♔ ♧ ♠ pick one lol XD

MEME. || Finding your muse wearing their clothes.

     Eren sits up, yawning. The arm wrapped around him slides down and settles in his lap with the blankets hugging his waist. Beside him, he can hear Jean’s deep breathing, and he reaches out to touch him gently, relieved that the pads of his fingers make contact with the soft skin of the other’s cheek instead of poking him in the eye like that one time they took a nap on his bed. They aren’t at his home this morning, though, but he’s alright. With how much time he spends over here, Jean’s place has started to become almost as familiar as his own. 

     Gently, so as not to disturb his boyfriend still sleeping, Eren maneuvers himself out from under the weight of the other’s arm, setting it down on the mattress as he eases his feet to the carpet. He does not remember where he tossed his shirt last night, so kneeling down, he runs his fingers over shaggy fibers until he touches something that feels like what he had worn yesterday. Pulling the top on, Eren grabs his cane, carefully makes his way to the door of the room, and closes it behind him. 

     It’s a while before he hears the door open again and bare footsteps padding across the floor. From where he is sitting at the table in the kitchen, drinking a glass of milk, he hears his name called, and he answers with an “I’m over here” to save Jean the trouble of finding him on his own. 

     “You look cute,” Eren hears Jean say as he enters the kitchen. “Decided to wear my shirt today instead of yours, huh?” Eren’s expression twists with confusion, and the look on his face is met by the sound of laughter. “You must’ve grabbed it by mistake.” 

      Eren chuckles, running the fabric of the garment more deliberately between his fingers. “Whoops. I thought this felt a little different. I can take it off if it bothers you.”

kiss me lol.

MEME. || First three in my inbox get kisses. NOT ACCEPTING.  

     Kissing Jean is something Eren’s still trying to get used to.

     He is used to the make-outs, the desperate slamming of each other against the walls, the passion-fueled grinding of their bodies, the clacking of their teeth and the twining of their tongues. He is used to seeing hickies on his skin when he wakes up in the morning and looks at himself in the mirror. He is used to feeling an aching lust, a burning desire to be closer to Jean, to let their arguments turn into something heavier, headier, and lead them wherever they wanted to go.

     But Eren didn’t expect to end up here. He is sitting in Jean’s lap at Connie’s house. All the down-right confused looks they used to get from their friends had shifted into hardly anyone even batting an eye anymore. Jean’s arm wraps low around his waist to keep him steady, and Eren turns away from the football game on the TV to peer up at the other teen’s profile. A focused wrinkle etches across the skin of his forehead; annoyance at the scoreboard pulls the corners of his mouth downward, and Eren wants so badly to kiss him. Sweetly. Slowly. He wants to tell Jean with the smooth brush of their lips all about how his chest gets tight when he looks at him now, how he smiles when he thinks about him at night, alone in his bed, wishing that he was there too–how that shallow, four little word he used to feel had become so much more than he ever imagined.

     Reaching out, Eren cups Jean’s cheek, and despite the initial noise of protest Jean utters at being forced to turn away from the game, Eren leans up and presses his lips to his, a blush blooming across the bridge of his nose at the sweetness of it all. He can’t believe Jean can make him red with an emotion other than anger. He never imagined that was possible. 

     So while Eren is still not used to any of this, he loves it, and he loves Jean. 

     And one day he’ll tell him all about that too.

♢ Straddling their lap and holding their face to yours for a deep kiss.

MEME. || Acts of Affection.

♢ Straddling their lap and holding their face to yours for a deep kiss.

     The time in the evening after dinner and before bed, Eren–with hair still damp from the shower–lies down on the couch in the living room and reaches for the television remote. Boxers ride low on his hips, the only article of clothing he bothers with. If he had been heading to sleep, sliding beneath the sheets perfectly crisp and cool against bare skin, he probably would not have bothered with any at all. But boxers are fine and still give him that the sense of freedom he craves; they are easy to take off too, just in case. 

     Getting comfortable, Eren stretches across the full-length of the sofa, arms flung behind him over the armrest as his legs straighten out and drape themselves open. Down the hall, he hears the water of the shower running through the pipes. If he listens more closely, he can hear singing too, Jean’s voice blending with the other noises coming from the bathroom. Eren snorts to himself and starts to flip through the channels–Friends, Snapped, Who’s Line is it Anyway? a few of the shows he passes by. He is not searching for anything in particular, and every now and then, he stops to watch a couple minutes of something before moving on his way again. 

     He is paused on Animal Planet when the door to the bathroom opens. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Jean walk into the room, but he doesn’t take his gaze off the TV screen. If Jean wants to sit on the couch with him, then he is more than welcome to lift his legs onto his lap. Except he doesn’t. The couch still dips with added weight, Jean’s knees hug either side of his hips, and Eren finally looks up to see a crimson flush simmering beneath pale-skinned cheeks. They gaze at each other heatedly for a moment before Jean leans down and claims Eren’s lips with his own. Pleasure-filled moans slip from joined mouths through whispering brushes of lips. With teeth and tongue, they taste each other, biting hard and breathing heavy. When they part, who knows how long later, Eren’s mouth has begun to feel swollen, his body warm and needy. 

     “Someone’s in a mood,” he breathes with a smirk on wet lips, an amused glimmer in bright eyes. “I thought we were just gonna watch TV but,” he wraps a hand around Jean’s neck and pulls him back down for another lingering kiss, “I think I like this better.”

[text] The truth is I’m not over you. //dun dun dun...

MEME. || More Texts for You Bitches.

     The phone dings and a woman’s voice speaks out into darkness. 

     2:20 AM. 1 Notification.

     Bodies shift beneath blankets, a rustle of bed sheets as legs stretch and arms tighten. Eren’s face twists with dissatisfaction, and from somewhere above his head, he hears a sound to match what he feels. “I’m going to kill whoever is texting you right now.” 

     A smile plucks at the corners of Eren’s lips, and he nuzzles his cheek against Levi’s bare chest. He loves the gruffness in the other man’s voice. “It’s probably my dad. Please don’t kill him.“

     Eren feels the sigh brush through strands of his sleep-mussed hair. “If it’s your dad, you should probably see what he wants.” As much as he dislikes the idea of moving, even for a moment, from where he lies draped over his boyfriend, Eren agrees that he should check his phone. If it is his dad, it could be an emergency. His father knows where he went tonight; he would not be texting him at this hour if he did not have a good reason for doing so. 

     Tiredness gives way to an anxious itch in the pit of his stomach. Trying not to let his thoughts get too far ahead of him, Eren pulls out of the embrace and leans toward the bedside table, fingers patting the glass gently in search of his cell. He settles back down beside Levi, head resting on the pillow, as soon as he has the device in hand. A tap upon the screen, and the woman starts to read aloud for the two of them. 

     Messages, 2 minutes ago. Plus one. Jean. Jean? Eren stills, going rigid. “The truth is I’m not over you.” Actions available.

     Eren does not register the rest of the audio commands. Fingers clench around the phone, and his breath catches in his throat. Fully awake now, his mind reels in the wake of hearing the message, the words steamrolling him over and over and over yet he struggles to swallow them whole. 

     “Eren—”

     Shit. Levi. “Levi, I,” he what? A jumbled mess of things wants to leave his mouth all at once: apologies, explanations, excuses. But when his lips part, nothing. Before he has a chance to work out the knot in his tongue, Levi speaks up. 

     “So that Jean guy we ran into the other day’s your ex.”

     There is no point lying about it. Eren nods. “Yeah.”

     “I see.” 

     “Look, Levi, I don’t know why he texted me this. I haven’t talked to him since we broke up.” The words Eren could not find before suddenly come flooding out of him like a faucet turned on to full power. “You can read through my messages with him if you want. They’re months old. I know it looks suspicious that I still have his number saved, but I promise, there’s nothing going on between us.”

     The silence that follows could suffocate him. He can practically feel Levi thinking beside him, but still he has no way of knowing just what thoughts twist their way, snake-like, through the older man’s head. Moving onto his side, Eren turns his face toward his boyfriend, needy for some sort of contact from him–voice, touch, anything. “Levi—”

     “I believe you, Eren.” As if he had been buried, Eren is pulled up for air when he hears Levi’s voice again, quieter than before in a way that sounds distant, but the distance between them is closed when an arm wraps around him again, pulling him back to where he had been before: pressed up into the other’s man side. Eren relaxes against him, hand coming to rest over a steady heart beat. “But I want to be the one who answers. Can I?”

     Eren freezes once more. “You want to text Jean? What’re you going to say to him?” 

     Eren feels a kiss against the furrow in his brow, Levi’s lips working at wrinkles with soft presses and feather-light touches. “Relax, Eren. You can hear what I am going to say to him. If you don’t like the message or if I cross a line, you can tell me, and I’ll change it, alright?” Another kiss on his cheek, one at the corner of his mouth, and Eren nods. “Alright.”

     Message.Text field. Is editing. iMessage. Character mode. Insertion point and start.

     Listening as Levi navigates his phone, Eren waits impatiently for the text. Is Levi angry? Is he upset? Eren has never been the best at reading, but he is especially terrible at reading Levi. When the voice gives no indication of the emotions lingering below, it is hard, nay, impossible for Eren to know what is really going on. 

     “Jean,” the name is steady on the other man’s tongue, and Eren waits for what is to come, “this is Levi, Eren’s boyfriend. Thank you for waking us up at 2 o’clock in the morning to tell Eren you still have feelings for him. That’s definitely not something either of us expected to hear, but it can’t be helped. What can be helped is you not doing this again. Eren’s happy. I’m happy. Do not try to get in the way of that. I don’t know what exactly happened between the two of you. Eren hasn’t told me much. But I do know that you hurt him, and I won’t let you hurt him again. Do not text this number anymore.”

     Send button. Double tap to send.

     “Was that okay?” 

     Eren closes his eyes and takes a breath. “Yeah.”

     Send.