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27. “I’m pregnant.”

When he wakes up the next morning, he’s fully at ease for a moment or two, wrapped up in the soft sheets that hold an unusual yet so comforting scent that he wants to do nothing more than to just stay there for the rest of his life.

Of course, reality eventually hits Levi when he realizes that this isn’t his bed.

The first thing that gives it away is the fact that his head is propped up on two pillows. Everybody knows that just one pillow is optimal, and in fact, Levi doesn’t even own any more than just one. The second thing, which ultimately causes him to crack his eyes open, is the faint sound of something that resembles vomiting carrying over from the bathroom.

The thought of someone throwing up in his bathroom is rather disconcerting, so of course he staggers up, only to discover that this isn’t his room, either. By extension, the bathroom where someone’s currently blowing chunks doesn’t belong to him either, which makes the whole situation a little better, he supposes.

On second thought, maybe not, because now as he blinks away the last few traces of sleep, he realizes that this is Eren’s room. And by that logic, the person vomiting in the bathroom must be Eren.

Very slowly, last night’s events return to him. They’d downed a few drinks and played some video games, nothing too unusual, but at some point it all becomes a blur, no matter how much Levi tries to strain his memory.

What he does remember is bare tanned skin thrumming under his fingertips and lidded emerald eyes staring him down and drawing him in deeper, and holy hell, he’d fucked Eren last night, hadn’t he?

Yes. Yes, he had.

The details aren’t all that clear to him, but he distinctly recalls having Eren cling on to him, nails digging into his shoulders and his body responding to Levi’s every touch so beautifully, as if he was made for Levi to hold and play with. It’s a shame that he doesn’t remember that much since he’s spent a good few nights pining after Eren and imagining what he might look like when coming undone.

Fantasies aside, now that he’s actually done the unthinkable with his roommate, he’ll probably have to deal with the aftermath. His limbs feel so heavy as he stumbles up from the bed and retrieves his clothes from where they’re scattered around the floor, taking an excessively long time dressing himself. Each second that he spends fiddling with his zipper means more time before he’ll have to knock on that bathroom door and face the consequences.

Feeling nervous is fucking stupid, Levi tries to tell himself. They’d shared an apartment for, what, almost a year now? How much could one drunken hookup really change?

Okay, to be fair, it’s not really just last night that has him so antsy. It’s the fact that Eren’s been consistently occupying his thoughts for the last year or so and it’s gotten to the point where it’s kinda hard to function whenever he happens to be in the same room with Levi because his damn puppy dog eyes and blindingly bright smile make Levi trip over his words like a teenager.

Luckily there’s a sturdy bathroom door between them now or Levi’s sure he’d be unable to form any words. “Hey. Eren,” he calls out as he knocks on the door and receives a faint gurling noise in response.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Eren eventually mumbles. “I feel awful.”

“Yeah,” Levi agrees, though he’s not sure if it’s the same kind of awful they’re feeling. He has to clear his throat a few times before he gets out the next words, and even then they sound a bit feeble. “Are you coming out? We need to talk.”

Eren gives a dry laugh. “Coming out. Get it?” There’s a moment of silence during which Levi stares blankly at the wooden surface. “It’s a gay joke. Which I probably am right now. Gay, that is.”

“Okay, yeah,” Levi starts off. As someone who’s been through that initial panic years ago, he can’t exactly claim to relate to Eren. “Do you think you’ll be done throwing up soon?”

“I don’t know, I feel really queasy.” Maybe he’s just imagining it, but he thinks he hears Eren give a faint sniffle. “What if…” There’s a heavy pause and he can all but feel the hysteria emanating from the other side of the door. “I’m pregnant. Fuck, did we use a condom?”

Out of all the things he would’ve expected to hear, that is probably the dumbest one. “First of all, it doesn’t happen that quickly,” Levi sighs as he leains his forehead on to the door. His crush is an idiot. A lovable idiot at that, but still an idiot. “Second, I think we did. There’s about five used ones laying around on the floor. I counted.”

“Five?” Eren echoes, voice rising just a bit. “No wonder I can barely walk.”

“Third, and I can’t believe I’m the one who has to break this to you,” Levi goes on, ignoring the interruption, “it doesn’t work that way when you have two dicks. Our genitals are incompatible in that sense. You’re just hungover.”

“Well, they were compatiblating just fine last night, don’t you think?” Eren states in an almost mocking tone. Judging by the sounds, he’s moved to rinse off his mouth.

“That’s not even a word,” Levi points out, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly.

You’re not a word,” comes the genius rebuttal, and now Levi manages to even crack a smile. At least Eren’s still being his usual self.

They’re both quiet for a while, perhaps waiting for something. Eventually it’s Levi who breaks the silence.

“Do you hate me now?” he asks, not sure if he wants to know the answer.

Eren gives a sigh, and it sounds like he’s standing right by the door as well, maybe even leaning against it in a similar position. “I could never hate you,” he replies with just a touch of uncertainty in his voice. “I just… have no idea what to do.”

“How about you come out first?” Levi suggests, surprising even himself with how calm he sounds. “We’ll work it out. Together. If you want to, that is.”

“I do want,” Eren replies earnestly. “God, do I ever.”

“Come out then. It’s fine.” His hand curls over the doorhandle, holding on for support. “It’s just me.”

The sound of the lock snapping open from the inside echoes through the messy room, and while it’s only the beginning, Levi thinks that they’ll be alright.

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Somewhere in the world it’s already 24th, so… HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LAWLESS-CHAAAAN~~~ My precious dorky vamprire boy <//333 ♥ ♥

Ah, you know this was going to happen, right? Why yes, yet another comic thingy to celebrate~ A little less cheesy this time, but A LOT more nonsense(?). Hahaha oops, sorry :’)

So, keep reading for the OTP stuff~ andpleasedon'tjudgeme(?)

**WARNING: Careful with the nsfw-ish stuff towards the end. Also, LONG post.

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ieatkitcat  asked:

omg are you doing prompts?? #38 with Ereri pretty please? <3 (only if you want to of course. ^^)

38. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

He comes to slowly, but instead of seeing vast blue sky above him, he’s met with the familiar stone ceiling above his bed. After a few moments of confusion, it all comes back to him, or at least parts of it – they’d been outside training as usual, and the last thing Eren remembers is sparring with Jean. After that there’s a huge gap in his memory, and now he’s here, back in his bed.

Sitting up takes significant effort since his head is spinning wildly and his whole body feels like lead. In fact, he’s only halfway there when a familiar voice calling out to him makes him stop in his tracks.

“Careful,” Levi says from where he’s seated at the foot of the bed, eyes closely trained on him. “How are you feeling?”

“What,” Eren starts off as he clambers up, now all too awake. There are a million thoughts running through his head at once and arraging them all into coherent form feels far too challenging. “What happened?”

The confusion must be written all over his face since Levi places a comforting hand by his leg. “You fainted. Straight into my arms,” he replies. “You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“I fainted?” Eren repeats, his voice sounding so feeble to his own ears. Slight panic washes over him as he attempts to rise to his feet but is kept firmly in place by Levi’s grip.

“Don’t move,” he orders, giving Eren a stern look. “You’re only gonna make it worse.”

“No, it’s fine,” Eren claims. It’s probably not fine since he feels like he might topple over any moment now, but they’d just been in the middle of training and he’d promised to do some titan experiments afterwards and if he’s late again they won’t have enough daylight to keep going. “I’ll just walk it off, no worries.”

“No, you won’t. Stay.” There’s a sharp edge in Levi’s voice that makes Eren stay where he is. “Did you have lunch?”

“Of course I did, you sat at the table with me,” he scoffs. Yes, they’d both been sitting at the table, but to be honest, Eren had been in such a hurry that he’d excused himself after just a couple of spoonfuls of the flavorless potato soup. “You’re overreacting.”

With a long-suffering sigh, Levi reaches towards the table perched next to the bed, and it isn’t until now that Eren notices the small plate that’s apparently been waiting for him. On it are slices of what looks like apples, along with a generous chunk of bread and some butter.

“Eat,” Levi says, plucking up one of the slices and all but thrusting it towards his mouth.

Eren stares at it incredulously for a moment, but in the end he cracks his mouth open and allows Levi to feed the slice of apple to him. It tastes pleasantly sour and refreshing, and soon Levi’s holding an another one up to his mouth.

“I can eat by myself, you know,” Eren points out, but eats it as offered anyway.

“I know,” Levi replies. His thumb strokes over Eren’s cheek, and as Eren meets his gaze, he can see an unusual amount of concern in those eyes. “But will you?”

“Fine, whatever.” But just because he doesn’t feel like playing nice, Eren throws in an impudent roll of his eyes for good measure as he takes the plate from Levi. “I’ll eat it. But I’m still doing experiments with Hanji later.”

Levi doesn’t say anything to that, nearly leans closer to brush his lips over Eren’s forehead. “You scared us,” he states, something unrecognizable laced in his voice.

“Sorry,” Eren breathes out. His fingers search out Levi’s and hold on tight. “I should be more careful, huh.”

“You should,” Levi states pointedly, nudging him with mock annoyance. “Or else I’m gonna have to start keeping you on a leash every day to make sure you don’t run off and hurt yourself.”

“Kinky,” he comments with a grin and receives an agitated glare in response.

“Eat up and rest for a while, then you can go help Sasha make dinner,” Levi states, hovering close to him for a moment before he draws away. “We’re done training for today, anyway.”

“Thank you,” Eren murmurs, taking Levi’s hand in his and lightly trailing his lips over Levi’s knuckles. “For looking after me.”

“Goodness knows you need it,” Levi sighs and places one last kiss into his hair before going, and Eren’s left there with apples and bread and a dumb little smile lingering on his face.

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IT’S OUR FAVORITE ANGEL’S BIRTHDAY, GUYS!!!!! *。ヾ(。>v<。)ノ゙*。 ♥♥♥

And of course I couldn’t miss this chance to make yet anther fancomic (・ω・三・ω・) inspired in @rubyleaf‘s Greed Pair holiday headcanons. I wanted to include everything you described, rly, but time caught up and since I’m super slow person and I don’t know what I’m doing(?), I had to shorten it ww

Ok, I got a little carried away… I wanted to make it short and not too cheesy, but well… stuff happened(?) haha i’m sorry? orz

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hey not so quick question what are yalls opinion of non-japanese asian people calling themselves weebs and generally doing the whole using japanese language/culture as an aesthetic thing. like on one hand theres definitely some fetishization and appropriation going on but also bc of how terrible japanese imperialism was/is and how it colonized so many other asian countries i feel like. the cultural colonization and the colorism that still permeates a lot of asian culture is so prevalent so it almost is understandable in that japanese culture would be forced to be celebrated/seen as the ideal? and also bc the western world idealizes light skinned east asian people/culture and demonizes others it sort of dictates what is supposedly “acceptable” asian culture and what isn’t. idk if this is true and im not trying to speak for anyone i’ve just noticed some non-japanese asian people, especially other east asian people trying to justify their weeb tendencies because “they’re asian too so it’s fine”. again i’m definitely not trying to attack anyone or claim that i know shit about fuck im just curious

chibisailorjupiter  asked:

New to your blog. Are ouroboros your cos? if so is there a character info sheet?

hello !! welcome to my blog !!

yep ouroboros is my oc though! :’) they don’t have an official sheet (which i should really get to making considering they’ve been around for like… seven years now OTL) but you can read a bit about them under the cut!

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mostly-naruto-deactivated201509  asked:

HI!! OH WOW, OH MY GOSH YOUR ART IS SO SO SOSOSOSOSOSO A.M.A.Z.I.N.G!!!! You have incredible talent! oh how i envy you... hahaha uhm this is probably gonna sound REALLY weird but y'know when you draw clothes, HOW DO YOU KNOW WHERE TO PUT CREASES/WRINKLES??? I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO PERFECT THE SKILL FOR SUCH A LONG TIME BUT IT NEVER EVER WORKS!! Sorry if i wasted your time *blushes* BUT YEAH YOUR ART IS GREAT *0*

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anonymous asked:

For the inheritance thing I would love to read #6 with literally anyone

6.  “you died and left me to repay a bunch of really weird IOUs”

sorry for the wait anon! enjoy some hidasaku!!


By no means did Sakura feel obligated to repay the extensive list of bizarre IOU’s her great-great uncle had left her - all meticulously detailed and listed in a journal that Sakura had mistaken for a cookbook when she’d been going through the old coot’s attic - but, if she wanted to get rid of that damned rune burned onto her palm and the demon haunting her apartment, it looked like she was shit out of luck until she finished repaying his debts.

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