Allison

OC Male: Jayden. Black hair & Brown eyes. 5’8 160 pounds. Switch. 19 Years Old.

OC Female: Nora. Brown hair & Blue eyes. 5’0” 110 pounds. Switch. 19 Years Old.

WARNING! : Poop/Pee, don’t like don’t read! Please don’t report!

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Boyfriend/Girlfriend

“Are you sure you’re okay, Jayden?” Nora asked her boyfriend for the third time in the last hour. She was worried about her boyfriend of four months who was laying down beside her in bed. The both of them had been cuddling because Jayden had a really bad migraine. He wasn’t feeling good at all. Nora knew he was prone to mirgraines but she noticed this one seemed different. She kept hearing noises coming from Jayden’s stomach. She also kept smelling the very nasty farts he was releasing once and a while. She didn’t say anything about it not wanting to embarrass her boyfriend. Jayden groaned as he rolled his face into his girlfriend’s very sizable breasts, “I don’t feel good...” he whispered. Nora rubbed her boyfriends back gently and kissed his head, “I know, sweetheart. Are you sure you don’t have to use the bathroom?” Jayden groaned in annoyance from the question because it was the second time he had been asked that from Nora since that morning. Little did his girlfriend know, Jayden had been constipated for the last four days. His stomach was killing him but he was in so much pain from his headache that he couldn’t move with sharp pains going through his left eye and down his spine.

Nora didn’t know what to do as she laid with her boyfriend, trying to comfort him as best as she could. She kissed his forehead and ran a hand through his hair. Eventually, she heard her boyfriend fall asleep by the soft snores coming from him. It didn’t stop the farts though which Nora noticed did seem to get more forceful and louder yet less smelly each time. She didn’t say anything about it. She just held her boyfriend close and closed her eyes. She grabbed her phone eventually and began to scroll through Instagram until she felt her boyfriend shift. She waited for him to settle again before continuing with her scrolling. She didn’t know was that Jayden had started to clench and grab himself underneath the blanket. He had to use the rest room but his head was hurting so much that he knew if he attempted to get up, he would cry and might have an accident.

That was one thing that Jayden was embarrassed about admitting was the fact he was poop shy. He wasn’t scared of needing to pee or fart in front of his girlfriend. It was more of the fact of the pooping. He hated pooping and always tried to avoid going as much as possible. He knew it was a bad habit and that he should get over his fear. He hated pooping in public which was what they had to do because of the dorm they lived in on campus. The bathrooms were public to the people on the floor. Jayden was still getting used to showering and using the urinal around others. He really struggled to relax to poop in fear of someone walking in on him. He most of the time on healthy days would wait until nighttime to use the bathroom when he knew the chances were slim that someone would walk in.

Jayden knew he couldn’t wait forever. He shifted again as he felt his bladder had been filling up while he was laying there. He slowly sat up which made Nora move to help him. “Are you okay? Can I get you anything?” Nora asked him with a sweet whisper voice. She was so nice and loving to him. She never doubted him or thought of him as weird like other girls did. She accepted him for who he was as a person and loved him unconditionally. He knew that by looking into her big blue eyes. Jayden squeezes his eyes shut tightly as he breathed through the shooting mirgraine in his head and back. He felt tears in his eyes as he felt his bathroom needs grow stronger.

“I have to...” he whispered weakly. Nora was confused yet a little worried, “have to what?” She asked not realizing what was wrong. Jayden got off the bed slowly and stood up. He held on to the bed to keep from falling at the dizzy spell. He felt Nora wrap her arms around his waist and held him up, “what’s wrong? Where are you going? Can I help?” She asked him wanting to do something. Jayden felt it as tears came to his eyes. The poop he had been holding in for the last four days unintentionally start to poke at his hole. He clenched trying to fight the urge to push it out. The last thing he ever wanted was to have an accident in front of his beautiful and wonderful girlfriend. He felt a sob shake his form.

“Jayden, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.” Nora said to her boyfriend as she felt him start to cry. Her eyes widened when she heard a crackling noise and immediately realized what was happening from experience. She was a nursing student and worked all the time with patients so she knew the sound of someone having a bowel movement whether it was in the toilet, bed pan, diaper, or underwear. “Oh Jayden... it’s okay.” She said rubbing his stomach as her boyfriend began to cry full on at this point. He was in so much pain from his head and stomach that he didn’t care anymore. He just wanted the pain to stop. He could feel the warm solid mass stretch his hole and push against his boxer briefs. He barely heard Nora over the roar of pain he was in. He just stood there holding on the bed with both hands, shaking. Nora stood beside him holding him around the waist to make sure he wouldn’t fall. Before Jayden could register it, his bladder released as well.

He continued to cry as his pants filled with his huge mess and his pants got wet. Nora rubbed her boyfriends back gently as she was silent. She didn’t want to make it worse for him as she listened to him go to the bathroom in his sweatpants. Eventually, the noises stopped except for his sobbing and sniffles. “Did you get it all out?” She asked her boyfriend gently who hiccuped and just held his head in pain. He looked exhausted and honestly, Nora couldn’t blame him. She decided to take matters into her own hands and begin to do clean up. She grabbed the baby wipes that Jayden used, paper towels, and a regular towel. “Is it okay if I clean you up?” She asked him as he looked at her in embarrassment and misery. She rubbed his back gently and waited for him to nod a little.

Nora got to work on pulling Jayden’s sweatpants down. She threw them into the laundry basket. She grabbed a pair of scissors and began to cut the side of her boyfriends boxer briefs. She was shocked at the size of the mass in her boyfriends underpants. It made her realize that he had been holding it a while to allow that size to happen. She threw out the boxers into the trash and grabbed paper towels. She wiped his bottom and private area. She used the wipes to clean him up better and make sure she had gotten it all. Jayden was now hiccuping and calming down. He was amazed that his girlfriend didn’t run away but instead, began to clean him up. He was relieved to have her with him because he was so shaky and weak that he knew he wouldn’t be able to do it himself.

person a thinks they have a dehydration headache so they drink lots of water/other liquids. that proves to be an issue when they get sicker and more incoherent though, they get so tired and drained that they wet themselves without really noticing at first.

person a means to go to the bathroom before bed, but all the tea they’ve drank and all the drowsy cough medicine given to them by person b makes them fall asleep with a full bladder. person b finds them in the morning with wet sheets and a red face.

person a is with person b relaxing in bed. person a has a high fever. theyre watching horror movies and cuddling, at a particularly bad jumpscare, person b feels a warm sensation on their leg. a is staring widely at the screen, shaking and feverishly fear wetting.

person b has a very small bladder. person a is sick and b is trying their best to take care of person a. a slightly desperate b and a tired a are on the couch watching a movie when a falls asleep, their elbow uncomfortably pressing on b’s bladder. not wanting to wake a, b tries to hold it without squirming or wetting. a startled person a wakes up and feels a warm, wet substance pool onto the back of their shirt and b’s leg trembling.

Ahh! Angsty canonverse is normally not my cup of tea to write, (just because it makes me so sad), but sometimes inspiration hits and it’s time to step out of your comfort zone. This here little work is based off of one of the new prompts for @ereri-writing-prompts - “I can’t trust you right now.” I hope you enjoy! <3

You can also read on Ao3 if that better suits your fancy. As always, kudos and feedback in the comments is much appreciated! :)

Summary: “Maybe one day I’ll be able to believe you again.”

“Why’d you do it, Eren?”

There was no hint of anger in Levi’s voice; no trace of hurt or the betrayal he felt deep in the foundations of his soul. His tone was soft and breathless, the sound of a man keeping himself together though all he wanted was to rip the cell’s door off its hinges.

Levi didn’t know what he would do once he was in that cell. He knew what he felt like doing. He wanted to knock some sense into Eren’s head, maybe kick him another few times; could have strangled him, or grabbed him by his shoulders to shake the life out of him. But he knew exactly what would happen when he had Eren back within arm’s reach.

Levi would nestle himself in Eren’s warm embrace, push them onto the bed while he licked those perfect lips open. He’d straddle the younger man’s hips, rutting against him and practically ripping their clothes off. Levi would have Eren screaming, begging to let him come. It had been too long, there was no way in hell it wouldn’t come to that.

Fic Rating: E / Chapter Rating: Also E

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin

Pairing(s):  Eren Yeager/ Levi

Chapter Word Count: 5.3K

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Angst and Fluff and Smut, (British) Professor Levi, (American) Student Eren, Long Distance

Summary:

“You’re probably just into him for the accent.”

“It’s not that,” Eren argued. “It doesn’t hurt, but it’s so much more than that.”

Mikasa rolled her eyes. “Sure.”

Notes:

For my lovely @fluffymusketeer <3 Danni, I hope your eyes are well-rested and ready for more romance and smut. 

And a big thank you to @attraversiamo19 for continuing to be an incredible beta, and to @erensjaegerbombs for coming on board as a beta/smut consultant. You guys are the best! (And to @dreamxxdream for continuing to read and give encouragement on early drafts <3333.) 

Read chapter 4 on Ao3 or under the cut. Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | chapter 3 on Tumblr.

It was a bit ridiculous to have this amount of rage coursing through someone’s body just from a simple piece of paper containing an ad. Said ad, which was printed on a pastel pink 20# bond stock, sat on Levi’s kitchen table. The flyer stared up at him, taunting him with the worst design he had ever seen in his entire life.

If the choice of color wasn’t horrendous enough.. what kind of person uses 8 different neon colors while printing on a color stock?

Honestly though, the font alone was enough to have Levi clenching the paper in his palm with pure annoyance.

Comic sans followed up with bits of papyrus.

The two single worst fonts that someone could choose in the entire world. Of all the choices, of all the millions of choices, this fucker choose those. It was like the ad was designed by a 5 year old, through Levi thought that even a child would have better taste than this.

The idiot designer put all of their images in the bottom right hand corner of the add. Some of them were still covered in watermarks with white squares around them that the creator didn’t bother to crop out when they stole the clipart from Google. White squares on pink paper meant pink squares, which looked horrendous with the full color background they were attempting to pull off.

Zero white space.

Terrible font choice.

Watermarked clipart.

All crammed together in one disgusting flyer.

If Levi had been working he would have ignored the sound of it being slipped under his door. Unfortunately for him, it was Saturday afternoon and he was bored. He waited a few hours before he decided to confront the creators of the ad.

With the flyer in hand, Levi marched his way down to the business it was attempting to advertise a restaurant he had passed by a million times but never bothered to stop at. He didn’t even know what they served, just that the outside looked bland and wasn’t enough to pique his interest enough to actually step inside.

Levi pushed the door open and cringed at the bell that rang above him, if you wanted to know when someone came into the store keep someone up front. It only took a moment for someone to step out from the back.

The man that greeted him was taller than Levi, it felt like he had a good foot over the dark haired designer. He wore an apron, implying that he not only helped the customers but cooked their meals as well. His hair was pulled back into a messy bun, strands fell out in some places that Levi wanted to reach up and tuck away. Everything about him looked delicious. His deeply tan colored skin reminded Levi of a spiced hot chocolate, like a rippling liquid that was forming into toned arms and strong shoulders.

As things like this tended to go, it was his eyes that nearly killed Levi on the spot. A mix between blue and green, some kind of ocean tinted teal that sparkled at Levi as he approached him.

On the inside Levi was begging for this gorgeous man not to be the one that created such a fucking piece of-

“Oh! You have my flyer!”

Fuck.

God, his smile was even worse. Levi could feel his little gay heart pounding in his chest as a result of the tanned stranger in front of him. Those eyes, that smile - he was a fucking goner.

Levi nodded, his fist gripped onto the paper so tightly he was afraid he would rip it to shreds.

“Yes. It’s a piece of shit.”

The boy stepped back from Levi, his smiled dropped into one of utter defeat. Levi felt like he just kicked a fucking puppy.

“That bad, huh?” Ocean eyes sighed, his hand came up to run at the back of his neck. “Business isn’t great..” he mumbled and gestured around the empty restaurant. “My ma wanted to try the flyer, see if we could get some people in here. I don’t even know how to use Google let alone some design program.”

“What even is this restaurant?” Levi questioned and waved the flyer in front of the kids face. “You’ve got a pictures of meat, a stove, and what the hell is this one supposed to be?”

“Rice.”

“It looks like maggots.” Levi crumpled the ad up and held it out to the guy who took it from him.

Levi had never seen someone look so dejected before, someone so down on themselves that they’re just going to give up. He was planning on going down there and ripping into the idiot that would give out such shitty flyers. But now..

“Let me design you a new one.” It slipped out before Levi was even aware it was happening.

“I can’t pay you.”

“So feed me.”

-

And that was how Levi dug himself into a bottomless pit of pining that he wasn’t sure he could ever climb out of.

The kids name was Eren, he just turned 18. Just turned 18. This made Levi exactly twice his age and made his crush on the boy even more unprofessional. Not that it was professional to be fed in return for design work but Levi wasn’t complaining.

Because holy fuck.

Have you ever had freshly fried samosas with a side of a grinning Eren? No? There’s literally no better thing on Earth.

Eren loved introducing Levi to his native cuisine, which turned out to be Indian. His mother worked her ass off and brought her family to the states before Eren was even born. The restaurant had only been open a few years, it was his mother’s dream and one that was unfortunately failing.

Levi decided to start from scratch. He wasn’t a business major, so he couldn’t tell them how much they should be charging for their dishes - but he was smart enough to know they weren’t charging enough.

First was the menu. Levi couldn’t wait to show Eren and his mother the prints as soon as he got them. It was more expensive than he was willing to admit, but Levi was paid well for the other jobs he worked on - what was a few hundred dollars on custom menu books? It was worth every penny to see Eren’s smile.

Then the business cards. A simple eye catching design with deep reds and gold foil for their newly designed logo. Ok maybe the foil was a touch too much and made Levi’s eyes cross at the price, but Eren’s mother adored it. Karla’s smile was almost as heartwarming as Eren’s.

But Levi wasn’t in love with Karla.

From there Levi just helped with every little thing that he could, while gaining weight in the process. They repainted their walls to match Levi’s color scheme, refurbished the furniture so they wouldn’t have to buy new sets, they did every possible thing they could think of to try to increase business. Levi felt like he was on an episode of ‘Kitchen Nightmares’ minus the horrible cooking. Karla said Levi cursed enough to be considered their own little dark haired Gordon Ramsey.

He spent a bit of every day with Eren. Even if it was only a few minutes, it was enough for Levi. They would hug each other when Levi left, each time lasting a little bit longer than the last. They would step in closer, grip a litter harder, and both of them sighed in happiness the second they were in each other’s arms.

All that was left was the flyer.

Which Levi had completed weeks ago, had printed, and was sitting at his condo waiting to be delivered.

“How are the flyers coming along?” Eren placed a plate of food in front of Levi, the delicious smell pulled him away from his laptop where he was pretending to work on Eren’s ad.

“Shouldn’t be too much longer.” Levi lied and shoved his computer away to dive into the meal in front of him. “Just deciding on the final design.”

Eren hummed and sat down next to Levi, his own fork poked at Levi’s meal. It was dark out, the restaurant had closed about an hour ago but Levi was still there. He kept doing this. Staying after closing and helping Eren to clean up after all the customers had left.

Honestly they didn’t even need a flyer at this point, with Levi’s help they were able to turn the business around. Other restaurants in the area couldn’t compare with their homemade meals.

“You know..” Eren whispered and pulled Levi’s attention away from their now shared plate. “You can keep coming here after you’ve finished the flyers. I want you to.”

“I know.” Levi didn’t know.

“Then why are you working on that golf ball ad and pretending it’s my flyer?”

Whoops.

Levi leaned over and closed his laptop, but it was too late to act like he hadn’t been caught. Eren was smiling at him, not his usual shit eating grin. It was soft, warm, loving, and Levi was doing everything he could not to -

“Just kiss me already,” Eren chuckled and rolled his eyes at him.

The meeting ran late. Too many men slapping each other ontheir backs and chewing the fat. Eren was flagging, having a hard time decidingif he should grab his coat and leave or if he should wait for Erwin to dismisshim. He didn’t want to interrupt to ask, so he stood there in the corner, astranger to these celebrations. Being an assistant to a high powered figurelike Erwin Smith was incredibly exhausting. His stomach rumbled audibly and hewondered if he could sneak off to grab an energy bar.

“It’s getting late,” Mr. Smith said, catching sight of Eren’sdrooping head. “We should order some food.”

“I can’t sit in this stuffy board room anymore,” Pixisstretched, ignoring that the real reason it was so stuffy was the cigars theyhad lit in celebration. “Let’s go to Maria’s.”

“I—“ Eren stammered. “I don’t think you can get in without areservation.”

Pixis and Erwin stopped and let out sharp laugh, Erwinclapping Eren on the shoulder.

It turns out if you’re in a group with Dot Pixis andArchibald Balto you didn’t need a reservation. Maria’s was famous for sittingat the top of one of the largest buildings in Trost, offering an impressiveview of the bay below. And if that wasn’t enough of a pull, it offered livemusic by famous lounge artists. As they entered the restaurant the first thingthat pulled Eren’s eye was the giant crystal chandelier in the center of theroom. Below the glittering fixture was a raised white platform and sitting at agleaming polished Baby Grand was a confident pianist. Eren stared as Pixis andBalto dropped their coats into his hands. Erwin took his to the coat checkhimself and when he returned Eren was still staring wide eyed at the interior.

“Eren, the coats,” Erwin indicated and Eren jumped to handthem over to the smiling woman behind the coat check.

Ahh! Another good prompt! I’m so sorry these are taking so long! I hope the wait has been worth it and that you enjoy <3

Prompts 92 + 99: “You’re so clingy. I love it.” + “You got a cute butt.”

Part 1 of A Book of Drunk Eren (ft. Sober Levi)

Summary: Drunk Eren. Sober Levi. What could possibly go wrong?

Eren was curled tightly against Levi’s side, mind foggy and clouded with the effects of his heavy drinking. Though both Eren and Levi had a strong tolerance for alcohol, Eren had drank too much too fast, more than he usually did. It left him feeling clingy and cuddly for his Levi, feeling needy for his attention and affection as he attached himself to his sober boyfriend.

“You’re so clingy, I love it.” Levi chuckled, keeping his arms wrapped around the young man’s waist with his chin resting atop his head. Levi would never admit that he squeaked when he felt Eren’s hands drift down his body to squeeze at his ass, but he totally did. “Watch the hands, brat. You might just lose them.”

Eren was humming some mindless tune, giggling at the older man’s empty threat. “But, baby…” he hiccuped, head lulling and nuzzling against Levi’s chest. “You got a cute butt. Please don’t hide my hands.”

Levi rolled his eyes at the way Eren’s words slurred almost unintelligibly, but found his childish plea adorable. “Maybe I don’t want you to touch my butt. Ever think of that? Maybe you’re assaulting me.” But that could never be true. Unless they were in front of friends or family, there was never a time where Levi minded him doing this.

Eren continued to squeeze and caress Levi’s ass, completely unfazed by what the other man was saying, meeting his eyes for the first time since he had gotten so utterly smashed. “I don’t have any salt, baby. And it wouldn’t matter anyway because you’re always salty.”

Levi’s face fell into a frown, once again rolling his glinting silver eyes to hide the amusement buried there. “You’re something else, brat. I’m so done with you.”

“Nooooo,” Eren pouted, practically launching himself in his boyfriends lap, lanky limbs flailing as he wrapped himself around Levi like a baby koala clinging to its mother. “I need you to be the opposite of done with me. Not done. Never done!”

“Beg for forgiveness and maybe I’ll reconsider.”

“How about I suck your dick instead?”

Levi paused and looked down at Eren with a look of bewilderment, but all Eren did was click his tongue and wink suggestively. “You have no idea what you’re saying right now, do you?”

Eren looked perplexed at the sudden questioning of his integrity, thinking it over long and hard. “Nope!” he finally giggled, popping the ‘p’ sound on the end. Levi couldn’t contain a breathless laugh at that, and leaned forward to press his lips softly against Eren’s.

When Levi pulled away, ignoring Eren’s pout and groans of disapproval, he reached over to grab a glass of water from the coffee table. “Drink it. You need to stay hydrated or it’s going to be hell when you wake up in the morning.”

“I’m not going to wake up, Leeeevi.” Eren giggled, booping Levi’s nose with a dopey grin.

Raising his eyebrows in question, Levi continued to hold the water out to his languid love. “Oh? And why the fuck not?”

“Because I’m not going to sleep!” Eren cheered, his glazed and bloodshot eyes bright with mischief and determination. “Sleep is for nooby-boobies. I’m not a nooby-booby.”

Levi bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing, taking a deep breath before shaking his head. “Eren, you’re going to sleep if I have to drag you to bed and knock you out with a frying pan.”

But Levi knew talking to a drunk Eren was like talking to a brick wall.

Hell, talking to a completely sober Eren was like talking to a brick wall sometimes.

Eren’s face fell flat as he released his grip from around Levi, (Levi would never admit that he missed Eren’s hands on his ass. Never.), and crossed his arms over his chest. “No,” he said definitively, his teal eyes challenging Levi to argue further. “I refuse.”

Levi sighed in defeat, but knew exactly what he had to do now.

“I’ll let you suck my dick.”

Eren took the water and chugged it down in a few gulps.

It all started with the banana bread Eren had left on his neighbor’s doorstep. The man just moved in and Eren wanted to welcome him to town. But when he went to knock on the door, no one answered. He waited what felt like five minutes before he went back inside and grabbed a sticky note, writing a polite note complete with a little heart and left the bread on the man’s doormat. 

However, Eren didn’t expect for there to be a note left on his door complimenting his baking skills. It made Eren feel a little giddy and he went straight to his kitchen to work on some cookies to leave at the man’s door next with another note of course. 

It had been going on for almost three months. The two men didn’t even see each other in person until a month in since they never crossed paths and their schedules were so vastly different. Eren took in the sight of his neighbor and how hot he was. He had multiple piercings in both ears, snakebites, a septum piercing and hiding behind his fringe, Eren was pretty sure there was an eyebrow ring too. His arms were littered in different colorful tattoos but Eren only got glimpses before a leather jacket was pulled on over his body. 

He always gave Eren a little smile when they walked by each other in the hallway, despite the fact that he didn’t really look like one to smile. The man was Eren’s complete opposite; while he wore dark colors and looked intimidating, Eren wore bright, pastel colored, oversized sweaters and leggings complete with flower hair clips and fun chokers. 

Levi was his neighbor’s name, or, at least that’s what he had been introduced as on a sticky note one evening after Eren had just gotten back from a long shift at the restaurant. 

‘Bright pink really brings out your eyes, 10/10 would like to see again

your neighbor

-Levi’

Eren felt his face heat up and turned his head to the door next to his own. Part of him was half expecting to see Levi standing there, waiting for Eren’s response, not that Eren had one. He was shocked. Flattered, but shocked. A smile came to his face and he walked inside his apartment, placing the note down on the pile of the others he had received. 

He’d gotten other compliments, ones about his cooking and baking skills since the walls were thin and Levi could almost always smell whatever Eren was making and usually Eren left his neighbor a little treat at his doorstep at the end of the night. They’ve shared jokes and bantered back and forth, Eren’s even gotten a compliment on his singing whenever he jammed out thinking Levi wasn’t home. 

Levi was a quiet neighbor, didn’t do much or have many people over so there wasn’t much for Eren to compliment but Levi assured him one day with an extra sticky note that Eren didn’t have to. He still felt back though, because the man had been so nice to him, Eren wanted to pay him back somehow and giving him more goodies was surely not going to do the trick after a while. 

‘If this is your way of saying you want to see me more, then you should just ask

from your cute neighbor, 

- Eren <3′

With a blush on his cheeks, Eren hurried next door and placed the sticky note above the peephole and knocked loudly before ushering back into his own apartment. He waited for the sound of Levi’s door to open and he held his breath and slapped a hand over his mouth to hide his smile (from no one since he lived alone) when he heard Levi snort. 

There was a silence before there was a knock at Eren’s door and he jumped. He peeked through the peephole and sure enough, there was Levi. Eren silently freaked out for a moment, panic surging through his body. They’d only ever talked through sticky notes and even though Eren could already consider the man a friend since it had been three months, Eren was nervous about talking to the man in person. 

He took a moment to adjust his hair in the mirror and smooth over the wrinkles in his sweater. Thankfully he hadn’t taken off his skinny jeans yet so he was presentable to the shorter man. Taking in a deep breath, Eren opened the door and smiled. 

“Funny seeing you here,” he said, leaning against the door. 

Levi doesn’t say anything for a moment, admiring Eren before he looked down at the note in his hand. Eren waited patiently, blinking with big eyes and he bit his bottom lip teasingly. He watched as Levi’s breath hitched and when their eyes met, Eren knew Levi felt the spark too. 

“I’d love to see more of you,” Levi blurted only for his eyes to widen at the statement and his face flushed darkly. Eren giggled, listening as Levi tried to backtrack his way out of what he said. “I mean—shit, I-I would love to see you more, not more of you—though I wouldn’t mind that either—fuck.” He ran a hand through his hair and kept his face to the side. 

“Do you want to get dinner sometime?” Eren asked, feeling a little bad at how flustered Levi was. His eyes shoot up to meet Eren’s and he nods, a sigh of relief leaving his mouth. 

“Yeah, yeah I’d like that. A lot.” Eren smiled. 

“Tomorrow at seven?”