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appplepii · 3 years ago

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sakusa thinks you're pregnant, a drabble

synopsis: a series of misunderstandings leads sakusa to believe you to be pregnant. surprise! you're not! angst to fluff. enter: soft!sakusa

stepping through the automatic doors, sakusa is assaulted with a powerful blast of air conditioning. a chill runs down his spine as he walks further into the building, approaching the small woman sitting at the front desk. upon seeing him, her features light up.

"oh my god! sakusa, right? y/n talk about you all the time!" she stands to greet him, a bright smile adorns her features.

"oh, does she? i'm just here to drop off her lunch. she forgot it this morning." kiyoomi mumbles to the woman, a small blush painting his cheeks at the thought of you talking about him. despite the strong air conditioning, he feels warm inside.

"no problem! she's at a meeting right now, but i'll let her know her baby daddy came to pay her a visit." the woman winks, and kiyoomi freezes.

baby daddy? what the hell?

"alright, thank you." he offers her a small smile and a slight bow, finally handing over your forgotten lunch bag, "take care," he waves goodbye at her, turning on his heels to leave your place of work.

he stalks out of the establishment, his head swimming with thoughts of you, him, and this new baby, apparently. he doesn't feel upset or shocked. you guys had been pretty reckless lately, to say the least. wow, he thinks, a whole baby. 50% you and 50% him. the thought makes him giggle. his eyes water, too, but he blames it on the wind. he thinks about his child growing up: their first words, their first day at school, what their hair texture would look like, the shape of their nose, their graduation, teaching them to drive, their wedding- he stops himself. that's a long way from now. his face hurts from smiling.

looking up at the sky, he promises to himself that he would love his child regardless of whoever they are or whatever they become, whenever that time may arise.

but for now, he shifts his focus to taking care of you, his baby mama. he chuckles to himself, the day suddenly feeling much brighter.

the next few days, kiyoomi acts as if you are made of porcelain. tying your shoes, cooking all your meals, carrying every single grocery bag, massaging your feet, even changing the way he speaks to you. it's weird to say the least. it's not that you guys fight all the time, but neither of you usually act so soft.

still in thought, you unlock the front door. you had just gotten home from work, taking off your jacket and removing your shoes. kiyoomi's back is turned towards you as he faces the stove, lost in his cooking. that alone is cause for worry since, well,

sakusa can't fucking cook.

curiously, you approach him. hugging him from behind and digging your cheek into his back. he feels so stiff. you lose your grip when he spins around to face you, a gentle expression paints his features.

"hi, angel. welcome home."

"hi, oomi. what's all this?"

"i just thought i should lean how to prepare more dishes... be more well-rounded."

"i- right."

"actually, come with me. the food will be ready soon."

he takes your hand in his, ushering you to the small dining table he's set up. you hadn't noticed it earlier when you first entered the room, but it seems like sakusa was very busy after his afternoon practice.

he's prepared candlelight dinner for the two of you.

he pulls out your chair, inviting you to sit. when you take your seat, he pushes your chair in, leaning down to plant a kiss on your forehead.

"sit tight. i'll be right back with our food."

some time passes and sakusa returns with two plates of your favorite dish, waiting for you to try the meal before he even touches his fork.

"is it alright?"

you nod furiously, "it's really good. i might have to get seconds."

he smiles at your comment, watching you tear into the food he's prepared for you. lost in his satisfaction, he thinks about a long life with you. coming home to you everyday, holding your child in his arms, cooking dinner for the two of you, even changing diapers seems appealing to him. he hopes he has enough time to do it all. he hopes you'll let him build a life with you. upon noticing his lack of movement, you freeze up yourself. cheeks full, you stare at him in curiosity.

"what?" your words are muffled, slurred by the food in your mouth.

suddenly, he stretches his hands out, his gaze full of love. you meet his hands halfway, holding them tightly in your own.

"you know you can tell me anything right? i promise i won't be going anywhere."

you swallow and pull your eyebrows together.

"oh. well, that came outta nowhere. but, i'm glad you feel that way. you can tell me anything too," you comment, chucking at his strange behavior.

"i'm serious. i love you so much, and i'll try everyday to be a man you can be proud of."

"are you dying or something?" you joke, filled with suspicion, "i feel like there's something you're not telling me."

"no, i just," he pauses, reminding himself to be patient with you, "i'm just feeling a bit sentimental, is all."

the dinner goes smoothy, sakusa changes the topic back to volleyball and his teammates, you matching his energy with tangents regarding your own co-workers.

but he's still got that look in his eye.

after lots of fussing, you convince him to let you wash the dishes since he cooked dinner, and he gives himself the task of finding a movie to watch.

"come sit with me." he calls out to you, flagging you down after noticing you had finished the dishes, now drying your hands.

you nod your head, prancing over and dumping yourself right next to him, curling into his side. sakusa doesn't think he could love you any more than he already does. he takes a deep breath.

"can we talk for a second?" he stares forward, flipping through the movie previews. you raise an eyebrow.

"yeah, something bothering you?" he mutes the television, adjusting himself to meet your gaze directly.

"i'll just be blunt. i know that you're pregnant. i am in agreement with whatever you decide to do. it's your choice, and i'll support whatever option you decide on. i'm willing to make this work, if you are."

"kiyoomi, i don't thin-"

"i-i know we're young, and we kinda did things backwards, but i'll set things straight, i swear. i already bought a ring."

"wait a second-"

"we would probably have to start preparing now. i've actually been looking at some nurseri-"

"sakusa kiyoomi."

his eyes widen, his mouth immediately shutting. anxiety makes his blood run cold, tensing at the thought of you being upset with him.

"uhm, yes?"

"what the fuck are you talking about?"

"i'm talking about the baby."

"what baby?"

"our baby!"

"there is no 'our baby'!"

"what?"

"there is no 'our baby' because i'm not pregnant!"

"you're not?"

"no! where did you get that from?"

"your co-worker." he says, suddenly feeling very small, "the lady at the front desk."

"and what did she say?"

"she called me," he pauses, realizing that he didn't actually have much evidence to support his claim, "she called me your baby daddy. i-i thought she knew something i didn't. i just assumed-" he doesn't finish his sentence, overwhelmed with an emotion he doesn't quite understand. you sigh.

"that's just how we talk, omi," you grasp his hands tightly, your own eyes watering, "i don't know, we just mess around like that. i didn't know she would say... o-or that you would-"

neither of you speak. sakusa moves to embrace you, awkwardly squeezing you from his position on the couch.

"i don't know why this is affecting me so much," he speaks in the smallest voice you've ever heard from, "i don't know why i'm feeling like this." you hear a quiet sniffle, "i don't know why it felt so real to me."

you pat his chest gently, your head resting against his body. from this position, you can feel his erratic heartbeat.

"i mean, we've never talked about this stuff: about getting married and starting a family. is that... something you would want?" his large frame trembles around you. you feel him nodding his head. he squeezes you tighter.

"so badly. it's all i want. it's all i could ever want. i can't imagine my life without you." you lightly push him away from you, moving to hold his face in your hands.

"so what are you waiting for?" you smile, "ask me to marry you."

"h-huh?"

"ask me to marry you. i promise i'll say yes."

"w-will y-"

"not right now!" you laugh, eyes glassy, "ask me when you're ready. don't worry about my answer; i could never say no to you."

he tucks you back into his chest.

"i love you, y/n. so much."

"i love you, too, kiyoomi."

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appplepii · 3 years ago

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wisdom teeth removal, a drabble

synopsis: kiyoomi gets his wisdom teeth removed and wants nothing more than to be with you. sakusa is very whiny and you indulge him in his requests. mild suggestiveness, heavy fluff. beware.

"alright, everything went smoothly. just make sure he doesn't touch his mouth too much and be sure ice his face to lessen the swelling. other than that, you guys are set! you're free to go home whenever." the nurse spoke clearly and professionally, moving to hand you the painkillers kiyoomi would need in a few hours. you reach out your hand and take it.

"thank you so much. i hope he didn't give you too much trouble." both you and the nurse look over kiyoomi's state. he practically unconsious, barely able to life his head and breathing slowly.

"he did just fine. it's funny really; when we had him count down from ten when we administered the anesthetic, he passed before he could even begin counting. most people don't knock out until five or less."

"that sounds like him. absolutely zero tolerance for drugs. not so fun at parties," you joke. putting the medicine into your bag you approach him, speaking gently, "hey big guy, it's time to go home now." he jerks his head up and looks at you wide eyed.

"we can't go yet, i have to have surgery!" he mumbles through the gauze in him mouth, writhing in his chair to showcase his discomfort. dazed and confused, he reaches his hands to dig into his mouth. you reach out and stop him. his eyes get impossible wider, "they took my teeth already?"

"mhm, you're all good to go. now you get to go home."

"with you?"

"yes, baby."

"really?"

"yep, and komori is waiting outside to take us home."

he giggles, his hands grabbing yours to snuggle his face into them, "I get to go home with you, I get to go home with you," you remove his face from your hands and interlock your fingers with his, gently pulling his body so he could stand. he's smiling the whole time, "what do we get to do when we get home?"

you send him a sharp look, finally pulling him to his feet. he puts an arm over your shoulder and puts nearly all his body weight on you, "oomi, don't get any ideas. you need to rest when we get home."

he frowns, "no, i don't have practice for like the next week," he pouts, "rest with me."

"if you don't give me a hard time, we can stay in bed all day, alright baby?" he nods his head

"i won't be difficult, i promise."

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it took all but eight minutes for sakusa to forget his promise. you've managed to sit him inside the passenger seat of the car, but he's throwing a tantrum because he also want to sit with you. the realization that he can't have both brings him to the verge of tears.

"no! the backseat makes me car sick, i wanna stay here!" kiyoomi whines, very distressed. you squat down to his eye level while he sits inside the car. you've been going back and forth for the past five minutes.

"okay, you can stay up here then, but i'll have to sit in the backseat since komori is driving." you hold his hands and slowly rub your thumb over his hand, trying to calm him down.

"no! i want you to sit with me."

"okay baby, if I sit with you, then you'll have to sit in the backseat." he shakes his head so violently, you thought gauze was going to fly out his mouth. his eyes look glassy.

"no, sit in the front with me! please?"

"kiyoomi, baby, that's illegal. if we do that, then komori will get in trouble. you don't want your cousin to get in trouble do you?" he sighs.

"no, i down want that to happen." he mumbles, looking down at his feet.

"alright, then it's your choice: the backseat with me or the passenger seat by yourself."

"i don't want to be by myself. i want to go with you."

"okay then. if you get motion sick, i'll take care of you. alright, baby? don't worry about it."

"yes, that's alright. please take care of me."

"then what are he doing here? c'mon, come with me."

"okay." he smiles softly.

clumsily, you two maneuver to the back seat. komori looks very amused at Sakusa's state. he shoots you a look that says 'damn, you're whipped' and you respond with a 'shut the fuck up' in your glare. both you and kiyoomi manage to get into the backseat after more whining, but luckily he's still feeling fine.

suddenly, he throws an arm over his eyes and groans loudly. you and komori share a look of panic.

"baby, what's wrong? are you feeling alright?"

"no," he doesn't meet your eyes, "i feel carsick." komori struggles to hide his laugh. you decide to entertain kiyoomi.

"already, omi? but the car isn't moving?" you feign shock.

"yes, i'm a very serious case."

"i'm sorry to hear that," you frown, faking pity, "is there something I can do to make it better?" he nods his head.

"you could sit on my lap." kiyoomi suggests. komori fucking loses it in the drivers seat, howling with laughter. you can't help but smile at his antics. who are you to deny him? especially in his state.

"poor baby," you coddle, maneuvering yourself to sit on his lap, legs thrown over his and an arm wrapped around his neck. your head rests on the window. "do you feel better yet, omi?"

he nods and wraps his arms around your torso, closing his eyes, "yes, i feel much better now."

komori meets you eyes in the rear-view, doing a poor job of masking his amusement, "ready to go?"

"yes," you sigh, "ready to go."

he puts the car in reverse, backing out of the parking lot before speeding away. the ride was mostly peaceful, until kiyoomi claims he's carsick again and demands that you kiss him to get rid of his nausea. the conversation you're having with komori gets interrupted nearly every two minutes. sakusa tries to count your eyelashes and pokes your eyebell several times. he pulls at the hair on the nape of your neck. he sticks his fingers in your belly button. he pinches and pokes at your face to get your attention. komori doesn't seem to mind.

upon arriving at your apartment, komori turns on the hazard lights and moves to open the car door for you and sakusa. kiyoomi, for the up tenth time that day, begins to whine very loudly."

"no!" he hugs you tighter, "i don't wanna get out. i wanna stay here."

"why don't you want to go home, my love?" you ask, softly stroking his cheekbone.

"i like when you're on my lap. we can't leave yet."

"i can sit on your lap when we get home," your voice drops an active and you lean to speak directly in his ear, "actually, i can do more than sit on your lap when we get home." komori gags. kiyoomi's eyes widen like he's having a heart attack. he acts like you don't keep him well fed.

"we need to get inside."

"mhm, that's what I thought. c'mon kiyo."

komori graciously helps you out the car, sending you a soft look you can't quite read. you don't focus on it for now, prioritizing the task of getting kiyoomi out of the car. it isn't that hard; he basically jumps out. he doesn't even look for your help anymore, stumbling towards the door to the complex. you move to chase after him, but komori stops you.

"y/n!" you look over your shoulder.

"yeah?"

"thank you," he leans on the car, "thank you for taking care of him. he's the best version of himself when he's with you." you both move to look at sakusa, pulling on a door clearly labeled push, accompanied with even more loud whining. you smile.

"there isn't anything else I'd rather be doing. the pleasure is all mine. drive safe, komori!" you wave him off. he nods and gets back into the driver seat, turning off the hazards and driving away.

"y/n! i think they locked us out!"

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appplepii · 3 years ago

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sakusa x gn!reader

sakusa pouts as you coat your lips with lip balm, running the stick over your top, then your bottom lip, over and over. he watches the stick go from left to right almost resentfully, but still entranced nonetheless. you can sense his stare on you in the back of your mind, but you're too preoccupied, focusing on the task at hand.

he huffs when you still haven't put the lip balm away five seconds later. he's being dramatic, he knows. but it's for good reason.

"don't you think you've put enough?" he practically mumbles out aggressively, "maybe even too much?"

that makes you pause, your hand in the air, lip balm still on your lip. you look over at him questioningly and hesitantly. "...what?" you put the cap on and put it away, slowly rubbing your lips together.

his eyes catch on the movement of your lips and he gets temporarily distracted before he sighs and bites the inside of his cheek almost sheepishly as he looks to the side.

you tilt your head, eyes scanning over him as you try to figure him out. "you don't like when i put on lip balm?"

he shakes his head, like a child and you can't help but find it cute.

"why not?"

he hesitates for a few seconds before speaking up. "cause you don't let me kiss you till it dries off."

when he glances over and notices the smile growing on your lips, he clenches his jaw and crosses his arms, looking even more like a small child that didn't get their way.

you scoot closer to him and coo, "aww omi––" his shoulders sag and you can tell he regrets ever opening his mouth. "tell you what, i'll give you a free pass this time, kay?"

he hates himself for this, but your words make him perk up immediately, he's that whipped for you.

he tries to appear nonchalant as he turns to you, eyes flitting up to yours as he uncrosses his arms at the soft touch of your hand, urging them open.

he may be completely whipped for you, but as you press your lips against his and let out a content sigh, sinking further into him, one hand on his shoulder, the other in his curls, he realizes he doesn't care one bit. he slides an arm around your waist and tugs you closer. if he's only getting one kiss, he's gonna make it count.

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appplepii · 3 years ago

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screaming crying this is so cute

up in the air

summary : the one where you sit next to a very attractive stranger on a very long flight from california to japan.

word count : 2k

pairing : iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader

fic notes : generally fluff, timeskip spoilers (kinda?), there’s some turbulence + panic bec of it, lowercase intended

from elle ! inspired by the time i sat next to a cute boy on a plane ride to japan a couple of years ago lmao, nothing happened from it but i felt like the main character for a few hours hngg ;-;

hour zero :

— there are terrible ways to spend an eleven hour flight, you’ve come to realize early on in your journey. you could’ve been placed in an aisle seat, the drinks cart bumping into your elbow whenever it passed you by. you could’ve been seated next to or in front of some not so nice people — the kind that didn’t have any concept of basic human decency, who kicked the back of your seat or whose elbows continuously poked at your side. but instead, you are given the spot next to the window and possibly the most attractive man you’ve seen in your life. he wore a plain blue shirt, the kind that fit his body perfectly, giving you a kind smile when he offered to help you put your things in the overhead compartments. then and there, you decided this flight wouldn’t be so bad.

— as much as he loved the time he spent in california, iwaizumi had decided that it was time to go back to his home country. part of him definitely didn’t look forward to the long hours ahead, being stuck on a metal tube thousands of feet off the ground is nowhere near his description of a perfect day. a sigh escapes his lips as he walks down the aisle, attempting to find his seat — crossing every finger on his hands that he would have the entire row to himself, but he knew this would be too tall of an ask. he found you though, struggling to put your carry on in the overhead compartment, and who was he to deny the cute stranger he’d be spending the next eleven hours with some help?

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appplepii · 4 years ago

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thinking ab how @icyhawt said bokuto and i are the same bc we quit every job after we realize we actually have to work LMFAO

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appplepii · 4 years ago

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Naruto: Favorite Cover Pages (ch. 201-250)

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appplepii · 4 years ago

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HAPPY 1K WTFFFF TYSM

tears over beers (jean kirschtein x fem!reader)

genre: angst w a happy ending, fluff, modern au

warnings: unprotected sex, mouth spitting, praise kink kinda?? choking, etc VERY NSFW hehe, fuckboy eren (slight eren x reader), mentions of alcohol and drug use

word count: 4.1k

summary:

You don’t know your own worth, and Jean is getting sick of it.

Jean remembers the first time he ever laid eyes on you. He remembers the way his stomach flipped when you sat in the empty seat next to him and introduced yourself, a kind smile on your face. He also remembers the moment Eren walked in and caught your eye, and the dread that laid heavy in his chest when your cheeks grew pink. Despite the fact you had just met, he couldn’t help but have distain for the boy the moment he smiled back at you, causing you to become shy and flustered. Why weren’t you nervous to talk to him?

That’s a question the boy came to ask himself more times than he would ever admit, despite the fact that it’s been years. You and Jean had become a constant for each other, someone that was always there no matter what happened, or how much time passed. It was no question that you had become his best friend (except Marco, of course). There were certain things keeping you together that had Jean convinced it was fate keeping you in his life, from the moment you had graduated high school and decided to go to the same college that was hours away, to you working at his favorite coffee shop near the campus. That philosophy was not a strong willed one, being shot down every time you would tell him about a certain boy you were still hung up on. It was times like that that Jean thought maybe you in his life was a sort of punishment. What did he do to deserve the feeling of having what you want most in life in arms reach and never getting it?

Years had passed at this point though, and Jean got used to the feeling of pretending he didn’t care. It got easier over time, the boy had become accepting of his fate. He was, and always will be the best friend. It was a little hard on his pride, but it definitely beats not having you in his life at all. That’s why Jean thought he would be fine when he accepted the invite to Marco’s party in which the entire friend group had been invited. A part of him was excited, knowing it had been awhile since the last reunion. Another part of him thought about the fact that he would be there, and he felt frustration slowly build inside him.

“Ah, I’m so excited! It’s been a minute since we’ve seen everyone, huh?” The smile on your face made up his mind, knowing he could never say no to you. Jean chuckled and shook his head “Yeah yeah, it should be better than staying in that cramped dorm room doing homework” You furrowed your eyebrows, halfheartedly pushing his arm. “Oh shut up, not everyone has a mommy who can pay for a nice big apartment on this side of town.” You snickered, and Jean froze up, redness rising to his cheeks. “S-shut up! She has nothing to do with this, plus you know I’ve invited you to move in how many times now? I have an extra room that just sits empty, you know.” You shook your head and smiled “You know that my part-time job is not enough to cover rent and bills, Jean”. It was at this point Jean dropped the conversation, knowing he was fighting a lost cause. He tried explaining to you many times before he would let you stay for free, and Jean realized just how much you dislike charity work, even if it was never that to him.

“Anyway, are you ready yet? We’re gonna be late now.” Jean ranted, looking up at the ceiling and scratching the back of his head. “Yes, you can stop complaining you loudmouth.” You bent over and put on your heel, standing back up and flattening out the wrinkles in your clothes. It was then Jean had taken a proper look at you, taking in the nicest outfit he had seen you wear in a long time, albeit quite revealing. His eyes trailed up your bare legs, and he could feel himself go slightly weak in the knees. You really were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He cleared his throat, bringing his gaze back up to your face (though unable to look you in the eyes). “Okay, we can take my car.” He grabbed his keys from the kitchen counter, opening the front door and waiting for you to walk out first. Jean’s attention was brought back to you when he noticed your hesitation. His face grew a curious expression as he looked at you expectedly. “y/n? Are you-” “Are you sure I look okay? I mean.. Eren is gonna be there, do you think he’ll like my outfit?” Your eyes were glued to the ground, and your blush had become apparent as you played with your fingers.

Jean swallowed, pushing the dreadful and nauseous feeling from the fact you had been thinking about him down. He knew you had kept Eren in mind, but he wished he could ignore it just a little longer. “You look amazing, anyone who would pass up the chance to have you is a fucking idiot, y/n.” It was at this moment you made eye contact with the boy, the gentle smile he saw when he first met you making itself visible. “Thank you, Jean. I really couldn’t ask for a better friend.” Although you had meant it as a compliment to him, all it seemed to do was twist the knife he had in his stomach for so many years that much deeper. All he could bring himself to do was smile and nod, gesturing for you to go out the door to the car.

He unlocked the doors to his blacked out Camaro, the top coming down to reveal black leather seats (his favorite birthday present, that car was his baby.). After opening the door for you, something he had made a habit of these past years, he got into the drivers seat. Putting the car in drive, you connected your phone to Bluetooth. He always let you play the music whenever you drove together. “Ooo, I have to turn this up!” You said enthusiastically, pushing the system in his car to its limit as you screamed the lyrics and danced. Jean let his eyes leave the road for a moment to glance at you, his heart swelling at the way your hair flew around you face from the wind. He really did have it bad when it came to you.

“Okay, I’m pretty sure this is Marco’s new place. Should we head in now?” He asked, taking the keys out of the ignition and turning to stare at you. You heaved in a deep breath before fixing your hair in the mirror, and nodding to the boy. “Yeah, let’s go.” He said nothing as he got out of the car, immediately going to your door and opening it. That was something you had to get used to, you didn’t like to feel like you were of some importance. You let it go though, once you saw how insistent he was on doing it, ranting about how he had to be a gentleman or something like that. You grabbed the hand he offered out to you, standing up and walking to the front door of the home.

Jean didn’t bother knocking, instead opening up the front door and walking in like he owned the place. This didn’t surprise you though, besides yourself Marco was Jean’s closest friend. The two were like brothers and you knew Jean was excited to see him after so long. “Jean! I missed that stupid face, how are you, loser?” Ymir hooked an arm around the boy’s neck, clearly already slightly intoxicated. Jean let out a string of cuss words, wrestling out of the tall girl’s strong grip as you turned your attention to her much smaller girlfriend, Historia. “Hey Historia! It’s been awhile, huh?” You smiled at the girl. She had always been so sweet, and you thought her and Ymir balanced each other out perfectly. “It has! Although it doesn’t look like those two have changed much.” You laughed at the pair and how ridiculous they looked before turning your attention to the kitchen.

“Jean,” you tugged on this sleeve “will you come with me to get some drinks?” You didn’t let him answer, knowing it would be a yes. He silently followed you to the kitchen, smirking at himself when he realized how assertive you had become, especially when you used to be so shy. You began pouring yourself a shot of vodka, “Damn, this early?” Jean laughed as you shrugged your shoulders before downing the drink, wiping your lips on the back of your hand. “Look, we gotta get the night started somehow, right?” You raised your eyebrow as you held out the next shot you poured to his face. He gave you a smug expression, knowing you were challenging him although he has proven on more than once occasion that he can out-drink you. He kept quiet though, and threw the shot back with ease. You smiled at him, each of you taking one more just to get started.

“Oh shit, when did you get here dude?” Marco stepped into his kitchen, going straight to Jean and did a simple handshake. “Not too long ago. Anyway, look at you! Got this big ass place all to yourself, huh?” Marco shook his head and laughed, not good at taking praise. The two friends talked for awhile, Jean feeling himself relax with the slight buzz from the alcohol. It had been only a couple minutes the conversation lasted, you talking a little when you had been mentioned. Jean’s attention was pulled from Marco when he saw you tense up from the corner of your eye, noticeably becoming more shy than you previously were. His gaze followed yours, when he was met with the one thing he really hoped not to see.

Eren sat on the couch, leaning back into with his arms spread out against the back of it, a beer in his hand as he occasionally took drinks from it. Your stomach turned when you saw him because fuck, he looked really good. His black long-sleeve and jeans were simple, but maybe it was the bun he had in his hair that made you almost start drooling. It took everything in Jean’s power not to let out a scoff at how obvious you were being, and how stupid the entire situation was. “Just stop, Jean. It’s not worth it. She doesn’t want you.” His own thoughts definitely brought down his happy mindset, trying his best to ignore the sympathetic look Marco was giving him.

He watched as Eren’s eyes met yours, his smile growing as he gestured you over to sit next to him. You got impossibly redder as you nodded and smiled, looking up at Jean and silently asking if he was okay on his own. He didn’t hold back his scoff at that, waving you off. “These are my friends too, remember? I’ll be fine, go ahead.” Your smile widened as you immediately turned and bee-lined to where Eren was sitting. The pain Jean felt had a sort of sick nostalgia to it, reminding him of the day he witnessed the blush on your face when Eren had walked through the door. Taking a deep breath and clapping his hands together, he feigned the most convincing smile he had and turned towards Marco.

“I need another shot!”

“So what was that about?” Eren laughed lowly, tilting his head toward Jean after you took the seat he offered. “Huh? What do you mean?” You questioned, completely oblivious to what he was hinting at. “You looked like you were asking him for permission to sit with me or something, he isn’t your boyfriend or anything right?” You didn’t know why, but this comment slightly annoyed you. Maybe it was the condescending tone he put on, or the subtle diss to your best friend. You didn’t know, but it didn’t sit right. Shrugging it off you decided he probably didn’t mean in that way and you put on a smile. “Nah, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t ditching him. He’s my best friend.” Eren gave an exaggerated sigh of relief as a smug expression took over his features. “Well, that sure is a relief.” He says smoothly, putting a hand on your knee.

You felt nothing but confusion when you didn’t get butterflies, but another hint of annoyance. What is wrong with you? You’ve liked Eren for years, this should be a dream come true! But it wasn’t, and things were moving too fast for you at the moment. It’s not like you were a “prude” or anything, you just couldn’t push down the bad feeling you had in your gut. “Uh haha, yeah! Can you give me a sec? I really have to use the bathroom!” Eren assured it was no problem, and you quickly stood up causing his hand to slip off of your knee. You walked a little faster than you normally would to the bathroom, turning and locking the door behind you. You felt nothing but frustration toward yourself, why are you being this way? Before this moment, if Eren would have asked you to hook up, you thought you would have gladly said yes. You enjoyed texting him and you found him very attractive, so what is this dread?

You fixed your hair and outfit as much as you could, trying to freshen up before you go back into the crowded living room. On your way back to the couch where you were sitting, you decided to stop at the kitchen and take two more shots. Maybe it was your nerves and the anticipation that caused your hesitation, the alcohol should help with that. Taking a deep breath, you readied yourself and headed back to your spot. Turning your gaze to where Eren had been, you froze. There he was, with a random girl sitting on his lap as he whispered in her ear.

Jean sighed, stepping into the guest bedroom and sitting on the bed. He ran his hands through his hair and silently cursed himself. He wanted to have fun, he really did. But the moment he saw that flustered expression of yours from Eren’s presence, all he wanted to do was go home and feel bad for himself. His thoughts were racing, and it was probably the alcohol but he found himself becoming more angry than sad. Why didn’t you want him? He deserved you, he had always been there and he knows he could treat you so much better than that douchebag ever could. You deserve better, and fuck, so does he.

The sound of the door being pushed open broke him out of his thoughts, and he was more than surprised to see you entering. He could already tell you were upset, he just couldn’t put his finger on the reason why. “Weren’t you with-” “I go to the bathroom for two minutes and he immediately starts trying to get into another girl’s pants? Can you believe that? I mean honestly” You continued your rant to Jean, but it was falling on deaf ears. He was getting more and more frustrated, the feeling settling in his bones as he tried to calm himself down. “I mean we aren’t dating, but all of our friends saw me sitting with him, you know how stupid he made me look? I just-” Jean whipped his head at you, a sharp glare meeting your gaze. “You want me to be real with you, y/n? He didn’t make you look stupid. You do that yourself pretty well.” The room went dead silent. You considered for a moment he was messing with you, and you let out a laugh of disbelief. “Jean what the fuck-” He stood up from his spot, his glare only hardening.

“No! Just stop for a second. I’m so sick and tired of you fucking complaining to me when it’s you who chooses to settle for assholes who obviously don’t care about you. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re just a fucking idiot. But I know you’re not, and thats what frustrates me so much, you know that? You treat yourself like shit and then want me to be there to be the person who makes you feel better. I can’t do it anymore, I really can’t.” His voice had risen a little, but that wasn’t what got to you. It was the seriousness in his tone, you knew he was being genuine. Your eyes welled up with tears, feeling like you just got punched. “Jean, I-”

“Let me finish y/n. I have always been there for you. Always. Despite the fact that you never got over Eren. Every time he ghosted you, who was there? You know what that’s like? To watch the person you’ve been in love with for years settle for the first asshole who comes her way? Do you have any idea what that does to me? You do realize you’ve been fucking torturing me for the last four years, right?” Your mouth went completely dry, and for the first time since this conversation began, you looked him in the eyes and felt even worse when you saw the glassiness of them. Your breath got shallow as your emotions intensified, your mind racing of all the times you had literally cried on his shoulder, and you thought of how bad he must have been hurting. He kept it to himself for your sake, not wanting you feel upset or worry about him, and you never noticed a thing. Fuck, how could you have been so selfish?

You didn’t even think about it, your body moving on what felt like autopilot when you grabbed the boy by his collar and pulled him into a kiss. He stiffened, obviously very surprised at your action, before putting his hands on your shoulders and pulling back. His face was a cherry red when he searched your features, shaking his head with a sad expression. “y/n, I don’t want you to do this out of pity. Plus, you’re probably shit-faced right now.” You shook your head and put your hands on his wrists, keeping eye contact with him. “I’m only buzzed Jean, and this isn’t out of pity. A part of me has always loved you. I just have a habit of ruining things in my life and I really didn’t want you to be one of them.” Your eyes got impossibly wetter and a part of you was surprised they hadn’t fallen down your cheeks yet.

Jean remained silent for what seemed like hours as he examined you expression. His eyes softened and you heart stopped when his hand went to the back of your neck to pull you into another heated kiss. It was a natural reflex the way you gripped onto the front of his shirt, your heart beating at a race you didn’t even know was possible. “Damn, he’s a good kisser.” you thought to yourself. You gasped slightly at the feeling of his tongue brushing against your bottom lip. You deepened the kiss and fell back on the bed, pulling him down with you. He pulled away, breathing heavily when a smile grew on his face. “Where are you?” He got up from his position on top and walked to the door, turning the lock with a click. He stalked back to where you were sitting, standing between your legs as he towered over you. “I’ve waited for this for years, I’m not going to wait any longer.”

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appplepii · 4 years ago

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happy bday jean<3 thank u all for almost 800 notes WTF

tears over beers (jean kirschtein x fem!reader)

genre: angst w a happy ending, fluff, modern au

warnings: unprotected sex, mouth spitting, praise kink kinda?? choking, etc VERY NSFW hehe, fuckboy eren (slight eren x reader), mentions of alcohol and drug use

word count: 4.1k

summary:

You don’t know your own worth, and Jean is getting sick of it.

“I need another shot!”

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