Living Together: Extras

Awkward Levi

A/N: Helloo! Hope you guys like these. Each of these parts are one-shot stories. They aren't in chronological order. Think of them as memories you watch on home-made video. You can get a better feel of them if you read the main fic "Living Together". But I made it so that it isn't nessary. Ratings differ per part. Please enjoy.

- Zerolr -

Rating: T (Toliet humor, language)

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This is going to be the last time I ever eat at a Mexican restaurant. Whatever's in that chili is out to destroy my insides... 

Levi sat on the toilet one evening holding his face in his hand and the other across his stomach. Mikasa was already sleeping in the bedroom and Levi was living through seven hells at two am in the morning.  

Earlier in the evening was a nice elegant dinner, the first formal date since they started their romantic relationship. Mikasa surprised him wearing a simple red elegant dress and black pumps.  

She looked amazing in red. Her thighs in those heels just made his mind spin. He had thoughts throughout the date of covering her body in kisses when they got home. And much more. 

But his bowels had other plans. 

"Uuuughhh," he groaned. 

He felt that gargle in his gut, the dribbling of shit splashing into the porcelain bowel. His face looking like he's ready to commit murder.  

Never again. Never again. It was a horrible idea. How can she just sleep it off? What, is her stomach made out of steel? What the fuck was in that shit?! 

"Oh fuckin god make it stop," he cried, as he bent over his both arms wrapped around his abdomen.  

It's poison. It's fuckin poison. I'm going to find that man. That fucking cook. I will kill him. He will die. Someone must die. I'll take the waiter too. As a matter of fact-I will get the manger that runs that place. I will put it out of business. I will burn the fucking building to the ground. 

"Huuggh god nooo," His head was bent low enough to land on his knees.  

The last spasm of pain finally left him, complete with a couple of farts it was over. He felt liberated. Like he was released from some eternal damnation.  

After flushing, Levi reached over to his right for the toilet paper. 

He froze. His face went pale and grave as death. 

"No. You're fucking kidding me..." he grumbled seeing the empty stick. There wasn't even a toilet roll. He always made sure to throw it out. It was his peeve to see it hanging there. Levi cursed himself now for it. He was willing to even use that if it came down to it.  

Wait. There must be some in the downstairs bathroom. I just- 

And then he remembered. They were out of toilet paper. In the morning Mikasa was in charge of buying a pack.  

"Fuck. Fuck," He muttered his mind ticking while his sat there glued to the toilet seat.  

There was only one solution to this problem. 

"MIKASA!!!"  

Levi waited. One minute. Two. No sound of movement, nothing.  

"Mikasa! Mikasa!!! He shouted one more. Again nothing. 

I forgot that she sleeps like a sack of bricks, he thought. 

"GOD-damnit! Mikasaaaaaa!"  

Moments later, the bathroom door opens slowly, and Mikasa stood there wrapped in her chiffon night robe. She was still wearing her push up and black lacy boyshorts, for a night that obviously never happened. Her mane was ruffled in bedhead style, while her baggy eyes squinted to the bright light of the bathroom.