#reconcorpsjean

[danchou-erwin-smith]

// newly added relationships page. I'm now like falling asleep at the keyboard, so this'll have to be it for tonight. I'm constantly adding to this, so please let me know if you'd like to be included, especially if we RP or are planning to RP in the near future.

[danchou-erwin-smith]

// I turn into a big dumb sappy stupid babyman whenever I propose to another RP blog and ask them to be my mainverse so-and-so. I almost have a complete collection of muses who are perfect matches for my Erwin for literally every Erwin ship I ship and the ridiculous joy that brings me is legendary. They all have a special place on the sidebar of my blog with kawaii ass little hearts and it makes me smile whenever I see it. fuKKIN.

iloveyouguyslegit.

[actualsolm]

"That sounds painful."

"Nah, it's not, really. It just hurts a little bit after." Solm shrugged, and smiled slightly, placing a hand on Jeans' shoulder to pat it. "So don't worry about it, okay?"

[danchou-erwin-smith]

(≚ᄌ≚)ƵƵ

When Jean falls into bed beside him, it isn’t much of a surprise.

He’d let him drink too much. Their dinner had been charming, Erwin so content as to have lost himself in the dreamlike little world of it, swept up in the moment where it had been just the two of them for a few intimate hours. Good food. Good wine. Pleasant company. Erwin talked and smiled more that night alone than the past five years combined.

He wasn’t as attentive as he should have been. His priorities elsewhere. It hadn’t mattered then, how much Kirschtein drank as long as he enjoyed it Until he stood up and needed to be helped back to their quarters, slightly unsteady and charmingly red-cheeked.

He’d put him to bed but suspected he’d stray. Jean smells of capital city soaps, of raspberry wine and the distinct scent of him. It’s something Erwin quietly adores. Doesn’t admit doing so. Won’t allow himself to think on.

So when Jean drapes on him in a web of tangled limbs and they go falling back to the mattress, it’s Erwin who dodges his errant attempt at a drunken kiss. It’s aimed for his lips but crushes hard against his cheek, sloppy and askew but so very warm…….

[danchou-erwin-smith]

Because you're awesome dude!~

// Please come back to me I miss your beautiful skype calls and our dumb dudes doing dumb things. myjeanreturntomeposthaste

[humanitysmostcurious-blog]

Because you are fabulous and I want to learn from you senpai!

[WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO LEARN B3c ~❤]

[humanitysmostcurious-blog]

"Do it~."

25. My muse kisses yours for the first time

He was nervous. That was understandable. She was a bit nervous too. She didn’t want to fuck this up for him. She didn’t want to ruin whatever it was that he had convinced himself was so important about this. People were so strange about ‘firsts’ sometimes, and she never quite understood why so much pressure was placed squarely on the initial attempt at anything.

Regardless, this was entrusted to her. The first one. She could not, could not fuck this up for him.

She leaned forward, bridging the space between them with a delicate arch of her back. Eyes slipping closed, Hanji pressed her lips gently to Jean’s, letting it break the tension between them. After a moment, she pressed again, firmer, more committedly. The first to sap the electricity from the situation, the second to send the heat spreading across his chest.

Here you go, Jean Kirschtein. You want a chance? You’ve got it.

[actualsolm]

"Do it"

10. My muse sings your muse a lullaby before bed

Considering how everyone had stayed up quite late, Solm was surprised that more people hadn't passed out by now. Then again, he was lucky, carrying Jean wasn't at all hard, but he didn't want to cart people back and forth to their rooms because they had fallen asleep. The last thing he had wanted was the blond to wake up and thrash or swear. Looking down at the boy, he was satisfied with the fact he was still asleep. Reaching Jeans' room, Solm managed the door open, before dropping the boy on the bed almost carelessly. He was about to walk out, off to bed himself, but the teen stopped him.

"Sing me a lullaby," It was almost inaudible, but Solm caught it. Turning half around, he raised an eyebrow in question, wondering if he heard the request correctly.

"Ex...cuse me, Jean?" The blond rolled over to face him half lidded, and clearly still mostly asleep and off in la la land.

He mumbled the request again, before slumping down, out once more. Shaking his head, Solm walked out the door, closing it behind him as quietly as he could. "I don't think so, buddy..."