Hello everyone. I’m currently sitting in a bus and will continue to do so for six more hours, so throw me a quick prompt and I’ll write a short Drabble for you ❤️
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
I’m currently looking for a short fic to write in honor of Levi’s birthday, but I’m all out of (short) ideas. My fics always get too damn long so I’m asking you to relay me a prompt for Levi’s birthday and I’m going to try my best and write it. (Please don’t hate me if I actuallly don’t make it — I’m from Germany and we celebrate Christmas on the 24th already) Just something that’ll be written quickly.
Thank you for your continued support! You guys are awesome and deserve the world ❤️
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
I’m so excited! This is the very first time someone has drawn something for a fanfic of mine <3 and so cute on top of it, it’s so perfect, I can’t hfhhshjjfjjs
You can’t just tell people to ‘get a VPN (Virtual Private Network)’. Buying a VPN is like buying a house. It’s very very important. Having no VPN or having a ‘wrong’ one can seriously damage your life. Especially for Americans because their privacy laws are garbage. I am going to try explain why you should get a VPN but bare with me, I am from Germany and my English is far from perfect.
Let’s start with a simple test.
Click this link here: https://whatismyipaddress.com/
It will tell your IP adres, your ISP (internet service provider), and your location. The location might not be very accurate, but then again, it’s just a simple website. Imagine what the government can do!
So basically, everyone can find out where you live. But there is more danger. Your ISP. Your ISP logs your every move online and they are required to keep it in case the government wants access to it (or if a 3rd party wants to buy your data (yikes). They have everything. What websites you visit. How long you stay on a website. What you download. Your search terms. European laws are more subtle on this but if you are from the US you are #@*#&, especially because Trump doesn’t support the open internet. It’s scary but maybe in the future you can’t get a job because the recruiter knows your searched on ‘how to deal with depression’ or anythings else that’s supposed to be private because it’s your f*cking right. Or you get a $100k fine because you pirated a movie 15 years ago. You need a VPN. You’re dumb for not using one. but what does a VPN do?
A VPN encrypts all your data so if it were be intercepted no one can ‘crack the code’ and damage your privacy.
Usually being online goes like this (simplified): Your computer —-> ISP (—–> keeps data —–> sells it)
But with a VPN it goes like: Your computer —–> VPN (encrypts data)—–> ISP (ISP can’t see shit)
Furthermore, a VPN hides your IP address and location by giving you another IP address located in Spain for example (you can often choose from a list and change as many times as you want).
Now that you know why you should get a VPN and what is does it is important to educate yourself because people often choose the wrong VPN. VPN providers are also businesses and have to obey the law. If you choose a VPN provider located in the US then you are throwing your money away because the laws in the US shits on your privacy. If the US gov wants the provider to give all their logs they have to obey. The ISP still can’t see what you are doing online and sell your data but the US gov can interfere with your VPN provider so NEVER CHOOSE A PROVIDER LOCATED IN THE US.
I just wanted to make that very clear so my followers don’t buy false security.
There is still more danger!
Who says your VPN provider isn’t selling your data? You need to check their logging policy. Do they keep logs? If yes, what for? For how long do they keep them? Tip: Choose a provider who doesn’t keep logs
More about law
The US is part of the Five Eyes program (the worst):
The Five Eyes, often abbreviated as FVEY, is an intelligence alliance comprising Australia, Canada, New Zealand, the United Kingdom and the United States. These countries are bound by the multilateral UKUSA Agreement, a treaty for joint cooperation in signals intelligence (source)
There is also a Nine Eyes (bit better) and Fourteen Eyes Program (better).
You don’t want a VPN provider who is located in one the Five Eyes countries.
If you had to choose go for a provider located in a country that’s part of the Fourteen Eyes Program or even better, go for a country that isn’t part of any program!
I know this is a shitty explanation and please pardon my english but now it’s time to do your own research. Take your privacy seriously. Maybe WWIII breaks out and you get killed for liking the ‘wrong’ FB-page.
Go to this website: https://thatoneprivacysite.net/simple-vpn-comparison-chart/
Make sure that your future VPN provider both has green boxes for Privacy Jurisdiction and Privacy Logging.
I recommend ovpn.se and trust.zone. ovpn is located in Sweden so they are part of the 14 Eyes Program and they keep minimal logs. Their business ethics, however, are alright.
Trustzone is located in the Seychelles. No country can interfere and their privacy jurisdiction is the best you can get. The US want your data but needs to get it from Trustzone? The Seychelles will simply give them the finger and wave them goodbye. However, this makes this provider very appealing for people who torrent and criminals because they keep no logs (and that is how it shoud be) Also, there are almost no marketing efforts so this provider is one the cheapest)
Also, often providers such as ExpressVPN are being called ‘The Best’ on websites about VPNs but know that this is just marketing which also makes those provider more expensive (and they too shit on your privacy)
This must be the worst article you have ever read but please, please take your privacy very seriously.
EDIT: I got many people asking me which provider I use. For those who want to know, I use Trust Zone. They offer a free 3-day trial with no strings attached. But still do your own research!
I am also with Trustzone but I think you forgot to explain one of it’s most important features. It protects you when you are using someone else’s Wi-Fi.
If you are at Starbucks and you use their Wi-Fi your privacy is at risk. Anyone with ill intentions could steal your information. Especially if you are using an unsecured Wi-Fi hotspot. With a VPN your data gets encrypted so no one can steal it.
Wait, what’s going, on? Did trump destroy internet privacy with a bill or something? Where’s the news? Oh wait, why am I getting visions of Alex Jones and selling water purifiers?
He hasn’t yet but he says he wants to. And if he is serious about it it would be really easy to do. Since all our data is already recorded, as the person above explained.
@elvesfromthedeep just brought the current situation in the US to my attention (March 30, 2017).
Sources
Anger as US internet privacy law scrapped
Congress just voted to let internet providers sell your browsing history
To all my friends in the US, please read this entire post. Making everyone aware of VPNs is going to be my mission. Your privacy matters. Please reblog this post.
Don’t tell me you just wanted to scroll past this. Stop looking at pictures of cats for a moment, okay? Don’t you realize how important this is? This is dangerous! ‘America, the best FREE country in the world’ my ass.
With this new law your ISP can sell your Internet history which could include passwords, usernames, religion, credit card numbers, race and much more to the highest bidder. So here is what I want you to do.
You are going to read the whole thing and before you think ’this is so important. Let me reblog this real quick and go back to admiring cats again-’ NO! Don’t reblog this. Take action first. Then reblog. Sign up for a free trial! Trust.Zone offers one (here). Yes. It might be difficult to set up a VPN for some people. But is that going to stop you from protecting yourself and your family? 30 minutes. 30 minutes is all that it takes. 5 if you know how to install software. The problem with some of you is that you see ‘difficult’ as something negative. I want you to see difficult differently. I need you to push through this stuff. You are going to protect yourself. There is nothing negative about that.
VPNs are fun and costsaving too! A VPN bypasses geographical restrictions so you can access websites you normally can’t or you could start Netflix’s one month free trial over and over again- forever. And it’s legal! (unless you use it to buy weapons etc.,)
Don’t tell yourself that you are too tired and that you will do this tomorrow. Because that isn’t going to happen and you know it. You have to do this right now. You only have to click on it. Don’t let this/shit/life just happen to you. Take yourself seriously. Get a VPN.
Privacy is not a privilege, it’s a fundamental human right
[10:22] Levi: Good. Sitting in class right now. You?
[10:24] Eren: suffring thru 1 of my dad’s lectures
{10:25] Levi: Fuck.
[10:26] Levi: I hope you’re alright.
[10:26] Levi: Anything I can do for you?
[10:27] Eren: u already have :)
[10:28] Eren: but maybe dinner tonight?
[10:34] Levi: Sure, when and where?
[10:35] Eren: i’m off work at 7
[10:36] Eren: small restaurant named Wall Rose?
[10:40] Levi: I like the Rose. Okay, I’ll meet you there at 7:30?
[10:41] Eren: awesome <3 i can’t wait
[10:51] Eren: hey Levi
[10:51] Eren: is it alright if i wear a dress?
[10:52] Levi: Wear whatever the fuck you want, brat, as long as you bring yourself.
[11:12] Levi: Eren? You okay?
[11:14] Eren: … i’m good. thx Levi. <3
[11:15] Levi: You’re welcome. Talk to you later.
[11:16] Eren: later
.0.0.0.0.0.0.0.
Eren slowly leaves the public toilet while clicking his purse shut. He pushes his work clothes deeper into the plastic bag in his right hand, then makes his way towards the Wall Rose. His heart is beating like mad in anticipation from the feelings Levi’s text induced within him. It still warms him to his core – and it made him bawl like a baby for ten minutes after he had received it.
Levi’s too good to be true. Just like a dream in which everything in his life works out for once. Every time he thinks about him, there is a flutter in his stomach and warmth spreads throughout his body. The sight of Levi’s smile alone would be enough to chase away the bitter aftertaste his father’s lecture left in his mouth.
God, Eren has it bad.
He yearns to hear Levi’s voice again, to tell him a joke and make him laugh – he wants to get Levi, his desires, his fears, his passion. And it scares the fuck out of him, as he has never quite felt like this before. If Armin could see him now, he would probably tease him, but his friend is away at Stanford.
Eren approaches the Wall Rose carefully, looks around if Levi is already there. He sees him sitting on the stone bench at the fountain, his phone in his hand. He’s making such a disgruntled face that Eren cannot help but chuckle as he approaches him. Levi is so obviously distracted by whoever writes him that he only notices Eren when the brunette talks to him.
“You look like you bit into a citrus.”
Levi almost jumps into the air in surprise. His phone slips from his hand. He barely catches it in time.
“Geez, Eren,” he admonishes. “You scared the fuck out of –” Any words he wanted to say get stuck in his throat at the sight of his date. It sends a shiver down Eren’s spine to see Levi speechless because of him.
He’s wearing one of his favorite dresses today. It is an A-line skirt dress in such a dark green that it is almost black. It reaches only down to Eren’s bare knees which are not covered by tights today. Instead, Levi gets an eyeful of smooth skin and long legs. They end in intricate dark brown sandals whose straps wind around Eren’s calves like snakes. The brown haired wig Eren wore during his performance sits snugly on his head again. The wavy brown hair softly cascades down his back. He smiles and blushes under so much scrutiny.
It takes Levi several minutes to find his voice again. “Fuck, you look amazing!” he says while he stands up, obviously flustered. It’s a look that Eren would like to see more often on his face. “I don’t … damn, I don’t know what else to say.”
“It’s alright,” Eren says, grinning like a fool. “You just made my day to be quite honest.”
“And you made mine,” Levi blurts without thinking. His cheeks color. Eren never wants this to end.
Levi stuffs his phone into his bag, then shoulders it. He holds out his arm to Eren like a gentleman. “Shall we, brat?”
Eren loops his arm around Levi’s and grins. “Lead the way.”
.0.0.0.0.0.0.
Wall Rose is a small restaurant built into the wall of a former military base called Trost Base. The base had been built some 200 years ago and is quite a tourist attraction, promising a lot of income to the small establishment. The owner is a guy named Keith Shadis, an ex-military commander that loves to shout orders at his kitchen crew. Under his rule, Wall Rose had been renovated to represent a US government facility as they’d existed before the Independence War all across the country. If not for the tables and chairs that are strewn about the place, it would look more like a museum than a restaurant.
Levi and Eren choose a table in a quiet corner that isn’t plagued by tourists like the rest of the place. A waiter comes by as they sit down to give them the menus, and soon they browse through them.
“Oh, nice,” Levi says suddenly, delighted. “They have Ceylon again.”
“Ceylon?” Eren looks at the name printed on the page. “Isn’t that a black tea brand?”
“Yes,” Levi answers. “It’s from Sri Lanka. Shadis usually bought it from a company specialized in importing it since they were giving him a discount. But two years ago or so the tea plantations in Sri Lanka had a drought and most of the plants died – so the value shot up and the prices skyrocketed. Shadis had to take it out of the menu.” He ends his rant suddenly. “Oh god, sorry. I don’t usually ramble like this.”
“I think it’s cute,” Eren says, fondness creeping into his voice. Levi had looked so alive while talking about something as mundane as his favorite tea brand that Eren could’ve watched him until the end of his days. It makes him smile. “You really like tea, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Levi’s cheeks color. “I’ve started drinking it as a kid.”
“You’re so passionate,” Eren grins. Making Levi blush is as easy as it is charming. “I wouldn’t mind trying it.”
“Sure,” Levi clears his throat. “What do you want to eat?”
Accepting this change of topic, Eren looks at the menu once more. “I think I’ll take the chicken pasta.”
“Neat. I’m gonna take the fish.”
They make small talk until the waiter comes back to take their order. He brings their tea not soon after alongside a basket of bread slices with garlic cream on the side.The first sip Levi takes makes him moan.
“God, I love that taste.”
“I bet,” Eren says, trying to get his hormones under control. It’s not really a common courtesy to spot a hard-on during the first date. The things Levi does to him with a mere noise, though, are just–
“Aren’t you going to try yours, brat?”
“Er–” Eren is at a loss for words. “Sure.”
He tries the tea and finds it a tad too bitter for his liking, then adds sugar to Levi’s obvious snort. It is quite delicious afterward.
They enjoy their tea in sweet silence until the meal arrives. Levi’s fish is still steaming from the grill, whereas Eren’s pasta smells so delicious that he can literally feel his mouth water. He starts eating with gusto and almost moans himself as the flavors explode in his mouth. Soon enough, Levi is following his example.
“I love the food here,” Eren says after he’d swallowed his first bite. “It reminds me of my mom’s cooking.”
“Was she a good cook?” Levi asks.
“Yeah, the best,” Eren’s spirit seems down for a moment, then he smiles wistfully. “She thought me a few things. If you want, I could cook for you some time?”
“I’d love to have you cook for me,” Levi admits. “I can’t cook for shit.”
“Really? Do you set a kitchen aflame just by walking into it?”
“It’s not that bad yet, brat.” Levi smiles into his tea, Eren can see it through the wrinkles around his eyes. It fairly suits him. “I can do scrambled eggs.”
“Everyone can do scrambled eggs.”
“You make it sound as if I need a degree to work in a kitchen.”
“Not a degree – more experience, and a helping tutor of course.”
“Well, what are we waiting for?” Levi shoves a forkful of white fish meat into his mouth. “I have a tutor sitting right here if he’s willing.”
“I always am,” Eren says in a sultry tone. It made Levi chuckle.
“Not bad, brat, not bad.”
They return to their meals after the banter, as they don’t want the fish and the pasta to go cold. It tastes delicious, and Eren savors every last bite. When they finish their dishes and only their barely filled teacups remain, Eren tackles the question that he’d been thinking about for hours.
“Say, Levi,” he started. A glance at the black haired man tells him that he has his attention. “Say – how would you like to go to a movie with me?”
“Sure,” comes the answer, fast as a shot from a pistol. “When and where?”
“Actually,” Eren’s hands become sweaty. He grips the fabric of his dress tightly. “I thought about – maybe right now?”
“Oh.” Levi looks at his watch. It’s barely nine. The evening is still young and fresh. “Ok.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really,” Levi chuckles while Eren sighs in relief. “You don’t want to go home yet, do you?”
Eren’s silence is answering enough. He feels Levi’s arm slide around his shoulder, then the smaller man is sitting right next to him.
“I’m sorry,” Levi says quietly. The honesty in his voice makes Eren tremble. “I understand where you’re coming from. Having your parents yell at you for reasons that you can’t change without denying your true self seems to be going around.”
Eren laughs. “You make it sound like a sickness.”
“Perhaps it is,” Levi tightens his grip. “You’re wonderful and talented, and if your Dad can’t realize that, then it is his loss.” He sounds so sure as if he had done this before. His parents must’ve been assholes, too. “No one should be afraid to go home.”
“I – Levi –” Eren doesn’t know what to say. The mere thought that Levi might understand what he feels like is too much. How can it be that someone like Eren got to meet such a good guy who would get him and not mock him for the problems he has. Levi must be an angel, sent from Heaven to brighten Eren’s life. He can’t explain it otherwise.
Before he can stop himself, he has shortened the distance between them and presses his lips against Levi’s unresponsive ones. Levi is surprised by the kiss – his eyes widen and he goes rigid as a board, but when Eren tries to end it as quickly as it began, he grabs at his head and pulls him closer still before he opens Eren’s lips with his tongue.
Eren’s eyes slide shut. His hands roam about Levi’s body for a second, before they settle at the shorter man’s waist. Eren can feel the softness of Levi’s shirt below his fingers, as well as the hardening body beneath it. Their tongues start a desperate battle. All blood leaves Eren’s head to rush south.
They are interrupted by someone clearing their throat near them and jerk apart. While Eren turns cherry red, Levi levels a glare at the person interrupting them, who happens to be the waiter that attended to them all night. The man visibly shrinks in on himself and then ask in a timid voice if he can bring them anything else.
“No,” Levi says a tad sharper than intended and crosses his arms over his chest. He is not at all pleased by this sudden interruption, but he doesn’t want to have a fall out with one of his favorite restaurants, either. He, therefore, opts for polite neutrality. “We’d like the bill, please.”
The waiter nods sharply before he basically runs off. Still blushing, Eren can’t help but chuckle at his haste. He gently covers one of Levi’s hands with his own and watches the other visibly relax. “You handled that well.”
“Yeah,” Levi responds, then levels a warm gaze at Eren. It makes the brunette shiver despite the warmth in the restaurant. “I was tempted to chew him out, but I happen to like meals here.”
“They are really delicious, aren’t they?” Eren hums. He takes one of the tablecloths and folds it into a square, needs to occupy his hands or else he’s gonna jump Levi right then and there. He can still taste him on his lips.
Luckily for him, the waiter comes within another minute. Levi pays, doesn’t even accept when Eren tries to intervene – “We could at least share it, Levi.” - “No, this one’s on me. You can pay for the movie if you want to lose money so badly.” - “… Fine.” – and they leave the place naught five minutes afterward.
A gentle breeze greets them. Eren can feel it caress his bare legs as well as the long strands of his wig, relishes in the feeling of breathing in fresh air. He stretches a little and sees Levi watching him out of the corner of his eye. When Eren turns his head, Levi averts his eyes. A blush colors his beautiful pale face.
“Everything alright?” Eren asks teasingly, a grin on his face. At this rate, it will become a permanent fixture on his face, he’s sure of that.
“I just thought – nevermind.”
“Oh, come on,” Eren bugs. “Tell me? What did you think?”
Levi turns even redder, then clears his throat. “… I thought about how much I wanted to kiss your neck right now.”
“Oh.” Now it is Eren’s time to blush. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” he blurts out before he can even think about it.
Levi laughs. “Of course you wouldn’t.” He shakes his head for a moment, then looks at his phone. “We should probably get going to the cinema, though. To catch your movie.”
The sudden change in topic throws Eren off-guard for a moment, but then a smile graces his face. There are a lot of things two people can do in a darkened movie theater, after all. “Alright,” he purrs, grabs for Levi’s hand and drags him along. “Let’s hurry then!”
.0.0.0.0.0.0.
They end up expulsed from the cinema for ‘steamy behavior’ halfway through the movie. Eren almost keels over while they leave since he’s laughing his ass off, and even Levi finds the situation weirdly amusing. Once outside, however, the brunette continues where they left off. He urges Levi against the wall next to the exit, takes the other one’s hand and guides it back to where it had slipped under his dress before a security guard asked them to ‘leave’. He finds Levi’s lips once more and moans into his mouth when Levi squeezes his thigh.
“Don’t stop,” he mumbles against Levi’s lips when they break apart for air, then surges back into the kiss. Levi’s hand is warm as it trails up and down Eren’s leg, and he can’t help growing hard as fast as he does. His leg bends on its own accord and wraps itself around Levi’s waist, drags the other even closer than before.
“I don’t intend to,” Levi groans. “You taste so good, Eren.”
Warmth spreads through Eren’s being, and before he can help it his lips are on Levi’s again. One of his hands finds its way into Levi’s hair, nails scraping over the short strands of the other’s undercut, while the second goes to Levi’s own on his thigh. He breaks the kiss and guides it to his crotch. “Look what you do to me,” he whispers.
The reaction is not as anticipated.
Levi tenses the moment he touches Eren’s groin. Grey eyes widen, then dart from Eren’s middle to his face and back. The brunette reads fear within that gaze and slowly uncurls the leg he had partially wrapped around the other.
“Levi?” he asks carefully. Gently. “Is everything alright?”
“I –,” Levi breaks off, suddenly pale, then licks his lips. “I – you – Eren you have a dick.”
“Er–” At first, Eren doesn’t understand. Yes, he has a dick, he’s a guy after – oh. Oh. Of course. His grip on Levi’s hand loosens with sudden realization. “Oh, Levi. I’m sorry.”
Levi shakes his head. He looks oddly vulnerable. “It’s okay,” he says. “I should’ve known. Of course you have a dick. You’re a guy.” And I’m not, goes unsaid, but Eren hears it in the defeated tone of Levi’s voice. He wants to assure him that everything will be okay one day, that he will have a dick at one point in his life. But he doesn’t find the words. Instead, he wraps his arm around the shorter male in a gentle embrace as his arousal bleeds into concern and something else. Something he doesn’t want to acknowledge just yet.
“I won’t like you any less if you tell me that it is, in fact, not okay,” he says quietly. Levi breathes harshly. “I can only try to understand what you feel right now, and I will probably never get it completely, but just know that I care about you and your well-being. If you need time, just tell me.” Another harsh breath that sounds suspiciously like a sob has Eren press Levi’s body even closer. Slowly but surely, Levi hugs him back.
“I’m sorry,” the shorter man mumbles in a voice full of unshed tears. “I didn’t know it would affect me like that but … when I held your … it is hard to explain–”
“Shh, it’s alright. You don’t owe me an explanation.”
“I know,” Levi says. He lifts his head and locks his gaze with Eren. “But I want to give you one.”
“Okay,” Eren only manages, then waits patiently for Levi to find words. He rests his arms on Levi’s shoulders and interlaces his hands behind the shorter man’s neck. Levi’s right hand finds Eren’s forearm and squeezes it in silent thanks.
“… I’m jealous,” Levi finally blurts out. “You were born with a dick and you’ve never had to struggle with what I’m going through and … shit, this is hard –,” Levi swallows harshly. He looks away before he continues, “for a long time, my life was shit, you know? Before I realized that I had been born in the wrong body, I always wondered what was wrong with me. Nothing felt … right. I rarely smiled because I always felt …weird. I can’t really explain it, but – I … I thought about killing myself for the first time when I was eight. Everyone was expecting me to behave in a certain way, and if I didn’t they were so disappointed in me. They called me names … and they … they ” He breaks off, clears his throat. “I’m sorry. I feel so guilty for being jealous of you.”
“You don’t have to. Feel guilty, that is.” Eren places a gentle kiss on Levi’s forehead. It makes Levi look at him again. “And thank you.”
“For what?”
“For sharing that with me,” Eren answers. “I know it must’ve been hard to admit the truth. Not only to me, but to yourself as well.”
Levi looks at him oddly, then– “How can you be real?”
“Excuse me?”
“How can you be actually, properly real?” Levi pinches his cheek. The color has returned to his face and he looks a lot more like himself. “I swear, half the time today I thought I was dreaming.”
“… I take that as a compliment,” Eren grins cheekily.
“You better. I don’t often compliment people, brat.” Thank fuck, Levi has returned to normal. On a sudden impulse, Eren places a wet kiss on Levi’s cheek which has the shorter man immediately recoil from him. “Fuck, now I have drool all over my face!”
Eren just laughs.
“That isn’t funny,” Levi chides but doesn’t wipe the wetness away yet. Instead, he takes Eren’s hands in his and looks at him with sudden profoundness. “Thank you, Eren. For listening. I didn’t know I needed that.”
“Anytime,” Eren responds honestly. “And just for the record, we can take it slow. You don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
“The same goes to you,” Levi places a chaste kiss on Eren’s lips before he interlaces his right with Eren’s left. “Since we couldn’t finish the movie, let’s walk around until you feel comfortable enough to go home.”
And there it is again, that warm feeling that spreads through him whenever he is in Levi’s presence. Eren takes a deep breath and smiles. Together, they walk into the night.
No no, thank you. This was just—amazing to read. I haven’t read anything so sweet and heart warming than this. You’re an incredible writer and I can’t wait to read more of your works! T^T
[10:22] Levi: Good. Sitting in class right now. You?
[10:24] Eren: suffring thru 1 of my dad’s lectures
{10:25] Levi: Fuck.
[10:26] Levi: I hope you’re alright.
[10:26] Levi: Anything I can do for you?
[10:27] Eren: u already have :)
[10:28] Eren: but maybe dinner tonight?
[10:34] Levi: Sure, when and where?
[10:35] Eren: i’m off work at 7
[10:36] Eren: small restaurant named Wall Rose?
[10:40] Levi: I like the Rose. Okay, I’ll meet you there at 7:30?
[10:41] Eren: awesome <3 i can’t wait
[10:51] Eren: hey Levi
[10:51] Eren: is it alright if i wear a dress?
[10:52] Levi: Wear whatever the fuck you want, brat, as long as you bring yourself.
[11:12] Levi: Eren? You okay?
[11:14] Eren: … i’m good. thx Levi. <3
[11:15] Levi: You’re welcome. Talk to you later.
[11:16] Eren: later
.0.0.0.0.0.0.0.
Eren slowly leaves the public toilet while clicking his purse shut. He pushes his work clothes deeper into the plastic bag in his right hand, then makes his way towards the Wall Rose. His heart is beating like mad in anticipation from the feelings Levi’s text induced within him. It still warms him to his core – and it made him bawl like a baby for ten minutes after he had received it.
Levi’s too good to be true. Just like a dream in which everything in his life works out for once. Every time he thinks about him, there is a flutter in his stomach and warmth spreads throughout his body. The sight of Levi’s smile alone would be enough to chase away the bitter aftertaste his father’s lecture left in his mouth.
God, Eren has it bad.
He yearns to hear Levi’s voice again, to tell him a joke and make him laugh – he wants to get Levi, his desires, his fears, his passion. And it scares the fuck out of him, as he has never quite felt like this before. If Armin could see him now, he would probably tease him, but his friend is away at Stanford.
Eren approaches the Wall Rose carefully, looks around if Levi is already there. He sees him sitting on the stone bench at the fountain, his phone in his hand. He’s making such a disgruntled face that Eren cannot help but chuckle as he approaches him. Levi is so obviously distracted by whoever writes him that he only notices Eren when the brunette talks to him.
“You look like you bit into a citrus.”
Levi almost jumps into the air in surprise. His phone slips from his hand. He barely catches it in time.
“Geez, Eren,” he admonishes. “You scared the fuck out of –” Any words he wanted to say get stuck in his throat at the sight of his date. It sends a shiver down Eren’s spine to see Levi speechless because of him.
He’s wearing one of his favorite dresses today. It is an A-line skirt dress in such a dark green that it is almost black. It reaches only down to Eren’s bare knees which are not covered by tights today. Instead, Levi gets an eyeful of smooth skin and long legs. They end in intricate dark brown sandals whose straps wind around Eren’s calves like snakes. The brown haired wig Eren wore during his performance sits snugly on his head again. The wavy brown hair softly cascades down his back. He smiles and blushes under so much scrutiny.
It takes Levi several minutes to find his voice again. “Fuck, you look amazing!” he says while he stands up, obviously flustered. It’s a look that Eren would like to see more often on his face. “I don’t … damn, I don’t know what else to say.”
“It’s alright,” Eren says, grinning like a fool. “You just made my day to be quite honest.”
“And you made mine,” Levi blurts without thinking. His cheeks color. Eren never wants this to end.
Levi stuffs his phone into his bag, then shoulders it. He holds out his arm to Eren like a gentleman. “Shall we, brat?”
Eren loops his arm around Levi’s and grins. “Lead the way.”
.0.0.0.0.0.0.
Wall Rose is a small restaurant built into the wall of a former military base called Trost Base. The base had been built some 200 years ago and is quite a tourist attraction, promising a lot of income to the small establishment. The owner is a guy named Keith Shadis, an ex-military commander that loves to shout orders at his kitchen crew. Under his rule, Wall Rose had been renovated to represent a US government facility as they’d existed before the Independence War all across the country. If not for the tables and chairs that are strewn about the place, it would look more like a museum than a restaurant.
Levi and Eren choose a table in a quiet corner that isn’t plagued by tourists like the rest of the place. A waiter comes by as they sit down to give them the menus, and soon they browse through them.
“Oh, nice,” Levi says suddenly, delighted. “They have Ceylon again.”
“Ceylon?” Eren looks at the name printed on the page. “Isn’t that a black tea brand?”
“Yes,” Levi answers. “It’s from Sri Lanka. Shadis usually bought it from a company specialized in importing it since they were giving him a discount. But two years ago or so the tea plantations in Sri Lanka had a drought and most of the plants died – so the value shot up and the prices skyrocketed. Shadis had to take it out of the menu.” He ends his rant suddenly. “Oh god, sorry. I don’t usually ramble like this.”
“I think it’s cute,” Eren says, fondness creeping into his voice. Levi had looked so alive while talking about something as mundane as his favorite tea brand that Eren could’ve watched him until the end of his days. It makes him smile. “You really like tea, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Levi’s cheeks color. “I’ve started drinking it as a kid.”
“You’re so passionate,” Eren grins. Making Levi blush is as easy as it is charming. “I wouldn’t mind trying it.”
“Sure,” Levi clears his throat. “What do you want to eat?”
Accepting this change of topic, Eren looks at the menu once more. “I think I’ll take the chicken pasta.”
“Neat. I’m gonna take the fish.”
They make small talk until the waiter comes back to take their order. He brings their tea not soon after alongside a basket of bread slices with garlic cream on the side.The first sip Levi takes makes him moan.
“God, I love that taste.”
“I bet,” Eren says, trying to get his hormones under control. It’s not really a common courtesy to spot a hard-on during the first date. The things Levi does to him with a mere noise, though, are just–
“Aren’t you going to try yours, brat?”
“Er–” Eren is at a loss for words. “Sure.”
He tries the tea and finds it a tad too bitter for his liking, then adds sugar to Levi’s obvious snort. It is quite delicious afterward.
They enjoy their tea in sweet silence until the meal arrives. Levi’s fish is still steaming from the grill, whereas Eren’s pasta smells so delicious that he can literally feel his mouth water. He starts eating with gusto and almost moans himself as the flavors explode in his mouth. Soon enough, Levi is following his example.
“I love the food here,” Eren says after he’d swallowed his first bite. “It reminds me of my mom’s cooking.”
“Was she a good cook?” Levi asks.
“Yeah, the best,” Eren’s spirit seems down for a moment, then he smiles wistfully. “She thought me a few things. If you want, I could cook for you some time?”
“I’d love to have you cook for me,” Levi admits. “I can’t cook for shit.”
“Really? Do you set a kitchen aflame just by walking into it?”
“It’s not that bad yet, brat.” Levi smiles into his tea, Eren can see it through the wrinkles around his eyes. It fairly suits him. “I can do scrambled eggs.”
“Everyone can do scrambled eggs.”
“You make it sound as if I need a degree to work in a kitchen.”
“Not a degree – more experience, and a helping tutor of course.”
“Well, what are we waiting for?” Levi shoves a forkful of white fish meat into his mouth. “I have a tutor sitting right here if he’s willing.”
“I always am,” Eren says in a sultry tone. It made Levi chuckle.
“Not bad, brat, not bad.”
They return to their meals after the banter, as they don’t want the fish and the pasta to go cold. It tastes delicious, and Eren savors every last bite. When they finish their dishes and only their barely filled teacups remain, Eren tackles the question that he’d been thinking about for hours.
“Say, Levi,” he started. A glance at the black haired man tells him that he has his attention. “Say – how would you like to go to a movie with me?”
“Sure,” comes the answer, fast as a shot from a pistol. “When and where?”
“Actually,” Eren’s hands become sweaty. He grips the fabric of his dress tightly. “I thought about – maybe right now?”
“Oh.” Levi looks at his watch. It’s barely nine. The evening is still young and fresh. “Ok.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really,” Levi chuckles while Eren sighs in relief. “You don’t want to go home yet, do you?”
Eren’s silence is answering enough. He feels Levi’s arm slide around his shoulder, then the smaller man is sitting right next to him.
“I’m sorry,” Levi says quietly. The honesty in his voice makes Eren tremble. “I understand where you’re coming from. Having your parents yell at you for reasons that you can’t change without denying your true self seems to be going around.”
Eren laughs. “You make it sound like a sickness.”
“Perhaps it is,” Levi tightens his grip. “You’re wonderful and talented, and if your Dad can’t realize that, then it is his loss.” He sounds so sure as if he had done this before. His parents must’ve been assholes, too. “No one should be afraid to go home.”
“I – Levi –” Eren doesn’t know what to say. The mere thought that Levi might understand what he feels like is too much. How can it be that someone like Eren got to meet such a good guy who would get him and not mock him for the problems he has. Levi must be an angel, sent from Heaven to brighten Eren’s life. He can’t explain it otherwise.
Before he can stop himself, he has shortened the distance between them and presses his lips against Levi’s unresponsive ones. Levi is surprised by the kiss – his eyes widen and he goes rigid as a board, but when Eren tries to end it as quickly as it began, he grabs at his head and pulls him closer still before he opens Eren’s lips with his tongue.
Eren’s eyes slide shut. His hands roam about Levi’s body for a second, before they settle at the shorter man’s waist. Eren can feel the softness of Levi’s shirt below his fingers, as well as the hardening body beneath it. Their tongues start a desperate battle. All blood leaves Eren’s head to rush south.
They are interrupted by someone clearing their throat near them and jerk apart. While Eren turns cherry red, Levi levels a glare at the person interrupting them, who happens to be the waiter that attended to them all night. The man visibly shrinks in on himself and then ask in a timid voice if he can bring them anything else.
“No,” Levi says a tad sharper than intended and crosses his arms over his chest. He is not at all pleased by this sudden interruption, but he doesn’t want to have a fall out with one of his favorite restaurants, either. He, therefore, opts for polite neutrality. “We’d like the bill, please.”
The waiter nods sharply before he basically runs off. Still blushing, Eren can’t help but chuckle at his haste. He gently covers one of Levi’s hands with his own and watches the other visibly relax. “You handled that well.”
“Yeah,” Levi responds, then levels a warm gaze at Eren. It makes the brunette shiver despite the warmth in the restaurant. “I was tempted to chew him out, but I happen to like meals here.”
“They are really delicious, aren’t they?” Eren hums. He takes one of the tablecloths and folds it into a square, needs to occupy his hands or else he’s gonna jump Levi right then and there. He can still taste him on his lips.
Luckily for him, the waiter comes within another minute. Levi pays, doesn’t even accept when Eren tries to intervene – “We could at least share it, Levi.” - “No, this one’s on me. You can pay for the movie if you want to lose money so badly.” - “… Fine.” – and they leave the place naught five minutes afterward.
A gentle breeze greets them. Eren can feel it caress his bare legs as well as the long strands of his wig, relishes in the feeling of breathing in fresh air. He stretches a little and sees Levi watching him out of the corner of his eye. When Eren turns his head, Levi averts his eyes. A blush colors his beautiful pale face.
“Everything alright?” Eren asks teasingly, a grin on his face. At this rate, it will become a permanent fixture on his face, he’s sure of that.
“I just thought – nevermind.”
“Oh, come on,” Eren bugs. “Tell me? What did you think?”
Levi turns even redder, then clears his throat. “… I thought about how much I wanted to kiss your neck right now.”
“Oh.” Now it is Eren’s time to blush. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” he blurts out before he can even think about it.
Levi laughs. “Of course you wouldn’t.” He shakes his head for a moment, then looks at his phone. “We should probably get going to the cinema, though. To catch your movie.”
The sudden change in topic throws Eren off-guard for a moment, but then a smile graces his face. There are a lot of things two people can do in a darkened movie theater, after all. “Alright,” he purrs, grabs for Levi’s hand and drags him along. “Let’s hurry then!”
.0.0.0.0.0.0.
They end up expulsed from the cinema for ‘steamy behavior’ halfway through the movie. Eren almost keels over while they leave since he’s laughing his ass off, and even Levi finds the situation weirdly amusing. Once outside, however, the brunette continues where they left off. He urges Levi against the wall next to the exit, takes the other one’s hand and guides it back to where it had slipped under his dress before a security guard asked them to ‘leave’. He finds Levi’s lips once more and moans into his mouth when Levi squeezes his thigh.
“Don’t stop,” he mumbles against Levi’s lips when they break apart for air, then surges back into the kiss. Levi’s hand is warm as it trails up and down Eren’s leg, and he can’t help growing hard as fast as he does. His leg bends on its own accord and wraps itself around Levi’s waist, drags the other even closer than before.
“I don’t intend to,” Levi groans. “You taste so good, Eren.”
Warmth spreads through Eren’s being, and before he can help it his lips are on Levi’s again. One of his hands finds its way into Levi’s hair, nails scraping over the short strands of the other’s undercut, while the second goes to Levi’s own on his thigh. He breaks the kiss and guides it to his crotch. “Look what you do to me,” he whispers.
The reaction is not as anticipated.
Levi tenses the moment he touches Eren’s groin. Grey eyes widen, then dart from Eren’s middle to his face and back. The brunette reads fear within that gaze and slowly uncurls the leg he had partially wrapped around the other.
“Levi?” he asks carefully. Gently. “Is everything alright?”
“I –,” Levi breaks off, suddenly pale, then licks his lips. “I – you – Eren you have a dick.”
“Er–” At first, Eren doesn’t understand. Yes, he has a dick, he’s a guy after – oh. Oh. Of course. His grip on Levi’s hand loosens with sudden realization. “Oh, Levi. I’m sorry.”
Levi shakes his head. He looks oddly vulnerable. “It’s okay,” he says. “I should’ve known. Of course you have a dick. You’re a guy.” And I’m not, goes unsaid, but Eren hears it in the defeated tone of Levi’s voice. He wants to assure him that everything will be okay one day, that he will have a dick at one point in his life. But he doesn’t find the words. Instead, he wraps his arm around the shorter male in a gentle embrace as his arousal bleeds into concern and something else. Something he doesn’t want to acknowledge just yet.
“I won’t like you any less if you tell me that it is, in fact, not okay,” he says quietly. Levi breathes harshly. “I can only try to understand what you feel right now, and I will probably never get it completely, but just know that I care about you and your well-being. If you need time, just tell me.” Another harsh breath that sounds suspiciously like a sob has Eren press Levi’s body even closer. Slowly but surely, Levi hugs him back.
“I’m sorry,” the shorter man mumbles in a voice full of unshed tears. “I didn’t know it would affect me like that but … when I held your … it is hard to explain–”
“Shh, it’s alright. You don’t owe me an explanation.”
“I know,” Levi says. He lifts his head and locks his gaze with Eren. “But I want to give you one.”
“Okay,” Eren only manages, then waits patiently for Levi to find words. He rests his arms on Levi’s shoulders and interlaces his hands behind the shorter man’s neck. Levi’s right hand finds Eren’s forearm and squeezes it in silent thanks.
“… I’m jealous,” Levi finally blurts out. “You were born with a dick and you’ve never had to struggle with what I’m going through and … shit, this is hard –,” Levi swallows harshly. He looks away before he continues, “for a long time, my life was shit, you know? Before I realized that I had been born in the wrong body, I always wondered what was wrong with me. Nothing felt … right. I rarely smiled because I always felt …weird. I can’t really explain it, but – I … I thought about killing myself for the first time when I was eight. Everyone was expecting me to behave in a certain way, and if I didn’t they were so disappointed in me. They called me names … and they … they ” He breaks off, clears his throat. “I’m sorry. I feel so guilty for being jealous of you.”
“You don’t have to. Feel guilty, that is.” Eren places a gentle kiss on Levi’s forehead. It makes Levi look at him again. “And thank you.”
“For what?”
“For sharing that with me,” Eren answers. “I know it must’ve been hard to admit the truth. Not only to me, but to yourself as well.”
Levi looks at him oddly, then– “How can you be real?”
“Excuse me?”
“How can you be actually, properly real?” Levi pinches his cheek. The color has returned to his face and he looks a lot more like himself. “I swear, half the time today I thought I was dreaming.”
“… I take that as a compliment,” Eren grins cheekily.
“You better. I don’t often compliment people, brat.” Thank fuck, Levi has returned to normal. On a sudden impulse, Eren places a wet kiss on Levi’s cheek which has the shorter man immediately recoil from him. “Fuck, now I have drool all over my face!”
Eren just laughs.
“That isn’t funny,” Levi chides but doesn’t wipe the wetness away yet. Instead, he takes Eren’s hands in his and looks at him with sudden profoundness. “Thank you, Eren. For listening. I didn’t know I needed that.”
“Anytime,” Eren responds honestly. “And just for the record, we can take it slow. You don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
“The same goes to you,” Levi places a chaste kiss on Eren’s lips before he interlaces his right with Eren’s left. “Since we couldn’t finish the movie, let’s walk around until you feel comfortable enough to go home.”
And there it is again, that warm feeling that spreads through him whenever he is in Levi’s presence. Eren takes a deep breath and smiles. Together, they walk into the night.
No no, thank you. This was just—amazing to read. I haven’t read anything so sweet and heart warming than this. You’re an incredible writer and I can’t wait to read more of your works! T^T
[10:22] Levi: Good. Sitting in class right now. You?
[10:24] Eren: suffring thru 1 of my dad’s lectures
{10:25] Levi: Fuck.
[10:26] Levi: I hope you’re alright.
[10:26] Levi: Anything I can do for you?
[10:27] Eren: u already have :)
[10:28] Eren: but maybe dinner tonight?
[10:34] Levi: Sure, when and where?
[10:35] Eren: i’m off work at 7
[10:36] Eren: small restaurant named Wall Rose?
[10:40] Levi: I like the Rose. Okay, I’ll meet you there at 7:30?
[10:41] Eren: awesome <3 i can’t wait
[10:51] Eren: hey Levi
[10:51] Eren: is it alright if i wear a dress?
[10:52] Levi: Wear whatever the fuck you want, brat, as long as you bring yourself.
[11:12] Levi: Eren? You okay?
[11:14] Eren: … i’m good. thx Levi. <3
[11:15] Levi: You’re welcome. Talk to you later.
[11:16] Eren: later
.0.0.0.0.0.0.0.
Eren slowly leaves the public toilet while clicking his purse shut. He pushes his work clothes deeper into the plastic bag in his right hand, then makes his way towards the Wall Rose. His heart is beating like mad in anticipation from the feelings Levi’s text induced within him. It still warms him to his core – and it made him bawl like a baby for ten minutes after he had received it.
Levi’s too good to be true. Just like a dream in which everything in his life works out for once. Every time he thinks about him, there is a flutter in his stomach and warmth spreads throughout his body. The sight of Levi’s smile alone would be enough to chase away the bitter aftertaste his father’s lecture left in his mouth.
God, Eren has it bad.
He yearns to hear Levi’s voice again, to tell him a joke and make him laugh – he wants to get Levi, his desires, his fears, his passion. And it scares the fuck out of him, as he has never quite felt like this before. If Armin could see him now, he would probably tease him, but his friend is away at Stanford.
Eren approaches the Wall Rose carefully, looks around if Levi is already there. He sees him sitting on the stone bench at the fountain, his phone in his hand. He’s making such a disgruntled face that Eren cannot help but chuckle as he approaches him. Levi is so obviously distracted by whoever writes him that he only notices Eren when the brunette talks to him.
“You look like you bit into a citrus.”
Levi almost jumps into the air in surprise. His phone slips from his hand. He barely catches it in time.
“Geez, Eren,” he admonishes. “You scared the fuck out of –” Any words he wanted to say get stuck in his throat at the sight of his date. It sends a shiver down Eren’s spine to see Levi speechless because of him.
He’s wearing one of his favorite dresses today. It is an A-line skirt dress in such a dark green that it is almost black. It reaches only down to Eren’s bare knees which are not covered by tights today. Instead, Levi gets an eyeful of smooth skin and long legs. They end in intricate dark brown sandals whose straps wind around Eren’s calves like snakes. The brown haired wig Eren wore during his performance sits snugly on his head again. The wavy brown hair softly cascades down his back. He smiles and blushes under so much scrutiny.
It takes Levi several minutes to find his voice again. “Fuck, you look amazing!” he says while he stands up, obviously flustered. It’s a look that Eren would like to see more often on his face. “I don’t … damn, I don’t know what else to say.”
“It’s alright,” Eren says, grinning like a fool. “You just made my day to be quite honest.”
“And you made mine,” Levi blurts without thinking. His cheeks color. Eren never wants this to end.
Levi stuffs his phone into his bag, then shoulders it. He holds out his arm to Eren like a gentleman. “Shall we, brat?”
Eren loops his arm around Levi’s and grins. “Lead the way.”
.0.0.0.0.0.0.
Wall Rose is a small restaurant built into the wall of a former military base called Trost Base. The base had been built some 200 years ago and is quite a tourist attraction, promising a lot of income to the small establishment. The owner is a guy named Keith Shadis, an ex-military commander that loves to shout orders at his kitchen crew. Under his rule, Wall Rose had been renovated to represent a US government facility as they’d existed before the Independence War all across the country. If not for the tables and chairs that are strewn about the place, it would look more like a museum than a restaurant.
Levi and Eren choose a table in a quiet corner that isn’t plagued by tourists like the rest of the place. A waiter comes by as they sit down to give them the menus, and soon they browse through them.
“Oh, nice,” Levi says suddenly, delighted. “They have Ceylon again.”
“Ceylon?” Eren looks at the name printed on the page. “Isn’t that a black tea brand?”
“Yes,” Levi answers. “It’s from Sri Lanka. Shadis usually bought it from a company specialized in importing it since they were giving him a discount. But two years ago or so the tea plantations in Sri Lanka had a drought and most of the plants died – so the value shot up and the prices skyrocketed. Shadis had to take it out of the menu.” He ends his rant suddenly. “Oh god, sorry. I don’t usually ramble like this.”
“I think it’s cute,” Eren says, fondness creeping into his voice. Levi had looked so alive while talking about something as mundane as his favorite tea brand that Eren could’ve watched him until the end of his days. It makes him smile. “You really like tea, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Levi’s cheeks color. “I’ve started drinking it as a kid.”
“You’re so passionate,” Eren grins. Making Levi blush is as easy as it is charming. “I wouldn’t mind trying it.”
“Sure,” Levi clears his throat. “What do you want to eat?”
Accepting this change of topic, Eren looks at the menu once more. “I think I’ll take the chicken pasta.”
“Neat. I’m gonna take the fish.”
They make small talk until the waiter comes back to take their order. He brings their tea not soon after alongside a basket of bread slices with garlic cream on the side.The first sip Levi takes makes him moan.
“God, I love that taste.”
“I bet,” Eren says, trying to get his hormones under control. It’s not really a common courtesy to spot a hard-on during the first date. The things Levi does to him with a mere noise, though, are just–
“Aren’t you going to try yours, brat?”
“Er–” Eren is at a loss for words. “Sure.”
He tries the tea and finds it a tad too bitter for his liking, then adds sugar to Levi’s obvious snort. It is quite delicious afterward.
They enjoy their tea in sweet silence until the meal arrives. Levi’s fish is still steaming from the grill, whereas Eren’s pasta smells so delicious that he can literally feel his mouth water. He starts eating with gusto and almost moans himself as the flavors explode in his mouth. Soon enough, Levi is following his example.
“I love the food here,” Eren says after he’d swallowed his first bite. “It reminds me of my mom’s cooking.”
“Was she a good cook?” Levi asks.
“Yeah, the best,” Eren’s spirit seems down for a moment, then he smiles wistfully. “She thought me a few things. If you want, I could cook for you some time?”
“I’d love to have you cook for me,” Levi admits. “I can’t cook for shit.”
“Really? Do you set a kitchen aflame just by walking into it?”
“It’s not that bad yet, brat.” Levi smiles into his tea, Eren can see it through the wrinkles around his eyes. It fairly suits him. “I can do scrambled eggs.”
“Everyone can do scrambled eggs.”
“You make it sound as if I need a degree to work in a kitchen.”
“Not a degree – more experience, and a helping tutor of course.”
“Well, what are we waiting for?” Levi shoves a forkful of white fish meat into his mouth. “I have a tutor sitting right here if he’s willing.”
“I always am,” Eren says in a sultry tone. It made Levi chuckle.
“Not bad, brat, not bad.”
They return to their meals after the banter, as they don’t want the fish and the pasta to go cold. It tastes delicious, and Eren savors every last bite. When they finish their dishes and only their barely filled teacups remain, Eren tackles the question that he’d been thinking about for hours.
“Say, Levi,” he started. A glance at the black haired man tells him that he has his attention. “Say – how would you like to go to a movie with me?”
“Sure,” comes the answer, fast as a shot from a pistol. “When and where?”
“Actually,” Eren’s hands become sweaty. He grips the fabric of his dress tightly. “I thought about – maybe right now?”
“Oh.” Levi looks at his watch. It’s barely nine. The evening is still young and fresh. “Ok.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really,” Levi chuckles while Eren sighs in relief. “You don’t want to go home yet, do you?”
Eren’s silence is answering enough. He feels Levi’s arm slide around his shoulder, then the smaller man is sitting right next to him.
“I’m sorry,” Levi says quietly. The honesty in his voice makes Eren tremble. “I understand where you’re coming from. Having your parents yell at you for reasons that you can’t change without denying your true self seems to be going around.”
Eren laughs. “You make it sound like a sickness.”
“Perhaps it is,” Levi tightens his grip. “You’re wonderful and talented, and if your Dad can’t realize that, then it is his loss.” He sounds so sure as if he had done this before. His parents must’ve been assholes, too. “No one should be afraid to go home.”
“I – Levi –” Eren doesn’t know what to say. The mere thought that Levi might understand what he feels like is too much. How can it be that someone like Eren got to meet such a good guy who would get him and not mock him for the problems he has. Levi must be an angel, sent from Heaven to brighten Eren’s life. He can’t explain it otherwise.
Before he can stop himself, he has shortened the distance between them and presses his lips against Levi’s unresponsive ones. Levi is surprised by the kiss – his eyes widen and he goes rigid as a board, but when Eren tries to end it as quickly as it began, he grabs at his head and pulls him closer still before he opens Eren’s lips with his tongue.
Eren’s eyes slide shut. His hands roam about Levi’s body for a second, before they settle at the shorter man’s waist. Eren can feel the softness of Levi’s shirt below his fingers, as well as the hardening body beneath it. Their tongues start a desperate battle. All blood leaves Eren’s head to rush south.
They are interrupted by someone clearing their throat near them and jerk apart. While Eren turns cherry red, Levi levels a glare at the person interrupting them, who happens to be the waiter that attended to them all night. The man visibly shrinks in on himself and then ask in a timid voice if he can bring them anything else.
“No,” Levi says a tad sharper than intended and crosses his arms over his chest. He is not at all pleased by this sudden interruption, but he doesn’t want to have a fall out with one of his favorite restaurants, either. He, therefore, opts for polite neutrality. “We’d like the bill, please.”
The waiter nods sharply before he basically runs off. Still blushing, Eren can’t help but chuckle at his haste. He gently covers one of Levi’s hands with his own and watches the other visibly relax. “You handled that well.”
“Yeah,” Levi responds, then levels a warm gaze at Eren. It makes the brunette shiver despite the warmth in the restaurant. “I was tempted to chew him out, but I happen to like meals here.”
“They are really delicious, aren’t they?” Eren hums. He takes one of the tablecloths and folds it into a square, needs to occupy his hands or else he’s gonna jump Levi right then and there. He can still taste him on his lips.
Luckily for him, the waiter comes within another minute. Levi pays, doesn’t even accept when Eren tries to intervene – “We could at least share it, Levi.” - “No, this one’s on me. You can pay for the movie if you want to lose money so badly.” - “… Fine.” – and they leave the place naught five minutes afterward.
A gentle breeze greets them. Eren can feel it caress his bare legs as well as the long strands of his wig, relishes in the feeling of breathing in fresh air. He stretches a little and sees Levi watching him out of the corner of his eye. When Eren turns his head, Levi averts his eyes. A blush colors his beautiful pale face.
“Everything alright?” Eren asks teasingly, a grin on his face. At this rate, it will become a permanent fixture on his face, he’s sure of that.
“I just thought – nevermind.”
“Oh, come on,” Eren bugs. “Tell me? What did you think?”
Levi turns even redder, then clears his throat. “… I thought about how much I wanted to kiss your neck right now.”
“Oh.” Now it is Eren’s time to blush. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” he blurts out before he can even think about it.
Levi laughs. “Of course you wouldn’t.” He shakes his head for a moment, then looks at his phone. “We should probably get going to the cinema, though. To catch your movie.”
The sudden change in topic throws Eren off-guard for a moment, but then a smile graces his face. There are a lot of things two people can do in a darkened movie theater, after all. “Alright,” he purrs, grabs for Levi’s hand and drags him along. “Let’s hurry then!”
.0.0.0.0.0.0.
They end up expulsed from the cinema for ‘steamy behavior’ halfway through the movie. Eren almost keels over while they leave since he’s laughing his ass off, and even Levi finds the situation weirdly amusing. Once outside, however, the brunette continues where they left off. He urges Levi against the wall next to the exit, takes the other one’s hand and guides it back to where it had slipped under his dress before a security guard asked them to ‘leave’. He finds Levi’s lips once more and moans into his mouth when Levi squeezes his thigh.
“Don’t stop,” he mumbles against Levi’s lips when they break apart for air, then surges back into the kiss. Levi’s hand is warm as it trails up and down Eren’s leg, and he can’t help growing hard as fast as he does. His leg bends on its own accord and wraps itself around Levi’s waist, drags the other even closer than before.
“I don’t intend to,” Levi groans. “You taste so good, Eren.”
Warmth spreads through Eren’s being, and before he can help it his lips are on Levi’s again. One of his hands finds its way into Levi’s hair, nails scraping over the short strands of the other’s undercut, while the second goes to Levi’s own on his thigh. He breaks the kiss and guides it to his crotch. “Look what you do to me,” he whispers.
The reaction is not as anticipated.
Levi tenses the moment he touches Eren’s groin. Grey eyes widen, then dart from Eren’s middle to his face and back. The brunette reads fear within that gaze and slowly uncurls the leg he had partially wrapped around the other.
“Levi?” he asks carefully. Gently. “Is everything alright?”
“I –,” Levi breaks off, suddenly pale, then licks his lips. “I – you – Eren you have a dick.”
“Er–” At first, Eren doesn’t understand. Yes, he has a dick, he’s a guy after – oh. Oh. Of course. His grip on Levi’s hand loosens with sudden realization. “Oh, Levi. I’m sorry.”
Levi shakes his head. He looks oddly vulnerable. “It’s okay,” he says. “I should’ve known. Of course you have a dick. You’re a guy.” And I’m not, goes unsaid, but Eren hears it in the defeated tone of Levi’s voice. He wants to assure him that everything will be okay one day, that he will have a dick at one point in his life. But he doesn’t find the words. Instead, he wraps his arm around the shorter male in a gentle embrace as his arousal bleeds into concern and something else. Something he doesn’t want to acknowledge just yet.
“I won’t like you any less if you tell me that it is, in fact, not okay,” he says quietly. Levi breathes harshly. “I can only try to understand what you feel right now, and I will probably never get it completely, but just know that I care about you and your well-being. If you need time, just tell me.” Another harsh breath that sounds suspiciously like a sob has Eren press Levi’s body even closer. Slowly but surely, Levi hugs him back.
“I’m sorry,” the shorter man mumbles in a voice full of unshed tears. “I didn’t know it would affect me like that but … when I held your … it is hard to explain–”
“Shh, it’s alright. You don’t owe me an explanation.”
“I know,” Levi says. He lifts his head and locks his gaze with Eren. “But I want to give you one.”
“Okay,” Eren only manages, then waits patiently for Levi to find words. He rests his arms on Levi’s shoulders and interlaces his hands behind the shorter man’s neck. Levi’s right hand finds Eren’s forearm and squeezes it in silent thanks.
“… I’m jealous,” Levi finally blurts out. “You were born with a dick and you’ve never had to struggle with what I’m going through and … shit, this is hard –,” Levi swallows harshly. He looks away before he continues, “for a long time, my life was shit, you know? Before I realized that I had been born in the wrong body, I always wondered what was wrong with me. Nothing felt … right. I rarely smiled because I always felt …weird. I can’t really explain it, but – I … I thought about killing myself for the first time when I was eight. Everyone was expecting me to behave in a certain way, and if I didn’t they were so disappointed in me. They called me names … and they … they ” He breaks off, clears his throat. “I’m sorry. I feel so guilty for being jealous of you.”
“You don’t have to. Feel guilty, that is.” Eren places a gentle kiss on Levi’s forehead. It makes Levi look at him again. “And thank you.”
“For what?”
“For sharing that with me,” Eren answers. “I know it must’ve been hard to admit the truth. Not only to me, but to yourself as well.”
Levi looks at him oddly, then– “How can you be real?”
“Excuse me?”
“How can you be actually, properly real?” Levi pinches his cheek. The color has returned to his face and he looks a lot more like himself. “I swear, half the time today I thought I was dreaming.”
“… I take that as a compliment,” Eren grins cheekily.
“You better. I don’t often compliment people, brat.” Thank fuck, Levi has returned to normal. On a sudden impulse, Eren places a wet kiss on Levi’s cheek which has the shorter man immediately recoil from him. “Fuck, now I have drool all over my face!”
Eren just laughs.
“That isn’t funny,” Levi chides but doesn’t wipe the wetness away yet. Instead, he takes Eren’s hands in his and looks at him with sudden profoundness. “Thank you, Eren. For listening. I didn’t know I needed that.”
“Anytime,” Eren responds honestly. “And just for the record, we can take it slow. You don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
“The same goes to you,” Levi places a chaste kiss on Eren’s lips before he interlaces his right with Eren’s left. “Since we couldn’t finish the movie, let’s walk around until you feel comfortable enough to go home.”
And there it is again, that warm feeling that spreads through him whenever he is in Levi’s presence. Eren takes a deep breath and smiles. Together, they walk into the night.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
[10:22] Levi: Good. Sitting in class right now. You?
[10:24] Eren: suffring thru 1 of my dad’s lectures
{10:25] Levi: Fuck.
[10:26] Levi: I hope you’re alright.
[10:26] Levi: Anything I can do for you?
[10:27] Eren: u already have :)
[10:28] Eren: but maybe dinner tonight?
[10:34] Levi: Sure, when and where?
[10:35] Eren: i’m off work at 7
[10:36] Eren: small restaurant named Wall Rose?
[10:40] Levi: I like the Rose. Okay, I’ll meet you there at 7:30?
[10:41] Eren: awesome <3 i can’t wait
[10:51] Eren: hey Levi
[10:51] Eren: is it alright if i wear a dress?
[10:52] Levi: Wear whatever the fuck you want, brat, as long as you bring yourself.
[11:12] Levi: Eren? You okay?
[11:14] Eren: … i’m good. thx Levi. <3
[11:15] Levi: You’re welcome. Talk to you later.
[11:16] Eren: later
.0.0.0.0.0.0.0.
Eren slowly leaves the public toilet while clicking his purse shut. He pushes his work clothes deeper into the plastic bag in his right hand, then makes his way towards the Wall Rose. His heart is beating like mad in anticipation from the feelings Levi’s text induced within him. It still warms him to his core -- and it made him bawl like a baby for ten minutes after he had received it.
Levi’s too good to be true. Just like a dream in which everything in his life works out for once. Every time he thinks about him, there is a flutter in his stomach and warmth spreads throughout his body. The sight of Levi’s smile alone would be enough to chase away the bitter aftertaste his father’s lecture left in his mouth.
God, Eren has it bad.
He yearns to hear Levi’s voice again, to tell him a joke and make him laugh -- he wants to get Levi, his desires, his fears, his passion. And it scares the fuck out of him, as he has never quite felt like this before. If Armin could see him now, he would probably tease him, but his friend is away at Stanford.
Eren approaches the Wall Rose carefully, looks around if Levi is already there. He sees him sitting on the stone bench at the fountain, his phone in his hand. He’s making such a disgruntled face that Eren cannot help but chuckle as he approaches him. Levi is so obviously distracted by whoever writes him that he only notices Eren when the brunette talks to him.
“You look like you bit into a citrus.”
Levi almost jumps into the air in surprise. His phone slips from his hand. He barely catches it in time.
“Geez, Eren,” he admonishes. “You scared the fuck out of --” Any words he wanted to say get stuck in his throat at the sight of his date. It sends a shiver down Eren’s spine to see Levi speechless because of him.
He’s wearing one of his favorite dresses today. It is an A-line skirt dress in such a dark green that it is almost black. It reaches only down to Eren’s bare knees which are not covered by tights today. Instead, Levi gets an eyeful of smooth skin and long legs. They end in intricate dark brown sandals whose straps wind around Eren’s calves like snakes. The brown haired wig Eren wore during his performance sits snugly on his head again. The wavy brown hair softly cascades down his back. He smiles and blushes under so much scrutiny.
It takes Levi several minutes to find his voice again. “Fuck, you look amazing!” he says while he stands up, obviously flustered. It’s a look that Eren would like to see more often on his face. “I don’t … damn, I don’t know what else to say.”
“It’s alright,” Eren says, grinning like a fool. “You just made my day to be quite honest.”
“And you made mine,” Levi blurts without thinking. His cheeks color. Eren never wants this to end.
Levi stuffs his phone into his bag, then shoulders it. He holds out his arm to Eren like a gentleman. “Shall we, brat?”
Eren loops his arm around Levi’s and grins. “Lead the way.”
.0.0.0.0.0.0.
Wall Rose is a small restaurant built into the wall of a former military base called Trost Base. The base had been built some 200 years ago and is quite a tourist attraction, promising a lot of income to the small establishment. The owner is a guy named Keith Shadis, an ex-military commander that loves to shout orders at his kitchen crew. Under his rule, Wall Rose had been renovated to represent a US government facility as they’d existed before the Independence War all across the country. If not for the tables and chairs that are strewn about the place, it would look more like a museum than a restaurant.
Levi and Eren choose a table in a quiet corner that isn’t plagued by tourists like the rest of the place. A waiter comes by as they sit down to give them the menus, and soon they browse through them.
“Oh, nice,” Levi says suddenly, delighted. “They have Ceylon again.”
“Ceylon?” Eren looks at the name printed on the page. “Isn’t that a black tea brand?”
“Yes,” Levi answers. “It’s from Sri Lanka. Shadis usually bought it from a company specialized in importing it since they were giving him a discount. But two years ago or so the tea plantations in Sri Lanka had a drought and most of the plants died -- so the value shot up and the prices skyrocketed. Shadis had to take it out of the menu.” He ends his rant suddenly. “Oh god, sorry. I don’t usually ramble like this.”
“I think it’s cute,” Eren says, fondness creeping into his voice. Levi had looked so alive while talking about something as mundane as his favorite tea brand that Eren could’ve watched him until the end of his days. It makes him smile. “You really like tea, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Levi’s cheeks color. “I’ve started drinking it as a kid.”
“You’re so passionate,” Eren grins. Making Levi blush is as easy as it is charming. “I wouldn’t mind trying it.”
“Sure,” Levi clears his throat. “What do you want to eat?”
Accepting this change of topic, Eren looks at the menu once more. “I think I’ll take the chicken pasta.”
“Neat. I’m gonna take the fish.”
They make small talk until the waiter comes back to take their order. He brings their tea not soon after alongside a basket of bread slices with garlic cream on the side.The first sip Levi takes makes him moan.
“God, I love that taste.”
“I bet,” Eren says, trying to get his hormones under control. It’s not really a common courtesy to spot a hard-on during the first date. The things Levi does to him with a mere noise, though, are just--
“Aren’t you going to try yours, brat?”
“Er--” Eren is at a loss for words. “Sure.”
He tries the tea and finds it a tad too bitter for his liking, then adds sugar to Levi’s obvious snort. It is quite delicious afterward.
They enjoy their tea in sweet silence until the meal arrives. Levi’s fish is still steaming from the grill, whereas Eren’s pasta smells so delicious that he can literally feel his mouth water. He starts eating with gusto and almost moans himself as the flavors explode in his mouth. Soon enough, Levi is following his example.
“I love the food here,” Eren says after he’d swallowed his first bite. “It reminds me of my mom’s cooking.”
“Was she a good cook?” Levi asks.
“Yeah, the best,” Eren’s spirit seems down for a moment, then he smiles wistfully. “She thought me a few things. If you want, I could cook for you some time?”
“I’d love to have you cook for me,” Levi admits. “I can’t cook for shit.”
“Really? Do you set a kitchen aflame just by walking into it?”
“It’s not that bad yet, brat.” Levi smiles into his tea, Eren can see it through the wrinkles around his eyes. It fairly suits him. “I can do scrambled eggs.”
“Everyone can do scrambled eggs.”
“You make it sound as if I need a degree to work in a kitchen.”
“Not a degree -- more experience, and a helping tutor of course.”
“Well, what are we waiting for?” Levi shoves a forkful of white fish meat into his mouth. “I have a tutor sitting right here if he’s willing.”
“I always am,” Eren says in a sultry tone. It made Levi chuckle.
“Not bad, brat, not bad.”
They return to their meals after the banter, as they don’t want the fish and the pasta to go cold. It tastes delicious, and Eren savors every last bite. When they finish their dishes and only their barely filled teacups remain, Eren tackles the question that he’d been thinking about for hours.
“Say, Levi,” he started. A glance at the black haired man tells him that he has his attention. “Say -- how would you like to go to a movie with me?”
“Sure,” comes the answer, fast as a shot from a pistol. “When and where?”
“Actually,” Eren’s hands become sweaty. He grips the fabric of his dress tightly. “I thought about -- maybe right now?”
“Oh.” Levi looks at his watch. It’s barely nine. The evening is still young and fresh. “Ok.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really,” Levi chuckles while Eren sighs in relief. “You don’t want to go home yet, do you?”
Eren’s silence is answering enough. He feels Levi’s arm slide around his shoulder, then the smaller man is sitting right next to him.
“I’m sorry,” Levi says quietly. The honesty in his voice makes Eren tremble. “I understand where you’re coming from. Having your parents yell at you for reasons that you can’t change without denying your true self seems to be going around.”
Eren laughs. “You make it sound like a sickness.”
“Perhaps it is,” Levi tightens his grip. “You’re wonderful and talented, and if your Dad can’t realize that, then it is his loss.” He sounds so sure as if he had done this before. His parents must’ve been assholes, too. “No one should be afraid to go home.”
“I -- Levi --” Eren doesn’t know what to say. The mere thought that Levi might understand what he feels like is too much. How can it be that someone like Eren got to meet such a good guy who would get him and not mock him for the problems he has. Levi must be an angel, sent from Heaven to brighten Eren’s life. He can’t explain it otherwise.
Before he can stop himself, he has shortened the distance between them and presses his lips against Levi’s unresponsive ones. Levi is surprised by the kiss -- his eyes widen and he goes rigid as a board, but when Eren tries to end it as quickly as it began, he grabs at his head and pulls him closer still before he opens Eren’s lips with his tongue.
Eren’s eyes slide shut. His hands roam about Levi’s body for a second, before they settle at the shorter man’s waist. Eren can feel the softness of Levi’s shirt below his fingers, as well as the hardening body beneath it. Their tongues start a desperate battle. All blood leaves Eren’s head to rush south.
They are interrupted by someone clearing their throat near them and jerk apart. While Eren turns cherry red, Levi levels a glare at the person interrupting them, who happens to be the waiter that attended to them all night. The man visibly shrinks in on himself and then ask in a timid voice if he can bring them anything else.
“No,” Levi says a tad sharper than intended and crosses his arms over his chest. He is not at all pleased by this sudden interruption, but he doesn’t want to have a fall out with one of his favorite restaurants, either. He, therefore, opts for polite neutrality. “We’d like the bill, please.”
The waiter nods sharply before he basically runs off. Still blushing, Eren can’t help but chuckle at his haste. He gently covers one of Levi’s hands with his own and watches the other visibly relax. “You handled that well.”
“Yeah,” Levi responds, then levels a warm gaze at Eren. It makes the brunette shiver despite the warmth in the restaurant. “I was tempted to chew him out, but I happen to like meals here.”
“They are really delicious, aren’t they?” Eren hums. He takes one of the tablecloths and folds it into a square, needs to occupy his hands or else he’s gonna jump Levi right then and there. He can still taste him on his lips.
Luckily for him, the waiter comes within another minute. Levi pays, doesn’t even accept when Eren tries to intervene -- “We could at least share it, Levi.” - “No, this one's on me. You can pay for the movie if you want to lose money so badly.” - “... Fine.” -- and they leave the place naught five minutes afterward.
A gentle breeze greets them. Eren can feel it caress his bare legs as well as the long strands of his wig, relishes in the feeling of breathing in fresh air. He stretches a little and sees Levi watching him out of the corner of his eye. When Eren turns his head, Levi averts his eyes. A blush colors his beautiful pale face.
“Everything alright?” Eren asks teasingly, a grin on his face. At this rate, it will become a permanent fixture on his face, he’s sure of that.
“I just thought -- nevermind.”
“Oh, come on,” Eren bugs. “Tell me? What did you think?”
Levi turns even redder, then clears his throat. “... I thought about how much I wanted to kiss your neck right now.”
“Oh.” Now it is Eren’s time to blush. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” he blurts out before he can even think about it.
Levi laughs. “Of course you wouldn't.” He shakes his head for a moment, then looks at his phone. “We should probably get going to the cinema, though. To catch your movie.”
The sudden change in topic throws Eren off-guard for a moment, but then a smile graces his face. There are a lot of things two people can do in a darkened movie theater, after all. “Alright,” he purrs, grabs for Levi’s hand and drags him along. “Let’s hurry then!”
.0.0.0.0.0.0.
They end up expulsed from the cinema for ‘steamy behavior’ halfway through the movie. Eren almost keels over while they leave since he’s laughing his ass off, and even Levi finds the situation weirdly amusing. Once outside, however, the brunette continues where they left off. He urges Levi against the wall next to the exit, takes the other one’s hand and guides it back to where it had slipped under his dress before a security guard asked them to ‘leave’. He finds Levi’s lips once more and moans into his mouth when Levi squeezes his thigh.
“Don’t stop,” he mumbles against Levi’s lips when they break apart for air, then surges back into the kiss. Levi’s hand is warm as it trails up and down Eren’s leg, and he can’t help growing hard as fast as he does. His leg bends on its own accord and wraps itself around Levi’s waist, drags the other even closer than before.
“I don’t intend to,” Levi groans. “You taste so good, Eren.”
Warmth spreads through Eren’s being, and before he can help it his lips are on Levi’s again. One of his hands finds its way into Levi’s hair, nails scraping over the short strands of the other’s undercut, while the second goes to Levi’s own on his thigh. He breaks the kiss and guides it to his crotch. “Look what you do to me,” he whispers.
The reaction is not as anticipated.
Levi tenses the moment he touches Eren’s groin. Grey eyes widen, then dart from Eren’s middle to his face and back. The brunette reads fear within that gaze and slowly uncurls the leg he had partially wrapped around the other.
“Levi?” he asks carefully. Gently. “Is everything alright?”
“I --,” Levi breaks off, suddenly pale, then licks his lips. “I -- you -- Eren you have a dick.”
“Er--” At first, Eren doesn’t understand. Yes, he has a dick, he’s a guy after -- oh. Oh. Of course. His grip on Levi’s hand loosens with sudden realization. “Oh, Levi. I’m sorry.”
Levi shakes his head. He looks oddly vulnerable. “It’s okay,” he says. “I should’ve known. Of course you have a dick. You’re a guy.” And I’m not, goes unsaid, but Eren hears it in the defeated tone of Levi’s voice. He wants to assure him that everything will be okay one day, that he will have a dick at one point in his life. But he doesn’t find the words. Instead, he wraps his arm around the shorter male in a gentle embrace as his arousal bleeds into concern and something else. Something he doesn’t want to acknowledge just yet.
“I won’t like you any less if you tell me that it is, in fact, not okay,” he says quietly. Levi breathes harshly. “I can only try to understand what you feel right now, and I will probably never get it completely, but just know that I care about you and your well-being. If you need time, just tell me.” Another harsh breath that sounds suspiciously like a sob has Eren press Levi’s body even closer. Slowly but surely, Levi hugs him back.
“I’m sorry,” the shorter man mumbles in a voice full of unshed tears. “I didn’t know it would affect me like that but … when I held your … it is hard to explain--”
“Shh, it’s alright. You don’t owe me an explanation.”
“I know,” Levi says. He lifts his head and locks his gaze with Eren. “But I want to give you one.”
“Okay,” Eren only manages, then waits patiently for Levi to find words. He rests his arms on Levi’s shoulders and interlaces his hands behind the shorter man’s neck. Levi’s right hand finds Eren’s forearm and squeezes it in silent thanks.
“... I’m jealous,” Levi finally blurts out. “You were born with a dick and you’ve never had to struggle with what I’m going through and … shit, this is hard --,” Levi swallows harshly. He looks away before he continues, “for a long time, my life was shit, you know? Before I realized that I had been born in the wrong body, I always wondered what was wrong with me. Nothing felt … right. I rarely smiled because I always felt …weird. I can’t really explain it, but -- I … I thought about killing myself for the first time when I was eight. Everyone was expecting me to behave in a certain way, and if I didn’t they were so disappointed in me. They called me names … and they … they ” He breaks off, clears his throat. “I’m sorry. I feel so guilty for being jealous of you.”
“You don’t have to. Feel guilty, that is.” Eren places a gentle kiss on Levi’s forehead. It makes Levi look at him again. “And thank you.”
“For what?”
“For sharing that with me,” Eren answers. “I know it must’ve been hard to admit the truth. Not only to me, but to yourself as well.”
Levi looks at him oddly, then-- “How can you be real?”
“Excuse me?”
“How can you be actually, properly real?” Levi pinches his cheek. The color has returned to his face and he looks a lot more like himself. “I swear, half the time today I thought I was dreaming.”
“... I take that as a compliment,” Eren grins cheekily.
“You better. I don’t often compliment people, brat.” Thank fuck, Levi has returned to normal. On a sudden impulse, Eren places a wet kiss on Levi’s cheek which has the shorter man immediately recoil from him. “Fuck, now I have drool all over my face!”
Eren just laughs.
“That isn’t funny,” Levi chides but doesn’t wipe the wetness away yet. Instead, he takes Eren’s hands in his and looks at him with sudden profoundness. “Thank you, Eren. For listening. I didn’t know I needed that.”
“Anytime,” Eren responds honestly. “And just for the record, we can take it slow. You don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
“The same goes to you,” Levi places a chaste kiss on Eren’s lips before he interlaces his right with Eren’s left. “Since we couldn’t finish the movie, let’s walk around until you feel comfortable enough to go home.”
And there it is again, that warm feeling that spreads through him whenever he is in Levi’s presence. Eren takes a deep breath and smiles. Together, they walk into the night.
Art by chochotofafa II twitter
★ Permission to upload this was given by the artist ★
★ Please, favorite/rate/bookmark/retweet/follow to support the artist ★
[Please do not repost, edit or remove credits]
“Oh, come on Levi,” Hange whines. They’re hanging onto Levi’s arm with abandon, and he has to use all of his energy just to take a step forward. “It’ll be fun, I promise.”
“You always do that, shitty Four-Eyes,” Levi says while pinching the bridge of his nose. His friend can be so annoying sometimes. “You just want to set me up with some fucking loser.”
“No!” they shout almost too quickly. Levi’s eyebrow rises with suspicion, but he doesn’t call them out. “This time we’re all just going to have a good night. There is this new performer who sings really well, and the new dancer with the cute butt--”
“And why the hell should I care about this?”
“But, Leviiiii~”, the way Hange drags the last vocal out is hurting his ears. “You never do anything with me anymore. I feel so lonely all the time with Moblit gone for the rest of the semester and you always work or study and are too busy to even meet up for lunch.” Levi is pretty sure their sniffling is fake, but he can’t say for sure. “I just thought we could do something together for once -- have a good time together and relax.” Their voice is getting quieter and quieter towards the end of the sentence. “I thought we were friends.”
Levi crosses his arms over his chest. “Tch.” He hates it when Hange manipulates him like that, but more often than not his friend means well. In their own crazy way, of course. “... Fine. I’ll come with you. But only tonight! Tomorrow you have to crawl to the bar on your own.”
“Really?!” Their eyes shine. “YAHOO!”
“Geez, Shitty Four-Eyes, keep it down!”
“My best friend is going to go out with me!”
“You sound like a fucking child.”
“Well, you sound like an old man,” Levi can’t help the pleased rush that surges through him as they call him ‘man’. “Now come on, Levi, get ready. I know you take hours.”
“And why do you think that is?” he snarls. As he sees them trying to leave, he calls them out on it. “Oh no, you stay where you fucking are. The least you can do is help me choose a goddamn outfit if you drag me all the way out of my comfort zone.”
“Of course!” They jump towards Levi’s wardrobe like an overeager puppy and start going through his clothes. Levi is fine with the amount of attention Hange invests in the matter --- it makes a few different matters easier to attend.
Slowly, Levi takes off his shirt and lessens his bandages. His breasts pop into his view and he growls at them before he opens his bag and pulls his newly purchased binder out of it. He wonders how it will feel to wear it, and if it was worth the thirty dollars he paid for it in his lunch break. Carefully, as not to damage anything, he drags the binder over his head and assembles his breasts into it, breathing a few times before he looks down.
His breasts, small and bothersome as they usually are, are completely concealed by the binder. A small sound escapes him, and a part of him wants to tear up. He turns around and sees Hange looking at him with warmth radiating from their eyes.
“You look amazing, Levi,” they say while they put a black shirt on the bed. They come to him and look at Levi with a question on their lips. “May I …?”
Levi nods, opens his arms and lets them hug him tightly. “I’m so happy for you, Levi. When did you buy it?”
“Today,” Levi answers, his voice hoarse with emotion. “I saw it in the shop when I was going to the diner, and--”
“It’s perfect,” Hange finally lets him go with a sniff, and Levi has half a mind to check his back for snot. “You’ll look so handsome in the outfit I chose. Now go and take a shower. You stink.”
The warm feeling they had ignited in his chest extinguishes completely. “Fuck you, Shitty Four-Eyes. You are the one that usually stinks!”
They just laugh at him.
.0.0.0.0.0.
Levi stares.
The performer twirls around, hand on his heart, while he sings Lana Del Rey in a voice that sends shudders down Levi’s spine. ‘Summertime Sadness’ has always been one of his favorite songs, even more so since he realized that he had been born in the wrong body, with suicide constantly on his mind. Listening to the emotion in the performer’s voice is enough to tear him up. He wipes the evidence away before he faces Hange once more, who is completely enraptured by the singer.
“I told you this would be awesome!” They say with shining eyes, then look at the performer again. Levi does the same and finds himself staring once again.
The singer wears a sleeveless dark green cocktail dress mixed with a pair of tights and glittering green high heels. His -- no, their, Levi knows how bad it can be to be tantalized with the wrong pronouns -- long brown hair is open and cascades down the back in soft waves, while their makeup is simple. Dark eyeliner, green eyeshadow, and mascara. Nothing more.
Levi likes it. He likes it a lot.
The song ends. Immediately the audience begins to clap in applause, and Levi can’t help but join in enthusiastically. Hange whistles loudly and Levi can actually see the performer blush on the stage.
“Thank you,” they say in a voice that is clearly male. “I’m really flattered by all your support. I’ll perform again next Saturday. Wait for me until then, alright?” They wink and Hange whistles once more. Levi wants to crawl into a hole and die.
He waits until the performer has left the stage and a guy has taken their place with his guitar that Levi turns to his friend. “Did you have to whistle?”
“Embarrassed?”
“No more than usual,” Levi sighs. It is the sad truth that Levi always gets embarrassed whenever he and Hange hang out. At least it feels like this for him. “I was just wondering because you seemed almost eager to see this performer, is all.”
“Oh, Levi, my sweet clean freak,” Hange chides. “I whistled because you couldn’t stop staring.”
Levi feels a blush creep on his cheeks. Luckily for him, the bar is cast into darkness in that exact same moment -- with only the stage lit-- , so he doesn't have to face Hange’s knowing look. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Shitty Four-Eyes.”
“Poor Levi, being flustered because of his feelings,” Hange teases. “His name is Eren, by the way. You two would make a great couple.”
“What the hell Hange?!” Several people turn to them after Levi’s outburst. He just glares at them in the darkness before he continues, in a quieter voice, “Are you out of your fucking mind?”
“I love how you call me Hange when you’re really irritated with me,” they say, amused. “And no, I’m not out of my mind. I'm just worried. You’ve been pretty lonely these last couple of years, haven’t you?”
Fuck Hange, of course, he’d been lonely. After realizing that he was born in the wrong body, his brief period of suicidal thoughts and finally his decision to transition, Levi had lost the support of the last bits of his family. His uncle Kenny had left the house without another word when he’d told him, only to throw him out later, and his mom had actually cried and yelled that she didn’t understand why her beautiful Rebecca wanted to be a man. The only one who had shown a smidge of support was his cousin Mikasa, but since she lived on the other side of the country
she was out of the question, too. The only friends he had were Hange and Erwin, and the latter was swamped with work so often these days that they barely saw each other anymore.
His voice grows thick. “Of course I’m lonely,” he says quietly. “Who wouldn’t be in my position?”
“That’s why I think it would be nice for you to have a significant other,” Hange explains. “And Eren is someone who will understand what you’re going through. He’s a nice kid.”
“Tch.” Levi drags his hand across his eyes. “No one will understand what I’m going through.”
“Oh, not this again,” Hange hisses. “Levi, I swear to God, I love you like a brother, but if you don’t get out of your shell for once, you’ll never find someone who’ll accept you as you are.” Softer, they continue. “Come on, at least talk to him. I’m sure if not a lover, he’d make a good friend.”
Levi contemplates this. He can’t deny that he wishes for someone to hold him at night -- someone to stroke his hair while he falls asleep, someone to kiss when he comes home from a long day, someone to support him when he has one of his rare dysphoria attacks. He craves it with a passion that burns in his veins, but simultaneously the thought of sharing his life with someone terrifies him. He swallows.
“I have to think about that.”
Hange tries to say something else, but one gaze at Levi’s current state is enough to chase the words on their tongue away. Instead, they just nod. “Okay.”
“I’m going for a smoke.”
He practically flees Hange after that, makes his way through body’s that sway to the rhythm of an acoustic guitar just to escape their understanding gaze that sometimes is too much. It isn’t that Levi doesn’t want the support -- he does, really -- but Hange more often than not hits too close to home. Drags all of his fears out of this small corner in his mind where he stuffed them to be forgotten for all eternity. He can’t handle it many times.
When he finally arrives at the entrance, the bouncer lets him pass without a second glance. Breathing in the fresh air outside feels deliberating, and Levi thanks his friend for choosing an attire that went well with his leather jacket. He doesn’t feel as caged anymore as he did inside. His fingers find the cigarettes and lighter effortlessly and soon one of his precious cancer sticks dangles between his lips. He rubs at his eyes while he takes a drag and wonders how often he’ll be close to crying tonight when there is a sudden noise coming from the alley next to the club.
Levi looks towards it and wonders what is making such a ruckus, then shrugs and takes another drag. As he exhales, he hears the noise again. It sounds as if someone is beaten up.
Someone is beaten up.
It takes his brain a while to register what he just thought. His eyes widen and he promptly chokes on the smoke still in his lungs. Fighting the coughing fit that tingles in his throat, he quickly walks towards the source of the noise. It could very well be that he just imagined at -- that it really is a cat rolling around in some garbage -- but you never be too sure.
This makes him enter the alley the moment a shady figure punches the performer from before straight in the gut while another holds them. They double over in pain, held up by the second man’s iron grip. As if on cue, the men start yelling insults.
“Stupid faggot--”
“Get the fuck out of our bar, you stupid fuck--”
“People like you should just die--”
“You’re wrong--”
Levi’s body moves on its own. He runs towards the man who is about to hit the performer again, shifts his entire weight onto his left leg and delivers a powerful kick towards the man’s side with his right. The guy screams and falls to the ground, wheezing for breath. His comrade immediately lets the performer crumble to the ground and goes to attack Levi, only to stumble over the singer’s outstretched leg. He falls face first into the dirt with a yell.
In the meantime, the first guy manages to get on his feet again. He dives towards Levi and swings his right fist at him, only to have the shorter man dodge it easily. Before he can find the energy for a second attack, Levi’s right fist already collides with his jaw and knocks him out like a light. The second guy gets to his feet again as well, and Levi already swivels to him to let him get a taste of his bloody knuckles when the performer hits him on the head with their purse with all their might. It shouldn’t have done much damage, but the velocity had been enough to make him fall to the ground again -- unconscious this time.
Breathing heavily through his nose, Levi looks at the two idiots on the ground, before his gaze shifts to the performer. Their hair slipped to the side -- making Levi realize that they are wearing a wig -- their makeup is smudged, and they are bleeding from their nose. Without realizing it, Levi fumbles a handkerchief out of his pocket and holds it towards the performer.
“Thanks,” they say as they take it and hold it against their nose. Levi stares, then coughs.
“Don’t mention it.”
“No, really, thanks,” the performer smiles at him, and it warms something deep inside Levi’s chest. He chooses to ignore it. “I usually can hold my own against people like this, but not while I’m wearing one of my dresses. As freeing as they are, they’re too fitting to let me fight properly.”
“Oh,” Levi says. “In that case, you’re welcome.”
The singer smiles once more then holds out his hand. Their voice is a little muffled because of the handkerchief. “I’m Eren, by the way.”
“Levi.” They shake hands. Levi notices that the performer’s hands are warm and strong, and tries not to imagine them stroking his hair. He fails miserably.
“How about we get out of here before they wake up?” Eren’s gaze wanders over the two guys. “I don’t really want them continuing to beat me up.”
“I wouldn’t let them,” Levi blurts out. He quickly adds, “But I agree.”
Eren smiles again and Levi’s heart skips a beat. “Cool.” They take a step, then stumble as their high heel suddenly breaks apart. “Fuck! I just bought those! Fuck those guys and their dick eating mouths, god fucking dammit!” Levi bursts out laughing at that, but stops as Eren’s angry gaze flicks to him. “This isn’t fucking funny! Those shoes are so fucking expensive and now they fucking broke on the first day! FUCK!”
“I--,” Levi wheezes out. He coughs to get himself under control again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh.”
Eren still looks angry for a moment, then the fight visibly leaves them. They sigh. “Fuck, I know. I’m just so done with this day, you can’t believe it.” They take off both shoes and store the broken heel in their purse before holding the shoes by their straps. Together they start walking towards the alley’s entrance. “First my asshole of a father reminds me that his birthday will be in a few days and tells me my presence is required, then my car breaks down in the middle of the road. And on top of that, I get ambushed by a bunch of losers as I leave the bar and then one of my heels breaks off.” They sigh and run a hand through their hair, taking off the wig in the process. Levi sees that Eren’s hair is rather short and darker than the synthetical hair in his hand. He watches on as Eren takes a hair net out of his bag and carefully stuffs the wig inside it. “The only good thing that happened today is you.”
Levi blushes before he can help himself. Why must he always be so awkward? “Er, thanks. It wasn’t that big of a deal.”
“Bullshit,” Eren says. “It is a big deal. You could’ve ignored the situation, but you didn’t. That was very brave of you.” They seem to think for a moment, then smiles. “In fact, I think I should invite you to a drink at least for your help. There is a diner two streets over.”
“I know the place. Marco’s, right?”
“Yeah,” Eren nods. “They serve coffee until ten and warm meals until eleven. Come on, I want pancakes.”
Eren grabs his wrist, intend on going to the diner. Levi barely manages to type a quick text to Hange with one hand before he is dragged along.
..0.0.0.0.0.
Soon after they sit in a both in Marco’s. The entire place is rather cozy since it is late and the lights are only half lit -- the dark brown furniture does the rest.
Their way over here had been filled with occasional small talk, in which Levi had learned that Eren identifies as male but is fine with she and they as well. As long as the person talking to him is nice, he doesn’t care what they call him. Levi sticks with he.
They get weird glances from the few patrons present, and one of the servers is staring at them as well as she mopes the table next to them, but they don’t care. They are rather comfortable and jump right back into conversation with one another.
“So, Levi, what brought you to the bar anyway?”
Levi shrugs. “My friend Hange dragged me along. They said it would be the best if I left my flat once in awhile.”
“Oh, you’re a hermit then?”
“Not that bad yet, but I’m working on it.”
“Shame. Such a waste.” Eren laughs as Levi’s cheeks color. “Why don’t you go out more? You seem like a nice guy.”
There it is. The opportunity to clear this all up, to tell Eren what he is. Levi clears his throat. “I--” He is interrupted by the waitress bringing them their drinks, a coke for Eren and a black tea for Levi. He drinks a little of the scalding liquid before he continues. “I was -- er -- I was born in the wrong body.” He watches Eren, afraid of what he will see. But Eren shows no disgust -- rather mild curiosity. It gives Levi the bravery to continue talking. “I’m currently transitioning. From Female to Male.”
Silence. Levi suffers as Eren doesn’t say anything for a moment, refuses to look into those eyes and be hurt after all. He is startled when Eren’s warm hand covers his on the table. “Fuck, you’re awesome.”
“Excuse me?” Levi blurts out, finally looks up. The smile on Eren’s lips takes his breath away.
“You’re awesome. Handsome, courageous, and damn sexy when you’re angry.”
Levi’s blush seems like a permanent fixture on his face now. “Thanks,” he says, voice tiny and barely audible.
“How far along are you? Did you already have surgeries?”
“Not yet,” Levi takes another sip. The tea calms his anxious nerves somewhat. “My insurance only covers part of the top surgery so I’ve been saving up all the money I can to get it done. I’m certain that I will be able to have it in about half a year.”
“And down … you know.” The gesture Eren makes wrangles a short laugh out of Levi.
“They sadly don’t cover it yet, but I’m hopeful that they’ll change their mind in the future.”
“Nice,” Eren finally takes a sip of his coke. “I hope you don’t mind me asking all these questions?”
“No, not at all,” Levi says. “I get that people are pretty curious about my current situation, so I try to explain it to them as thoroughly as I can. It’s only the people who judge you that I can’t stand.”
“I get where you’re coming from.”
“If you don’t mind me asking,” Levi gives Eren a once over. “Why do you dress like a woman?”
Eren looks offended for a moment. Levi is about to apologize for this stupid question when the brunette finally speaks. “At first it was to escape. My asshole of a dad is a very successful doctor who owns his own private praxis. He wanted me to get into medicine as well when I was younger so that I could, one day, take it over, but my marks were too bad. I couldn’t make it into the university he wanted,” Eren takes another sip before he continues. “He changed after that. Started all this passive aggressive bullshit and told me every day how much of a failure I am.”
“Ouch, that’s rough,” Levi flinches. “What about your mom?”
Eren sighs deeply. “Mom died when I was ten. My dad never really got over it.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It was a long time ago.”
“How did she die?”
“Cancer.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah,” Eren’s voice is heavy with emotion. He clears his throat. “Anyway, the first time was an accident. My dad’s girlfriend had left a pair of panties lying around our house. I found them and wondered how they would feel like if I tried them on. So I did.” His gaze becomes dreamy. “Oh, it was such a nice feeling. I somehow felt liberated from all the shit Dad was giving me. Like I had become a different person. I looked into the mirror in the bathroom and decided that I liked what I saw. That was when I realized that I wanted more.”
“Oh no,” Levi says, grinning. “You stole some of her stuff, didn’t you?”
“Of course I did,” Eren chuckles. “Just a little makeup and a black dress she wasn’t wearing anyway. You can’t imagine the rush I felt when I put it on. I felt so … alive. And let’s be real, dresses are fucking comfortable, okay?”
Levi laughs at that. He finishes his tea in one large gulp, then sets the empty cup down. “I prefer denim, but I get where you’re coming from. That’s what I felt today when I bought my binder.”
“Nice,” Eren holds up his hand in an obvious high five. Levi is a little hesitant at first but then slaps his own against it. “Did you use bandages before that?”
“Yeah.” Levi sighs in delight. He can openly talk about it with a person that is not Hange. “They aren’t that … big, but still there. I want them gone.”
“I hope it happens soon.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Then you’ll finally be one step closer to being a dude. A short dude at that, but a dude nonetheless.”
“Fuck you, brat.”
Eren blows him a kiss and Levi grins. He is about to respond when his phone vibrates in his pocket. Pulling it out of his jeans, he sees that he got a text from Hange asking him where he is. Since he already told her in a previous text, he can only assume that she is drunk. He sighs.
“I have to go and fetch my idiot friend from the bar. They’re obviously drunk off their ass.”
Eren laughs. “How do you know?”
Levi shows him the text message without a second thought. It’s so full of typos that it is barely readable. “Geez, and I thought I wrote badly.”
“Believe me, Hange is one of a kind. Your typing is probably completely readable at least.”
Eren bites his lip. “Wanna find out?” he asks sincerely.
Levi swallows, his throat suddenly dry. Oh, he wants nothing more than that. Eren is funny and cute, and Levi wouldn’t even care if he liked to run around naked as long as he could be with him. God, he has it bad. “Sure, let me give you my number.”
He’s typing the digits Eren tells him into his phone and calls him so that the other will have his number as well. The Darth Vader theme sounds. “Really?”
Eren grins sheepishly. It is a sight that will burn itself into Levi’s mind forever. “I wish I had a younger cousin to blame this on, but I don’t. I’m a fan of him.”
“I prefer Han Solo to be quite honest,” Levi says while Eren downs the rest of his coke. “But then I’ve always had a thing for brunettes.” He grins as Eren chokes and splutters, blushing for once.
After leaving a few dollars on the table, they exit the diner and stop near a darker corner. A few meters away is a bus stop. Levi sighs. “I should get going and fetch Hange.”
“Sure,” Eren says. But instead of leaving he lingers. “I had fun tonight.”
“Me too,” Levi admits. And he means it. He thanks every God there is that he listened to Hange tonight. “I’ll text you, alright?”
“Yes,” the brunette says. “I can’t wait.”
And there is this smile again that takes Levi’s breath away. Before he can stop himself, he stands on his toes and kisses Eren on the cheek, relishes the quickly heating skin beneath his lips. “See you, brat.”
Then he is gone, the image of a heavily blushing Eren holding his cheek and smiling as if Levi had just gifted him the moon burned into his mind. This really was a good night indeed.
romaincrisis
jimmyeatworldofficial
stormborns
gamechangershow
izzy806
tangentwithtanner
