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cosmosorbitt · 8 months ago

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hey! could you do a hurt/comfort school au where y/n is upset over a bio test they failed, and hanji cuddles them and maybe explains a few concepts they weren’t getting :]

A Failed Test!

Help me cope!

Type: Fluff, Comfort, sliiight angst (???), Modern!AU

WC: 2,160

Pairing: Hange x Reader

A/N: I know I had the name "Hange's Biologist" at some point for like 2-ish months, but holy hell anon were you aware that I'm currently majoring in biology? I was kinda spooked when I got this lol but a lovely request regardless! And fun fact, the score is absolutely based on a true story. The train part is as well, but that's less impressive. Does anyone even read my author's notes? Comment your favorite fruit if you do. Also this was barely proofread so I apologize. I hope this satisfies your request, anon!

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Hange comes to the rescue after you failed a test!

[Texts with these means it's your message!]

Stumped. That’s what you were after seeing your results from a short test that you were so initially confident about. It was normal to fail every now and then– numerous posts on social media and people’s shared personal experiences proved it that much– but still, you remained mostly negative about the entire situation. You were so sure your answers were right, so what gives?

You felt uneasy on the way home. The walk to the train station felt like a blur, the nearly blaring music in your ears helping to numb your awareness of your environment. You were usually averse to any music as you walked by some of the dangerous paths on the way to the station, but for today it was an exception.

You knew you had to let Hange know, you had no plans in hiding your disappointment from them anyway. To do badly on a test you were mostly positive about was sure to manifest some extreme reactions, and it was evident in the speed at which you walked.

Sitting down in the train, you pulled your phone out, fingers heading straight to message Hange. There was at least 25 minutes before you reached your destination, and you made sure to use the ample time to let your emotions seep out into their inbox.

[hii] [hanji hanji] [i failed that test we did the other day.]

Straightforward. Direct. There was no easy way to break the news to Hange anyway.

Hange: What happened? How did you do?

[awful.] [i got a 4 out of 17 for goodness sake] [oh my god i suck]

Hange: How did the others do?

[the ones i kept hearing earlier are mostly higher than me] [ughf]

Hange: Ahhhj I’m so sorry about that !! Hange: Do you want me to listen first or should we get straight to problem solving it up? Hange: I know u enough to know u feel enraged right now. Come on, spill it out

You chose the former. There was a need to let it all out first. Minutes were spent on that train ride with you typing away all the profanities and complaints you could get out of your system. There were numerous pessimistic comments made about the subject and the test, and it sure felt better with Hange listening to everything you said. You were aware they probably discouraged or disagreed with some of your rather impulsive messages, but you were thankful regardless. The two of you knew better, that this necessary phase of anger will dissipate soon.

After a few more written complaints, the announcement from the train's speakers alerted you of your nearing destination. It felt good to let that all out, even if it was time limiting and only through chat. As much as you enjoyed talking with your deeply understanding partner, you had to focus on battling the crowds to get off the train.

[im near my station] [gotta get off soon]

Hange: Stay safe! Let’s hate more on this test when you get home. Hange: I love you

[thanks for listening] [ur a lifesaver] [i love you too]

Hange: Of course Hange: See you soonestt!

Getting off the train was infuriatingly only half of the journey. Although now, you definitely felt much better than your earlier stroll. There was a bit of that weight lifted off from your shoulders. After talking– or rather ranting it out to Hange, things definitely felt lighter. You were thankful they were so patient and understanding. Quite intelligent too, and you knew for sure that after your little tantrums, they’d be quick to understand the lesson you were having such a hard time with and explain it to you in an easily digestible way.

They’d also be quick to understand your thought process on the questions on the test and point out what the right steps to take were. It was infuriating sometimes, feeling so dumb compared to them, but God were you thankful for the amount of help. They’re so loving, both when they teach and in general, and your heart almost aches.

Taking a bus home, the final transportation before finally reaching home– reaching Hange, you felt lighter. The heartache is not entirely gone, but it was dissipating. You couldn’t wait to see them and complain your heart out.

Thankfully, the ride home was a breeze. In half an hour, you’ve reached home. Walking with a much more spring in your step, your feet soon bring you to the door of your shared apartment. It only takes a few knocks before Hange’s smile– both empathetic and delighted to see you– came to view with the open swing of the door.

“There’s my star student.” Sarcasm or not, you roll your eyes playfully from Hange’s remark.

Widening the door, they let you in, allowing you to fix yourself up and get settled and leave this day behind in a few hours. You strip yourself from your day clothes and your bag, settling into something more comfortable and soft. It was definitely deserving and not unreasonable to slip into your favorite clothes for tonight.

“God…” Sighing, you plunge softly onto Hange’s firm chest, simultaneously an attempt to hide away from the world and to open yourself into vulnerability in your lover's arms.

“Ohh dear,” Hange embraces you gently, pressing their lips atop your head, “That took a toll on you, huh?”

“I fucking suck.” You mumble against their chest. You can practically hear how Hange is denying it in their head, and the very words come shortly after.

“No you don’t. Don’t say that.” As you two continue to stand in the middle of the room, Hange urges you to move to the couch with them, but you won’t budge. Your face remains planted on their chest.

“Come on,” Hange urges again, this time waddling the two of you to the couch with their hands around your shoulders. It was quite an adorable sight.

Hange lay first, comfortably sprawling on the couch for you to lay right on top of them. They didn’t mind your weight on them, they never did. Plus, they knew how greatly you needed this, no matter how much you’ll try to deny it or downplay it to them now that you’re talking about it face to face.

“So…” Hange starts, urging you to speak up and rant away.

You elaborate on your initial confidence followed by the disappointment when the scores went out. With a finger drawing circles on their chest, you poured your tired little heart out as Hange comforted you with a hand gently motioning up and down on your back.

“What do you think you did wrong anyway? To get a score like that.”

“Pfft. Well, firstly none, but I guess I must suck that much,” Hange laughs at your defiant and slightly stubborn attitude, still livid and riddled with endless disappointment.

“You don’t suck,” Hange reassures again, “I like the confidence, but I know you don’t suck. I’m sure you’re already going somewhere, just confused at some parts. That’s what always happens, doesn’t it? My little star student’s just confused.”

You can’t deny that, amidst the mix of emotions, the nickname was making you softer and alleviating your downcast mood. They press a kiss atop your head adding to the gentle feeling, the kiss lingering a second longer than necessary.

“When do you want me to teach you about it?” Hange offers, knowing you’ll ask them for it anyway.

“Tomorrow night, if that’s okay?” The beauty of Friday nights: there were two more whole days available to be spent with Hange; your partner, sometimes teacher, and your comfort.

“Of course it is. Anything for you.” Hange chuckles at your reluctance at the request, “So it’s just cuddle time tonight then, hm?”

“Yeah. I just need a break.”

“You do.” Another kiss planted on your forehead, “I’m here. I’m here for you. Just lean on me tonight.”

And with that, the subject of failed exams and possible confusions over lessons with their even more puzzling solutions were left alone. The only sound filling the space between you two was the faint buzzing of the AC in the room and your intertwined breathing.

It wasn’t easy, dealing with such a blow on something you were so sure about. But Hange was here to share some of that pain which made the burden a little easier to bear. It lulled you to sleep knowing you have your partner’s support and unending understanding, leaving Hange with a soft smile tugging at the corners of their lips as they watched you fall in your own deep sleep.

Hange made sure that you had an easy morning the next day, subtly doing most of the work around the house before you got to it. They knew how much you dreaded studying on the weekends even though it was necessary. Despite how thirsty they might seem for knowledge, Hange understood that feeling of dread. To have just a few rest days be turned into something for work again was certainly awful.

Night came faster than both of you would’ve liked, but the activity was necessary. Though you found you didn’t mind it much: it was Hange teaching you after all. Worst case scenario, you’ll have to tackle them to the bed after either you didn’t get their teachings or they themselves became the distraction. An outcome both of you wouldn’t have minded, but you really did have to get to the teaching and the studying first.

It was calming, having Hange teach you. They studied the material a few hours earlier, and of course, you weren’t very surprised at the speed in which they understood it. Being together with such a bright and clever partner had its ups and downs.

They were quick to pick up on which areas you were having trouble with, and you were verbal on the things that you didn’t quite understand despite their repeated explanations. You two were at it for a few hours: giggling, hating on the subject material, doing some exercises over and over again, Hange getting you both another cup of water.

But your mind was reaching its limits and they were patient to an extent, though their effort wasn’t wasted. If anything, you feel a little lighter now, finally understanding the main points of this god awful subject and what you might’ve done wrong on that quiz. Cleaning up your workspace, you decide it’s time to end the study session for tonight.

“We’re done for tonight?” Hange asks, head propped in one hand and watching as you skillfully clean up the mess you two made on the desk.

“Yeah, I’m beat. You need to rest your pretty little head too, you know.”

“Oh, this old thing?” amused, Hange taps their temple, “Well thank you. But you’re not so bad yourself.”

They prop their elbows on the desk, eyes never leaving yours as they assess the events of your ample study session, “You got the topic pretty quickly. And you made me know if you still didn’t understand something. I liked that.”

You stammer under their praiseful words. “Oh– um. Well gee, thanks mister.”

“Mhm-hm. And I definitely enjoyed hearing you complain. Seriously, it’s cute.” They giggle, “You mutter under your breath a lot. It’s cute. Did I say it was cute? It’s cute.”

“Pfft, it didn’t annoy you at all? I thought it was bothering you…”

“No, no!” They defend, waving their arms as if to diminish the thought, “I thought it was adorable. And who knows, maybe a little more hate will make you understand the future topics better, so how about that?”

“You are silly.”

“And you did well tonight. Seriously.”

After you finish cleaning up, you let yourself look over at Hange, a soft smile adorned on their face. You feel a smile creep up and tug at the corners of your lips after seeing such a sight.

“Thanks.” You reply back.

It doesn’t take much longer before you two are comfortably snuggled in bed. It was a productive day, so you couldn’t be too mad, and how could you be when Hange was right beside you?

Hange thought the same, the activities of today fulfilling them greatly. They always did enjoy teaching you, learning the material you were struggling with and helping you along with it. In a way, they felt more included. Your day to day life as a student was busy enough, and they were glad to help in any way they could. It couldn’t have turned out better.

With tired eyes and a more educated soul, Hange watches as you fall asleep first, cradled deep and comfortable in their arms. They say their goodnights with a kiss on top of your head, and a promise to keep you safe and understood. For as long as you have your problems with your academics, rest assured they’ll always lend a helping hand, ready to guide you whenever you need.

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cosmosorbitt · 9 months ago

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platonic/sibling relationship jean x y/n fic? canonverse ^_^

or wholesome platonic springlestein (jean, sasha, connie?)

absolutely adore this omg. ty for suggesting!

The Quiet Horizon

jean x gn reader

wc: 668

tags: fluff, platonic, sibling dynamic

please leave more suggestions! i had a blast writing this :3

cross posted on ao3!

The cool October air seeps through your skin, sending a small shiver down your spine. The trees have already turned several vibrant hues of orange, red, and yellow. A leaf falls softly to the ground beside you, snapping you out of your thoughts as it gently graces the ground.

The memories of the most recent mission flood your brain. Several deaths and many casualties, but successful nonetheless. You sigh, leaning your back against the tree that you had been sitting against. You look up at the setting sun along the horizon, admiring the colors painting the sky nearby.

A leaf crunches under someone’s boot, and you turn your head to the sound, revealing the ash-haired man standing next to you. The familiar face smiles down at you.

“Mind if I take a seat, m’lady?” Jean says teasingly. He’s always been quite the jokester, no matter the time or place.

“Not at all, kind sir,” you snort in response. The air sways the trees nearby, almost as if they were waving a small hello to you. Jean sits down quickly as he wears that stupid smug smirk that he’s adorned for several years.

“How you doin’?” he asks quietly. There was something a bit different about his tone now, something softer and more caring.

“Just thinking. Y’know, about the mission and whatnot,” you say quietly. Something about the mission was… weird. Something nagged at you, clawing at your chest and heart, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.

Jean stays quiet for a moment, his previous smug smirk now replaced with a blank expression, nearly unreadable. A flicker of concern shows in his eyes, but you hardly catch it.

“You aren’t the best liar,” he states matter of factly. “Come on, talk to me. I’m not just a pretty face,” he smiles at you teasingly.

You chuckle softly. Jean wasn’t just a pretty face. He had been nothing but a phenomenal friend, consistently putting in effort and checking on you.

“Something about that mission. Something is wrong with it,” you admit quietly. As the memories fade into your mind again, you feel a slight pit in your stomach, unsure of how to put off the unease.

“What about it?” Jean asks curiously.

You pause for a few moments, unsure of how to put your thoughts into words. To be honest, you weren’t really sure. Something was different about it, something big. Some big part of the puzzle was missing, and your mind was screaming at you to find it.

“I don’t know,” you admit quietly, sucking in a sharp breath. The cool air infiltrates your lungs, providing a solid relief for a moment.

Jean stays quiet, looking along the horizon at the almost set sun. He’s slowly piecing his thoughts together, just like a puzzle.

“You don’t know?” He asks quietly.

“I don’t.”

Jean pauses for another moment, his expression still blank and unreadable. He speaks up after a minute, the words quiet and almost mumbling.

“That’s okay.”

You chuckle softly. While Jean was almost entirely a man of jokes, there was something different about this conversation, a more caring side to him.

“It’s okay not to know,” He adds softly.

You turn to look at him, your eyes gazing over the features of his face, more specifically, the stubble forming on his face.

“You need to shave,” you joke teasingly.

“Way to ruin the sappy moment! Jeez, I was really trying to help!” Jean exclaims, feigning offense and raising his hands in defense.

You can’t help but laugh, gently elbowing him.

“You did help, don’t worry.” It wasn’t a lie. Something about his presence made you feel protected, like an older brother.

Jean smiles at you softly, “Glad to help, told you I’m not just a pretty face.”

You snort again, smiling as you look at the rising moon. The nagging feeling in your chest has subsided. Even if for just a bit, the pit has turned full, leaving you content as you watch the horizon.

#ao3 #oneshot #jean kirstein #fanfic #attack on titan

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