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#jean kirstein oneshot
imagineanime2022 · 1 year
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S/O Like Dazai
Armin Arlert X Reader, Jean Kirstein X Reader, Levi Ackerman X Reader
Requested: Anon
Request: Hello, i have some idea again, i want to request headcanons Armin, Jean and Levi from Attack on titan with Female Survey Corps(in Levi's S/O case she is squad leader) S/O who have personality and skill like Dazai from Bungou stray dogs?
Warning: Suicidal readers though it's not really framed that way or focused on too much
Armin Arlert
🌊 You ended up saving Armin from a bunch of bullies before the walls fell, that was how you became friends with him. 🌊 You were literally too smart for your own good, on the day that the wall fell you warned him that something bad was going to happen. Armin couldn’t find you in the chaos and worried until he saw you at the training camp when it started. 🌊 You were top of the class at everything, even Annie couldn’t beat you in a hand to hand fight mostly because you never stopped running your mouth. 🌊 Armin would run a plan by you to see how you’d disrupt it and account for those possibilities as well. 🌊 He admired the fact that you weren’t afraid to die, he wished that he didn’t feel that fear and the first time that you were all sent out everyone watched in fascination as you took down titan after titan. 🌊 You were the one who told him about Eren being a titan shifter and even manipulated Eren into using it the first time to protect all of you. 🌊 Figured out who the titan shifters were before everyone else but didn’t say a word until someone asked you. 🌊 Played bait far too often for Armin’s little heart. 🌊 Never told anyone about your plans, Armin constantly playing catch up and screaming at people not to do something when figuring out what you were doing just in time. 🌊 You were both risk-takers for very different reasons and 90% of the time Armin was talking you out of something stupid. 🌊 Armin made sure to tell you how important you were to him and how much he needed you hoping that would make sure you came back to him. 🌊 While everyone else left Levi to make the choice about who should be given the spinal fluid, you talked him into the decision you wanted. 🌊 He came to you for advice as weird as that sounds.  🌊 Armin sought out physical affection after long days or intense life events and while you weren’t very good at it when you first started you figured out what he needed and provided it because you loved him as much as he loved you.
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Jean Kirstein
🐴 Jean met you at the training camp and he hated you at first because you could talk rings around him and you were physically capable too. 🐴 He also thought that you were seriously weird because you were trying to die every day, he had once suggested just getting eaten by a titan which you dismissed as messy and painful. 🐴 Literally has no idea how you’re that physically gifted when you spend all day doing nothing, also doesn’t understand how you’ve gotten away with that for so long. 🐴 Gets angry with you when you give him actual advice because it’s always sound and he ends up following it anyway. 🐴 You don’t sleep very well and that was the first time that you both had an actual conversation, things changed after he found out about the friend that sacrificed themself so you could escape the titan attack. 🐴 It took a while for him to get used to you asking him about different methods of death and it often resulted in him flicking your nose or ear as punishment. 🐴 You worked well with him when you were on the field. He was smarter than he looked but once he saw how smart you were he trusted you to make a plan to get him out of a situation. 🐴 You were the one to save him when he lost his ODM gear “why’d you save me?” “wouldn’t you like to know?”  🐴 Stuck to you like glue after that, he realised that you weren’t so bad and actually worried about your mental state. 🐴 When you started dating, he learned more about you personally but he still didn’t know exactly where you came from or what happened to your family since you never seemed to talk about them. 🐴 He was always apologising for you especially when you talked to Levi or Erwin. 🐴 Laughed any time that you interacted with anyone else in their regiment because they were horrified by everything that you said. 🐴 Jean was quite an observant human when he wanted to be so he was the one to keep an eye on you when no one else was, which he didn’t mind too much considering the antics that you got up to were quite entertaining. 🐴 Jean is more physical than most which meant that he was the one the initiated most things, pulling you into cuddles or holding your hand where you would allow it. 🐴 Jean would never disagree that you were annoying but he loved you for everything that you were, he only wished that you valued your life a little more than you did.
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Levi Ackerman
☕ You met Levi in the underground, you both adapted very differently but unlike others you knew that there was something worth watching in him. ☕ You gave him food that you could spare and got into fights to protect him, that is until his mother died and his  uncle found him, that was the last time that you talked to him when he was young. ☕ The next time that you’d see him was in military training, both of you competing to be top of the class and moving on to the scouts. ☕ Now before you started dating your inability to stay out of trouble was of no consequence to him, he just found it absolutely unbelievable that no matter what you lived through every mission, despite the fact that you were trying to die. ☕ When you finally started dating it was because of Hange, who absolutely abused your want to die in order to get her test subjects. ☕ Levi moved you to his team the moment that he became a commander so that he could keep an eye on you. ☕ Didn’t miss a beat when you asked “what do you think dying by Titan would be like.” “Painful.” ☕ You both barely slept so that was where you had most of your more serious conversations and thought-up plans when it became increasingly dangerous to trust the higher-ups. ☕ People soon found out that you were just as good at killing humans as you were at killing titans especially when it came to protecting people that you cared about. ☕ Levi wasn’t a very affectionate person so you were the one that initiated most things and by initiate I mean fall onto him and hope he doesn’t push you off. ☕ You always share a horse with Levi because you get lost or lose your horse every time you are left on your own. ☕ Levi was always keeping a watchful eye on you making sure that you were safe because you never did that for yourself. ☕ Literally hated it when you start a sentence with ‘do you think.’ ☕ Levi loved you a lot but you never ceased to give him a heart attack every time that you weren’t with him, he gave specific instructions to anyone that was working with you and checked on you any time that he could.
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kirschteinoir · 2 years
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new day, new year.
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jean kirschtein x genderneutral!reader.
❝“goodnight kirschtein, see you in the morning.”
you haven’t the will to fight the drowsy feeling as he settles his jacket over your shoulders and shuts the window, keeping the cold air from making you shiver. he doesn’t make a move to lay next to you, though he’s feeling pretty fatigued himself, a lot earlier than normal.
““goodnight my love, i really hope i will.”.” ❞
it’s december 31st and jean is stuck in a time loop: every night, as people ring in the new year, jean races against the clock to find and kiss his soulmate at midnight. if he doesn’t do it in time, he’s is forced to live the day over again.
wc; 2551
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jean immediately woke with cold sweat settling on his skin. his eyes darted towards the digital alarm clock in a frenzy, head flopping back down onto his pillow when he realises the time. eren was yet to rouse and wake him up shortly after so jean laid in bed with his eyes closed again and tried to slow his breathing until 6:00am rolled around.
every morning that he awoke early, jean thought about how all of this had started: he remembers christmas, which felt like a lifetime ago, before the last week of december had blended together and he’d woke up on new year’s eve; the day had gone by smoothly and he’d had been buzzing for the party later, hosted by his good friend connie (who loved any excuse for a party). he’d picked out his best clothes and styled his hair promptly, thinking ‘it’s only one night, i should go all out.’
it was a good night overall, a great one even. but when the countdown had begun jean had panicked ever so slightly because he couldn’t find a new year’s kiss, as cheesy as that sounds - he’s a romantic guy and has known to be partial to festive cliches. however his supposed date had wandered off somewhere, or even had left the party well before the witching hour and so as the clock struck midnight and the date on his phone blinked over to the 1st of january, jean fell asleep alone surrounded by couples and the flickering of the fireworks outside.
the first time it had happened, jean was extremely confused.
when he’d woken up back in his bed, despite having passed out on a small armchair in connie’s basement, he hadn’t acknowledged the sense of de ja vu, nor did he have the wicked hangover he expected after all the drinking he did to numb him from his loneliness. he didn’t clock the date on his phone when he opened it to find new messages about some party: hadn’t they just celebrated the new year? he quickly voiced this confusion to his friends, hoping that they would tell him it’s an elaborate prank and that today was actually december 31st but all he got were equally as confused responses and connie’s “what do you mean? it’s the 31st today jeany-boy, the party’s tonight!”
jean’s heart rate sped up as he opened the calendar app, indeed confirming the date today in an intimidating black font that mocked and taunted him. after mulling over the panic in his mind, jean realised he was stuck in a time loop and had yet to figure out how to break it.
in the ‘present day’, jean was unsure of what year it was and what was happening outside of this time loop - it had quite literally become his life to be constantly surrounded by the promise of a party and then sulking for the entire evening until he fell asleep just after midnight and the vicious cycle repeated itself.
when his 6:00am alarm finally rang, jean switched it off immediately and began to count down the seconds until eren would burst into his room, wearing a white hoodie and a pair of dark blue jeans, telling his best friend that they had to make an emergency trip to the store to pick up some last minute snacks.
knowing what would happen and when was little comfort to jean when he still wasn’t clear on the only thing that would make him feel better: knowing how to break the time loop and make it into the next year. for a few cycles, jean experimented with the time loop by making small changes every now and then to see what would happen - the butterfly effect and all that. however it wasn’t long before his worst fears were confirmed: he was unfortunately unable to alter the time loop. like the first time playing a video game, it would never let him leave his room until eren had shown up and it wouldn’t let him open his wardrobe to get dressed before the brunet had flounced out a few minutes later. he would need to unlock the first part of the opening sequence to interact with the rest of the world.
as soon as the word one had been uttered by jean, his door was flung open in a raucous manner and in bounced eren jaeger, his close friend and roommate of many years. he was already washed and dressed, yelling at jean to wake up so that they could go together and buy some different doritos because armin was being picky about the flavours he wanted. groaning, jean ushered him out of his room despite the former’s complaints and whines and at last, he was free to use the bathroom and freshen up.
after the hassle about the snacks, which jean had easily rectified by buying a few more bags of each flavour, the afternoon soon bled into evening and the whole of paradis seemed to be thrumming, alive with the electricity of the next 365 days - a new beginning.
“it’s almost 10, why are there so little people here?” connie whines loudly, breaking into another can of beer. jean had heard this complaint a hundred times and he mumbled along to them under his breath like he was rehearsing lines from a play. he knew how it all played out: eren smacked connie upside the head, spewing a few lines about how people would show up soon, though he didn’t sound too convinced himself and checked the time on his phone a lot. jean himself sipped his drink leisurely, watching sasha and mikasa race each other on mario kart, despite being at a party they helped host. armin busied himself by organising the snacks for the nth time, carding a hand through his blonde fringe when he was unhappy with the layout on the table, and it was moments like these that jean felt most comfortable. even though he was doubtful, maybe tonight would finally be his night and that he’d be able to break this cruel curse and be engulfed back into the real world, with real time. he’d grown so used to being a part of this somewhat twisted show, this continuously replaying scene, that he wasn’t sure what he’d do when the velvet curtains finally close and there is no cruel encore.
the minutes turned into hours and suddenly, the party was in full swing. on the original night jean’d been smiling and dancing with his friends like a lunatic, letting loose for once after a tough month of college. but jean had done that too many times now that the thought had lost its lustre and slumped against the kitchen counter, sipping his fourth drink of the night. all hope of finally escaping withers away with the alcohol that trickles down his throat and the familiar buzz brings him light-heartedness once again. his limbs relax and his shoulders stop being so tense, sagging ever so slightly. maybe tonight he’d just enjoy himself like he’d done countless nights before.
just before you had ruined his routine in the most perfect way possible, jean had been humming along to the song blasting from the speakers as he washes out his cup, filling it with water in a pitiful attempt at self-control. he doesn’t notice another presence behind him until he’s taken a step back and bumped into you gently. the drink you had been pouring spills all over the counter, reflecting the coloured LED lights like a mirage, and immediately he turns to apologise.
the words about to spiral past his lips become lodged in his throat when he drinks in the sight of you. you, in all your glammed-up glory, looking utterly... angelic. wracking his brain for any memory of you, jean feels whiplash when he remembers nothing. he’s never seen you before in his life.
“umm...hello? could you please pass me a tissue?” you ask sweetly, with urgent undertones as the alcohol drying on your hand feels uncomfortably sticky. the mysterious boy with the swept back ash-brown hair snaps out of his trance and gives you a charming smile before handing you a wad of kitchen roll and helping you clean up the mess he caused. as you two work in tandem, he apologises profusely despite your efforts to set him straight.
“i’m really sorry, i should’ve been watching what i was doing!”
“honestly, don’t worry. i should’ve been more wary of the small space,” you say with an awkward laugh. there’s another moment of silence as you gazes both skim over the other, taking in their appearance like it’s the last time you’ll see each other. there’s a strange sort of magnetism between the two of you and you decide that you like him and would like to get to know him (although you feel as if you know him better than you know yourself already). your date for the night had melted into the crowd anyway so is there really any harm in indulging this friendly stranger?
“i’m y/n, what’s your name?”
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there were no words to describe the elation jean had felt when you struck up a friendly conversation with him. he’d gotten the sense that you felt it too, but the more time you spent together, the less you wanted to be apart. after introducing himself, he was immediately infatuated with you, jean hadn’t even bothered to check in on his friends (not that he needed to: he knew connie would be playing beer pong with bertholdt and reiner in the basement, armin would be passed out in connie’s bedroom upstairs with mikasa and eren fussing over him and sasha would be mixing up a storm at the liquor station) because he felt as though time with you was slipping through his fingers like the purest silk and he craved your attention and validation like no other. he liked how your eyes looked when you smiled, how you would become flsutered and punch him gently on the arm when he’d tease you a little, and he definitely didn’t miss the way your gaze would sometimes flutter to his lips and back up to his eyes as he spoke.
before you both knew it, midnight was looming above you. it was at this point in the evening when jean started to worry that you’d leave but you showed no sign of moving away from his warmth as you laughed into the crystal night sky. when the music became too loud and the lights flashed too much, he’d taken you to refuge on the upper level of the house in a room with a tiny balcony - barely enough room to fit you both - where partygoers made themselves scarce. the midnight chill cooled your racing hearts and hot cheeks. even after spending the whole evening together, you hoped he wasn’t like every other guy you’d spent the night at a party with and would just disappear the next morning, no telephone number in sight. you got the gut feeling that jean wasn’t like that though, with his arm draped over you loosely and you curled into his body. he’s been delicate with you the entire night, treating you like the finest china, but the grip on your arm is strong. you’re lost in the steady rhythm of his breathing as the countdown to midnight begins, the shouts distance when you’re surrounded by him.
unbeknownst to you, you are his only hope. 
“i’m not sure why i feel this way,” you mumble into his shirt, taking his silence as a means to continue, “but i feel like i’ve known you forever. have we met before?”
the low rumble of laughter fills your ears.
as the countdown closed in, you had made up your mind to spend your new year’s kiss on jean kirstein. and you’re quite determined about this too, refusing to go home without the lingering feeling of his lips on yours.
FIVE!
“no, we haven’t,” he replies softly looking down at you, nervous eyes running over your own lips, silently asking for your permission.
FOUR!
“hmm, that’s weird then.” it’s barely a whisper as you lean up to him, slowly closing the distance.
THREE!
suddenly he sighs and smiles. “thank you, y/n.”
TWO!
“for what?” you whisper. you can smell his cologne as your noses brush.
ONE!
“for breaking my curse and finally closing the curtains on this shitshow for good.”
you don’t have time to decipher the cryptic metaphor when he leans in, your lips locking softly. the kiss lasts for no more than a few seconds but you both feel exhilarated as you break apart and rest your foreheads together. the mix of alcohol and feelings starts to catch up with you as the fireworks connie got from god-knows-where begin to flash in the prettiest colours and patterns across the sky and you’re not sure why you suddenly feel so sleepy. he leads you inside, his thumb rubbing warm circles over the back of your hand and you practically collapse onto the bed.
“goodnight kirstein, see you in the morning.”
you haven’t the will to fight the drowsy feeling as he settles his jacket over your shoulders and shuts the window, keeping the cold air from making you shiver. he doesn’t make a move to lay next to you, though he’s feeling pretty fatigued himself, a lot earlier than normal.
“goodnight my love, i really hope i will.”
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fqiryspit · 1 year
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miserable.
summary: reader tries to go to a friendly get-together she was invited to, just to realize no one wants her there.
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the bright glare of the stop light blinded your vision as you finally stopped your car.
you have no one.
absolutely no friends
you grip your wheel tighter, knuckles popping at the sudden move and your eyes blurring.
you don't even know why you went. this friendly get-together was obviously interrupted by you. no one wanted you there.
you walked up to jean first, saying hi as he just kinda stood there
"hi uh-"
uh. he doesn't know your name. you feel embarrassment flood through you instantly before connie ran up and through tears of laughter started retelling a story.
connie didn't even look at you either. you sniffed awkwardly and backed up. you suppose you only talked to them on a couple of occasions, that's fine.
you felt the car stop at another light, fuck you forgot you were even driving. you now saw the pile of tears on your jeans and felt your aching throat, sobbing silently in your car like a loser.
you brushed that interaction off and went up to the people you did know, eren, mikasa, and armin of course.
you're only here because armin invited you. being his friend in this tutor group you both formed it was nice of him to invite you here, you were gonna have fun.
walking up to eren leaning against the wall casually you said hi and he just shot a quick smile before locking eyes with mikasa who walked right in front of you, stepping on your foot.
she felt your shoe immediately and spun around, you saw eren putting his hand in front of his mouth to hide his laughter and your entire body ran cold, embarrassed yet again.
"oh, I'm sorry!" mikasa said, two cups full of alcohol in her hand as she wore wide worried eyes at you. well...at least someone is talking to you
"no its-" then she spun back around and gave eren his drink, who now had a red face and a smile from laughing so hard.
you turned around, stepping away, careful with your steps, now worried to embarrass yourself further
you heard eren snicker behind you and mikasa hitting his shoulder
"shush eren! don't be so rude, I think that's connie friend..she was just trying to be nice"
they didn't even remember you. fuck you were gonna cry. you didn't have tears in your eyes yet but your throat ached so hard like you were gonna let a sob out.
there's armin, fucking finally. you walked over to him, he was pouring drinks in the kitchen and you started to feel a lot more comfortable
"hey armin"
he looked over at you for a second and looked right back to the drinks he was preparing
"oh, hey. didn't think you'd make it" he mumbled while mixing some off-brand soda with whisky and you just felt your knees buck
"well...you invited me. of course, I'd show up" you reminded him, hoping to jog his memory that he must have invited you for a reason, that maybe he wanted to be your friend
"mm." he hummed simply before grabbing the drinks and swerving past you like you were blocking his way in the wide hallway
you felt your eyes burn and just walked out the door. running to your car as tears pooled out of your eyes.
you're so embarrassed. you have no friends. zero. you joined clubs and thought you made one but he just pitied you. he couldn't even stand you that long and not to mention his friends hated you to
you're aren't some new girl trying to find which group she's good in either. you're graduating soon and you don't even have new numbers in your contacts, just family who brush you off on the rare chance they call.
you ached for someone just to talk to, just someone. anyone. you don't have to have anything in common with them, just a warm body to just air your problems out and them to respond with something more than an "mm."
you're so fucking miserable and as you park your car in this weird ass parking lot to go up into the apartment that's every shade of tan, you know you're just gonna be as alone as you always will be. because people can't fucking stand you.
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an: hope you guys have a good wednesday
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Hii i just saw an anon requested a Jean short fic where the reader smothers his face with kisses. If it's okay w you, can i request smtg like that but this time it's fully fluff? Where Jean's just chilling on the couch or smtg & his girl comes up and randomly covers all over his face with kisses, tryna see whether the lipstick is 'transferproof' & casually walking away nonchalantly lmao. SO SORRY IF UR SICK OF DOING THE SAME REQUEST BUT I LOVE YOUR PAGE SM TT
summary: life with jean is easy. infact, it’s too easy. so, you commit yourself to finding the perfect way to mess with his day, for better or for worse.
cw: just fluff :’) short n sweet
a/n: sorry this took forever i’m the worst but ty for ur ask!!
jean, oblivious and drawn into some movie playing on the television, sits on a couch he had helped move out of your apartment when you two were ready to live together. he’s tucked into the corner, his arm supporting his head as he leans onto the arm rest. eyebrows knitted in a deep concentration, you were far from the front of his mind as he picks apart the film.
you had done some online shopping the past few days. well, jean would call it ‘splurging.’ it was hard refusing some of the sales going on, so you did get a bit of everything. earlier today, a few packages arrived, one encasing a new lipstick you’d heard good reviews about. everybody was raving about it and how it’d stay on even after a rough night out.
as you flip the tube around in your hands, you know there’s only one way to test it out, to see if what all the girls online were saying was true. you head to the bathroom where traces of your boyfriends cologne lingers. you apply an even layer of red to your lips. you rub them together and clean up any unwanted lines with a finger.
peaking your head into the living room, you can see he hasn’t moved an inch. he can’t even sense your presence at the moment, creating the ideal situation for your plans. you tiptoe quietly across the room as you pray the floorboards don’t creak. and luckily, they don’t.
you come around the side of him. his eyes are glued ahead. as you creep into his field of vision, he turns his head slightly. quickly, you grab ahold of his face, pressing your pointer on his right cheek and your thumb on his left. he doesn’t react as you press your lips over and over all along his face, from his temples to his sharp jawline where bits of stubble lie.
slightly out of breath, you pull away. red lip marks are scattered along his gorgeous face, bright in color. they contrast against his hazel eyes. you smile, looking at your painted boyfriend as he looks at you, one eyebrow raised in confusion- but not annoyed.
“hmm. guess they were lying.” you shrug your shoulders and turn on your heels, starting back towards the bathroom.
“baby?” he questions from his seat. you don’t say anything back, prompting a “baby? what are you talking about?” and a few muted footsteps in your direction.
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softxsuki · 8 months
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i love the aesthetic of your blog so much and you’re an incredibly talented writer!! your works are super comforting to me and i always look forward to seeing them in my feed. i’ve read your note as well & you’re so thoughtful trying to create content for people having a tough time. i appreciate you! :)
i was wondering if you could do something with jean kirschtein helping a reader fall asleep and/or just being comforting and taking care of them when they’re sad or not feeling well/fatigued? i would love to see this as a oneshot and leaning romantic and fem!reader but as the writer please take the liberty to do what’s easiest or most comfortable for you!! i saw you have a lot of requests pending so if you can’t get to this, i completely understand and no worries!! thank u so much <33 have a wonderful week 🤍
Jean Helps S/O Fall Asleep
Pairing: Jean x Fem!Reader
Warnings: slight kissing, feeling anxious, not being able to sleep
Genre: Fluff, Comfort (kinda)
Post-Type: Oneshot (surprisingly)
Word Count: 1k
Summary: In which you sneak to the men's barracks to find Jean after struggling to fall asleep at night
[A/N: Oh wow hi! Thank you so much for the compliment. My blog theme is different now, but I hope you still like it JEKAFE. I finally got to your request, I just hope you're still around to read it (lemme know if you are <3) I hope I did alright. For some reason I suck so bad at writing for Jean. I'm working on it though T-T. Hope you're doing well, enjoy <3]
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It was dark as light snores filled the room; yet you were still very much awake. No matter how long you kept your eyes closed, sleep never came. Was it the anxiety that filled your heart, wondering when you’d all have to go into action? Or was it the little issues in your life that kept popping back into your mind, making you restless? There were an endless number of possibilities, yet you couldn’t pinpoint which one it was exactly. For all you knew it could have been a mixture of all those things and more.
It was way past curfew and you knew going to the men’s barracks would probably get you into a lot of trouble if Levi or any of your other superiors caught you, but you needed to see your boyfriend, Jean. Having met him through the Survey Corps, you’d been together for a few years now and Jean very quickly became the one you relied on the most. If anyone could help bring peace to your restless mind so you could get some sleep, it would be him. So, you sneak out of your bed, careful not to wake Sasha who was asleep in the bunk above you; she’d definitely be too loud if you woke her accidentally. 
Slipping on your boots, you sneak out of the woman’s barracks and head towards the men’s barracks which wasn’t too far away, though you had to avoid being spotted from a few soldiers that were keeping watch, nothing crazy though. You could feel your heart beating in your chest, anxious to be caught, yet desperate and excited to be in Jean’s arms. 
As soon as you successfully make it into the men’s barracks, you head straight for Jean’s bed. Thankfully he had a lower bunk so you wouldn’t have to worry about climbing up a ladder to get to him. The smell of man hits your nose, making you scrunch your nose slightly–it wasn’t the most pleasant scent, but it would have to do. 
When you spot Jean, he’s peacefully asleep, and you debate whether you should wake him up or not. He worked hard during the day, carrying heavy items around the base and training so he can always be in his best condition when the time comes. You felt guilty–why couldn’t you just handle this alone? There was no reason to bother him about it and ruin his own rest. You sigh before turning back around to go back to your own barracks, when a voice stops you.
“Babe? What’s wrong?” It was Jean.
Turning back around, you see him sitting up now with his eyes opened slightly as he watches you.
“Nothing! Don’t worry about it, go back to sleep, baby,” you whisper to him and go to continue walking away, but you feel him grab your arm and pull you into his bed. 
“C’mon, tell me. I know you didn’t just come here to watch me sleep and then leave. Unless you did, that would be really weird,” he jokes, speaking softly as to not awaken the guys around him.
You crack a smile at that. Already you were feeling a little less anxious and more relaxed than you were in your own bed. Leaning back into his chest as his arms wrap around you, he holds you tightly, waiting for you to speak.
“I just…couldn’t sleep,” you admit, feeling a little childish now that you said it out loud. So what if you couldn’t sleep? Was that any reason to go running to him? (um yes, duh)
But Jean thought otherwise. “Then I better fix that, huh?” You can hear the smile in his tone as he leans in to press a kiss to the top of your head. “Come lie down.”
And you do. Squished together on the tiny twin bed, you both lie down, while Jean keeps his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close into his chest as he presses several kisses to your face now, leaving the last kiss on your lips with a hum. 
“Close your eyes and take deep breaths,” he instructs quietly, his fingers running mindlessly through your hair, leaning in a little further every now and then to massage your scalp in hope to help you relax. “Everything’s okay. You’re safe, you’re loved, and most importantly, you have me here to hold you.”
Deciding to listen to him, yet already feeling a lot more sleepy now that you were in his arms cuddled up together, you take a deep breath and close your eyes, following his breathing as the sensation of his fingers in your hair, helps you fall deeper and deeper into a relaxed state. His comforting words sink into your mind, replacing and quieting down your restless thoughts.
“Good girl,” Jean whispers in your ear, now closing his own eyes as you both breathe deeply together, a comfortable silence falling over you. You cuddle closer to him before drifting off to dreamland, your dreams full of Jean and your hopefully bright future together. 
You don’t even remember when you fell asleep, but you did. Opening your eyes first thing in the morning, you didn’t expect to hear hushed giggles or the sight of all your male comrades hovered over you with sly smiles on their faces.
“Had fun?” Eren teases with a smirk, never missing an opportunity to get under Jean’s skin. 
“Oh shut up, as if none of you haven’t done this before,” Jean finally opens his own eyes, and shoo’s everyone away, turning to you and kissing you. “Morning my love.”
You felt your face go hot as the guys around you whistled, but the sudden commotion didn’t help as Levi entered the barracks to tell everyone to quiet down, and unfortunately spotted the two of you in bed together. It was very obvious that you had spent the night with Jean, a clear violation of the Survey Corp rules, and Levi was definitely not pleased.
You’re both punished with extra chores and running laps before dinner, not being allowed to eat until all 100 laps are done. Though being able to spend the night with your boyfriend and have the best sleep you’d had in a while was more than worth it. You were already planning your future trip to the men’s barracks to do it again, even if it meant running more laps and annoying Levi.
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ANOTHER UNIVERSE
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ꕥ Jean x female reader
ꕥ Words:- 4.6k
ꕥ Synopsis:- you've always had a little crush on Jean but afraid of losing him, you never confessed it to him. However one night, things take a turn..
ꕥ Genre:- Romance, Sad, Angst and a little suggestive.
ꕥ Type:- Oneshot
ꕥ Warnings:- mentions of blood, death scenes and fighting scenes.
ꕥ Disclaimer:- This is based on the end of season 3. I apologise in advance if some things are incorrect. Even though, I'm a big fan of aot, sometimes it's hard for me to go with the storyline.
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"Even if the fates unraveled our destiny. I would find a way back to you..."
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Another day went by.
Another 24 hours of bloodshed.
It was beginning to get exhausting.
Your horse guided your way back to the cabins. Back inside the walls. If you were being honest, the inside of the walls were much terrifying than it's exterior. Fear was more prominent when you found yourself here. With population. Humans.
What was so terrible?
Everything.
Every person that has dedicated their life to eradicate titans from the world, they feel it more than anyone around. Survey corps. The name feels like such a high status. It might be...but what would we do of the status when we won't be here to celebrate and enjoy a free life?
Going outside the walls and everytime, every goddam time, coming back with absolute no success. Leaving so many friends, companions, family...behind. Then returning with a heavy heart, with bodies of the people we once used to train with. Only for the people to question our ability.
Maybe...we weren't worth it? Maybe, it was because of us, we hadn't had any success yet. Even though, some of us were already at the edge of Paradis. It's confusing right? But it's our reality for now.
We grew in this depressing, fowl place. Not a lap to put our head on, not a shoulder to cry on...not parents to caress our cheeks and give us hope. How long could we possibly survive.
And that's the funny thing...we did. Mikasa, Sasha, Armin, Eren..his mere name makes your heartache. That freedom crazy bastard. Connie, Annie, Jean.
Down the path of this whole 'end titans' agenda, we lost more than we could've imagined. Bertholdt, Marco...Reiner, Commander Erwin.
Your eyes had started to pool with tears. You knew deep down that we were mere pawns, being played here and there because our ancestors couldn't manage themselves. So, even if you knew the other side held the enemies, you knew they were just like you in the end.
You wanted to see him. Jean Kirsten. That idiot. He made you fall for him. By literally doing nothing. You don't know why, you don't know how. But he seems to attract you for some reason.
Although, he's always crazy about girls and showing off infront of them. You don't particularly like these types of guys, who act desperate but he...you just find him cute. At first, you thought you were going crazy because that's how it seemed. Eventually, when you grew up with him...it all made sense.
He looked different now. His hair were longer, he had slight facial hair which was a cherry on top. He grew taller and his shoulders became broad. Tch, it's weird you even noticed all these things.
So you decided to invade Connie's cabin today, because jean and him were roommates. You realised it was his weekly smoke sesh which consisted of smoking, drinking & chatting absolute shit about the pricks we call the police, military and people we genuinely hate.
Jean would be manspreaded, sat on the uncomfortable bed, you besides him, exhaling smoke into the air as he'd tilt his head back ever so slightly- the stuble on his face prominent and his mullet abit messy.
"you wanna smoke?" He'd say with a slight chuckle passing you the blunt. How sad, the smoke made you feel suffocated. You didn't like it one bit. However, you needed to be by him tonight.
"I despise it." You say, eyes still on the table infront of you. Connie was on the sofa, sleeping like a log.
"You're no fun... " he'd say with a smile "so, how was ur week y/n?"
You leaned back on the bed, your arms supporting you, "pretty shit honestly...killing titans, cleaning their filthy blood from my swords, watching my mates...loosing to some of those gigantic idiots."
The sorrow was dripping out of you at this point. You had to control it. Keep it in a jar. However, Jean didn't make it any easy. Your eyes gazed at his perfect side profile. A high bridged nose, piercing light brown eyes and his soft lips. You sighed, and went back to staring at the table. Escaping the feeling he made you feel just by looking at him.
Jean chuckled, "I feel you." His lips were stretched in a smile but you could feel the pain in it. He'd nod his head in a comforting way, as always. And somehow, you had gotten used to this. "So, why the depressing week? Titans? Losing? Or just generally?"
His arms curled around your shoulder, sending goosebumps on your skin. He touches so nonchalantly, not knowing the effect he has on you.
"...just..generally." A heavy exhale escaped your lips. "You wanna talk about it?" He said while staring at you from the side. God, you have to control yourself so much around him. And he doesn't make it any easier.
"Nah it's fine...i wouldn't wanna burden you with it. Besides..." you paused and walked to the window. "The weather is beautiful today." a wave of breeze makes your hair dance as you close your eyes, feeling easy.
It didn't go unnoticed by him as he took steps to join you. The light breeze causing your hair to flow. His heart rate had increased, was it the booze? But..maybe he has always felt like this? He doesn't know and nor does he care. "Wow, your hair looks stunning." He whispered, as his fingers tuck a few strands behind your ear.
The surroundings were dead silent. You were afraid he'd hear your heartbeat. Or he might see your red cheeks. God, why'd he have to be like this? You turn your face away.
"I guess the weather is pretty good" he chuckled. "It's also a pretty good time for a kiss." He gave a cheeky smile, teasing you.
This basta- Oh my god! You kept chanting in your brain 'calm down', and you ahve no idea if it was working or not. In fact, you even held your breath, trying to maintain that poker face. A few beats later you yelled "...Connie!! Jean wants to kiss you!"
He laughed aloud, "Y/n! I was joking! Don't do that!" When both of you turned behind to see Connie, he was still asleep. He must've been really tired. Meanwhile Jean, pretended to pout and crossed his arms as he glanced at connie.
The awkwardness faded away for a few seconds. You both kept talking about different things but somehow Jean managed to bring the 'ideal boyfriend' thing in between. Question. How do you tell your crush that they are in fact your ideal type, subtly so that they never suspect a thing?
"But if u were single and were to hypothetically want a handsome guy to kiss u.. I wouldnt mind it being me." He'd chuckle again. He knew he was being a pain in the ass, "I'll be quiet now I promise." But it was also evident, he wanted an answer.
You couldn't help but chuckle, "have you always been desperate?"
He tried to laugh it off nervously, but get slightly embarassed, "Desperate? Nooo.." he paused for a few seconds. And on god you just wanted to pounce on him. Respectfully. Not that you would ever in real life, maybe you had started to get drunk? But..did you even drink? Your eyes trailed down his neck, the first few buttons were undone, exposing his collarbones and chest.
"It's not desperate to let a girl know you like them." His deep voice reached your ears and your eyes went to his at lightening speed. You realised he was looking at you while you were gawking at him shamelessly. Jesus Y/n. So you immediately looked away, flustered.
"..I thought you liked Mikasa.." you had to get that out of your system. He smiled, nudging your shoulder, not answering your question "y/n, I like the way you blush when you're embarrassed" he then laughed, finally coming back to the point, "Also Mikasa is great. I just also find you to be great as well."
"You're spouting nonsense..." You started to walk back to the bed because there was no way you were letting him see this side you. You were sure a few more minutes and smoke would start coming out of your ears. Besides, who taught him to talk like that anyway? When he was younger, he'd always get himself embarrassed infront of others.
He started to follow you. The atmosphere had become tense yet again. He came to a pause behind you, getting close as you stood near a drawer. "I think you're quite the catch." He leaned it to whisper it in your ear. This is unfair. Your breath had started to tremble. He truly makes you feel things.
You felt his hard front on your back, " ...jean.." you managed to say, more like murmur. His hands were now on your waist. "Yes y/n..?" He did it again, he whispered it in your ear. For a moment you felt his lips brush over your neck and god you wanted to lean on him, let your hair fall on one side and let him devour you.
He noticed you're slightly flustered. He shouldn't do this..he still isn't able to figure out if this was due to the drink or you. He knew he was getting hard. His nose was by your forehead, and he could smell you. It intoxicated him. But at the same time he felt like embracing your tiny body in his.
As much as you wanted his hands on your body, you decided to gently remove them, "don't say the words you don't mean..." Your eyebrows furrowed, it was just so painful. He could be saying all of this under the influence of alcohol.
It felt disappointing to lose your touch and yet Jean still smiled, nodding slightly. Placing his hands on your shoulders, "You're right. I was just, trying to be cute. It's probably too early to say that kind of stuff..."
"So, y/n, will you let me try again..? Cause I genuinely do think you're a catch." The way he calls for you, make your heart ache. But...you can't. In fact, you wouldn't want to make this into something more. Because, this world you're living in isn't...gentle at all.
But you can't help it. You are sure you didn't even let a drop of alcohol touch you and yet you feel so high and drunk. It might be his aura or his eyes in particular. So you don't know what's best to do right now...go with your desires or leave him hanging.
After staring at him for a good 30 seconds, you chose the first option.
Using his collars you pulled him close and placed a soft, brief peck on his lips. Then running away for your life to the other room.
He looked shocked. More like perplexed. But it's sad you couldn't see his face. As you think you were getting away, you heard footsteps behind you, realizing he was running after you.
"Hey! That was my first kiss!... And I liked it!" It took a while but he was eventually able to catch up to you, grabbing your hips and pulling you close to him, "I'd like a 2nd one, if I'm being honest."
I'm in trouble. All because of this horse face. He leaned in a little closer, cornering you to the wall, flustered, you say, "that was my first one too..." But the butterflies in your stomach just won't stop fluttering. You tried to escape from his embrace.
He'd chuckle, trying to kiss you again. Your attempts of escaping futile as Jean had quite a strong grip, "Now, y/n. Don't be like that... Give the guy who stole your 1st kiss a 2nd one huh?" he'd smile, blushing a little.
He's so cute. You have no idea what he might be thinking right now. However, it was spontaneous of you to just kiss him out of nowhere. Then it dawned on you that he's drunk. All of this is just because he's drunk. None of it is true. Right now, he's looking at you like you're the only girl in the world and...it makes your heart beat 10 times faster.
You look away, "you're drunk....you won't remember any of this jean..." You take a deep breath, clenching the little fabric of his shirt, "But, if someday, i got the courage to finally confess to you while you're sober...then you can get a second kiss. You hadn't realised but your tears were already dripping down your cheeks, "until then...please don't get my hopes high...and please..stay alive."
A pang. That's what it felt like, seeing you cry. Jean, has always been a soft person. Heck, even the idea of admitting in the survey corps terrified him. But his mother always told him that he was brave. Maybe, that's what drove him to be there with everyone else.
Apart from the negative aspects, if he hadn't took that step, he would've never...never found you. How miserable would he have been then. He takes a step back, dropping his shoulders.
"You're right.. I probably won't remember this once I'm sober... But, when I do forget.. remember this... Drunk or sober... My feelings don't change for you. You're the best girl I've met and whether you accept it or not, I don't just want a kiss"
He smiled again. A bright one this time. Where his eyes turn into crescents and you can see the obvious blush, not knowing if it's because he's drunk or... flustered. "You are amazing."
If anyone still hasn't figured out why he attracted me so much. I hope...it's much clear now.
You tried to calm yourselves down, " ...I have an early...meeting tomorrow with Levi and hange-san.." ,sniffles, "I'll go sleep..."
He'd wipe your tears away, kissing your forehead gently. "Dont you worry now... You go to your little meeting, and when you come back, we can talk."
He'd smile again, getting close to you once again as he looked into your eyes, "You.. Me.. Together.. No alcohol needed."
That night you had a hard time falling asleep. Jean's words kept coming back to you. You, me together, no alcohol needed. And a smile would appear everytime. In fact, you didn't even want to sleep.... probably because, reality had started to feel better than dreams.
Oh, you fell, it was so evident. And you've fallen so deep that if you tried to come back up, you'll lose yourself with it. He was your first love..but at the same time you started to have second thoughts.
The anxiety, if that's what you can call it. There were so many things you were afraid of. But, the number 1 was losing him...so you prayed that night. If any one of us had to leave this world for good, then let it be me first. Let it be me...
The next day you're back to training in the backyard with Mikasa, eren and armin. It's the same old thing but something turns on when it's you four together. There's a touch of comfort and warmth. Armin tells so many facts and stories we three wouldn't even understand, Mikasa would blush seeing eren all motivated to defeat the titans and you'd catch her.
She doesn't seem to hide the fact that she likes him... it's just that, she's afraid to admit it vocally. Just like you. Your eyes get downturned but you turn your attention back to the training.
Jean watches you from a far. It's quite obvious Jean likes you, and that's pretty obvious to him as well because right now, a tinge of jealousy can be felt in his chest. He just wishes, it was him besides you. He was the reason you'd smile like that, where your dimples appear, you didn't even know you had. Although, he'd pretend to look away each time Armin or Eren would catch him staring.
"Eren could you teach me the swing you did that day?" You request the dark haired guy. Eren came behind you. Ok, maybe you should think ahead for the future before you ask for something. Because you thought he'd teach you by doing it himself but apparently he decided to hug you from the behind, and hold the sword, while your bodies were so close together.
He's still watching from a far, his eyes following you. Eren is being a bit flirtatious by placing his arms around you, which Jean notices. Or maybe he's just seeing things because how would Eren, the freedom crazy bastard possibly have the time to flirt? In fact, he won't even know the purpose behind it?
"Ugh... What a flirt" He murmured being a little disgusted. "Hey Mikasa, you wanna tell me about your week?" He'd say in an attempt to distract himself from the jealous feelings of watching you with Eren.
A minute later he finds you ruffling Eren's hair who's on the ground and you're laughing, probably,because eren made a joke. This is all in his brain because that's not true at all, you were laughing because Eren tripped on thin air. And it was funny, to see a guy who can literally turn into someone so huge and crush millions, fall on the ground while making a cute sound.
This time Jean doesn't bother hiding his jealousy and anger. He has a straight face as he watches you play with Eren's hair, his hand clenching the handle of his 3D maneuvering equipment sword.
"Oh you think Eren is so cute!?" He'd say in a mocking tone, trying to get your attention. You turned yourself to him and realised he had been watching you. Wow, he was...watching me? He slowly got closer to you, "What about me?.. I haven't really even got the chance to show you how cute I can be.."
Your eyes go wide for a second. Because A) he's too damn close and B) he just said that aloud, in front of your friends. Which was even more embarassing. But he seemed to not care. You take a step back, "what..are you talking about?" Your cheeks are so red right now, why did the weather have to be clear today?
"Me?... Why, I simply thought you seemed to be getting a little.. flirty with Eren." He'd chuckle nervously before stepping closer again. Your poor heart was in no way ready for this. "I just thought I'd show you what you've been missing out on when you've been hanging out with that hot headed idiot.."
In no time, you're literally corned to the concrete wall behind and he slightly tilted his face. If it wasn't for the support of the wall you bet you'd fall down because just the way he's talking right now is making you go crazy enough to even let out a moan. Jesus..
You look away, trying to come up with something. You know damn well he looks majestic right now but unfortunately you don't have the courage to look straight at him. So you say, " ....just so you know ...it's hard for me to talk to boys that I find attractive..." Your cheeks go even more red, " ...ahem...captain Levi is calling me." And you walk away.
Jean was quite literally stunned. Shocked. Perplexed. And whatever else you can say instead of 'surprised'. He doesn't move an inch from where he trapped you while you walk away, "y/n...!" He finally yells. "You find.. Me.. Attractive?" He'd ask. His face would go red as he'd look after you.
"Well, when you get back we are gonna have a talk.." yeah sure whatever you say pretty boy. Was what you had in mind but no way you were ready for that 'talk' yet. You thought you were the only with a bright scarlet face when on the other hand, Jean is literally dying of shyness. So you just raised a middle finger in the air, trying to run away without any words.
He frowned as you flicked him off, "Well I hope your happy now that you got that out of your system.. Just wait until you see me when you come back" He'd put his middle finger up as well, and stick his tongue out at you. But then quickly rethink what happened and get flustered again.
Meanwhile the people around you were....well..not surprised.
"Finally..." Mikasa let out and Eren follows, "I thought they'd already be married or something." And continues with his punches in the air. "Eren.." Armin says as if to scold him, "what? You can even ask the infiltrators, they thought the same..."
*
A while later you're under a tree, looking off into the setting sun. Jean appeared behind you, resting his body against the tree as he watched you sit there.
"What you doing over here y/n? You look deep in thought.. I'd hate to distract you." His deep voice, which had now quite frankly, started to sound like honey, reached your ears.
"It's not a thought but..I find sunsets so pretty." You say, not breaking your gaze from the sky. But then you turn around and signal him to sit besides you. He smiled before sitting down next to you, leaning his head against the tree as he kept his eyes on you.
"They are indeed quite pretty.." his eyes move to the sunset then back to you, "but I think you're more beautiful than any sunset."
"..you're cheesy as ever." You chuckled. And... Something shifted in Jean's eyes as he looked at you. Maybe even in his heart. It made him content, that it was you who was smiling next to him.. because of him. The orange and golden hues of the sun reflect perfectly on your skin. As if you already didn't look like a goddess, the dipping sun made you look etheral. Your eye color now more visible because of the bright light. You're just so...pretty. And..Jean can't get tired of watching and observing you. Its like everytime he finds something pretty in you.
"I can't help it.. I'm a sucker for romance." He sighed, staring at the sky with you. "I'm also a sucker for beautiful girls.. you are the perfect combination."
A gush of butterflies fill your gut, and you smile, "you know, I must say... you're the reason I've stopped feeling insecure."
"I am?" He intentionally made a surprised look and when you chuckled while playing with the grass, his eyes became soft once again, "You know.. seeing you smile like that is always a great sight for me. It makes me believe maybe just maybe... I also make you feel something."
He stretched his arms and legs out to stretch contently while he inhaled sharply and your eyes fell on his built physique. His structured face and brown hair. You wish to play with them..style them in cute hairstyles and bows. The thought made you smile, but then...he turned to you and said, "It's quite a beautiful night isn't it.."
"Yeah.." you said not looking at the sky but him instead, "Its..beautiful." The sun had set entirely and it became darker than before. Just at the right time, as though the universe was playing it's cards, a wave of wind blew your hair prettily.
Jean watches the way the wind blew through your hair, before opening his eyes and looking at your face. He'd tilt his head, placing his hands on your shoulders and gently turning your face to him. He'd hold eye contact with you before moving closer.
"You have the most kissable lips y/n.." He chuckled before leaning in closer and brushing his nose against yours. You could feel his breath, and it sent goosebumps all over you. Your stomach was doing sommersaults. And again, his scent, a mix of an earthly smell but at the same time a fragrance that intoxicated you.
"...jean... you're too close.." you breathed out heavily.
"Too close?"
"And if I get closer?" He leaned in.
"Do I get to kiss those beautiful lips?"
Your throat had beginning to feel tight and you chest...it felt like a drum as of now. What should you even do right now? Your mind went blank, until, you hear a voice calling from a distance, "s-sasha is calling me.." you whispered.
He smiled and then gently turned your face towards him again,"hm?" Gosh that was so hot of him...he pressed himself against you and pulled you closer so that both your bodies were touching. He'd hold your chin gently with his hands, "I know you want to kiss me. It's the only thing you can think about right now.. I can feel it"
You didn't have the confidence to even say something let alone look him in the eye. Meanwhile you felt his gaze on you, with each second a pool of desire growing inside both of you and just..a fuzzy feeling inside you couldn't quite point out.
He kissed your neck gently, his lips soft against your skin. He'd move his head up again to look at your lips, "Don't fight it anymore..." You flinched at the touch, it was like an electric shock. You still tried with all your might, to turn this situation into a normal one, "J-jean....Sasha's calling me.."
"Sasha can wait.. " was what he said. And when he did, you felt vibrations on your nape. A pathetic sound could leave you any time if he didn't stop. He chuckled as his jaw started to clench a little, a small amount of frustration and jealousy in his tone, "It doesn't matter who calls you... I just.. wanna kiss you for gods sake."
Your raised your hand to slowly caress his hair, "..jean." you whispered, "I'm... I'm scared." Eyebrows furrowing as a sense of pain arrived in you, "I'm scared that I'll end up losing you. The world we live is not...gentle. it's cruel...and to love a person truly in this world is...scary."
And you meant it.
You meant every word of it.
Because you've seen it. You've experienced it. You didn't wanna bear that pain anymore. You agree you're weak... because if another person close to you died, you'll lose yourself with it.
"Listen y/n. I may be an idiot sometimes, but I'm not that stupid. I know this world isn't gentle.. Hell it's more cruel than anything I would ever have imagined.. But that's all the more reason to be with the people we love.. What good would it be to survive this nightmare if we can't spend it with the people we love?" He'd move his hand to yours, gently taking your hand, "I'll protect you y/n...I'll keep you safe."
It was just how your mother used to tell you how your dad made her feel. A feeling of comfort, so comfortable that I wanted to cuddle him everytime he was near. And for some reason, my heart rate was always high near him. His eyes...were like an ocean. And I was willing to drown in them.
"Promise?" You extended out your pinky.
Maybe that's how I feel right now.
He'd take your pinky finger and wrap his own around it, "I Promise." He gave a little smile before looking back up at you. He still held your hand, gently rubbing the side of your finger with his thumb.
So, I'll trust you.
You leaned in to reach near his face, a little nervous but wanting to feel his lips. Feeling his breath on them. He watched you as you got closer to him, his eyes trailed down to your lips and then back up again. He moved his head closer to yours, leaning in close before he finally pressed his lips against yours. He wrapped his arms around your body in order to pull you closer. His lips were firm, yet gentle. He'd kiss you for what felt like an eternity. Like that comfort your mom told you about. Your hands were in his hair while his held you close.
At first, it felt like just a touch of lips, but then a desire evoked in you to feel them again. That soft feeling. He sucked on your bottom lip and you enjoyed every little bit of it, moving back to kissing where his tongue explored the insides of your mouth. You didn't even knew he could kiss like that. He's...perfect. But he eventually broke the kiss.
"God damn.." He'd chuckle, pressing his arms close. You mirror his reaction by smiling, "...guess I do have kissable lips." "More than kissable, they are perfect lips"
He'd give you a little peck on the lips before gently rubbing your neck again, looking you in the eye again, "You really are amazing y/n... You really make me feel things I've never thought were possible, and you probably don't even realize it."
You rested your forehead on his while your hands held his neck, "..I felt the same when I saw you for the first time in the survey corps." You trail off the memory lane, "I was young..and so were you. But..you seemed to be intrigued by Mikasa...not that I can't relate but..I felt a little pang on my heart, so I just kept my distance." You were surprised you even let it out your system.
"Hearing you talk like this makes me feel like I should've came up and made my feelings known much earlier.. But, I'm here now. Let's make things right."
How does he know what to say every goddam time?
His eyes softened as he looked into yours. He would slowly take his hand out from your neck and move it to rest on your leg, slowly rubbing your thigh. You knew this wouldn't end at a kiss if you didn't stop this man, "You know that sasha was calling me right?" You murmured.
"Now I have to wonder.. Just what is sasha calling you for?"
"probably because the food is served and getting cold..."
"So food is more important than me?"
"Mhmm.." you said in a teasing tone.
"Alright.. But when we come back from eating, I'm probably gonna have to kiss you again just to remind you of what you have when you aren't eating." He got up to face you properly again, "don't be surprised if I try and steal another kiss"
"Jeez..." You took his hand in yours and chuckled, "we'll see about that later.." as both of you went in the dining room.
He slowly started walking, while looking at you with a smile, "I'm sure I won't let you escape me so easily." He whispered, "We'll see about that horse face." You winked in his direction, "Horse face?" He acted as if he got offended, "What have you got against horses anyway?" He'd nudge you lovingly, gently squeezing your hand, "I think horses are beautiful, majestic creatures. And a little bit of a compliment, sweetheart."
Your eyes automatically go wide on the use of the nickname, "stop..with those nicknames." Guess you're already a thing huh?
"Sweetheart?" He chuckled and look at you, "Do you not like nicknames then?"
"I..I do.." you say, red as a tomatoe, "let's go" upon entering the room you give him a peck on the cheek and sit next to sasha while continuing eating your food.
Both of you were fools in love.
"I'll make sure sweetheart that I give you as many kisses as you can handle from now on. Just to make up for all that I've missed out on." He whispered to himself. Throughout the dinner he kept looking at you after every bite. As if, you were gonna fade away from his sight.
*
You just came from a meeting again.
The same people, stressing over the same thing. But each time, there was a new hurdle. With a solution that would cost one of us our lives.
And this time it was eren. I knew it. Maybe...others knew it as well.
With all the new information in mind, we, the Eldians, have to clear the remaining titans of Paradis Island before traveling to the coast for the first time in centuries.
Will I be able to join them? Will I finally see this sea Armin keeps talking about?
But what lies ahead of that Island? ... it's, nothing but enemies, and it doesn't matter which version of history proves to be the correct one — because either way, Marley is gunning for us, and we must fight back.
Will I be able to join Jean?
You walk out of the room. Knowing you have more titans to fight. An emergency had arrived. And you volunteered to be the first one. As you're walking out, you find a figure walking towards you. A good 6 feet of a man.
Oh, that's my man.
His eyes would trail off, thinking about something "Hmm.." you sighed, "what's your pretty head thinking?"
"I was just thinking about how much you smile, you're such a beautiful girl, sweetheart." And you don't know if it was meant to be sarcastic because you do sure look the opposite of what he said right now. He'd let out a sigh of content as he leaned his head against the tree, "I like this tree. I think it helps me forget about everything for a little while though.. So it's nice to just relax like this for a minute.."
You scoffed. There. He managed to break that shell of negative energy around you, "Look at you sweet-talking me."
"Is it working? I'm not exactly a master at this kind of thing."
'not a master' sure. As if he doesn't know the things to say that make your legs weak. He nudged you playfully, "But it is working right, cause if yes, then I have some extra flirting lined up for you." A smirk appeared on his lips.
"We have titans to fight, and Levi and hange-san are literally like a metre away. They'll hear."
"So you'd rather flirt in private in the trees, hm? Because I can make that happen." He said with a shit-eating grin and his eyebrows raised. "Or is it that you're shy?" He laughed a little, "Please tell me that you're not shy, I can't take that"
You raised your eyes, staring into his, "it took me so many years to be honest about my feelings, do you still think I can be confident?" You start walking towards the horses.
He'd follow after you and look into your eyes as you did to him, "Aww, y/n.. You're so adorable like that. I don't know how you expect me to get any work done when you're looking at me like that and plus I don't think you can be confident. You are confident, whether you like it or not"
He'd smile softly and gently caress your cheek with his hand, "You're perfect y/n."
You don't even realise that your eyes are getting filled with tears. All you can think about right now is being with him. In fact, you don't even want to go fight those stupid huge things, you just want to...stay besides him. As if on instinct you open your arms and hug him, embrace him tightly. And you guys just stand there for a while, Jean's hands caressing your back, as though he knows the rush of anxiety you're going through. His "shhh" and "it's alright's" actually impacted you. But you think...now you'll always need him. You'll always require him and only him to comfort you.
"Now go, go on. They're all looking at you waiting for you to do something." You wipe your eyes before he can see your tears and just look at him. Wih a clear vision. With a deep breath you walk down to the stables to fetch your horse.
He'd lean against the tree again and watch you, grinning as his eyes trailed down your body gently. He'd watch the way you walked, from your ass to your legs. Eventually he'd look back up at your face and smirk before taking a deep breath and closing his eyes.
Sasha comes by him, "who're you staring at?"
"No one" He'd smile slightly "Just enjoying the view, that's all."
He'd then open his eyes to look up at you "What are you doing here though Sasha? It's not time for your training yet is it?"
Sasha narrows her eyes, "horse face, I've been a little too suspicious of you and y/n..." she looks between you two, "what is going on with you two?"
"If you must know, y/n really is beautiful, so why shouldn't I be interested? She's funny, charming, and she's an amazing kisser...."
Sasha cranes her neck so hard that she hears a 'crack' "Ow!" Jean stops to look at her, "woah easy.."
"Then.. that'd mean you..you kissed her?"
And all he did was give a wink. But Sasha appeared rather worried. Maybe, it was just like all those times. Jean just wanted attention, someone to be with him. She was worried you'd end up getting your heart broken. But when she stared at Jean for a while, she realised...the way he looked at you, was similar to the way Mikasa looked at eren...and that said something. Because Sasha has only ever seen her being so devoted to someone. "You're in love Jean..." Sasha says.
"You're damn straight I'm in love with her. I don't think I've ever felt like this about anyone before."
Sasha smirks and pats Jean's shoulder, "good luck getting your angel..." And leaves.
He'd groan as he realised that Sasha was right, before he'd turn back and look at you once more before walking, his hands into his pockets, "...angel though." He'd smirk as he leaned against the tree again, thinking about what Sasha said. "Y/n... My angel? I like that. Maybe that'll be one of her nicknames.." He'd sigh, smiling faintly as he thought about different nicknames he knew you would definitely like or hate.
You walked up to him with your horse. "I believe you might've seen Sapphire but never had a good introduction." You bring her close with the leash to Jean, rubbing the bridge of her nose, "Say hi Sapphire,...this..is my lover."
He smiled at the name you gave the horse while gushing over how you called him your lover and pet her head gently before turning to you, "...Be safe y/n, okay?" He looks into your eyes gently and makes a promise to you before climbing onto the horse with you, "And when you get back, I'm getting that second kiss. You better remember that, cause I know I do.."
You blush at the proximity of you two on the horse. So close, it was just like the night it all started. His hard front upon your back, his warmth on your arms and his breath felt on the crook of your neck.
"...now get off i have work to do."
"Alright, alright", He'd hop off and watch as you rode out of the training grounds and off towards your mission,"Good luck y/n!" He called out to you as you started riding further away. He'd then take one last look at you, blushing a little for a moment before looking away, "I'm gonna need that kiss next time I see you." Yes. He yelled it. Infront of everyone. And he knows the kind of expression you'd be making. And how you'd scold him once you get back but then melt away with his touch.
*
Those were the last words i heard.
Before the echoing roars of these monsters.
You were frozen. Seeing the horrendous conditions of the village. You thought the titans were finally eliminated at least from the villages, because the only ones left were around the Paradis island.
Your feet didn't let you make a move. Besides, Sapphire was injured in her back limb. Everything around you happened in slow motion. From the blood splashing everywhere, to the head of titans being slaughtered to the ground. Or the fellow soldiers being ruthlessly handled by the titans.
You...should do something.
"Now go, go on. They're all looking at you waiting for you to do something."
Even in this battlefield, his voice sounded clear. It echoed throughout your brain. A moment later, a fellow corps member came by you, informing you how the the person who was supposed to call for back up was crushed by the titans. Meaning.... there's no way this can end easily.
Maybe...
Just maybe, this might be the end.
'If any one of us had to leave this world for good, then let it be me first. Let it be me...'
With a deep breath, you whipped sapphire's leash and she was obeying while running towards the titans. A deep rage had awoken inside of you. A deep,..desire to..fight!
You rode all across the biggest Titan which seemed to be crushing everyone around. As soon as you reached it, it tried to kill you by using its feet but you dogded it successfully, thanks to Sapphire.
With that being said, his feet once stomped right besides you, that's when you took the chance to use your sword as a support for climbing it's huge body. When it pierced it's skin, it tried to yank you off of him but you kept hanging. Grunting, it was hard... you were sweating all over and your clothes were splattered by blood.
With much power you managed to climb till it's arms which was a bad idea, it's big hand came hovering over your tiny body. However, you hung yourself on to the finger and used the 3D maneuvering gear to reach till it's nape and slash it.
The cut was successful, you hung yourself on a tree branch, panting heavily. Tears flowing uncontrollably. You screamed. You screamed your lungs off because this was exhausting. You were wailing. Don't know for what?
Freedom? Love? Death?
Something..that gave me peace.
You let your guard off too soon.
You hear a crack, and when you look down, it's the same Titan, using its body to cut down the tree. Your wide eyes looks at it in horror. Fear was creeping inside of you....was it? Because you didn't try doing anything on instinct. You...just wanted to fall.
"Be safe y/n, okay?"
His voice still lingers on. His touch as well. His warmth...
You were going to fight. If not for yourself then for Jean. The tree began to tilt and you used your gear just in time to cling on to the another tree. Another Titan had started to hover over you. It had enormous eyes and it's hair were crippled and messy. Your hooded eyes looked at it and while grinding your teeth, you used all your strength to slash it's nape. Your other injuries were starting to act up. Especially, the one where the titan threw a big ass rock at you.
This time, it was successful. However, the gas in your gear had started to decrease. To the point...it went empty. You fell off in mid air...
Half unconscious because of the previous injuries.
Somehow, this felt...quiet. and nice.
It was like all your worries were gone. Just you sliding down, like in your dreams. However, this time you weren't gonna wake up with a jolt.
The tears prickled at the corner of your eyes as the memories of your teammates, your friends, your family started to appear. You smiled nonetheless. And the last memory before your blood started to run cold, was of that horse face. That idiot who made you fall for him. Called, Jean Kirstin.
And before you knew you were gasping for oxygen because you had hit the hard ground. As the last tear fell, your eyes closed...for an eternity.
*
Jean would turn around to see Armin running with a worried expression. "Wh-what happened Armin?"
"The village where the titans attacked..." He paused and hunched over to pant, "The bodies..they brought the bodies!"
His eyes automatically grew wide. Just thinking that you were also involved in this. He ran with Armin as both of them went to the group of survivors that fought. All of them injured, Captain Levi, could be seen near a man, his clothes also spoiled with blood spots. Somehow it relieved him to see Captain Levi, he thought if he was here then that'd mean you were safe.
His head moved in every direction to look for you. He even called out for you in the crowd. Until a man responded, "are you perhaps looking for..Y/n?" And Jean immediately shook his head. However, the expression of the man made his anxiety act up. He saw the man shuffle something in his pockets, "She clenched it hard in her hands.."
"Y/n?" He'd say, his eyes widening as his heart stopped. He'd take the pendant and look down at it, not knowing what to say or do, "I-I don't understand.. She was just here.. It can't be.." He'd mutter, placing his other hand on his head in distress. His other hand would hold the pendant to his heart, staring at it with a dead expression "y/n.."
Armin who was standing beside Jean, was stunned. "It can't be.." he whispered. Captain Levi from a distance walked over to them, "I caught her before she could hit the ground..." Levi's hoarse voice informed. "It couldn't be helped.." he said and left.
Jean knew deep inside Levi was beating himself for not being able to save you. The man spoke up once again, "You can..see her body."
He took a step back, feeling the world around him spin. His body felt like it was going to crumble any minute now he was so shocked. "No.." He said, softly as he looked down at the necklace "I-I want to remember her when she was alive.. And I don't think I could handle being near the body without falling to pieces.. He'd take a pause, letting out a sigh as he tried to compose himself.
For the briefest moment, he felt proud that you had been able to protect everyone from that titan before he quickly realised the truth.
"...She's dead now..." He'd murmur "We have to tell everyone else.. Especially Eren and Mikasa.. They.. They were the closest to her.. And... She was gonna kiss me..."
He'd take a deep breath, feeling the pain of the loss all too well "..She'll never kiss me now..."
Eren, Mikasa, Connie and Sasha come running towards you. This time Sasha spoke, "Jean... where's Y/n?"
He kept quite. Not saying a word. He just couldn't. He couldn't say that you were gone. His eyes would lock with Eren's, staring right at him with tears in his eyes, "She's... She's gone..I couldn't do anything.." His voice broke at the end and he looked down at the ground, closing his eyes, "I-I couldn't save her Sasha... I couldn't save her..."
It was not something new. It had happened quite a few times before. Then..how come it affected them so much this time? Everyone's voices would seem quiet to Jean as he spoke. All he could hear was his own thoughts at this point, "I couldn't save her.. Why.. Why couldn't it have been me? She should be here now..."
Connie put a hand on jean's shoulder, "it's not only your fault...we..we couldn't do anything as well." tears trickled from his eyes.
He looked at Connie, "But I was supposed to be there with her.. I was supposed to protect her... I don't understand.." He'd place his hand on his forehead as he looked back up, "I should've been able to save her.. That's what I should've been able to do.."
this time Mikasa spoke, "jean...she would've wanted you to be strong." she wiped her tears, "..let's start with burying her..." He'd sniff slightly and nod gently
"That's.. Right.. She wouldn't want me just standing here mopping.. We need to move..". He'd then turn to everyone and motion for them to follow him, "Let's get moving, I know where she wanted me to bury her."
He started walking towards the forest, waiting for the others to follow him before continuing through the trees, away from the military grounds.
It was the tree, under which you both shared your first kiss. And a confession as well.
"Alright... This is the place.. y/n and I would come here a lot whenever we got a break from training. She loved it here, so this is where I'm gonna bury her."
He'd take a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before starting to dig the grave "It shouldn't be too big.. We don't wanna attract any mindless titans."
He'd say this to explain himself more than anything else. Connie, Levi and eren help in digging the ground. A while later, your body is shown to them. He looked at you with tears in his eyes once again. He took in your face, running his eyes over you.
He noticed every mark on your face, all the little things that made him love you so much and he physically winced at your state. He'd sigh again heavily, putting a hand on your cheek. Eyes closed, he brought you closer to his chest, like you were just asleep and he wanted you to keep being like that.
A small tear rolled down his face as he held you gently, taking in your warmth one last time.
Everyone went silent. The atmosphere was sad, a few raindrops fell. It was as if the sky cried for you. Levi, finally told jean to bury the body.
He gave your face one last gentle kiss before slowly laying you down gently inside the grave, "I got the kiss...i guess." He paused and sighed before covering you with the soil, tears rolling down his face as he did so.
"I'll miss you.. My angel..so much.." He wiped his eyes gently "...I love you y/n.. always."
Love...funny thing isn't it?
His eyes looked up at the sky, as he began to think, though it seemed more like he was speaking to himself.
He would take a deep breath, still looking up at the sky "..Yeah, it's a funny thing, even when it hurts..."
I'll always love you. So, let's meet in another universe. Where I can be embraced by you peacefully, where I won't have to worry about losing you, where we'll talk about all the silly things. Where I'll give you your second kiss.
"I'll always love you y/n too, my sweet angel"
He smiled gently as he began to imagine a place where he could hold you once more, feeling the love he had for you deeply as he looked up at the sky.
"Maybe in another universe I'll be able to hold you.. And kiss you once more, a sweet kiss with no regrets or anything holding me back..."
"...maybe there's one where you're still alive, and where I could have a chance to hold you one more time..."
The end.
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cagesofgold · 8 months
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jean kirstein headcanons <3
🎵 cry baby - the neighborhood 🎧
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You and Jean had been friends for about a year before you confessed your feelings for each other, and for your one year anniversary, Jean’s gift, alongside the bundle of others he got you, was a notebook full of sketches he had made of you. You only found out how long he’d been drawing them when you realized that the one at the front was you sitting in the lecture where you first met.
a total plant dad. for one of your first dates he took you to a plant market and let you pick out three plants to take with you, which now sit on the windowsill in your shared apartment. (he also named all of them and speaks to them when no one’s around)
his favorite place to paint/draw is outside. in your apartment you have a relatively minuscule balcony, where he can often be found shirtless, letting paints coalesce across a canvas in the early hours.
he likes his coffee strong, will refuse to add sugar to it and tends to lean more towards savory than sweet.
he is the BEST gift giver. he is so thoughtful and will always paint you something for every birthday or gift giving occasion.
he’s very sentimental, harbors a cardboard box under his bed full of photos from high school and various nick nacks he had acquired throughout his life.
loves lamps. he likes a space to be cozy, and turning the overhead light on, to him, is the same as stabbing him in the eyes with a ten inch blade repeatedly. will whine, “noooooo” and bury his face in his arms any time you have to turn it on.
will pay for everything, wont even let you reach for your card, he’s just too fast.
is easily agitated, not by you though, mainly by Connie and Eren who always find a way to torment him on the regular. He blocks them at least four times a week.
loves the colour green. mainly darker shades, bring him a neon and he’ll act as if you’ve shot him.
is like a kid in a candy shop if you take him to an art shop, will take you by the hand and talk your ear off about different painting techniques and consistency’s of paint.
is extremely attentive. will instantly know if you are even so much as a little off. he knows you in and out and will simply ask, “listen or solution?” and will provide service on which you choose.
has a comically large phone, due to his hands. whenever he holds your phone it looks ridiculous.
his mother absolutely adores you, has a groupchat with you and jean where she frequently asks you two to come over for dinner.
he is an extremely cautious driver, this man will never be caught with a speeding ticket. this also manages to drive connie insane because of how fucking slow he is.
“i’m just being careful!”
“yeah okay, grandpa…” 💀
he loves to dance with you, arms wrapped around your waist as you sway to a gentle rhythm, him humming softly in your ear.
your apartment is extremely well decorated due to Jean’s artistic nature. he’s painted the walls, and made sure everything explodes with color. he believes beige home to be the death of interior design.
this also applies to beige babies, jean’s child will be having colorful toys and that’s that.
despite his size, he loves being little spoon. The feeling of your body heat against his spine helps him drift right off.
whenever he’s sick, no matter to what degree he always watches “singing in the rain” - it’s a comfort film to him due to his mother putting it on any time he had the flu growing up.
he adores jazz clubs. he just loves how peaceful and calming they are, and he likes to observe the different types of people who all come together to listen to the sweet hum of a saxophone. a lot of his art pieces are set in that environment.
he has a collection of hand cream. due to his career his hands constantly mirror that of a paint palette, and so, to ensure he doesn’t have cracked hands he always makes sure to moisturize them. his hands are his tools after all, in more ways than one….
you will always be his no.1 muse. a perfect day for him is letting you indulge in any hobby, read, watch tv, cook, bake, and as you do that, he’ll sketch, taking extra time on your eyes and smile. he just truly believes no landscape, no still life, and no composition will ever be as beautiful as what you can make occur on his page. <3
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3 aot boy headcanons down, six to go 💋
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thatartistshar0n · 2 months
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Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin Masterlist! ☆
Requests are - OPEN!
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Stuff I can write for: Fluff, comfort, angst, crack, character x reader, character x character (as long as the ship is appropriate), AU, modern AU, canon verse, hybrid!character, child!reader (only if it's sfw and wholesome, no romance involved), dere type! character (tsundere, kuudere, yandere, etc.), sibling!character, polyamory (please give me reqs for poly stuff i love it sm).
Stuff I refuse to write for: Smut, kink, suggestive content, abuse (unless if it's abuse comfort), pedophilia, incest, stepcest, child!character x reader, (if the relationship between them is more like a child and parent or siblings, that's allowed. if requested to be in a romantic relationship, that won't be allowed), anything that promotes inappropriate subjects, gore (I can do some violence, but I will not write extremely violent stuff)
Characters
"☆" is used for the characters I'm most fond for and enjoy writing for the most! Don't worry, I can still do other characters!
Eren Jaeger (☆)
Nothing yet!
Mikasa Ackerman (☆)
Nothing yet!
Armin Arlert (☆)
Armin x Reader Panic Attack Comfort
Sasha Braus (☆)
Nothing yet! <3
Connie Springer
Nothing yet! <3
Jean Kirstein
Nothing yet! <3
Christa Lenz/Historia Reiss (☆)
Nothing yet! <3
Ymir (☆)
Nothing yet! <3
Hange Zoe (☆)
Nothing yet! <3
Levi Ackerman
Nothing yet! <3
Erwin Smith
Erwin x Reader Comfort Headcanons
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levis-nut-dump · 7 months
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~Lose My Mind~
Summary: Jean didn't tell you (his fiancee)that he's leaving for Marley till the day before
"So when were you going to tell me?" you ask Jean angrily as he packs his clothes into a suitcase.
"I was going to soon. I just didn't know how to, (Y/N). I'm sorry."
"What the hell am I supposed to do with a sorry Jean?!" you shouted. It's true that you're known to be quite the hothead, just like your fiance, but in the two years of dating Jean, you never once got angry with him. You two are two peas in a pod, joined at the hip and the heart; That's why when you found out the day before from Eren Jaeger's letters that Jean left on the dining room table that he's leaving for Marley on a mission, you were pissed.
Jean stopped packing and he sat on the bed with both hands on his face in frustration. "Look I don't know babe. I have to do this. You understand right?" he asked, looking at you with pleading eyes.
Of course, you did. Jean and a few others of his friends/comrades are known heroes on Paradis. Now they're needed for something much bigger than titans. You knew this, but a major part of you wanted him to stay. Safe within the walls, in your arms. You stare at him, clenching your fists and struggling to find the words you want to use. Are you angry? Proud? You didn't know. You just knew you needed him to stay.
"(Y/N), right?" he repeated.
In tears, you walked to the dresser, opened a drawer, and threw his stuff in his suitcase. "You wanna go?! Fine! Go! See if I care!" you yell, clearing the drawer.
Jean knew how to handle you like this. In fact, he's the only one because he knows you replace feelings of sadness with anger, so you don't feel weak. He's just never been on the receiving end of your tantrums.
"Baby i'm doing this for you. For all of us. You don't know how it feels when there needs to be a change in the world, for the people you love, and not changing it when you have the power to do so." he said, standing up and walking towards you.
You push him. "Yeah?! Well, you don't know what it's like to love you, Jean! You love me, yeah, but you don't know what it's like to love you. More often than not you are in danger. Whether it be by Marleyans in the walls or Titans you come across outside the walls you are always in danger and I always have to worry about the time you leave and never come back. Now you're going into enemy territory?! Are you serious?!" You were being selfish and you knew it. Two years you've been in love with this man. Since you were just seventeen. Now you're engaged and your whole future is ahead of you guys. Now he's going to risk his life? How could he? How could he be... the man you fell in love with...
You look down and Jean sees the realization on your face. "As I see it, we have two options." He said grabbing your hands softly in his. "Ready?" He asked calmly. You nod, tears streaming down your face quietly. "I can stay here with you. We'll get married, have kids, and we'll be happy. Then Marely will invade. If that happens we'll have a few ways it could play out: We could die, and our kids will grow up without their parents, our kids will die and we'll be left empty and broken, or we'll all die, never getting to experience a life together." Jean said.
You look up into his eyes. "Or we would all survive." I suggested.
"Yes, but the trauma, the loss of friends, the living in fear. Love, that's no way to live, no way to raise children. The second option, I can go to Marley on this mission. I'll stay hidden and safe while I carry out my business and I'll be back in a few years, ready for you if you're waiting."
"Why risk me not willing to wait for you?" you asked.
"Because whether it's with me or not, I want you to safely and peacefully get married and raise children if that's what you choose to do, (Y/N). I have to do this for Paradis, for you. What kind of man would I be if I didn't? Not the kind that deserves the love of someone as beautiful and rare as you." he said, gently putting his hand on your cheek.
You look down. "I'll lose my mind if I don't have you." you whisper,
Jean kissed your forehead and hugged you tight. "And you have no idea how heavy my heart is going to be without you by my side. We just have to hold on tight to each other's souls till we meet again." he said. Jean took off his black promise ring and slipped it onto the middle finger of your left hand. He then softly slid off your engagement ring, took off his chain with his dog tag (Which helps soldiers identify themselves) on it, and slid it on. He put the chain back on and tucked it into his shirt. "Let's keep each other's souls safe."
You start to sob. "I promise. I promise I'll keep it safe!" you jump on him, tackling him to the ground as he laughs and hugs you back.
"How about I finish packing, and we'll make ourselves a nice last dinner before I have to leave in the morning?" he asked.
"I'd do anything if it means I get to spend time with you." you say, sitting up on the floor.
"You always say that." Jean laughed.
"I always mean it." Jean looked into your eyes and put his hand on your cheek once more. "What?" you asked nervously.
"How could someone as self-centered and hot-headed as me, get so lucky with an angel like you?" he whispered.
You were never good with words, at least not the way Jean was. Before you thought it was because was a player, which he most definitely was before you two got together, but the way he talked to was different, it's with love. So with a soft kiss of your lips on his, more was said than words ever could
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otakugoddes · 1 year
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☆The Little Things☆
☆Jean Kirstein☆
~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~
A/N: This is Timeskip Jean btw
Jean leaned over the sink while he's shaving, the blade nicking him because he couldn't hold it properly, he wanted to get all the little beard that gathered up on his chin. You knock on the door and smile when he says come in, and boy does the sight of your man shirtless and hunched over trying to shave do things to you. Jean really aged well these past years, looking more rougishly handsome than before, and when those eyes flickered to you in the mirror--a small smile crossed his lips before he ran the blade up his neck.
"You cut yourself again!" You commented when he looked back down, not even realizing there was a little cut on his neck.
Jean sighed, "I'm not good at this!" He threw the blade into the sink, turning to face you and tilt his head up.
"Lemme help you, Jean!" You pull him away from the sink and sit on the edge of the basin, bringing him to stand between your legs.
Jean chuckled, your one hand firmly held his jaw--tilting it up slightly, while the other shaved the stubble and sideburns.
"What are you doing? Why aren't you shaving all off?" He noticed in the mirror that you didn't get the little goatee on his chin and gave you a 'stern look' when you smiled up at him. "It does not work!"
After cleaning his face off and having Jean face himself in the mirror you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed a few kisses to his neck, "Trust me...the little goatee is working. It's working on me! You look hot You mumbled the last part.
Jean nodded, "Fine...if you think it's good, I'll keep it!" Though, you may have regretted telling him he looks good with us a little bit because he finds an excuse to use it against you.
Not that you mind.
~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~
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lostinthewiind · 3 months
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PLEASE SEND ME ATTACK ON TITAN ONE SHOT REQUESTS PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU!!!!!
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imagineanime2022 · 2 years
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(AoT) He Can't Find You After A Mission (Fluff)
Eren Yaeger X Reader, Armin Arlet X Reader, Jean Kirstein X Reader, Connie Springer X Reader, Erwin Smith X Reader, Levi Ackerman X Reader
Summary: He can't find you after a mission how he reacts.
Eren Yeager
Normal - Eren
Italic - Armin
💢 Eren often ended up waking up in some kind of hospital bed whenever a mission ended but you were always there, you would be sitting next to him, you’d always have a book in your hands or be playing with his fingers as you waited for him to wake up. 💢 This time Mikasa and Armin were there but you weren’t in the room, he looked around and even waited for a few minutes you could very well have been doing something but you didn’t show up. 💢 “Where’s (Y/N)?” “I don’t know.” 💢 He never wanted to hear that, the others tired to stop him from getting out of the infirmary bed but he wasn’t listening to them, he needed to find you. He was convinced that they were hiding something from him. 💢 He didn’t find you in the infirmary and that was when he felt like his throat was closing, his eyes jumped from face to face as he staggered down the hall towards your bedroom hoping to find you there, he hadn’t even noticed that Mikasa had disappeared. 💢 Armin trailed after him and caught him as he tripped over his own feet “Eren maybe you should slow down.” “I need to find her.”
“Eren!?” When he heard the call of his voice he stopped, turning to where the voice had emanate from. There you were, you were fine apart from a small cut on your cheek, you were okay, he would have collapsed if Armin wasn’t there to catch him, you hurried over taking his other arm and ordering Armin to help you get him to your room, it was the closest place with a bed at this point. “What were you thinking!?” You asked as you moved you pillow to help prop him up in bed. “You weren’t there… Where were you?” He asked. “Debrief, Captain Levi let me come see you before giving my report.” You answered “I was on my way back when Mikasa told me that you were up and walking around already, I thought that meant that you were feeling a little better than usual but instead I find you half dead and leaning against your best friend.” “I’m sorry.” He apologised. “You are always there and I didn’t see you the whole time that we were out there so I worried about you, I had to find you and make sure that you were okay. You are okay right?” “I’m fine Ren, I’d be better wif you would think about yourself a little more okay?” You asked as you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead “You’re the one that’s going to save us remember?” “As long as your in it.” He mumbled as you pulled you to lay with him wrapping his arms around you. “They’ll be looking for you soon and Armin is a terrible liar.” You reminded him as you traced shapes into the fabric that covered his chest. “We still have some time.” Eren answered dismissing the face that your piece will end soon.
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Armin Arlet
🧠 Armin isn’t usually the one looking for you, most mission give him so much anxiety that when he finally gets back to safety he occupied with wondering how he managed to make it back alive. 🧠 He never worried about your abilities so he always assumed that you were back safe and sound, that is until it got to dinner and he still hadn’t seen you. 🧠 Panic grips him, he doesn’t see any of your team and it only takes a second for Mikasa to inform him that your entire squad was killed baring one person but no one knows who it was yet. 🧠 He grabbed some food and headed for the infirmary, he knew that it might not be you but whoever was in there was bound to need food at some point, he just prayed that when he walked into the room that it was going to be you. 🧠 He had never breathed a larger sigh of relief then when he saw you but he could tell that there was something wrong because you didn’t even look at him.
Armin walked a little closer putting the food on the table next to you before crouching in front of you “(Y/N)? How are you feeling?” He asked. “I’m sorry, I just can’t stop seeing them, there are people that would miss them.” You mumbled as you clenched your fists and closed your eyes tight. “Are you hurt?” He asked. “Me? No.” You shook your head as you finally looked up at him. “Then we’ll keep fighting.” He said. “Fighting… Are we actually making a difference?” You asked “Or are we just dying because we need something to cling on to?” “(Y/N) I know how you feel I felt like this after the first mission, I don’t even know how much my view has changed but I do know that this is all that we have left if we stop trying then nothing will ever change.” He said softly, he sat next to you and wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close. He knew that you weren’t as okay as he hoped but he was going to be there for you no matter how long it took.
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Jean Kirstein
🐴 Jean could name the moment that he lost sight of you but he could tell you what happened or even where you went. 🐴 He knew that he should have been concentrating on the mission but he needed to know that you were okay, unfortunately he didn’t catch even a glimpse of you for the rest of the mission or the journey back. 🐴 He greeted the people that he cared to when he got back but it was Sasha who informed him of your location, she had just heped move you to the infirmary, you hadn’t been hurt too bad but you still needed to be seen to. 🐴 Jean had never moved so fast in his life, he never wanted to hear your name and infirmary in the same sentence but the best that he could do now was be there for you if you needed him. 🐴 When he got to your room you were just about to put your top back on after being bandaged up and he would have been embarrassed if he wasn’t so worried.
“What happened!?” He asked stopping you from pulling the shirt fown to try and figure out how bad the injury was. “It’s nothing just some bruises.” You answered. “It’s not just bruises it’s bruised ribs, you are lucky that they are not broken.” The doctor added as he was leaving the room, you rolled your eyes as you carefully moved your arms down so that you didn’t cause yourself too much pain. “What about recovery?” Jean asked, you looked at him and narrowed your eyes knowing that he was going to take this to an entirely different level. “It’ll take about 3 - 5 weeks to heal, depending on the person and how badly the ribs are bruised, by the sounds of things this one was pretty bad so your probably looking at 5 weeks of rest before you can think about going back ot training or helping out with other duties.” The doctor explained. “5 weeks!?” You asked eyes widening. “You can barley lift your arms as it is.” The Doctor reminded you. “I can I’m fine!” You attempted to lift your hands but Jean stopped you. “(Y/N) please just take the time to get better, I don’t think that Erwin plans on sending anyone out any time soon, we took a big hit this time.” Jean siad softly. “Look I’ll see you back here in 4 weeks and we can check how your getting on but for now, you need to rest okay?” He asked. “Fine,” You finally answered as you looked at the doctor. “Are we done here?” “We’re done just remember to rest.” He ordered as you stood up Jean following after you to make sure that you went back to your room. “Are you okay?” You answer after a moment of silence “I’m fine, what happened after we split up?” He asked. “Just a Titan, it was about to grab one of the others so I pushed him out fo the way but it still managed to hit me, knocked me off the roof and onto the pavement.” You explained as you started to lean against him a little more, he put his arm around your shoulder and walked you towards your bedroom. “Come on lets get some rest.” He said softly as he walked with you.
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Connie Springer
🤡 Connie honestly thinks that you are going to be okay no matter what happens, not because he doesn’t care but because he genuinely believes in your abilities. 🤡 Connie literally get distracted by everyone, he did originally start out looking for you but everytime he saw someone he stopped to talk to them. You were the one to find him, you were more panicked then he was he felt you grab his shoulder and when he turned around his face lit up, a huge mile taking over his face as he wrapped you in a huge. 🤡 He looked over you for a second before determining that there was nothing wrong with you and that you were okay. 🤡 You seem to need a more thorough examination of him however as you pulling him away from the crowd to properly look him over.
Connie smiled as you gently run your hands over his arms and chest, you didn’t even realise how this could be seen as anything else as you attempted to lift his shirt and check for bruises, he takes your hands gently and smiles. “I’m okay.” He finally says. “Your sure… Nothing hurts?” You asked. “I promise nothing hurts.” He smiled. “Are you hungry?” “Not really.” You mumbled as you looked over at the group that you pulled him away from, everyone seemed to be there. “Your worrying again.” He pointed out as he wrapped his arms around your waist “everyone is okay.” “How are you so calm?” You asked. “I trust that you all have the skill to make it back here, the only thing that worrying is going to do is stop me from getting back here in one piece.” He said softly as he pulled you closer. “Relax we’re okay.” “Alright I’ll try.” You said and he looked at your friends all alive and well.
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Erwin Smith
💬 Erwin had to put you out of his mind most of the time, so that he could lead properly and most of the time he couldn’t come and find you straight away because he had to talk to all of the squad leaders and other officials. 💬 Most of the time you would be waiting for him in his office but this time when he got back you were there. He hadn’t heard that anything had happened the the team and everyone knew who you were, if you were hurt someone would have told me right? 💬 He waited until there was no work left ot occupy his mind, which only ended up being a couple of hours, he walked out of his office and found Levi on the way to your room, he informed him that he had seen you headed up to the roof. 💬 Erwin found you up there and approached you carefully.
“What are you doing up here love?” He asked as he came to stand next to you. “I was just watching.” You answered, he glanced over at you and saw that you were infact looking over everyone as they milled about. “There’s something else on your mind.” He said as you looked at him finally and nodded. “How are we supposed to save anyone when we can’t even save ourselves?” You asked and he looked down at the scouts, his eyes (much like he assumed yours had) found the youngest of the recruits. “I had to tell someone elses family that they wouldn’t be coming back today, you know what they asked me?” “What?” He asked. “They asked if I still knewwhat I was fighting for? If I thought that it was still worth it. For some reason this time I didn’t know how to answer them.” You explained and he looked at you. “Do your legs still work?” He asked and you frowned and you looked at him and nodded all the same. “Then you keep walking forward, you hate this feeling of helpless or unknowing then you keep moving forward until you find a place where that doesn’t exist, where you have everything that you wanted and everyone that you need.” “And where is that?” You asked. “I don’t know but I promise that I’ll get there with you.” He said softly as he presses a kiss to your forehead.
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Levi Ackerman
☕ The first thing that Levi does is look for you and usually, he can pick you out from the crowd in seconds but panic starts to build as he can’t seem to see you anywhere. ☕ It he manages to see your team before he sees you, that makes him even more worried he’s not going to ask them where you are though, instead, he’s going to panic internally as his eyes become more frantic (about the only person who would notice would be Hange or yourself) ☕ He'll stop listening to the people around him as he tries to hear you in the celebration but it won’t take long for him to think the worst. ☕ You on the other hand had spotted him on his horse but it was really hard to get to him through everyone celebrating, you pushed your way through and put your hand on your shin. ☕ You gently uncurled his clenched fist from his trousers and that was when he finally looked down eyes widening, he quickly climbed down to look at you.
“Are you okay?” He asked quickly taking your face in his hands. “I’m fine, are you okay?” You asked. “I’m fine, where were you?” His hands moved to your shoulders as he turned your body slightly to look you over. “I’ve been here the whole time.” You smiled as you took his hand holding them in front of you. “I couldn’t see you.” He explained, “I was worried.” “I’m okay, I was here the whole time, I promise.” You said softly “what about you, I know you love to lie about these things.” “You already asked me if I’m okay.” He rolled his eyes as he pressed his forehead to yours. “Oh so your allowed to ask as many times as you want but I’m only allowed to ask once?” You asked. “I’m fine I promise.” He answered “I have to go report to Erwin.” “You haven’t spoken to him yet?” You asked a frown on your face as you looked around for the leader. “I couldn’t find you.” He repeated the sentence as if that was a valid reason and to him that was the only reason that he would be late for a debrief. “Well you need to go.” You smiled as you stepped away from him but he caught your wrist before you were to far out of reach, he was about to say something but then the familiar voice of Hange filled the air as she teased Levi for his frantic search for you, you smiled as you watch his face swap back to the neutral and slightly bored expression everyone was used to before he was pulledo ff by the scientist so that they could both make their report.
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The Horse and The Ocean
Armin Arlert x Fem!reader
You and Armin are good friends but don't spend a lot of time with him. During dinner you find yourself staring at him but Jean seems to want you to focus on him. Over the three years you've known Armin, you've began to fall in love with him. But due to how inferior you felt to his intellect you felt too afraid to tell him.
CW: Unrequited Love, Lots of pining, oblivious reader, mild mentions of inferiority complex. Tags: Fluff, Unrequited Love. Word Count: 2.7k
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You watched as the boy with the ocean blue eyes walked to his table with his friends. A smile plastered across his pale face. His skin was beautiful and well kept - It looked soft to the touch. He had always been someone you admired and not just because of his wonderful complexion, but also because of his intellect. He was smart. Too smart for you anyways. Even if you read all the books in the world you would never be as smart as he was. It was difficult to believe that he would even bother to look your way. You were a mere speck of dust in comparison to him. But, just as your thoughts took over, you noticed his eyes wander off to your direction. A foolish smile on your face, head leaning on your hand and a dazed looked in your eyes - he waved at you. You blinked a few times before your face flushed. A smile appeared on his face as his eyes smiled at you as well, a small chuckle escaping him.
It wasn’t like the two of you had never talked, in fact, you were really good friends. You spent a lot of your time with the blonde, mostly while you were on expeditions. You were often put in the same group as him for the formation and would end up chatting to him during it. You shared a lot of similar interests and opinions. Your desire to go outside the walls to see the world that may be out there was a shared interest between the two of you. You’d often listen to his rambles about the ocean, while he’d listen to you talk about your interest in the cold tundra. At first, you simply thought you saw him as a close friend - but as time went on. You found yourself staring at him when he wasn’t looking, he was never not on your mind. You’d try to sleep but your mind would only wander back to him.
So when he looked at you that way, with the innocent smile of an angel, you couldn’t imagine not loving him. Your face flushed and your heart raced. Hands jittery and mind fogged. He wasn’t perfect by any means at all, but he was all you could ever want. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder. It was Jean. Another one of your closer friends. Unlike Armin, who during the evening spent more time with his other friends - Which of course you didn’t mind. Jean spent a lot of his time around you, even opting to switch groups in the formation to be with you. Sitting next to you during all meals. He could be a bit clingy, but you understood why. Though he got along with everyone else, you were willing to tolerate his shit talk about Eren. You didn’t like the brunette much yourself. You also shared a few common interests with Jean too. Originally, you had both wanted to join the military police and bonded over that same want. However, you didn’t make the top ten and he ended up changing his mind. Plus, ever since Mikasa properly rejected him - He’s been unable to talk to her properly and has made an effort to try and get over her. You were truly proud of him.
You turned to look at the boy, he had a look on his face that showed slight frustration - but when you tilted your head at him the expression dropped into a neutral one. “Are you okay?” He asked, looking over to where your eyes had wandered. His grip on your shoulder intensifies. “Yes, I’m fine Jean. Could you let go of me please?” You asked nicely, your voice sickly sweet. His eyes widened before letting go of you. Averting his eyes to look somewhere other than your face, you gave him a gentle smile before picking up your bowl. “I’m done eating, I’m gonna go for a walk. You’re free to join me..” Your voice trailed off. Recently, Jeans' clingy behaviour got worse when others were around you. It began to get frustrating but you couldn’t deny it was a little sweet. He nodded as you left, joining you not so long after finishing his own food. As you walked together, you noticed his slow approach to getting closer to you.
“May I ask you a question? It may be a bit personal.” He asked. Looking up at him, a little confused. Usually you just listened to him rant about his day and gave him some advice or words of comfort. It was odd for him to ask about you without you initiating it. “Yeah, of course. Go ahead!” You were happy he was taking notice of you, a warm smile on your face. You looked him in the eyes. “Alright then. Uhm…It’s a little hard to say but do you have anyone you’re interested in? Romantically.” The question shocked you, you were not expecting him to ask about your love life so soon after being rejected himself. It stopped you in your tracks. You looked at him before your face turned a vibrant shade of red, your hands jittery and your heart fluttering. “I do yes…” You replied, your eyes sparkling. His face turned solemn and his eyes seemed to lose a certain spark they usually had when looking at you. “Is it Armin?” He asked you, were you that obvious? Or was it just that he noticed it? Your mind raced. If he noticed, Armin had obviously caught on. Was he laughing at you earlier mockingly? You had begun to spiral. “Is it that obvious?” You asked, your face a little panicked. His expressions softened when he noticed your nervous disposition. “I don’t think he’s noticed if that’s what you’re thinking!” He chuckled himself, rubbing the back of his neck. “You two would look nice together!” He continued. You couldn’t help but smile as you began to walk onwards. “Really? You really think so?” You beamed at Jean, taking his hand and jumping a little on your toes before rocking onto the balls of your heels. Letting go and doing a half spin.
You may have looked a little childish, but honestly, you didn’t care. Knowing someone thought you and Armin were right for each other set your heart a flame and your body into an energy spike you hadn’t known before. Jean seemed delighted by your reaction, a large smile on his face. He was clutching the hand you had held to his chest. Looking down at it for a moment. “You should ask him out.” Jean spoke. You stopped once more. “Oh no no no, I couldn’t. You know what I’m like when suggesting things to Hange or Levi, nevermind if I were talking to someone I like. I’d fumble so hard…” You creased, folding your arms over your stomach and bending forward. Jean chuckled at you. “You’ll be fine, you talk fine with him normally. I’m sure it’ll come naturally.” You couldn’t help but chuckle along with him. The cool night breeze brushing over both of you before you had both settled down enough to continue the conversation. “I’ll tell him how I feel later, sound good?” You asked, though not really asking for his approval more so his opinion. He nodded at you, his expression looked tense but happy. You wondered if he was being honest, though he wasn’t usually a selfless man. Brushing off the feeling as you continued to walk.
The rest of the walk was met with a comfortable silence. Your eyes closed as you approached the door once more. You looked behind you to tell Jean you’d reached the front door again and tell him the walk was over but he was gone. When did he leave? You thought but didn’t have an answer. You must’ve been lost in thought and perhaps went around the castle twice and missed him leaving to go inside. Once you entered, you noticed Armin sat at a table with a book. He wasn’t facing the door and you didn’t want to disturb his reading with a loud noise so you gently closed it behind you. A mischievous thought entered your mind as you silently approached him from behind, taking your hands and placing them over his eyes. You looked around before speaking, making sure nobody was around as you planned to tell him now.
“Guess who?” You asked, giggling a little at yourself. Immediately he replied, joy laced his toned as he gently grabbed your hands to remove them from his face as he spoke. “Is it ___?” He asked, but before you could reply he already had his head tilted upwards to look you in the eyes. “You weren’t supposed to look yet…” You sighed playfully, acting a little disappointed. He chuckled. “Sorry, I couldn’t wait to see you. I haven’t seen you most of today aside from dinner and Jean had started talking to you just as I'd noticed you looking.” Your eyes widened, he’d seen that. Though when the blonde mentioned Jean, his face creased as if he was upset. He was now squeezing your hands a little in his. Though he noticed quickly and simply held them.
You and Armin had always been close enough to have more intimate physical contact, more so than he would with Eren or Mikasa. You’d learned Armin loved hugs and being held, he was prone to sickness and liked to be kept warm. You didn’t mind as long as it wasn’t in public and he felt the same about public displays of affection. Though right now the two of you were alone. He’d began leaning back into you, holding your hands nicely in his. “What’s wrong?” He asked, you’d been lost in your thoughts a lot today. You guessed he’d taken notice of it. He rubbed the back of your hands lightly with his thumbs. “Hm? Oh sorry, I’m just a bit in my head today. I actually wanted to talk to you about something. Mind if I sit with you?” You noticed his face filled with worry, perhaps you had something bad to say is what he is more than likely thinking. Though he was completely incorrect, at least in your opinion, what you had to say should be good news. “Of course, I don’t mind!” He replied cheerily. Letting go of your hands so you could sit down, but reaching out to take your right one again once you’d settled. “I hope you don’t mind me holding your hand.” You shook your head at him, telling him he was alright to do so without words. You took a moment before making your speech.
“Armin. For the past three years we’ve grown really close. I think you’re incredible. You’re smart and have always been a quick thinker. You’re determined to keep trying even if you fail and are compassionate. You care deeply for other people…and what I’m trying to say here is I care deeply about you. Not in a platonic way either, I like you romantically. If you don’t feel the same, that's fine, but I’d still like to be friends and be able to spend time with you like this.” His eyes widened and his face flushed deeply. His grip on your hand tightened. Eyes sparkling as he made direct eye contact. A wash of relief as his body relaxed. “I’m not sure what to say…I-I do like you back. I think that’s the right place to start.” You nodded. Holding his hand even tighter than before. You both sat in a comfortable silence for a moment just staring at each other lovingly.
“Does that mean we’re…y’know…dating?” He questioned, nervousness laced his tone and his body shook a little in anticipation for your next words. “Yeah, if that’s what you’d want. I really want to.” You replied, he nodded frantically. “Yes, Yes I would love that too!! I mean..Yes please.. I mean..” His head fell a little and you couldn’t help but giggle at how nervous he was. It was adorable and endearing to know he was the same as you in that sense. But even though this moment was exactly what you had envisioned, something felt off. You couldn’t place your finger on it but it was an uncomfortable feeling that you’d forgotten something or someone. No. That wasn’t the feeling at all. It was the feeling you were being watched. Your eyes scanned the room, searching for any indication or signs that something was or is in here with you. But you couldn’t find anything. Maybe it was all in your head? You thought.
Days passed. You and Armin began to spend a little bit more time together, though still making time for your other friends and any other duties you had to attend to. You’d both let your friends know of the new relationship that had formed and they all were extremely happy for you. Sasha and Connie had begun to ask if you two had kissed yet, it embarrassed you but made you really happy how supportive and even encouraging people were of your relationship. However, there was one person who had begun to distance himself. Jean. He barely spent any time with you anymore, his clinginess had faded and he seemed to tense up whenever you approached him. You’d ask to hang out but he’d ignore you or tell you he was busy, even if he obviously wasn’t. You asked Connie about it but he seemed completely unaware as to why. Heck, it even got to the point you asked Eren what was going on.
While sitting with Armin reading, he picked up on your solemn mood. Pulling you into a warm embrace. Holding you tightly. He’d set down his book and moved all of his attention towards you. Rubbing your back gently, he spoke. “Has something been bothering you? You’ve seemed down after we started dating. What’s going on?” Concern laced his tone, you could tell he seemed to think it was something about him that was causing the frustration you felt. But it was far from him. “Yeah. You know how me and Jean used to spend a lot of time together. After I told him we were dating. He now refuses to talk to me. It’s almost like what he did with Mikasa…” Armin's embrace tightened a little, he was glad it wasn’t actually anything he could control but he also felt sympathetic towards you. “I’m sorry that's happening ____. Do you want advice or just for me to listen? I can do either.” You held onto him tightly, burying your face into his shoulder. “Can you just listen?” He nodded, pulling the blankets over you both.
You had been really close with Jean. Even though sometimes he annoyed you and the way he clung to you frustrated you. You really appreciated him. Now he wasn’t talking to you, you realised that more than ever. You expressed this to Armin. How close the two of you were. You thought of him like an older brother sometimes. When you’d finished talking, you were exhausted. Feeling a gentle peck onto your head.
“Feel better?” He asked, you nodded. “Now can I have advice? Or any input would do...I just wanted to get it off my chest first.” He smiled down at you. “Of course.” He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts and words so he could word them perfectly. Though from the look on his face, it’s like he already knew what he wanted to say. He was just struggling to word it correctly. “Honestly, I think Jean can be a little possessive over his friends. Kind of like Mikasa is with Eren and vice versa. Perhaps he just hasn’t come to terms with the idea of you having someone to spend time with aside from him?” You looked up at him now, straight into your boyfriend's eyes. Even if he only knew your side of the story. He gave an explanation without making Jean sound awful. His tone was kind and genuine.
“Yeah. I think that might be the case.”
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trost has a blizzard
pairing: jean kirstein x f!reader
word count: 1.3k
cw: fluff :)
summary: today’s shitty but luckily for you, trost university decided to cut its’ students some slack by giving them the day off. you had the blizzard to thank for spending an entire snow day with jean.
sasha, connie and you had decided to spend the previous night at jean’s house. his parents weren’t home, not that they’d care anyway, and it was a perfect opportunity for the four of you to spend some time goofing off. sasha lived right next door but you, however, did not. you lived about a fifteen-minute drive away- not too far but impossible to drive in this sort of condition. they had the luxury of walking next door to their home, given connie is mr. and mrs. braus’s honorary child, and escaping jean’s moodiness.
sasha and connie were gone before you’d even woken up. all that remains of them was a mess of bundled up blankets on the kirstein’s living room floor. the sun was beating down hard through the windows, reflecting off the white snow. it was blinding, considering you’d just woken up. jean lays on the couch, an arm thrown above his head in a deep sleep.
quietly, you untangled yourself from the old quilt blankets. jean’s grandmom had made them a while ago. they were itchy but they kept you warm. you head over to the window on your tiptoes. outside, it’s a white wonderland. you groan under your breath as you see it had snowed enough to cover up more than half of your tires.
you didn’t mind jean. truthfully, he was a pain in the ass. he annoyed the hell out of you but sometimes, he was nice to be around. truthfully, you found his grumpiness cute. other times, you wanted to punch him in that thick skull of his.
as you curse sasha for leaving you here with him, you turn around to head back to your spot on the floor. jean’s awake, his hair pulled every which direction, and watching you. a black tshirt adorns his torso with a matching pair of plaid pajama pants. there’re bags under his eyes with a confused expression.
“where’d they go this early?” jean yawns and pulls himself up into a sitting position.
“home, jean. it’s almost 11:30.” you point to the clock hanging above the flatscreen.
“and you’re still here?” he asks, tilting his head. he’s confused but more importantly, he’s surprised that you’d want to spend time with him without the company of your best friend.
“don’t get too excited. my car’s not going anywhere like that.” you sigh and jerk your head towards the window.
jean uses two hands to push himself up off the couch. his absence leaves a perfect indent of his body. he chuckles as he looks out the window, “you better get to shoveling cause i’m not helping you with that shit.” with that, he turns around and heads into the other room.
deciding that maybe you should get to work, you hesitantly oblige jean’s orders. not because you can’t handle some snow shoveling, no, because you hate listening to jean. it makes you feel like you lost.
you bundle up as best as you can with the clothes you brought. not blizzard appropriate, but hopefully enough to keep you somewhat warm as you dig out your car.
the wind meets you with a slap in the face. it whistles loudly in your ears as you tuck your chin into your neck for a bit of extra warmth as you head over to your car, but not before grabbing a shovel leaning against the garage door.
a few minutes into your labor, you hear the front door close. out comes jean, wearing the correct attire. a thick black winter jacket with the hood pulled up. it’s fur lined, bits of it poking out around his face. his hands are shoved into the pockets as he heads over to you with his snow boots leaving size 10 shoe prints along the way.
it’s cold but the adorable sight of jean makes an unfathomable heat rush to your face. he looked adorable and you couldn’t deny it. it was pissing you off.
“i can do it, jean. go back in.” you raise your voice a bit as he just smiles at you.
“i’m not that much of a dick.” he grabs the spare shovel and heads over to you. reluctantly, you accept his help even though you really don’t want to. but for the sight of his cheeks and nose turning red with windburn, you’ll tolerate it.
after spending fifteen minutes or so digging out your tires and the driveway, jean pauses and says he’s going to get you some warmer clothes. you don’t object to this, the snow was starting to seep into your shoes. he’s gone for about thirty seconds before your head jolts forward as something smacks the back of it.
“jean.” you growl without turning around. he doesn’t answer you. “i swear to god, if you-“ you threaten as you spin yourself to face him.
smack.
a cold, hard white ball of snow strikes you in the center of your face. you gasp at the iciness feeling left on your face being amplified by the wind.
jean stands a few feet away from you, grinning from ear to ear. “what are you gonna do?” he taunts as he bends down to scoop up some more.
“i’m not playing this game. help me dig, please.” you say annoyedly. he tosses another at you, hitting you just above your belly button. “jean. you are so fucking childish.” you groan but take a quick second to grab your own supply of snow.
you’re faster than he is. your throw lands right against his left cheek and he looks flabbergasted. bewildered by your accuracy, you get a chance to land another one on the opposite cheek. now, he just looks grumpy. he looks entirely grumpy with rosy cheeks and a fur lined hood.
“you’re in for it, (y/n.)” he threatens, pointing a finger at you. he starts trudging towards you, prompting you to run in hopes he doesn’t catch you. you think heading for the door is a good option; there’s no snow to throw in there.
with frozen fingers, you grab onto the doorknob but before you can push it open, two strong arms wrap around you. they lift you off the ground and away from the safety of the indoors. “you asked for this.” he struggles to get his words out as he carries you back towards the yard, you kicking and flailing the entire time, demanding he put you down. “fine, i’ll put you down.” jean drops you face first in the snow.
you shriek as jean does as he said. landing belly-down, you push yourself as hard as you can up away from the cold earth. jean stands above you, looking all too smug. you were going to get him for this. you shoot your hands out and grab his pants, just above the knees, and yank him downwards to the snow. you calculated a bit too wrong- jean leans directly on top of you, knocking your back right back down into the snow. he barely catches himself with his two gloved hands.
“oh…uh…” jean stammers as he hovers over you. your heart is beating too fast for your own liking. why were you looking at him like this? and why was he looking at you like that? you can't say anything, you just swallow your own spit. peering up at him through snow-riddled eyelashes, he gives speaking another attempt. “sorry…” his voice is slow and confused. a direct contradiction, he leans down and presses his lips to yours. surprisingly, they’re warm. you’ve forgotten all about your wet clothes as you feel his heat.
“that’s okay.” you whisper, your lips grazing against his.
“yo, what the fuck?” you look to your right and see a traumatized looking connie springer.
click here to read my jean fic !!
inspired by @brave-and-gentle’s fic 🤍
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lillikasa · 2 years
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ROMANTIC - Jean Kirschtein x Reader
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! MINORS DNI !
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word count: 1.5k
genre: oneshot, comfort, fluff
warnings: nudity (not sexual, just incredibly romantic and fluffy)
summary: after a long day of training with the scouts, jean is waiting in your room to take care of you.
also for this, i listened to a playlist while writing to get the vibes IMMACULATE - so heres the playlist!
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the only sound that could be heard around you was the echoing of you dragging your feet down the empty corridor. all the other scouts had gone to bed for the night, and you were out at god knows what hour. the sun had set long ago, and you were surrounded by a blanket of darkness dotted with stars. in your tired state, all you could think of was the warm comfort of your bed waiting for you at the end of this winding hallway.
suddenly, you heard soft music playing from the door beside the window at the end of the corridor - your room. curious, you quickened your sluggish pace to investigate. opening your door with a satisfying creak, the music enveloped you instantly. you saw your record player spinning with your favourite slow dance record, accompanied by a bouquet of roses neatly placed in a vase by your window, freshly picked. candles flickered and danced to the melody around your room, bringing a warm smile to your face.
for this could only be done by one person.
as if by magic, your boyfriend of 3 years peered his head around from around your bathroom door, a look of relief over his face to see you. you could hear the sound of running water seeping through the doorway.
"hi love," he whispered, holding his arms out, "i missed you."
you ran straight into his arms with a wide grin, causing him to laugh as he lifted you up and spun you around in time to the music. you giggled as he spun you as fast as he could, your hair blowing in the breeze. he gently set you down, keeping his hands firmly placed on your waist as he leaned down to kiss your forehead.
"i knew you'd had a long day, so i thought i'd surprise you," he spoke softly. you looked deep into his hazel eyes, as if searching for a reason for how lucky you were. he was truly a gentleman.
"you're so romantic jean," you said with a giggle as you cupped his cheek, "and that's why i love you so much."
you leaned up to kiss him, and he bent down to your level to meet you. it was soft and slow, full of care, passion and love. your arms snaked around his neck as his found your waist, both of you finding each other as you had all those years ago. he held you as if your skin was porcelain, and your heart was glass - the most delicate and precious thing he'd ever seen. even the simple act of a kiss was made intimate and special with him.
"and i love you too sweetheart," he whispered, and his arms slid themselves from around your waist and found your hands, tugging at them as if to lead you, "i ran you a bath, you should get in. it'll help your aches from all that training."
you softened at his kindness, he went above and beyond every day and that's why you loved him so much.
"alright darling, lead the way," you said with a wide smile, "you're coming with me!"
he chuckled and lead you into the bathroom, shutting the door with a satisfying click. he'd lit candles in here too, the room glowing in the warm candlelight and cool moonlight. rose petals and bubbles glided across the water's surface, the steam from the water carrying their flowery rose scent. you let out a deep sigh you didn't know you were holding, this was exactly what you needed.
you looked to him, as if for permission to undress and he spun around. it was nothing he hadn't seen before, but the way he respected you made your heart melt. your layers dropped to the floor one by one, and your hair tie found its way out of your hair. once you were fully undressed, you got in the warm water, covering yourself with the bubbles.
"you can turn around now, darling."
you spoke, your voice echoing around the small tiled room. he turned, a soft blush spreading across his face."
"you look so beautiful, Y/N."
"even when i've done training all day?"
"yeah, even when you've done training all day."
he looked absolutely lovestruck - nothing was running through his mind other than you. he knew he needed to take care of you after today. he was so proud of you, and he wanted to show it. so as you moved your hands up to scrub your hair, he immediately knew what he had to do. instantly, he moved his arms to guide yours gently back under the water.
"relax love, i've got this. let me was your hair for you," he cooed, stroking your hair softly before reaching for the shampoo, "you deserve it."
your smile somehow grew wider, turning to look deep into his eyes.
"you're the best jean, you know that right?"
leaning your forehead against his, you looked deeply into his eyes. they reflected yours, swimming pools of joy and contentment.
"tonight's not about me, it's about you," he sat up, taking your hand and kissing it, "alright pretty girl?"
"alright, but don't think i'll forget to spoil you too!"
he splashed you with the water, causing you to gasp, sending the both of you into a fit of laughter
"okay let's get you all cleaned up," he began, lathering shampoo in your hair and massaging your scalp, "how was training today?"
you let out a troubled sigh, reflecting on the tiring and gruelling events of the day, "it was tough, i won't lie, but i needed it so i won't complain."
he glided a bowl through the water and poured it carefully onto your head, washing off the suds. he poured the conditioner into his hands and ran it through your locks.
"i'm so proud of you love, you're so strong, for working so hard" he praised, "and now you can rest."
you closed your eyes in contentment as he rinsed off the last of the conditioner, basking in the serenity of jean's presence. now that your hair was washed, you were just preparing to stand up before you were interrupted.
"grab my hand love, i'll pull you out," he said calmly, "then we can get you changed and into bed."
"alright dear."
as you stood up, he stared at you lovingly, his gaze hugging every curve of your body. you looked ethereal - your body glowing in the gentle flickering candlelight, glistening from the warm water while the crackles and hums of the record player wrapped around you.
"god, you're so gorgeous."
the air felt like it had been knocked out of his lungs, he couldn't hold in how he felt.
"so are you, pretty boy," you smiled.
he wrapped you up in a warm, fluffy towel as he wiped your face clean. you felt so loved and happy, only he could bring you this feeling of complete relaxation. he had already neatly folded one of his sweaters along with your shorts on the floor, so he picked it up ready to dress you.
"lift your arms up," he said and you complied. he slid the sweater over your head and you were instantly cocooned in his scent. there was no way to describe the smell, it was just him. like getting a hot chocolate on a cold winters day, or having a crisp ice cold glass of water in the summer. it made you feel complete. you then put on your shorts and you were ready for bed.
"lets get you laid down then shall we?"
he blew out all the candles in the bathroom, and he guided you over to your bed, never letting go of your hand. he reached his slender arm over to the record player to turn the volume of the music down, just enough so it was peaceful and you could sleep. he peeled back the covers and allowed you to collapse onto them, letting out a hearty laugh as you rolled into the bed. he was quick to follow, laying against your back and wrapping his arms around you. he rested his head ontop of yours, fitting there perfectly like jigsaw pieces. the more you laid there in a comfortable silence, the more space you got to think. you were so lucky. he did all of this tonight for you and you alone. he gave you his heart as fully as you gave yours to him. this is what true love was.
"jean, thank you so much for everything. i love you," you whispered lazily, nuzzling closer to him.
"don't thank me sweetheart, you deserve it. you would've done the same for me, i know it," he replied, placing a tender kiss on the top of your head.
"just accept the thanks will you?" you laughed tiredly.
"alright, it's time for you to get some rest, you're tired."
"g'night jean," you yawned, even tired, your voice still coated with love and sweetness.
"night pretty girl, sweet dreams."
minutes later you lost yourself to sleep and he shortly followed, but not before thinking how divine you looked sleeping in the moonlight.
how romantic.
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here's a link to my masterlist :)
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anlian-aishang · 2 years
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Hi I have never made any requests for fanfics anywhere ever. This is my first time. Can you please do a Jean x female reader (older than him 3/4 years)? [Both are in survey corps]. Anything is fine fluff, smut, angst!! I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF THIS IS THE RIGHT PLACE TO ASK FOR REQUESTS OR NOT. Actually I am new to this. BTW TAKE LOVE AND HAVE A GOOD DAY❤
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Thank you for the request and patience, anon! Jean-boy is such a darling. I hope you enjoy this ~ <3
Word count: 1000 Tags: jean x reader, sfw, angst turned fluff, hurt-comfort, canonverse, gn!reader
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In a Survey Corps darkened by tragedy after tragedy, Jean was the light that shone through it all. The first to console others through their grief. The first to muster a smile after a tough day. The first to turn a mess hall of frowns into an eruption of laughter, even if at his own expense. The giving person he was - so often found himself drained, but if it made even one person happier, it was a trade he would take every time. 
In that way, you were perfect for each other. Finally, you had found someone who not only proclaimed that he would do anything for you, but proved that promise through his actions. Finally, he had found someone who would do the same for him. 
He had his friends, his family, his cadet class, but you were the first to wholly reciprocate the affection he gave. It started with something so seemingly small - grabbing him a soup spoon when you noticed he had forgotten one. But before he knew it, your acts of kindness walked the line of life and death. Trading your sharp blades for a pair of his dull ones. Pulling him onto your horse when his had fled, even if it meant slowing you down in retreat. Hesitant to fall for you, Jean fought himself: maybe your actions weren’t romantic, but just those of a good friend, a sound comrade. But his defenses came down on that one night when you broke his self-told lie. 
The few that had made it back were all burning midnight oil, doing the dreaded clean-up of an expedition gone amess. Hange’s team took tallies of persons and equipment lost. The Levi Squad headed to the homes of loved ones to break the news. All the survivors had all hands on deck in the wake of disaster, but somehow, the mood-lifter and the hardworker - you and Jean - were nowhere to be seen. 
You were walking through the barracks on that particularly empty evening - a means of self-care, if not survival. You knew when you needed to prioritize your well-being, and after all the bloodshed you had seen, you recognized that night as one of those times. 
Jean was boarded up in his bunk, all the rest of the beds neatly made, their inhabitants never to return. In lieu of roommates, quiet his only surrounding now, interrupted occasionally by sobs released under the belief of isolation.
Logistically, your paths shouldn’t have crossed that night, but it was the combination of both of your personalities that broke barriers. Your acute sense of hearing combined with his unthwarted cries. Your undying compassion and concern, his inability to deny your help. They brought your fist to his door and your voice to his heart.
“Jean?” Even though it was just the two of you, you whispered, “Is that you?”
A loud sniffle, an audible crunch of his sheets as he turned, facing from the wall to the door. Instinctively, his lips parted for the courteous response, however, it failed to emerge. Only another pair of shaky inhales and uneven exhales. 
Past that wooden slate and despite his near silence, you were able to see right through him. Too selfless to ask for your help. Too pained not to. You pressed a palm to the pane, one to the handle, “Can I come in?”
What you did not see, though, was him getting up to open the door and let you in himself.
How calculated and cautious you had been, it all disintegrated when you laid eyes on him. Cheeks tear-streaked. Eyes reddened. Lip quivering. “Jean?” You blurted, hand automatically reached to his shoulder, “You okay?”
A weak smile, he avoided your question, “Thanks for stopping by.”
You peaked past his tall figure, sweat on your brow at the scene. A divot in his mattress, as if he had laid there for hours straight. His uniform crumpled on the floor, wrinkled. Wrinkled like his white t-shirt, wet patches suggested it had been raised to his face and used to wipe tears many times. You felt your heart sting, tears of your own brim. This environment was not one where he could recover. 
But thankfully, you knew just the place. 
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Not the top of the wall, but the top of the roof. Looking over the city you knew as home rather than the fields that had stolen so many from you. The moon was shining particularly bright that night, stars reflecting all the same. Moonlight glimmered over the tears in his eyes and highlighted the concern in yours. 
Just the two of you, no crowds to please. It was here, just like you predicted, where he was finally able to be himself. Jean hugged his knees to his chest, threw his hands in his hair and shook his head, “I just... I just... I can’t do it.”
You bit down your lip, staying strong in his moment of weakness rather than sinking into it.
He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, stuttered through his sentiment, “I try so hard - to make people happy, to have everything work out - and every time I think I’ve figured it out, we lose another slew of people.” Jean did not make it through the sentence before he cried again, it was another one of his blanks you filled. 
You did not have all the solutions, and that was what you told him.
You were able to live with yourself by trying your best every day, taking solace in knowing you had, that was what you told him.
The sun would shine tomorrow, you would be there for him when it did, that was what you told him.
Thumbing his tears from the corners of his eyes, kissing his cheek clean, that was when he finally realized: you were the person who loved as he did.
Every breath he took since then was to thank you for that. 
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