Creative Writing: Insomnia
Insomnia
A/N: I don't ship EreRi, but this was surprisingly easy to write. And quite enjoyable. I hope you enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm now going to cry because I'm a piece of shit who doesn't know how to prioritise and is really, really stressed because of it.
. . .
For the fourth time in a row, Eren can't sleep.
Throwing the sheets away from his body, clammy and gross as shit, Eren scrubs his hands over his face and emits a groan of frustration. He (figuratively, of course. Saying it out loud would just be weird.) tells the persistent voice inside his head to fuck off—the one which tells him he should sleep because he has an exam in the morning, and he can't afford to fuck it up—
"Can't sleep again?" …show more content…
He rests his head on Levi's lap and gives him a goofy smile, and Levi tuts as he begins playing with Eren's hair. He occasionally scratches his nails lightly against Eren's scalp, emitting a satisfied groan from the younger of the two, and smiles—because he does do that, contrary to others' beliefs—when he sees Eren close his eyes. "Your fingers are magic."
"That's not the first time you've said that."
"And it sure as hell won't be the last," Eren throws back, a light blush blossoming across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. Levi strokes the side of his index finger against the blush and shakes his head when Eren nuzzles him, all content and relaxed. "Can I say something?"
"As long as it's not stupid, sure."
"I like you, a lot."
"Eren, we've been dating for nearly four years now."
Eren simply smiles, something stirring in his chest. "Okay. What if I told you that I love you?"
Despite the fact he's heard it many times before, Levi can't fend away the blush which creeps up his neck.
Damn it.
"I'd say you're an affectionate piece of shit when you're tired."
"You're so good to me. . ."
A laugh bubbles in Levi's throat, and he feels warm and satisfied and—
Levi decides, there and then, that Eren's going to be the death of him.
A/N: I don't ship EreRi, but this was surprisingly easy to write. And quite enjoyable. I hope you enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm now going to cry because I'm a piece of shit who doesn't know how to prioritise and is really, really stressed because of it.
. . .
For the fourth time in a row, Eren can't sleep.
Throwing the sheets away from his body, clammy and gross as shit, Eren scrubs his hands over his face and emits a groan of frustration. He (figuratively, of course. Saying it out loud would just be weird.) tells the persistent voice inside his head to fuck off—the one which tells him he should sleep because he has an exam in the morning, and he can't afford to fuck it up—
"Can't sleep again?" …show more content…
He rests his head on Levi's lap and gives him a goofy smile, and Levi tuts as he begins playing with Eren's hair. He occasionally scratches his nails lightly against Eren's scalp, emitting a satisfied groan from the younger of the two, and smiles—because he does do that, contrary to others' beliefs—when he sees Eren close his eyes. "Your fingers are magic."
"That's not the first time you've said that."
"And it sure as hell won't be the last," Eren throws back, a light blush blossoming across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. Levi strokes the side of his index finger against the blush and shakes his head when Eren nuzzles him, all content and relaxed. "Can I say something?"
"As long as it's not stupid, sure."
"I like you, a lot."
"Eren, we've been dating for nearly four years now."
Eren simply smiles, something stirring in his chest. "Okay. What if I told you that I love you?"
Despite the fact he's heard it many times before, Levi can't fend away the blush which creeps up his neck.
Damn it.
"I'd say you're an affectionate piece of shit when you're tired."
"You're so good to me. . ."
A laugh bubbles in Levi's throat, and he feels warm and satisfied and—
Levi decides, there and then, that Eren's going to be the death of him.