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"Why are you glaring at me?"

"I'm hoping you'll spontaneously combust."

Missed Calls

Ereri One-shot

Levi's keys jingled as he turned the lock to the front door of his and Eren's home. He balanced bags of groceries in one hand, and his briefcase in the other as he did so, and he tried not to drop anything in the process. The house was quiet when he closed the door; the television wasn't on, and Eren couldn't be heard anywhere within the small house, voice or otherwise.

Levi struggled his way into the kitchen where he dumped his bags on the table, so he could put the groceries away and start dinner for himself and his new husband. He moved about the kitchen swiftly, expecting Eren to be home soon, and still rather surprised that he wasn't home yet. He made two plates of chicken parmesan and set the table for two, then looked down at his watch. It was nearing seven, and still there was no sign of the younger husband, so Levi fished his phone from his back pocket and pressed dial on Eren's picture.

The phone rang four times and clicked over to voicemail. Surprised once again, Levi tried a second time with the same result. He decided to put their plates in the oven while he waited, and instead wait for Eren with a glass of his favorite red wine.

Half a bottle of wine and six phone calls later, and Levi was no longer just slightly irritated, but frustrated, angry, and worried half to death. He started to feel tipsy as he poured himself another glass of wine and his stomach growled. Ultimately, he decided to eat his own dinner without Eren and try to stave off his desire to reach for harder liquor.

As Levi lifted the last bite of chicken to his mouth, he heard the front door open then close with a click. Eren's footsteps came closer to the kitchen with every step, and Levi put his chicken down to reach for his wine glass. He sat back in his chair, glass in hand, and gave Eren a glare that could kill.

Eren didn't seem to notice at first, too preoccupied with something on his phone in his hand, the same phone Levi had tried to call many times that night. The sight made Levi's blood start to boil. Finally, Eren threw his bag down on the couch, pocketed his phone, and looked up, right at Levi. He smiled and disregarded Levi's glare for the moment, making the older even more pissed off.

"Hey, Levi!" He looked around the kitchen and sniffed the air. "Wow, it smells amazing in here. You must have made parmesan chicken! You saved some for me, right?" Eren didn't wait for an answer as he approached the warm oven to take his own portion from it and return to the table with a second wine glass as well. He sat across from Levi, poured a glass from Levi's bottle, and started to eat.

Levi still hadn't said anything to Eren but continued his heated glare and finished his last bite of chicken. His plate sat empty in front of him as he swirled his glass of wine. As Eren lifted his first bite to his mouth, he looked up at Levi across the table. He stopped in his tracks, only then noticing just how heated Levi's glare was, the glare aimed right at Eren himself. He put his fork back down on the table and gave Levi a confused look. "Why are you glaring at me?"

Levi took another sip of wine while he contemplated his answer. He looked Eren in the eyes as he responded, "I'm hoping you'll spontaneously combust."

Eren blinked rapidly a few times. "What?"

"Think about it for a minute, I'm sure you'll catch up." Levi finished off his wine and stood to take his dishes to the sink to wash them.

Eren, meanwhile, was at a total loss. He had no idea what Levi could be so angry about. The worst part of it was that he wouldn't tell Eren what was wrong no matter what he tried. Levi continued to ignore Eren throughout the night, even as they sat in the living room, watching their nightly television shows together, that Eren didn't even pay attention to, too worried about whatever had happened between him and Levi to make the older so angry with him.

Levi continued to not speak to Eren, even as they prepared for bed later in the evening. This time was normally a good time for them, when they would share kisses, quiet affection, and simple good night wishes. Or some nights lose themselves in the throes of passion. None of those things happened that night, and Levi missed it, but he also wanted Eren to realize his mistake, so he changed quickly and climbed into bed, facing away from Eren.

Eren was in tears at that point, still totally clueless to what he did wrong. He cried silently on his side of the bed, tears soaking into the pillow under him, and unable to sleep. He knew Levi wasn't asleep either, but he couldn't even take comfort in his determined and pissed off husband.

Finally, Eren took his phone from the night stand to check the time and noticed something he hadn't before: there were eight missed calls and twelve text messages from the man on the other side of the bed. They were all from earlier that evening when Eren wasn't at home yet. The first text was a simple 'where are you?' and they escalated from there into a more frantic, 'please just answer so I know you're alive. I'm really worried about you.', then to the pissed off, 'damn it, Eren, answer your damn phone!", and back to worried again.

At seeing the texts laid out in front of him, and the number of missed calls, Eren realized what it was that he had done. Levi had never been one to care about where Eren was or who he was with or if he would be home for dinner. He trusted Eren on the most primal level and didn't doubt him. So, the issue wasn't that Levi didn't know who he was with or what he was doing, but that Eren hadn't answered his calls to let him know he was alright. He had made Levi worry, and that, Eren knew, was one of his biggest fears: losing the people he loves, and especially not knowing he's lost them until it's too late.

Eren's silent tears turned into quiet sobs as he turned his phone off and placed it back on his night stand. The crying increased until he was having a full-blown mini panic attack over what he had put Levi through that afternoon. His body was wracked with every sob, and he tried to muffle the sound into his pillow, though it didn't do much. He felt Levi shift behind him and the light turned on, then the older turned Eren around to face him.

When they were situated facing each other, Levi pulled Eren into his arms to hold him close until he calmed down a bit. In the middle of it all, Eren tried to speak between sobs, "I'm *hic* so *hic* sorry. I'm so sorry *hic* Levi."

Levi shushed him and waited for Eren to calm down before responding. "Do you understand why I'm upset now?" Eren nodded into Levi's chest, and Levi continued, "Please just answer your phone. I was worried sick about you." He pulled Eren away from his chest to look him in the eyes. "I don't know what I would do if you hadn't walked through that door when you did. I love you so much, and I really don't want to lose you, Eren. For a minute there I thought I had."

"I know. I'm so, so sorry. I won't do it again. I hadn't even noticed you called because I wasn't paying attention. I was at Mikasa's fencing match, and I guess I didn't hear the phone ring. I'm so sorry."

"Eren, it's okay if you don't notice right away, but you were looking at your phone when you walked in the door, why didn't you see that I had called?"

Eren buried himself in Levi's chest again before he answered. "I did see that you had called, but I didn't know how many times. It just said missed call, and I saw that you had texted, too, but I didn't think to really look at them until now because I was already home. I figured you would just tell me face to face once I came in the door."

Levi stroked Eren's hair in a soothing manner and sighed, "let's just forget about this one. You're forgiven, okay? Just don't ever do that to me again."

Eren nodded and pulled away again. He shimmied up the bed a little way, so his head was even with Levi's and pecked his husband on the lips quickly. "Okay…" They laid there in silence for a few moments, just staring into each other's eyes until Eren let a wicked grin spread across his face. Levi raised an eyebrow at him. Eren let his nose brush Levi's as he answered the questioning look, "Is this where we cut out for the sexy stuff?"

Levi chuckled at Eren's choice of words and brought the younger's mouth to his own in a passionate kiss. They pulled away only millimeters and Levi mumbled, "if you mean passionate, intense, possibly angry, make-up sex, then yes. Absolutely."