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hearts4jean · 7 months ago

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me reading this while it’s the summer in my country ykw hell yeah

hc request: snow angels with jean 🥹🩷

OOO HOHOHOH this is so CUTE im keeping this a modern au because thats what i prefer to write :') no gender/pronouns used for reader! :D

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❅ ok ok so i imagine him being very begrudgingly into it. like its an incredibly snowy day right, and sasha connie and marco (and you, of course, by association) had dragged him out of bed.

❅ and his whole face is tinged a little red. he's wearing the first sweater he could find which just so happens to be the one his mom made for him, along with a big puffy black coat, a green checkered scarf and bright yellow gloves. not his first choice, fashion-wise, because all the colours are clashing, this looks fucking terrible, but you convince him it looks good enough to have fun and he has no choice but to agree.

❅ anyway. there's like small flakes of snow on his hair and at the corners of his eyes, and its a nice excuse for you to brush his hair with your hand. his nose is red. his lips are a little chapped and everytime he breaths it creates a small puff of air as a proof of his living. and hes building a snowman, with whatever materials all of you could find outside. no you dont have a carrot, who has the foresight for that? you make an executive decision to stick a very thin stick into the centre of the big snowball for his nose. jean complains about your art direction but gets distracted by the fact that connie's building boobs for it.

❅ every picture marco takes, jean is in the corner just standing. arms to his side. like slenderman. no smile. no pose. he's acting as though he hates this which pisses connie off just enough for him to fuck with jean more than usual.

❅ goes without saying but connie starts a snowball fight. and jean being ever-competitive HAS to strike back and now its a whole war but its mainly just jean and connie shouting at eachother while throwing poorly-formed balls of snow at eachother with terrible aim

❅ BACK TO THE MAIN POINT. during this whole. fight. both of them get really tired but now jean is fully smiling, because he's having fun, dammit, and you marco and sasha had gone inside somewhere during their feud to make hot chocolate and warm up some cookies because none of you had had anything to eat yet

❅ and connie immdieately runs inside the house when he hears you guys calling the both of them for food. and jean's all "HA YOU LOSER I WON. FUCK YOU. YOU THINK U COULD CHALLENGE ME?" but he doesnt follow connie inside

❅ and after a few minutes you decide to go out looking for him. his back is facing yours, and his foot is moving over the snow, creating a shape you cant really see. and you call out for him, and he just turns and waves you over to him

❅ turns out he was drawing both your initials in a heart with his foot :( and you HAVE to tease him. obviously.

❅ "youre so sappy i love you." "sappy? im doing the bare fucking minimum," "right." "youre the sappy one. making me hot chocolate and shit." "i made everyone hot chocolate. youre not special." "youre saying this after i made this artwork for you?" he says, smirk on his pink lips, faux offence twisted into his eyebrows and his arm finds it's way across your waist. "sorry, youre right. we should get this framed." "you think youre so smart, huh?" "you set a pretty low bar for it." "oh yeah?" and he starts fucknig tickling you because hes so fucking predictable, right, and you obviously end up loosing your already fragile balance and falling on your back into the snow.

❅ at first he's really apologetic but then he sees you smiling and rolls his eyes before collapsing next to you, cold ice pinpricking his skin despite the layers he wears.

❅ "you destroyed the heart i drew," he says. he wants to win this fake-fight. dumbass. "thats your fault." "right, blame me for your misjudgement-" "you tickled me!" "excuses, excuses." "im sorry, jean, for destroying your heart-" "my beautiful artwork," "- your beautiful artwork that deserved to be framed." "in a shrine. add that part." "no."

❅ its so cliche. he looks at you, his head turned to your direction, and sees your own breath fog up the sky and he thinks hiding his affection is reduntant because youre going to find a way to sneak it out of him somehow.

❅ and then you stretch out your arms, indenting the snow, waving them up and down. "im making new artwork." you say, and he loves you so much it makes him warm all over, imitating your motions with his long ass limbs, sounds of the snow crunching under his movements filling his ears along with your soft laughter.

❅ and after youre satisfied with the unseen outcome of your work, he complains about not being able to feel the tips of his ears and nose, and he helps you get up. you kiss his nose as compensation, and he kisses your forehead in return. "happy?" he asks, and you hum.

❅ "wait, we have to sign our names," you say before crouching down and writing your name under your snow angel, and then write his name under his, creating a heart after his name. he smiles softly after youre done, winding an arm around your shoulder to keep you warm but pretends its because "im so weak and hungry," to which you call him a drama queen. he spares a look behind the two of you to see the snow angels and cant help but wish it would never melt away.

also heres a moodboard. i couldnt help myself.

thank you for the request!! ive never. experienced snow before so im sorry for. any inaccuracies im going based off of my rom-com watching knowledge :') hope you liked it!! <3

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hearts4jean · 1 year ago

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Hi! Could you maybe do a Jean Kirstein fic with the "only one bed" trope? You're free to play with the plot and all (just really craving Jean content rn) <3

Only One Bed

➙ description: you & jean are secret scouts visiting marley. during your stay, you find yourselves staying in an hotel with only one bed.

➙ content: sfw, fluff, friends to lovers

➙ pairing: jean x gn!reader

“Here, try this.”

Jean Kirstein, your best friend, raised a rather funny-looking treat in your direction. airy smoke floated around the warm, twisty and golden brown dessert, and you eyed the small bitten off piece from where Jean had tasted it first. Based on the excitement glistening in his light brown eyes, it was certainly delicious.

“What is it?” Tilting your head a bit, you took the food from him. “Looks like twisty bread. Like someone took bread and made a knot.”

“Yeah,” Jean smiled softly. “It’s called a pretzel.”

Giving a small nod, you bit into the soft pastry.

“Really good,” you grinned. “Ice cream’s better though. I hope the captain trusts us enough to go back out to the festival so we can have some more.”

“Yeah, well…” Jean frowned, folding his arms across his chest. “Maybe he’ll let us as long as you, Connie, and Sasha don’t try to feed carrots to cars anymore.”

“Hange was in on it too,” you said.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You’re all a little crazy,” Jean chuckled a bit to himself, leaning back against the wall as he took another bite of his pretzel. “Speaking of Hange, what’s taking so long?”

You, Jean, and the other scouts were all waiting patiently in the cramped lobby of a boarding house, one that smelt like stale coffee and old wood. The old decorations and dusty furniture were a tell-tale sign that, perhaps, this wasn’t the most luxurious hotel in Marley.

“You’d think that the hotels here would be a little bit nicer,” Jean whispered to you, eyeing Hange as they chatted with the receptionist. “Honestly, we have nicer boarding houses back home.”

“Quit your complaining,” Levi, who had seemingly appeared out of thin air, approached the taller man. “Do you know how much it costs to house all of you brats for the entire time we’ll be staying here? Don’t like it, you can sleep on the bench outside.”

“Right, sorry,” Jean nodded.

With that, Hange approached, scratching the back of their head awkwardly.

“What’s wrong? We’ve been waiting forever.” Levi asked.

“Oh nothing! Nothing at all,” Hange laughed. “We’re just gonna have to split up, that’s all!”

“What do you mean?” Armin, who made his way over along with Mikasa and Eren, questioned worriedly.

“Well, apparently, the majority of their rooms are shut down for the next couple of weeks. There’s enough room for some of us to stay here, but the rest will have to go to the other boarding house they recommend, and we better hurry! A lot of places are booked up because of the festival.”

With that, about fifteen minutes of frustrated decision making is what lead to you and Jean being the ones finding another boarding house. Apparently, Sasha and Connie got the short end of the stick as well. Levi was quite pissed that everyone was separated into three different hotels.

You and Jean entered what seemed to be a much nicer hotel. Approaching an older lady sitting behind the desk in the lobby, you gave her a kind smile, asking for two separate rooms.

“My apologizes,” the older lady started. “We only have one room left due to the festivities, and it seems to only have one bed.”

The silence was rather thick.

“Do you wanna see if there are any other hotels around? Maybe we can see if Connie-”

“No, it’s fine.” You interrupted Jean, glancing between him and the receptionist. “All of the other hotels are definitely booked up by now.”

“You’re probably right.”

—

The journey to your hotel room was a quiet one. Jean was more than likely worrying over the same exact thing that you were.

Sharing a bed.

You were close. Closer than close. Having known each other since your first day as cadets in the 104th, you were best friends for years. But this? This was something entirely different.

As you opened the door to your room, you couldn’t even lie to yourself and say that it wasn’t a big deal. It was Jean, after all.

Jean cleared his throat, tossing his bag down on the ground.

“I’ll sleep on the floor, just toss me a pillow,” he said.

“Such a gentleman,” you teased. “I’m not gonna let you sleep on the floor, Jean. We’ve both had a long day and we need some quality sleep. Besides, that’s kinda nasty.”

“Are you sure?“ Jean blushed a bit, looking at the ground shyly. It was rather odd, being as you could have sworn he didn’t have a shy bone in his body. “I just don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

You tossed your bag down with a sigh, digging in it to find something to sleep in.

“Shut up. We’re sharing the bed, alright? It’s not a big deal,” you said. “I’m gonna take a shower.”

Making your way to the bathroom, you couldn’t help but wonder if he could detect the untruthful words you dared to speak. It was a very big deal. At least, it was to you.

As Jean hopped in the shower after you, complaining about you using up all of the hot water and whatnot, you decided to go ahead and climb into bed. Your back was facing what would now become Jean’s side. You had hoped that it would make it less awkward if you weren’t facing each other.

Moments later, the other side of the bed dipped as Jean climbed into it.

“Uh,” he mumbled. “Goodnight.”

“G’Night.”

—

Fifteen minutes had passed.

Then twenty.

Then thirty.

You were both still wide awake. Each second seemed longer than the last, particularly due to the thick silence that was somehow loud and suffocating. Although you and Jean were back to back, you could feel the heat radiating off of his body. He was a big guy, after all. Being 6’2, he needed the majority of the limited space in the queen sized bed, but he was all bunched up to make himself smaller, as if he was afraid to accidentally touch you.

“Jean?” You called out softly. “Are you asleep yet?”

“No,” he answered after a few moments of silence. “Something wrong?”

“No, just wondering.”

“Can’t sleep?” Jean questioned, the bed squeaking a bit as he shifted a little.

“Can’t even close my eyes,” you sighed. “Ya know, you’d probably be able to sleep if you just relaxed. You’re all tensed and bunched up.”

“How am I supposed to relax? I’m sharing a bed with…you.”

“Well, I mean…” You paused, rolling over onto your back. The ceiling had never seemed so interesting until now. “We’ve done everything else together. Fought titans, eaten pretzels…I even used your toothbrush once.”

“You did what?” Jean rolled over, staring directly at the side of your face.

“It was an accident,” you grinned humorously. “Point is, I don’t think it’s that weird for us to share a bed.”

“I get your point. We’re close,” Jean’s voice had a particular softness to it when he spoke. It was like a breath of fresh air. Music to your ears. “My mom calls you her in-law. Did you know what?”

“Yeah,” you gave a soft chuckle. “That lady loves me. She probably likes me more than she likes you.”

“Yeah, I doubt that,” Jean smirked, joining your little laughter with a chuckle of his own, but slowly, his smile started to fade. “She did ask me to watch over you, though.”

“Hm?” You turned your head away from the ceiling, looking Jean in the eyes for the first time since hopping into bed together. “What for?”

“That’s a dumb question,” Jean teased. “The mission that we’re on isn’t the safest. We walk into the wrong place and are forced to take a mandatory blood test…or if someone figures out that Eren’s here…”

“Yeah, yeah, true, but I think that out of all of the missions we’ve been on, this is the safest. Unless you prefer fighting titans?”

“Whatever,” Jean rolled his eyes.

“Don’t get me wrong,” you started. “I know we’re not safe here, but, it’s nice to fall asleep somewhere that isn’t technically flooded with titans. The titan shifters aren’t gonna attack their own country, and they’re not setting pure titans loose on Marley’s soil, so…I don’t know. I feel like I can rest a little, ya know?”

Jean gave a small “hm” as a response. A yawn quickly followed.

“Oh, sorry. You’re tired, right? I started rambling.” You frowned. “I just think it’s nice to blend in and not be afraid. I mean, I’m still afraid, of course, there’s no place in this world that’s 100% safe, but I feel like I can have just a little peace. I can sleep tonight without worrying if I’m gonna get eaten by a titan in the morning, or if one of my friends will.”

Glancing over at Jean, who failed to offer a response, you saw that his eyes were closed. Knowing that your rambling had put him to sleep wasn’t the best feeling in the world. Perhaps, it was slightly better than him telling you to shut up, right?

Turning over onto your side, you closed your own eyes, hoping to drift off to sleep as well.

Suddenly, an arm was wrapped around your waist. Jean pulled you in closer until your back hit his chest. He was spooning you. Your eyes widened. Your throat dried to a crisp. He must’ve truly been asleep, not aware of his own actions.

“Relax, would you?” His voice startled you, even though he whispered.

“Jean…” You gulped. “What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like I’m doing?” He said. “All that talk about fear and death…you shouldn’t think about stuff like that before falling asleep. I’m trying to help you relax.”

“You’re doing the opposite.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” he smirked, although you couldn’t see it.

“I didn’t know that you were such a sweet guy,” you teased. Truthfully, you were touched. Not only was he listening to your ramblings from earlier, but he wanted to do something about it.

“I’m not,” he said. “I just care about you.”

“Yeah, whatever-”

“I’m serious.” His sharp tone caught you by surprise. “I wouldn’t joke about something like that. You mean everything to me, and I just want to keep you safe, alright?”

You flipped over. Your face was only a couple of inches away from Jean.

“I don’t want anything to happen to you either. Remember what happened on that one mission? You almost died trying to save my life.” Frowning at him, you recalled the bittersweet memory of Jean pulling you right out of the jaws of a titan. It was quite unusual, seeing as Jean wasn’t typically the type of person to save others.

“You really don’t get what I’m trying to say, do you?” Jean sighed. “You’re such a dumbass.”

“It’s not too late for you to sleep on the floor,” you teased, giving a small laugh. “Seriously, though. What am I not getting?”

“What I’m trying to say is that I don’t really care about my own life when it comes to you. I’d die over and over again to keep you safe. I don’t really understand it, but it’s true.”

Jean gently ran his thumb across your lips. His touch was so soft and gentle, and yet, it sent shivers down your spine.

“I guess that’s my way of saying that I love you.”

You blinked at him. Half of you expected it to be some sort of joke, and the other half of you wanted to absolutely explode.

Jean stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“I already know what you’re thinking, and I’m not joking. I mean it.”

“Jean,” you mumbled his name softly. It rolled off of your tongue as if your true purpose in life was to say his name over and over again. “I love you too.”

He smiled softly.

Jean leaned in slowly, giving you a kiss on your forehead. Then, he gently kissed your nose, followed by both of your cheeks, and then your jaw. Finally, he pressed his soft lips against yours. He kissed you passionately, and perhaps, it truly was his own purpose in life to kiss you over and over again.

Jean pulled away, but only for a moment. He couldn’t help it, as he leaned back in to kiss you deeply. His lips moved against your own in a way that was so sweet, you were angry that you had went so many years without his lips on yours. He kissed you with love. Passion. He kissed you like he wanted to do it over and over again for the rest of his life.

He only pulled away when he needed to properly catch his breath. He looked into your eyes for a few moments, admiring everything about you. He was so lucky to have you, and he truly couldn’t believe it.

“I don’t want you falling asleep thinking about life and death anymore, alright?” He smiled down at you. “I’m gonna be right here. Always.”

With that, you gave him a nod, flipping back over onto your side. Jean wrapped his arms around you once more, and you both drifted off to sleep.

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