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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 3 months

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Hey this one is a bit oc ish do I hope you don't mind but can you write some headcanons for Jean falling in love and secretly dating Levi's adopted daughter? (Bonus fact is that she's basically adopted by the entirety of the scout regiment)

jean kirstein falling for you, levi’s adopted daughter

the day jean kirstein realized you were levi’s daughter was the day his world came crashing down. unusually deterred by a parents opinion, he knew this was different. levi put the fear of god into his heart as a young cadet.

it didn’t completely stop him though. jean just realized he had to watch the way he looked at you when he was around.

it wasn’t helping that you were adored by the rest of the scout regiment. everybody bent over backwards for you. you were the princess of the squad and it made jean want you terribly bad. he wanted to treat you better than the rest.

you were easily impressed by his boldness. no other cadet bothered to make a move, no matter how much they’d wanted to, knowing levi was always around lurking when you were present.

jean decided to ask you out when the scouts were helping the garrison regiment test the cannons. he knew your father wouldn’t be able to hear over the booms. you said yes.

he’d often met you in the middle of the night outside your room. the hallways were always filled with your whispers when the moon was at its highest.

the longing looks at meal times were treacherous, looking too long would raise suspicion.

he’d sneak you an extra piece of bread during dinner, dropping it on your plate as he walked by.

on days with nothing to do, jean would sit and mend up your odm gear, polishing any scratches and checking for any possible malfunctions.

that’s when levi knew there was something going on, when he found jean meticulously going over your belt. he didn’t say anything and let him do what he was doing in peace.

levi pretended to be in the dark about it for most of the time. truth was, jean wasn’t very subtly and you weren’t good at hiding that lovey-dovey look in your eyes.

levi found amusement in watching jean watch you. he liked the way jean’s eyes would flicker from you back to him, to see if he was watching.

levi made it his personal mission to bother jean about it, acting like he was suspicious of you two.

jean would get all flustered when levi would confront him. he’d play incredibly stupid.

in reality, levi accepted that you were old enough to make your own decisions about who to date and he could see that jean clearly cared deeply for you. he just liked seeing jean buckle under the stress.

click here for my jean x reader slow burn fic

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daydreamvalley · 3 months

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Jean Kirstein as Felix. Just think about it.

#attack on titan #saltburn #aot fanfiction #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x reader #jean headcanons #moodboard #aot headcanons #jean fluff #jean x reader #jacob elordi #jean smut #aot smut #jean kirschtein x reader #writing prompt #jean fanfic #shingeki no kyojin #jean kirschstein #aot modern au

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kodi-time · 3 months

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HOLLYWOOD'S DEAD ; JEAN KIRSTEIN

Y/n and Jean seemed like the average Hollywood couple. They showed up to every event together, flaunted each other on social media, and had a group of people who were always wondering what would happen with them. They left average couples frowning jealously at their phone screens, and kept fans constantly reading articles on their current relationship status. They were what every couple wanted to be.

But they were never quite what they seemed.

Their entire relationship was built off a lie. The promise of a boost in their careers was what had brought them together. There was no love between the two of them. At least, not at first. Jean Kirstein was a prick; a known womanizer with an ego taller than himself. Y/n hated it. Hated him. It was only temporary, she would remind herself. There were no real feelings involved. No reason to be intimate or grow too close.

Yet she still found herself doing it, no matter how hard she tried to fight it off.

Pairing: jean kirstein x reader Word Count: currently n/a BEWARE This book contains foul language, trauma, dark humor, mentions of sexualization (NO SMUT), eating disorders && familial issues.

I can also be found on wattpad && ao3, where chapters for this will be released first, and where you can find updates! <3

TABLE OF CONTENTS Chapter One: first draft ; actual chapter will be out within 2 weeks!

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moo-blogging · 11 months

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Hey can you do like a fluff oneshot for Jean where like reader and Jean were childhood best friends and then Jean went to the military promising her that he'd come back for her after he had became a military police but now it's been 6 years and they're both 19 and Jean comes back from the war between Hell and Heaven (the rumbling war) and then it's like fluff between them.

Hey anony, sorry it took me forever. I hope you didn't feel like you did something wrong. I just had nothing in my head when it comes to your request until now. I hope you enjoy it :)

Many days (weeks, sorry) thoughts #118:

This was the reason you liked Jean. When he decided to do something, he would do it with all his heart, and nothing and no one could stop him. Jean's mother was sobbing, wiping her tears on a pink handkerchief as Jean was waiting for the roll call to board the boat to the training camp. After the titan attack, Jean wanted to join the military police for a better life inside Wall Sheena. Watching the gleam in his eyes when he told you he had signed up for the army, you knew he had set his heart on it. You could only give him your blessings.

You pulled the hem of his shirt. Jean turned his body half way and grinned at you. "I'm going to be a hero, Y/N," Jean saluted with his fist on his chest, "just wait and see. I will be a military police and we will live inside Wall Sheena."

You bit the inside of your lower lip even though you had so many things to say, but in the end you whispered, "I would rather you stay." You swallowed. "We can get a job in the next district, work our way into that wall."

Jean turned around fully and looked at you face to face. "I want to make it for us. My mom and you. I promised your mother to take care of you, and I will do that."

"Jean Kirstein!"

"Here!" Jean raised his hand to the commander in front. "Got to go now, Y/N. Take care of my mom." He waved to you and his mom and boarded the ship. You held onto his crying mother until the ship sailed away.

Two years later, when Jean was to graduate from the Training Corps and go into Military Police, you received a letter from Jean that he had chosen the Survey Corps instead. His mother broke down into loud sobs because she feared for his safety. You felt your heart broken as it meant he wouldn't come back to you. And he might never. In his letter, he did not mention about the promise he made to you. You knew he had forgotten about moving into Wall Sheena.

So you took up his promise and worked two jobs, working in the post office in the morning and printing newspaper at the press at night. You worked so hard your fingers were permanently black. You wanted to save up enough to afford a room in Wall Sheena, at least for Jean's mom and you, and maybe Jean too.

Then the Battle of Heaven and Earth started without warnings and ended messily. The Founding Titan's power was awakened and all the titans in the wall awoke and turned everything in their path into dirt. You volunteered as a medic, going through hundred and thousands of survivors and victims just to ensure Jean wasn't one of them who did not make it. Blood only looked like ink on your blackened fingers and you worked through the days.

It was hard to look up and not see the walls. You felt exposed to the outside world, extra helpless knowing Jean wasn't by your side.

One hot afternoon, you were worn out pulling broken limbs from piles of rubble, your eyes blurry and head heavy. You dragged your tired body under an umbrella set out nearby as a rest stop and dropped onto the ground. You were breathing through your mouth and you felt light headed.

"Drink up," someone passed you a bottle.

Without looking, you took the bottle and swallowed the water. "Thank you."

"No, thank you," the voice said. You found the voice familiar and you turned around. What you saw made you froze.

The man in front of you had long hair, scars around his face but eyes still gleamed like the day he left. His face had gotten longer and he had short beard on his chin, but it was him.

You blinked a few times. Jean gave you a small smile. "Hi, Y/N."

"Je-Jean?" You sat up straight, hands trembling as you reached out to his face. "Is that you?"

Jean let out a short laugh and grabbed your hands in his, "yes, Y/N. I'm home now."

Tears streamed down your face as you felt his touch. He was real and he came back. You pulled him into a hug, grabbing his shirt in your fist fearing that something might take him away again if you didn't. Jean held you back tight. You felt his arm snaked around your back and his large palms were holding you tight on your shoulder and waist.

"Sorry it took me so long," Jean rubbed your back, "thanks for waiting."

You pulled away and stared at him, "yea, smart-ass. There's no more Wall Sheena to move into now." You both laughed.

6 months later, the island was rebuilding fast with new technologies. Jean, now a captain of the Survey Corps, bought a house in the middle of the city. He visited every other week during the weekends. He had been busy but he always made time for you and his mother. Sometimes you would pick him up from the military camp. You loved seeing him jogging toward you, his face lit up with a smile as he approached.

If he were to travel, he would bring souvenirs for you. Hats from other cities, cakes and biscuits or postcards. And one day, Jean got you a necklace.

He cleared his throat, "Y/N, wo-would you be my lover?"

You said yes and he kissed you on your lips, slow and deep.

When you broke the kiss, arms still around each other, Jean whispered, "I should have done this earlier."

#first time writing jean #i know near to nothing about him #staying loyal to levi haha #jean kirschtien #jean kirsten x reader #jean fluff #aot fanfic #jean fanfic

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ackermelon · 2 years

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Jean x Reader Oneshot

Summary: A long day at work can be exhausting, draining. All you wanted to do was to cry in the shower then bury yourself under your blankets and sleep the weekend away. And you intended to, until a certain someone decided to come by for a visit.

P.S. this was written for entirely selfish reasons.

Leaving a trail of clothes behind you, you made your way into your bathroom, shedding yourself of the last of your clothing and stepping into the shower as soon as the glass started to fog up. Now fully under the stream of hot water, your muscles began to relax.

It had been a long day at work, the longest. Your social battery was drained. Just the thought of going to work the next day sent you over the edge, tears getting lost in the hot water running down your body. You cried for a while, sobs masked under the sound of water pattering against the floor tiles. You didn’t even hear the jingle of keys as your front door opened.

The soft knock on your bathroom door startled you, and news articles of 'the murder victim found naked in their shower' flashed into your head. They did not sound appealing so you reached for your shampoo bottle, hoping that would be enough to save your life. However, you lowered your hand, and your heart rate calmed down as soon as you heard the familiar voice outside your bathroom.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Spoke Jean, the love of your life. And although you evolved into a sobbing mess over the mere thought of speaking to another human only a few minutes ago, you wanted nothing but to be engulfed in his arms right this moment.

“Yeah,” you replied, voice raspy. You knew he knew. You didn’t have to tell him. Leaving a trail of clothes always meant you had a bad day.

“Are you sure?” His voice was so soft, so warm, so Jean. You wanted to tell him everything, yet you didn’t want to burden him with yet another pitiful story about your day. Perhaps you were afraid of him thinking you complained a lot. No one liked a complainer. So, you remained silent, hot tears pooling in your eyes once again.

“Are you crying?”

Well, now you were.

You switched the water off after calming down, wrapping yourself in a big towel and preparing yourself to face the man on the other side of the door. You looked tired. You were tired. But he had never commented on that before, so why were you afraid that he would now?

You opened the door, your eyes glued to the floor. He was wearing your fluffy slippers; you almost smiled. Almost.

“Hey,” he said, his voice so soft you almost melted into the floor. You weren’t looking at his face, but you could tell he was smiling. He was always smiling when he was with you. “Bad day?” He asked after a few seconds of silence. Of course he knew. You only nodded, walking into his arms. He didn’t even hesitate to wrap his arms around you, holding you against his chest.

This. This is what you needed, not sleep, only Jean. He was so warm, even as the cold started to seep through your wet skin. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, brushing his lips against the corner of your eye.

With you still in his arms, he walked you to your room after noticing the slight shiver that shook your body. Your face was buried in his chest, so you didn’t notice that he had cleaned up the clothes you had left behind in your living room. The sound of the washing machine going in the laundry room went unnoticed by you.

Your eyes were fixed on the droplets of water sitting on your thighs after Jean sat you down on your bed. Without breaking the silence, he looked through your closet for something warm to wear, smiling to himself when he saw the stack of hoodies - that were once his - occupying a generous space in one of your drawers. He picked one out along with some sweatpants. He kneeled on the ground by your feet, gently lifting each leg off the ground to slip on your underwear. He left it gathered by your knees and moved to remove the wet towel off you, looking at your face for any signs of discomfort. As if he could ever make you uncomfortable. You would do anything he asked of you. Anything. You nodded and relaxed your muscles as he pulled the towel off you, your body closing in on itself as the cold air hit your bare skin. Jean was quick to cover you up with a shirt, then his hoodie. Warmth was quick to seep into your skin, especially after he had pulled on your sweatpants. He stood up and signalled for you to do the same, so you did, and he continued to pull up your bottoms.

Jean held your waist in his hands. Warm. So you relaxed against him. One of his hands moved up to the back of your neck, and you felt gentle lips pressing against the top of your head. You sighed in content. You could feel the tension you had felt all throughout the day simply fade away, as if it were never there to begin with.

You appreciated that he understood you were overwhelmed, and that you didn’t feel like explaining why you felt so terrible. Perhaps because you didn’t exactly know why that was. You appreciated that he took care of you in times like this, and that he didn’t appear to be burdened by it. You appreciated everything he did for you. You appreciated him.

But how could he not take care of you, especially when you didn't feel like yourself? He would never forgive himself if he ever let you cry yourself to sleep alone in a cold, empty bed. He would leave everything behind to hold the person he loved so dearly, you, to watch them relax in his arms after a long day. He dedicated himself to loving you, to taking care of you, long before you could even imagine.

“Thank you,” you broke the comfortable silence.

Your voice was hoarse, you nose was red, and the tiny sniffles you made every other second brought a smile to Jean’s lips. You were so cute, standing there in his arms, in his hoodie, smelling like the shampoo you’ve used since you’d first met him. Everything about you felt so familiar to him and he loved it all. There was not a single part of you that he didn’t love. Your face, your nose, your body, the perfume you always wear, the fact that you think he hates when you vent to him about your day when – in fact – he loves it. Everything about you he loves, because it was you. Even when you press your ice-cold hands against the back of his neck when you kiss him – it makes his heart melt. He still flinches though - he's still human.

“Anytime,” you felt him smile against your forehead as he placed another kiss there. “I’m always here for you, y/n.”

Warmth surged through your abdomen, and you pulled away from him. You held his hand in yours and gestured towards your bed. Jean watched you climb into the bed before doing the same, holding his arms out for you. You instantly moved forward, strong arms wrapping around you, and you felt like you were about to melt away.

This. This was perfect. You were no longer thinking about the gruesome day you’ve had, nor were you thinking about the gruesome day you were probably going to have tomorrow. You could only think about now, about Jean’s arms wrapped so firmly around you, about how his scent is all you can smell, about how you are basically swimming in his hoodie, about Jean, and everything about Jean. This moment was all about him. He occupied all your senses in the best ways possible. He knew you better than you knew yourself, and treated you better than you could ever treat yourself. He was slowly teaching you to love yourself with all your flaws, because those flaws were what made you perfect in his eyes.

“Today was terrible,” you confessed after a few minutes of silence.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really.”

“That’s okay,” he said, followed by a gentle kiss on the forehead.

More silence.

“Hey Jeanboy?”

He smiled at the nickname. “Hm?”

“I'm sorry. Please stay,” you blurted out, voice small. Perhaps you felt guilty for becoming so needy when you’ve had a bad day. You just felt the need to apologize.

He ran his fingers through your wet hair, scratching gently at your scalp. “You didn’t do anything wrong. There’s no need to apologize, and I'm not going anywhere,” Jean was quick with his reply. “There’s no shame in letting me take care of you once in a while; I enjoy it, promise.” He rubbed your back as he spoke, a simple gesture that made the butterflies in your stomach go wild.

“But-“

“Shh, relax,” he interrupted. “It’s okay to not be okay, y/n. You’re human. And you’re not alone, I’m here. Always.” His words were so soft, so gentle. Your eyes watered at the mere thought of being loved so unconditionally. You didn’t feel like you deserved it, yet it felt unfair to reject it.

He felt your lips quiver against his neck, and his arms around you tightened ever so slightly. “It’s okay, you can cry. I’m here.” Jean pressed his lips against your skin, peppering kisses all over your eyes as tears flooded out of them.

“I-I love you,” your voice shook as you delivered those three words, making Jean chuckle, holding you so tightly you could barely breathe. You were so cute.

“Oh, y/n,” he breathed out, pressing his cheek against the top of your head. “I love you so much.”

That – unfortunately – only made you cry harder. And he laughed at you, the little prick. But you eventually found yourself laughing too. Everything about this moment was perfect, even with the tears and snot. It was warm, it was happy.

You did not look forward to another day at work, but you certainly did look forward to a lifetime with Jean. One filled with nothing but moments like this.

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leeryder · 7 months

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Shattered

Jean knows something is bothering Kaeya, but she can't figure it out. At least not until Kaeya suddenly collapses in her office one night.

The Chasm affects Kaeya and Jean is the one to keep him together.

#ao3 fanfic #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact #kaeya fanfic #Jean fanfic #Jean and Kaeya are besties

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kleoyeager78 · 1 year

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Can I request a citygirl!reader x cowboy!Jean in which reader is going to the countryside with her (abusive and arranged) fiance. They're supposed to spend the weekend with her parents buy when they just happen to be in the little town getting drinks for the road or sum, Jean sees fiance treating reader horribly and swoops in to save the day? Well you can make it however you want actually! Tyy

You’re mine | Jean x reader

Warning: physical abuse, smut, unprotected sex, drinking.

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Why do I have to marry a guy like him?

I hate him.

He’s an awful guy and he treats me like shit.

I don’t deserve to be treated like this. But of course I have to take all of this for my parents stupid business.

My parents wished to open a small store in the country in order to fulfill their dream of living there. But, of course, they couldn't afford it, so they forced me to marry some rich, abusive douchebag so they could fund their dream.

I told them several times about how he treats me, but each time they told me to suck it up or get over it, so I did. I accepted this life.

My parents moved to the country about a week ago.So me and my fiancé decided to pay them a visit today.

As I was packing my bags to go I noticed my fiancé standing by the door looking like he was waiting for something.

“Can I help you?” I asked him.

“You can tell me why the hell my suitcase isn’t packed” He responded.

“Maybe because you didn’t pack it”

He walked over to me and smacked me in the face. “Don’t be smart with me” he said and then went over to his closet and threw his suitcase at me. “Pack it” with that he left the room and I began packing his suitcase.

I was used to him hitting me when he was angry, so his actions did not surprise me.

After I got done packing I went to put the suitcases in the car. I hoped he would at least help me but nope he made me do it all by myself.

When I got in the car and closed the door I was instantly met with a punch to the face.

“Why the hell is the car on E” he yelled at me. “You were the last one to use it”

“It’s because when I was at the gas station you called me and told me to get home immediately”

He hit me in the face again. “ all you ever have is excuses”.

He began driving to the gas station and I just sat there holding back tears because I didn’t want to upset him.

After we got what we needed from the gas station we began to make our way to the countryside.

And let’s just say the trip was wild…..

I can't count how many times I was hit in the face or insulted by my fiancé, but I can count how many hours it took us to get here.

It took us about 8 hours to see a sign indicating that we had arrived in the country. We were, however, still about 20 minutes away from my parents' house.

We drove another five minutes when my fiancé came to a stop.

“What’s the matter?” I was confused as to why we stopped.

“Let’s go check out that bar” he said pointing to a place called Boots 'n' Beer ( or you can make up the name)

I forgot to mention that my fiancé was an alcoholic. He couldn't go more than 2 hours without drinking or he'd get angry. That's probably why he's been so aggressive.

Nonetheless I didn’t protest and just got out of the car following behind him into the bar.

The inside of the bar looked nice, but everyone there was loud.

There were men gambling and people dancing all over the place. It looked like fun, but I knew my fiancé wouldn't let me do any of it.

My fiancé and I went to the bar counter to order drinks, or rather he ordered himself a drink because I was expected to drive home.

"Can I get two shots of tequila?" He asked the bartender, who shook his head and proceeded to make the drinks.

When the bartender came back with the two shots my fiancé drowned them like they were nothing.

He ended up drinking at least ten shots of tequila before going to dance with a girl who approached him.

Leaving me all alone.

I didn’t mind though since it finally got him off my back.

“What’s a pretty gal like you doing sitting all alone” someone said behind me.

When I turned around, I was met by a very tall man with ash brown hair wearing a cowboy hat, blue jeans, and cowboy boots, so I assumed he was from here.

“Oh I’m here with my fiancé” I said with a little smile because of his compliment.

“Really? How come I don’t see him?”

“He’s over there.” I pointed to the dance floor embarrassed. It was very embarrassing telling someone that your fiancé was on the dance floor with another woman.

“I see” was all the man said before he dragged me to the dance floor.

“M-mr what are you doing?” I asked confused and scared that my fiancé would see me.

“If he can dance, so can you, right?”

I just gulped. I would have loved to dance with him if I didn’t have to pay the consequences later.

But then again thinking about what he said. I should be able to have a little fun right? Just for tonight I’ll enjoy myself and then I’ll pay the consequences when I’m done.

“Okay”

We made our way to the dance floor.

He pulled me into him causing me to put my hand on his shoulder while his hands made their way down to my waist.

He started to move his feet forward so I took that as a sign to move my feet back. Which worked well.

Our rhythm was amazing. It’s like our body’s understand each other without having to say anything.

“You’re an amazing dancer,” I told him.

“I could say the same about you” He said with a smirk plastered on his face. Then he grabbed my hand and spent me away from him before pulling me back into his chest.

“Hey I never got your name” I said to him making him chuckle.

“Names Jean, Jean Kirstein” He said with that same flirtatious smirk on his face.

“Well Jean I’m Y/n, y/n l/n” you said giving him a kind smile.

everything after that was a blur. Me and Jean continued to dance. We danced so much that I lost track of time. Jean brought me drink after drink and I forgot I had to drive home.

Little did I know I didn’t have to worry about that.

My senses didn't return until I was thrown on a bed and the same brown-haired man was towering over me, attempting to remove his belt.

“You need help with that?” I said as I crawled to the edge of the bed to help him.

He did not have time to respond. My hands were already on his belt, aching to get it off.

“Lil eager thing aren’t cha?” He said looking down at me with his now signature smirk.

“Only for you.” I looked up and gave him an equal smirk.

He pushed me back on the bed making me giggle. He then proceeded to take off his belt by himself.

When he got it off he climbed on top of me with it and tied both of my hands over my head with it.

“Buckle up girl. Tonight’s gonna be a long ride.”

He got off of me and took his jeans off then got back on top of me.

He started kissing me and sucking on my neck while pushing my panties to the side and playing with my clit.

“Jean,” I moaned.

“Yes puddin?” He said coming back up to my lips to look at me.

“Please.”

“Please what? Darlin, use your words.” He said with a teasing smirk.

“ please fuck me.”

That was all I had to say to make him get on his knees and start stroking his cock.

After a few strokes he inserted himself inside me making you squirm.

My wrist was starting to hurt because of the belt but I didn’t even care all I wanted was him.

When he made it fully inside of me he wasted no time thrusting inside me. He was going at impossible speeds.

“You feel so good around this cock princess,” Jean praised. “It’s like your pussy has my name on it” he bragged.

All I could do was moan. “Jean I’m close”

“Already buttercup? Can’t you wait a little longer?” He said slowing down.

“Jean” I whined.

“Alright I’ll give you what you’re asking for” He started thrusting faster again. Maybe even faster than before but hell I couldn’t tell I was too drunk off his dick to even care about anything right now.

After he thrusted a few more times I came. Causing him to pull out and cum on my stomach.

He then untied my hands as well.

I was so tired and I just wanted to go to sleep. “I think I should get going,” I said without making any attempts to actually get up.

“What’s the rush princess?” He said laying on the side of me hugging my waist.

“Fiancé” was all I managed to say because of how tired I was.

“Oh I don’t think he’ll be an issue beautiful you just rest up.” Jean chuckled.

Little did he know I was already fast asleep before he even finished his sentence.

When he noticed you were asleep he couldn’t help but smile. “You won’t ever have to worry about him again, you're mine now” he said, tucking you under the cover and kissing your forehead.

#aot fanfiction #aot x reader #aot x y/n #attack on titan #attack on titan fic #jean kristen #jean x reader #Jean fanfic #jean x you #jean x y/n #smut #aot x reader smut #jean smut #cowboy jean #city girls #attack on titan smut

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crisalidaseason · 9 months

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AOT - Jean's masterlist

{ Headcanons }

Hovering (x sensitive, fem! reader)

{Short Stories}

You're haunting me (a tragic romance)

#jean #jean kirstein #jean fanfic #jean's masterlist #jean x reader

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mind-empty-just-fictional-people · 3 months

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Too Many Beds

main masterlist | supernatural masterlist

summary: you want nothing more than an excuse to sleep next to dean again

pairing: (pre-s1/s1) dean winchester x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 2.1k

warnings: none really, language, bed sharing, kissing, mutual pining, idiots in love, brief mention of the death of reader’s dad

timeline: starts slightly before season one, ends near the beginning of season one

author’s note: a spin on the classic 'just one bed, what ever shall we do?' trope lol

You’d known Dean all your life, practically. You met him when you were six and he was eight; two lonely little kids stuck with absent (job-driven) fathers and baby brothers you felt responsible for. Over the course of the last eighteen-or-so years you ran into the Winchesters during hunts enough that you considered them family.

When Sam left for college you were there for Dean and when you lost your dad in a hunting accident Dean was there for you. He actually stayed with you, not wanting you to hunt alone since your brother was off at college too.

So, for the last six months you’d been hunting with Dean (who hadn’t spoken to Sam for over a year).

“One room, two queens,” Dean said to the woman behind the counter, placing “his” credit card on the space between them before sliding it toward her.

“We’re all booked up I’m afraid,” she said.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, I was actually about to turn on the no vacancy sign.”

“This is the third motel we’ve been to,” you said, “every one of them has been full—you’ve gotta have something!”

“I mean, there’s technically one room left but the heater’s out and my boss said not to let anyone sleep there because of that.”

There was a silent pause; you and Dean shared a knowing look.

“We’ll pay in cash, your boss ‘ll never know,” you told the woman. She smiled and nodded as you paid her with cash.

“Room 209, my boss gets here at ten tomorrow morning so please leave before then.” She handed you the key and you nodded in thanks.

You had underestimated just how cold the room could be, but when you unlocked and opened the door you understood why the owner didn’t want anyone staying here.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean mumbled, following you into the room and feeling the cold air. “We’re gonna freeze our asses off in here!” he quickly closed the door behind him, hoping the icy air hadn’t swept any snow into the room.

“It’s either this or we sleep in the Impala,” you shrugged, “and, no offense to your car, but it’s fuckin’ uncomfortable to sleep in.”

“And there’s only one bed,” Dean sighed.

“I’m gonna take a quick shower,” you told him, ignoring his complaints.

“Are you shivering or crying?” Dean asked.

You rolled over so you could meet his stare; “Shivering! It’s fuckin’ cold in here!”

“You wanna…cuddle up, maybe?” he asked hesitantly.

“Excuse me?” you laughed a little.

“Look, I’m not thrilled about it either, but it’s cold in here and unless we both wanna catch fucking pneumonia we better be smart and share body heat.”

You sighed, weighing your options; “Fine. But we never, and I mean never speak of this again, you hear me?”

“Understood.” He nodded.

You rolled back over as he scooted closer to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you into his chest.

“This okay?” he asked quietly, his lips ghosting the back of your head.

“Yeah,” you mumbled back. “Thank you, Dean.”

You woke up to the sound of Dean snoring loudly. You were used to his snores, sure, but he’d never been this close. He was laying on his stomach and resting on your chest; his mouth open and his hair tickling your neck. Your first reaction was annoyance but then it quickly washed away as you realized you didn’t want to move a muscle, so Dean could continue sleeping.

And the more you laid there, listening to his snores, the more you realized how comfortable you were…even in such a physically uncomfortable situation.

As the time passed and the sun began to rise, you cursed the light that was slowly but surely peeking through the curtain and onto Dean’s face.

“Morning,” he mumbled to you as he lifted his head up. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his right hand before wiping his mouth. “Sorry,” he chuckled, noticing the small spot on your gray sweater dampened with his drool.

“It’s okay,” you mumbled back. “I think it’s your sweater anyway.”

“I thought it looked familiar.”

He rolled off of you and out of bed.

You watched as he padded across the dirty carpet and over to the small kitchen. He turned on the coffee maker and the loud, off putting grinding noise made his face scrunch before he quickly shut off the (definitely broken) machine.

“So much for coffee,” he grumbled. “You gonna sit there all morning or you wanna get outta here? We’ve got a long drive ahead of us.”

“I’m getting up,” you replied. You would usually be annoyed at him for rushing you to wake up, but this time the annoyance was…different. Something about his bedhead, the way his lips were pouting over the lack of caffeine, and how he looked in his brown Henley and baggy sweats just made you wanna hold him again. All you wanted was to pull him back into bed with you and hold him in your arms forever.

You were beyond frustrated at this point. How many stupid fucking hotels had to have vacant rooms with two beds and a functional heating system!?

It had been nearly six months since you and Dean shared a bed and you had been looking for an excuse to sleep next to him ever since.

But the last couple weeks had been different—Sammy was back. Yes, you loved Sam like a brother, but you missed getting to be alone with Dean. You missed sitting shotgun in the Impala and watching him drive.

Sam definitely noticed the way you looked at Dean, but the younger Winchester didn’t say a word. Without being too obvious about it, he tried to do little things that would let you be close to his brother. He’d sit in a certain chair or part of the couch so that you and Dean had no choice but to sit together. Or he’d make some lame excuse so that he got his own room while you and Dean had to share. “I need to do some more research and I need the light, why don’t you two just sleep in the other room?” for example.

“Two rooms, please,” Dean said, reaching into his coat pocket for his wallet.

“Unfortunately we’ve only got one room left,” the cashier replied.

You almost couldn’t believe your ears, fucking finally!

“Oh, that’s too bad,” you faked your best frustrated look, of course Sam saw right through that.

“Well, I am not sharing with either or you,” he said with a teasing smile.

“There’s actually a pullout couch in that room, as luck would have it,” the cashier informed the three of you.

God fucking damn it, you thought to yourself.

It was barely after two when you felt the bed behind you dip, and you shook yourself awake.

“The hell?” you asked, still half asleep.

“The pullout couch isn’t working,” Dean mumbled quietly. “You mind sharing with me?”

You smiled a little and scooted closer into his arms, indicating you were okay with him sleeping next to you.

“Of course I don’t mind sharing with you,” you whispered and his grip tightened.

“I’m gonna go get breakfast,” Sam announced. “I’m assuming you want your usual?”

Dean put his right pointer finger to his lips and furrowed his brows angrily. He gestured to you as you slept and Sam got the message.

“Usual is good,” Dean whispered before Sam left.

Dean stayed laying perfectly still as you slept on his chest, soft snores escaping your lips and to Dean they were the sweetest sound.

As you stirred awake slowly, he rubbed your back a little.

“Morning,” you mumbled, a small smile on your lips. “Where’s Sam?”

“He went to grab breakfast,” Dean told you.

You furrowed your brows as you sat up, looked across the room, and realized something; “The pullout bed looks fine? I thought you said it wasn’t working?” You turned back to Dean, who had a sheepish grin growing on his lips.

“So…maybe I’ve just been looking for an excuse to sleep next to you again. Like we did back in that motel when the heat was out.”

“Really?” You attempted to hide the smile trying to find its way onto your face.

“When we were checking in last night I noticed how your face lit up when they said there was only one room left,” Dean admitted. “And I saw that disappointed look you made when they said there was a pullout couch. So, am I wrong, or have you been wanting an excuse too?”

“I really liked sleeping next to you that night,” you said, avoiding eye contact. “And you’re right, I have been hoping for another ‘oh no just one bed, guess we’ll have to share’ situation but…”

“But what?” Dean asked when you trailed off. You looked down at him.

“Dean, you and Sam have been like my brothers for as long as I can remember. I mean, Bobby practically raised all three of us and my actual brother as siblings! Your dad and my dad knew each other basically forever and I guess…I guess I figured our lives are too entangled for anything to ever actually happen between us. We’re family.”

“Chosen family, Y/n.” Dean smiled softly. “Doesn’t mean you have to be my chosen sister, you could be my chosen…you know…”

You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his full lips.

“That,” Dean finished his previous statement.

“Let’s just keep this between us for now, okay?” you suggested. “If Sam finds out, then your dad will find out, and he’ll immediately tell my brother, then before we know it Bobby—”

“I get the picture, sweetheart,” Dean chuckled before kissing you again. He put his hands on your cheeks as he sat up. He pulled you onto his lap, your legs now straddling his hips. His hands moved to your shoulders then trailed down to your lower back as yours went into his hair. You pulled away from him after a moment, huge smiles on both your faces.

You looked into his eyes, his truly beautiful eyes, and you bit your bottom lip ever so slightly. Your right hand rested on his left cheek, your thumb stroking his skin lovingly.

“You’re awesome, Dean Winchester,” you whispered.

“You’re fuckin’ incredible,” he replied before he kissed you again. “And gorgeous, too,” he added. “You know how fuckin’ annoying it’s been, sleeping without you every night since that one time?”

“I do know, Dean, I’ve been just as annoyed about it.”

Dean kissed you one more time before he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, tucking his head into your neck. You wrapped your arms around him too, pressing your lips to his temple.

You pulled out of the hug so you could once again look at his face. Resting your forehead on his, you smiled before you kissed him again.

“Breakfast,” Sam called out as he opened the door, “is served!”

You and Dean froze for a split second before you hurried off of him.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Sam said, “did I interrupt you two?”

“What?” you scoffed. “Of course not!”

“Interrupt? There’s nothing to interrupt?” Dean added.

“Oh…wow you two are fast,” Sam mumbled, shaking his head as he made his way to the kitchen before putting the food down. “Well, pancakes, eggs, and bacon from the continental breakfast.” He gestured to the food now on the table. “Hope you’re hungry.”

As Sam sat down to eat, you looked at Dean anxiously. Say something you begged him with your eyes.

“Sammy,” Dean started as he got out of bed, “would you mind uh…not telling dad? About me and Y/n…kissing just now? When we find him, I mean.”

“Dad’s never really been invested in your love life, but he’s not an idiot,” Sam laughed.

“So…you are gonna tell him?” Dean furrowed his brows in frustration.

“Dean, he knows you two are together, it’s not some big secret?” Sam replied, shoveling more food into his mouth. “Damn that’s good.”

“Okay, just hold on—what?” Dean asked. “What do you mean dad knows? There’s been nothing to know since like four minutes ago?”

“Wait,” Sam stopped eating and fully turned to face you and his brother, “are you trying to tell me this is the first time you two have kissed?” Sam furrowed his brows deeply as you and Dean both nodded. “So…never in high school?” You shook your heads again. “That prom we crashed?”

“Sam you were there the whole time? When would we have kissed?” you asked.

“Huh,” Sam let out a laugh. “I genuinely thought you two had been a thing since like… ‘98.”

“What!?” you and Dean exclaimed in unison.

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester comfort #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #spn #supernatural fic #supernatural fluff #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fanfic #dean x reader #by mind empty just fictional people #by jean

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azriaann · 28 days

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them dancing is my favourite thing ever i think!🥹

#fairy tail #nalu #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #procreate #fairy tail fanart #fanart #i love lucy’s jean miniskirt outfit #they’re in love like i’m gonna be sick #shoutout every fanfic author who has ever written them dancing i love you #still learning how to draw natsu so bear with me everyone LMAO #azriaann #natsu x lucy #nalu fairytail

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viimsical · 4 months

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please just get him out

#all i know about him comes from fanfics #i think he needs a nap #and reciprocated love and affection #I think!#jean vicquemare #disco elysium

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 4 months

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in honor of me being sick, here is how jean kirstein would take care of you while you were under the weather ✩

he’ll go to the grocery store to get fresh ingredients to make you homemade chicken noodle soup

he’ll set you up on the couch with your pillow & blankets and put your fave shows/movies on

does not care about getting sick, you have to pry him off your lips

“baby please kiss me i want you to get me sick”

“do you need me to call out of work today?” calls out regardless of your answer

gives you foot massages

if you mention anything in passing that you want, he’s already on his way to the store 🏃🏼‍♂️

taking your temperature 24/7

imagine him just feeling your forehead with his hand!!! ahhhh

takes nice, steamy showers with you bc the steam helps your lungs

“no (y/n) you can’t take more medicine, you just took some”

sleeps on the couch with you since you often fall asleep on his lap (he’d stay out there even if you didn’t)

will 100% complain when he inevitably winds up sick

✩ you can find my jean fic here ✩

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theromcommotel · 10 months

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HARRY POTTER HCS !!

FIRST “I LOVE YOU” !!

prompt: harry potter characters and their first “i love you”s in relationships

characters included: harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, draco malfoy, ginny weasley, seamus finnigan, fred weasley, george weasley

warnings: you and seamus smoking in seamus’ part, swearing, physical abuse in george’s part

harry j. potter…

who said it: harry

when: 5th year

“cmon… just a little bit more..” harry cooed patiently, hands placed on your hips. “forget it, harry. i don’t think i’ll ever get it right.” you sighed, wanting to throw your wand down on the ground.

dumbledore’s army had just begun merely a few sessions ago, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get your patronous just right.

maybe it was because you upset professor dolores umbridge today and pushed her far beyond her limits (not even on purpose, for that matter). or maybe it’s because colin creevey was stuck way too far up your arsehole whenever you would do something wrong when it came to today’s D.A session.

“well, maybe i can give you a happy memory to think about.” harry suggested. “how on earth do you plan to do that?” you questioned, wary of what he may do.

“maybe…like this.”

and with that, harry began to scan your lips with his, feeling for all the fine details that no one else would get to see but himself.

harry felt you smile against his own lips before pulling away, with a lopsided grin smearing his cheeks.

“i love you.” harry smiled, sounding as if he’s been waiting a century to say those words to you.

“i love you too.”

ron b. weasley…

who said it: him

when: 3rd year

“oh no!! oh no no no..!!” the ginger boy roared as he was being dragged by the foot by the black-furred dog (unbeknownst to him, which was sirius black), “i can’t die yet!! i haven’t told (y/n) how much i love her yet!!”

“you bloody moron, she’s right here!!” the shorter bushy haired girl replied, slightly jealous it was her best friends name and not her own.

“i love you, (y/n)! if i die, i promise my ghost will haunt you!!” ron shouted before being dragged away out of sight.

“i love you too!” you yelped, hoping he could still hear you.

hermione j. granger…

who said it: you

when: 7th year

“i know this isn’t much… but i wanted to be able to do something for you for our anniversary.” hermione said, rubbing her neck in pure embarrassment.

you, hermione, harry, and ron were on a hunt to look for all of voldemort’s horcurxes, and because of that, you all were staying in a rubbish tent in the woods.

the tent was empty for the most part, other than the small radio player that had muggle romance music on it.

“harry and ron are out of our hair…well for now anyway. i told them to go look for anything that could be useful, i just wanted to have a nice 3 months you.”

“you kicked them out for me?” you asked, disbelief leaving your throat.

“well yes — and i know it’s not much but-” the brunette would’ve continued if you didn’t interrupt her, and she gives a slight pout because of it.

“but it is much, it is something ‘mione! it is because i love you.”

“i- uhm. repeat yourself, please?”

“i love you, hermione.”

draco l. malfoy…

who said it: him

when: 6th year

“isn’t that right, ms. (y/n)?” the barely human wizard, voldemort, said, looking at you from the other side of table.

you gulped quietly, your shoulders stiffening. “yes, sir.” you murmured, glancing at the platinum blonde boy next to you before averting your gaze.

you and draco grew up together - as your mothers were very close in their teenage years, your fathers, not so much. but they got along okay.

when draco first became part of the death eaters, his mother decided it’d be easiest to have you there, to make it a little less hard on him.

“excuse me for a moment.” draco mumbled, somewhat abruptly, as lucius and the lord were in the middle of a conversation. draco stood up within the blink of an eye, and sped walked out of the room.

“would you be a dear and check on him for me, honey?” narcissa leaned over and whispered in your ear, as you were seated between draco and his mother.

you gave a small half-smile with a nod, as you politely excused yourself, afraid of what voldemort could do if you had done it in a way of which he didn’t like.

you went around the halls of malfoy manor, the walls of which most of your childhood memories took place, as sad as that is.

you saw a crack in the door of draco’s room, and you opened the door a tad more

draco said there, looking down at his folded hands, not saying anything.

“are you okay?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer.

“those meetings…get to me, sometimes.” the blonde mumbled, his voice cracking slightly.

“me too..” you answered, rubbing your hand up and down his back, as you sat next to him.

“thank you, for always being here. i’ve spent my whole life with you, i never want to let you go.” draco said, giving a small smile.

“i won’t ever leave you behind, okay?”

“this is exactly why i fell in love with you all those years ago.”

“wait…what?” you denied, your voice quiet.

“you heard me, i love you (y/n).”

ginevera m. weasley…

who said it: her

when: 5th year (well 4th year for her)

“hey (y/n)!” a familiar, high, squeaky voice called out to you, sounding a bit distant.

“oh, hi, ginny.” you half smiled, looking down at the younger girl.

“i need to talk to you, now.” ginny asked — well demanded, but she meant to ask.

you’ve known ginny long enough at this point to know sometimes, when she wants to ask a question, it can accidentally turn into a demand. especially, when she’s nervous.

“okay, no problem.” you reported, knowing exactly what she was going to say.

she grabs your wrist with a firm grip — but not firm enough for your to be hurt. and walks you down to a more empty side of the hogwarts express.

“i love you. and quite frankly, i hate it when you spend more time with my brothers and less time with me because it’s not fair, i fancy you!” the smaller ginger insisted, with a small stomp of her foot to show she meant what she said.

“i love you too, don’t worry, gin.” you spoke, as you tucked a string of hair behind her ear, that was before in the middle of her face.

she gave a lopsided grin before happily skipping off and giving a sing-songy goodbye.

seamus d. finnigan…

who said it: him

when: 4th year

the yule ball of the 1994 school year was slowly coming to a close, but you were unable to find where your date had ran off to, one moment he was with his best friend, dean thomas — and now you have no bloody clue where he is.

there was only one placed you hadn’t looked yet — the astronomy tower.

you begin your walk up the tower of many staircases and you hear some intense coughing the higher and higher you reach.

before your eyes, you see your boyfriend — or date, or technically boy friend, as the relationship between the two of you is a bit complicated, with a cigarette between his fingers.

“hey seamus.” you say, as you sit down next to him, leaning into his touch.

“hi doll.” he says, grinning as he puts an arm around your waist.

“can i smoke with you?”

“absolutely not, angel!” seamus gasps, shocked, putting a dramatized hand to his chest, his mouth open a gap.

“huh? why not?” you asked, now just confused.

“because! i love you! i’m not letting a gorgeous goddess inhale that shit!” seamus replied, now tossing his cigarette away into the distance.

“you love me?”

“with every inch my body stands.”

fred g. weasley…

who said it: him

when: 5th year (3rd book/movie)

“i don’t know how you could even do this, i don’t know what half of this is supposed to to mean..” your ginger boyfriend said, cuddled up into your side, as the two of you studied for the following potions exams.

“well, to make it’s quite simple, it’s just seeing it on paper is the hard part.” you said, nudging him slightly, to make sure he wouldn’t fall asleep again.

“oh, how so?” he asked.

“well actually you take the-”

and before you could get any further, your boyfriend pecked you on the lips.

“sorry, at first i was interested and then i just didn’t care anymore.” fred said with a chuckle.

“fred gideon weasley!!”

“i’m sorry, i love you, does that make it better?”

“i… yes.”

george g. weasley…

who said it: him

when: 7th year (5th book/movie)

i mustn’t make mistakes any longer.

the words on your arm continued to ring in your ear, like the tangy feeling on your tongue after eating spicy foods.

none of this would’ve happened if you didn’t snap at the new d.a.d.a teacher - dolores umbridge.

the torturous (literally), cruel woman put you through so much pain in one detention.

don’t get me wrong, you’ve gotten detention once in 2nd year, but this could never compare.

the words on your arm were the ones that made you cry terrifying sobs as you had to continue to write and write and write - thanks to your low physical pain tolerance and somewhat sensitive heart, you just couldn’t bare it.

sprinkles of raindrops began to form in your eyes, they ground onto the table you were sitting at, as you tried to rub your eyes before anyone happened to notice.

“hey, love, are you okay?” george weasley - your boyfriend asked, scurrying over to you.

your arm was angled in the correcting lighting and point of view to where the taller ginger could see your scars perfectly.

“blimey!” your boyfriend shouted, pointing, before madam prince gave him a stern shooshing.

“what happened?”

you clung onto him immediately, sobbing quietly,

“hey love — it’s okay, i love you, i’m here and i always will be.”

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auroratumbles · 2 months

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a flower crown for you !

green stems wind around each other as your quick fingers tie them together, small petals occasionally falling off and down to the ground. a myriad of colours starts to form as the crown takes shape. when you finish, you take a second to admire your own handiwork and place it onto your significant other's head. they raise a hand to feel it gently before putting the same hand onto yours. their lips curl up into a small smile.

"thank you, my love."

- KAZUHA, heizou, NEUVILLETTE, wriothesley, navia, ZHONGLI, kaeya, DILUC, yun jin, yanfei, JEAN, ALBEDO, candace, THOMA

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kopilot-pop · 6 months

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[New Jeans x Oldest Member! Reader] - #2

- imagine.

Summary: You’re the oldest member in NJ. That means alot of adoration coming from your younger members. (These are just a bunch of short moments with NJ and oldest member)

A/N: Hey I’m back with another one lol. Sorry for the long wait! This one’s (I think) a bit shorter, but hey who cares. It’s mainly fluff but I decided to write angst in the end so beware of that! Love y’all

Warnings: overworking, physical abuse, breakdowns, etc. Don’t get scared it’s like 3/4 fluff

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"Hey unnie are you-"

Haerin opened your door for the tenth time this week, and just like the other times, you weren't in your room. The girl let out a frustrated groan.

Recently, you've been hanging out at Nmixx's dorms alot.

It started when you became close friends with Haewon (having been the same age) at a festival. Thanks to Haewon, you became close with Lily, and soon you had the 4 other members surrounding you with the same adoring eyes you always see on your members.

It was cute to be honest.

But wanna know who didn't find them cute?

Every single person at your house.

"WHY IS SHE NOT HOME AGAIN-"

"Okay, Hanni calm do-"

"CALM DOWN?! SHE'S CHEATING ON US!"

"What- NOBODY'S DATING EACHOTHER."

"IT'S STILL CHEATING!!"

The short girl was having a tantrum on the couch, with Minji barely stopping her from barging into Nmixx's dorm. However, since this is the 5th time this week you're at their house, Minji is currently considering barging in with Hanni.

"...Does she not like us anymore..."

Another slumped body rolled onto the couch.

"DANI NO-"

"Maybe I was too clingy.. Maybe we should let her go... Let her move onto better things.."

"WHY ARE YOU GUYS ALL ACTING LIKE A TEEN GOING THROUGH A BREAKUP!?"

"Yeah, Y/n deserves better..."

"DANIELLE!"

Minji pinched her temple when she heard another person throwing a tantrum in the kitchen. Hyein slammed the fridge door in frustration, causing the whole room to shake. She had a prominent pout on her face, sipping on the Caprisun in her hands (which you bought by the way).

She was grumbling something about Nmixx and how much 'I'm cuter than their maknae', causing Minji to let out an exasperated laugh.

"Everyone calm down!! Y/n told me she's gonna be home soon so-"

"I'm home right now, so..."

You stood at the hallway, watching the three members having a near-breakdown over your absence.

All four of them ran into your body, capturing you in a hug.

“UNNIE!! Why did you take so looong..”

Hyein - being taller than you - was practically carrying your whole body in her arms.

“I was gone for like 3 hours..”

“Way too long if you ask me.”

“But-”

“WAY too long.”

You let out a sigh, “Well, you guys better get used to it then, because I’m visiting them next we-”

“HUH?”

“Yeah, we’re having pizza-”

“PIZZA?! WITHOUT US?? HOW COULD YOU?!”

Minji let out a loud groan, hurriedly leaving you to deal with the children.

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“How was your first impression of each other?”

The young man sitting on the sofa was smiling, clearly excited to be interviewing one of the most famous k-pop groups of 2023.

His question wasn’t something new, but it was the first time you guys have been asked it.

You picked up the microphone first, “Well, personally, I just thought all of them were really pretty so…”

The studio filled with laughter from your statement.

“Ah, well then, let’s ask our pretty girls. What did you guys think of Y/n the first time you saw her?”

Hyein was the first to be given the microphone.

“……..Scary.”

“What?!”

The other girls agreed, causing you to look at them in disbelief.

“I was not scary!”

“You were really scary! You were wearing a hat that covered your face and you had a really deep voice!!”

“I had a sore throat that day!”

“You always have a deep voice though?” Hanni teased.

You let out a frustrated groan. “I brought snacks that day! I thought I made a really good impression..” You pouted at Danielle causing the girl to squeal.

“You did in the end! It was just your first look that was really scary. Now you’re just a really big puppy in our eyes.”

The whole group hummed in agreement.

“Hey, wait! I’m not a puppy!”

“Yeah, exactly. You’re not just a puppy. You’re a really big puppy.” Haerin commented with the same expression she always made when teasing you.

Flustered, touched(?), and clearly not used to this kind of treatment by your ‘kiddos’, you let out an awkward cough, causing the interviewer to laugh.

“Haha, I can tell that they really adore you Y/n!”

You can’t contain a smile this time.

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“UNNIE! Do you know where my leather jacket is?!”

It was currently 11:24. Haerin excitedly told you for weeks on end about appearing in Euchae’s Star Diary, and today was finally the day.

Apparently, it was a special episode, with Eunchae, Kyujin, and her going around like a small hangout. The crew apparently wanted a ‘natural vibe’, which meant the girls could choose what kind of outfits they want to wear.

Haerin kept you up all night to pick out an outfit, but apparently she needed her favorite leather jacket - with the star patches - to complete the look.

“Didn’t you leave it at the company last week?”

She let out a soft gasp, immediately followed by a prominent pout on her lips.

“Ah.. but I really wanted a leather jacket to go with this..” She tugged at the shirt she was wearing. After a few second of watching her sulk, you grabbed your own jacket and threw it over her shoulder.

“How about this one?”

Haerin let out a giggle, “Hmm.. I think this might be better than the star one..!”

“It’s settled then. Come on, our manager’s probably waiting for you downstairs.”

“Oh, can I really borrow it?”

“Of course. If you don’t plan on throwing it in the sea, you can wear it as much as you want.”

You watched as a tiny smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

“….”

“Did you forget something, bub?”

Haerin stood at the entrance, hesitantly looking at you and her feet.

“….s.”

“Hmm?”

“….Thanks… for helping me out…..I’ll see you later!!”

She burst through the front door, leaving you dumb founded. After a few second to process everything, you finally let out a loud laugh.

“Not a problem, kitty.”

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You were tired, that's for sure.

It's approximately 14 days and 3 hours away from your group's comeback. And you've been a mess for approximately 30 days.

Being the oldest meant alot of pressure onto you from the company. For a while, the pressure was always on Minji, but ever since you stumbled into her crying after being yelled at by the choreographer, you decided take charge a bit more.

Being screamed at was fine - it's you or the others, and you'll gladly be the victim if it meant the girls weren't. Being forced to attend meetings at midnight was fine - you're already high on caffeine. Fuck it - having a clip board thrown into your shoulder was fine and even being slapped by a random producer was fine.

At least in the moment it was.

Everything all came back to you in the dorms.

When the effects of the energy drink you chugged flushes out and when the ringing in your ears changes into the sounds of Hanni's favorite TV show, you finally feel the burning sensation on your right cheek.

That day was the first time your members saw you cry.

Hyein was barely awake, having been waiting for you to come home. She dragged her feet towards the front door when she heard you unlock it.

You simply stood there, tears streaming down your face.

The maknae took a few moments to shake off the sleep left in her body and immediately took you into her arms.

"Wha- it's okay, it's okay unnie. C'mon I'm here..."

You sobbed uncontrollably, clutching onto the younger's body like she would fade away if you let go even for a moment.

Hyein was confused (I mean she woke up like 5 minutes ago), but all she cared about was the fact her unnie - the strongest person she knew - was having a breakdown, barely a feet inside the house.

You think you passed out from exhaustion in her arms.

When you gained consciousness again, you were in your bed. Hyein was underneath you (most likely unable to leave because of your hands clutching onto her pajamas) and through bleary eyes, you could see Danielle cuddled up right next to the two of you.

With her hand tightly gripping onto the pajamas somebody changed you into.

"Oh, you're awake."

Minji was in the doorway with a tray of food and a plastic box.

You pushed yourself off of the maknae and sat on the ledge of the bed.

"Yeah, um.." Your voice cracked immediately, making Minji let out a chuckle.

"I brought you breakfast? If you want some, of course."

"I.. I'd love to. Thanks bub."

After a few moments of silence, Minji finally decided to start a conversation.

"So... How are you feeling?"

"Haha... I'm not sure actually." You let out a nervous laugh.

As you played with your food, you could sense Minji's eyes boring into you. What you couldn't sense was her grabbing your face, and wiping it down with a wet towel she brought.

"Agh- what are you doin-"

"What happened to your face?"

Silence, again.

"What about your shoulder? Why is it bruised like that?"

Ah, so she changed your clothes.

"...I don't want to talk about it."

You could see her eyebrows furrow. She clearly doesn't like your answer, but doesn't want to pry any farther. At least not right now.

Minji lets out a sigh, "Fine."

"I'm okay Minj-"

"We know you're not."

She starts adding ointment onto your her hand, rubbing it onto your burning face.

"And it's fine if you're not ready to tell us."

You stare into her eyes.

"But just... I just want you to know, we're always here... Always."

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