the doorway to the closet. “Pizza boxes aren’t recyclable. They’re corrugated cardboard—yeah, but the grease satura—” he hiccups, struggling with the word “—soaking it disqualifies them.”

Now it’s your turn to blink at him dumbly. “You’re sorting their recyclables?”

Suddenly incensed, your boyfriend nods and points towards a stack of cans by his knee, “They barely wash out their cans too!”

“They’re frat kids, they’re probably just lazy.” The fact that there are at least six pizza boxes in the stack is evidence enough of that. You doubt any of those are even from this party.

Levi points at you assertively, the effect squashed by another loud hiccup. “Exactly.” Happy having his point seemingly validated, Levi turns his back to you yet again, beginning to pull more trash out from the blue bin.

Reaching out, you tug his shoulder and try to draw him up and away from the mess. “Hey, come on. I think it’s time to go. I’ll call an Uber.”

Levi turns again, smiling up at you with that wide and goofy smile. “You’re so tall! When did you get so tall?”

You laugh, successfully tugging him up to his feet. “Come on, goofball. It’s time to go home.”

After several steps, Levi suddenly twists in your grip to look back at the stacks of garbage laid out on the tile in front of the closet. “But the cans…”

“That’s their problem.” His cute defeated pout almost makes you laugh. “Come on, I think it’s time for bed. You can try to tell me why you drank so much in the morning. If you remember.”

He lifts his head from your shoulder, his goofy smile making a reappearance. “I’m an environmental crusader!”

Now you have to laugh, struggling to hold the both of you up as you waddle out of the kitchen. “That you are,” you reply with a fond smile. It’s endearing to see this side of him, even if it’s brought about by a bit too much alcohol.

Suddenly Levi frowns, swaying hard against you and bringing your progress to a standstill in front of the frats dirty cup and bowl filled sink. Staring down at his splayed palms, Levi suddenly sound startlingly serious, “Can I at least wash my hands?”

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