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My other blog to restart is up! It’s the same url as before lol. It’s got nothing on it atm, and I’m planning on reposting some stuff I want to continue, but I’ll start to post on that one soon enough, writing or fanart or whatever XD.
Idk if I’ll keep this as an archive or delete it; I’ll figure that out eventually.
My other blog to restart is up! It’s the same url as before lol. It’s got nothing on it atm, and I’m planning on reposting some stuff I want to continue, but I’ll start to post on that one soon enough, writing or fanart or whatever XD.
Idk if I’ll keep this as an archive or delete it; I’ll figure that out eventually.
This blog has been at a standstill and I’ve been struggling. I think another fresh new start would do me some good, so I’ll probably start working on that tonight or tomorrow. I’ll probably archive this Jean like my other one lol, at least for a while.
I’m gonna be more selective in who I follow this time around but if you would like to interact on there, like this to let me know~
This blog has been at a standstill and I’ve been struggling. I think another fresh new start would do me some good, so I’ll probably start working on that tonight or tomorrow. I’ll probably archive this Jean like my other one lol, at least for a while.
I’m gonna be more selective in who I follow this time around but if you would like to interact on there, like this to let me know~
This blog has been at a standstill and I’ve been struggling. I think another fresh new start would do me some good, so I’ll probably start working on that tonight or tomorrow. I’ll probably archive this Jean like my other one lol, at least for a while.
I’m gonna be more selective in who I follow this time around but if you would like to interact on there, like this to let me know~
♔ ♧ ♠ pick one lol XD
MEME. || Finding your muse wearing their clothes.
Eren sits up, yawning. The arm wrapped around him slides down and settles in his lap with the blankets hugging his waist. Beside him, he can hear Jean’s deep breathing, and he reaches out to touch him gently, relieved that the pads of his fingers make contact with the soft skin of the other’s cheek instead of poking him in the eye like that one time they took a nap on his bed. They aren’t at his home this morning, though, but he’s alright. With how much time he spends over here, Jean’s place has started to become almost as familiar as his own.
Gently, so as not to disturb his boyfriend still sleeping, Eren maneuvers himself out from under the weight of the other’s arm, setting it down on the mattress as he eases his feet to the carpet. He does not remember where he tossed his shirt last night, so kneeling down, he runs his fingers over shaggy fibers until he touches something that feels like what he had worn yesterday. Pulling the top on, Eren grabs his cane, carefully makes his way to the door of the room, and closes it behind him.
It’s a while before he hears the door open again and bare footsteps padding across the floor. From where he is sitting at the table in the kitchen, drinking a glass of milk, he hears his name called, and he answers with an “I’m over here” to save Jean the trouble of finding him on his own.
“You look cute,” Eren hears Jean say as he enters the kitchen. “Decided to wear my shirt today instead of yours, huh?” Eren’s expression twists with confusion, and the look on his face is met by the sound of laughter. “You must’ve grabbed it by mistake.”
Eren chuckles, running the fabric of the garment more deliberately between his fingers. “Whoops. I thought this felt a little different. I can take it off if it bothers you.”
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Colors in the Dark
jaegerheit:
Eren stood in the doorway of his apartment, hand stilled on the knob, and felt his chest tighten. Plans of spending the day getting away from his problems were knocked out of his head by the sight of his boyfriend in the hallway, looking him up and down with a mixed expression of shock and confusion. The purse he had been going through to find his keys slipped out of weak fingers and fell to the floor with a loud thud. Eren hardly registered it, petrified as he was at being caught.
Why didn’t Jean call him before coming over?
“Uh,” he muttered, kneeling down to pick up his bag. A few things had spilled out, and he reached for them quickly, eyes focused on the carpet. Jean sounded normal, and Eren tried to keep his voice as steady as he could. It was hard, though, what with the way it wavered, and his breathing struggled to support. “I was about to go shopping for a bit. I thought you were gonna be busy today…” As much as he wanted to stay hunched over on his knees, avoiding his boyfriend’s gaze, Eren knew he had to get up eventually and face him. Back onto his feet, he glanced at what looked like a strawberry cake Jean held in his hands. “You can, uh, come inside with that if you want.”
“Thanks. Sorry for intruding…I should’ve texted, but I was so damn excited! I basically rushed here.” A laugh escaped his lips, and he gave his boyfriend a smile. The dialogue was normal, yes, but Jean quickly noticed that Eren wasn’t looking him in the eye. From that deduction alone, it was obvious that Eren was wishing that Jean didn’t arrive at his doorstep, and that he didn’t want him to see him wearing that outfit, either.
It was shocking, but if Eren wanted to crossdress….why the hell did it matter? He was still Eren, whether or not he was in a skirt or a dress. Besides, as he said to Eren, he looked cute as hell. Striding into the doorway, Jean gently placed the cake on Eren’s kitchen counter, removing the cover and taking in the sweet aroma that it gave off. Grabbing two of Eren’s smaller plates and a pair of forks, Jean paused and turned to his boyfriend.
“Oh….did you want to eat this now, or after we go shopping? I mean…if you want me to go shopping with you. If not, it’s fine. I just remember how much fun we had shopping for skirts and dresses last time.” Jean smiled a bit at Eren, hoping that it would ease Eren’s tension and give him a wave of relief.
The Powers That Be
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“Good job today, Jean. That guy really put us on quite the chase, but that didn’t stop you. I thought for sure we were gonna lose him.”
“Lose a perp? Hah. Since when have I let that happen, Marco? No asshole is gonna get past me.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. There’s no denying you’re good at what you do though; I’m glad you’re my partner.”
“Yeah, me too. Have a good night now, got it? Tell Mina I said hi.”
“You too, Jean, and I will. see you tomorrow, bright and early.”
A beep ends the conversation as he presses the hang-up button, and Jean turns left into the driveway of his house. God, the exhaustion from chasing that robber for a while caught up to him for sure…he didn’t know when to quit until his body hit the pavement, did he? Sure, Jean’s body is in shape, but sprinting on a high speed chase down the strip mall back into some hidden suburb behind it uses up his store of energy. That only happened after stopping another guy earlier in his shift who decided it’d be a good idea to try and speed away from him after refusing to be pulled over for speeding. Exhausted enough to not even bother parking in his garage, Jean opens his car door, grabs his bag and his phone, and meanders his way onto the concrete pathway and up the few steps that lead to his porch. A shower and crawling right into bed sounds great….especially with being put on duty at seven thirty the next morning.
However, those thoughts dissipate temporarily as his favorite girl in the universe greets him.
“Heya, Daisy! How’s my baby doing, huh?”
Bounding over to him excitedly, a happy bark resonating throughout the foyer, a German Shepherd puppy almost jumps into his arms as he crouches down to pet her ebony and golden fur. Of course Jean has his bias, but there’s no doubt about it- Daisy, as cute as a button, is the best damn dog in the universe.
“Looks like you missed me a lot today,” Jean chuckles, running his fingers through the soft fur behind her ears. Her tongue laps repeatedly over his face, giving her daddy the most eager of kisses, and Jean’s chuckle transforms into a full-blown laugh.
“Damn, the last time a girl kissed me this much was college. Let’s get you some dinner and then we can play a bit before daddy has to shower, okay?”
As if she understands English, Daisy barks in approval, and almost trips Jean as she gallops over to her food bowl. Her excitable nature and boundless energy make her adorable, but a lot of work; however, Jean doesn’t mind a bit. His energy levels, far below hers, may pose a problem to their playtime, but he knows he has to burn hers off somehow.
But fuck, he’s tired. He just needs some goddamn sleep.
As Daisy eats, Jean drags himself to his room and pulls off his stinky and slightly damp uniform, running a hand through his sweat-matted hair. A sigh escapes his lips….finally. He’s finally out of that fucking uniform, one he has been feeling disgusting in for an hour now, and he can cleanse himself of all his hard work in the shower. What a fucking relief.
Jean doesn’t bother with clothes as he emerges in only his dark blue boxer briefs, hearing the sound of little paws trotting around the tile of the kitchen into the carpeted floor of the family room. After playing tug of war and fetch for a half hour while simultaneously eating a Lean Cuisine roast beef and mashed potato meal, Jean decides that his exhaustion gets the better of him and he needs to turn in early.
He can take a shower tomorrow morning. He’s beat.
“Daisy, I’m gonna go to bed now. Wanna join me?”
His coaxing is ineffective, and Jean heads to bed by himself. After quite literally plopping down onto his bed with a thunk, the mattress sinking in to comfort him, he closes his eyes.
“Ah….that’s nice.”
The crispness and coolness of the sheets felt so damn good against his hot and sticky skin, the way an apple cider tastes on his tongue as the liquid flows down his throat. Fuck moving to put on a shirt tonight. In fact, fuck moving at all. He’s not getting up. Like comforting touches, his smooth, soft, silver sheets lull him to sleep quickly, and he dreams about himself and Daisy with a smile on his face.
kiss me lol.
MEME. || First three in my inbox get kisses. NOT ACCEPTING.
Kissing Jean is something Eren’s still trying to get used to.
He is used to the make-outs, the desperate slamming of each other against the walls, the passion-fueled grinding of their bodies, the clacking of their teeth and the twining of their tongues. He is used to seeing hickies on his skin when he wakes up in the morning and looks at himself in the mirror. He is used to feeling an aching lust, a burning desire to be closer to Jean, to let their arguments turn into something heavier, headier, and lead them wherever they wanted to go.
But Eren didn’t expect to end up here. He is sitting in Jean’s lap at Connie’s house. All the down-right confused looks they used to get from their friends had shifted into hardly anyone even batting an eye anymore. Jean’s arm wraps low around his waist to keep him steady, and Eren turns away from the football game on the TV to peer up at the other teen’s profile. A focused wrinkle etches across the skin of his forehead; annoyance at the scoreboard pulls the corners of his mouth downward, and Eren wants so badly to kiss him. Sweetly. Slowly. He wants to tell Jean with the smooth brush of their lips all about how his chest gets tight when he looks at him now, how he smiles when he thinks about him at night, alone in his bed, wishing that he was there too–how that shallow, four little word he used to feel had become so much more than he ever imagined.
Reaching out, Eren cups Jean’s cheek, and despite the initial noise of protest Jean utters at being forced to turn away from the game, Eren leans up and presses his lips to his, a blush blooming across the bridge of his nose at the sweetness of it all. He can’t believe Jean can make him red with an emotion other than anger. He never imagined that was possible.
So while Eren is still not used to any of this, he loves it, and he loves Jean.
And one day he’ll tell him all about that too.
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Colors in the Dark
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Jean didn’t even notice that he was speeding down the streets as he drove from Sina Modeling and Fashion Agency; he was too excited to slow down. Going 85 miles an hour down busy highways probably caused him to get some enemies on the road, but did he give a shit? No. As if someone gave him a big energy drink, Jean was at turbo-speed–whether it was his thoughts, his driving, or his emotions.
After hours upon hours of strenuous photography work, Jean finally got his dream job!
He finally received acceptance that he was their new photographer! It took four times, but that was fair–Sina was one of the most prestigious fashion institutions, and had models like the Levi Ackerman or the Hitch Dreyse working with them. Jean always imagined what it would like to photographing them; Levi Ackerman standing there in front of a desk, pulling slightly on a silk tie he was wearing for a suit company, giving the camera a look that asked anyone who stared at him if they’d like to be banged over his desk…that would be a shot that would drive his fans, including his boyfriend, absolutely wild.
His boyfriend’s apartment was where he was going, actually. It was a surprise, since he wasn’t too concentrated on texting him the moment after it happened, so hopefully Eren would be home. If not, he’d take the spare key out from under the potted plant and surprise him inside. Jean even bought a cake for this for them to celebrate! It was strawberry, from one of the cafes that Eren and Jean went to for one of their first ever dates. They loved that cafe and always went there for a special treat.
Driving up to the apartment complex outside of the city, one which had seen slightly better days from the outside, Jean parked right in front of the stairwell that would take him to the apartments on the third floor where his boyfriend resided. Jean almost climbed three stairs at a time with cake in hand, the smile he had when he was told he got the job still plastered on his face.
302. There it was.
Jean was about to balance the cake on one hand and knock with the other, when the door opened on its own. When Jean looked at Eren, his smile faltered and quickly transitioned into an expression of shock.
What was….what was he wearing…?
Eren looked just as shocked as Jean did, freezing in the doorway. He had a few barrettes holding back some of the hair he had been growing out longer recently. On top of that, he was in a white lace blouse with a navy blue collar, the collar matching the circle skirt he was wearing as well. He was even taller than Jean in the camel ankle boots. This was an outfit that Eren and Jean chose for Jean’s shoot for his senior portfolio in college….what the hell was Eren doing wearing it?
Seeing how freaked out Eren looked, slightly shaking and dropping his…purse, Jean decided to play it cool. “Hey babe. So…guess what? I have great news! Also….you still look cute as hell in that outfit. I thought you got rid of it a while ago, though. Where were you headed off to?”
♢ Straddling their lap and holding their face to yours for a deep kiss.
MEME. || Acts of Affection.
♢ Straddling their lap and holding their face to yours for a deep kiss.
The time in the evening after dinner and before bed, Eren–with hair still damp from the shower–lies down on the couch in the living room and reaches for the television remote. Boxers ride low on his hips, the only article of clothing he bothers with. If he had been heading to sleep, sliding beneath the sheets perfectly crisp and cool against bare skin, he probably would not have bothered with any at all. But boxers are fine and still give him that the sense of freedom he craves; they are easy to take off too, just in case.
Getting comfortable, Eren stretches across the full-length of the sofa, arms flung behind him over the armrest as his legs straighten out and drape themselves open. Down the hall, he hears the water of the shower running through the pipes. If he listens more closely, he can hear singing too, Jean’s voice blending with the other noises coming from the bathroom. Eren snorts to himself and starts to flip through the channels–Friends, Snapped, Who’s Line is it Anyway? a few of the shows he passes by. He is not searching for anything in particular, and every now and then, he stops to watch a couple minutes of something before moving on his way again.
He is paused on Animal Planet when the door to the bathroom opens. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Jean walk into the room, but he doesn’t take his gaze off the TV screen. If Jean wants to sit on the couch with him, then he is more than welcome to lift his legs onto his lap. Except he doesn’t. The couch still dips with added weight, Jean’s knees hug either side of his hips, and Eren finally looks up to see a crimson flush simmering beneath pale-skinned cheeks. They gaze at each other heatedly for a moment before Jean leans down and claims Eren’s lips with his own. Pleasure-filled moans slip from joined mouths through whispering brushes of lips. With teeth and tongue, they taste each other, biting hard and breathing heavy. When they part, who knows how long later, Eren’s mouth has begun to feel swollen, his body warm and needy.
“Someone’s in a mood,” he breathes with a smirk on wet lips, an amused glimmer in bright eyes. “I thought we were just gonna watch TV but,” he wraps a hand around Jean’s neck and pulls him back down for another lingering kiss, “I think I like this better.”
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[text] The truth is I’m not over you. //dun dun dun...
MEME. || More Texts for You Bitches.
The phone dings and a woman’s voice speaks out into darkness.
2:20 AM. 1 Notification.
Bodies shift beneath blankets, a rustle of bed sheets as legs stretch and arms tighten. Eren’s face twists with dissatisfaction, and from somewhere above his head, he hears a sound to match what he feels. “I’m going to kill whoever is texting you right now.”
A smile plucks at the corners of Eren’s lips, and he nuzzles his cheek against Levi’s bare chest. He loves the gruffness in the other man’s voice. “It’s probably my dad. Please don’t kill him.“
Eren feels the sigh brush through strands of his sleep-mussed hair. “If it’s your dad, you should probably see what he wants.” As much as he dislikes the idea of moving, even for a moment, from where he lies draped over his boyfriend, Eren agrees that he should check his phone. If it is his dad, it could be an emergency. His father knows where he went tonight; he would not be texting him at this hour if he did not have a good reason for doing so.
Tiredness gives way to an anxious itch in the pit of his stomach. Trying not to let his thoughts get too far ahead of him, Eren pulls out of the embrace and leans toward the bedside table, fingers patting the glass gently in search of his cell. He settles back down beside Levi, head resting on the pillow, as soon as he has the device in hand. A tap upon the screen, and the woman starts to read aloud for the two of them.
Messages, 2 minutes ago. Plus one. Jean. Jean? Eren stills, going rigid. “The truth is I’m not over you.” Actions available.
Eren does not register the rest of the audio commands. Fingers clench around the phone, and his breath catches in his throat. Fully awake now, his mind reels in the wake of hearing the message, the words steamrolling him over and over and over yet he struggles to swallow them whole.
“Eren—”
Shit. Levi. “Levi, I,” he what? A jumbled mess of things wants to leave his mouth all at once: apologies, explanations, excuses. But when his lips part, nothing. Before he has a chance to work out the knot in his tongue, Levi speaks up.
“So that Jean guy we ran into the other day’s your ex.”
There is no point lying about it. Eren nods. “Yeah.”
“I see.”
“Look, Levi, I don’t know why he texted me this. I haven’t talked to him since we broke up.” The words Eren could not find before suddenly come flooding out of him like a faucet turned on to full power. “You can read through my messages with him if you want. They’re months old. I know it looks suspicious that I still have his number saved, but I promise, there’s nothing going on between us.”
The silence that follows could suffocate him. He can practically feel Levi thinking beside him, but still he has no way of knowing just what thoughts twist their way, snake-like, through the older man’s head. Moving onto his side, Eren turns his face toward his boyfriend, needy for some sort of contact from him–voice, touch, anything. “Levi—”
“I believe you, Eren.” As if he had been buried, Eren is pulled up for air when he hears Levi’s voice again, quieter than before in a way that sounds distant, but the distance between them is closed when an arm wraps around him again, pulling him back to where he had been before: pressed up into the other’s man side. Eren relaxes against him, hand coming to rest over a steady heart beat. “But I want to be the one who answers. Can I?”
Eren freezes once more. “You want to text Jean? What’re you going to say to him?”
Eren feels a kiss against the furrow in his brow, Levi’s lips working at wrinkles with soft presses and feather-light touches. “Relax, Eren. You can hear what I am going to say to him. If you don’t like the message or if I cross a line, you can tell me, and I’ll change it, alright?” Another kiss on his cheek, one at the corner of his mouth, and Eren nods. “Alright.”
Message.Text field. Is editing. iMessage. Character mode. Insertion point and start.
Listening as Levi navigates his phone, Eren waits impatiently for the text. Is Levi angry? Is he upset? Eren has never been the best at reading, but he is especially terrible at reading Levi. When the voice gives no indication of the emotions lingering below, it is hard, nay, impossible for Eren to know what is really going on.
“Jean,” the name is steady on the other man’s tongue, and Eren waits for what is to come, “this is Levi, Eren’s boyfriend. Thank you for waking us up at 2 o’clock in the morning to tell Eren you still have feelings for him. That’s definitely not something either of us expected to hear, but it can’t be helped. What can be helped is you not doing this again. Eren’s happy. I’m happy. Do not try to get in the way of that. I don’t know what exactly happened between the two of you. Eren hasn’t told me much. But I do know that you hurt him, and I won’t let you hurt him again. Do not text this number anymore.”
Send button. Double tap to send.
“Was that okay?”
Eren closes his eyes and takes a breath. “Yeah.”
Send.
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color-coded starter call!
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want me to write you up a starter? inbox me a color for a specific theme/mood!
red for a violent starter orange for an urgent starter yellow for a scary starter green for a friendly starter blue for an angsty starter purple for a silly starter pink for a romantic starter black for a smutty starter
Source: Here.
“Do you think...” Sentence Starters
“Do you think we’ll make it in time?”
“Do you think it’s cooked all the way?”
“Do you think somewhere out there, there’s aliens?”
“Do you think it’s broken?”
“Do you think you can fix it?”
“Do you think at all before you speak?”
“Do you think it’ll rain?”
“Do you think we’ll find it?”
“Do you think someone around here will have directions?”
“Do you think they’ll be open at this hour?”
“Do you think we should leave?”
“Do you think we should go?”
“Do you think there’s something wrong with me?”
“Do you think they’ll be serving alcohol now?”
“Do you think I could eat this entire thing in one sitting?”
“Do you think we have a connection between us?”
“Do you think if we met differently, we’d be friends?”
“Do you think if we met differently, we’d be enemies?”
“Do you think there’s alternate universes out there?”
“Do you think this book is good?”
“Do you think this movie will be good?”
“Do you think we’ll become friends?”
“Do you think I can afford this?”
“Do you think there’ll be a kiss in the future?”
“Do you think we should go out on a date?”
“Do you think I can make that jump?”
“Do you think I could have a hug?”
“Do you think we’re lost?”
“Do you think a movie and some popcorn at my place sounds good?”
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Historia wears a disheveled sort of look. It seems as though the silence after the block has made her lonelier at an accelerating rate. She cracks a sad smile at the door when he arrives. Behind her, the house of which she resides lays in wait. Everything is still and the only sound audible from Jean’s stance was the sound of a powerful ceiling fan upstairs. The stairway is visible from the doorway, the rail made of polished wood.
“I wouldn’t mind but you really don’t have to give one…” She says, shrugging ever so slightly. Her gaze sidetracks to the redbrick wall that lays itself out to protect her home in front. She was glad she had someone to speak to directly, despite the fact it required her to turn her neck upwards. But then again, she had to look up to almost anyone she spoke to.
“Nah, don’t worry about it. It’s fine.”
Wrapping his arms gently around her smaller frame, Jean gives Historia a comforting hug, squeezing her once for reassurance. Though she smiles, her expression is devoid of the usual warmth she emanates, like the sun’s last peek of light fades into the night sky. His brows can’t help but furrow, and Jean hesitantly moves his fingers up to brush through her hair.
Letting the near silence comfortably surround them for a few moments, Jean lets out a sigh. He doesn’t know how well he will be able to comfort Historia and reassure her that Ymir does not actually hate her, but dammit, he’ll try.
Jean pulls out of the embrace and gives her his own small smile, swinging his backpack around from his back and unzipping it. He pulls out the few DVDs that he brought with him. “So...I brought some movies, if ya wanna watch them. I have The Avengers, La La Land, and Spirited Away. Do any of those sound good to you?”
what a dweeb
