the Fallen Angel by my good friend @warmiipalomaa ❤️
i had an amazing time picking on each other’s brain about our OCs, Anastasia (mine) and Ivana (hers) and our side characters who i’ve fallen in love with🥹❤️ from a fellow artist and writer, thank YOU for the food🍴
Memories of the future in my fic by @|Quintilli0n on twitter, just dropped 7 chapters that close out the first act!
If you want the context you can read the fic here (or just ask me idrc, just be warned I do yap bad)
Ship: Jean Kirstein x Eren Yeager
Word Count: 2300
Note: Modern College AU.
<<There's the tiniest bit of spiciness towards the end!!!>>
“Why are you drawing his eyebrows like that?” A nagging voice had suddenly boomed into Jean's left ear ,causing the poor man to flinch and nearly ruin his sketch. Hand gripping on the pencil roughly ,so rough he might have broken it.
“What's it to ya?” He'd finally spit out in annoyance ,tilting his head back to stare small daggers into his dumb friend.
“Just saying! Your page is full ,and all your drawings have his eyebrows arched like that-” Connie now shrugged, gesturing towards the man's sketchbook. ”I was just wondering why. Don't kill a man for being curious.”
“I don't know what you're on about. That's what his eyebrows look like ,you're probably just damn blind.” Jean groaned, putting the poor pencil down on his desk finally and slamming the sketchbook shut with a loud thud.
“Uh- no?” Connie stared at his friend as If, for this once he was the dumb one, head tilted to the side like a confused puppy. ”His eyebrows are straight??” The poor man nearly whimpered in despair, was his friend that blind?!?
“Man, fuck off- fuck you peeking over my shoulder for anyway? I swear to God next time I'll draw you fucking your mom if you keep testing me like that.” Jean moved to gently nudge his friend with his elbow once he stood up ,rolling his eyes.
Rushing away before Connie thought about asking why on earth was Jean's sketchbook filling with images of the one person he'd been calling his ‘enemy’. He wasn't going to go down like that- wasn't going to let himself be called out. So he rushed away-
And in his rush, his large frame would collide with someone else's, someone smaller. A small huff being all that left the blonde man, his eyes quickly searching for the other person.
And there he stood. Eren stared at Jean with bright green eyes ,head tilted up and eyebrows slightly furrowed. Yeah...he was the one in the right! Looking at the brown haired man standing before him, Jean was convinced Connie was playing dumb just to annoy him ,for his muse stood before his very eyes ,and his eyebrows arched just the same way they did on paper.
“Sorry-” Jean caught himself muttering to the boy before him, yet all he received in turn was a scoff and a slight flip of the hair as Eren rushed past him and away.
He'd ignore that for now ,only because he was too annoyed with Connie to allow himself to play annoyed with Eren. Truth be told ,it had been long since the last time Eren made Jean's blood boil in anger ..instead he simply made his blood boil. Boil and rise to his cheeks whenever the brown haired man stared his way, causing his cheeks to become a bare canvas ready to be painted with the beautiful scarlet of love.
That happened now too as Jean made his way to his dorm room faster, hoping his face was not yet touched by the paintbrush of embarrassment. Groaning for the hundredth time that day as he allowed his heavy body to fall upon his messy bed, face meeting with the cold pillow as blood finally began flowing to his cheeks in a mad rush.
Sleep away the day he did ,our artist, for his dreams carried sweetness within them. They carried Eren and himself in a meadow, careless and free, holding onto each other while laying on a blanket in between an endless sea of flowers ,laughing away the day. Oh how angry he'd been once the alarm woke him and he realized the only thing he'd been hugging had been his own blanket.. so cruel was the world.
And once he'd come to terms with his sad reality, Jean would simply get up and begin his day ,albeit slowly. His eyes searching for the beautiful frame of his nemesis the moment he entered the classroom. A gentle smile resting upon his lips as Eren was spotted.. good. Now to pick a seat-
For the past month, since Jean had come to terms with the.. liking he'd taken to Eren, the man would sit in very well thought out seats. To anyone that wasn't him ,it looked like the tall man sat himself at random- yet Jean knew that what he followed was the angles in which he saw Eren best. For.. artistic purposes. Every day he'd get a different angle, and therefore a different profile to work on and sketch.
Soon ,Eren became the only thing Jean would be drawing. And he'd have seen nothing wrong with all this had Connie not spoken, yet now the blonde found himself staring at his collection ,puzzled.
That day, their history teacher ,Hange, had made pairs for a project they'd have to work on as homework. Sometimes he wondered if the teachers listened in on the gossip and rumors of the students, for after all they were all adults. He wondered that mainly because too often would people be paired in.. very odd manners ,yet funny nonetheless. Two people argued? Project together. Two people are rumored to like each other? Suddenly they're sat together in class. That happened to Jean too that day for the first time.
Hearing his name being called, Jean wasn't going to bother to listen for who his partner was to be ,yet the moment he heard ‘Yeager’ leave Hange's lips, his heart felt like it had performed a somersault.
And there he'd be, the emerald eyed angel, staring into his soul as the class ended. ”So we're partnered together. Think you can be civil for once, Kirstein?”
“Oh fuck you, of course I can be civil!” Jean shot back almost immediately ,rolling his eyes in what seemed to be annoyance ..which really was just embarrassment.
The rest of the day was a haze for Jean- all he really remembered was that Eren was to come over later that day so they could lay down the bases of their stupid project. Yeah.. stupid project- Jean would've thanked Hange personally for this. For the opportunity to spend more time with a man that otherwise he was ‘supposed’ to hate.
Trying to seem like you don't give a fuck while giving all the fucks was absolutely insanely exhausting! Jean tidied up his room and himself ,yet he'd chosen to wear pijamas just for that ‘laid back’ look. Eyes scanning Eren's whole body once the man walked in, carrying a pack of energy drinks. He'd.. never really done that. Staring at Eren as a whole that is- it was always his face. His hair and his features.. sometimes his shoulders. Yet now, perhaps for a moment ,Jean realized there was so much more to stare at and.. imagine. The feeling of Eren's bare skin against his fingertips made the man shiver so roughly it ultimately also snapped him out of his little daydream.
Blinking a couple of times to yet again adjust himself to his own reality, Jean found himself to be.. stared at. Eren sat at the end of his bed, legs crossed and head tilted to the side as he stared at the taller man. Eyes carrying curiosity…
Jean couldn't help but let out a shaky breath at the sight of just.. how perfect the other looked. The way his hair fell, how his lips just.. looked so soft. His arched and slightly furrowed brows-
And in a quick moment Jean would understand what Connie's issue was. Seeing Eren's expression change once the brown haired man realized he was being stared at in return- his eyebrows flattened. A look completely unknown to Jean- new! Or perhaps simply forgotten.
“What's with that?” Eren would ask, commenting on the man's sudden shocked expression spread across his face.
“You've just- I've never seen you-” Jean stumbled upon his words ,feeling the uncontrollable warmth that rushed to his face and ears. ”Never seen you look at me like that- or.. Haven't seen you look at me like that in a while-”
“Like what?”
“I don't know-” Jean shrugged, for he didn't! And perhaps he also just didn't wish to expose himself further than he already felt he had.
“Jean-” Eren huffed, lowering himself the way a cat would in order to enter Jean's field of vision, for the blonde had looked away. ”Like what?” He asked again, voice now softer.. gaze more loving. Eyebrows yet again furrowing and arching slightly.
A small noise escaped Jean's throat ,his heart skipping a beat at just how mischievously beautiful Eren looked in that very moment. He could almost- almost taste the sweetness of his lips. Just by staring at them.
“Doesn't matter-" The larger man finally muttered yet again, gaze traveling towards his sketchbook that laid on the bed by himself. That might have been a mistake, for the instant Eren noticed, he'd have grabbed at the item and scooted away with it. Like a gremlin ,he'd giggle before opening and looking through his …friend's work, stopping in a rather slow manner once he'd notice how he bore a resemblance to the muse of Jean's art.
“Oh I see.. this is what Connie's been talking about-”
“Fuck's Connie been talking about?!” Jean just about yelled in disbelief as he stared to the man holding one of his most prized possessions.
“Just something about how you're drawing someone in our class with a weird expression on their face or something-” Eren laughed, yet soon a realization seemed to wash over him. ”Oh fuck him for saying i look weird!”
Yes. That's all Eren got from that.
Jean however was slowly understanding himself- understanding what was at fault for the way his drawings turned out.
Love. At first he'd pushed away the idea, unable to reason why Eren of all people would look at him that way.. yet upon seeing that very look materialize before him.. Jean knew it was nothing but pure love and admiration. And that- offered him the tiniest bit of confidence.
“You look at me all lovey-dovey ,Yeager. I think that's our issue.”
“Hah?! The fuck are you on about-” Eren now closed the sketchbook, and although he wanted to deny it ,he was embarrassed-his face betrayed him. Cheeks burning a bright red, spreading up to the very tip of his ears.
“Oh my god I'm right-”
“Shut the fuck up!” Eren scoffed ,standing up and tossing the man's book at his head. Not even that could stay a malicious action, for the moment the book was in the air ,Eren's expression grew worried ,and he'd even flinch when the item landed- thankfully by Jean's side, not into his head.
Once he managed to escape his thoughts and make his body move at last ,Eren turned to leave ,legs feeling like they'd give in underneath him at any moment. A short yelp suddenly left his throat only moments later, for before he got to grab onto the door knob ,his chest was pressed against the cold door.
Jean's own warm chest pressed against Eren's back ,his hands resting against the door on each side of the boy's head. His hot breath now hitting the back of the smaller man's neck ,his heart pounding against his chest as he had to resist the urge to bite into the other, marking him with a big ol’ bite mark to the nape. It was clear he struggled ,for he wasn't hearing Eren who tried to ask what this was for…yet even if he'd heard him, the tone of his voice wouldn't have done Jean any good.
Leaning in ,letting out the slightest growl as he managed not to allow his instinct to win, Jean would instead press a deep and loving kiss on the man's skin, feeling him gasp and whine and arch underneath his lips. Eren's hips pressing back, Jean's hips pressing forward as his large hand moved to slide up the back of Eren's head, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling- yanking the boy's head back and causing him to whimper out loud.
Twitching- Jean could feel something twitching against Eren, yet for a moment more he allowed his embarrassment to stay away ,not take over. Staring down into Eren's enchanting eyes as his head was now tilted back properly, he'd lean in. One final action before he was to let the other go. His lips meeting with Eren's parted ones in a rough ,needy and desperate kiss- one that lasted for a short while.
Before Eren knew it, Jean had let go of him and moved to sit back down on his bed, grabbing himself a drink. ”So, coming over tomorrow to fix the project?”
The poor trembling mess that was Eren only managed to glance back at Jean and offer a nod before he yet again reached to open the door.
“Might ask you to model for me.. I want to learn proper anatomy and I have a feeling I'd.. quite enjoy your body.” Jean chuckled, a dark yet loving chuckle as Eren scurried away in embarrassment, cursing under his breath.
No fucking way Kirstein just did that?!
Well.. Jean was having the exact same thought. Cooped up in his dorm room ,the boy would spend the next few hours thinking back to whatever the hell could have possessed him to do that…and what he had to do to get possessed by It again.. preferably soon. He felt he'd burst into flames if he didn't get to feel Eren against him ,his warm skin against his needy hands.
He felt he'd die if he didn't get to see that lovestruck expression he'd been drawing, on Eren's face. God...falling in love was such an art- a form of art Jean would gladly keep partaking in until the end of time.
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