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sneak-pieck · 4 months ago

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Somebody That I Used To Know

Characters: Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein

Word count: 2047

The edges of her vision grow ever so blurry,just as the edges of her memories seem to fade away at a painfully rapid pace. Insanity this must be-no. Had it been insanity, it would have consumed her long ago. This was but that feeling once again..when was it she felt this- in Marley. That was for sure. She couldn't recall when,yet she could remember the way everything felt. Warm,alive and happy. With Sasha laughing loudly in her ear,and Eren…oh Eren- what was he doing? She couldn't recall that either..not anymore.

Instead of focusing on the past,she'd try to do as Armin often told her-stay in the present,stay focused on yourself and your surroundings..and perhaps your future too.

A few bottles lay on the dinner table before her- them. Armin was sitting by her,the blonde man laughing ever so slightly,face flushed red. None of them remembered why he had been laughing,but he had done so wholeheartedly,for now he struggled to catch his breath as a shaking hand gripped around for a glass.

Mikasa eyed her own,for on one had the buzz was oh so nice,yet on the other,how much more could her body take? She didn't drink often- no,in fact she'd only drunk once before. That time. Thinking back to how fun it was and how alive it made her feel,the unsteadiness in her hand vanished the moment the glass was against her palm. Up..and to her lips the glass went, fiery liquid slipping past, into her mouth and down her throat. She'd made sure to allow it to burn her thoroughly. Consumed by inner flames,the black haired woman would take in a deep breath,and she'd hold it there for a moment,until she saw Armin finally manage to grab at his own glass and down the remainder of his drink. This burn reminded her .. not entirely sure what of- her head was spinning, memory hazy. Yet she knew it was but a fraction of the pain she actually felt at that time. Whatever time that may have been.

But..the hazier everything got,the clearer it all seemed to her. Vision even more blurred now,eyes growing wet while searching for Armin's comforting ocean ones.

“Armin-”This time she spoke up,yet slurred still as she tried to sit up straight without swaying.”Armin what have I done-” a whimper this time,the woman seeming..beyond shaken as her loving orbs stared into nothingness.

And for a moment- a flash of green within the blonde man's orbs. A flash that caused Mikasa's whole body to grow more numb than it already was..causing the tears that filled her gray eyes to fall,rolling down her red and warm cheeks.

“Eren-” She'd whimper in a whisper,realizing just how much she'd been pushing him back. His name,his memory..away. Life had continued on,for her and Armin at least. She married Jean,and now while he was away she spent time with her best friend.

Armin however was struggling to even sit properly on the chair, so he hadn't heard his poor friend,not yet at least. His breathing finally having calmed down after the laughing fit and the big amount of alcohol he'd just drank,his half lidded eyes scanning the room. The messiness of the table before them caused a chuckle to escape from the blonde man's throat,a hand reaching over to perhaps attempt to clear out some of the stuff laying there,but all he managed was to knock over some more bottles,adding to the pile.

The sudden noise made Mikasa nearly jump from her seat with a gasp,her eyes now wide and body slightly trembling as memories of times past flooded her spinning mind.

“I-” She gasped for air, a trembling hand now rushing to grip at the soft shirt covering her chest.”I killed him-”Mikasa whined,feeling her world slowly grow brittle,crumbling more and more as her mind brought forth vivid images of that cursed day.

She'd mindlessly put it all behind herself. Sure,she spent nearly half a year mourning without stopping,yet when life began moving again,she too moved with it. And in order to do so,she had to be lenient with herself..and that meant putting the knowledge of what she's done aside, locking it away within the depths of her soul.

“I..how stupid am I,Armin?”Mikasa would push to stand up from her chair,wishing to perhaps make her way to the window for some fresh air- yet before she managed to reach anything,she'd collapse,her trembling knees giving in underneath the weight of her sins.”I killed him! I chopped his head clean off and..and he's dead! He's gone and he's never going to come back!”

“Huh? What are you on about?”Armin now finally heard the woman by his side,his gaze confused as he tried to assess what was going on with his friend. He was..way too gone in the moment to realize that just like Mikasa, he too had perhaps tried to evade the knowledge of what they had to do. Yet..for Armin it was harder. Much harder considering he was the man to take the blame. The one they all now know for what she had done,not himself.

She was not dumb! Of course not,she was well aware of what death was and meant from the ripe age of nine,yet even so. In a state where emotions simply spill,that was the only thing bothering her.. the reality of just how final death was. They were mere humans…no more titans,no more anything. They would all eventually pass- and that was to be it.

However now,as she lived yet another day,she couldn't help but feel the endlessness and hopelessness of her insignificant life.

Curling upon the warm floorboards of her cozy home,Mikasa cried her little heart out into her fists,the sound of Armin struggling to rise from his seat to check on her being muted by her own sobs and harsh,hitched breaths.

“How could I.. how dare I?!”The black haired woman nearly screamed in between sobs,curling even more..as if she simply wished to melt into herself and slowly disappear beneath the wooden floor. “Out of all of us, he was the one that fell in love with life the most..and I took it all away from him-”

“You had to-!”Armin,although slow,finally caught up with the subject of the tearful breakdown of his childhood friend,now stumbling over to the woman while hoping he could perhaps- even in his intoxicated state- manage to calm her down with words and a pat on the back just like he'd done multiple times before in the passing months.

“Did I? Did I really? Couldn't i have found another way? I could've done something..could've said something different! I could have made a difference..I didn't try hard enough!”The woman,now clearly inconsolable, would push herself up in a sitting position against the wall of her home,underneath the window she wished to look out of. The light shone in,on Armin,and yet again she'd see that glimpse of green..or maybe gray? Perhaps blue..she couldn't remember,not properly. But something.. she saw something. And she'd yet again sob,biting into her own lip to silence herself.

Armin was at a loss for words,unsure what he could say or do to make the woman before him feel any better…being drunk didn't help. His head was spinning,his body rocking,the world trembling around him.”Mika-”

“I'm a monster. I'm a fucking monster. How dare I just go on with my life?” Before,she nearly screamed,yet now her voice was reduced to a soft whine as she collected her knees against her chest,head now hung low and forehead resting against her knees.

“..I shouldn't be here..I don't want to be here.”

“What about Jean-” Armin grew slightly concerned.. for indeed,what about Jean?

It hurt. Even just thinking those words hurt,yet speaking them out loud stung. She knew Jean,her dear Jean,deserved much better..yet there she was. Allowing herself to believe life is to be alright in the long run..by his side.

“..don't get me wrong-” Mikasa started speaking,sniffling every other word.”I love that he's here for me..I love the life we are to have as we grow old,I love what we have now! I love him,for he is my comfort in the dark and terrifying night,and I'd like to believe I'm his ,also. Yet..he'll never be Eren.”

“He'll never fill in that void. I may be forgetting Eren already.. yet he'll forever stay in my heart. I wouldn't blame Jean if he chose not to stay by my side,yet he did…and he knows all this,or so I hope. So that's commendable. Truly is-”

“ ‘Kasa-”

“I don't know how Levi does it. He has nobody left but us,and we are but children to him..I for one don't think I'd have lasted long if it wasn't for you and for Jean..caring for me.” The woman seemed to have calmed as she spoke,oddly enough,yet the moment she looked up and noticed the tears now filling Armin's ocean eyes as well,she couldn't help but burst into sobbing yet again.”I'm so pathetic Armin…I'm sorry.”

“No- good god,no,you're not pathetic - don't ever say that.” The blonde man forced his wobbly body to step closer to his beloved friend, allowing himself to collapse to his knees before her. Arms immediately rushing to pull her in,cling to her, bury her within himself.”You're fantastic. You're Mikasa..the reason I'm alive.”

Standing with his back against the wall to the living room was Jean,the man spoken of just moments ago,with his heart in his throat and his hand trembling as it gripped at the large bouquet of flowers he'd bought his sweet wife. He wasn't supposed to be there,not yet,he had taken it upon himself to surprise Mikasa by returning early…yet now as bittersweet tears filled his eyes,he wondered if he'd made the right decision after all.

Such sweet words being laid upon her made the poor dark-haired woman burst into even louder sobs,she too now clinging to her beloved friend…simply letting herself cry it out. Armin was to do the same.

His heart both breaking yet overflowing with love at the crushing words he had just heard ,Jean stayed put for a while longer,unsure how to proceed from then on. Was he to just walk in? Should he pretend he didn't hear, that he just got there? Or should he be honest,have a discussion -

Having a discussion with an already crying person wasn't going to lead anyone anywhere. So he'd wait in the shadows until Mikasa's cries slowly grew quiet,his large body now moving to turn on its heel. A big,trembling and warm hand lay on the handle of the main door,pressing on it to slightly make it squeak - before he opened said door just a smidge,only to close it once more. Louder,this time. Wishing for his presence to be known.

He'd step in with heavy,loud steps,greeting his wife and friend in a cheery voice. He'd offered them the time to ‘hide’ the fact that tears were shed,so now all he did was smile and tease the two because of their intoxicated state, earning embarrassed gasps and gentle giggles.

A loving kiss pressed to Mikasa's burning cheek,her arms wrapping around the man that had decided to stay by her side despite knowing the truth,pulling him close. The large bouquet of flowers would gently get squished by the couple's loving embrace as Armin stood by the door with a dumb smile on his lips. He'd just stand there, watching.. knowing that this was as good as it's gonna get,for Mikasa at least.

But it was good enough.

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sneak-pieck · 4 months ago

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Aaaa I managed to ink them in in a manner I don't completely hate! \○^-^○/

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sneak-pieck · 4 months ago

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Weird Rare Ship Go-? (haven't seen many people speak of em.)

Silly FlochKasa drawing for late Valentine's? @levihandynasty ✨️gets it✨️

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sneak-pieck · 4 months ago

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And What of Them?

Characters : Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein Words: 1550 A\N: Not really a fanfic per se, more so a piece I wrote after putting myself in Mikasa's place. It will make more sense as you read ^^

...And what of the way Mikasa felt once her blades put an end to the loudness of the world? What of the way she got a single moment of wishful peace as her lips met with Eren's?

What of the way she felt after? The weight of one's head within your hands ,the heat that stays for a short moment. Do you think his blood stained her clothes? Most likely. Do you believe she caressed his cheeks every now and then to feel his warmth before it was truly and completely gone? Or perhaps she hugged him close ,her nose pressed against his scalp, trying her best to ingrain his scent into her mind.. knowing more than well that was not to last.

Do you think she took the time to brush his hair once she reached the tree? Sobbing at the sharp manner it was cut in, at how beautifully it framed his pale face still.

Do you think she stared at him? Staring and watching the color too leave his skin just how life vanished from his eyes?

Or perhaps do you think she wasn't able to look at him at all ,no matter how hard she wanted to? Simply feeling his cheeks in her hands might have been enough to offer her both comfort yet also terror.

Her fingers probably traced over his titan marks over and over again.

Do you think she screamed when she at last reached what was to be Eren's final resting place? Perhaps she did.. perhaps she didn't wish to let him go ,not even while she dug him a hole. She probably dug it with her bare hands, and thousands of times she considered burying herself alive with him. There was no greater peace than laying in the soft grass while holding his head on her chest ,I bet. No greater way for one to end, so ending herself must've been such a tempting thing to do. Yet she didn't. She most likely cried and screamed.. and she crumbled hundreds of times.. and she'd probably have kissed her soulmate's cheeks and forehead over and over again.

Barely able to breathe as she apologized again and again to him, slowly lowering him into the tiny hole that was to be his grave. The only ever reminder of his existence and.. gruesome death.

She definitely took a few moments even as she let go- staring at him sleeping oh so peacefully in that dark and cold hole. Memorizing his face.. his features…

Ultimately forgetting them anyway. First it would have been his voice, then his eyes.. then him completely. Luck being on her side, she'd get to keep his name as a memory, that and his grave and their stories.. but nothing more. Oh. And the scarf. That's all that she had left of the man that once was all she lived for.

She will wake up some years in the future after a long and beautiful dream ,and she'll wake by a man that, while he isn't Eren, is still someone she greatly values and cherishes. Someone that understands and will keep on understanding. Someone she might even grow to love. So what of the pain in her heart when she realizes that even though she promised herself to never forget Eren, she awakens knowing the only thing she can recall is that she loves him. She now shares her life with someone else, goes to sleep in a warm embrace and wakes to kisses and perhaps even laughter. Life didn't stay gray, but she wishes it did. For perhaps that way the guilt would go away. It wasn't like she forgot the pain she felt in her very soul- no. The pain and the suffering never go away.

And what of the hope that despite the fact she is having a child with a completely different man, her baby should somehow have a fraction of Eren's smile.. or his conviction.. or his love for the world. For he is so deeply etched into her soul, it feels unreal for him not to become part of something she grows inside herself. Eren, a name embroidered in blood on the surface of her heart, never to leave, forever resting there.. claiming its rightful place.

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But what of Armin? What of the guilt? Of the feeling of helplessness caused by his failure in having saved his friend? Being known by the world not as the one that saved him, but as the one that killed him. His best friend ,his family. The man he didn't get to say goodbye to. Just like everyone else in his life, Eren was there and then he just wasn't anymore.

What of the crushing pain he must've felt the moment the dust cleared and Mikasa's frame appeared, carrying the light of their life? Carrying the man that had gotten them through so much, the man that had gotten them there alive.. the boy who sought freedom. The boy who gave up his life and future for their freedom.

The anguish of having to step into a leading position moments after your world was shattered, having to claim you ended the ‘devil's’ life.

Do you think he stared back at Mikasa as she began her journey home? Do you think he contemplated running after her, to her, with her, just so he too could get a moment more with Eren? He never got to take in the man's features, his scent, his warmth ..all he got was a tiny embrace and that was it for him. Could you imagine? Putting yourself aside as a person in order to assure political safety ..it's cruel.

He'd seen the world with Eren, just as they intended to, yet do you think that if he'd ever encounter anything that was part of that dreamscape ..he'd break?

Standing at the edge of the cliff, his eyes reflecting the northern lights- he'd perhaps reach to his side for Eren, the memory ever so fresh in his mind…but Eren wouldn't be there. Do you think he'd crumble to the ground and cry? Perhaps he'd contemplate letting himself fall, letting go.. meeting with his lifelong friend yet again at last.

But there would always be someone or something stopping him. Be it a person or a thought, something always whispered to him not to.

Imagine Armin somehow finding a copy of the book he'd had as a child somewhere ,and feeling his heart shatter. Had he not shown it to Eren ..had he not said anything-

But that it was too late for. It would have been years since the happenings of the Rumbling, yet Armin’s memory would constantly replay bits and pieces of it.. of Eren ..refusing to let the image of that crazy man vanish. His mind was strong ,he knew. Yet..one grows old. And the mind ages with the rest of him, prompting him to slowly lose more and more coherence in his thoughts.

Seeing the memory ,yet seeing not who they were shared with. Was this Ymir’s doing? Was this some god punishing him? Or perhaps it was simply Eren ,having had enough of his friends yet again suffering endlessly because of him.

He only wanted to do good. And he did good to the extent he could. Nothing but his family mattered to him.

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And what of Jean? What of his grief? The man he'd been butting heads with since he was but a trainee was gone. Suicidal bastard he used to call him, never knowing the full extent to which those words fit Eren. Do you think Jean ever regrets not spending more time with him? Besides the nagging and the arguing. Do you believe he grieves the possibility of a deeper friendship than they'd already had?

I wonder if Jean ever finds his surroundings too silent a while after settling down. The world healing, his partner there.. sometimes she too grieving. And the silence. For there was no Eren to joke around with ,no Eren to bully ,to argue with ,to be friends with.. to grow old with.

He hadn't seen Eren's lifeless head, yet do you believe he would've wanted to? Perhaps.. perhaps he'd be curious, yet i believe nightmares might have plagued him, just how they sometimes plague Mikasa. Truly horrid things they must be, for occasionally Mikasa is.. simply inconsolable.

Yet perhaps he'd not want to ,even if he had the chance. After all, all Eren was to him was a determined bastard that gave more than he had. It was a beautiful memory in hindsight.

Sometimes I wonder if Jean sees his artistic skill as a blessing and a curse- blessing, for he has the ability to put on paper faces that would be forgotten by the world ,swallowed by the past. Curse.. for he'd always be plagued by his own masterpieces. Sorrowful eyes of comrades long dead, bright hopeful smiles..

He'd have drawn Eren. Never admitting though, he'd have done that more for himself than his partner or their friend. Whereas silence was what he sought.. now silence was horrid. It allowed all the voices and the screams to fill his mind. At least in making himself remember Eren, he reminded himself of all their disagreements and fights.. all very loud businesses.

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sneak-pieck · 4 months ago

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๋࣭ ⭑✏ˎˊ˗The Art Of Falling For You˗ ๋࣭ ⭑✏ˎˊ

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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