#fujoshichan69

[jmgiftexchange]

I just wanted to honestly thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the work you're doing moderating the JMGE this year. Because organising this event with so many people is hard work and can feel like herding cats and you're doing it just for love of JM. Thank you guys, again. And I'm sorry for the people who committed to participating and just disappeared. Thanks to the artists who helped making sure everyone had a gift. You guys are golden!!!

Thank you very much, my dear! We still enjoy this very much, just like every year and are so grateful for everyone’s wonderful help and support at the eleventh hour! <3

[goddamnchou]

Strip tease. For the writing prompts

64. Strip tease (i’ve always wanted to write this oops)

Levi hadn’t meant to drink so much champagne. He hadn’t meant to run his mouth at the fundraiser either, but somehow it had worked out in their favor, as they’d secured enough money for the next expedition and thus, for the moment, Erwin’s mood was relaxed and pleasant by the time they made it to their private room at the inn.

“Hey.” Levi said after they’d set their things down, nearly forgetting about everything else except for how much he’d wanted to kiss him since the night had begun. “Come here.”

“Yes?” Erwin responded teasingly, offering Levi a small, fond smile that made his cheeks warm even as he tugged at Erwin’s jacket.

He pulled him down while he stood up onto his tiptoes to press their lips together, his arms sliding around Erwin’s neck when he took his waist so he could tangle a hand in his hair. His movements were a bit rough and uncoordinated, of course, because of the alcohol, but he barely noticed, and the way he’d made a chunk of Erwin’s blonde locks stand up straight on top of his head just charmed him all the more.

“You did good tonight.” Levi told him, the warm buzz from the champagne making him feel uncharacteristically giddy and venturesome. “Maybe we should celebrate.”

“Celebrate?” Erwin asked, raising an eyebrow while he gazed down into Levi’s face.

“Yeah. Because you got the money. You deserve a reward.”

“You helped, though.”

Scoffing, Levi rolled his eyes at that and moved to push Erwin forward, aiming for a chair just across the room that he could seat him into. After nearly tripping over his own feet out of drunkenness, Levi watched him sit down hard and then take his waist again, smiling in what was probably amusement while Levi gathered his bearings. He’d intended to climb into Erwin’s lap, of course, to straddle him and press against his chest so that he could kiss him properly, but his previous words and the next ones out of Erwin’s mouth made him rethink things a bit.

“The only reward I would ask for is you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. Although I’m not sure I actually deserve it considering what the money will result in.”

“Fuck’s sake.” Levi slurred, narrowing his eyes because he knew what Erwin meant — that people would die — and for some reason deciding it was a good idea to cover Erwin’s mouth with his palm. “Don’t start that shit. I said you deserve a fucking reward. Now how bad do you want it?”

Erwin’s eyes flashed at that, Levi thought, and he looked him over in a way that made his heart pound before taking Levi’s wrist and kissing his fingers. “As badly as I always do. Maybe even more.”

“Why’s that?” Levi muttered, emboldened by Erwin’s heated gaze enough to take his jacket off.

He shrugged it over his shoulders and then let it slide off his arms slowly, and even though he swayed in place a bit, he was pleased when Erwin’s eyes roved over his middle all over again, clearly enjoying the removal of even that small bit clothing while Levi watched. His gaze spurned him on for some reason, he thought, despite the fact that he had no idea what he was really fucking doing at all — only knowing that Erwin liked it, and he felt a sudden thrill at the thought of teasing him — and he took his boots off next, holding one up into the air and dropping it onto the ground with a loud ‘thud’ while giving Erwin a lingering, lidded look that had him smiling.

“The formalwear suits you.” He murmured, reaching out to try and pull Levi closer again but finding himself stopped when Levi batted his hand away.

Instead of letting Erwin touch, he took a step back and then pulled his socks off, tossing them over his shoulders before going for his belt with surprisingly now-steady hands.

“You’re quite enchanting like this.” Erwin continued, staring at him with obvious interest now while Levi bit his lip. “It’s been too long since I’ve had you.”

“It’s been two days.” Levi snorted in response, for some reason getting the urge to toss his belt around Erwin’s neck after he’d removed it, tugging on the leather so that Erwin was forced to lean forward even as Levi stepped in between his spread legs.

He looked down at him when Erwin tilted his head up and then gave him a quick kiss like that, relishing in the way Erwin’s fingers now gripped his shirt tightly as he slid an arm around his waist.

“That’s too long.” He murmured with a smile, while Levi rolled his eyes teasingly and again stepped back.

This time, Erwin did not let go of him as easily, but he did relent, apparently coming to terms with the fact that he was going to have to wait. He watched Levi though, intently and with a heated expression on his face that he didn’t even try to hide, just as he couldn’t hide the bulge between his legs, either, the one that stood out prominently and which Levi kept his eyes on when he unbuttoned his own pants.

He unzipped them, too, and palmed himself because he was also hard and he liked the way Erwin’s eyes latched onto his groin hungrily — a look crossing his features now that suggested he was starting to struggle a bit to hold himself back — and how his lips parted in just the slightest, the tiny chinks in Erwin’s armor that Levi had grown to recognize making themselves more apparent by the second and exciting him beyond words.

“So you want me undressed?” Levi continued, now feeling hot all over with his breath coming short.

He reached up to undo the first button of his shirt, fumbling with it a bit, of course, because of the lingering effects of the champagne, but enjoying the slow pace because of what it did to Erwin. With that thought, he undid one more button while Erwin nodded before he stopped, biting his lip and moving to pull the bottom half of his shirt out of his pants. A brush of cool air against his stomach let him know that Erwin had likely been treated to the quick sight of some skin, and he confirmed it by swallowing heavily, his fingers curling on top of his thighs a bit as if he contemplated reaching out to touch him.

“Yes.” Erwin answered, his voice having become low and a bit raspy over the past few minutes.

“Like this?” Levi asked, popping open another two buttons while still holding the bottom of his shirt to expose his stomach, pulling the seam of it apart a bit too so that the edge of his collar began to slide off of one shoulder.

By then, he’d undid enough buttons so that it was loose enough to do so, and Levi did nothing to stop it when Erwin’s hands shifted again over his legs and he leaned forward, his eyes focused and flickering from the skin of his belly to that of his shoulder.

“Yes. Just like that, Levi.” He said, licking his lips and now frowning in something like concentration. “Except I would have ripped all of the clothing off of you by now.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to kiss you. And touch you all over. You’re gorgeous.”

Flushing red at that, Levi’s mouth went dry too but he somehow resisted the urge to just tug everything off that was still left by himself, slowly undoing a few more buttons instead so that he finally ended up with the shirt hanging half open. “Well, you gotta wait this time.”

“Yes, but that’s alright. It just gives me more time to figure out what I want to do to you.”

“Bastard.” Levi swore at that, frowning a bit as his belly suddenly pooled even hotter with arousal. He was distracted for a moment, he thought, nearly whining at the promise behind Erwin’s words — which, as he knew, was probably why he had said them — and feeling a surge of impatience himself, managing to fight it off when Erwin gave him a playfully smug smile and he scowled in response. “Let me finish.”

“I will.” Erwin replied smoothly, leaning even farther forward to rest his chin on one hand.

The movement brought him less than a foot away from where Levi was standing by then, of course, and it was all he could do to keep his hands steady while he finished unbuttoning his shirt, now thinking only of Erwin’s fingers on his skin, his warm mouth — which was right there — pressing kisses over his stomach before blazing a wet, heated trail lower. With the way Erwin was eyeing his groin by then he had no doubt that he would, either, as no sooner had Levi’s hands reached his pants than he’d started staring raptly, biting his lip too as Levi hooked his thumbs in his belt loops and made like he was going to pull.

At the last second, however, he stopped and just stood there, by then mostly sober enough to appreciate how much he liked having Erwin hanging by a thread like that. It was exciting, he thought, and it made him flush to think that he was wanted so badly that Erwin could barely stay still in his seat, allowing himself to take one last good look at him — red-faced and tense — before he pushed both his pants and underwear down and finally climbed into his lap.

Their lips met immediately, of course, their kiss messy and heated because of how turned on they both apparently were, and Erwin wasted no time in picking him up, hoisting Levi into his arms so that he could deposit him on the nearby bed.

Shifting, Levi let out a gasp as Erwin started mouthing at his neck before moving to his stomach like he’d known he would, arching his back while he trailed lower and excitedly began to take his reward.

[commodorecliche]

I've always wanted a playlist from you!!! For Lucia. Please and thank!

OH YAY!!! I hope you like it, hun! <3

L: Like People, Like Plastic - AWOLNATIONU: Under the Sheets - Ellie GouldingC: Cut Your Teeth - Kyla La GrangeI: Infra-red - PlaceboA: Atlas - Battles (this music video is really neat too)

Send Me Your Name & I’ll Make a Playlist from the Letters!

[tinybibe]

i was tagged by @sensitive-eruri​ (thank you! :) )

1ST RULE: tag 10 people you want to get to know better 2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true I’m tagging (if they haven’t done it) @zedsdead1001​ @kittyboo8015​ @mirsama​ @fujoshichan69​ @chuulain​ @atomicalpaca​ @absolute-eruri-trash​ @nangnuk​ @cheekysmiletoo​ @autiacora​ @ichigoreiyo​ @babushka-hi-hi​

APPEARANCE:

I am 5'7" or taller  I wear glasses I have at least one tattoo I have at least one piercing I have blonde hair I have brown eyes I have short hair My abs are at least somewhat defined I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY: I love meeting new people People tell me that I’m funny Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me I enjoy physical challenges I enjoy mental challenges I’m playfully rude with people I know well I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it ABILITY: I can sing well I can play an instrument I can do over 30 pushups without stopping I’m a fast runner I can draw well I have a good memory I’m good at doing math in my head I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch I know how to throw a proper punch HOBBIES: I enjoy playing sports I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else I have learned a new song in the past week I work out at least once a week I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months I have drawn something in the past month Fandoms are my #1 passion I do or have done martial arts EXPERIENCES: I have had my first kiss I have had alcohol I have scored the winning goal in a sports game I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting I have been at an overnight event I have been in a taxi I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year I have beaten a video game in one day I have visited another country I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts RELATIONSHIPS: I’m in a relationship I have a crush on a celebrity I have a crush on someone I know I have been in at least 3 relationships I have never been in a relationship I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them I get crushes easily I have had a crush on someone for over a year I have been in a relationship for at least a year I have had feelings for a friend MY LIFE: I have at least one person I consider a “best friend” I (used to) live close to my school (I already graduated) My parents are still together I have at least one sibling I live in the United States There is snow right now where I live I have hung out with a friend in the past month I have a smartphone I have at least 15 CDs I share my room with someone RANDOM SHIT: I have breakdanced I have had a teacher with the last name that’s hard to pronounce I have dyed my hair I’m listening to one song on repeat right now I have punched someone in the past week I know someone who has gone to jail I have broken a bone I have eaten a waffle today I know what I want to do with my life I speak at least 2 languages I have made a new friend in the past year

[pilindiel]

JeanMarco Month Day 28: Genre - Miscellaneous

@jeanmarcomonth since all of the lovely mods and runners of this month have been so kind and so wonderful, I’d like to give a shout out to them, and talk about my favorite fics of their’s.

@emelianss has one of my favorite JeanMarco stories: Follow Your Heart.  It’s based on the Don Bluth animated Thumbelina movie, but trust me when I say you don’t need to have seen the movie to enjoy the story.  Follow Your Heart is so sweet and pure and everything in it flows so naturally.  The magic in this is beautiful to read.  This story is lovely and you should all check it out.  (And check out emelianss too, who is such a sweet heart and has a lovely sense of humor.)

I’d like to give a shout out to @fitried​ and their lovely one shot, One Big Universe.  This story has such a comfy atmosphere from the get go and the space metaphors in it are so beautifully interwoven.  It’s warm in that tipsy kind of way, where everything feels a little softer than normal and you can definitely tell Marco and Jean are feeling that too.  This one-shot just leaves me feeling all fuzzy inside.  Definitely worth a read.

Who in this fandom has not heard of @flecksofpoppy​?  Who has not been moved by Poppy’s Eruri work and Poppy’s beautiful twitter fics?  Not only that but Poppy is kind and funny and so very sweet and that translates to their writing.  There are tons of Poppy stories I could gush about, but I’m going to have to go with A Comfortable Place for now, since goddammit I love cuddles, and I love how these ones are written.

Kitchen by @fujoshichan69​ is another great story written by a great person.  This story has a touch of EreJean in it but it’s also got the well-beloved chubby Marco and deals with lots of insecurities.  Some of it is hard to get through emotionally, but it’s a beautiful read and it’s incredibly comforting at the end.  Just the kind of gentle angst I love.

@approaching-asymmetry​ has an incredible fic called Work of Heart made for the JM Gift Exchange and man, is it a treat.  I’m such a sucker for how awkward these two interact starting off and the amount of passion and knowledge Jean has for sculpting is so palpable I could feel it bouncing off the page.  A story about love, art, and understanding.  I adore it.

@wear-a-reynkout wrote the only coffee shop AU I have ever enjoyed, Struck By the Goodman.  I’m gonna level with you guys - I worked at Star$ for a while and both my stores were pretty terrible.  I have had dumb people like Samuel at my store, but I’ve also had lovely people like Marco who would give a grumpy Jean a remake and make sure they were okay.  The atmosphere in this is so homey too - I can smell the cinnamon and long to feel warm sweaters on my skin.  It’s lovely.

Thank you all for your hard work and everything you did for us.  This was such an absolute blast to be a part of and thank you all for being so organized and prompt and just!!!!  You are all so lovely and wonderful!!  

Thank you so very much!!!!

Two more days and two more prompts!

[fenfyre]

For @fujoshichan69 who for some reason wanted a continuation of this dumpsterfire ... I hope you’re happy now! __________________________________ “Is it true?”, Eren asks, carefully controlling his tone but restlessly pacing across the backyard they slipped out to after dealing with the initial fallout. Marco sighs, running a hand through his already tousled hair yet again. “I mean … yes”, he begins, slowly, reluctantly. This is exactly why he didn't tell Eren about having dated Jean in the first place. He'd never been in the mood to deal with unnecessary jealousy. “We did have a … a thing in high school, but...” “No”, Eren interrupts him, a dry laugh following the word as he comes to a halt and shakes his head, looking over at Marco. It feels like everything is slipping away. “No, no, no. Did you tell him you'd wait for him to come back?” What? Marco frowns, thinking the word over for a moment. He watches Eren scoff and roll his eyes before starting to pace again. So much restless energy. Marco swallows and shakes his head. This can't be what has Eren this upset, can it? “I … Eren, he was gone for five years. I thought he'd find someone else, I...” “Fuck Marco, I know your bullshit!” Eren's voice is suddenly rising as a burst of previously contained anger breaks free and his fist comes down hard on one of the high tables he's passing, porcelain ashtray jumping and empty wine glasses clinking together. “You didn't have the balls to break things off with him when he left. And then you didn't have the balls to tell him when we started dating. You just let him run into that fucking knife when he came back!” For a moment it's quiet between them except for the distant chatter of their friends and relatives as they eat dinner. Even Eren's frozen in place, staring at him with such disappointment and frustration, like all the respect he once held for Marco just drained away in the span of barely an hour. Marco swallows again. It gets harder each time. “That's...”, he begins, slowly, carefully. “That's the problem? That I made a mistake when I was eighteen? I thought it was obvious we'd break up when he moved away for so long...” Eren scoffed again. “Well, obviously he didn't get the memo!” There's something about the way Eren says it, like Marco is a complete idiot for not getting it earlier, that makes him snap. He knows he shouldn't, knows that Eren is upset enough already and that shouting back won't solve anything. But he's so scared and unsure and he just got utterly humiliated in front of everyone he knows and he just can't hold it together anymore. Not when Eren looks at him like everything that's wrong in the world is his fault. “Why do you even care?”, he shouts and his throat is so tight is hurts to force out the words. “You don't even like him! What do you care if I broke his heart this one time? I chose you, alright? You won! Fuck everything else!” Eren let's out a frustrated grunt, both hands digging into his hair as he bends forward. “God this is not about winning, Marco!” His words are an angry kind of helpless and Marco feels his heart bleed for Eren because he feels so helpless as well. “You always pull shit like that! You just … never own up to anything!” Eren comes up again, reaching out to grab a half empty wine glass and down it in one go. Marco can barely grimace before his husband – god he's his husband and this is how they're starting their marriage! - continues. “And no, I'm not his biggest fan but I'm a decent human being. You made him think he had a chance, something to come back to, for five damn years! And instead you ask him to be your fucking best man! That's so fucked up, Marco! No wonder he got shitfaced drunk and pulled something like that!” There's nothing he can say, not really. So Marco stays quiet for a long time, watching Eren slowly pull himself back together. “I'm sorry”, he says after what feels like an eternity, voice brittle but no less true. Eren hums, a tiny, thoughtful noise, and when he looks back up at Marco there's much less hostility in his eyes. “That's good”, he says, quietly. “But it doesn't do much now, does it?” The words burn in Marco's chest because they're true. He already hurt the two most important people in his life. He'd been hurting Jean for years. And what's worse he knew it but still decided to ignore his supposedly best friend's suffering because it didn't fit into the story he'd started to carve out for himself. Perfect job, perfect family, perfect boyfriend. There just wasn't any space left for a quietly pining high school sweetheart and just ignoring it had felt so much easier than facing it and having one honest conversation. One conversation and he could have prevented all this from happening. That's apparently also the conclusion Eren reaches after a while. “You need to talk to him.” “No”, Marco says and watches Eren frown but continues before his husband can protest. “Not tonight. You said it yourself, he's drunk. I think Sasha brought him up to his room to sleep it off.” Eren purses his lips, the nods. “Alright. Tomorrow then. You'll talk to him tomorrow and fix whatever you still can. Own up to your shit for once in your life. You owe us that much.” Marco bites his lip and nods. It really is about time for some uncomfortable conversations he should have had years ago. He can only hope not all is lost. And in the meantime he decides to trust Eren to not give up on him just yet. [If you enjoyed this story, please consider buying me a coffee <3]

[madbiscuitlady]

@fujoshichan69 requested some Jean and Marco. 

It took me some time before I managed to get both of them on the same lot, but once they were together this was the first thing they did. Because nothing is more romantic than smooching in the rain.

Next to Reiner and Bertl, they’ve been my most lovey dovey couple. I still get notifications about how they were seen holding hands or being sappy around the neighborhood.

[silvertonguelover]

I was tagged by @charismatic-potato

Rules: Choose 20 followers you want to know better

@saitamas-cute-katsudon-girl @loz-nerd-4ever @crriedwolf @do-not-go-gentl @acrazyfujoshiworld @hansolosmother @attackonlevihan @czerry @fujoshichan69 @chewshire @zaltanna @superwholockmachine @superwholock-fanatics @blueravencordyr @kickthenerd @kdlynx @blondsis @jeanxmarcoluv @orvynn @freckledcookiemonster

Name: Mandira

Nickname(s): Mandy , Puchu

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Aquarius

Height: 5′2′’ average female height from where I am but still struggles of a short female

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor...(The sorting hat didn’t hear my request though...I wanted to be a hufflpuff....favoritism)

Favorite Color: Blue....baby blue is an all time!

Favorite Animal: Cats

Avg. Hours of Sleep: 5 hrs. I am always sleepy but I am nocturnal....so I never get enough sleep....T~T

Cats or Dogs?: Obviously cats <3

Favorite Fictional Characters: Keeps changing....atm its Saitama and Genos from OPM, Jean Krischtein (WTH is the correct spelling!!!) is also a favorite, The tenth and eleventh Doctors!

Favorite Singer/Band: Green Day

Dream Trip: First up I would travel the region where I stay...like the whole Northeastern region of India. I would also love to go on a world tour....if its not possible then Japan for sure LoL.

Dream Job: Having my own comics one day LoL (kinda impossible for me) become an illustrator...yeah.

When was this blog made?: Hmmm.....maybe 3 years ago I don’t remember exactly.

Follower Count: 113

What made you make this blog?: Well....I saw so many awesome artists on tumblr and I just made this blog to follow them. And also post my stupid art. :P

[hannanodaa]

Jearmin commission for fujoshichan69!! Based on watergirl1968′s fanfic “The Science of Humans in Motion.” Please go and read it, it’s a really nice fic!!

[czerwik]

I COULDN'T BE HAPPIER NOW, GUYS!  I got AN AMAZING PACKAGE FROM AMAZING GIRL (LUCY, I LOVE YOU) and she knitted me the most comfortable and beautiful and bright red beanie EVER and today (and forever) I'm gonna wear it, oh dear! <333333 I'd like to thank you also for other supercute things included in package, I love them all andbtwIADOREtraditionalclothingandthatcutelildollie-!<3333  Now wait for a package from Poland, honey!  So today I'm able to celebrate Red Beanie Thursday like a boss! And-... This silly boy in the photos still doesn't know how to wear friends beanie properly to look, you know, cool. ;u;' So yeah, happy RBT! <3

[foxberryblue]

Jeanmarco, cause I can't help it. "I'm sorry my fat cat went into your flat and ate all your plants! Let me make up for it"

This sounds like a fabulous disaster!

Now also on AO3.

Jean vacuumed up the last of the dirt stuck in the carpet with a heavy sigh. Cleaning up after this mess was the last thing he wanted to do on his day off. He was never leaving that back door open ever again. Not after that fat menace of a cat jumped over the balcony divider and slunk into his apartment to eat his plants. No wonder the thing was fat.

A knock interrupted his mental rant. It had to be that neighbour of his, probably turning up to ask where his damned cat has disappeared to this time. It can’t be that hard to keep his damn cat indoors, can it?

Clearing his throat loudly, Jean opened the door with the most unimpressed scowl he could manage. Good luck to his neighbour trying to get out of this one. He can pay for the damage as far as Jean’s concerned. 

“It’s about time you –” Jean began as angrily as he could make his breath, but immediately stopped when he found himself face to face with a tall man with sparkling eyes and a charming, nervous smile. The shrugging of the man’s shoulders and the way he bit his lip in that cute apologetic way made Jean wonder why he was so angry in the first place.

His neighbour peeked over Jean’s shoulder before he apologised, “I’m so so sorry. Copernicus just loves to wander and just eat and destroy anything he finds. I’ve been trying to stop him from getting out but–”

“Wait,” Jean interrupted, still struck by how handsome his next-door neighbour was. His shoulders were broad, filling out his casual t-shirt and making Jean look like a downright slob in his, though he had the larger frame. “You call your cat Copernicus?” 

His neighbour laughed, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. His laugh was just as handsome as his smile. “Yeah… and that fat waddling ass kind of destroyed your… plants?” 

Jean bit his lip himself, trying to bite down the large smile forming as his anger faded away. Maybe he should be thanking that cat. “He did make a mess of the place.” Minutes before Jean would have cursed under in breath, but now he calmly stepped aside to gesture at the vacuum cleaner in the middle of the carpet.

“Look, I know it’s not much,” the man gestured nervously with his hands and avoided looking at Jean’s face directly. “But I’d like to make it up to you? Please let me make up for it?”Jean’s neighbour met his gaze, his handsome face just about weakening Jean’s knees. He could have just stared at those soft features and thanked him for the pleasure. “Uh, yeah, I guess so.” He had nothing to lose, and if his hopes paid off, everything to gain. “So… a date?”

“Y-yeah, that - that could… um… we could do that?” The neighbour laughed and smiled with his eyes closed. Jean didn’t know that real people actually smiled like that, wrinkling their gorgeous freckled noses like that. “Oh, I’m Marco by the way.” He gestured to his chest with an awkward slap. “Shall we say Friday? My place? I’ll cook.”

Jean reached out for the door’s handle to steady himself. “Yeah, yeah, that’s fine. Honestly, you don’t really need to do anything, really, but that’d be nice.” If Jean could slam the door shut so he could press his face against the door because of the embarrassment rising up his neck, he would have, but that’d be rude. “I’m Jean, Jean. Friday sounds great.” They nodded polite nods of goodbye and Marco walked back to his apartment. Jean quietly and careful shut the door. It clicked shut after Jean sunk to his knees and pressed his head against the door. He whispered the only thing that came to mind, “What the actual fuck was that?”

[gabriel-the-cryptid]

Basorexia [Erejean]

This is a late prompt request for fujoshichan69! I liked writing this a lot, and I love erejean a lot tbh.

This was also a pretty good writing exercise. Working on doing one prompt a day so.

Hope you guys like this one ;;;

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Basorexia: The overwhelming urge to kiss

Maybe it is the thick air as the weather gets warmer. Maybe it is the trilling of the nightingales and the crickets just yards from these barracks. Whatever it is, Jean simply cannot sleep. He tosses and turns in his bunk, his sheets discombobulated and away from him. The anxious sweat beads off his forehead, and he just can’t think. It’s so hot. Too hot.

He turns yet again—probably the third time he has done so in the past five minutes. But the fire in his stomach that escalates up to his lips, radiating off his body and keeping himself in an elated state, makes him breathless and on edge. What is this?

He realizes just how much his lips are suddenly burning. It’s the tinging fire that he feels which spreads down to his stomach. His breath hitches each time a current shoots downward, leaving sudden shocks on his mouth. He feels his lips and looks towards the other bunks. He can’t shake this sudden feeling that he is being tugged. But he relents and stays in his place, no matter how much he wants to resist.

His mind eye he sees himself, holding another soldier’s hand and intertwining fingers with them. He is smiling and pays no mind to it. He can feel the way his lips quirk up and how his teeth let the slightest exhales of his laughter loose when he meets eyes with his partner. He leans close while he strokes the other’s cheek.

Lips are aching. The voice is calling. He has the urge to follow through but a nagging gab is screaming at him to ignore, ignore…

He blinks his eyes open and jolts up in his bed. He just cannot go to sleep now. He has this feeling with no signs of shaking off. He is pretty sure it is because of the heat. There is no other way that he could be thinking of kissing…

He glances at the bunks again, where he looked before closing his eyes. He knows exactly who is sleeping there, their back facing away and their dark hair mussed from the pivoting of their head and restless dreams.

Eren.

No, anyone but Eren. He doesn’t feel that way about him. At least, that’s what Jean thinks. As young trainees they had been at each other’s throats. Hot breaths mingled in insults and scolds. Fists fired, and they got to meet the fury of the heels of each other’s boots. Whenever there was a fight, people assumed that it was Jean Kirschtein and Eren Jaeger at it again, “as usual.” That’s how it always had been. And it still is that way.

Although things were much worse when they were younger, Jean still keeps the same state he had for Eren. There is no other way to think of him. Even if he somehow happened to develop feelings for him in some weird, awkward way, it’s never going to work out. He knows it. There is never going to be any other chemistry between him and Eren Jaeger.

Lips are aching. The voice is calling.

Jean quickly covers his mouth again. It’s this burning feeling on his lips. Right along them he can feel that urge. That tinge of adulterated desire. A kiss. Just one, quick little kiss. That isn’t too much, is it?

It is if the one that he’s wanting to kiss is someone that has held a grudge against him since the first day of training in the 104th Squad. That is just common knowledge to Jean. Eren can’t stand him. Eren hates his guts. Everyone knows it.

But he sincerely wonders how those lips he used to bust open in their brawls and scrimmages feel against his own.

He quickly shakes his head. No… No, he cannot have these thoughts about Eren. Never Eren. Common knowledge for himself, common knowledge of the people around him.

He has the urge to follow through but a nagging gab is screaming at him to ignore…

Ignore it, Jean.

He can’t.

Jean runs a hand through his hair, exhaling on a shaky sigh. This feeling. He can’t possibly shake it. Not now, not ever, not while his lips are still burning and the fire is spreading, sending another jolt coursing through his veins. It’s become a curse he is plagued with, and the only form of relief is to act. That is the only way. Imagining something else doesn’t work, not while he can see Eren shift in his bunk, hear him snore soundly and shuffle his limbs restlessly. If he gets up now, he knows exactly where his feet will lead him against his will.

He feels like he could cry right now. That’s how bad this is. He wants to kiss him. Just once. And his mind begins to race further and further into his conscience. It pulls out memories. Brief ones, of course.

Nights on watch. Keeping the pace when riding on patrol on their horses. Even as far back as training. With Jean giving him the biggest smugly grin he could muster while his eyes wander to his soft hair as he hears him grunt and eat his lunch with a flare in his green eyes that says “You make me sick.”

He’s gotten used to that, and it doesn’t seem as nagging as it does now. But the mentality is still there. That brief time in their youth really did a number on them both. He doesn’t have as hard of a time on trusting him with his judgment and skill, but socially and as a friend, he still does. Definitely. He doesn’t even feel like he is friends with him.

But at the same time, amidst this wall he’s built up as high as Rose, there is this feeling of longing. It’s true. Sometimes, on nights like these, he thinks about how nice it would feeling for once having Eren’s hand gently holding his instead of clenched into a fist headlong for his not-so-pretty face. To feel those nimble fingers intertwining with his own. That seems much better than what he is normally used to.

He sometimes thinks about how it might feel falling asleep next to him. Sharing each other’s warmth under these thin sheets. Arms looping around one another. Smiles exchanged in the dark and foreheads pressed together, their lips smiling and bringing them closer until they connect so perfectly.

Lips are aching. The voice is calling.

Jean can’t take it. He turns on his side again. The nagging gab telling him to ignore is getting softer though. He seems to have persuaded it. Just one little kiss… That’s all he wanted. And it shouldn’t be that hard to get, right? It probably is, but it doesn’t know that.

His lips are aching so badly right now.

Just once. Just once he wants to feel the way Eren’s lips feel against his own. He wonders how he tastes. He wonders how his breath will hitch when they’re so close that they pant hotly against each other’s skin. He wonders how much he’d have to lean his head down in order to have their lips meet. That’s not nearly as powerful as the imagination as their hands spreading this wildfire and making them both shake as they’re against the wall and grasping at each other’s jackets. This image is just so, so much.

The voice is calling and getting louder and louder and tormenting Jean as he tries to hide these emotions in his bed. But the burning on his lips and the thoughts in his mind, and the voice…

The voice is coming right from the bunk across the barracks.

Jean sits up again. Eren’s tossing and turning a little more than usual. Nightmare? He rubs his head and tilts it back. Also realizing that the sun is starting to rise now, he groans inwardly. He only had about four hours of sleep, give or take.

But it’s enough to keep him somewhat stable this morning. He sees Eren jolt awake, and his craving ceases. He has to keep it concealed. Who knows what would happen if he suddenly acted on it. Everyone is still asleep though, surprisingly.

Eren looks over at Jean with this dazed, worried look on his face. His nightmare must have been pretty bad tonight. He is gasping for air and holding onto the sheets until his knuckles are white. As he shakes his head he makes sure that the dried tear stains are somewhat wiped off. He’s just making sure he is safe, making sure he is in current time and not in whatever hell he is living in his dreams. It’s something that Jean regrets that he can’t experience.

Jean can’t just sit there like nothing is going on. “You okay?” he quietly calls while the others are sleeping.

The brunette shrugs. “Guess I am.” He’s in one of those moods this morning.

It’s kind of hot, in Jean’s opinion.

He quickly shakes his head. No. Now is not the time to have these temptations toying with him. He can’t think like this while they are both awake. But god… as much as he really wants to. Just once. One little kiss wouldn’t hurt anybody.

“Are you sure?” Jean’s voice comes out as a groggy croak.

“Yeah, whatever.” He does look a little hurt. Jean needs to just back off.

But he can’t. He’s already getting up. He is moving closer to the bed and no, no, no don’t sit next to Eren.

He sits down and runs his hand over his back. For once, Eren just lets him. He needs it, especially now after a rough night. “It’s okay,” he insists. “Can’t let a little nightmare keep you down, right?”

“Yeah,” he grumbles and gives Jean a half-hearted grin. “Go back to sleep.”

“Not yet.” He takes Eren’s hand. This craving is just making him a little braver, if anything else. He’s been wanting to just hold his hand like this for a while. Even this can be enough for now.

For once, his lips aren’t aching for that sense of affection.

“Just gonna make sure you’re alright before I do.” He watches Eren relax. Maybe it’s soothing for him to just have someone there when he just wants some reassurance. Whatever kind it is, Jean had no idea. But somehow he’s giving it to him.

“Thanks for caring,” the brunette snorts and looks down at the bed.

“No problem.” He gets up, his hand just lingering and holding Eren’s still. He can’t bring himself to let go of it. And Eren is not showing any signs of letting go either.

So he stays.

[nenekantoku]

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YOU GUYS ARE BEING TOO NICE I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BEHAVE

[lumiellle]

Jm dog park au where Jean has the smallest most aggressive dog and Marco has a really gentle gigantic dog! Maybe Jean's dog bites Marco's and he takes them to the vet!!

Ayyy thank you for this request!! It’s kinda short and I tweaked the outcome of the whole scenario a bit, but I hope you like it nonetheless!

One Hundred Degrees

“Snapper! Snap! Ugh. SNAP!”

Jean hates his cousin Hitch.

He hates her for her loud mouth (how ironic) and her never ending banter about how he should work out more because her boyfriend’s oh so good-looking since he started doing this or that, but at the moment he hates her most for another reason entirely.

“Snap!” he yells again, face flushed an angry red, and deep creases between his brows. A few people turn heads to see what he’s doing, some snickering at his obvious misfortune.

He doesn’t think he’ll ever forgive Hitch for nicknaming the family dog Snapper “Snap” when she’d first come to visit after Jean’s parents had adopted him as a puppy, because now he won’t respond to anything else and it makes him look like an idiot when he yells that stupid name across the dog park in varying degrees of embarrassment.

The boiling August midday sun makes sure he looks an extra level of sweaty as he half jogs half runs after the tiny dog. It’s ironic, really. Snapper’s a mix between a Jack Russel Terrier and something else, and he doesn’t look his name at all, but Jean knows he better haul his ass after him if he doesn’t want to end up paying another angry dog owner for a vet visit after an encounter with Snapper’s … temperament.

He knows Snap isn’t particularly malicious, but still, he gets a little too excited sometimes, leaving Jean with an empty wallet and the other dog with a scratch or bite too many.

With an irritated flick of his hand he swipes his sweaty hair back, flattening it against his head. He squints against the sun, trying to locate his dog between the trees and other people. The park’s pretty crowded, considering it’s just gone 1 pm and most of the dog walkers look like they should be working instead of strolling around outside, but maybe he missed the memo about some holiday or other again, who knows.

The point is, when he finally catches sight of a thoroughly fluffed up Snapper, the next thing his eyes fall on is the tan strip of skin showing under a ridden up shirt as someone bends over to pick up what looks like an enormous ball of fur. Only when he blinks and looks again does Jean notice the tufts of dark brown fur scattered across the grass.

“Snapper!” he calls, breaking into a full-out run to catch up with the terrier mix.

Jean comes to a halt with a squeaky slide over the last few inches of grass, panting. He scoops up Snapper with a quick lunge of his arms, holding him tight to his heaving chest. Immediately, routinely, he goes into apology mode (the only case in which he’s perfected the art of apologizing, he’d be lost in any other situation, really). “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please listen, okay, I’m sorry, just — let me explain—”

“Hey, breathe.”

Jean blanches. Blinking, he slowly starts taking in the person before him. Snapper yips happily in his arms, and he almost lets go of him because wow, this is not what he’d expected at all.

The young man he’d run up to fucking beams at him, his smile so bright it upstages the damned sun. His dark hair is ruffled and slightly damp from what Jean can see; a bead of sweat running down his temple is testament to how hot it really is. Freckles cover the majority of his face and strong arms in which he holds a brownish Labrador Retriever, fur on end but otherwise unscathed.

“You okay there?” the stranger asks, the words dripping from his lips like molten caramel. Jean feels the color returning to his own face like a blaze of fire. He stares dumbly for a moment, frantically trying to get a grip on himself, before he finally sets Snapper down and grabs his beat-up leash tightly, wrapping it around his wrist twice for good measure.

He cards his fingers through his hair in an attempt to look casual, but fails completely. He stutters out a broken, “Y-yeah,” and goes silent.

“Well, that’s good to hear!” the stranger says, smile still resting on his lips like it’s his default expression. He too lets his dog out of his grip and clips a leash to the Labrador’s collar.

“Did something happen with them?” Jean asks cautiously, pointing at their dogs, just to make sure.

The stranger shakes his head no, and Jean lets out a sigh of relief.

“Thank God. I’d already feared I’d have to spend another afternoon getting yelled at by someone whose dog had gotten in a fight with this rowdy right here.” He eyes Snapper warily, but the small dog only looks up at him with eyes full of innocence.

“He didn’t seem particularly evil to me,” the stranger laughs and offers his hand to Jean. “Hi, I’m Marco. And this,” he points at his dog, “is Jenny.”

“Nice to meetcha!” Jean grins and shakes Marco’s hand. “The name’s Jean! You’ve met Snapper. Or Snap.”

“Yeah.” Another blinding smile flashes across Marco’s features. Little creases form around his eyes when he grins, freckles dark against his skin. Jean thinks he might not be able to keep looking at him if he keeps those smiles up, because damn, this guy’s really attractive.

Jean scratches at the back of his neck. “You sure Jenny’s okay? Snapper can be a little … y’know.”

“Mhm.” Marco shakes his head again, waving his hand. “She’s fine. Look?” Jenny wags her tail happily at the sound of Marco’s voice. Snapper pulls at his leash to try to get closer to her. Jean tugs back a little, but Marco laughs.

“They were just playing, really. I think Jenny likes him. I do too,” he adds, the edge of his lips twitching up whilst he looks at Jean. Jean fumbles for words for a second, disarmed by Marco’s smile yet again. “S-so…” he begins, letting his voice fade for lack of more words. He’s never been a good talker.

“So?” Marco cocks his head to the side, and Jean thinks that he looks a little bit like a dog himself like that. Cute. (Fuck.)

“Well, I guess I’ll get going then?” The words slip out before he can properly process them, instincts kicking in of their own accord. Great Jean, great, that’s exactly why you’ve got no fri—

“Hey! Uh, if you’ve got a minute, mind to stay a little? I think it’d be nice to let them play a little more. We just got here anyway and they seem to like each other, right?”

There’s his chance. Jean smirks, hopeful that it doesn’t look like he’s just pulling a face. “Are you sure this is just about the dogs?”

Marco sends another smile his way, innocent at the first glance but mischievous at the second, and Jean feels his ears burning up under the unrelenting sun, robbing him of his fleeting confidence from a few seconds ago. How hot is it? He doesn’t know, but man, it feels like 100 degrees Celsius.

“So is this a yes?” Marco fiddles with his end of Jenny’s leash.

Jean hadn’t planned to spend his afternoon in the dog park, but now with an offer like this, how is he supposed to say no?

He grins at Marco then, and Marco grins back, and maybe, if Jean sees right, with the way Marco squeezes one eye shut against the sun it could be a wink.

[inky-thoughts]

Commission for fujoshichan69 for the fic Cultured Man [which was a jeanmarco exchange gift for shingekinoboyfriends (also happy birthday to you & Jean!!)]

Marco’s hand slipped underneath the jacket, rain-wet lips met Jean’s in a rush, and it took Jean’s breath away. The kiss was warm, hot even, horribly wet with burning tears from both their eyes that ran down their cheeks and collected on their nosetips. As though on auto-pilot, Jean’s own hands slipped into Marco’s neck, into his curls to press him closer, every piece of air between them a waste, and Jesus, Marco was a good kisser.