#famous!jean kirstein

[iqzo]

BEAUTY & A BEAST.

(nsfw, rapper connie)

BEING FRIEND WITH INFAMOUS Connie Springer. had it’s up and downs, specially with you being his manager. A lot of speculation about you and him having a relationship was bound to ignite.

After being caught with his crooked pointer finger resting beneath your chin, lifting it up as he stares intensely into your eyes while he held a umbrella in his next hand.

Of course shaderoom was the first to post it then TMZ nosey ass, and the rest of the world. Connie didn’t give a fuck about the accusations, but you did. Knowing how many businesses lines you had and how this rumor might take a toll on it.

Connie sat on the chair, writing lyrics for his new album which would be released in about 4 weeks or 3.

Bumping his head as he found the right words to rhyme with, and the incredible word play that had him hyped the most.

you entered the studio closing the door behind you, Connie turned and his eyes instantly roaming the tight turtle neck dress you wore that ended barely at your thighs.

wearing those big frame glasses Connie adored, and your long butterfly locks framing your face perfectly. you held a clipboard to your stomach resting it on the couch.

you walked up to connie, “Whatchu workin on?” Connie comely eyes glued to the lipgloss combo you had. the outer painted black while the inner was shined up with lipgloss.

“The angel song..” he replied his eyes still wandering around your body as you walked around him to look at the notebook yourself. Connie now hovering above you, your body inches away from his. “Ouu, i like this word play.” you smiled pointing at the same word play that had him hyped.

Connie smiled. wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you in closer, instantly taking a whiff of the perfume he had bought you for your birthday. “Connie..are you sniffing me?” you questioned, he lifts his head up from your neck.

“yeah, you smell nice.” he complemented, you casted a smile before looking back down at the notebook. “thank you,” you whispered.

Connie grabbed the chair and pulled it over, sitting down grabbing you down with him. landing on his lap, you continued to view his lyrics, your eyebrows furrowed up. “Is this a love song?” you questioned fixing yourself on his lap so you sat sideways, Connie inhaled deeply hoping you didn’t feel the boner.

“Yea.” he answered, low eyes glued to yours. you moved from side to side thinking he was zoomed out but his eyes followed every movement. “Stop staring at me.” you blushed covering your face with his notebook.

A small grin found its way on connie’s face, “You look fucking beautiful and you expect me to stop staring?” he asked leaning up to you, his mouth near your ear as he continued to talk soft with you. “This dress bout short as fuck, did anyone make you feel uncomfortable on your way here? just tell me and i’ll handle it, baby.” he whispered planting a kiss on your cheek after, you were getting wet and connie knew since he felt the heartbeats.

“n-no..” you whispered, watching his large veiny hands that were designed with rings and a small panda tattoo on the side of his pointer finger slowly waltzing up your thigh. “Con-connie..” Connie wrapped his free hand around your neck pulling your head back locking his lips with yours as the hand beneath your dress started pulling aside your drenched panties, legs spreading for more access.

Connie tongue slipped past your lips and roaming around your mouth, as you struggled to keep up with him since he had a finger already pumping inside you. he inserts a next one. both individuals curved instantly hitting that spot. causing a loud pornographic noise that made Connie pull away with a smirk, “right here?” he asked going more faster as you struggled with the word leaving your mouth.

“agh, c-con, i-i’m gonna, ahh” your legs shakes with a fountain of your juices squirting out landing on connie’s fingers as the rest went onto the floor.

you breathed heavily, while still feeling Connie kissing your neck. you groaned, he slides his fingers out and brought them to your lips, “open.” he said in a demanding tone, your shaky lips parted giving Connie the access to roughly shove his two fingers into your mouth. “Taste how good you are, baby.” he says watching as you licked his finger clean.

he slips his fingers out along with some spit dripping out, he quickly throws you over his shoulder which caught you off guard.

he rest you softly on the couch, sliding your dress up as he unbuckled his pants, zipping it down exposing the heavy bulge in his calvin klein.

“open up for me..” he says, you parted your lips and allowed Connie to dip his fingers inside. applying the saliva onto his cock before sliding hisself in.

Both you and Connie moaned from the feeling of the warmth and gummy walls that enclosed around his dick while you felt completely full by his dick being inside you.

he gave you a minute to adjust to his size before going completely mad.

having you screaming his name out in the studio, you were so happy it was just you and him today.

His hand slide to the underside of your thighs bringing them to his shoulders and leaving them there.

he continued to roughly pound into you, his eyes caught the print of his tip hitting your stomach.

he chuckled which caught your attention, “look baby.” he says, your head picked up to see what he was talking about.

you gasped seeing the outline of his dick, protruding against your stomach. “Damn,” he says through a throaty chuckle, “fuck, wanna touch it?” he questioned you nod your head making connie grasp your wrist, taking it to the bulge.

both hands pressing down on the bulge which caused you to moan, connie’s eyes widened from how your walls tightly wrapped around his cock. “s-shit baby.” he says.

he picked back up his past and began working his way to his climax, sweat beans showing on his forehead, his strokes getting more sloppier each time he went back in. your hands wrapped around his neck, reaching your high cumming all over his dick as he went harder. coating your insides with his semen.

“fu-fuck..” he mumbled, by your ear. now resting on top of you, both out of breath. connie having the energy to lift his head up using his arms as support to hold his body.

“now all i need is a beat,” you glared at him, “get your corny ass off me.” he chuckled before landing a kiss on your cheek.

“i love you,” “i love you too.”

[someonecomegettheirchild]

My S4 Jean Kirstein fan cast will always be Steve Howey in the first season of Shameless

Disregard that he was fully like 32 at the time. But early 2000s Steve Howey even had the s1-3 look going on too.

[writingsofanomnivore]

Stolen Glances

just a very self-indulgent drabble. apparently, (as per my friends-) a past classmate had a crush on me and would sit ahead because of me and though he was not someone I'd like this was something very sweet

There was a soft shuffle of chairs beside you as a face, unfamiliar yet intriguing, took the desk on your left. Ignoring the newcomer, you turned your attention back to the lesson.

This routine continued for weeks, then months, until it became a familiar sight to see him in the front row. You often wondered what caused him to be late every day, always ending up in the only remaining seats beside you. It was curious because he seemed like the last person who would choose to sit in the front. Little did you know, this boy held a secret—his heart was captivated by you. Every day he seized the chance to sit near you, his eyes never straying far from your face.

There were moments when he chastised himself for being a creep. His friends would glance at him with knowing looks, wiggling their eyebrows as soon as the shared period ended and everyone shuffled to their next class. But he didn’t care. No amount of teasing could diminish his feelings. If he couldn’t win you over with his words, actions, or even his famous schoolboy charm, he would be content simply admiring you from afar.

He watched as the sunlight from the window bathed you in a soft glow, highlighting every curve of your face—your soft pink lips forming a pout when you struggled with a question, your eyelids drooping after staying up late revising for a test, or your cheeks puffing up when the teachers announced the scores and your name was called first. To him, you were a vision of beauty and grace, and he could gaze at you for eternity.

-Ryunosuke Tanaka, Yuu Nishinoya, Kinoshita Hisashi, ( Hinata??) ,Terushima Yuuji?, Hanamaki, Koganegawa, (atsumu????),daishou suguru, Asahi Azumane, Connie Springer, Jean Kirstein and anyone else you want!

edit; i feel like there could be more who would act like this. I'll update it later. Updated-

Also credits to @dira333 for Asahi's name it definitely fits him lol

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

Hi,i hope you're doing great, i was wondering if you're still taking requests? If so could you do Jean as a famous band member? Like headcannons or smth.

I think he's very happy when his partner goes to his shows but he prefers if they're backstage to make sure they're safe, that he writes songs about them, that he soft launched their relationship and stuff like that.

Let me know what you think! And thanks you,please take care of you and drink water

a/n: thank you i love you, u better drink sum water too! <3 rockstar jean i need u

jean kirstein is so so so famous but sometimes he forgets just how famous he is. he has all this money and wants to spoil you, take you to nice fancy restaurants and stuff. however, you two are constantly interrupted by fans, paparazzi, etc

instead of not going out to eat, he decides he can just rent the restaurant for the night. he tips very generously.

jean never forces you to come to his shows, he knows how tiring it can be, going from one to the next. when you do come (which is almost always), you're often placed back stage or in the row in front of the stage, separated from the crowd by barriers.

he's wishing for the day where you'll let him bring you on stage but you're just too shy.

there wasn't really any soft-launching your relationship. he didn't feel the need to. you were his girl and he wanted the world to know. he wasn't worried about your safety either because he promised to always have you near him or with a bodyguard.

the fans surprisingly took a strong liking to you. he always teases that they like you more than they like him.

he so wears guyliner. after his shows, it's always smudged and he looks so sexy.

absolutely writes songs about you and he always announces that they're about his girlfriend right before he performs them.

he would totally postpone a show if you needed him. he loves his fans and never wants to disappoint them, but you will always come first.

jean brings you on tour with him. he wanted you there, but more importantly, he needed you there. he'd fall apart without you, his rock.

you're his number one fan and he finds it so cute when he catches you listening to his songs by yourself. "baby, you know i sing that right? why didnt you just ask me to sing it for you?"

oh man look it’s my jean x reader fanfiction again right here

[crazychaoticizzy]

TRACK ONE: Pilot/Heart Attack

Heart Attack: the greatest rock band in history. Decades after the nasty breakup that followed their final performance in Dodger Stadium, Los Angeles, the six band members finally agree to separate interviews that reveal how they came together and their rise to fame.

And what led to their sudden downfall.

EREN X READER X JEAN

CONTENT: multipart fic, rock band au, love triangle, slow burn, angst

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

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DODGER STADIUM, LOS ANGELES After their highly anticipated performance at Dodger Stadium, Los Angeles, Jean Kirschtein tore off the neck of his bass on stage and ripped a hole in the drums. After announcing his resignation from the famous band, Heart Attack, Eren Jäger punched him.

Following Jean Kirschtein's resignation, Heart Attack fell apart. The performance in Dodger Stadium was their last, and the six band members have not been seen together since.

This biography is made up of a series of interviews compiled over the years by Olivia Russo. This is the first time the band and others involved have spoken on their scandals since they broke up.

JEAN KIRSTEIN, bassist for Heart Attack: Just sit here?  Alright. Yeah, of course. Sure you don’t want anything to drink? Okay. [smiling] Hi.

EREN JÄGER, main male vocalist for Heart Attack: We’re gonna make this quick, ‘kay? I don’t wanna talk about this shit. Ask your questions, get a snack or something, and leave.

ARMIN ARLERT, guitarist for Heart Attack: Do I look okay? I dunno, I just feel nervous, I guess. I haven’t really talked about this in years, especially on camera.

SASHA BRAUS, keyboardist for Heart Attack: Oh, I’m so excited for this. Did my hair curl weird? No? Okay. What do you want me to do? Introduce myself? I don’t know, everything’s changed so much since the last time I did a one on one interview like this. Hi, my name is Sasha Braus. I was the former keyboardist and supporting female vocalist for Heart Attack.

CONNIE SPRINGER, drummer for Heart Attack: Ready, kid? You’re in for a ride. I hope you brought snack or something to hold you by, this is a long story.

MIKASA ACKERMAN, photographer and costume designer for Heart Attack: This is for a documentary, right? Or a novel? Oh, okay. Either way, I’ll try to remember everything as best I can.

Y/N L/N, main female vocalist for Heart Attack: Hey. Yeah, of course. Mess with whatever. Maybe you can hide the circles under my eyes. [laughs]

What did you think of Heart Attack?

MIKASA: Well, it was Eren’s dream, so I just kind of went with it. It was fun, though. I really liked everyone we worked with. Most of them were really nice.

EREN: We were on top of the fucking world. The biggest band of the century. Everyone knew our name and we were making millions. I don’t know why Jean wanted to throw that shit away.

JEAN: You want honesty? I fucking hated it. Every single second.

CONNIE: Ooo, getting into the deep shit already? Well, I personally thought it was so fun. More so after we got famous, but it was great even back when we were just teenagers in Mrs. Yeager’s basement.

ARMIN: I kind of felt… indifferent? I mean, yeah I liked it. I was spending time with my best friends. But I would have preferred something quieter, maybe? Something that didn’t have us at each other’s throats all the time, at least.

SASHA: Well, it was definitely stressful. God, especially when I was pregnant. I was so worried about what we were going to do then. I mean, I couldn’t be up on stage at almost nine months. Are you crazy? But then for half of our songs the keyboard is a really big part so it’s not like I just couldn’t be there.

Y/N: I really enjoyed it. Yeah, there were a couple times I maybe wanted to kill someone, but it was fun. Lifelong friends, some of them. All of them, actually, but . . .

SASHA: Oh, well. We figured it out in the end. [smiles]

Y/N: It didn’t end well, as I’m sure you know.

JEAN: What were we? A rock band, according to Google, but what we were doing wasn’t rock.

CONNIE: It’s kind of funny, actually. Before Sasha we were all so uncreative and couldn’t come up with song titles. With good reason, too, that shit is hard. Trying to sum up your song in a couple words? Pfft. We were all useless, especially Eren.

ARMIN: Only the super old fans know this, but our very first song ever, track one on our debut album, was originally called “Pilot.”

EREN: Yes, like the fucking first episode of a show that doesn’t know if it’s gonna do well or some shit. It was not my idea.

JEAN: It was Eren’s idea.

MIKASA: I tried convincing them to name it something else, but they wouldn’t budge. I suggested just their band name and they said, “No, that’s too basic. We need something unique.” They didn’t change it until Scout Records told them to. And guess what they changed it to.

CONNIE: We changed the first song to “Heart Attack” in… let’s see, 2018 or somewhere close to that. 2019, maybe?

JEAN: Naming our first album “Debut” was Eren’s dumb ass idea, too. Uncreative prick.

EREN: No one else had any better ideas, so we just went with what I said by default. It’s not like anyone cared, anyway.

What can you tell me about Marco Bodt?

SASHA: Sorry, darling. I don’t know much about him other than he was the band’s first keyboardist.

Y/N: Just what Annie and everyone else told me way back when. I don't remember much.

MIKASA: Oh, I wasn’t around them enough at the beginning to know him. That was around the same time my mom had started getting me ready to take over the store, so I spent almost all of my free time with her.

ARMIN: I don’t really remember him. I had him in my Chemistry class before I dropped out. He was my table partner, I think. He was nice, though. We tutored each other sometimes. And, of course, he was over at Eren’s with us a lot.

CONNIE: I loved Marco, man. If you met him, you knew you had just met the sun. He always had such a bright outlook on everything. He was like Switzerland when we started arguing. And he always came up with the best compromises.

EREN: Marco was amazing. I felt bad all the time because he was always breaking up arguments. I have no clue why he was friends with us.

ARMIN: We were definitely annoying. It took a special kind of patience to deal with us, especially at that age. Marco always handled it so well, though. I think he and I would’ve ended up being much better friends if we were given the chance.

JEAN: Someone did their homework. You know about Marco? Course you do, you’re fucking [incoherent]. Uhm, Marco… God, I haven’t talked about him since he died. I don’t even think the really old fans know about him, to be honest. Well, Marco was . . . I think he was the first boy I ever loved.

i'm so excited for this series you guys don't even know. i have so much planned and i hope you guys have as much fun reading it as i had writing it

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[sednas]

If you still write for Jean could you p l e a s e give us some filth

OF COURSE I still write for jean I will always write for him

pairing: jean kirstein x afab!reader

tw: NSFW, kinda bratty!reader, fingering

jean's hands were big. twice as big as yours. before you two started dating he had already done the famous "let's compare our hand sizes" trope

he was smirking like a schoolboy when his whole hand engulfed yours, and just like that you realized how big he was in general

you tried your best to look unimpressed, your palm getting a bit sweaty because of his golden gaze on you

"mmmh they're not that big actually." you shrugged your shoulders.

you didn't expect his smirk to widen, and for some reason it made your cheeks feel hot

"we'll see about that."

it was definitely a threat.

you were sure he intended to do so since that conversation. he wanted to be knuckles deep into your cunt ever since you said his hands were not that big. your back pressed against his chest, one of his arm wrapped around your waist so you couldn't escape, he had barely started playing with you and you were a mess already. massaging spots you didn't even know you had, his long fingers kept entering your pussy, making your thighs tremble and your toes curl.

"still think they're not that big love?"

you shook your head no but you kept grinding against his hand, trying to reach friction your needy clit desperately needed. his long hair was tickling the sides of your face, his mouth occasionally kissing and licking your cheeks and your neck, making you squirm in his hold.

"mmmh still not that big..." you weakly said, your eyes lowering to see how his two long fingers were disappearing into your cunt.

"you're such a brat." he chuckled, accelerating the thrust of his fingers, finally giving the stimulation your clit wanted with his thumb.

you whined his name, back arching against his chest and he smirked, the obscene sounds of your wet pussy echoing in the room. his other hand made its way to your face, slipping three of his fingers inside your open mouth with no warning, making you choke slightly. you moaned around them, abruptly cumming as he kept rubbing your sweet spot.

"at least your pussy's honest. look at my hands, they're soaked." he said, lifting his hands to your face for you to see them through your half-lidded eyes.

as you rode your high out, his hands ran over your body, leaving wet marks on your skin. he squeezed your tits and pinched your nipples and you trembled in his grip. his touch was rough and soft at the same time, gentle but bordering on cruel, squeezing your skin a little tighter than he should, as if he was getting carried away by the way you responded to his caresses.

"that's it my love, just breathe and relax, I've got the whole night to make you admit it."

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[jaegersmoon]

It’s Jean’s birthday 🎁 🎉🥳🎊

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MULLET WEARING ARROGANT, COCKY, HOTHEADED YET SWEETEST MAN TO EVER LIVE. MY BOY FOREVER TILL I DIE !!! I LOVE YOU MY PRETTY PRINCESS ARIES QUEEN !! JEAN KIRSTEIN YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS !!!!!!!!! 🤍☁️🪐💛⚾️

[youre-ackermine]

Moodboard:

Headcanons:

YumiHisu // Modern setting // Band AU

"Historia 'the Queen' Reiss comes out!"

The front-page headline of the Trost Times Valentine's Day issue hit her fans like a punch. After years avoiding the subject of her love life, hiding from paparazzi, dodging nosy journalists, the famous Paradis Devils lead singer finally announced that she was in love. With a girl.

The band was formed in high school by Eren Jaeger & his friends Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer & Marco Bodt. After a few disappointing concerts in seedy bars around Shiganshina, the group decided to find a female singer to boost their audience.

Historia Reiss was not only the Maria High School goddess, but she sang like an angel. The boys convinced her to be their new singer & their muse. Her looks, her voice, her charisma quickly drew a crazy amount of new admirers, worshippers driven insane by the slightest appearances of their revered 'Queen'.

From this moment on, the Paradis Devils soon became one of the most popular bands on the island, following No Name close in the charts. They played sold-out dates all around the country & beyond the walls.

Inevitably, paparazzi started to hunt them down. Their fans became more & more passionate about their private lives, discussing theories on social media. Their chemistry on stage was so obvious that most fans thought Eren & 'the Queen' were a couple, which none of them confirmed or denied, rather playing with the ambiguity of their relationship every time they were seen in public.

When Marco quit the band, he was replaced by the Titans' former drummer Ymir.

Saying that Historia & Ymir's first interactions didn't go well is an understatement. Too used to being worshipped, 'the Queen' obviously couldn't stand the other girl's stand-offish, quizzical demeanour.

In spite of all her sugar-coated words & outgoing behaviour, Historia couldn't wipe the infuriating smirk off Ymir's face. Not to mention the way she looked at her, a look that bore into her very soul, as if she knew about the dark truth behind the happy mask.

Ymir's aloof personality, her cynical take on life, her whole behaviour was an intriguing, appealing mystery to the young singer. Not being able to wrap the freckled girl around her little finger pissed Historia off more than she would admit, thus increasing her interest in the musician.

The band was now more famous than ever. Being on tour most of the time, living close together, away from family or loved ones, tensions rose between them all. Fame was taking a toll on the band. As the Paradis Devils' figurehead, Historia was deeply affected by the pressure of stardom & isolated herself more & more everyday, locked in her hotel room or wandering the streets at night, slowly sliding into sadness.

One night, after an exhausting concert abroad, loneliness hit Historia hard. As the others loudly enjoyed an afterparty with a few friends by the pool, she was sitting alone on a remote bench, hoping the starry sky, the chirping of crickets or the rose garden scent would help her forget the void she felt inside.

She startled to the tinkling noise next to her. Against all odds, Ymir had left the party with a bottle of champagne & two crystal glasses to join her. As the night & the conversation between the girls went on, Historia was amazed by how deeply Ymir understood her inner turmoils & how kind she could be. For the first time in her life, Historia forgot her loneliness & felt alive, finally.

In the dead of night, here in the quiet, secluded garden, they shared their first kiss under the stars.

Moodboard, header & dividers: @youre-ackermine

Requested by: Anon 🌹

A/N: English is not my usual language // Click on the moodboard for better quality

[inmyveinsposts]

Let me present you my aot (aruani) series of one-shots based on "How I met your mother".

Living in the best city in the world in your twenties, with your friends? Nights at the usual bar, finding yourself lost in the future, struggling to find your place in the world, and most of all, navigating through relationships. It's wonderful, terrifying and, extremely, extremely, funny.

This is the story about a group of friends navigating their youth in chaotic and exciting ways as they waste their time at Scout's, their most trusted bar.

Brace yourselves to enjoy their shenanigans.

Main cast:

Armin Arlert: 25. Graduate student at New York University. Future environmental lawyer, according to what he says he will save the ocean, but so far we see him more at the bar than saving the ocean. Hailing from Minnesota, however, he met his roommate at the University of Chicago, Eren Yaeger, and his best friend, Mikasa Ackerman, with whom he came to live in New York. Affable, conciliatory and intelligent, or at least, depending on who you ask, because his friends will tell you all the idiotic things he's capable of, especially after a couple of beers at Scout's. While his friends struggle to find the love of their life, get back their love or get into bed with various people, he just goes with the flow.

Based on Marshall Eriksen.

Annie Leonheart: 27. The new bartender at Scout's and lead singer of the band that plays at the bar on Friday nights. Moved to New York with her band from Scotland, her two best friends, Reiner Braun and Bertholdt Hoover, an engaged couple, yes engaged, while she just goes with the flow. Last member of the group, thanks to Eren. Quiet and aloof, or so they say, others will tell you the crazy things she does at Scout's when her shift is over. Annie will navigate her youth in New York, pursue her dreams, friendships will form and in love she will lose herself.

She is the perfect mix of Robin and Lily.

Eren Yaeger: 25. He works as a comic strip artist in a newspaper in the city, although his dream is to succeed with his own comic. He comes from Chicago, where he met Armin Arlert, his best friend, and Mikasa Ackerman, his great love. His purpose is to find the love of his life, especially after the breakup with Mikasa. Dramatic, idiotic and groundbreaking. He is the cause of reforms in Scout's, especially if he gets together with Jean.

Based on Ted Mosby.

Mikasa Ackerman: 25. She works in a tattoo studio, although her dream is to become a famous artist. Hailing from Chicago, like Eren, and even though she knew him before, they didn't speak until college, thanks to the classes they shared. Thanks to that, the two ended up in a relationship, she met Armin and ended up in New York. When things ended with Eren, she moved out and met Sasha, her current roommate. She is willing to either get over the breakup or get Eren back, whichever comes first.

Based on Robin Scherbatsky.

Jean Kirstein: 27. He works at the biggest bank in New York, although if you ask any of his friends they wouldn't know what he does for a living. Hailing from New Jersey, he works with Connie Springer and thanks to that he met Sasha, Mikasa's roommate, although ironically, Jean met the group at Scout's. Kind of a womanizer, although he respected and somewhat composed for someone that wild. He is known for tearing Scout's apart with Eren and thanks to their rivalry.

Based on Barney Stinson.

Connie Springer: 25. Accountant at Goliath National Bank, the most powerful bank in New York, where he works with Jean. A lifelong Brooklynite, like Sasha Braus, who is his partner in crime. He is Jean's wing man in the search for single women in New York, although truth be told, he is a disastrous wing man. Funny and crazy, he is the menace himself.

Based on Barney Stinson and Marshall Eriksen on season two, when he is single and he is the worst at being Barney's wing man.

Sasha Braus: 26. Kindergarten teacher, although her dream is to be a restaurant critic. Hailing from the same New York City, Brooklyn, just like Connie Springer, her best friend. She is Mikasa's new roommate and Eren's sworn enemy (even though Eren doesn't know) and the one who supports Jean the most by chasing Mikasa, she also forms a dangerous trio together with Connie and Jean. Chaotic and funny, one of Scout's dangers and Levi Ackerman's nightmare.

Based on Lily Aldrin.

Recurring cast:

Levi Ackerman: 37. Distant cousin of Mikasa. Bartender at Scout's. He is so tired of the gang's shit.

Hange/Hanji: 35. Manager of the bar. Loves serving the gang, with their shenanigans they have the time of their life.

Reiner Braun: 27. "Marley's warriors" drummer. Annie's childhood friend, he moved to New York from Scotland with her and his fiancé, with whom he has a dramatic and complicated, yet fun, relationship.

Based on Stuart from "How I met your mother."

Bertholdt Hoover: 28. "Marley's warriors" guitarist and Reiner's fiancé. Calm and relaxed, until Reiner enters the equation.

Based on Claudia from "How I met your mother."

Other character will make appearances:

Pieck Finger.

Hitch Dreyse.

Historia Reis.

Ymir.

The story will mostly focus on Aruani, but there will be one shots focused on other characters. (Not many) Despite being based on "How I Met Your Mother", the stories will mostly be fictional,and as well as, the characters are based on the characters of the series, they will still have their own characteristics.

Summary of the first one shot

After a painful breakup, Eren Yaeger is determined to find the love of his life in New York. One Friday night, he sees a girl singing at the bar, Annie Leonhart. Determined to make her fall in love with him, Eren holds two parties in his apartment, which bothers his roommate, Armin Arlert, who has an essay in Constitutional Law. However, there are two things that Eren does not count on, first of all, that his great love Mikasa Ackerman will be present and that Annie Leonhart may enjoy the company of another person more.

[citrus-simp]

Mission Log 03

A/N: The last chapter wasn't so great so I hope to make it up here; so overdo that I had to read the last two chapters.

Warnings: language

"This is Captain Erwin Smith and we are on the 36th day of our journey. Over the course of our first month my co-captains, medic, and scientist have been up and at work. I will not ignore the fact they are also my friends who have come back to brighten my days in this dark void." he said into the camera "The others in our crew have also woken up, we fully have all hands on deck. Our technician Molbit Berner works alongside Hange Zoe. Our young recruits Eren Yeager, Armin Arlet, Mikasa Akerman, Floch Forester, Jean Kirstein, Sasha Braus, and Connie Springer. They were entered into the program not only to aid in repopulation but as well as become our heirs and learn the skills to continue on. Food supply is stable, oxygen is stable, and the embryos are in stable condition...."

He paused as if he was hesitant to say what was on his mind. "...the only concern I would have would be our engineer. His name is Zeke...I had no information, no papers...nothing on him. He said he was an engineer and that he woke up in the shop. He's shown hard work and stays true to his word however I will be keeping a close eye on Zeke. Y/N Ackerman had a small scare the other day where she had also gotten a small injury while in the cargo. She's recovered well and works as hard as she always does. This is Erwin Smith logging off"

The ship was now lively with so many others. The younger crew learning their new skills and purposes on the ship. More work getting done, but also more people to interact and travel with. Mikasa, Armin, and Eren all happened to be very close friends, knowing one another from childhood. Jean, Sasha, and Connie were another trio who had met the first three in high school. The only outlier seemed to be Floch, although he was very dedicated to his work. He seemed distant at times, and kept to himself more. Luckily the space craft was very large to give everyone their own room.

"it's like having a bunch of brats and we're the parents"

"oh so you consider them your children?" you teased

"No, brat," he said pinching your cheek

"excuse me captain?" you hear a gentle voice

"oh, yes Armin?" the blonde stood next to you seeming a bit hesitant, no doubt because of your husband

"W-well there's a certain bypass in the system I don't have access to, could you help me?" he asked almost childlike. Levi would try and get you to admit it, but you never gave in. However, you may have a soft spot for Armin.

"Of course Armin," following the young blonde, you came to a screen and gave your access key "there we go, should be all set. I'll make sure to program the system for you guys to have access." you made a vocal note

"Thank you captain" the blonde smiles

"excuse me " a new voice sounds making you spin around. A new face. Tall, blond, full beard and glasses "Zeke Yeager, at your service" he extends a hand which you take and give a firm shake "We hadn't been introduced and I just had to know the lovely captain of this ship" he flirted with you

"Well it's nice to meet you Zeke and I'm not sure if you've met-"

"Me" the stoic voice calls behind you "Levi. Her husband." Now Levi had a very specific talent. And that was telling when men wanted you and this big ass blonde tree 1000% wanted you.

"Ah yes the famous Ackerman, I've heard and read much about you" he offered his hand which Levi did not take it and left him there until he brought it back to his side. "Hange is asking for you in the med bay by the way. Don't wanna keep four eyes waiting." he said crossing his arms. Zeke looks at you and leaves with a smile

"Stupid bastard" Levi mumbles

"Anyway come on Levi I want you to come check the embryos with me" you said tugging on his arm.

"Why the hell do I want to look at a bunch growing pains in the ass?" he asked as he was being dragged off by you. Even though he'd prefer not to, he'd rather do things to please you than to not at all. You get to the very secure and quiet room on the ship. You enter your pin and the door slides open with a hiss. It was like a library, each wall securely but delicately carrying new lives. Luckily the technology the ship had can sustain them until they are practically ready to be "born".

"Damn, how many are in here?" Levi said picking up one container and examining the Alien looking creature.

"From what I hear about 200. We have one set of twins, and one set of triplets." you said pointing to the containers that were in different colors from the rest. "The others have no relation tho....it's crazy don't you think?" you ask him

"that we're floating in space with a bunch of developing babies plus teenage brats? And Hange? Yes" he says sarcastically, pulling out a laugh from you

"Well yea but...all of this" you express towards the walls "This is where is all starts bur can also end. You have to admit it's a little scary. Its...up to us. Everything. The past, the present the future, its in our hands." you say with more in mind, and he knew.

"Y/N you kno-"

"Levi to the training bay" he groans hearing the intercom call him to go and train the recruits.

"We can talk later okay captain grumps?" you tease pecking his lips "I have to have some work done in here so if I'm not in our room I'll probably be here"

He pulls you in close to him and gives you a deeper kiss, as if he were going far far away. "Don't work too hard" one more kiss to your forehead was placed before he left to attend to his duties. Turning on the lights you go and sit at the desk near the back of the room and get to work.

You were generally in charge of the embryos and tracking their growth. Any abnormalities or effects were to be documented and monitored.

"Log number 38, this is captain Y/N in the embryo deck. The embryos seem to be developing well with no abnormalities. Each have grown to about 1 month along. They are still very new and delicate. We keep the shelves to a stable temperature to resemble the womb of a mother. We also do not keep this room cool like the rest of the ship" you note "Which means I sometimes sweat a storm in here. Now I know this is not professional but whoever is watching this, you've probably become a whole new society by now. new ways of life, maybe new languages, new everything. Just be sure to care for one another and the planet. Look on our mistakes and improve from that, I am terrified whenever I am in here. I am in charge of your very existence. I can only hope I'm doing it right. This is co-captain Y/N Ackerman signing off and continuing work"

As you worked tirelessly you hadn't noticed that house had gone by. You had eventually fallen asleep on your desk. As your form rose and fell with each breath. You felt a hand caress your upper back and fingers rake through your hair. You stir awake with a slight smile expecting to open your eyes and see Levi.

"mm Levi?" you stretch upward and turn to find yourself in the room alone. You could feel your heart drop into your stomach. You knew you felt someone touch you! You weren't imagining things! Saving the progress made, you quickly leave the room and lock it up.

You walk your way down the hall and to the right making your way to the dinning room. Everyone was there and seemed to have just finished their food.

"Captain Y/N, you must be hungry! You gotta try this chicken! Its AMAZING!" Sasha exclaimed waving a chicken leg around in the air making some of the juices fly around

"Sasha watch it!" Jean said trying to get her to stop flinging the food around. "You don't know if she wants that or not! Not everyone is as food obsessed as you!"

"I'm surprised you're not 200 pound more than what you are now" Connie added

"Cooonniieeee, that's meann" she wined with a frown.

It was never a dull moment with these kids huh?

"Thank you Sasha but I'll eat later. Do you know where Levi is?" you asked they all pointed to the main cockpit

"I think he's in there speaking with Captain Erwin and Hange" you nod and stroll over to the double doors and go inside where said persons were.

"Y/N perfect timing," Hange said clapping her hands together "how was that nap of yours?" she asks

"Well it was honestly strange-wait how do you know I was napping?" you asked

"Well, I was going to go and offer some food but you were drooling away on the desk" the scientist chuckled "but in all seriousness have a seat we've got something to discuss" You pull out the chair and sit

"Well, we are on course heading the right way. Our rough estimate is about a month or so. If things go smoothly, we preserve gas and supplies, we may get there even sooner" Erwin stated

"Wait...really?" you asked looking around at the other captains "so...we'll finally make it?" you ask again with hope in your eyes

"That's right," Hange sang "we'll finally be off of the ship, start our lives over, and our new future will begin"

"But that also means we need to have these recruits, taught, I shape and on track. That brings us to subject two" Levi said "Zeke, is my concern. We don't know what sewer the bastard came out of. You're in charge of getting information out of him but I don't want you alone with him"

"I can handle myself Levi you know that." you say crossed your legs as you explained your best offer "Look we have a room with a two way mirror. You stay on the other side and when you feel you need to come in, you come" ""I can handle myself Levi you know that." you say crossed your legs as you explained your best offer "Look we have a room with a two way mirror. You stay on the other side and when you feel you need to come in, you come"

Levi sighs heavily. He knew you were right, you were smart and quick on your feet. He hated how much he loved that about you. You can handle yourself in any situation, but he wanted to be the one to protect you.

"..fine" he gave in begrudgingly "We'll do it later this week." he declared. After setting a schedule for the meeting, Erwin had informed Zeke on what will be happening later on. But for now it was to your shared room, it was long day. You change into your more comfortable clothes while Levi was taking a shower. You rub your eyes and look at your reflection in the mirror. Maybe you were just imagining things.

"Hey, are you ready for bed?" Levi asked as he walked out drying his hair with a towel.

"Yea I am" you shuffled over to the bed and let your body fall limp on the mattress. "It's been a long day" you sigh opening your arms for Levi to come and lay in. Once he was dressed, he crawled over to your to lay on your chest. This was the best place to be in, on Earth or in space. No where compares to the comfort of your arms. You both lay there in the silence, letting yourselves drift off into slumber.

Little did you know of the lurking eyes that are watching you as you sleep soundly. The same eyes that have locked on to you for sinister plans only its twisted mind could know.

“Soon enough you will be mine.”

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[tetsunabouquet]

Attack On Titan X Reader- Dutch Playlist Headcanon

A/N: Nothing To Lose was repeating in my brain and I couldn't help but think how the doomed, let's runaway theme fits Eren Yeager, and then my mind slowly started attributing Dutch pop songs to AOT men. I hope my AOT girlies can enjoy my picks!

Eren Yeager: Douwe Bob - Nothing To Lose This song is entirely sung in English so you don't need me explaining this one to you. The music video was actually shot in Japan.

Connie Springer: Fouradi - 1 Ding It means 1 Thing, and is about a guy with a somewhat player and clown-like image begging 'you' to be his: "One thing that I want from you, is that you stay by me and become my woman". The more playful lyrics in the rap verses really fit regular Connie and Slap On Titan's Connie both.

Jean Kirstein: Kim - Ik Ben Verliefd Means I Am In Love, this was a finalist song from the Dutch national contest of Junior Eurovision. It's a very mature ballad that fared better with adults then it did with the children watching and lyrics like, "In the silence rings your voice," just really remind me of the way Jean would look at Mikasa or in this instance, you as the listener imagening Jean feeling that way about you

Onyankopon : Re-Play - Kijk Om Je Heen Means Look Around You and it's about realizing you are not alone because there is a guy that loves you, "There is one who waits for you, all day and all night long." Because Re-Play is a pretty famous R&B group from the 90s, they were immediately who came to mind when thinking of this dude as he just fits that smooth R&B vibe.

Armin Arlert: Nielson - Beauty & the Brains Despite it's English title the song is in Dutch, if any of you watched TVD you might recognize this as the song playing during the Amsterdam scene. The title is pretty self-explanatory though and it is about simping for his girlfriend who's equally smart as she is beautiful and just an overall package deal. "I'm not so much of a hero myself, but I have my superwoman with me," is a lyric I can see Armin sing.

Reiner Braun: BLOF - Dansen Aan Zee Means Dancing At The Sea and this would totally fit Reiner falling for a girl on Paradis during his mission. It's about saying goodbye to the one he loves whilst he doesn't wants to and having one final dance on shore. "One for your tears, two for mine and three for the horizon to which we disappear". (tiny fact about me: I was actually classmates with the singer's nephew that had a crush on me in elemantary school)

Levi Ackerman: Claudia De Breij - Mag Ik Dan Bij Jou Means May I Go To You. It's about opening up and showing yourself at your most vulnerable state to a strong protector, the latter role is really befitting for Levi, I mean the song literally opens with "If there comes a war, and I'd need to hide, may I go to you?"

Bertolt Hoover: Paul De Leeuw - Ik Heb Je Lief Means I Hold You Dear. It's just a very sweet romantic song that I can picture Bertolt listening to whilst thinking of you. 'I hold you dear, what am I without you. They are four very small words, and they'll make you a little frightened. I hold you dear, a thousand and one nights long.'

Honorable mention for fluff's sake:

Falco Grice: Melle - Dromen Means 'Dreams'. This was a another finalist song from the Dutch national contest of Junior Eurovision. Not only does Melle have a Falco vibe, but it's a really adorable love song where Melle talks about his dreams of becoming a singer and sharing a life with his crush with whom he will always feel like the little boy he is now, no matter how old he gets. I can totally picture this as a shipping song for Falco and Gabi.

[jaegerisim]

eremika soulmates au but eren is a famous writer and mikasa is a famous actress dating co-star jean kirstein.

So eren sees Mikasa’s soulmark and realizes she is his soulmate and so he writes a book inspired by her and in the film adaptation she is casted as the FL (herself) and eren is depressed cuz he thinks j*ankasa are in love but in reality jean is dating armin. Mikasa realizes they're soulmates but eren has began to date someone and else bc he thinks she is unreachable, angst ensues, etc, they fuck and live happily ever after

[jeanbie]

the suitcase (6) -> part of the 101 days drabble series ; jean kirstein, levi mentioned

📂 You are staying overnight in a motel room. The previous guest has left a suitcase in the closet. It is slightly open and you can see a bundle of hundred dollar bills and the handle of a revolver inside. What else is inside the suitcase, and who owns it? What happens when the owner comes back for it, and knows you’ve seen the contents? Write a story describing the scene that unfolds.

For once in his life, Jean wishes that he didn’t arrive places early.

He’d arrived much earlier than anticipated to the motel; thankfully, the room had been emptied a few hours prior and the old receptionist had let him crash early. It had been grand, until Jean realised he now had no money left, and went to shove his suitcase under the bed, and shoved one out the other side.

“And, what, it’s just been left behind?” Naturally, Jean had called his friends out of panic. “No name? Just a big case full of cash?”

“There’s a name, on the inside,” Jean said, double-checking. “Levi...Ackerman?”

Connie checked Google: “Nobody famous. It just keeps coming up with that big gang, but, even if it was them, it can’t be. Why would they go to that motel? Aren’t they like, anti Smith-Owned property?”

Jean hung up with no new information, and later, a guilty conscience. His stomach was growling, and he had no money left after bunking for one day more at this shitty motel, and so surely, Levi Ackerman wouldn’t notice a missing $20.

At around 11:45pm, Jean sat on his bed, full and slightly less guilty. The TV flickered bokeh colours and he was breaths away from falling asleep, when he heard the door handle rattle. He shot awake, straining to listen. Jean sat deathly silent and only began to panic when the lock clicked and the door swung open, letting three darkly dressed and masked men into the room. One moved all the way in and spotted Jean, deer-eyed at the edge of the bed. His gaze shifted between Jean and the new exposed bag from under the bed, sitting on a chair near where Jean sat atop the bed.

“Hey…”

“Who the fuck are you?” one yelled. Then, Jean noticed the gun in his hand. “You been through our stuff? Huh?”

“I-Are you Levi Ackerman?”

The stranger flinched. “Oh shi-he’s with Levi.”

“What, no, I-!”

“Take him out,” another rasped. “He’ll be our new party trick. You know how it is with these Winged pricks- one’s taken and ten come out to fetch him.”

They ignored all of Jean’s protests- “Wait, no, I’m not with him, I don’t even know who he is!”

“Shut up, pretty boy,” one huffed, and Jean registered the clip on his skull before he fell into an ocean of black.

[ao3feed-eremin]

Underneath Your Clothes (There's an Endless Story)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/UgrG3PT

by grayqueen

Eren's breath catches in his throat, his heart accelerates almost imperceptibly, and he feels a mini-panic attack coming as he stands there like an idiot staring at the cute blond. Recklessly, and unfiltered, Eren is about to tell him that the famous bubble tea spot is next door when the blond speaks again.

“Is Eren here?” he asks and Eren’s heart practically stops altogether when he hears his own name pronounced in that soft voice.

Good, he knows his name that’s introduction enough now all Eren has to do is ask for his number.

“That’s me, how can I help you?” Eren asks partly because does have some good etiquette when he is at work, but also because he actually is wondering what this nerd-looking guy is doing in his —and Ymir’s— studio.

Or

Eren is a tattoo artist and Armin Arlert is the cutest boy in history.

This fic was loosely inspired by Arlert's Otherworldly by Dottylikehottie (because it seems we both love watching Eren pin over cute Armin)

Words: 7517, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Ymir of the 104th (Shingeki no Kyojin), Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss, Jean Kirstein, Mikasa Ackerman

Relationships: Armin Arlert/Eren Yeager, Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss/Ymir of the 104th/Reader

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor, Tattoos, Author Is Not A Tattoo Expert, Eren Yeager Being an Idiot, Eren Yeager is Whipped, Armin Arlert is a Ray of Sunshine, Armin Arlert Loves Eren Yeager, Eren Yeager Loves Armin Arlert, Fluff and Humor, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Long-Haired Eren Yeager, Tongue Piercings, Ear Piercings

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/UgrG3PT

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

yesss pleaseeee write the stalker!jean y/n as a drabble!!! like Jean is just soo 😫i just know he would be a good asl stalker, especially since he is super tall and mysterious 😫

lurk

pairing: jean kirstein x f!reader

word count: 1.7k +

a/n: i didnt proof read this but also this came out super cute but like also terrifying but ily pookie bear jean

tw: stalking, manipulation, drinking, etc

it was cold tonight, nearly below freezing in shiganshina. you hated the cold, you dreaded being bundled up in a billion layers only to still be shivering. however, it was almost christmas and you were running behind on shopping. fortunately for you, the streets were quiet. nobody wanted to be out in this weather. you weren't afraid of the dark. often times, you embraced the peace that came from walking the street alone at night. despite being a woman, shiganshina was a relatively safe city.

the streets and sidewalks were lined with a thing layer of snow with flurries still falling from the sky. there's a glow of warmth from the street lines as you duck into the nearest store. it's a small boutique that's much warmer than outside. there are mannequins strewn about, various pieces on displays and a small jewelry section in the back. you decide to head to the back of the store and work your way up front.

despite being a small array of options, the jewlery they had was beautiful. you pick up a small white box were two silver earrings in the shape of hearts like. you frown as you slide a finger down the side of the container. they were pretty, but it wasnt something your mother would like and that's who you were here for, after all. you ponder getting them for yourself but your face drops when you remember your budget. you sigh and put them back on the shelf while you put your mother first.

as you set them down, you can't shake the feeling of being watched. no, you were definitely being watched. you slowly turn your head around and an exhale when you don't see anybody with their eyes on you. just a few other women browsing about and the shop owner who's ringing up a tall man's purchase. you shake your head. christmas time was always stressful for you and it's certainly showing now.

after finding a suitable necklace for your mom, you bring it up to the cashier. the cashier is a sweet, older lady who is smiling as hard as she can. you feel bad that she has to be out at work during the cold and make small talk about how you'll need to do your holiday baking tomorrow. she laughs and tells you that she's running behind too, and that she's sure you'll get your cookies done in time.

the walk back to your apartment building isn't so bad despite the howling wind. you remind yourself to be thankful for the snow, knowing the toll global warming would eventually take. on the opposite side of the street, there's a nice black car with tinted windows. you take a moment to wonder who was lucky enough to drive such a luxurious car, as you've seen it around town before. quite often actually. although, you've never seen it on your street before. you didn't live in the nicest part of town and you assume it must be somebody's family member visiting for the holidays. you head into the builiding, unaware of the pair of eyes staring at you from within the car.

unfortunately, the next day isn't any warmer. you're smart this time and decide to go shopping early in the day instead of having to brave the cold, harsh night. you drive to the nearest grocery store; your kitchen was tragically empty and lacking all of the ingredients needed to make your famous christmas cookies.

in the baking aisle of the store, you stare at the plethora of options that could either make or break your dessert. you grab a bag of chocolate chips and peanut butter chips. you spin on your heel, ready to move farther down the aisle. classically, you bump right into somebody and unfortunately the carton of eggs you had tucked under your arm before coming to this aisle heads straight to the ground. the lid pops open and eggs fall out, cracking on the ground. ultimately, they crack and the yolks splatter onto your shoes and up your paint leg a little. you let out a gasp and look up into the eyes of a handsome stranger.

his hazel eyes widen as he looks at splattered eggs on your clothing. "i'm so sorry, i didn't see you there." he looks for a way to help you but he's failing.

"it's fine," you sigh. "it's christmas time and we're all in a rush. plus, i'm a little clumsy." you blush as you feel his eyes give you a once over. you clear your throat and his eyes come back up to land on yours.

"i'm the clumsy one this time. i really am sorry. could i at least pay for your stuff?" he tilts his head. you realize just how tall he is as he looms over you, waiting for an answer.

"no, that's alright, really. it's my fault, i told you i'm clumsy. stuff like this happens to me alot." you admit, turning more red by the second. he laughs and rubs the back of his neck. his laugh is deep and hearty.

"oh, c'mon, how else are those cookies going to get made?"

"how did you know i was going to make cookies?" you ask, raising a brow at him. he clears his throat and points at the bags in your arms.

"you're in the baking aisle, after all. eggs and chocolate chips are also two of the most important things when it comes to cookies." he laughs and you feel embarrassed at your stupid question. obviously he knew you were going to be baking, it's that time of year and you are holding the ingredients for them. you laugh with him and choose to accept his generosity, appreciating not having to spend your own money, especially since it was a little tight right now.

after picking out a new carton of eggs, you and the handsome stranger head to the check out line. "my names jean, by the way." he says as he hands the clerk his card. he looks down at you.

"i'm (y/n)." you tell him. he nods his head. he hands you the plastic bag filled with your now paid for groceries. you two walk out of the store together when all of a sudden, he stops you.

"this might be a little cliche and a little too fast, but would you like to go to dinner with me tomorrow? just feel really bad 'bout the eggs 'n all." he shrugs as he makes sure his joke lands.

you know what, what the hell?

"sure, jean."

after exchanging numbers, you two head off in your own separate directions. back at your apartment, the fancy car is still there, just in a slightly different position. you think about how nice it must be to have family come to visit as you head inside.

tomorrow night comes quicker than expected. you had knots in your stomach all morning and you find them still lingering into the evening. you take your time getting ready for your date with jean and you can't shake the feeling of anxiety nestling into your chest.

later on, you park your car at the restaurant jean had texted you to meet him at. it's a high end restaurant and you're relieved you chose to wear one of your nicest dresses and an overcoat. as you make your way to the front door, you see that same black car, tucked neatly into one of the back parking spots. you shake your head as you head into the restaurant.

jean is dressed to the nines. if you thought he was handsome yesterday, you thought he fucking looked deadly tonight. if looks could kill.

jean smiles as you take a seat across from him. you give him a shy smile as you watch him take in your appearance. there's a glimmer of hunger in his eyes that makes you want to sink into your seat. you're self conscious as his eyes devour you but his words come out so calmly. "you look really good."

"thank you." quiet are the words that manage to come from your lips.

you spend the evening making talk of all sort of topics ranging from the weather to the casual, heated arguments about aliens and if they existed or not. you really enjoy your time, finding it n yourself to indulge in a bottle of wine. jean offers to pay for the entire meal as your plates becomes empty. you laugh and make a joke about how rich he must be. he just chuckles in return.

you start to realize just how drunk you are. the heat in your cheeks is radiating and you feel like you're vibrating, just a little. jean hasn't taken his eyes off you once.

"before you go," he starts. he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, white box. "i got you something. now, i know we just officially met but i couldn't help myself."

the words go right over your head as you reach across the table for the little container. you take the lid off and gasp. the pair of little, silver hearts from the store the other night. you become a stuttering mess. "h-how did you.."

your brain begins to move a thousand miles a minute, flashing different pictures your eyes have collected the last few days. it's the black car you've seen all over town. the tall man in the boutique. the black car parked on your street. the feeling of being watched. the cookies. the earrings. the car in a different position.

your words fall out in a whisper as you drop the box onto the table. "you..." jean tilts his head and smirks. he can see the realization in your eyes and the hunger in his grows. you feel helpless in this crowded restaurant, not wanting to make a scene. he watches your rosy cheeks turn pale.

"me? what about me, (y/n)?" his words are condescending.

"you've been watching me. stalking me." you hiss under your breath, hoping it comes out as confident but jean picks up on the shakiness on your voice.

"hmm..? what was that?" you can see the thrill he's getting. you don't answer him. you reach to where you set your phone on the table at the beginning of the date. it isn't there. “oh, my silly (y/n.) you've drank a whole bottle of wine. just however will you get home?"

my jean fanfiction

my ko-fi

[crazychaoticizzy]

Think of Me

Following the arrival of the Eldian Opera House's new managers, a chorus girl is chosen to be the lead in the production.

WARNINGS: none, not unless you really read between the lines

Word Count: 3.4k

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For anyone not used to it, the chaotic hustle around the opera house before a big production might make one dizzy. And for Armin Arlert, that’s exactly what it did.

He stood close to Erwin as the two of them followed Keith Shadis—the famous director and manager of the opera house. Now, Shadis spoke proudly as he gave Armin and Erwin a tour of the place, giving well explained answers to their questions so they could get used to the building more easily.

Backstage was a mess: designers quickly moving to and fro carrying a large assortment of items, janitors airing out sheets or sloshing water around with their mops, stage crew struggling to move around the old pulleys for stage effects, drunks laughing uncontrollably and trying to peep in on changing girls (one held back a piece of the peeling wall, his eye practically glued to what was on the other side).

The ballerinas spoke as they descended stairs, dipping their pointes in chalk before moving to their positions on a bar.

Another woman sang obnoxiously, her voice being so loud and booming Armin could hardly understand what she was saying. The excessive vibrato she added didn’t help, and he found himself trying to decipher what she was singing more than he paid attention to Keith.

He watched as more women marched onto the stage, wearing half made costumes and showcasing imaginary staffs. They organized themselves into three lines, splitting down the middle so a tall and slender man could make himself center stage.

The conductor groaned, hitting his stick against the music stand in front of him.

“What is it, Herr?” he asked, putting his hands on the edges of his stand and slightly leaning forward. “I am rehearsing!”

He put his hand holding the stick out, exaggeratedly motioning to those on the stage. The slim man turned to face whoever was behind him, and it was only then that Armin noticed he was a woman wearing a false beard.

“Marlowe, Historia, Ymir.” Keith nodded his head to each respective person—first the conductor, then to a short woman with an obnoxious headdress on her head, and finally to the woman Armin initially thought was a man. “Hange, cast.” He vaguely motioned to everyone else, softly sighing.

“As I’m sure you all know, rumors of my imminent retirement have been circling around. I am here to tell you that it is true.”

Armin heard someone “Aha!” and saw a couple others holding out their hands to collect money.

“Yes, very sad,” Keith sarcastically said. “These fine gentlemen behind me are now in ownership of the opera house and your new managers. Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce Herr Erwin Smith, and Herr Armin Arlert.”

Everyone gave an obligatory round of applause. Both Erwin and Armin gave tight, closed mouthed smiles.

Both the short and tall women approached them, the shorter blonde one holding her hand out. Armin gently took it and chastely kissed it, watching as Erwin did the same.

“Gentlemen, Historia Fritz, our leading soprano for nearly four seasons, and her wife, Ymir Fritz.”

Armin bowed to both of them. He recognized them now. The first famous sapphic couple in Eldia. Historia being known as Eldia’s Sweetheart due to her public kindness while Ymir was the more attractive one—the one that seemed to have a sexier air about her.

“An honor,” Erwin said, only bowing his head. He stood straight, a proud smile on his face as he spoke to the entirety of the opera house. “If you wouldn’t mind, I would like to introduce the opera house’s new patron as well. Ladies and gentleman, the Viscount Kirstein.”

Erwin stepped to the side, allowing a mostly clear view of the stage entrance behind him. A young man walked in, looking down as he ascended the steps and passed the ballerinas.

“It’s Jean,” one of them quietly whispered to her friend when he passed. “From when I was little, remember?”

Mikasa glanced at him, leaning in to speak. “He’s very handsome, Y/n. Quite a different person from the boy in the photos you have.”

The two girls softly chuckled, continuing to listen as their new managers spoke.

The viscount stood between the two managers, both much taller and slimmer than Y/n remembered. He flashed his perfect teeth, seemingly trying to make eye contact with everyone in the auditorium to make them blush or remember his face.

“A pleasure to meet you. My family and I are always eager to support the theater arts, and we are most grateful for this opportunity.”

He was charming, the words falling from his lips like honey. It was clear he made everyone present swoon (those attracted to men, at least), and a few whispered fantasies were exchanged.

“Now, I believe I’m keeping you from rehearsal?” Jean looked to Marlowe, who was impatiently tapping his fingers against his music stand, for confirmation. “I apologize for having to depart so soon after my introduction, but I will see all of you later tonight at the performance.”

Jean left with a bow, leaving a few chorus girls giddy as he passed them.

Hange Zoё briefly motioned to the ballerinas before quickly walking across the stage to meet Erwin and Armin.

“Come this way.” They grabbed both of their arms, leading them to the side of the stage just as the ballerinas got in lines and began jumping around.

“Welcome!” They shouted to be heard over the grand music the ballerinas danced to. “I’m the ballet instructor, Hange Zoё. Though I’m sure you already knew that.”

They were animated, moving their hands with every word that left their mouth.

“This is our famous dancing corps.” They turned and motioned to the ballerinas dancing behind them. They bent over as others hopped over chains, a few dancing gracefully as a couple moved more erotically. “Though they need more work before tonight.”

The comment went unheard as Armin seemed to zero in on one of the dancers. She seemed to have a more prominent part, because while most everyone was kneeling or laying down, she was one of the two dancing proudly.

“Is that . . .” Armin trailed off, trying to think of what her name could possibly be.

Hange hummed, turning her head in the direction of his gaze. “Oh, Y/n L/n. The only child to the famous Marleyan cellist.”

“Aren’t both of her parents deceased?” Erwin asked, looking at Y/n before looking at Hange.

“Yes. I took her into my arms when that happened and now she’s like a daughter to me.” There was a slight implication to her words as she glared at them, gently pushing them. “Step aside.”

Hange took a few steps to their left as Armin and Erwin followed. The spot they stood in soon had a couple dancers gathered there, and based on the way the song sounded, it seemed like it was going to end soon.

Historia strutted across the stage. She stood front and center and Armin realized that the unpleasant voice singing earlier belonged to her.

Historia was looking their way as she sang at the top of her lungs. Armin didn’t notice because of the sudden amount of ballerinas standing in front of him and Erwin.

Props were brought out as the song reached its loudest point, and the girls closest to the managers turned to them. Two wrapped the fake chains around Armin and Erwin’s necks, winking at them and continuing their routine.

Historia noticed, and her voice became louder as if trying to win their attention back.

Armin leaned back, nervously chuckling when they began kicking up and “accidentally” showing more than they needed.

“Stop, stop stop stop!” Historia suddenly yelled just before the song officially ended. Cymbals clashed together, and she sent a glare in the conductor’s direction before stomping over to where Hange and the managers stood.

“This is ridiculous. They are more interested in the chorus than they are the main character!”

“Well, Historia, it’s a bit hard to focus on anything else when these girls are right in their faces,” Hange said, snapping their fingers at the dancers. They quickly scattered, giggling as they ran off to different spots on the stage.

Armin finally was given a chance to breathe, straightening out and looking at Historia.

“I assure you that was not my intention,” Armin said, cheeks flushed. He cleared his throat. He thought about complimenting her voice, but decided against it because he wasn’t sure if he could bring himself to do that. 

Keith Shadis had retreated somewhere private, only just now coming back.

“What’s going on?” His voice boomed, almost creating an echo in the auditorium with the power behind it.

He seemed to piece together what was going on just as Historia began talking, because he sighed and said, “Frau Historia, I can assure you that their attention was not on the ballerinas.”

“That is false! You didn’t see the way they were looking at them.”

Armin couldn’t quite wrap his head around why Historia was so pressed about this—she was already married, after all, and seemed to be in a very happy relationship based on all the pictures he saw.

Ymir came up behind Historia, softly putting a hand on her shoulder. “Love, calm down.

After Historia jerked Ymir’s hand off her shoulder and said something in a different language, she walked away. Ymir was left rubbing her temples, quietly reminding herself that she loved Historia.

Armin wondered if that was true.

“I’m leaving! If my new managers are not excited by their lead soprano then I refuse to do it!” Historia said, throwing her arms up as she stomped towards the exit. “It’s good I do it now before this show ruins my career anyways!”

She reached up, undoing something on her headdress before carelessly tossing it to the floor.

Shadis let out a long, tired sigh before glancing at Erwin. “You’d better go and convince her otherwise. She’s all we got.”

Erwin nodded, grabbing Armin by the arm and following Historia. Erwin began saying praises to her, calling her a mistress of song and goddess of music. Armin felt like he needed to grovel as well.

“Doesn’t Elissa have an aria in Act Three? Do you think you could give us a sample of that?”

Historia stopped, hands on her hips as she turned around. She looked at Armin for a moment, her gaze hard as stone.

“Yes, but I don’t have my costume for it because some people are incompetent and can’t seem to grasp the concept of time management!” she said, her voice gradually growing louder with each word she said. Her face flushed as her eyes became glassy, and it was clear she was trying to cry. “This entire thing is a joke, and I hate the fucking headdress!”

Armin slightly flinched back at her loud voice before quickly righting himself.

She can’t be the only option, right? he thought.

“Surely, though, you could give us just a hint at your talent?” Erwin asked. He went along with what Armin suggested, giving him a gentle pat on the back. “Unless, of course, your conductor objects?”

Erwin looked behind him at where Marlowe stood, hands clutching the sides of his music stand so tight his knuckles turned white. He opened his mouth to speak, but Historia held a hand up.

“Fine.” She dabbed at her fake tears, careful not to ruin her elaborate makeup. “If my managers command. Herr Freudenberg?”

Marlowe let out a heavy breath, standing straight. “If the queen commands.”

Historia nodded, snapping her fingers and yelling for everyone to be quiet as she returned to the center of the stand.

Armin asked Shadis why he was retiring before he left, to which Shadis quickly replied, “My health.” It was a lie Armin didn’t believe now that he had seen how the Eldia’s Sweetheart could truly be. 

Historia softly nodded as the song started, holding her arm out. She glanced at Armin and Erwin before beginning to sing.

She didn’t have the right tone for the song, her voice high and scratchy, almost as if being a soprano wasn’t in her vocal range. She added an unnecessary amount of vibrato, making it unclear what exactly she was saying.

Armin internally cringed, making a note to talk about replacing Historia later with Erwin. His face, though, held a soft smile and look of approval to contrast his displeasure.

Something snapped, making Armin look up and see one of the rolled up backgrounds falling to the ground. His eyes widened, and he quickly moved forward to try and move Historia out of the way.

The fabric reached her before he did, and Historia was partially crushed underneath it. She gasped dramatically when Armin moved the roll off her, screaming and cursing in another language.

“It wasn’t me!” someone exclaimed. The rolled background was pulled back up. Armin craned his head to look up, seeing a man wearing a simple beige button up with dark hair working the mechanics. “Neither Reiner nor I were at our posts.”

“D’you think it was the opera ghost?” one of the chorus girls asked.

“Oh, imagine if it was,” another said, almost dreamily.

Others seemed more panicked at the mention of this opera ghost. The air around them seemed to change, becoming colder and more eerie. Armin saw Hange sneaking away, going off somewhere secluded.

He thought about asking who this opera ghost was, but couldn’t even get a word out before Historia was throwing another fit.

“I’ve had it! This has been happening for as long as I’ve been the lead soprano, and no one has stopped it from happening. Not my first manager, not Shadis and most certainly not you two!” She pointed to Armin and Erwin.

Erwin opened his mouth to say something, getting out one unintelligible word before Historia continued.

“I’m really leaving this time, see! Walking away and I’m not coming back.”

She really was walking away, being followed by Ymir.

Neither Armin nor Erwin thought it was worth chasing her. Instead, the two let out a sigh.

Marlowe loudly cursed, now complaining that they had no main star, and thus no show.

Armin asked about an understudy, only for that suggestion to be shot down when Marlowe stressed that Historia always refused to have an understudy.

Erwin softly asked if there was a chance of Historia coming back, knowing that there wasn’t but quietly asking Armin anyway.

Hange appeared beside them, being sure to keep Armin and Erwin on their right side so they could see them clearly.

“Doubt it. She’s very flaky. Like a cat. But anyways, I have a letter for you two from the opera ghost.” Hange smiled as they handed Armin the letter.

It was a crisp envelope, much nicer than any Armin had ever seen, and it was sealed with crimson wax in the shape of a head.

“The ghost again? I’m sure he’s nothing more than a fairy tale,” Armin commented, only to go unheard.

“He welcomes you to his opera house—“

“His opera house?” Erwin said as Hange continued speaking.

“—and asks that you continue to leave box five empty and open for his use.” Hange motioned to one of the balcony seats, the box known to have the best view of the stage, as Armin opened the letter and read it.

“He also requests that we continue leaving him a twenty thousand coin salary monthly,” Armin said after reading the sign-off. He handed it to Erwin, who seemed shocked beyond belief.

“Twenty thousand? That’s excessive, no? Especially for someone we haven’t even met.” Erwin read over the letter more than once, his eyes seemingly unable to conceive the words written.

“Herr Shadis used to leave him that. I’m sure with the viscount as your patron you can manage more?” Hange smirked, knowingly teasing them. They didn’t respond to Erwin’s indirect order of meeting the phantom, instead pretending they didn’t hear it.

“We were hoping to make that announcement public later this evening after the show, but now it seems we can’t do that.” Erwin breathed out, unintentionally crushing the letter in his hand as Hange stepped away. “That’s a full house, Armin. We’d have to refund a full house. Do you have any idea how much money that is?”

Hange had made their way over to one of the dancers, who was talking to another chorus member as she retied the ribbons on her pointes.

“Y/n L/n could sing it. Her lessons have really paid off.” Hange gently placed a hand on Y/n’s shoulder, making her stop conversation with Mikasa and look up at the sound of her name.

“A chorus girl?” Erwin asked tentatively, unsure.

“We should give it a try, Erwin,” Armin quietly said. “We have no other options.”

Erwin sighed, motioning Y/n forward. “Who has been giving you lessons?”

Y/n glanced to her side at Mikasa, who softly nudged her forward before approaching her managers.

“I don’t know his name, sir,” she softly said, bowing when she was in front of them.

Erwin almost rejected her, but Armin gave him a look and he obliged. “Alright, then. The aria?”

Y/n nodded as the two moved away and allowed her to have the stage. She nervously glanced back at Hange and Mikasa, who both nodded with encouraging smiles, when the music started.

In the time she took to start Erwin made a brief, quiet comment about this only making him more nervous. That gave Y/n some motivation, as she wanted to impress. She had always wanted to be an opera singer, and right now was her one chance to snag that position.

She started nearly half a beat late, but the sound of her voice—light and airy compared to Historia, but still powerful—ceased any other comments Erwin had. Her nerves seemed to get the best of her, because she took a step back. She felt Hange’s soft hold on her arm, and she turned her head to look at them as she continued.

“You got this,” they quietly said, smiling before letting go of her arm and stepping back with Mikasa.

Y/n smiled, and before she knew it she was in the dressing room meant for Historia.

Her costume for the aria was elaborate, red and green and covered in gold accents everywhere you looked. The costume designers had really come through with this one. Her hair was pulled back to better show her face, and thin golden chains decorated her person everywhere.

She felt alive on that stage, and in that moment she knew this is exactly what she was meant to do. Her smile was so bright and genuine it could’ve lit up the world, and there was an obvious tone of excitement in her voice as she sang.

She almost didn’t believe it, and was expecting to wake up from this absolute dream any moment. She only decided it was real when she felt hot with the lights surrounding her.

She knew, somewhere deep down, that her Angel of Music was listening to her. She knew that her father was smiling down at her with pride, and she felt good knowing that both figures had helped her reach this point.

Her Angel of Music was listening. Down, somewhere deep in the underground tunnels of the opera house, he was listening to her angelic voice knowing he had created it. He closed his eyes, leaning against the wall as he simply listened.

In box five, someone else was listening and falling deeply in love with the woman on stage. Viscount Jean Kirstein, the only occupant in the box, entranced as he stared at Y/n in awe. He had suspected he’d known her long ago, and that fact was only confirmed when he heard her voice.

Jean left box five just as Hange was walking up to the box, and they quickly hid in the shadows so as not to be seen.

Even if they were in plain sight Jean wouldn’t have noticed them. He was too focused on trying to find flowers and being the first to see Y/n after the opera.

When Y/n finished her performance, she beamed as the entire audience simultaneously stood and gave her a round of applause. She almost wasn’t sure what to do with herself, but the curtains eventually closed and she giddily ran back to Mikasa, silently screaming with her as she was congratulated by the entire cast.

And when the curtains were pulled back once more to give thanks to the cast and helpers, Y/n was handed so many bouquets of flowers she needed help carrying them.

But she had never been more proud of herself in her life, and she was glad she was sharing this moment with her father, her Angel of Music, and Mikasa.

I hope you all enjoyed the second chapter for this.

ngl I had like zero motivation and then suddenly I wanted to write it and I finished this in one day

anyways, my statements from last time still stand, and if you'd like to be tagged just comment or DM me

-Izzy <3

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