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[ye4gerism]

thinking of wag y/n and baseball player eren

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i may or may not be writing this fic atm

ok literally rewatching aot and i’ve lowkey been having an eren phase. i’ve always wanted to write for him - and personally i feel like celeb au’s fit him so well :3 (in my celeb!jean draft, he’s a singer)

EREN (and zeke) who is insanely talented in the arts. he has a large interest in music and film. his dad wanted them both to be doctors but 🧍🏾‍♀️ eren probably ends up at like NYU or UCLA for school

EREN who finds so much popularity on social media. immediately everyone’s crush. he does silly little tiktoks with zeke to promote his music

EREN works with zeke to produce his music

EREN (and zeke) who reach celebrity status over night and sudden grisha is so proud of his sons and goes around bragging about how he’s responsible for their careers

EREN who is looking for a publicist because he and zeke are building their team. he and zeke interviewed so many people but he really felt a connection with you. you were serious about having a career in media and he found you beautiful. he has to try to convince zeke that it isn’t about your looks.

EREN who tries to find a moment to talk to you about social media posts or what pictures that getty images make him look good.

EREN who tries to get Zeke to tell you subliminally to give eren a chance. he ends up telling you straight up that eren wants you.

EREN who gets rejected after you find out. something about not dating clients.

EREN who ends up getting a confession from you within the same week. you admit you like him back but were concerned about the type of relationship you’d have. after much conversation, you start a relationship in private and managed to keep it under wraps until someone from eren’s camp leaked your relationship to the press.

EREN who has a shit ton of crazy fans that are angry that he isn’t single. He ends up helping you move out of your apartment into his for your safety.

EREN who enters a serious relationship with you. you stop being his publicist and started working with other celebs. Eren finally acknowledges you as his girlfriend to the public.

EREN who proposes on new year’s eve because he’s dramatic like that. he pulls you away from a new year’s party with other musicians, actors, etc and the minute the clock strikes twelve, you’re engaged

now if i actually wrote something like this, would you guys be down to read it? should it be a full blown story? some oneshots? headcanons?

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THE PEOPLE YEARN FOR MORE JEAN X READER ‼️‼️

THE PEOPLE WANT TO STICK TO THEM BOOKS ‼️‼️‼️

hi!

thank you for your ask lol😭 i didn’t know people actually liked STYB

as you might have already noticed, i have been away and i totally forgot to update you guys here on tumblr. i’m always on tiktok, so you can find more updates about my work on there.

i’m heading back to school and i need to lock in and focus on this degree (i am sticking to my books lol). so, STYB is on a hiatus until winter/spring. my beta readers are also in school too and i want to respect their time!

i’ll be writing unedited chapters during the school year and most definitely will finish STYB when i’m away. hopefully, if i stick to my plan, STYB can have a smoother release schedule to look forward to.

chapter 5 isn’t on tumblr bc i didn’t want to go through all that coding but it can be read here on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/66674455/chapters/177764936

i’ll probably upload some jean x reader headcanons here (but it’s unlikely as i like fics more than headcanon posts) but if you seriously want some more, please feel free to hit my inbox again!

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hi guys! i was on vacation this past week and did not upload a chapter for styb. i plan to publish a chapter sometime this week or maybe a double chapter next week. idk yet.

but i was curious if anyone wanted to be apart of a taglist to get updates on the chapter as they come out!

my requests are open and i’ll be positing soon!

taglist | series masterlist

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Stick to Your Books

★ chapter four. in which you attend a frat party with jean….things immediately go to shit. previous chapter.

content ★ college au, frat party, alcohol, first kisses, fake dating, black reader friendly

author’s note ★ hi guys. i actually hate frats oml. i’ll never write a frat chapter again. series masterlist.

"Anonymous" 2hrs

EDR THROWING TONIGHT. BE THERE OR BE SQUARE

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Tonight was the big night; EDR was throwing. Epsilon Dionysus Rho, as they were formally known, was one of the most sought-after fraternities at U of P - whether you wanted to be a part of it, if you wanted to get with one of the brothers, or even be allowed into one of their parties.

You and Hitch were getting ready together. You had tried to avoid conversation with her due to yesterday's events as she and Marlo had put you in the strangest situation. You know that feeling of a sneeze building up but never actually sneezing? That’s how you felt with her in the room. Hitch was itching to speak to you, as she tried to encourage a conversation today. She had offered to do your makeup but you respectfully declined.

"I think I got it tonight." You don't look at her, instead focusing on setting out the makeup you had. Hitch stands by your desk sheepishly for a moment before going to sit at her own.

Between the shopping trip and now, you figured that putting Hitch at a distance would be appropriate. Your situation with Jean was not only official but temporary and you didn't need her getting in your head or your business, especially if she wasn't going to play nice.

Oh. And her fuck ass boyfriend, Marlo. What the hell was his problem?

"I saw you eating breakfast with your little friend."

"It's just that you're really smart, you know? You don't need to date a guy to get a job you know you can get on your own."

"I just don't think he deserves all that."

Where was all of this extra attention coming from? You huff at the thought and shake your head before starting your makeup. If there was a word to describe your predicament it'd be 'ridiculous'; what are the odds that all this would happen to you?

You finish up, satisfied with your look. At the most perfect time, you get a text.

Jean Kirstein

⤷ jean kirstein in the lobby. should i come up?

y/n better if i meet you down there. i'll be quick

You get up from your desk and grab a small, black, leather purse hanging off one of the sides of your bed. You open it, making sure you have everything you need: lip gloss, I.D., body mist, keys, pepper spray.

All good to go. The only thing, or rather person, you planned to leave behind was your roommate. You weren't going to let Hitch ruin your second party for you. You walk up to the door and begin to turn the knob.

"Hey, wait! Marlo isn't here yet," you hear her call out.

You look over your shoulder and stare straight at her. “Jean’s waiting for me downstairs. I’m going out with him.”

Tonight, you had opted for a white halter neck corset top, a jean skirt, and a pair of tennis shoes you couldn't care less about. Putting on the clothes was like putting on a different identity; you weren't Y/N but rather the Girlfriend. But what was her name? Did that title define who she was? You don't know why Jean and Mikasa separated but you wonder if the pressure of the title was a factor.

Probably not. She was - correction - she is Mikasa Ackerman. Calm and confident defined her. It must have been something Jean did, because how do you lose a girl like her?

You finally reach the lobby and see Jean and Connie standing together. As you get closer, you observe how other students, probably on the way to the same party, gawk at both of them. Jean finally spots you and his eyes light up. You could help but smile and wave.

"You look good," Jean says when you reach them. He places both of his hands on your shoulders and leans down. When his eyes close, you realize what's happening: your first kiss with Jean. You close your eyes too but do nothing with your lips. His lips gently sit on yours and you find yourself pressing against his. His lips feel soft - like he actually took care of them. You could feel a little bit of glide as you tried your best to make the kiss look believable. Did he have a little bit of chapstick?

You pull away and you both stare at each other for a moment. Did he feel it too? The feeling of your heart jumping? Your breath escaping your lungs?

Then you remember: this is a façade. It was all for show. He probably didn’t feel shit.

“Hi Connie.” Your voice is shaky.

Connie stands close by, hands in his pocket. He doesn’t look convinced, or at least he doesn’t look that way in your eyes. “Is he bothering you?” he jokes. Your heart settles.

“I'm a little confused - I thought you guys met last week? Kissing already?” the boy questions. Your heart picks up again. You have your story but you don't have anything to explain the kissing. He then lightly punches Jean on the arm. “Kirstein, you fucking dog! At least let the relationship marinate before all the lovely shit. She’s not your girlfriend yet, right?”

Jean’s quiet but his eyes are wide. He looks over at you, as if he were looking for an answer in your eyes. However, you’re equally as lost.

“Right…” he answers, uncertain. “I guess I’m getting too excited.” Jean puts an arm around your shoulder and squeezes you close. “Sorry about that.”

There were so many obvious holes in your story. Yes, you had agreed to be his fake girlfriend but you also met exactly a week ago. Some parts of this plan needed revision.

You’re about to ask Jean and Connie if they’re ready to go but your eye catches the sight of another individual - Marlo. He brushes past your group but not without taking a quick look at you. Just problem after problem. Why didn’t you pre-game? Why weren’t Jean and Connie pre-gaming? Weren’t they the professionals?

“We should go. This residential hall is making me break out in hives,” Connie jokes.

As Connie turns around, Jean tells him to shut up. He offers you your hand and you take it. Your hold is a little tight, making Jean pause. “You alright?” he whispers. You swallow your spit and put on a brave face before nodding.

You finally arrive at the very packed EDR house. The walk there had to be the most draining walk you’ve ever had - not because it was far, but the thought of cleaning up had you stuck. By the time you walk inside, you’re ready to find where the drinks are. You didn’t get to drink a lot last week and figured if Jean were by your side, you’d participate a little. You’re ready to follow Connie to wherever the hell he was going, sliding between girls under bright flashing lights, but you’re pulled back by Jean.

Your back hits his front and his hands lock your arms against your body. He bends down, his lips grazing your ear. His entire presence sends a shudder down your entire body. “Let’s lay off on PDA tonight. Connie’s right, we only met a week ago. Just do everything at 10%.”

“Jean, what does that even mean? This was all your idea, remember?” you say back.

Jean’s grip on you loosens but doesn't move. “Just…just figure it out,” is all he can manage. He leads you into the crowd until he spots Connie and some other guys. When you reach the group, you realize it’s Reiner, Porco, and Floch from the other night.

“Hey fellas,” Jean greets. His hands find your waist, “You might remember this beautiful lady from the other night.”

“Yeah…” Floch hisses. He looks at you like he wants to kill you.

“Oh, I didn’t know Hitch’s quiet little friend was the same girl who threw her drink at you,” Porco elbows the ginger. The guys chuckle and Floch’s annoyance increases.

“And I was right about her too…what are you? Some fucking groupie? How do you even know Jean?” he hits back. You freeze. You knew he was mad but was that needed? His comments incite multiple ‘woah’s from his teammates who all take a step towards Floch to reprimand him some more. You stand awkwardly behind the group as their voices draw attention from others.

You look around you, hoping to find another familiar face. You recognize a freckled face moving through the crowd and you start to feel hopeful. Separating yourself from the drama you make your way up to here. “Ymir?” you call out.

She stops and looks over the crowd before locking eyes with you. “Y/N!” Ymir moves over to you and takes your hands. “Hi! You’re here!” She looks over at the group of lacrosse players still arguing. Ymir rolls her eyes and decides to take you into the crowd. You look over your shoulder, looking for Jean but he’s too focused on going off on Floch.

Ymir leads you outside and you begin to realize how hot the EDR house was. “The air feels so good,” you say with an exhale in your voice. Ymir walks you over to a table with three beverage dispensers. “Jungle juice?” she asks, “I had some earlier. I’m fine. Just a little tipsy.” You look at her then the dispensers. “You also don’t have to!” she clarifies.

“Fuck it, I’ll have some jungle juice.” You grab a red solo cup and pull the tab of the dispenser and pour yourself about a quarter of alcohol. You take a sip and turn to Ymir. “Not bad,” you say.

Ymir gestures for you to follow her and she takes you over to another side of the lawn, where you observe a few other individuals seated. You only recognize one face - Historia’s. “Hi Y/N!” she greets, “I didn’t know you were coming. Where’s Jean?”

“Inside with some of his teammates,” you reply. You take a look at the ground for a quick second and observe all the solo cups on the ground. Do the EDR guys clean all of this up after every party? What a pain.

“Y/N, this is Annie, Bertholdt, and Armin. Annie’s a tennis player and Bertholdt’s on the basketball team,” Ymir explains as she points to each respective person.

“So are all of you athletes?” you joke, “You were all born little super humans?”

Armin, the blond, seated with a grey boxy tee on and arms crossed, shakes his head. “I don’t…I actually manage the media for the lacrosse and baseball teams.” You sigh and sigh of relief and everyone around you starts to laugh. “I do play club golf. So, I am a bit of an athlete.”

“Should I do a sport too? Is it too late?” you ask, half jokingly. It didn’t sound like a bad idea - getting active, traveling to different parts of Paradis, built-in friends.

“I mean you used to dance, right? Dance team’s pretty decent and I don’t mind putting in a good word for you if you wanna cheer,” Historia offers. “Regardless of what you choose, you’ll still end up cheering for Jean on the sidelines.”

Ymir pokes your sides. “Ooohh…lovebirds?” You swat her hand away.

Bertholdt furrows his eyebrows. “Lovebirds?” Fuck.

“Yeah, Jean and Y/N are lovey-dovey. Always eating together and going out. Aren’t you, Y/N?” Historia continues.

You purse your lips trying to make up a response. “We’re…we’re just talking,” you simply say.

Armin and Annie, the other blonde (so many fucking blondes) share a knowing look. “Didn’t Jean just break up with Mikasa? You know it’s a little weird to start plotting on someone who just got out of a relationship?” Annie asks.

“Who said I’m plotting? What the fuck? I just met you.” You feel an uncomfortable hole in your stomach. You weren’t big on confrontation and like you just said, you just met all of these people. What do you do when one of these individuals decides to give you the Floch treatment?

“Sounds pretty guilty to me,” Annie continues. You did feel a little guilty but you couldn’t pinpoint why. Was it because you were doing such a shitty job at being a fake girlfriend and the holes in your story were getting bigger every second?

You chug whatever’s left of your jungle juice before looking at Ymir. “I’m gonna head out. I don’t want to be ‘a little weird’ and ruin the mood,” you say. “Nice meeting all of you.” You don’t give Ymir a chance to say anything as you immediately turn on your foot to return to that hot ass house.

What the fuck was that bitch trying to say about you? That you were weird and not some ‘girls girl’? What the hell! It’s not like the guy has publicly claimed you as his girlfriend. And is she giving him any trouble about any of this? You work your way around the house, trying to find a table or the kitchen in hopes of finding that box wine you wasted on fucking Floch last week.

As you continue to look around for another thing to drink, you finally catch Jean. He looks like he’s supposed to be having a conversation with someone but he’s looking off into the crowd. Was he looking for you?

You attempt to look closer and as you do, it becomes clear - he’s looking at her.

The sight of Mikasa talking to another guy had him in a trance and you were quickly reminded that he’s only known you for a week. Whatever seemingly romantic interactions you’ve had with him don’t compare to being with her for years. You look over to see if she’s noticed him and to your surprise, and slight annoyance, it looks like she has that same look of yearning. She looks at the guy and later pretends to be distracted by the crowd - it’s a whole routine.

So you had a few options: let them share this moment as you look dumb and lost in Jean’s arms or look like the girl who’s so excited she bagged an athlete and kiss him right here, right now.

At this moment, is he yours or hers?

You say a bunch of ‘excuse me’s and ‘coming through’s until you reach Jean. You tug on his hand and he looks down at you, startled by your presence. “Y/N,” he says loudly, “Where have you-”

“Shut up!” You grab his face and pull him in for a kiss. You’re not sure what you’re doing. Are you supposed to put your tongue in his mouth? Jean quickly pulls away from your grasp.

“Are you okay? What are you doing?!” he questions. You don’t answer as your focus is now on Mikasa, whose face is unreadable. Is she disgusted? Does she think you’re desperate? Her face finally changes - it looks like she laughed…and that guy is looking over too.

You feel stupid. Embarrassed. Like there’s a hole growing in your belly. Why did you do that?

“I’m going home,” you say to no one in particular.

“What? I can’t hear you.” Jean cups his ear in your direction. You push past him and try to find your way to the front. You hear him calling your name but you don’t mind him. You made it outside to the front where rejected students are either lingering around or begging to get in. You don’t hear Jean yelling for you anymore - you must be in the clear.

You walk away from the EDR house and as you begin your journey, you’re not sure if you want to cry. What the fuck just happened?

“Y/N.” You stop walking, and your heart almost stops. You look over your shoulder and it’s just Jean. Feeling safe, you start your trek. “Y/N,” he tries again.

“You were looking at her. I was gone and you were looking at her. Why weren’t you looking for me?” you start.

You hear him sigh. “I told you to take the PDA down a notch. So…I assume you found someone to hang out with,” Jean replies.

“Oh, I found some people. I got introduced to her fucking friends! Your friends, Ymir and Historia, let it slip that I was seeing you and it didn’t go over so well with them.”

Jean doesn’t say anything and you choose not to follow up either. You’re closer to your dorm and you’re so ready to shower and end this night.

“Why did you kiss me?” he asks, breaking the silence.

You stop walking and turn around. “Why were you looking at her?” For the first time this night, you finally get to look into his eyes, which reflect a mixture of confusion and guilt.

“Listen, I know she's your ex. And I know this whole ordeal is for your image and an internship you promised me," you start, "But is this plot also to make her jealous? Because now, I’m frustrated.”

And a little jealous.

Jean stares at you, guilt rushing from his eyes to his face.

"I don't want to do this if I'm only being used to make Mikasa Ackerman jealous."

You open your bag and take out your keycard. “Let me know what you think. Good night, Jean.” You start to walk away before Jean comes up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and turning you around. He holds you firmly in place.

"What are you-"

"Be quiet," he responds lowly. Jean inches closer to your face before capturing your lips with his. The kiss starts off soft. Just his lips enveloping yours over and over again. His hands find a spot on your waist and later one goes to your back and pulls you closer. Your hands rest on his chest.

This isn't something you do every day. In fact your last kiss was in high school with this random idiot who only Goddess Ymir knows what he's up to now.

He's rougher now. You start to panic when you feel his tongue entering your mouth. It's sudden. It makes you gag. You recoil and push as hard as you can on his chest and he gets the memo, pushing himself away from you.

"Jean..." you breathe.

"I'm sorry-"

"No kissing outside of your little events...remember?" you remind him quietly.

Jean takes a step back. His hands are stuck to his sides and he's unsure of where to look. He opens his mouth, "Maybe I should..."

"Kiss me again," you finish. You didn’t want to remember this night on a bad note. You just wanted one thing to go right.

His eyes land on you once more and they're wide. "That's not what I-"

"Kiss me again," you repeat, determination present in your voice. You take a step toward him and reach your hands up to your face. Jean concedes, meeting you halfway. He pecks your lips and he does it over and over again until your kisses are less organized.

You pull away first again and he lets out a breathy chuckle. “We need to practice your kissing skills. You’re obviously not experienced.” Compared to when he picked you up, this kiss felt more intentional. You wanted to do it over and over again. Secretly, you hoped he actually wanted to practice.

“Well, we all aren’t certified kissing professionals like you, I guess.” You roll your eyes. “I can walk back from here. Good night, Jean.” You take a moment to look at him - his messy hair, the stupid sparkle in his eyes - before turning around and finishing your journey back to your dorm.

“Hey Y/N?” Jean calls out. “I’m sorry.”

You stop to look at him. You’re not sure what to say back. So you smile. Smile and wave.

"Anonymous" 15m

Eren and Mikasa confirmed???

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Before I Let Go

★ in which you bring jotaro along to a grad party cookout

content ★ meeting the family-ish, college, post-part 3, cookout/barbecue, black reader

author’s note ★ i love that 4th of july cookouts are never actually about the 4th of july. anyway, i’m still on this jotaro high (requests are open jotaro stans😛)

★ you were dating this guy from japan - jotaro kujo. he was probably the hottest STEM major you knew. you met him during orientation week. out of everyone he met that first week of school, you were the one he found himself coming back to. your relationship lasted all of freshman year.

★ jotaro lets you know that he’s heading back home for the summer and wants to spend time with you before he goes. and you have the perfect idea.

⤷ “my baby cousin is having a grad party. it’s gonna be a cookout. you barbecue back home, right?” you ask him. Jotaro takes a moment to answer. “To be honest…not really. Cooking isn’t my mom’s strong suit,” he admits.

★ and so you drag him down to your cousin’s house the weekend the the grad party. everyone is all over him because he’s so handsome. the minute he gets settled, someone wants to ask him if he has a brother.

★ your male family members obviously have to make sure he’s the right guy for you…and obviously this is tested through a series of card games…which, weirdly enough, jotaro wins them all.

⤷ “when did you get so good at card games? you can’t master Uno but you can play spades?” you question. jotaro simply smiles at you and shrugs.

★ he eats like he’s never eaten before. every second, jotaro has a new plate of SOMETHING. hotdogs, ribs, hamburgers, ANYTHING.

⤷ he packs one plate for the next day as he plans to go home as soon as possible.

★ he’s really shy when it comes to dancing. for like two seconds, you’re trying to teach him a line dance and he sits down and says something about being “too full to dance”.

⤷ but jotaro loves the sight of you dancing with your cousins and how hard you laugh when you mess up.

★ you feel like jotaro earned your family’s approval as he blended in so well and he clearly loved your family and the experience he just had.

⤷ “can’t believe i’ll be gone and you’ll go to more of these,” he says sadly. you laugh and kiss his cheek. “come home early and we can go to more cookouts together.”

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i have this 3k words, post-part 3, pre-part 4 jotaro x reader fic that i just wrote about him becoming jolyne’s dad but i’ve never written anything like it b4 so idk

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Stick to Your Books - J. Kirstein (Hiatus)

sophomore d1 lacrosse player jean kirstein gets dumped by gymnast mikasa ackerman. your roommate wants to break you of your shell. what happens when a party hosted by his teammates leads to him asking you to be his girlfriend?

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

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Good Luck, Captain! - O. Curly

on a study abroad trip, you meet another (handsome) study abroad student who talks his way into your heart and ends up being a key part of your life.

Best Wishes, Curly!

⤷ you didn’t think you’d live a life without your husband but you were and, slowly but surely, you were inching towards a new normal. And then your phone rings.

Rest of Your Lives

⤷ the only traditional part of your wedding is the after party. wink wink.

Happy Birthday, Jolene

⤷ it’s curly’s birthday and jimmy wishes for the end of your relationship.

Dream of Fish

⤷ is it too good to be true? your husband finally quits his job allowing you to plan your lives post-tuplar.

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MASTERLIST

✮ headcanons ⟡ oneshots

★ATTACK ON TITAN

all is fair in love and war - j. kirstein ★ chapter two three four

⤷ after the rumbling, you found yourself on your feet in your home town. you have a completely new life - you’re watching your country be built again and now you have a partner! what happens when a man from your past reaches out to you via letter?

stick to your books - j. kirstein ★ series masterlist

⤷ sophomore d1 lacrosse player jean kirstein gets dumped by gymnast mikasa ackerman. your roommate wants to break you of your shell. what happens when a party hosted by his teammates leads to him asking you to be his girlfriend?

parenting headcanons - j. kirstein ✮

★JOJO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE

black reader headcanons - j. kujo & jp. polnareff ✮

before i let go - j. kujo ✮

parenting headcanons - j. kujo ✮

husband headcanons - j. kujo ✮

★MOUTHWASHING

good luck, captain! - o. curly ★ series masterlist

⤷ on a study abroad trip, you meet another (handsome) study abroad student who talks his way into your heart and ends up being a key part of your life.

cowboy curly - o. curly ✮

⤷ drabble

thanksgiving - o. curly ✮

milk, eggs, leftover pomegranate - o. curly ⟡

relationship headcanons - o. curly ✮

★RESIDENT EVIL

nothing more - l. kennedy ⟡

⤷ my take on leon and the girlfriend that we always hear about before he left for raccoon city.

black reader headcanons - l. kennedy ✮

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★ i am a student before i am anything. please understand that outside of tumblr, i am learning and also making money. i will write when i can write

★ my requests are currently open, just keep my speed in mind

��� you might also notice the “black reader friendly” tags on my posts. i am a black woman writing with black women in mind. anyone can read my work but it’s often implied that the reader is bipoc.

★ i do not write incest (including stepcest oml), non/dubcon, yandare, extreme gore in any of my stories

★ i do write smut and too much angst. you quickly understand that i love domestic fics and like exploring characters outside of the action of their source material. i’m also okay with writing alternative universes!

★ fandoms and characters i write for:

- attack on titan (i’m a huge jean and eren girlie but i’m open to others!)

- jojo’s bizarre adventure (primarily for stardust crusaders + diamond is unbreakable!)

- mouthwashing (captain curly)

- resident evil (leon s. kennedy)

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★TEDDY she/her. nineteen. black writer. leon s kennedy + jean kirstein enthusiast. requests are open.

masterlist ★ rules & regulations ★ archive ★ ao3 / tiktok

STICK TO YOUR BOOKS…in which jean kirstein, d1 player at the university of paradis, asks you to be his fake girlfriend up until draft day.

dividers created by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

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Family Vacation W/ Jotaro

☣︎ - in which you want you, jotaro, and baby jolyne take your first trip as a family. jotaro’s a little hesitant to take jolyne anywhere as she’s so little but a little bit of reflection changes his mind.

content tags headcanons, post part 3 but WAAAY before part 4, domestic life, black reader friendly

author’s note i’ve been doing a jjba rewatch and just finished the stardust crusaders arc and i miss writing for jojo. also, i’ve been getting a lot of attention on my very few jotaro hcs, so it must be a sign to come back.

When you proposed the idea of taking your nine-month-old daughter to Disneyworld, Jotaro started to question whether you had truly lost your damn mind.

⠀ ★ “She’s a baby. What is she going to do at Disneyworld?” he asks when you bring it up. “Well…she could meet her favorite characters, ride a few light rides…we could even ask your grandpa and mom to come and make it a whole thing.” You know he wants to say some snarky bs from the unconvinced look in his eyes but instead he sighs. “I’ll think about it.”

At first, he was going to tell you no; a trip to Disneyworld from Miami would take about three and a half hours by car. Now, don’t get him wrong, he loved his baby but a three-hour car trip with little Jolyne sounded like a punishment. And you wanted to bring Joseph and his mom? Forget it.

But he didn’t forget it - he thought back to his first trip: it was his first trip to America after his fifty-day journey to Egypt. He missed a little bit of school and had to get a few grades up while managing his grief and the questions he still had about…everything. He was turning eighteen within the next month, and although he defeated his family’s greatest enemy, he wasn’t so sure about what to expect next.

His grandfather had gotten word of his state and planned a short vacation to Disneyworld. It didn’t make anything in Egypt go away but it further strengthened his relationship with Joseph. It later became one of the places he took you for a date when you met during your first year of undergrad. He reasoned with your want - it’d be the perfect place to take Jolyne.

Jotaro doesn’t ever actually tell you that he’s agreed to take you and Jolyne on this trip. It was a trip to CVS that made you realize this was actually happening.

⠀ ★ “So…I’m not understanding why Jolyne needs a passport,” you say, “I thought she wasn’t doing any traveling.” You’re both looking at the photos your baby took. It was a lot of effort but you managed to get some good ones. “Well, I figured if Jolyne does a good job at Disneyworld, we could take her to Japan next. You know, so she can see how I grew up and learn a little bit about her roots,” Jotaro says casually. You don’t say anything, confused by everything he just said. “If she does a good job at Disneyworld…?” And then it hits you, “Jojo, are we going to Disneyworld?!”

He makes it a whole thing by not only getting you passes to the park but he also paid for you to stay at the Contemporary Resort during your trip.

Although you didn’t do many thrill rides, he enjoys watching Jolyne’s excitement on the Kilimanjaro Safaris, her joy when she met Cinderella, and how her eyes light up at the SpectroMagic show at Magic Kingdom.

⠀ ★ The morning after your last day, you start your journey back to Miami. “It was a great trip right?” you try to egg him on, “You know you love that place.” He chuckles. “It gets a little pricey but…watching Jolyne…price doesn’t matter that much.”

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"Y/n threw her long blonde hair into a messy bun"

[ye4gerism]

𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑻𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲𝑺 - 𝑱𝑬𝑨𝑵 𝑲𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑰𝑵 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 part three

word count 3.6k

content tags/warnings fake dating, jealousy, weird roommate and her weird boyfriend, black reader friendly

author’s note hi.

synopsis sophomore di lacrosse player jean kirstein gets dumped by gymnast mikasa ackerman. your roommate wants to break you of your shell. what happens when a party hosted by his teammates leads to him asking you to be his girlfriend? part two

"Anonymous" 3hrs

Jean fumbled

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You're sitting at a booth across from each other.

The longer your food takes, the more you're in your head about the decision you just made. The sentence 'I'll be your girlfriend' repeatedly played in your head. It was loud. It was quiet. It even had different accents and dialects.

"Are you good?"

Jean sits across from you, forearm resting on the table. With his other hand, he pushes his hair out of his face. You like how much he has. It isn't too long or short.

And those arms. You knew he was an athlete but what the hell was he eating to look the way he does?

'Calm down. He doesn't really-"

"Hey, you know what?” You weren't focusing. Again. “Let's talk terms and conditions."

"You made a contract?" you ask. Had he really thought that deeply about his proposal? Where did he even find the time between school, practices, and games? You were surprised but a little impressed.

"No? I didn't think it'd be that serious. Would you prefer one?"

You think for a moment. It really wasn't that serious. The Paradis Lacrosse League Draft occurred at the end of the school year in May. It's only February, meaning you have three months with this guy.

"I don't think a contract is necessary," you finally say, "I assume our ‘terms and conditions’ won't be too hefty?"

Jean nods. "Shouldn't be. Do you want to lay some ground rules?"

"Um..." You think back to all the corny fake dating Rom-Coms you've seen over the years.

"Obviously, we need to have a level of PDA, and several times we want to be seen in public," you start. You look at Jean's arm resting on the dining table. It's probably better to practice now. You take your hand and place it in his. Jean adjusts his hand to hold yours. Your stomach felt something - flutters, maybe. Or you were nervous and it’s just turning.

"Well...well...you know, we could do things like this. Holding hands and um...maybe hugs?" you suggest.

"We could probably do breakfast and lunch at the dining hall," Jean adds.

"That'd be nice." You normally had breakfast alone. Sometimes, a classmate would join you, but because nobody gets up for 10 a.m. (surprisingly), you are often left alone.

You imagine eating with Jean, whispering nonsense about your situation, and walking to class together as everyone gawks at you in the hallway. Then you remember the golden rule.

"Absolutely no kissing," you blurt out.

Jean cocks his head to the side. "Really?"

You blink. "Why? You wanna kiss me?"

"No. Well, yes! But in the context of our situation..." He hums. "I think it'd be appropriate to engage in some physical activity."

Your face twists in disgust. "Physical activity? Am I your fake girlfriend or your 'get over Mikasa ticket'?"

His face drops in realization of what you just said. "I didn't mean it like-"

"Sorry for the wait! Here's your food enjoy!" Your waiter had finally arrived with both of your plates. You say your ‘thank you’s before looking at each other to wrap up your PDA conversation. Hopefully, some food in your bellies would make the conversation a bit easier.

"I meant the kissing. Of course, I'd never hook up with you," Jean tries again. Your eyebrows furrow and you pull your hand away.

"And what makes you think I would want to hook up with you?" you hit back.

You and Jean look at each other with the same frustrated look. "We can just kiss at parties and games. No hooking up...and it's not because you're not pretty or anything."

You roll your eyes and begin eating your food. You ordered a skillet with eggs, green peppers, and potatoes.

Jean starts talking again. "You are pretty. You really are. I just don't think it'd be appropriate for us to have sex-"

"I don't want to have sex with you!" you say a little too loudly. Other guests and employees turn their heads to look in your direction. You cover your face in embarrassment; only some comical bullshit like this could happen to you. Jean on the other hand stifles a laugh.

"She's joking, she's joking," he says out loud, trying to wave wandering eyes off.

Your hands are glued to your face as you don't ever want to be seen again. You feel your side of the booth dip. Your fingers spread allowing you to see that Jean has moved over to your side. He puts his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer.

"Hey," he says quietly.

"Hi," you whisper back.

"We can leave. I'll ask for the bill and some boxes," he offers. You mutter a "yes, please". If there was one thing Jean could do for you, you would want him to take you back to your dorm immediately and never talk to you again. How could he bait you into saying that?

Jean flags down your designated waiter. You pull yourself together. Hopefully nobody you know is here. He pays for the breakfast and you both pack up your food. Finally, you're out of the establishment.

You let Jean open the passenger seat door for you and you slip in. Jean gets in on his side and starts the car. The ride is silent - silent in such a way, it makes the incident sink in and difficult to brush off. You're thinking about how embarrassing that moment was. You paint the scene out in your head and the more it plays, the more twisted and sickening it feels.

"Um...let's talk about social media," you hear Jean say. “I know you don't post much...which is great. I'll do most of the heavy lifting. We can take some pictures at games and...maybe you could soft launch us on your DirectGram story?"

You nod but don't add on. He looks over at you and back at the road. "Hey...what's our public narrative?" he tries again.

"We met at a party," you start.

"And I thought you were cute, so I approached you," he adds.

"We clicked really well and the rest is history," you say.

"We're just trying things out but I like you so much, I might even call you my girlfriend," Jean finishes.

The silence is awkward between you. "I really ruined our date. I'm so sorry," you apologize, "I'm so so embarrassed. I don't even know why I said that so loud-"

"No, no, no, I shouldn't have egged you on. This is on me," Jean interrupts, "I know we aren't a real couple but...can I make it up to you all at D-Hall? Maybe over breakfast?"

"I'd appreciate a do-over," you respond.

He smiles at you and places a hand on your knee briefly.

There's one rule you forgot but you didn't want to make things more awkward than they already were. No feelings. You will not fall for Jean Kirstein. It doesn't matter how charming, funny, or understanding he is; you must not fall for Jean Kirstein.

It's Wednesday afternoon. You just got back from your final class. Hitch was well aware of the situation.

"No, no, no, you're gonna make him eat his words" was her response to the sex conversation. Her answer to this was to take you shopping for "hotter" clothes. There was a party tomorrow by a frat; you asked Jean if he wanted to go and he felt it'd be a good idea.

The minute you stepped through the door, Hitch was ready to drag you right out and take you to the mall. She gave you some grace and let you set your bags down before rushing you right out again.

"Hitch, it is seriously not a big deal-"

Your roommate brings a finger up to your lips. "Shh...Your life changes tomorrow night."

"What is wrong with you?" you exclaim. You're in front of an elevator and it opens with, unfortunately, students inside, so you can't ask any further questions for now. The elevator finally reaches the lobby. You give Hitch one quick look, hoping she continues to contain herself until you get outside.

You walk out and Hitch leads you to a somewhat familiar car and once you get closer, you see that Marlo is sitting in the driver's seat. "He's coming too?" you ask Hitch.

"Yeah, why not? He's very much a part of this, is he not?" she replies callously.

You didn't have a problem with him tagging along but you would have appreciated a heads up beforehand. Hitch gets into the passenger seat as you get into the back.

"Hi Marlo," you greet sweetly. "Hi Y/N," he responds. You observe how Hitch and Marlo naturally lean in to each other for a quick peck and the thought of Jean just comes flooding. From his critique on Hitch to the idea of tomorrow - you in his arms as he introduces you to all his friends and...and the fact he'd be kissing you tomorrow.

"I saw you eating breakfast with your little friend," Marlo says. You look into the rear-view mirror and make eye contact with him. "Was he also prepping you for tomorrow?"

Maybe you're crazy or maybe this fake dating thing was all in your head but you felt that his tone was a little off. Was it jealousy? Marlo was the only person who didn't seem receptive to the whole plan.

"No...we were just eating breakfast. Like you're supposed to," you reply cautiously. Jean had made breakfast up for you, as promised. He talked to you about practice, asked you about your day, and even his teammates came by and said hi.

Marlo looks at you, still through the rear view mirror, for a moment. He opens his mouth but closes it. You look out the window and Hitch and Marlo start their own conversation.

Hitch had you try on a plethora of miniskirts, shorts, and crop tops. At first, it felt a little weird; it was almost as if Hitch wanted you to be Hitch rather than Y/N. You understood that this situation was scripted but you at least wanted to show some truth.

You gave in and picked some of the suggestions she provided. At least you could look forward to donating everything at the end of the year.

"Okay, we got a good amount of party clothes but...we need to make you look like a WAG," Hitch says.

"A WAG?" you ask.

"Wives and Girlfriends of athletes," Marlo clarifies, "You're the girlfriend of an athlete."

"There isn't a better acronym or term for that. Why WAG?" The term made you think of a dog wagging its tail. Was that like the joke?

Hitch drags you into Dylan's, a shop you thought only your mom or grandma would go into but when you think about the context, having a nice little over the over-the-top fancy dress would be helpful. Award ceremonies, end of year banquets...The Draft.

"You should get a dressing room. I'll surprise you with more clothes. Marlo, watch her." Hitch struts in the opposite direction.

You and Marlo head towards the dressing rooms. "So, um, you know your situation..." he starts.

"What about it?" you ask, a little annoyed. What was so confusing about you dating-not-dating a well-known athlete at your school who just got out of a dedicated relationship?

"Doesn't it feel like blackmail? I mean, come on. 'Date me, so you can get a job!'" Marlo points out. His tone is protective, however not in a way that a friend or even Hitch would want to protect you. It feels out of place with the extent of your relationship but at the same time…weirdly possessive.

What is he even talking about? Well, yeah, it did sound like blackmail to an extent. You walk up to the fitting room attendant, hoping that Marlo would lay off. He's just like his girlfriend.

"We were hoping to hold a dressing room. My friend is bringing some clothes down," you tell the attendant.

"That should be fine. Your boyfriend just can't come inside the actual dressing room," the attendant tells you, "Follow me."

You don't bother correcting her but give her a small smile before following her.

Once the attendant gets you a room and leaves, you step inside, creating a barrier between you and Marlo.

"It's just that you're really smart, you know?" he starts up again, "You don't need to date a guy to get a job you know you can get on your own."

"Maybe you should focus on your girlfriend and her liquor intake," you hit back, "Since you're so good at identifying promises."

"What was that?"

You don't respond. What the fuck is his problem? When you first met Marlo freshman year, you only knew him as the boyfriend - Hitch's boyfriend. You didn't speak beyond 'hi' or 'hello'. But now that Jean Kirstein acknowledged your existence, suddenly Marlo had so much to say about you.

You feel so much relief when you hear Hitch singing your name.

She comes back with a few dresses for you - some sundresses or athletic dresses for hotter game days, some you take and leave behind.

The last dress you tried on is a grey slip-on bodycon dress that goes down to your knees. It hugs you in such a way that you have to come out of the dressing room.

"Hitch?" You step out and do a slow spin to give her a look. "Where the hell would I wear this to?"

"To his apartment, maybe after a game or when he's stressed out," she starts. Hitch gets up and starts to circle you slowly, taking in your image. "I mean the whole point of this dress is to slip on and slip off...if you catch my drift," she teases.

You let out an "Ew!" as that's the last thing on your mind.

"I mean Marlo, back me up here. Is that not the whole point?" Hitch asks. Marlo is sitting in a seat, arms crossed. His eyes aren't on Hitch. They're locked on you.

"I just don't think he deserves all of that," he responds, almost in a trance. You look over at Hitch, who's looking at her boyfriend with pursed lips. Marlo slowly looks up at her and snaps back to reality. "I mean, she's not really with the guy! It's just for show. Y/N doesn't need all the extra shit."

Hitch stares at him a little longer before turning to you. "He's right. You don't need that. Doesn't look too good on you anyway."

Yikes. 'I'm being punished because your boyfriend has wandering eyes?' you think to yourself.

"I'll pay for it." You've felt off about Hitch for a while - from the first party you attend with her, the sudden interest in this fake relationship, and now these weird moments with Marlo. But you weren't sure and you didn't want to go to your roommate. The one thing that was clear in your mind though: you were going to start setting boundaries now.

"You're not seriously going to do that, are you? Like Marlo said, it's not like you're screwing the guy," Hitch hits back.

"Right, I'm not. But who knows...I can wear this to class or save it for that someone special. Someone that isn't Jean," you suggest. Hitch looks you up and down once more. She's trying her best to hide her disgust.

"Whatever," is all she can say.

Marlo and Hitch drop you off at Survey Hall and then drive off...maybe to make up for your shopping trip gone wrong. In the wise words of your roommate - whatever.

However, you couldn't help but feel a little upset. Did those two agree to make the day miserable for you? Why was she the only person you defined as a friend anyway?

When you get back to your dorm, you put all the shopping bags in your closet as you won't need them until tomorrow. You climb into your bed and let out a deep sigh. You pull out your phone and swipe through your contacts, looking for someone with whom you could share your frustration. Of course, everyone was a classmate or a family member who wouldn't understand your situation.

"Would I be weird if I texted Jean?" you ask yourself.

Hmm...

Fuck it.

Jean Kirstein

⤷ y/n hey! i hope your day has been good so far! thank you for breakfast this morning

y/n i know you're probably getting ready for practice but i'm so frustrated

y/n my roommates get on my fucking nerves but i can tell you over breakfast or lunch tmrw

jean kirstein hey. sorry to hear that. how long are you staying up? come to late night dinner @ d-hall. let's talk there

You turn off your phone and turn to lie on your side. Late night it is.

You wander around the dining hall, hoping to bump into Jean. It’s packed and, unlike breakfast, there weren’t any seats available. There are so many athletes walking around and eating and you start to understand why this specific time was called 'Late Night Dinner'. It felt a little strange to be here after dining hours with a bunch of people who probably wouldn’t look your way.

You walk to the back and you finally spot him. He has a black hoodie on and his hair is a little messy. Someone is sitting next to him, that little grey-headed head buzz cut kid from the party you went to. You walk up to their booth but when you get closer you find two more girls sitting with them on the opposite side.

You let out an "Oh!" and they stop the conversation they were having to look at you. 'I probably look so stupid right now,' you think.

"Hey Connie, get up and find a chair," Jean tells his friend. Connie gives him a confused look. "Why? I don't even-"

Jean raises his eyebrows at him and Connie eventually gets up to find a chair. Once his spot is vacant, Jean taps on the seat. "Hey Y/N, you can sit here."

You slip in. As you sit, you observe how he raises his arm and you realize that very arm is going around you. Time to play the part.

You scooch into him and he kisses your forehead.

One of the girls on the other side of the booth makes a confused face. She has brown short hair, tanned skin, and freckles sprinkled all over his face. "Okay, Jean, who is this? Didn't you just get out of a relationship just last week?" she asks.

"But to be fair, she has been spending a lot of time with Eren." Next to her is a blonde girl with her hair tied in a low ponytail.

"Y/N, this is Ymir," Jean points at the brunette and then at the blonde, "and this is Historia. Ymir is a softball player and Historia cheers all year round."

"And what about you Y/N? What's your story? How do you know Jean?" Ymir asks. Jean lets go of you, allowing you to breathe.

"Well, I'm all about school. I'm a PR major...um I'm not very athletic. I used to dance though, back in high school," you say. Dance was something you had enjoyed doing growing up but you didn’t take it as seriously until your sophomore year of high school. You took a class and fell so in love with it. You considered joining the team but later figured that you wouldn’t make it.

Connie comes back with a chair. He flips it over and sits on it, his chest laying on the back of the chair. He realizes his food is in front of you and leans over to drag his tray over to his side. He stops and looks up at you like you’re an actor he recognizes in a film. "You're that girl from that party. Hitch's roommate.” He snaps his fingers, as he clearly is trying to piece together important details about you. The one who threw your drink at Floch!

You feel your cheeks heat up. "That was you?!" Ymir exclaims!

You let out a meek, "Yeah.” "No, don't be embarrassed. We hate that guy," Ymir clarifies.

Everyone around the table mutters about how much they hate Floch before it all dies down.

"We still don't know how you two met," Historia says. “Wait let me guess! You threw your drink at Floch and Jean witnessed it and came to your rescue."

Jean shakes his head. "She came to her own rescue. I just thought she was cute and decided to approach her." He looks into your eyes and you literally want to explode. Explode in the sense that all of this makes you feel strangely happy.

"This is all news to me, man." Connie's tone is skeptical. From what you remember, he lives with Jean and they probably know each other well. Could he see the cracks in all of this?

"Maybe because I wanted to keep this private, man," Jean hits back. Connie rolls his eyes. "Sure."

"So, you're rooming with Hitch. What's that like?" Historia asks innocently. You look at Jean and then at Connie. You try to find the best words as you don't want to offend them but to be perfectly honest, you were really not starting to like Hitch.

"It's okay, we’re not big fans of her either…no offense, Connie,” Historia then says. Connie rolls his eyes and lets out a little “yeah, yeah.”

You smile to yourself, happy that you agreed to come to dinner and get connected to your fake boyfriend’s friends. It’s only a hope they don’t fade away when it’s all over.

"Anonymous" 29m

Bruh, who is this girl eating with jean @ l8 nite????

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[ye4gerism]

any aot fanfic readers interested in beta reading?😛

[ye4gerism]

𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑻𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲𝑺 - 𝑱𝑬𝑨𝑵 𝑲𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑰𝑵 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 part two

word count 3k

content tags/warnings pretend/fake relationship, college au, awkward situations, future wag😛, social media, first date, black reader friendly

author’s note hi.

synopsis sophomore d1 lacrosse player jean kirstein gets dumped by gymnast mikasa ackerman. your roommate wants to break you of your shell. what happens when a party hosted by his teammates leads to him asking you to be his girlfriend? part one part three

"Anonymous" 9hrs

ok jean and mikasa or eren and mikasa?

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"Wanna pretend to be girlfriend until I get drafted?"

Is today April 1st? Or do you look like a fool?

You sit back down in your booth, still trying to grapple with what he just asked you. Jean does the same and moves the tray he placed out of the way. He rests his forearms on the table and leans in.

"Why would I want to be your girlfriend? What kind of question is that?" you ask.

Was this a middle school boy moment? You had your fair share of boys telling you that their friends thought you were cute and then learning that they actually didn't in the most brutal way possible - being trapped in a circle of pointed fingers and belly laughs in your direction.

"You see-"

"No!" You said that a little too loudly. Some people look over at your booth causing you to look away for a moment. You lower your head and voice to avoid any extra attention. "No. Did your little friend put you up to this? The one who was feeling me up yesterday?"

Jean's smile drops. "What? No! Absolutely-"

"Listen, I have class at 10 am. Unlike you and your ball-brained goons, I'm here to get my degree and a career. Go play your games with some other attention seeking bitch." You get out of the booth and immediately turn on your foot to leave.

The air that hits your face once you're outside helps you calm down a bit but you're still baffled. Why the fuck would he ask you that? It wasn't funny. When you think back on last night, you wondered why he did what he did. Yes, saving someone from a creepy guy was honorable but then he asked to keep track of you to "make sure you got home".

"How stupid? How could I be so naïve?" you mutter to yourself.

You make it to your class: Strategies in Public Relations. You take a seat in your usual spot and take out your class materials - a journal and some pens (yes, you have not switched over to iPad notes).

Class starts and you settle in. What happened this morning doesn't matter. It's literally a funny story you'll tell Hitch and she'll jokingly make fun of you for not getting with a famous athlete, even for pretend.

Your phone begins to buzz from the side of your bag. You ignore it. Maybe it's just the Paradis Times - you read the newspaper regularly as a media major and had notifications on at all times. Something big must have been happening.

The buzzing continues and your professor gives you a pointed look. You give him an apologetic smile before crouching down to turn your phone off. Before you do, you observe that an unnamed number has been texting you back to back. You roll your eyes, realizing it's that nest head jock.

First class of the day continues smoothly and the next is even better. Your class day ends and you grab a quick bite as your stomach was grumbling the whole morning and afternoon. You pack a box for the dorm and the rest of the night as you plan to stay in.

You make it back to your residential hall. As you take the elevator up to your floor, you get excited at the thought of being snuggled up in your bed, dinner resting on your lap, and your laptop on the side of you watching your favorite show - all alone with no roommate or a guy who thinks you're stupid.

You unlock your door and enter your room to see Hitch standing in the middle of the room.

"Oh. Hey!" You say awkwardly. You do feel a certain way about last night. Prior to the party, you would have said you had a friendly relationship with your roommate and that you thought she was nice. But after your experience last night, you weren't sure if you felt the same way.

"I'll be out soon. Marlo just had some errands run," she responds. She moves out of your way and plops onto her bed. You place your box of food on your bed and walk over to your desk to place your bag down.

Hitch sighs. "Hey listen."

You don't.

Instead, you reach for your phone and turn it on. A little part of you wanted to see what Jean had to say before blocking him.

"It's just that I got carried away and I had some drinks and Marlo didn't want to kiss and I just..."

Oh, she's still talking.

You glance at Hitch briefly so that she feels that she's heard.

Meanwhile on your phone...

Maybe: Jean Kirstein

⤷ maybe: jean kirstein hey. i'm sorry if i struck a cord

    maybe: jean kirstein i wasn't trying to fuck with you. i just genuinely need a girlfriend for these next few weeks.

    maybe: jean kirstein my ex just dumped me and i just need an image booster. the word's gonna spread and it's gonna send a message

    maybe: jean kirstein im sorry

    maybe: jean kirstein you're a pr major right?

    maybe: jean kirstein my mom is the director of the paradis devils cheerleaders. i could put a good word in for you

    maybe: jean kirstein please

"You're not listening to me, are you?" Hitch then says.

You look at her again. "No. Jean Kirstein asked me to be his girlfriend today."

"WHAT?!" Hitch jumps off her lofted bed and you're completely unsure how she didn't break her ankles. "You're joking. There's no way he asked you out. How would he even know you?"

Oh. Right. Her little comments. You shove your phone in her face. "Here."

Hitch takes it from you and reads the texts. She ponders for a moment.

"Mmm...I don't think so," she finally says, "I don't believe you. This could be a prank or...or..." she smirks.

"Maybe you're just desperate. You went to that party last night and suddenly you think you're some hot shit," she continues.

You place your hand out for your phone. "Ok, Hitch."

"Unless..." She presses a button on your phone and the familiar call ring starts.

You panicked. "What are you doing? Why would you-"

"Y/N!"

Fuck.

Hitch's jaw drops. She then passes the phone over to you.

"Jean. Hi," you begin. There's an awkward silence for a moment. It's even worse as Hitch was staring deeply into your soul.

"Hey...sorry for this morning and spamming you all day. I just...I'm just panicking and I just thought you'd be the perfect fit and..."

As Jean rambles, Hitch starts to mouth some words to you - "Do it". You furrow your eyebrows at her. "No," you mouth back. The both of you continue to go back and forth until you realize that Jean is still on the phone.

"Y/N?" The sound of your name draws you back to the conversation you were initially having and you remember who you’re talking to.

"S-sorry. Yes?" you reply.

"What do you think?" he asks. His voice is uncertain.

What do you think? There's only so much information that you have and it doesn't help that you weren't listening at all.

"I think...I think..." You are thinking but nothing is coming to mind.

"Would it help if we got together and talked about it?" he offers.

To be completely honest, you didn't care for Jean. Nice arms...yeah. But other than that, what was so special about him? But...you also didn't like how Hitch thought you were some desperate liar, all because you went to a party she egged you to go to.

What if you just happened to be that attractive?

"A date would be nice," you finally answer.

He's silent for a moment and starts to wonder if you were too forward. "Y-yeah. A date makes sense. I have to head to practice now but send me your availability and I'll work something out for us."

The only thing you can say is "Ok". Jean bids you goodbye and hangs up.

You and Hitch look at each other for a second before she starts to scream.

"YOU'RE DATING JEAN FUCKING KIRSTEIN!"

Any louder and the whole world will know and maybe you'll get a rare visit from your RA.

"I'm not-"

"You. Are. We need to revamp your entire wardrobe! Because guess what? You're not gonna be seen on the sidelines or at draft night looking a mess. And we need to fix that DirectGram too-"

"Did you forget the part where he only wants me temporarily? He wants me to be his fake girlfriend. He legit told me this morning he wanted me because 'no one knows me'," you cut in, "I think I want to stay true to myself and be forgotten when it's all done."

Hitch cocks her head to the side. "That isn't any excuse to not make yourself look good. You're the girl he picked after Mikasa Ackerman. That's something you put on your resume."

That didn't make you feel good. He dated Mikasa Ackerman - the fucking Mikasa Ackerman who everyday people speculate on whether she'd leave school or not to compete in the Olympics. You didn't want to be known as the girl who came after her. The Rebound.

You open your mouth to respond but a knock on the door cuts you off.

"I hope it's not the RA we never see," you warn. Hitch rolls her eyes as she walks to the door. She opens it and Marlo walks through. "Sorry for the delay," he says.

Marlo leans in for a kiss from Hitch. The sight of them makes you think - maybe a fake relationship won't be that bad. Would Jean kiss you too? Hold your hand, cuddle with you after games?

"Oh, hey." The sound of Marlo's voice breaks you out of your thoughts. "Sorry again. For everything - last night, this morning. I didn't mean to put you in a compromising position."

"It's all good," you reply. What could you do? The situation was hours ago and the person who should have really had your back didn't care. And based on your new situation, it looked like you'd be at many more lacrosse parties - so buckle in.

"Hey. Why was that Jean guy talking to you earlier today?" Marlo asks.

"Oh, you were there too? You didn't say anything." Hitch pulls Marlo closer to her.

"Maybe because he isn't an important factor in the story," you answer. You hear Marlo let out an 'ouch'.

"If you'd kindly close the door, I can tell you why." Marlo does exactly so and proceeds to sit on Hitch's ottoman.

"After you left, Jean asked me to be his pretend girlfriend to boost his image."

Marlo gives you a confused look. "That doesn't sound looks a good idea. You said no, right? Because you know it's baloney."

"His mom is the director of the Paradis Devils Cheerleaders...he sort of offered me a job to play the part. So...I said yes," you answer sheepishly.

Marlo's jaw drops but not in a "omg I’m so excited for you" type of way but in a "I never thought you’d swoop so low kind of way".

He purses his lips together before standing up. "Well, best of luck to you. You know how those lacrosse guys are." He turns to Hitch. "Can we leave now? I'm hungry." Hitch nods. The two start to pick up some of her things. Marlo leaves first and Hitch follows after. She stops before the door shuts on her and looks over her shoulder.

"Text me if you need anything! This is so exciting!" she squeals.

The door closes and you're finally left alone.

Just a few moments ago, you were ready to relax for the weekend. But now you couldn't sit, as you needed to think through the situation you just walked yourself into.

You had agreed on Sunday. Saturday was full of you calling and texting Hitch and going through her closet.

"I have this really cute mini dress-"

"He's taking me out for ice cream. I'm sure he'd be fine with anything from my closet. Mind you, this date is meant to determine if I actually want to do this," you explain.

"Right...but if you're seen together, which you will be...you wanna look good. I'm definitely seeing you on Fizzle Sunday night," Hitch teased.

You hated that she was right. There was a high chance you'd end up on that cursed app. So, right before bed, you decided on a pair of black yoga pants and a pink babydoll top with a white tank underneath. Funnily enough, it didn't come from Hitch's closet and solely from yours.

The morning came and you woke up at 10 am. Jean had planned to come at noon. You got up, took a shower, and brushed your teeth. After, you made an effort to put on all your sweet smelling lotions and perfumes. Once you had your clothes on, you started packing your bag.

You received a text at 11:45.

Jean Kirstein

⤷ jean kirstein good morning.

jean kirstein or good afternoon

jean kirstein but most importantly, i'm on my way

Ok, Mr. To-Be-Early-Is-To-Be-On-Time.

You packed what you needed and you sat on your desk chair until you felt that definitive ping on your phone.

Jean Kirstein

⤷ jean kirstein here!! :)

You take a deep breath then let it out. "Chillax, it's not like you're going to war," you mutter to yourself. You grab your bag and head downstairs to the front.

There you see Jean leaning against a black Mazda CX-5. He had on a white tee with a short-sleeve open button up shirt over paired with a set of blue jeans. His face lights up at the sight of you. He turns and pulls out a bouquet of pink flowers as you approach closer.

You observe people stopping to stare and figure out what's going on.

"Aw, these flowers match your sh-"

You cut him off. "That's nice. People are watching. Can we leave?"

You feel awful - he was trying to be sweet and he was already making a good impression.

Jean steps to the side. Both of your hands reach for the passenger seat handle. You reach it before he does and his hand lands on top of yours. You look at each other for a second.

Were his eyes green or brown? Doesn't matter - they're nice.

Jean quickly removes his hand.

Did he feel a spark? You felt a spark. But maybe you were crazy. But maybe he felt a spark.

"Sorry. Mom always told me to open the door for a lady first." You remove yours.

"Oh...my apologies," you say.

He gives you a warm smile before opening the door for you. You try to avoid eye contact because you're already feeling so embarrassed. He places the flowers on your lap before closing the door.

Jean enters the driver's side and starts the car.

"Have you had breakfast yet?" he asks. You shake your head 'no'. "Ok! Awesome! Not awesome but like great because I was going to take you for ice cream but I haven't eaten either and there's this really great breakfast place that my mom used to take me to as a kid and..."

He was surprisingly so cute. You hadn't ever interacted with any of the guys from the lacrosse team but everytime you saw them walking around - you immediately thought they thought they were hot shit and were cocky and arrogant.

But this one...this one was adorable.

"Oh, I'm rambling, aren't I? Sorry," he says sheepishly.

You want to tell him it's okay and it's kind of cute but you're here for business and business only. So, you try to learn about him.

"You didn't eat breakfast...do your teammates make like those nasty "protein shakes" with onions, chocolate, and whatever crap yiu can find around the house?" you ask innocently.

Jean busts out laughing. "No. Absolutely not. We're athletes, not 30-year-olds in their mom's basement.”

“Of course not,” you mutter.

“I actually don’t live with all of the team. I went to visit the house my freshman year and knew from the way the smell of alcohol hit me that I would rather die than live there,” Jean explains.

Ok, Mr. Self-Aware.

“I live in a student apartment close to campus. I live with some other athletes: Connie, Sasha, and…”

He stops talking and makes a face. Yikes, that must be a really awkward situation.

“Um, well…I don’t have the best roommate situation either,” you say, trying to cheer him up.

“Oh, with Hitch? I’d imagine.” He lets out a mixture of a huff and a laugh.

Jean pulls into a parking lot and finds a spot right in front of the restaurant.

“What’s your gripe with Hitch? This is the second time you’ve reacted so negatively to her being mentioned.” You were beginning to feel a way about your roommate after the party with her little comments and how she left you alone but you weren’t aware that other people didn’t like her. She presented herself as friendly and bubbly.

“Well, for starters, whenever we do throw, she’s always all over the guys and she can never control her alcohol. And it just makes me laugh because she’s with SHE and she has that boyfriend and she’ll go on Instagram and hit that stupid sorority squat pose.” He stops talking to make an exaggerated duck face and throws up a peace sign, which makes you laugh.

His face relaxes and he smiles. “You have a nice laugh. Better than that fake ass cackle your roommate likes to do.”

You cover your mouth to suppress your laughter. With your free hand, you slap his forearm. “You are so fucking hilarious, you know that?” Your hand rests on his forearm. Without realizing your thumb slightly caresses some of his skin.

Your eyes lock and your laughter has died down. Your lips have a slight smile to them.

“We should go eat-”

“I’ll do it,” you blurt.

Jean blinks and his eyebrows furrow. Confusion flashes across his face.

“Do what?” His voice is almost a whisper.

“I’ll be your girlfriend,” you whisper back.

"Anonymous" 1hr

why was jean @ survey hall? why’d he bring that girl flowers??? is the breakup final?

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