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pr1ncessm00n · 3 years

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ohhh, and can i ask for 13 with jean kirschtein, please? 🥺 that's me again haha (i'm the anon who asked about prompt with levi). i'm sorry in advance if only one request from one person is possible, it's okay if you don't want to write about this. thank you for the event ❤️

a/n: you can request as much as you'd like!! i am also working on your levi request :) thank you for asking and i hope you enjoy this!!

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Request #2: One gets lost and has to hold the other’s hand - Jean Kirstein x fem!Reader requested by: anon warnings: fake blood, "scary" descriptions, clowns, and mentions of anxiety. jean being a big ol simp hehe

synopsis: When your friend group decides to drag you along to a Horror Attraction, you find yourself in Jean's company and in need of his guidance!

wordcount: 1.8k words

“Connie! Stop!” You screeched.

You were already nervous, and Connie’s little pranks were not helping. He kept howling and wiggling his fingers near your ear which made you think a spider was crawling on your shoulder.

“Aw, c’mon. Gotta get you hyped up, Y/N!” Connie shook you excitedly. You scowled, shooting Sasha a dirty look as she was partially responsible for caffeinating Connie to this level. Sasha shrugged, joining Connie in laughter.

You were standing in line with Connie, Sasha, Eren, Mikasa, Jean, Marco and Armin for the latest attraction to hit your tourist town: a haunted house, based on the latest horror movie.

You were notoriously a scaredy-cat and terrified of anything having to do with bugs or insects. Scary movies were especially on your list of things to avoid.

But you had been outnumbered, as the majority of the group (besides Armin) had been yearning for the chance to go to the Haunted House ever since they announced its opening in the beginning of October. It was now Hallow’s Eve, ensuring the attraction was packed to the max the night before closing. You wanted to strangle Eren for suggesting that date, as he claimed it was “spookier” and according to rumors they planned to pull out the best frights for last.

A fact that you wished you had not known. Now, as you stared at the menacing house, towering over you, your knees grew wobbly and you considered begging them to just leave you outside. You bit on your nails anxiously, your heartbeat pounding as you could only imagine what horrors waited inside for you.

“We’re almost in!” Eren excitedly motioned for the moving line. Your stomach dropped to your knees.

You wanted nothing more than to run away screaming.

“Great.” You muttered.

You felt someone nudge you. You looked up, and realized it was Jean, who was smiling softly at you.

“You okay?” He questioned.

You nodded, albeit not too convincingly. Noticing your colorless complexion and your wavering smile, he raised an eyebrow.

“You sure? Doesn’t seem like you mean it.”

“I don’t wanna ruin the fun.” You admitted.

Jean shook his head at your sentiment. “I highly doubt you will. These things are overpriced tourist traps. I can already see these idiots complaining once they’re through about how overrated it was.” He nodded at Connie and Eren, who were chest pumping each other as an exasperated Mikasa watched with her hand on her temple.

You giggled. He did have a point. The people who left the house did seem somewhat bored, almost disappointed. Maybe the house wasn’t that scary after all.

“I just hope there’s no bugs.” You shuddered.

Jean grinned. “You scared of a tiny bug?”

You shoved him lightly. “Yes, and what about it?”

Jean chuckled. “Nothing, I just didn’t think someone as sassy as you would get psyched out by a little critter with wings”

You scoffed. “That’s what you think until they’re crawling up your nose in your sleep.” Jean laughed, earning the attention of the group.

“Why are you laughing? You should be scared.” Connie said in a terrible impersonation of Dracula.

“The only thing scary is how shiny your head is.” Jean quipped, placing Connie in a headlock.

The group erupted in laughter, teasing each other. You made eye contact with Armin, who looked almost as flustered as you felt. You walked over, nodding at him.

“Hey, Y/N.” He greeted. “Are you scared, too?” He added in a lower voice.

You nodded. “I’m gonna shit my pants.”

Armin chuckled. “Same.”

The line progressed excruciatingly slowly, but after a while your group had arrived at the front gates. You needed to show ID to the bouncers, a thought which scared you even more. Why would they not allow children into the house unless it was extremely frightening? You clutched Armin’s arm, and he shot you a wide eyed look of concern, having thought the same thing as you.

Once you had all made it past the entrance, you huddled in the hallway before commencing the “adventure” (much to the annoyance of the workers).

“Okay, we gotta split into pairs or else we won’t be able to go to everything we want to do individually.” Eren announced.

“Huh?” You exclaimed.

“We’ll meet up once we all get a chance to go through it at the exit.” Eren continued. “I’ll go with Mikasa.”

“I call Sasha!” Connie bounded over to Sasha and nearly toppled her.

“I’ll go with Armin.” You spoke up. You were about to join his side, when Eren spoke up.

“Nuh uh. You guys are just gonna huddle together in a corner and not participate.” Eren crossed his arms. “Marco will go with Armin, Jean with Y/N.”

“I don’t think that’s fair!” Armin protested. But before he could continue his argument (with your support) the group was moving forward, ignoring Armin and heading in the direction of their desired horror sight.

Jean raised his eyebrows at you, an amused smile on his lips. His hands were in his pockets, and you couldn’t deny how handsome he looked in just a sweatshirt and cargos. “So, where do we start? I don’t have a particular thing I wanted to see.”

You sighed. “The least scariest, please.”

He nodded and turned his back to you to look at the signs advertising which monster filled path to take. “Hmm… Zombies, Aliens, Clowns… Can’t say anything sounds too appealing.” He murmured.

You chuckled. “Well, what’s the scariest? So we can avoid it.”

“Definitely the clowns.”

You rolled your eyes at his sarcastic tone. “Lead the way.”

You followed him to the dark hallway, glancing over your shoulder in paranoia. You could feel the hairs on your arms rise and sweat begin to form on your forehead. The spooky music and fog was not helping to lighten your mood and regret began to set in as you realized perhaps you had underestimated the horror of clowns.

The lights suddenly turned off, causing you to yelp and clutch onto Jean’s sweatshirt in fear.

“Woah, okay, I guess we’re supposed to develop night vision.” Jean joked. “Unless this isn’t part of the plan?”

You heard the teasing lilt in his voice but you were too scared to joke back. You were already on edge and the worst began to plague your mind. What if this wasn’t part of the plan and the lights had gone out for real? What if the scary attractions were actually real and a part of some diabolical scam to feed haunted animatronics? Or what if some crazed maniac owned the haunted house and wanted to live out his sadistic dreams of torturing people? You began hyperventilating, your eyes frantically searching for the exit.

Then, the first clown came out.

“Let’s play a game!” It cackled maniacally. It was holding what you hoped was a fake bloodied knife, but you were not willing to stick around and find out before you took off running down the hallway, what you hoped were Jean’s footsteps behind you.

“Y/N!” You heard Jean call after you. “Wait up!”

You paused to lean over your knees, panting for breath. Your heart pounded in your ears but you seemed to have outrun the hellish clown. You made out Jean’s outline in the dark approaching you.

“You barely let the clown introduce himself,” Jean pouted. “He said his name was Pennywise and that he loved children.”

“Not funny.” You choked out.

“Sorry, sorry. But damn, you really are scared huh?” Jean patted your back reassuringly.

“No, I just enjoy putting myself through torturous events designed to scare me.” You glared at him. How can someone so pretty be so dense?

Jean laughed at your sour mood. “C’mon, let’s find the exit. Fuck this.” He extended his hand to help you steady yourself.

Just as you were about to accept it, a voice screeched, and the lights began to turn on and off, revealing “bloodied” walls and various clowns holding sharp weapons in the hallway. You screamed, rushing away from a clown who had placed itself between yourself and Jean. Your back hit what you hoped was a wall, and you heard other patrons screaming in fear as well.

“Jean!” You called, unable to locate him in the crowded hallway.

You screamed once more as a clown honked his nose at you before it twirled away.

You nearly threw a punch when you felt a hand grab your shoulder. You turned wildly, eyes flashing murderously. You had had about enough of the stupid clowns.

“It’s me, it’s me!” Jean’s voice shouted over the noise.

You dropped your defensive stance. “Where do we go?” You wailed.

You heard someone scream and you assumed they had come in contact with a dreaded clown.

“Let’s go back the way we came.” Jean suggested. “Follow me.”

He began making his way through the crowd in the opposite direction. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure you were following him, but you kept falling behind as people filled the hallway. After you were almost pulled in the other direction again, Jean turned back, and before you could question it, he grabbed your hand firmly.

He began walking and seeing no choice but to follow him, you did. Jean’s hand wrapped around yours felt foreign and strange, his cold hand a contrast to your warm one. You felt blood rush to your face and you were momentarily thankful it was dark so he couldn’t see you blush. He looked back once more, shooting you a small smile.

Soon you had reached the entrance of the forsaken hallway. Strangely, he didn’t loosen his grip on your hand or separate.

You decided not to, either.

“I think I underestimated the clowns.” You whispered.

Jean let out a deep laugh. “I think I just developed a new fear.”

“You think it was real blood?”

“I wouldn’t put it past them.” Jean replied with widened eyes.

You giggled at his response. “Eren’s gonna be so mad at us.”

Jean grinned. “Then let him have a go at the clowns, see if he makes it out.”

You both laughed, deciding to catch up with the group at the exit.

The whole time, you pretended not to notice how Jean’s hand remained intertwined with yours, or how he rubbed your thumb with his as you spoke. You didn’t mind, and you also didn’t catch the fleeting glances he shot at you.

After you had regrouped, Eren directed his attention to you. Apparently, the Haunted House had not reached their expectations, its reputation exaggerated. “So, what did you think, scaredy cat?” he asked.

You blushed, glancing at Jean, then looked down at you and Jean’s still interlocked hands. “It wasn’t so bad… I had a pretty good time.”

Jean smiled, blushing and looking down at his feet bashfully. “Same.” he agreed.

Your heart fluttered, and you thought to yourself that clowns weren’t so bad after all.

a/n: i absolutely loved writing this!! i think it was better than 90% of my jean fic LMFAO 😭

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retrohachi · 3 years

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when we were young random headcanons (1/???)

warnings: none besides this isn’t proofread and i was just spittin bc i’m bored LOL

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- y/n and annie would talk a lot of shit about the boys during training breaks growing up

- pieck would always ask y/n to hangout a lot growing up but since she was always with annie that didn’t happen a lot. but when y/n would come around the two of them would have so much fun together.

- speaking of pieck; her family loves y/n. that’s why pieck’s dad made y/n the star necklace before she left for paradis. they thought of y/n as another daughter.

- pieck brings up y/n the most out of all of the warriors who stayed in marley, even more than porco. pieck feels about y/n the way y/n feels about annie.

- porco thinks a lot about y/n when she’s away in paradis. he has a million tattered love letters in his desk he wants to give her when she comes back

- porco developed a crush on y/n when there was a week annie was out sick from training. he liked her sense of humor

- if it wasn’t for the titan curse, porco sometimes thinks about what spending a life with y/n would be like, if they had some chance at normalcy. even though he knows deep down you’ll never feel that way about him. he likes the make pretend for brief moments.

-if you never met jean,stayed in marley and never inherited a titan; you’d definitely end up marrying porco

- reiner wanted a friendship with y/n growing up but things never worked out the way he wanted to.

- he thought you were funny but he’d never let you know that

- above all, reiner really admired you growing up and was totally jealous of how naturally things came to you.

- he’s happy you start talking to him again in the cadets. (again, even though he’d never let you know.)

- y/n and reiner are each other’s safe space but they’d never ever admit it

- annie pictured you being in her life until you both died

- like porco, she thinks about what a life with you could’ve been if you had normal lives. she used to think you guys would be friends forever but too much shit changed you both since coming to paradis

- okay speaking of paradis

-jean

-jean always thinks it but his words don’t do justice for how truly he means it : you are and will forever be the prettiest girl he’ll ever meet

- he’s always doodled random people when he’s bored but ever since he met y/n, for some reason his doodles always end up looking like you

- jean used to attempt to flirt with y/n but gave up when he realized how much better you were at it. plus he found the more acted like himself, you liked that more

- y/n has an awful habit of picking at her fingers. 90 percent of the time she won’t even notice she’s doing it but you know who does? you guessed it. jean.

- he’ll never call you out on it because he doesn’t want to make you embarrassed. so he find if he just slowly intertwines his fingers with yours you’ll quit it. he’s happy it helps you but it’s definitely his excuse just to hold your hand

- y/n is a year and half older than jean and he’ll never not let her live it down. he jokes all of the time about liking “older women” just to piss her off.

- that doesn’t mean y/n won’t use “WELL I’M OLDER THAN YOU” in arguments though just to piss jean off as equally much

- after the first cliff encounter, despite everything, jean still ended up writing his mom back because he promised you he would

- and in the letter he wrote his mom he told her about you

- sasha and connie tease jean so much about liking you

- but they notice since jean met you he’s happier and they’re just happy for that

- anyways

- one time connie made a deez nuts joke at the table during dinner and no one laughed but you. ever since then connie always liked you

- sasha will refer to you as her “gloomy little brat” but she likes how you contrast her. she’s thankful she met you

- just like jean, sasha also wrote her family about you. she was so excited to have a bunkie like you, she just HAD to tell them. as she gets to you know she absolutely sees you as a sister

- speaking of siblings let’s talk ab paul

- paul would bring y/n home little gifts from wherever he was sent off to. it’s something she always looked forward to when he came home

- y/n kept every single gift and they’re still in her childhood home in marley

- when candidate choosing was happening paul got to suggest who should inherit his titan. the mayhem titan always went to someone in your family

- he knew how much porco cared about you; so he suggested porco should be the one to inherit his titan and not you

- obviously things worked out differently, but he just wanted to dream for a moment about you living a normal life

- when paul was back home in marley, he’d play piano in his free time.

- your family had this real nice wooden one in your living room he’s practice on

- he was actually really good and tried teaching you some but you were ass at it

- so you’d just lay on the couch and listen to him play as you fell asleep

- since paul died, no one has touched the piano in your house

- his room also remained untouched, even after all these years

- paul also did yn’s hair sometimes. it would just be a ponytail and it looked horrendous tbh. there were bumps everywhere and a crooked bow tied in the back but you still wore it just bc your brother tried for you

- when you inherit a titan shifters titan, you inherit their memories

- since you took your brothers titan, you’re not sure how much of his memories you even see. you both had similar childhoods so sometimes it feels like both of your memories were just combined

- sometimes you’ll have dreams about paul and things he did, but you don’t know if they’re just meaningless dreams or his memories. you try not to think about it or else you start crying

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LOL i have more but for now i hope y’all enjoy theses. idk when chapter 11 will be out and if you ask i’ll bite you 😟😟😟😟😟😟

if you’re finding this and have no idea what the fuck this is these are headcanons for a fic i write on wattpad called when we were young, my user on there is retroackerman (same as here lol)

LOL PEACE AND LOVE

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theepisceswriter · 3 years

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Taking you to Pound town AOT edition (Jean, Reiner, Zeke, Erwin)

Synopsis: Hehe, how some of the men of AOT get when they get into that zone during sex.

TW: be prepared to read some manhandling babes, GN!reader, mature things obviously, dirty talk, 18+, MINOR DNI!

JEAN

Doggystyle with Jean is literally heaven on earth. This man knows how to position himself and hold you down in a way that has you feeling every single inch of him sliding in and out with each thrust and he’s ruthless with it too. Has you pent down on the bed with his body weight and places his hand on the small of your back to steady himself and force your back into more of an arch. And you try to run away from the dick because it’s too much and hitting that spot just a little too good? He’s grabbing your hips and pushing you right back down on to him if he has to. “Aht aht, where are you going? Move your hand I know you can take this dick. You’ve done it plenty of times before, baby.” Ugh, he’s such a menace. And as if pounding into you brutally from behind with no mercy for your poor g-spot wasn’t enough, he stands up on the mattress and puts one hand on the wall and starts to go in as he nears his orgasm. Both of you are dripping with sweat at this point and when you turn around you expect to see Jean close to passing out from exhaustion but it’s the complete opposite; his eyebrows are furrowed with concentration and sweat is beginning to form on his forehead as he focuses on your pleasure, trying to get you just as close to your orgasm as he is right now.

REINER

Reiner’s favorite position is with you on top so he can watch those titties bounce or let them smack him in his face. It’s also hot as hell to him to watch your hips rut up against him desperately as you try to match the roughness of his thrusts when he’s in control. It’s so hilarious to him to see how even with his dick inside of you, you can’t please yourself the way that he can, so he finally takes pity on you and moves you two to a position where you’re both on your side. “All you have to do is lay there, love. Don’t worry I’ll take good care of you.” And he does exactly that! At first he’d start off at a slow sensual pace to get you adjusted to him and his length, because we all know he’s packing, and eventually he’d get hungry for more and move your leg over his hips and that’s when you know that he’s about to go to work. His hips begin rutting up against yours at a pace that has his balls slapping against your most sensitive parts with each thrust and at one point the two of you move from the middle of it close to the edge because his thrusts are just that powerful enough to move the body weight of the two of you. Despite the fact that he’s literally talking into your shit like a jackhammer from behind, he’s whispering sweet nothings and praises into your ear. “You’re taking my cock so well. It was meant just for you and you only, it’s all yours.” “You make me feel so good. No one else has ever made me feel as good as you before. No one even comes close.” And don’t even get me started on the neck kisses that this man is giving you; lips suctioning the sweet spot in the crevice of your neck and soothing over his bite marks with his warm tongue.

ZEKE

Like Reiner, Zeke likes you on top too but to give you that false sense of you being in control. He might let you have a minute or two of you controlling the pace to let you think that you’re in charge but out of nowhere he’ll grab hold of your hips and just start pounding into you from behind. I’m not talking about no regular degular thrusting, but some fast pounding that has everything on your body jiggling and makes the sound of your skin slapping against his sound like thunder. And I just know he’d make fun of you for the way you were riding him earlier. “Is that how you ride a dick? C’mon I know you can do better than that. It’s all yours so ride it like it is. Or do I have to show you how?” You can’t even speak because he’s giving it to you that good, you’re a moaning incoherent mess on top of him and, like the menace of society he is, he makes fun of you and degrades you so bad from below. “Awww, you gonna cum for me huh? Look at you, so fucked out and dick drunk that you can’t even talk.” And just to add to him already demolishing you he drops a hand between your legs and starts rubbing/stroking you until your thighs are clenching around his hand and your thighs are drenched with arousal. Best believe he’s going to overstimulate you to the point where having another orgasm is damn near painful and your legs convulse with each fondle and thrust he sends up into you. I wouldn’t be surprised if you got a rash on your thighs from all that friction and you most definitely have bruises on your hips from where his hands were.

ERWIN

HEADBOARD GRABBER! HEADBOARD GRABBER! When Erwin put them hands on the headboard in front of him just know that he’s about to go to WORK. You two don’t even have to start off in missionary, if he feels that you’re getting close to your orgasm he’ll flip you two over so that he’s on top and uses the headboard behind you two to sturdy himself while he goes at it. And when I say go at it I mean it. He’s like a completely different Erwin; neat hair messy all over his hair, feral grunts and groans leaving his mouth, sweat dripping from his chiseled body, and thrusting at a force that’s guaranteed to make you sore tomorrow. His knuckles are ghostly white as he grips the headboard and he’s most definitely going to either break it or crack it to the point where you need a whole new headboard. The neighbors hate you two because the sound of the headboard knocking against the wall before he grabbed on it was already annoying, but now he’s practically slamming it against the wall and leaving the whole room shaking and bed creaking as he brings you to the best orgasms of your life. Yes orgasms, plural, because at that speed there’s no way you’re having anything less than two orgasms. As soon as the tsunami of your first orgasm washes over you, you immediately feel the build up of a second one in your stomach and luckily he finishes soon after you finish your second orgasm. He’s so into it that anything that isn’t a moan hardly leaves his lips but every now and then he’ll slip in phrases to coax you into your orgasm like, “Yeah, that’s it just like that, baby. Cum all over my cock for me.” This man is dangerous when he gets into that zone. There’s no way you’re walking the next day.

#something sweet for y’all real quick while I try to demolish this school work #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #aot imagines #aot smut #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun smut #erwin smith x reader #erwin smith smut #porco galliard x reader #porco galliard smut #jean kirchstein x reader #jean kirchstein smut #zeke jaeger smut #zeke jaeger x reader #Spicy.

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emepe · 3 years

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You and Me and Nothing More. Chapter 16

☆ Pairing: Jean x Reader (friends to lovers, slow burn), Eren x Reader (lovers to ?)

☆ General info: 18+, modern college au, multi-chapter fic, fluff & smut

☆ Chapter info: A familiar face you almost didn’t recognize crosses your path while you run errands for your first month-iversary with Jean.

☆ Warnings: oral sex (female + male receiving), vaginal fingering, raw sex.

☆ Summary: Who would you fall for if not for each other? You were so used to having each other around, never did it occur to either of you that there could be something more.

Links: AO3 | Masterlist

The weight of the recently purchased lingerie inside the bag hanging on your wrist made you giddy.

As you walked out of the store, with your mind distracted by the excitement of seeing Jean later that night, you failed to notice the form walking by the minute you stepped foot outside, causing you to bump into them and both of you to lose your balance momentarily.

Rushing out apologies as you looked up to face them, it took a few seconds for your brain to register the familiar face surrounding those intensely green eyes.

“Eren,” you voiced, though his name came out more like a question.

He was holding on to your shoulders in an attempt to help you regain your balance, startled by your sudden fumble and also by the fact that you were really there, right in front of him after weeks of not coming across your face.

He seemed to be at a loss for words for a few seconds, though you couldn’t manage to say much else than his name, either.

He looked different. His eyes still held their usual kindness, nothing less than the gentle gaze that’s always been reserved for you. But his hair… his hair was different. It didn’t seem like a fresh cut, but rather one that had been growing out for about a month. It was no longer tied in the effortless bun you had taught him to style months back; it was much too short for that now, with remnants of what seemed to have been choppy bangs hovering just above his eyebrows and the longest strands barely reaching to his neck.

For a second, you wondered if there was anything different about you, or if it took him just the same amount of time to process who you were. It had only been a month but he looked so different, and though you remembered him fondly, for a split second he had felt like a stranger.

“Hi,” he breathed, as he retracted his touch from your form. “You okay?”

You nodded, still transitioning out of your stupor.

You stood awkwardly. Waiting for an excuse to leave or for something to be spoken that would ease the tension, you weren’t sure. Eren stepped up to the plate before you, choosing the latter.

“Doing some shopping?”

His question reminded you of exactly where you were standing, what store you were leaving before you bumped into each other, and when his eyes traveled from the inside of the store — with various mannequins in seductive poses and posters of models doing the same — to the small bag hanging on your wrist with the store’s logo stamped on the front, you instinctively tried to hide it. But he had seen, and though he didn’t do or say anything to put you on the spot, you still saw the corners of his lips quirk into a faint smile and the apples of his cheeks tint with a soft pink.

“Yeah, just… getting some stuff for… a thing,” you replied, thinking you might as well own it considering he’d reacted with the same level of embarrassment but changing your mind at the last moment.

“With Jean?” he asked then, finally peering at you once more. His tone held no accusations or resentment but rather genuine curiosity, an innocent question, a casual conversation.

You didn’t reply, only chewed the inside of your cheek meekly, but he knew.

He wasn’t surprised. He knew it was bound to happen after the way you reacted at Marco’s party. The only obstacles you and Jean ever faced were realizing your feelings for each other and admitting to them. He figured if you were living together, the truth he had been hit with that night would eventually come forth between you. He didn’t resent you for it, at least not anymore.

“You want to grab some coffee?” he asked suddenly, his voice and eyes equally emanating hope.

“Oh.. um… actually…” You struggled to find an excuse. It’s not that you didn’t want to accept his offer, but you didn’t think you could handle any more awkwardness with the topic of Jean and your obviously blooming — but unconfessed — relationship lingering in the air.

Though there was no reason to — you never lied, you never cheated — you felt a pang of guilt over having moved on with none other than the guy you told him not to worry about. It was complicated and you had been oblivious, not to mention confused over what you felt for either of them until it hit you in the face.

“This doesn’t have to be awkward, you know?” he murmured your worries aloud. “I won’t do anything weird… I know you’re with him.”

You stared guiltily at your shoes, unsure of how to respond. He leaned forward and tilted his head to reconnect with your gaze, his eyes warm and reassuring.

“Come on,” he encouraged you softly, “I have some time to kill while I wait for someone. I could use the company… you know… of a friend.”

He smiled at you. It took you a few moments but you eventually smiled back, causing his eyes to brighten.

If you were honest with yourself, you missed him. Not in an “I want him back” kind of way but Eren would never not have a special place in your heart. He was the first person to pursue you that genuinely cared about you and the first you ever came to trust. You loved him dearly and in every way, though the present form of that endearment was of the kind bestowed to a partner in crime, a friend, a person you trusted with your life without crossing the line of romance — the kind you thought you felt for Jean before you were awoken to the truth.

“Sure,” you murmured.

As the two of you made your way to the mall’s coffee shop, you stole a couple of glances in his direction.

“You cut your hair,” you stated with a small smile.

He flashed you that charming, boyish grin of his.

“Yeah, well… I had to do something after our breakup,” he joked, though it was poorly received as you instantly flushed hot with embarrassment and averted your gaze.

His eyes widened.

“I was joking,” he explained, raising his hands in defense. Though in his head he reprimanded himself for being so brutally honest.

She didn’t need to know that, idiot, he thought.

You chuckled nervously as you reached your destination and parted ways so he could grab drinks, and you a table.

“So,” you began once he got back with two iced americanos, “who’s the person you’re waiting for?” you asked as you poked your straw through the lid.

“Oh, um… just… a friend.” He shrugged, and sipped his drink cooly, though the red in his cheeks and his shy demeanor made it clear there was more to the story.

“Girlfriend?” you asked, a bit teasingly to ease any possible hesitance to admission.

If that were the case, you would be his number one cheerleader. He deserved to be happy and be loved. But you needed to know if there was anything at all to support in the first place.

“What? No,” he replied, the words coming out rushed and mildly panicked, the red in his cheeks only spreading further as he shook his head.

“Boyfriend?” you insisted.

If the previous year you had spent with him taught you anything, it was to read him in situations like this when he was refusing to admit to something clearly bigger than what he was leading on.

But he shook his head once more. And before you could follow up with other terms for a significant other, he ran ahead of you with a single solid statement.

“Just a friend.” He eyed you sternly, though there was a glint of mischief and playfulness in his gaze.

You smiled back just as slyly and took a sip of your drink.

"So," he murmured moments later, his voice hesitant and a sheen of tension hovering over you once again.

"You and Jean, huh?"

Heat crept up your neck, the cool drink in your hands doing nothing to alleviate it.

"Yeah," you replied shyly, focusing your gaze on the condensation on your cup. "How did you know?"

"I figured it would happen." He shrugged. "Then I heard about it from a friend."

Tilting your head in confusion, you were about to ask who that friend was but he shot another question.

"Are you happy?" he asked, his voice smaller than when the conversation began. As you looked him in the eye, you picked up genuine concern in place of any possible resentment or any hint of a search for an opportunity to bash on your decision.

He laughed softly as you struggled to give an answer. The question wasn't difficult but after seeing how hurt he was the night at Marco's, you couldn't find it in yourself to be honest about it — no matter how lacking of hidden intentions his actions were.

"Come on, I'm just trying to see if Kirstein's doing a good job. He's got to live up to the Eren Yeager, after all," he jested.

You laughed, shaking your head at his ironic cocky behavior.

"I am," you grinned. "And he is… he's actually set an entirely new standard," you stated, a playfully devious smirk taking over your face.

"Ouch… you could've left that part out," he muttered, feigning hurt as he dramatically clutched a hand to his chest, causing you to bubble up with laughter again.

You didn't see, as you were all too busy grinning amusedly at your coffee, but he smiled at you with endearment. A different kind than that would've washed over his senses a month back but endearment nonetheless.

"But I'm glad," he replied sincerely. "If I was ever going to lose you to anybody… let's just say I'm relieved it's him."

Under different circumstances and for any other people, that would have been a strange statement. To be so accepting of the loss of something great and sincere. But Eren knew Jean would take care of you just fine, if not better than he ever did. And that was saying a lot.

That's not to say it always felt so easy to yield. It hurt just barely a month back. But seeing you in front of him, radiant and smiling as your mind was most likely crafting images of the person the conversation had shone a light to, all he felt was peace over the fact that you were happy.

You suddenly sensed a bit of hesitation on his behalf and, when you looked up, he was chewing on his bottom lip nervously, gaze and mind distant.

After a while of you staring at him with wariness, he spoke.

"I know I said I wasn't going to make things weird but… when we were together… did you and him ever—"

"Never." You cut him off as soon as you put the pieces together of what he was asking.

"I know that maybe now all the times I told you you had nothing to worry about seem like a lie but it wasn't… I just hadn't understood the truth myself."

You shrunk in your spot, internally cringing at your sorry excuse of an explanation.

"Eren, I truly loved you. In fact, I still do. It's just… a different kind of love now. Just like it's also a different kind for Jean." You held his gaze with warmth and honesty shimmering in your irises, hopeful that he would understand your relatively ambiguous argument.

Your chest fluttered with relief when he pronounced through a faint smile, "I understand". Then, he released a heavy sigh, one that ended in a breathy chuckle.

"I'm happy for you… I know that probably sounds like a lie, too but… I am."

The plastic cups stood empty on the table, a ring of water forming at the base. You sat in silence until Eren's phone beeped in his pocket. A quick glance at his screen followed by a few taps let you know the conversation was over and your encounter close to its end.

"Is that your friend?" you asked to fill the silence, as you already knew the likely answer.

"Yeah, she's waiting for me at the tattoo parlor on the first floor," he explained as he stacked your cups. "I was going to stay with her for moral support but they wouldn't let me inside the back room."

"Hence why you were killing time creeping around a lingerie store," you added teasingly.

He rolled his eyes as you both stood from your table and blended into the human traffic of the corridors.

"Right," he muttered, not bothering to give in to your provocations.

You laughed softly and so did he.

"Are you on your way out?" he asked as you both stepped onto the escalator for the first floor.

"Pretty much.”

He hummed in response and you both stood by each other in comfortable silence.

By the time your feet stepped off the escalator, it was clear the reunion was over and you were bound to part ways.

"It was good seeing you," he said as you both steered toward opposite directions.

“You too, Eren.”

He began to turn his back on you, but stopped midway and called your name softly.

Your eyebrows shot up in response.

“Don’t be a stranger. If it’s not weird…” He rubbed the back of his neck as he always did when he was nervous. “... talk to me sometime, okay? Oh, and uh… say hi to Jean for me.”

The corners of your lips perked into an easy smile as you nodded, silently vowing to keep in touch and pass on the message.

With one last smile and a final friendly nod of acknowledgment, he went on his way.

Before you could head toward the mall’s exit, something caught your eye on the display of a shoe store across from you.

And so off you went to splurge your last bit of savings. Was it a silly purchase? Possibly. But they were cute, and you had a feeling a particular someone might enjoy you wearing them.

As you waited for an employee to become available for service, you caught sight of Eren returning from where you had seen him leave, only this time accompanied by a feminine figure with an extremely familiar head of raven hair you’d seen just a few days ago in class.

Time went by fast while you bustled around the kitchen, but remained generous enough to allow you to make yourself pretty before Jean got home from his study session with his business major buddies.

Just as you spritzed on a bit of the perfume your lover had gifted you a few days ago, you heard the lock from the front door click open.

When you reached the foyer, Jean was ridding himself of his bag packed with heavy textbooks. His movements slowed once he caught sight of you, his features gradually morphing into amusement.

"Nice boots," he chuckled softly.

You beamed at him, twirled around once, and lifted a leg in a flirtatious manner to show off your new shoes.

"You like them?"

When you saw them on display at the mall, you only thought of how much of a hoot they'd be for Jean. You figured you could switch up your original outfit idea for the sake of sparking some memories.

As Jean watched you model ridiculous but endearing poses before him in your white dress and an enlarged version of the sacred boots of his childhood, he couldn't help but laugh as he pulled you in by your waist and rested his forehead against yours.

"You're adorable," he murmured over your lips.

A warm glow settled in your chest as you draped your arms around his shoulders and placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"Welcome home, cowboy," you whispered through a wide grin, causing his chest to rumble with the evidence of his glee.

A hand slid up to cup your cheek and pull you into a kiss, his tongue gently massaging your own as he backed you against the wall with a delicate push.

It was always fascinating how reactive you were to Jean’s touch. It always made you dizzy, heating your core and eliciting goosebumps to raise over every inch of your skin.

“Happy monthiversary,” he voiced in between kisses.

“You remembered,” you replied, a sliver of pleasant surprise tainting your voice.

“Of course, I did,” he assured into the crook of your neck before kissing the sensitive area softly, only to then latch his lips onto yours once more.

“I’ve missed you all day,” he whispered over your lips. “I didn’t mean to leave you alone for so long.”

“I’ve kept myself busy,” you replied with a shrug.

A sly grin stretched across his face.

“Well, I’ll still make it up to you,” he stated with mischief before slotting his lips against yours yet again, swallowing the soft moans that escaped your throat.

Damn, you didn’t want to stop, but there was an itinerary you’d already crafted for the night and you needed to avoid getting sidetracked.

“Hold your horses, mister,” you murmured with amusement cloaking your reluctance, pushing him back just enough to catch your breath. “You’ve had a long day. Let’s eat first.”

Stepping back and clapping his hands together once, he nodded.

“Okay, sure. Let’s eat first. What are you in the mood for? I’ll get us a table anywhere you want.”

You giggled and shook your head before closing the gap between you and giving him a peck on his cheek.

“Actually,” you began, sliding your fingers between his and tugging him in the direction of the kitchen. “I made dinner for two.”

You’d had quite the busy afternoon. Fortunately for you, school hadn’t been robbing you of much time as of late, giving you more than enough hours in the day to prepare something special for him for just this night.

It was evident from the start that Jean was the kind of boyfriend to spoil his significant other to no end. Even before the dial had switched toward romance, he’d always been so diligent in serving to your every unspoken wish and command. You thought that, for once, you could try spoiling him — even if the method was relatively simple.

Though it was that same simplicity that brought a smile to Jean’s face as he took in the scent of food being kept warm in the oven, and his eyes hovered over the soft glow of the candles that littered the top of the petite kitchen bar and the small vase of grocery-store-bought flowers in the center of it all.

You eagerly slid your arms around his waist from behind and buried your face into his shirt bashfully.

“What do you think?”

He turned around to face you properly, his eyes shimmering in admiration.

“You did all of this for us?”

You hummed an affirmation.

He wandered over to the oven, switching the light on to take a peek at what was inside.

“And you cooked,” he stated.

Soft laughter escaped your lips.

“I even did a taste test this time, I promise everything’s good.”

He quirked an eyebrow as if to question your credibility. You rolled your eyes but laughed nonetheless.

“I promise. I can follow a recipe now, you know,” you chuckled, too giddy to show resentment toward his doubt, despite him having been the one to praise you for your improvement just days back. After your first failed attempt to make something for him, he took it upon himself to teach you one or two things about creating hearty dishes from scratch. So of course you took a slight offense that he was still hesitant about your culinary skills.

Holding your face in his hands, he dipped forward to kiss your forehead.

“I thought we agreed to not celebrate anything until our first year together,” he murmured accusingly as if you’d tricked him into not preparing anything so you could take all the glory — which you had.

“Well, then don’t think of it as a celebration,” you pouted innocently. “Just think of it as… one of those nights when we have a really nice dinner and incredible sex before bed.”

He coughed up a laugh, his ears and cheeks instantly being colored red.

“Well, that does sound pretty good,” he replied cooly with a shrug as if your suggestion hadn’t awoken something in him. “But can I just shower real quick?”

You tossed him a questioning look, to which he meekly responded, “it’s just… you look really pretty and I…” he trailed off, looking down at his attire.

You wanted to tell him the grey sweatpants were more than okay for the occasion — not to mention a total feast for your eyes — but he, as he always did, seemed earnest in putting in some effort.

“I’ll keep your plate warm,” you assured him.

Less than thirty minutes later you sat side by side as you dug into the dinner you had so carefully put together.

You were ecstatic to see Jean so eager about your food with no trace of white lies and sneaky grimaces.

“This is amazing,” he praised after washing everything down with the last of the wine in his glass.

“Well, I can’t take all the credit,” you replied sincerely. “I called up your mom this morning to help me out.”

His eyes widened slightly.

“So you told my mom about us?”

You shook your head. “Nope.”

There was a hint of melancholy in your voice; it made Jean’s face contort with worry, though you recuperated in the blink of an eye.

“Just told her I was going to cook to celebrate passing our midterms.”

Not much was said after Jean simply hummed in response to the excuse you had given his mother.

“Are you upset?” he asked lowly. “About not telling her, I mean.”

“It doesn’t really bug me or anything,” you explained with a shrug. “I think I’ve gotten so used to being secretive about this type of situation that I haven’t truly given it much thought.” You sighed heavily. “Although I did think that maybe if I had been honest about… you know, everyone in the past… then letting us be known might be easier.”

A bitter laugh escaped your lips; Jean remained silent as he listened carefully to each word. It was one thing to have grown confident with your relationship in the safety of your shared apartment. No to mention the overcome fear of intimacy that had been tackled way back. But everything had still remained a secret. You didn’t even want to imagine what would be thought of you by the people you called parents if the news of everything that had occurred within your safety zone got out.

“I mean, what are we even supposed to do? Are we supposed to keep it a secret until we’re secretly married or something?”

It hurt to think that something so normal like sex and relationships would tarnish the image your parents had been so insistent on you building. It was a responsibility you never signed up for and you didn’t think was reasonable to be asked to. Were you supposed to wait for their approval and then slowly reveal your current reality by pieces? Or had it suddenly become okay now that you were — by society’s standards — an adult who shouldn’t have to depend on their word? If the latter was what applied, how absurd was it to be banned from certain experiences one moment and then be hit with free reign the next?

“Married?” Jean’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. You gaped at the realization of what you had said, followed by a string of stuttered excuses and nervous rambles to hide your sudden bashfulness towards the matter.

“I just meant that as an example! We might not even last that long, who knows. I just meant how long am I supposed to keep playing innocent.” You laughed nervously, though it subsided in a matter of seconds.

“You haven’t thought about it?” you asked softly, focusing your gaze on Jean’s wide eyes and pink cheeks. “About where this is headed? Where we’re headed?”

Jean flushed an even deeper shade of red though it may as well have been an effect of the wine, a lie you would surely back up to save both of you from the sudden approach to your future.

“I- I don’t know. I haven’t really given it much thought.”

An awkward laugh escaped your lips as you waved your hand airily in the air to dismiss the topic.

“No, of course. Me neither, for sure.”

You scratched your temple nervously as a faint sheen of tension settled in the atmosphere.

“We have time, though.” You turned to face him, locking your gaze with his as he was already looking at you. “To think about it… we have time.”

He raised a hand to cradle the side of your face, his thumb lazily stroking your cheekbone.

“In the meanwhile,” he whispered as he leaned forward. His nose brushed over yours with a ghostly touch, his parted lips hovering mere breaths from you as he pronounced his last words, “let me make everything worth it.”

He captured your lips in a gentle kiss as he continued to caress the side of your face. He was always so careful, so cautious in the way he handled you and so tender with his touch. He made you feel delicate. Delicate and loved and treasured — even through such a simple act as it was a kiss.

It wasn’t long before you pulled back to say, “meet me in my room.”

There was no need to repeat yourself as he obeyed your gentle command the moment it was spoken, but not before planting one more kiss on your forehead.

Eager to reunite with him, you hurried to check on your appearance in the small mirror in the foyer, grabbed two of the candles, and blew out the rest before scurrying to your room.

Jean watched you from his seat on your bed with an endeared grin as you carefully placed the small glass jars on your bedside table.

“Too much?” You eyed him warily as you stepped out of your boots and fixed them neatly beside your door.

He shook his head, laughing softly.

“Not at all,” he said as he stood to steal one more kiss. His lips traveled along the side of your face as his strong hands settled low on your hips, pulling you closer as his trail of kisses lowered toward the straps of your dress.

One by one, he hooked a finger around each strap and tugged it down, his lips never once leaving your skin until the white fabric pooled at your feet.

“You’re… wow,” he breathed as he drank the sight of your lingerie-clad figure.

You stood before him in a pastel yellow set; a delicate bra layered with tulle and lace, and a matching thong with the same lace trim and a small bow at the front and center. The delicate fabric clung to the curves of your body tastefully, leaving Jean breathless and rendering him speechless.

Your bottom lip was snug between your teeth as you watched him rake his eyes over your body. Once, twice, until he broke into a grin and met your eyes.

“Is this why you asked me about my favorite color last night?”

You shrugged.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied coyly.

“Don’t play dumb with me,” he chuckled, closing the gap between you pulling you in by your waist as he pressed your foreheads together.

“Okay then, maybe.” Your arms hung loosely around his shoulders as your fingers threaded through his hair, the smell of his shampoo invading your senses with the movement. “I didn’t think it hadn’t changed since elementary school,” you laughed. He joined you with a few airy chuckles of his own as his head flooded with memories of when he’d grown so attached to the color.

“I guess some things never change,” he murmured before he dipped his head to kiss you.

You held onto him tightly as you backed you both toward your bed. His gentle hands traveled up to your face, pulling you closer as if he were trying to swallow you whole — and perhaps he was. Your moans were swallowed into the back of his throat as his tongue pressed onto yours, swirling and savoring the feel of your mouth tirelessly.

He was careful as he laid you down on your back and climbed over you, smoothing your hair back and away from your face with one hand as the other laced your fingers together and pressed your hand firmly against the mattress. All while his hips ground against yours in a needy attempt to offer you both the friction you so desperately craved. The rough denim of his jeans offered an oddly satisfying relief to the meeting point of your thighs and you found yourself bucking your hips towards him in a clumsy manner as your hazy mind only focused on the mission to satisfy your libido.

The palm of his hand was warm as his large hand encased yours, an act so so rough by the force he was pressing you down with but softened at the edges by what such an intimate gesture meant for this sacred carnal offering.

His name tumbled from your lips as you couldn’t find it in yourself to wait any longer.

Without further instruction, he released himself of the confines of his shirt and crewneck, looking down at you — so submissive and needy for his touch — in between each slip of fabric over his eyes. Your hands reached for his belt buckle, fingers clumsy and fumbling to undo it while he continued to grind his bulge against your thinly veiled cunt.

“Jean,” you whined, not at all amused by his teasing but certainly growing more desperate and aroused — both sentiments clouding any sense of reason and therefore making it more difficult to achieve your goal.

“Need some help?” he asked tauntingly, a lazy grin overtaking his features.

He expected you to groan or push him off playfully only to then resume your actions, but in place of that you nodded meekly and pronounced a breathless, “please”.

His jeans and belt were promptly thrown behind his back — his form now only clad in his boxer briefs — as he desperately ran his hands over the curve of your waist, stroking your skin gently while his mouth traced up your stomach, between the valley of your breast and into the crook of your neck. Your touch wandered over the curves and dips of the muscles of his back, his skin hot under the pads of your fingers.

You were about to ask him to switch positions. After all, you had decided to make this night all about him, pleasuring him in every way imaginable. But he interrupted before you could.

“I want to try something.”

You looked up at him dumbfoundedly.

“Oh, um—”

“May I?” he asked softly, searching for approval in your wide-eyed gaze.

“O-okay.”

You propped yourself on your elbows, watching curiously as he scooted towards the end of the bed, settling his upper body between your legs for a moment as he looked up at you for further confirmation. His arms were prepared to hook under your legs, his face dangerously close to your most intimate part.

Oh.

With your bottom lip snug tightly between your teeth, you nodded, your eyes shimmering in anticipation and your breath put on hold as you awaited his first move.

It didn’t start off as you expected. But then again, Jean had never been one to approach anything with a fast pace. With his gaze zeroed in on your face, analyzing every minuscule movement in your features, he began to leave open-mouthed kisses along the inside of your thighs. His breath and the hold he had on your legs were warm against your skin, though it didn’t keep from shivers running along your spine and goosebumps rising along every caressed inch of your lower body.

His eyes bore into your very soul as he took his time teasing you and it took all your willpower to not make any sudden movements to relieve the ache in the area he was so strategically neglecting. Until he caved to his own needs as well.

After pressing one last kiss just above the waist of your thong, the next was placed right against the wet spot that had formed on the fabric due to your arousal. You gasped as you felt the tip of his tongue being pressed into the fabric and teasing your entrance. His gaze was too intense to hold, and although it was quite the show to watch his reddened cheeks peek above the lace of your underwear, your arms were left feeling wobbly and you had no remedy but to throw yourself back on the bed, closing your eyes and gripping the sheets as his sweet torture continued.

Jean’s eyes never left you even after your gaze left him. He watched triumphantly as your lace-covered chest heaved in tandem with your shallow breaths, and relished the sight of the tight wrinkles of the sheets in your hands. You were moaning and whining and squirming and trying your best not to shove your cunt in his face. You were so turned on, hot and heavy, and he hadn’t even made direct contact with you yet.

“Lift your hips for me,” he pronounced breathlessly.

In one swift motion, you were freed of your underwear and his tongue delved inside you, driving you straight to heaven.

The noises coming from your nether region were sinful and loud in the silence of the lust-filled room. Once he found a rhythm to your liking, Jean made sure to remain faithful to it as he switched between burying his tongue between your pulsating walls, sucking on your clit, and moaning into you — something he came to learn you liked by the way your back arched.

He couldn’t see but your eyes rolled back as he introduced two fingers inside you while he continued to attend to your clit with hungry slurps and swirls of his tongue. Your hands were shaking from how tightly they gripped your sheets and Jean couldn’t hold himself back from humping against the edge of the bed to alleviate his throbbing erection even just a little.

You whimpered his name, already teetering on the edge of your orgasm. He pulled your hands away from the sheets to place them on his hair, flattening his tongue so you could use his face in whichever way you wanted to ride your high.

Your hands tugged at his hair as a string of profanity bounced off your tongue as you felt yourself release onto his face, your hips bucking into him with fervor, his nose brushing over your clit and his fingers bruising your thighs. Yet his eyes never once left the view of your head thrown back in pleasure as your orgasm was stretched for as long as possible.

With your legs still shaking, you released his hair, breathing out an apology for having been so rough. But all he did was release that husky laugh of his and climb on top of you, lifting your chin so you could meet his lips.

The remnants of your release were sweet on your tongue. It was downright sinful to moan into his mouth at the taste of your own fluids.

“Sweet, right?” he breathed against your lips. Your cheeks flared hot at his comment, though you found comfort in the fact that shyness was prevalent in his expression as well.

Moments were spared for you both to catch your breath, said moments lasting a while longer from all the deep kisses shared in between.

“Sit back on the bed,” you instructed him a while after.

There was no room for hesitance as he obeyed your motions to sit with his back against the headboard.

You had planned to be the one to tease him, have his legs trembling from how good you were making him feel, render him a whimpering mess under your touch. But he had beaten you to it and the patience with which you had started out your night had long been abandoned.

Jean wasted no time in pulling you close, not even to bring you down against his clothed cock for relief — maybe a little — but rather because he craved having you as close as humanly allowed.

Your hands found their usual home in his ash brown locks as you took your turn teasing him with sensual movements of your hips. His hand reached behind your back, expertly undid the clasps of your bra, and slid the straps down your shoulders as he littered your skin with kisses.

Once your breasts were revealed to him, his focus diverted straight to your nipples, his teeth faintly grazing at the sensitive buds while you tried to keep up the rhythm of your hips. He was painfully hard and his cock moved in the most subtle of ways each time you moaned next to his ear. But ever the generous partner, he offered you full control and it wasn’t until you reached down to tug at his underwear that he basked in the full sense of excitement over being one with you for the umpteenth time since your first.

He watched as your dainty fingers freed his cock from the last barrier and you lifted your hips just enough to line him with your entrance, your eyes never leaving his blushing face. He was so good at bringing you pleasure yet no matter how many times you’d made love to one other, his shy persona always came forward.

His honey-like eyes glimmered as he marveled at the sight of his cock splitting you open, your insides hugging him tightly, and your bodies melding into one.

Cupping his cheeks, you leaned forward to kiss the tip of his nose, eliciting that husky sweet laughter you loved so much.

“I love you, Jean,” you whispered as you lost yourself in the warmth of his gaze.

“I love you, too,” he replied just as softly but with equal sincerity.

Your hips moved up and down, back and forth all on their own as you watched each other’s features contort in pleasure.

He began to meet your hips with thrusts of his own, his pelvic bone digging against your clit. That was until you squeezed his shoulders asking him to let you do this for him. It was hard to say no when you looked so damn beautiful bouncing on his cock. You did all the work, Jean just held on for dear life as he watched your pretty tits bounce and your mouth hanging open as you drove him to his limit.

Your thighs were burning but you were adamant about taking it all nice and slow, edging you both and slowing down before you could come too soon. You loved nothing more than the feel of him inside you, the veins running along his length brushing against the most pleasurable spaces. You’d be damned if you didn’t stretch this intimate encounter for as long as you could. But half of the job required willpower and you were slowly but surely running out of it with every stroke. One particular movement caused him to let his head fall back on the headboard and his fingers to dig into your skin with brutal force as he willed himself to retreat from his breaking point.

“Fuck, baby,” he gasped, swallowing thick as he closed his eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat at the act and you clutched onto him tighter before leaning forward and gently sucking at the vulnerable spot he had just given you access to. The vibrations of his groans against your tongue swelled you with pride.

"Jean," you called for him sweetly. He instantly knew to take charge.

All it took was a second for your positions to be switched, as he held you by your waist — your legs encasing his torso — and gingerly laid you on your back.

Raising your hips in the air, he began to thrust inside you with urgency.

There was an ethereal glow to your appearance as he brought you both to the peak of your pleasure. Something about the way you looked up at him with dazed eyes but unmistakable love emanating from them. Moments like this one, when you both made it evident how badly you wanted each other were his favorite. Though that didn't strip your shared simpler times of their meaningfulness.

He had lied earlier when he said he hadn't given much thought to your future.

Not a day went by that he didn't tell you how much he loved you but what you didn't know was how far ahead he had allowed himself to picture the rest of his life by your side. A nice house, a few kids running around — or a dog, a cat, or even a pet fish, your call — the chance to spoil you every waking day, to one day officially call you his and label himself yours, to make you happy and therefore offering himself the same because it was enough to know you had a smile on your face. To know his name was the only one you'd ever be screaming in pleasure in the comfortable shadows of late lustful nights. To know that the same voice spilling sensual profanity would also be the one to laugh at his jokes, cheer him on, and share secrets with him for as long as the universe allowed. He wanted it all.

Who knew the overly eager but equally sensible girl who moved into the house across the street would become the love of his life?

He was sure that's what it was. True love.

Sure, thinking that at eighteen was an effect of juvenile naivety but he was positive you and him were different. He was never letting go now that he knew how much more he could ask of a life with you. He didn't know when exactly but, soon, he was going to ask you to marry him.

The delicate touch of your hand on his cheek snapped him from his daze. He looked down at you to find you smiling, tears lining your eyes because he was making you feel so damn good.

He leaned into your touch, tilting his head slightly so he could press a kiss to your palm as he plunged in and out of your cunt.

"I love you," he breathed just as you began to tighten around him.

"I love you." The words spilled clumsily from your mouth as your legs enveloped his middle and he came inside you spurting thick ropes of white, an intimate luxury you'd only recently incorporated into your sex life after going on the pill.

Jean’s body instantly gave out the moment you had ridden out your highs and he collapsed on top of you, just barely holding his weight on a weakened forearm so as to not crush you but also refusing to be any further away from you. His cheek was pressed right over your heartbeat; the consistent thump in your chest was soon matched by his own as you laid there in silence under the dying glow of the candles.

Your fingers threaded through his hair, massaging his scalp and brushing along the edges of his face. You thought he had fallen asleep until he suddenly stood up and walked out your door in silence.

When he returned, he held a towel in his hands and a faint smile on his lips. Motioning for you to scoot closer, he spread your legs gently and began to clean you of the mixed fluids on your body. His touch was light and his expression focused as he made sure to collect the last of your slick along the inside of your thighs under your attentive gaze.

“What?” He tossed you a shy smile once he noticed you staring.

“Nothing,” you replied quietly with a shrug. His smile grew and he carefully placed a kiss on your knee. “You’re just very gentle for someone who just finished fucking my brains out.”

“Jesus Christ!” he half yelled with mild shock lacing his voice and taking over his features, though he broke into soft laughter at your lack of tactfulness. “You know I actually like you, right?”

You threw your head back in laughter. He was hovering over you a second after, grinning down at you and caressing your face with a feather-like touch. His smile was mirrored on your face as you threw your arms around his shoulders and pulled him close enough for your noses to brush against each other.

“I have thought of it,” he pronounced suddenly. He put enough distance between you just enough to see your reaction. Due to no context being offered, your face just read confusion.

“What?”

“I have thought of it. Where this is headed,” he clarified.

Your features softened; he watched the shimmer of curiosity dance in your irises.

“Where to?”

You waited for his response but all he did was laugh softly and shake his head as he admired your face.

Answers were left unspoken but somehow you knew. Because you’d given it plenty of thought, too. You wondered if perhaps you were just so strongly enamored by the mere idea of being in love, and attached to this story you would one day tell your children — or a dog, a cat, or even a pet fish, you’d have to talk about it — about how the boy clad in cowboy boots and grumpy demeanor had become the love of your life.

True love. You were sure that’s what this was. Because even though your youth could’ve been a warning sign from the start of your relationship, you trusted you and him were different.

You pulled him down and connected your lips, relishing in his soft sigh of relief and his softened muscles as you urged him closer and deepened the kiss.

“Are you trying to go for another round or something?” he asked jokingly, but there was mischief in your eyes when he peered into them.

“Maybe.” Another kiss. Another sigh. Another smile. “You don’t want to?”

“Don’t ask dumb questions.”

The night had reached its peak of darkness when you woke up. Jean was fast asleep beside you with an arm tossed over your waist and your legs tangled together. His cheek was squished softly against the pillow and his features relaxed by his deep slumber.

The pad of your index finger gently traced over the contours of his face. This was a sight you would never get tired of seeing and his skin, his naked form was something you’d never tire from holding. He looked so peaceful, so beautiful and innocent.

And he was all yours.

You shouldn’t have been surprised when he opened an amused eye, catching you red-handed in your sneaky antics.

“I think I should start sleeping in my room from now on,” he murmured teasingly to your eye roll.

Humming amusedly, he pressed a kiss to your forehead but you turned your back on him and faced the wall instead, feigning annoyance to his trademark accusations of you being a creep.

“What are you doing?” he half-chuckled, half-whined.

“Going to sleep, you should go to your room,” you taunted.

“Well, I can’t now, you woke me up,” he rebutted as he scooted closer to you and held your waist from behind, burying his face in your hair.

It was hard to keep up the act once he began to litter your nude back with open-mouthed kisses.

When you turned to face him, he was smiling at you innocently, though the glint in his eyes carried a more suggestive message.

“Well, now I can’t sleep, either,” you pouted. He laughed.

“Good. You can keep me company, then.”

You sighed heavily as you laid your upper body over his chest and pressed your cheek to his warm skin; he kissed your hair and ran a hand along your back soothingly.

“Anything on your mind?”

You smiled, reminiscing over the future your imagination had crafted. But you shook your head, deciding to keep it to yourself. At least for now.

“Hm. Well, anything you want to rant about?” he urged, knowing you always had something to share in that area. “Any gossip?”

You lit up and propped your chin up so you could face him.

“I might have something,” you murmured cautiously, teetering over the edge of the secret of what you’d seen earlier that day.

He nodded once in encouragement. “Okay, spill.”

“So… earlier today… I bumped into Eren at the mall.”

“Eren?” His eyebrows shot up in surprise. It’d been a while since your former lover’s name had been a topic of conversation or even casually mentioned.

You bit your lip, nodding.

“Are you mad?”

He furrowed his brows with concern toward your question. “Not at all, why should I?” Then his eyes widened. “Unless he did something. Tell me if he did. I’ll beat the crap out of him.”

Shaking your head, you laughed.

“No, he didn’t,” you assured him.

He seemed to calm down upon observing your airy demeanor.

“Okay, then what’s up with Eren? Did you talk?”

“Yeah. So, I actually literally bumped into him while I was walking out of the–” You paused, heating up at the memory. “... the store.”

Jean quirked an eyebrow. “What store?”

“Um… the lingerie store where I bought the set I wore for you tonight?” you replied softly, looking off into the distance and suddenly overwhelmed with embarrassment. It was canceled out when Jean’s face flushed pink and he said through a faint smirk, “okay… continue.”

You proceeded to tell him all the details of your conversation. His wellness check questions, his sincere happiness for you and Jean, even his shy admission to being grateful that, out of all people, it was Jean you ended up with.

“Here’s the interesting part, though.” A Cheshire cat grin took over your features. “I think he and Mikasa are seeing each other.”

He morphed into surprise. It had, too, been a while since the girl’s name had been pronounced between you.

“Are you serious?”

You nodded.

“He didn’t exactly tell me they were together but he kept saying he was there with a friend and he blushed every single time. And when I asked him if his so-called friend was something more, he said no each time. But, I know Eren and he’s definitely smitten.”

Staring up at the ceiling in thought, Jean grinned.

“How did they even– when?”

You shrugged, mimicking his smile.

“Who knows? They might’ve come across each other after we all broke up,” you theorized out loud. “You know, Mikasa’s always been so polite to me, even after we started dating, but she has been awfully shy around me lately. I guess Eren’s why.”

“Huh,” he murmured. “Who would’ve thought?”

“Are you jealous?” you teased, poking his cheek.

He frowned.

“Are you kidding? Good for them but I’m happy right where I am right now.” He pinched your cheek, much to your dismay, causing you to pout.

“Are you jealous?” he retaliated.

You stretched forward to rest your forehead on his.

“Not one bit. I’m perfectly fine right here with you.”

You awoke from your slumber the moment that sunlight began to filter through your bedroom curtains.

As you looked up to steal your usual peek at Jean’s sleeping face, you found that he was already awake, looking at you with delight.

“Now who’s the creep?” you huffed but snuggled closer to him.

It was lucky it was the weekend and you had nowhere to be as you directed your focus purely on this moment of domestic bliss in bed with the man you loved. You were both still fully nude and you found pleasure in the intimacy of it all.

Early mornings weren’t so bad if you got to spend them like this, with his hands petting your hair and tracing the curve of your back.

“Hey, Jean,” you called for him after a while.

“Hm?”

“You see… last night… I had this whole thing planned out about doing the most for you and…”

He stared at you quizzically.

“Well… you kind of ruined that by eating me out.”

He snorted a laugh.

“Damn, sorry. I didn’t think letting you get off on my face would cause so much trouble.”

You giggled, cheeks flaring hot at his choice of words. He’d certainly grown comfortable in that aspect. “I mean, I liked it. I just wanted last night to be all about you.”

“You’re overthinking this. Everything was perfect,” he reassured but you shook your head.

“Actually… I was wondering if maybe… you would let me make it up to you right now.” You mindlessly traced circles over his chest. His brows furrowed as evidence of his confusion.

“What did you have in mind?”

The pads of your fingers trailed south as you maintained eye contact with the honey in his irises, only stopping once they reached his line of neatly trimmed pubic hair.

“I was thinking you could let me use my mouth… down here.”

Blood rushed straight to his cock at your proposal. It wasn’t long before he was positioned on the edge of the bed with you sitting on your knees between his thighs.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

You nodded with confidence.

“I’ve been wanting to try it for a while,” you confessed. “And it’s only fair, right?”

You watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat in anticipation as your warm hands curled around his length and began to stroke him firmly.

“It’s my first time so… you have to tell me what you like, okay?”

It was adorable how quick he was to nod his head, eager at the thought of your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock.

A few measured strokes after, you dipped your head to lick his tip — flushed red and leaking beads of pre-cum — instantly causing him to screw his eyes shut and swallow thickly.

Eyeing his body language, you traced a few lazy stripes along his shaft as he peered down at your face, so alluring and skittish yet somehow laced with weary precaution as you put your limited knowledge of oral sex to practice.

Careful to not graze him with your teeth, you suck your face as far down as your gag reflex would allow. At least you had expected to be capable of taking more of him but you choked back a little and sprung up to cough.

“Are you okay?”

His hands shot out to hold your face, brushing your hair away as his concerned eyes scanned over your teary ones. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on even further to hear you gag but that didn’t matter if you were struggling to take him.

Nodding fervently, you returned to your original position, with your hands around the base of his cock and your tongue drawing lazy figures all around.

“You’re so pretty down here, Jean,” you murmured, your hot breath flaring over his tip. “I want to take every inch of you.”

It was a good thing he was sitting down because the sight of you innocently peering at him through your lashes made him weak. He was rendered absolutely helpless when you ventured to take him whole in your mouth once more, this time without gagging and using your shaky hands to toy with his balls and massage the length you couldn’t reach with your mouth.

You’d be too embarrassed to ever admit you consulted a porn site to figure out how to do the job. But considering how flushed Jean was, how much he twitched in your mouth and how tightly he dug his nails into his thighs, you figured it had been worth it.

There was a series of particular images Jean would have forever ingrained in a special part of his memory, and most of them had your face front and center. Your tear stained face from when you cried happy tears after realizing he didn’t hate you. Your side profile illuminated by colorful led lights at the eighth grade formal and your features scrunched in focus while you helped him with his tie hours before that. You in your burgundy prom dress, standing as the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Your shimmering eyes, messy hair and mouth lined with drying toothpaste foam the morning after you told him he was the one you were fawning over. The sight of your naked body under his, your features reflecting ecstasy as your nails dug into his skin and you screamed his name.

And now this. It was the messiest image to be stored in his memory. There was nothing objectively pretty about it. You were drooling all over his cock with hollowed cheeks. Your hair was a disaster from him impulsively tugging at it, your eyes were lined with tears and several droplets had already streamed down the sides of your face. You were having a hard time breathing but refused to give up until he came. No, it certainly wasn’t a pretty picture. But you had reached for his free hand, interlocking your fingers together, and he held onto you tightly. It was a moment that went beyond carnal pleasure or an unconfessed retribution for his own act of service the previous night. You wanted him desperately, you wished to savor him in every way there was, and he took pride in that.

There was also a metaphor hidden somewhere in the way you removed your other hand from him and reached down to rub your clit, but he was too lost in his impending orgasm to decipher it.

“Does it feel good?” you asked him in between your ministrations.

“Fuck yeah, baby. It feels so damn good.”

You moaned around him, the vibrations finally tipping him over into an abyss of delightful sin and white lights. His release came in the form of your name while thick spurts of white colored the back of your throat.

Just as the last of his cum finished leaking into your mouth, the doorbell rang startling you both and forcing you to pull away.

You didn’t get the chance to even question if either of you were expecting someone before the doorbell rang again, whoever was on the other side of the door begging for your immediate attention.

“Maybe we were too loud?” you wondered as you rushed to slip on your bra and collect your dress from the floor and he, his underwear.

He didn’t reply but he worried just the same as he slipped on his jeans.

“Crap, where’s my underwear?” you asked nobody in particular, panic overtaking your entire person.

The doorbell rang again.

No time, you decided.

“Just finish getting dressed, I’ll get it,” you exclaimed before scurrying out of your room to attend to this persistent character.

There was no winning if you made them grow impatient after disturbing their peace with your moans.

You swung the door wide open and froze in place.

The friendly face on the other side of the door was delighted to see you, though you weren’t sure if you could say the same — at least not under these particular circumstances.

You could feel the blood drain from your face, left feeling cold and anxious about what this sudden visit had barged into.

“Auntie.”

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oi-loverboy · 3 years

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PROMPTS

Hi lovelies! I found these random prompts on Pinterest. I will be writing for any character of AOT and HxH as long as they’re not minors. You can pick as many prompts as you want and if you want it to be a detailed story then please say so and share your ideas. Please also say if you want it to be angst, fluff, smut, or a combination. Have fun darlings!

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“Somehow who don’t even have to open your mouth to make my head hurt”

“Stop waking me up in the middle of the night”

“Any shorter and you’d probably fade out of existence”

“I fixed you breakfast. I know it’s just a bowl of cereal, but it’s the only thing I can’t burn”

“You just give off the impression that you want to murder everyone you look at.”

“Your hair is really soft after you wash it”

“Sh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”

“Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

“If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you”

“You are my new pillow.”

“Care to give me a back scratch?”

“I’ll be here to protect you”

“How about something warm? It will help you sleep”

“It’s ok, I couldn’t sleep anyways”

“Don’t be silly, I want to stay up with you”

“Shush and go back to bed”

“Your bed head is really cute”

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?” “I’m not jealous”

“I can’t believe you dragged me into this”

“I vote today be pajama day”

“I saw that, you just checked me out”

“Please be quiet, I can’t even hear myself losing the will you live”

“I would call you an imbecile but that’d be cruel as you wouldn’t be able to spell it”

“You interrupt my reading once more and this book will become a lethal weapon”

“If being clumsy was a currency, you’d be a bloody billionaire”

“Kiss me you twat”

“Your heart is as cold as my room, and I can’t feel my toes in that room, so it’s bloody cold”

“You’re a monster” “better a monster than an arrogant god”

“I must have been a horrible person in my past life”

“Oh god. That’s your ‘I did something bad’ face”

“Let me guess, you caused it.”

“No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps getting into one.”

“Gimme a second, I’m not drunk enough to listen to this yet”

“Would shooting you solve the problem? No? Then get out”

“What an idiot…Oh, hey! That’s my idiot”

“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please?”

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

“If you wanted a sign you should have said so, and I would have punched you in the face”

“You aren’t a drama queen, you are a bloody drama emperor”

“You are the most idiotic but adorable human in this planet”

“What do you think you’re doing?” “Saving the world, what are you doing?”

“Did any of these assholes mess with you?” “No. You’ve marked your territory so hard they’re scared to even say ‘hello’”

“How have you not killed him yet?” “He pays me not to. Weekly”

“You’re nothing but a burden”

“No wonder they left, who could love you?”

“Just stay inside, it’s better for everyone!”

“Well this just scrambles my eggs”

“Look, I’m not the brightest took in the…toolbox”

“This is my life now. I have climbed this hill and now I will die upon it.” “Shut up. We’ve only been hiking for 20 minutes.”

“I don’t even hate you. That would imply I cared”

“I knew there was a reason I fucking married you”

“It’s too cold! Come back!”

“C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working”

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me attention.”

“Excuse me for freaking out, I only thought you were dead”

“You’re gonna have to limp faster than that”

“You wouldn’t be in this bad of a shape if only you knew when to quit”

“No, no, no you can’t close your eyes right now”

“You promised me you wouldn’t be reckless, you promised me”

“You whine about scratches but you don’t let out a peep when you’ve got a gaping wound! What’s wrong with you?”

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mommypieck · 2 years

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Nothing just Jean and size difference, not just his huge cock also his whole body being way bigger than urs and he’s afraid to hurt you while fucking your brains out. I bet he could just pick you up and fuck you while standing and you‘re as light as a feather for him

༺ ♱ ༻ kinktober day twenty-four: outdoor seks

✿ jean kirstein

✿ jean gets too needy and manhandles his little gf in an empty alleyway

you hold your boyfriends hand as you walk thru the city for your everyday walk. you couldn't help but to notice the looks he's been giving you the whole day.

"what's wrong, jean?" you ask him innocently. he doesn't say anything, only pushes you to an empty alleyway.

"i need you now,baby. it's going to be quick." jean says, his arms getting hold of your hips, pulling them back to grind against his hard on. one hand moves to wrap around your breast while thr other finds it's way down into your panties. his fingers skillfully draw circles around your clit, causing your to moan out. you quickly place your hand over your mouth in fear of someone catching you. you were still in an empty alleyway and anyone would walk by and see you.

jean turns you over and pushes your against the wall, his lips on your neck and hands stroking your body. it's not rare for your boyfriend to be this needy, but he manages to leave you out of breath, before you can really start, everytime.

he swiftly pulls your pants and panties off, leaving you standing in front of him naked.

"come on, princess." he whispers into your ear, his hand coming to hold your thighs. his lifts you up in his arms, his hands flinging your ass. he kisses you like his life depends on it, his cock getting even harder at the thought of fucking you in an alleyway. one of his hands leave your ass so he can pull down his pants, revealing his cock.

he hold you right above his cock, teasing your entrance with his tip.

"please jean. i need you." you whisper, trying to push yourself down on his cock. but his grip on your body is stronger, letting you know that it's his choice how he fucks you.

he slowly guides his cock into your entrance. both of you moan at the same time and jean can swear he's already pussy drunk. he gives you a bit of time to adjust before he pounds into your pussy like a madman. his thrusts are rough and he's moaning like a virgin at the stimulation.

you feel like a doll made just for your boyfriends pleasure. he doesn't give your poor little body any rests, fucking it the best way. his hand pushes your shirt up, reveling your small breasts to the whole word. your pussy clenches at look he's giving you. his eyes half closed but he's looking at you as if you were the most prized thing in the whole world.

"i need you to cum." he says, chasing his own orgasm. you cum around his cock with a moan, completely soaking his lower half with your juices. he cums shortly after, filling you up to the brim.

he carefully sets you down, laughing when he sees you knees buckle.

"let's clean you up." he says with a smiles. he grabs your panties, dressing you up. you sure caught the look he made when he saw his cum leaking out of you. he finishes dressing you and he quickly tucks himself in.

"come on baby, let's get out of here."

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histcrias · 3 years

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super rich kids

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fun facts!

━━ mina carolina has a crush on jean if it wasn’t obvious 😍

━━ jean is stupid and didn’t think yn would see his tweet

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bcdwhcre · 4 years

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this just a suggestion heheh so you don't have to feel that you need to do it 🥰🥰 scenario is jean and reader on and off relationship, the reader is insecure because jean's ex before the reader is so pretty and the reader doesn't feel like they don't deserve jean so for the last time they broke it off and jean being angry and not understanding the reader's point of view decided to make the reader jealous by having a fake relationship with the said ex, now the reader is very devastated, crying most of the time, not leaving the bed etc. connie and sasha were the ones comforting reader and one day both of them decided its enough and confronted jean, now jean felt guilty and all that jazz so reader and jean decided to talk and then boom back together and for good this time. I really cant handle angst on its own so i have to make it angst to fluff 😁😁

“Back & Forth,” Jean x Reader

Summary: having an on and off relationship with Jean because of your insecurities, when you decide to break it off a final time- he practically uses your insecurities to make you jealous.

Warnings: none, angst to fluff

The relationship between you and Jean was never easy or smooth. There were a lot of rocky days and stable days, kinda like a roller coaster. Some days were really good and memorable to you and some days were just plain awful.

Every time you two would bicker, it would always lead to a much bigger argument and eventually a break up for a few days then poof, you’re back in his bed or he’s back in yours.

It was a repeated cycle for over a year and working beside him in the scouts didn’t make things easier on the both of you- in fact it added a lot more stress to the relationship that was barely hanging on by a thread.

You’ll admit that your insecurities and fears did play a massive role in the arguments. You were terrified of losing him, of him losing interest in you and going off to find someone better.

You hated yourself for thinking such thoughts but knowing who his ex was and how his ex looks- you were fully convinced that he had downgraded with you and is going to figure that out eventually and leave you.

Jean was pretty oblivious to your feelings and how insecure you were, mainly because you were too afraid to tell him and also because he was an idiot- he can’t figure things out even if it was right in front of his face.

So the arguments continued, the break ups and make ups continued for months until one of the days you both were more frustrated than usual. You can sense the anger dripping off him and radiating towards you that it kinda scared you a bit.

The argument was a small stupid one that led to him raising his voice at you and making you feel small. He was never the type to hurt your feelings or make you feel like shit during an argument, he usually just made smart ass remarks and then leave you be for a few days then come back.

But this time he was more angry with you to the point where he had startled you from shouting. You couldn’t tell where all the sudden anger came from and you truly felt as if it was all your fault for making him raise his voice.

You tried to hold back your tears and your emotions, you hated to be vulnerable in front of him and since he was pissed off and stomping around the room, you had just decided to grab some of your things you had in his bedroom.

“Where are you going?” He asked even though he knew, it was always the same toxic behavior between the both of you.

“I’m done this time, Jean. I’m not coming back.” You simply said, quickly walking out of his room before he could say anything.

The stabbing pain in his heart had instantly stunned him, making him stare at the bedroom door you walked out of and everything came rushing to his head. The realization had hit him pretty hard and all it did was feed into his anger, making it worse than before.

He couldn’t believe you would easily give up on the relationship you two have built for over a year, he felt as if you never really loved him and it only made him more upset and that resulted in him punching a hole into the wall.

A week had passed, you mainly stayed inside the room you had on the scouts base- you barely would leave. You wouldn’t go to training sessions, wouldn’t go on missions, wouldn’t do anything. All you did was lay in bed and cried, the overwhelming pain pinning you down on your bed, preventing you from moving.

But the one day you had decided to come out and grab something to eat before heading back to your room, Jean sat in the mess hall with his arm around someone’s shoulder. At first, you couldn’t make out who it was until they had turned their head- it was his ex.

“Hey, Y/N.” Connie had called out to you but you had stood there emotionless until Jean had turned to meet your gaze.

The way your heart had dropped all the way down to your stomach, your worst nightmare coming to life right in front of you. You were quick to turn around and head back to your room before the tears could slip from your eyes.

Jean had watched you walk away, he was hoping that the little jealousy plan he was doing was working in his favor. He had missed you way too much to the point where his dumb brain had tricked him into thinking that bringing his ex here could make you jealous and come back to him.

But of course men aren’t that entirely smart when it comes to dating.

Jean had no idea that you sat in your room crying and having the heavy amount of your insecurities weighing down on you. He couldn’t see the fact that you were hurting way more than he was and all you wanted was for him to grow up.

He watched Sasha and Connie follow after you, making sure to bring you a plate of food from today’s lunch, wanting to make sure you were okay and fed.

“Can we come in?” Sasha spoke on the other side of the door, making you quickly wipe the tears off your cheeks and unlock the door for them.

But when they both saw you, they could tell you were crying from how red your eyes were and the way your cheeks were flushed but they decided not to bring that up. Instead they walked inside and all three of you sat on your bed.

“Wanna talk about it?” She mumbled towards you, setting the plate down in your lap and you glanced down at it, not knowing what to really say.

“Is it Jean?” Connie chimed in, watching you play around with the food on your plate with a fork.

All three of you were pretty close so it was obvious for the both of them to know that it was Jean and the relationship you two had. They knew you were beating yourself up over it and they knew that the sight of Jean with the ex he swore he didn’t like anymore, was a lot for you to handle.

“I just don’t feel good enough when it comes to him. His ex is everything that I’m not and it’s obvious that I will never be enough or better than they are.” You managed to choke out, making Connie shake his head repeatedly.

“No, you’re better. They’re nothing compared to you, Y/N and if Jean can’t see that then he’s clearly an idiot.” He tried to reassure you but in the back of your mind, you were set on not being enough for him.

“I love him more than anything, it hurts to not have him here.”

They both stared at you and realized just how much you have been suffering up in your room on your own. They can tell just how much Jean meant to you and that only irritated them more to know he sat outside in the mess hall, acting as if you never existed or never mattered to him.

Sasha sighed, reaching over to embrace you in a hug and soon Connie had joined in. It had made you feel somewhat better, just to know you had people who cared about you but it didn’t help the fact that Jean wasn’t here comforting you like he should be.

“We’ll leave you to eat but I’m coming back later for dinner and you’re coming to eat with us, okay?” She told you, making you somewhat nod your head even though you weren’t sure if you’ll be able to even leave your room now that he was out there with his ex.

When they both left their room, they agreed to one another that Jean needed to be put in his place and Connie had even thought about punching him in the face even though he was also his best friend. They were both furious with him and the way he had made you feel and the way he had easily tried to move on with the ex you were insecure about.

Connie had managed to yank him away from his ex, dragging him in the hall where Sasha waited. The both of them giving him a intense look.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Connie spoke first, his eyebrows furrowed together and the skin on his face getting hot.

“What did I do?” Jean scoffed, looking between the both of them confused.

“You know what you did, why would you bring your ex here knowing Y/N is still upset over the breakup?”

“Since when was Y/N upset? They broke up with me.”

“Didn’t it cross your little brain on why they did all of that? Or are you too dumb to realize their feelings?” Connie was being a bit more harsh than usual but he cared about the both of you deeply, he knew he had to do something at least.

“Look, the only reason why everything happened the way they did is because Y/N feels very low and not enough, comparing themselves to your ex, convinced they can’t be enough for you.” Sasha sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Jean had stood there, in shock almost as everything finally came to his head and everything had finally hit him like a ton of bricks. He hated himself for not seeing it sooner but having Sasha bring it up in a better way than Connie- it made him see all the signs that he didn’t see before.

He didn’t have any ounce of emotion or attraction towards his ex and the dumb decision he made to bring them here to make you jealous and come back to him, it made him feel even more stupid for making the wound in your heart bigger.

He didn’t know what to say to his two friends that stood in front of him, instead he dismissed himself and walked down the hallway towards your bedroom. He was racking his brain, trying to form the right words to say to you.

He didn’t want to screw things up with you, you meant everything to him and the way his heart raced inside of his chest as he stood outside your door. It had taken him a few minutes before bringing his fist up to knock on your door.

In your head, you were convinced that maybe it was Connie or Sasha returning back to your room like they said they were going to do earlier but when you opened up the door and moved your eyes up to meet Jean’s sad gaze, making your heart stop.

“What are you doing here?”

“Uh, can we talk? If not I can go.” He stuttered out, the nerves kicking in and the fear of being fear of being rejected.

At first it had crossed your mind to shut the door in his face because at the top of your head was the repeating image of him out in the mess hall with his ex but deep in your heart you had too much love for Jean and you couldn’t handle ignoring him and telling him to go.

Instead you had opened the door wider, letting him step inside and both sat on the small couch you had in your room. There was an awkward silence at first, after all that thinking on the way here he still didn’t know what to say to you to make things right.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you.” He started to say, his eyes trailing off and moving back to look down at you.

“It wasn’t my intention to make you leave that day and I really hate when we argue and break up all the time.” He sighed under his breath, his hand reaching back to scratch the back of his neck as he tried to form good enough sentences in his head before repeating them out loud.

“I don’t want us to continue to be toxic like that, you mean everything to me and I don’t want to lose you.”

“And what about you being with your ex?” You questioned, his sad eyes meeting yours and he simply shrugged his shoulders.

“I did it to make you jealous. It was a stupid idea because I felt like you were happier without me and I just wanted you to come back.” He admitted everything, the dumb plan to get you back failed miserably and now he was here trying to pick up your broken pieces again.

“You’re an idiot if you thought that was going to work.”

“I know I know, I couldn’t see that you were hurt. I never meant to try to replace you or make it seem like my ex is better because they’re not. You’re the only person I want to be with and the only person I’m in love with. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Y/N and I mean that.” Jean confessed the bottled up feelings he’s been having for a while now.

Sometimes he was just never good with confrontation or admitting how he feels but as he sat there in front of you, the heavy amount of guilt weighing down on him for making you feel upset and insecure about the ex he never liked or wanted in the first place.

“Jean..” You trailed off, you didn’t really know what to say because you were just as bad at confessing feelings and emotions. You didn’t want to admit the fact that you’re self conscious and not confident enough.

“I know that you don’t feel good enough or have any confidence in yourself but trust me when I say this, there is nobody else that makes me feel the way that you do. I wouldn’t trade you for the world.” He kept going, the rush of words slipping off his tongue with ease right when they came to his mind.

He would sit there and talk about you all day and all the little things he loved about you. He never wanted to lose you and he wished that he stopped himself from being so stupid and selfish months ago. He hated to think back on the arguments and how he let those stupid fights separate you and make you feel not enough for him.

“I don’t want to lose you.” He finished off his rambling, his large hands hesitating but eventually reaching over to grab a hold on yours and you let him.

The way your heart had felt heavy at the sight of his face and now all you felt was it flutter with such love for him. You never understood how you ended up having Jean, you never seen yourself one to be this deserving of good things but he made you feel the opposite, he made you feel worthy of good things.

“I’m sorry for leaving.” You finally apologized after being zoned out in your endless thoughts and he simply shook his head.

“No, I’m sorry for not listening to your insecurities and feelings sooner.” He sighed, his hand reaching up to caress your cheek while still feeling the intense amount of guilt hang on him.

All he ever wanted was for you to feel loved and wanted and he hoped he made you feel that way but he also couldn’t help the burden of not listening to your feelings even if you never mentioned them out loud, it was pretty easy to see when you were feeling low or upset and he never acknowledged it as much as he should have and for that, it really hurt him.

His thumb had stroked soft circles on your cheek, staring down at you with sad eyes but seeing the small smile on your face had made him a bit more happier. He squeezed your hand before leaning over to plant a few quick kisses to your lips before fully pressing them against yours. The kiss was slow and soft yet passionate and full of sparks, something you missed a little too much.

When he pulled back to look down at you fully, his fingers had moved back to tangle in your hair before you moved yourself to wrap your arms around him and embrace him in a tight hug. You had missed him everyday while you sat inside of this room alone and he had felt the same when he laid in his empty bed late at night.

You meant everything to him and now he would do anything to keep you happy and in place, no more small breakups and no more sadness- he just wanted you to feel good enough again.

This took way longer than it needed to.

I’m sorry for the lag and the constant “sorry and ty for your patience” status. I was doing good until just recently when I experienced a loss in the family. even if it was just a family pet, she meant everything to me and has been around for more than a decade. Its been really fucking hard but I’m managing.

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Comforting Jean || Jean Kirstein x Reader Headcanons

Jean is always needy for your attention when you’re around, so it’s easy for you to understand that’s something’s wrong when he’s not

It always breaks your heart when you find him all alone in your bedroom, eyes closed with his hands on his ears.

Seeing his pretty face without his beautiful smile hurts so bad that you always take him in your arms and he’s always so thankful to you for this

« I’m okay baby, don’t worry… »

But he’s not okay

Marco’s death still haunts him…

« I’m here Jean… I’m here for you… »

He always wraps his arms around you and pulls you as close to him as possible, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck as you caress his long soft hair

« Let it go Jean… Just let it go »

And your words are always enough…

You can never prevent yourself from crying too when he burst in tears in your arms, holding you tight

His sobs and his trembling shoulders break your heart into a thousand of pieces

His pain is also yours

You’ll never get used to see him cry like this

« I miss him so much… »

« I know Jean… I miss him too… »

« Never leave me Y/n… I wouldn’t survive… »

Feeling his tears running down your neck is the most painful sensation to you… you love him so much…

« I’m here Jean… and I’m not going anywhere. I’ll never leave you… »

« I love you so much »

You spend the next hour babying him, kissing his forehead, caressing his hair and his back to comfort him until his calms down and eventually falls asleep in your arms

You’re always happy when he finally sleeps, lying on your chest with your arms around him

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for sale or wanted - jean kirstein x fem! reader

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eighteen.

“You okay?” A soft voice asked from the door. Surprisingly, it was Ymir.

“Yeah.” Y/N responded meekly. She was buried under her covers, the opposite of okay, but she didn’t feel like rehashing the night’s events to her roommates. Even if it was a rare thing for Ymir to be concerned about her love life, she didn't have it in her to explain how Ymir might have been right.

On the outside of the door, Ymir shared a look with Sasha. Sasha shook her head begrudgingly. Ymir sighed, then knocked again. “Sasha doesn’t believe you.”

Y/N sighed. She sat upright, rubbing at her eyes. “Well, I’m fine, so…” Ymir shrugged. She was worried, but she wasn’t one to push it. Sasha, however, was distraught. Ymir was out with Historia when Y/N returned last night, but according to Sasha, Y/N had come in hysterical and quickly rushed to her bedroom, shutting the door without a further word. Sasha had a suspicion it had to do with Jean, since she was with him.

Upon hearing that, Ymir was determined to kick Kirstein’s ass, but decided against it. She knew Y/N wasn’t perfect. And Kirstein wasn’t a bad guy, no matter how much he annoyed Ymir. But she couldn’t help the desire. After the whole Porco incident, she knew she shouldn’t ever swallow her thoughts about a guy. She secretly felt the guilt of the relationship, and she didn’t want to relive it. Yet, Ymir knew not to push Y/N, or else whatever blip they were going through would become bigger. She preferred to wait for Y/N to tell them on her own time, and not be her usual rash self. Maybe it was the time with Historia that had made her become such a huge sap.

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One Month Ago…

Porco slammed his car door shut, inspecting himself in the window reflection. Brushing his already over gelled hair back, he made his way inside the gym.

Ymir pulled her hoodie over her head, hoping to further conceal herself. She sneakily walked after Porco into the gym, which Ymir recognized as sorority central for Marleyan girls. (Historia ranted about the terrible customer service of the gym frequently.)

She paced herself so Porco was able to check in, then approached the front desk. She didn’t need to go far, hoping to just catch a glimpse of Porco from where she stood.

“Can I help you?” The girl at the front desk asked. She was typical Marleyan bleach blonde, blue eyed, skinny and spray tanned. She had the attitude to match. “Uhhh…I was wondering if I could… um, get a tour of the place?” Ymir asked, scanning the area to her left with some exercise machines. Porco was nowhere to be seen.

The girl trailed her eyes up and down Ymir’s boyish frame. “Okay.” She said flatly. “Can I have your name?”

Ymir pondered for a bit. She wasn’t dumb enough to give her real name. “Ashley.”

The girl gave her a look, but somewhat hesitantly wrote her name down. “Last name?”

Ymir gave her a look back. What’s with the bitchiness? She wanted to ask.

Ymir hadn’t thought this through. “Uhhh…” She glanced around the gym. Smirking, she decided on one she found ironic. “Chi.” Like Sigma Chi.

The girl sighed, writing it down. Ymir realized the girl’s name tag read Ashley. She resisted the urge to laugh at how spot on she was at choosing a name that fit in.

“Okay, put this on your shirt.” Ashley handed Ymir a name tag. She noticed she had spelled “Chi” as “Chai”. She figured the bleach must have gotten to the girl’s brain cells.

After about 5 minutes of mindless wandering and the girl’s droning of the amenities, Ymir spotted him. And was it a sight to see.

Porco was being personally “trained” by a woman, no older than 24, on a weight lifting contraption. Only, he wasn’t actually doing any lifting, and was just leaning against the bar, flirting with the girl. The girl was obliging, giggling and occasionally placing her hand on his bicep. She was (surprise!) blonde, busty, and wearing a tight hot pink two piece set. Ymir resisted the urge to scream “Aha!” at the sight.

Ashley was still mumbling the useless tour information.”And this is the weight lifting room, where we offer various services like personal training, aero- aero- aerobotics-”

“Okay, thanks. I think I’ve seen enough.” Ymir cut her off. She considered her next move. Take pictures? Publicly humiliate him? Beat him up? “So you don’t want to continue?” Ashley asked.

Ymir narrowed her eyes. “Girl, no.”

Ashley sighed, trudging back to her desk.

Ymir shivered. She hated the vibes of that girl. She made a mental note to tell Historia she was right.

She watched Porco get felt up by the girl for a bit more, before leaving the gym, ignoring Ashley on her way out.

Ymir was unsure how to proceed. She paced the parking lot for a bit, her arms on her head. She was meddling, and not only was she stalking Y/N’s ex, but she had caught him in the act of flirting with a girl who was clearly not Y/N. Granted, they were broken up. But Ymir doubted it would hurt her friend any less.

She headed back to her car, the newfound joy at confirming her suspicions vanished. Grumbling to herself, she passed by Porco’s obnoxiously enormous bright red Ford F-150. It was shining menacingly, as if provoking Ymir. She kicked it, the loud ding ringing in her ears.

Suddenly, a thought came to Ymir. She reversed her steps, staring at the truck once more.

Porco did seem to like his truck a little too much. Y/N would complain how he would sometimes make her take her shoes off before getting in, since he was so concerned about not dirtying his precious baby. And even less surprising, when she found a set of false eyelashes that weren’t hers in the cupholder, Porco had claimed they were Y/N’s, and that she was always leaving crap behind.

Porco had even named the damn truck, something stupid, among the lines of “Jessie” or “Jessica”. It was just another example for Ymir of how idiotic the straight, white, male population was.

Ymir pulled her keychain out of her pocket.

Yes, Ymir was tough. But she was still scared shitless of being randomly kidnapped or assaulted. What the girls and most people didn’t know was that Ymir was secretly always paranoid, which is why she and Armin got along the best of Eren’s friends. That is also why she took Armin up on his advice and bought a self defense keychain, equipped with the just necessary items to hold off an attack.

On the keychain there was pepper spray, a personal siren button, and a blinder light. But most importantly, and even illegal to have in Marley, was a small, undetectable pocket knife disguised as lipstick.

She knelt down, figuring Ashley at the counter wouldn’t see her from where she sat. Ymir pulled her hoodie further over her head, hoping it would be enough to completely hide her identity so she wouldn’t get arrested for what she was about to do.

“Sorry, Jessica.” Ymir muttered. “But your daddy’s been behaving badly.”

She pulled the lipstick off the keychain and out of her hoodie pocket, uncapping the cover. In one quick, smooth motion, she cut a huge gash across the truck’s tire.

She then repeated the motion across all four tires. With each slash, the smile on her face grew bigger.

Once she was finished, Ymir nonchalantly made her way back to her car, whistling a tune.

The way she saw it was, if you can’t get to the boy, get to the thing he loves most. And in that case, it was Porco’s truck.

Ymir was uncharacteristically happy the rest of the day, much to the suspicion of Sasha and Y/N.

“Ymir,” Y/N narrowed her eyes. “Why are you so… cheery?”

“Did someone give you money on your livestream?” Sasha questioned.

Ymir shook her head. “What? Can’t a girl just enjoy this beautiful day?” Y/N and Sasha pointedly glanced out the dorm window, where it was currently grey and raining. “She probably got laid.” Sasha concluded.

Later that day, Porco made his way to his truck, another conquest ended in defeat. (Why did all these girls demand dates? Why couldn’t they just exchange social media and have a good time?) He unlocked his truck, preparing to step in, when he suddenly caught sight of the truck’s droopy state.

His tires were cut wide open, all the air leaking out. It was as if they had melted, big, black puddles on the parking lot gravel, only a fraction of what they used to be. And his truck, his red, beautiful baby, was sagging, no longer the elevated beauty he had made her.

The guttural scream that came out of Porco caused the pigeons and crows perched on the trees to fly away, screeching in agony.

Jean had already texted Y/N, and was currently awaiting her response.

He sighed after checking his phone once more. Since she wasn’t responding, it left him with one choice: go find her in person. But was he prepared for a possible rejection? After mulling over the thought of never being with her, he realized how trivial their fight seemed in comparison to the bigger picture.

“Connie,” Jean called. “I’m gonna get a haircut, then go see Y/N. Make sure to take the chicken out of the freezer please.”

“Ight.” Connie yelled from his room. He had the day off, and had been gaming for hours. Jean put his coat on and headed to the barber shop, hoping that by the time his overgrown mullet was gone, Y/N would answer.

A few hours later, Y/N awoke from a self induced sweets coma. After a small vent session with Sasha, she had been able to feel a bit better about the situation. Yet a small voice in the back of her head nagged her with the insecurity that perhaps Jean was not the good guy she had perceived him as. Reaching for her phone, she saw she had a notification from Jean. Swiping right to unlock her phone, Y/N’s eyes frantically scanned over the message.

Jean: Y/N, i’m sorry for…

Suddenly, her phone shut off and a disheartening sign of no battery appeared. Groaning, Y/N realized she had forgotten to charge her phone before her nap. She didn’t think Jean would text, much less a few days after the whole fiasco.

She plugged her phone in, eagerly awaiting it to charge so she could read the rest of his message.

“She left me on read.” Jean sighed. “See?” Connie let out a low whistle. “Damn, bro, that’s tough.”

“Yeah,” Jean ran a hand through his hair. He was currently stuck in traffic, and on the phone with Connie. “And it’s already dark out?”

“Yeah, man, this hour change is really kicking my ass. Hey, can you pass by and grab me some hot fries? We’re out.”

Jean rolled his eyes. “I just got some two days ago.”

Connie scoffed. “Well, they’re gone now.” “Alright, but it’ll be a while.” Jean turned his blinker on, signalling he would change his course once the light turned green. “Should I pick something up for Y/N, too? I’m starting to reconsider just showing up at her door.”

“Do you not pay attention to romance movies? You have to, bruh. Maybe even get a boombox and stand outside. Die! Get him, Raven! Get him!” Jean flinched.

“Connie, inside voice.” “Huh? You’re not home, though.”

Jean squinted. The line of traffic began to progress, so Jean shifted lanes, earning a few honks.

“Are you playing a game?” Jean asked after a minute. Connie had gone silent, save for the occasional grunt.

“Yeah, the new DC one. Why?” Jean shook his head. That explained his random outbursts.

“Okay, so yes to seeing Y/N?”

“I say go for it. You don’t really got much to lose.”

“I guess you’re right.” Jean exhaled. “I’m turning into Trost, wish me luck.” “Good luck, dude. Don’t panic, you got this. All the ladies can’t resist Jean motherfuckin’ Kirst- AW, you’ll pay for that, Darkseid! You big built-!”

The call suddenly dropped. Jean stared at his phone for a second, before shrugging. It wasn’t the weirdest thing for Connie to suddenly end a phone call, getting so worked up and accidentally pressing decline.

“I’m going to the store,” Y/N told Ymir and Sasha as she put on her jacket. “You guys want anything?”

Ymir shook her head, and Sasha raised a finger, an excited Ooh, escaping her lips. “If you see any Hot Fries, get me them please!”

“Duh.” Y/N grabbed her car keys and exited the dorm, hoping the small outing would serve as an easy distraction from her heartbroken state. It wasn’t everyday your crush insinuated you were a slut.

Y/N had never felt like this about anyone, not even Porco, and now that she had royally screwed it up, she wasn’t sure how to continue. She knew Jean was upset, but she was never good at confrontation or dealing with her own feelings.

“Aw, fuck.” Y/N cursed. She had arrived at the local bodega, but upon reaching into her coat pocket she realized she had left behind her phone, charging on her nightstand. She still didn’t know what Jean said. Sighing, she got out of her car, determined to make the trip quick so she could go back and read what Jean said.

As she entered the store, the bell overhead chimed, alerting the store of her entrance.

“No, no! Those aren’t spicy, you’re just not made to handle some heat.” Mrs. Chen, the owner of the store, was scolding a boy with his back turned to Y/N. Squinting, Y/N realized the boy looked familiar.

“Mrs. Chen, people only enjoy spicy foods based on two things: the reaction the heat causes them, or the actual flavor. I happen to like the flavor but not the reaction-” “Nonsense!” Mrs. Chen argued. “It’s simple; You’re a wimpy white boy.”

The boy chuckled, turning around to place a bag of Habanero flavored chips on the display. When he turned, Y/N realized it was Armin.

“Armin!” Y/N gasped. “Hey.” Armin’s face lit up. “Y/N! Hey, what are you up to?” He scurried over to greet her. Y/N sighed. “Just getting some snacks. I needed some comfort food. I don’t know if you heard but Jean and I… Well, we’re not talking right now.” She swallowed the lump that was beginning to form in the back of her throat. Armin’s smile melted into a look of concern.

“No, I didn’t, what happened?” Armin’s tone was laced with sympathy, and it made tears well in Y/N’s eyes. “Oh, it’s just- I’m sorry,” Y/N chuckled at her wobbly voice and mentally cursed herself for crying so easily. She wiped at her eyes with her sleeve. “Sorry, sorry.”

Armin placed a hand on her shoulder and rubbed it soothingly. The gesture reminded her of Jean. “It’s okay, don’t apologize. If you don’t feel ready to talk about it it’s okay. But I’m sure you and Jean will work things out. He likes you so much, Y/N. I doubt he’d intentionally try to hurt you.”

Y/N felt tears running down her cheeks. Sniffling, she let out a small laugh. Here she was, crying to a blue eyed boy who happened to be friends with the guy who she was crying over, in the middle of her favorite convenience store where she was supposed to just grab some snacks to get her mind off said boy. The irony was not unnoticed. “God, I’m pathetic. Crying in the chip aisle.” Armin laughed, hugging her to his side. It was an odd sight, as they were similar in height.

“Not at all. It’ll be okay, Y/N. Just breathe.” They giggled in unison, not registering the overhead chime of the door.

Jean huffed, greeting Mrs. Chen with a nod of his head. The weather was unforgiving, and he hoped by the time he made it to his apartment the wind would relent a bit.

He made his way over to the chip aisle, eyes scanning over the various selection. He heard laughter, and as he rounded the corner he spotted the hot fries Connie requested. Grabbing them, he turned around to head to the register when he saw the people responsible for the laughter he had heard.

“What the fuck?” Jean dropped the hot fries in shock.

Y/N and Armin swiveled around to face Jean, a mixture of shock and confusion on their faces.

“Jean?” Armin questioned. “Are you okay-”

Jean waved his arms at them, his eyes flickering from Y/N to Armin in an accusatory way. “What’s this, huh? You’re making your move now?”

Armin shared a look of disbelief with Y/N. “Okay, that’s not what’s happening at all.”

Jean scoffed. “Yeah, right. Have fun with Coconut Head, Y/N.” He waved his hand at them and began to walk away when Y/N exclaimed, “You idiot!”

Jean froze. “Huh?”

“You’re an idiot!” Jean faced her.

“I’m an idiot? You’re the one moving on to my friend-”

Y/N’s face was blazing red from anger, and she trembled slightly. “No, you dumbass! I like you. You’re the one who shut me out and just left me! Are you that dense, Kirstein? I wanted you, Jean! I still do!”

Jean’s scowl dissipated at her confession. “W-what? But you left me on read.” “My phone died when you sent that!” Y/N groaned, exasperated. “I don’t know what you said! Look, I don’t even have it on me right now, see!” She emptied her jacket pockets.

“Oh,” Jean replied, dumbfounded.

“Yeah, oh. If you ever bothered to ask you’d know Armin was just comforting me because of our fight.” Y/N tsked. “But you’re so hot headed I don’t know why I expected any different.” “Jean,” Armin cut in. “I promise it wasn’t what it seemed. And I owe Y/N. She’s kept my secret and the least I could do was ask her what was wrong.”

“Your secret?” Jean’s brow furrowed. Y/N then noticed he had gotten a haircut, his infamous mullet gone. It looked good, she begrudgingly thought, but there was no way she would tell him that.

“Every Thursday, when I ‘disappear’? Yeah, I go to Chess Club. I’m Vice President. See? No big deal.” Armin admitted.

Jean was still confused. “That was your secret?”

Armin was blushing now, his voice raising a few octaves higher. “Yes, already! I’m just telling you so you don’t think there’s anything suspicious going on, alright?” Jean rubbed the back of his freshly exposed neck awkwardly. “My bad… I just- I saw-”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Yeah, we know.” The trio stood in silence for a bit, before Armin cleared his throat. “So, I’m just going to see myself out… Nice seeing you guys.” He tiptoed around them, and out of sight.

Jean sighed. “Y/N, I’m sorry-”

“Jean, look-”

They both stopped. “You go first. No, you-” They said in unison.

“Okay, I'll go first because I want to apologize. Y/N, I am an idiot and I am a dumbass. Forgive me.” Jean stepped closer to Y/N. “These days not speaking to you has literally been torture. You mean so much to me. And I had no right to get mad at you about your past with Porco. I never wanted to hurt you. You said it yourself. I’m a hotheaded fool.”

Y/N couldn’t resist the smile forming on her lips. “So…You miss me that much?”

Jean grinned. “Very. This fight was dumb and I for sure overreacted. Don’t hate me.”

Y/N shook her head. “Well, I can’t hate you even if I tried. And I have tried.” Jean laughed.

“I guess I deserve that.”

“And I’m sorry, too. I don’t know what I was thinking. I should have been honest from the beginning. And I shouldn’t have lied about the stupid couch. You deserved honesty. And I’m sorry my insane ex punched you.” Y/N breathed. It felt good to get everything off her chest.

Jean chuckled. “I meant what I said, I’d take any amount of punches for you. And fuck the couch, who cares? I can always get a new one. As long as we’re good. We are good, right?” Jean leaned in closer to meet her eyes.

“We’re good.” Y/N confirmed, closing the distance between them to embrace him in a hug.

Jean shut his eyes, wrapping his arms around her tightly. He inhaled her scent, thanking God he had been able to get her back.

“You wanna go back to my dorm? It’s movie night.” Y/N whispered.

“For sure.” Jean separated, and placed a delicate kiss on her forehead. He grabbed her hand, and they picked out snacks for their impromptu reunion movie night.

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