Laika's Extras

Ereri - A Book By Its Cover

Now this one my tossers came from a marvellous tag on Tumblr from foxicology (follow that bish she's awesome :D) called the 'pastel Eren tag'. Check it out if you want fluff and cuteness! >.< Anyway this one was created listening to 'Making Memories of Us' by Keith Urban. Based of my own prompt in the tag ;) Contains pastel!genderfluid!Eren and punk!Levi. Enjoy!

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Eren bit his lip as he scanned through the rack of skirts, matching each colour in his head with the cute blouses and tops he had at home.

Today he was a boy, but that didn't stop him from stopping at the thrift store down the road to check out the new clothes they had in.

He eyed a rose pink pleated skirt near the end, holding up the sky blue one in contrast, deciding between the two.

The pink was cute, and really would look nice with almost anything in his wardrobe, but the blue was brighter, more cheerful, and hugged his curves, and was a little cheaper.

It was a tough decision because he liked them both. Sighing, he took the pink one from the rack instead, just thinking 'fuck it' - he didn't often treat himself to new clothes, since he had only really felt comfortable enough with himself to start wearing girls clothes a few months ago, but this is something he wanted, so he plucked up the courage, griping the skirt hanger carefully as he looked around for the till.

His eyes widened when he noticed he cashier.

The one staring right at him.

He was dressed in black skinny jeans, that looked almost painted on they were so tight, and a grey tank top hung of him loosely, his arms crossed as he leaned against the counter, showing off his bulging biceps, which were littered in tattoos, each intricate design weaving into the next perfectly.

He had a silver stud in each ear, his lip pierced on the left side of his mouth, jet black hair styled in a severe undercut that only accented his steely silver eyes, which were currently observing Eren.

Eren gulped, averting his gaze. He tugged at the sleeves of his pink sweater nervously, curling them into sweater paws in his fists, gnawing on his lip anxiously.

He could always pretend the skirts were for a girlfriend or something, if the cashier asked, right? No, that wouldn't work. He had seen Eren hold them up to himself, checking if they were the right size.

He looked up again at the cashier, who was now absentmindedly flicking through a magazine, and sighed, reaching up to adjust his flower crown, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

He could do this. Fuck what anyone else thinks, this was his life, his body, he could dress how he liked and be whoever he wanted to be, damned what anyone else thought.

He repeated this over and over in his head like a mantra as he nervously walked to the counter, waiting behind an elderly man paying for a pair of slacks.

The cashier rang up the customers order quickly, and as soon as Eren had mentally prepared himself, he was up next.

He set the skirt down on the counter, blushing a little as he pulled out his wallet ready to pay. The cashier - Levi as his name tag stated - looked down at the skirt, eyebrow raised.

He looked back up at Eren, lips pursed in a tight line, eyes shamelessly scanning up and down Eren's body, scrutinising everything about his appearance.

Eren bit his cheek as he held in a small whimper, trying his best not to break down at the piercing gaze of the tough looking man.

Levi hummed, glancing from Eren to the skirt and back again, his face blank and searching. Eren couldn't take the judgement, shakily pulling out his credit card from his wallet as quickly as he could.