Dude This Was So Good What Its So FLUFFYYY

dude this was so good what it’s so FLUFFYYY

Jean Kirstein x Reader

Summary: You and your best friend, Jean, are cleaning up your ODM gear when an urgent request for you comes from Erwin's office. What will he tell you, and what will it mean for your friendship with Jean?

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: slight angst, spoilers for season two with Christa/Historia, slight canon divergence, fluff otherwise(and tons of soft AND flirty Jean-bo) :)

A/N: Hey everyone!! This is my contribution to both my own Royal AU Collab that's been going on for a while, but this is also a submission for @anlian-aishang 's August Prompt Event! I hope you enjoy some AOT content for Jean-bo! -Birch<3

“Do you always have to act like you’re the best, or are you dumb enough to think you’re actually that good?” you ask as you stick your tongue out, (colored) eyes narrowed in a playful glint. The tall, sandy-haired boy behind you grimaces as he replies back, “I know I’m good, Y/n, what makes you think you can keep up with me?”

You roll your eyes at Jean as you head toward a repair room, your boots clacking against the hard wooden floors as he follows you. Jean soon catches up and pries the door open, walking in before you as he sticks his tongue out at you.

You huff at your best friend as he slides into the room, pulling off his gear as fast as he can while you shut the door behind him. You join him by the workbench, pulling at your gas canisters and blades as you mumble, “I know I can’t keep up with you, that’s why I need to get my gear fixed up to help me.”

Jean simply tuts at your words, leaving silence to fill the room while he begins to clean his gear. After a moment or two he pipes up, “You aren’t that bad, you just get a little ahead of yourself sometimes, and that’s what causes you to fall behind. You need to slow your movements down and be more precise.”

You blink in surprise at Jean as you ponder over his words, a faint warmth creeping through your face as you mumble a quiet thanks. Jean continues to clean the triggers on his blades in silence, leaving you to adjust your ODM straps in peace.

After a few minutes of silent working, a knock sounds out on the door, causing the two of you to pause and glance at each other in confusion. A brown head of hair peeks around the door, eyes wide with concern as they latch onto you.

Moblit moves around the door as he chirps, “Soldier Y/n L/n, Commander Erwin Smith requests to see you right away!” The poor man gives you a slightly shaky salute as he glances at Jean with slight worry in his eyes and then continues, “Alone!”

You share another confused and slightly panicked look with Jean before setting down your equipment and giving Moblit a quick salute. You nod at Jean and call over your shoulder, “I’ll be back soon, Jean! If it ends up being late, would you mind putting my gear back together?”

But before you can hear his response, Moblit is pulling you out of the room and down the hallway, and the door that had been open swung shut with a firm bang. The walk to Erwin’s office is quiet between you and Moblit, the high upper officer not giving any hints at what information Erwin possibly needed from you.

Erwin’s door appears before you a lot faster than anticipated and at the sight of the wooden door, your nerves suddenly hit you, causing your heart to race and butterflies to swarm in your stomach.

When you enter the room, Christa is waiting at Erwin's desk, where the commander was reading over a sheet of paper before giving you a slight smile and a nod at Moblit. Christa gives you a kind smile as the door clicks shut behind you and you turn to Erwin nervously.

“Y/n L/n, I have brought Christa here to inform you of something that no other person on this island knows about,” Erwin states as he turns to Christa and gives her an encouraging look. Christa turns to you and murmurs, “I’m of royal bloodline, Y/n, and you are too. We both have claims to the throne on this island.”

The air grows still around you as Christa’s voice fades out and the pounding of blood in your ears takes over. Royal bloodline? Related to Christa? What the hell is going on?

Christa continues, “My real name is Historia Reiss, and I-” “No. This- this can’t be right! I- my family came from the underground! This isn’t possible!” you exclaim as you turn to Erwin, a confused and exasperated expression coating your face.

Erwin just sighs and stands up as he replies, “Y/n, Historia is telling the truth. We don’t know the specifics of it yet, but it seems as though your parents had a connection to the Reiss family generations ago, before the walls, before the island. You two are related, though you mustn't tell anyone.”

At Erwin’s words you also stand up, adrenaline rushing through your system, you yell, “I don’t believe you! Why would you tell me all of this?! I have no idea what to even-” Your words are cut off by the sudden onset of tears, and you turn away from both Erwin and Christa, well, Historia, before getting up and walking out of the room.

The second you are out of Erwin’s office, you let yourself cry, tears streaming down your face as you hiccup and sob. Your feet carry you toward a place you know you can be safe and alone. Jean’s bedroom in the barracks.

You can hear the voices of Armin and Mikasa calling to you, asking you what’s wrong. You don’t answer them, you can’t. Your throat is caught up in trying to breathe and letting you cry that the only noise you make is a mangled cry, and they leave you alone as you storm forward.

When you make it to the barracks, you don’t even bother looking where you’re going, you had opened the door to Jean’s cabin and that’s all that mattered to you. Your cheeks were stained with tears and your eyes were blurry from the fresh onset of new ones.

Another step forward leads you into something warm, firm, and familiar, and when you look up from the ground, you are met with Jean’s blurry and concerned face. “Hey, hey, whoa, what’s going on? Are you alright?”

Immediately you try to rub your nose, brush away your tears and turn around, but Jean’s arms are lightning-fast, gripping onto your shoulders while leaning down to look you in the eye. “Hey, I’m serious. What’s going on?”

A whimper falls from your lips and you can see Jean’s features soften, and he releases his grip on you a little. He slides his hands from your shoulders up to your face, where he wipes your tears away soothingly, brushing his thumbs side to side in an attempt to ease your stress.

You huff quietly, trying to let your constricted lungs relax, and you slump toward Jean’s chest, allowing yourself to wrap your arms around him tightly as you clutch at him.

You sniffle out, “Jean… I’m not who anyone thought I was. Not even me. I-” Your voice breaks as a sob overtakes you and then you squeak out, “I don’t even know who I am.”

Jean stiffens under your touch, and you can tell that you’ve confused him. You couldn’t really elaborate because you stormed out on Erwin and Historia, so you keep your mouth shut and hug Jean as tight as you can.

One of his hands brushes over the top of your head and he murmurs, “Are you alright? You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong but I do want to make sure that you’re okay.”

Jean pulls back slightly, and when you look up at him, all you can see is a pure concern in his eyes. You sigh and pull away, moving to sit on the edge of his bed as you wipe at your eyes and sniffle again.

You clear your throat before mumbling, “Well, Jean… I’m- I’m a princess. Somehow I’m related to Christa and everything I grew up with is a lie.” Jean blinks owlishly at you for a moment before blurting out, “I like a princess? That’s kinda cool you know.”

It’s silent for a moment before Jean realizes what he said. His cheeks are dusted red as he fumbles, “I- I didn’t mean it like that! Well, I do think it’s cool that you’re a princess and I happen to like you but I wasn’t supposed to say it like this and now you probably think I’m a loser...”

You can’t help but laugh at Jean as he waves his hands and blushes furiously, rambling about how he did and didn’t mean what he said. You eventually grab one of his wrists and say, “Well, I like you too, Jean. And not because I’m a long-lost princess in search of a protector, but you can do that if you want.”

Jean smirks at the end of that, your words shooting straight to his ego as he slyly remarks, “Gladly, milady.” You groan and go to fall backward at his words, your eyes rolling in playful annoyance, but Jean’s grip on your wrists has you stopped in your tracks.

He pulls you to your feet in a swift movement before leaning down to place a kiss against your lips. It’s not the most amazing kiss ever, you can feel Jean’s slight nerves in his movements, and you can feel your heart pounding as your eyes flutter shut.

It may not be the perfect kiss, but in that moment, you could’ve felt like the princess you are. Jean’s grip around you was firm and warm, a familiar constant that you knew you could rely on. Yes, you were both inexperienced and nervous, but that’s what made it so special and memorable.

When Jean finally pulled away, he flashed you a show-stopping grin and you once again rolled your eyes at him. With a playful swat at his chest, you grumble, “Just because I’m a princess doesn’t mean you need to call me anything weird.”

“Can I call you mine?”

“Jean!!!”

“Yes, milady?”

Well, let’s just say that Jean had a few lessons to learn from the newly found princess, but the two of you would navigate your newfound status together, and you would no longer be hidden to the world.

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Love mission

Jean Kirschtein x reader

Summary: you and your not very good friend Jean are paired up with each other to go undercover in Marley

Warnings: season 4 spoilers, curse words, enemies to lovers

Word Count: 1.9k+

You didn’t want this, you didn’t, but you couldn’t do anything about it. It was Captain’s order after all. You promised yourself you’d do everything for the sake of Paradis Island. So now it’s was the time for it.

Captain Levi had chosen two of the scouts to go to Marley, undercover and find important information about the people of Marley. And lucky for you, you were chosen, but not with the person you wanted to— Jean Kirschtein.

You didn’t exactly hate him or anything, you just never had a friendly conversation with him. Especially because Eren wasn’t the biggest fan of him so you didn’t pay much attention to him. The only times you talked to him were the times talking about missions or plans. You didn’t know him well, neither did he. You hung out with Eren, Armin, and Mikasa, and Jean on the other hand hung out with Sasha and Connie.

Before you built the friendship with them, you were like sisters with Ymir and Historia, except they shared romantic feelings. But after Ymir’s death and Historia becoming the queen, you tried to become more social with others until Armin came up to you and took in with his friends.

This won’t be too hard, it’s just going to be five days then the scouts will attack and your journey with Jean will end.

Or well that’s what you thought.

“Okay so let me tell you one thing, I don’t like you, I don’t like your friends and I don’t like the idea of me being paired up with you” Jean complained.

“Don’t worry, the feeling’s mutual” you responded, completely unbothered, it’s not like you wanted to have him as your partner either.

Day 1 — a few hours in Marley

When you both arrived in Marley it was midnight time, it was the best option. No one would’ve seen you or you seeing the people who lived there. Finally stepping into the small apartment room, Hanji had rented for you, you weren’t the happiest. It’s not that it was a small one but there was only one king-sized bed, a two-person couch, and a small kitchen that only had the oven and a fridge. This wasn’t a two-person room but a one-person, college student room. You were interrupted by a grump that left Jean’s mouth, just by looking at him, you knew it was gonna be a tough five days.

“Alright I’m gonna go get something to eat,” Jean said leaving and not letting you tell him what you want, but that wasn’t the deal right now. You just wanted to have ten minutes to yourself.

After eating the take-outs Jean had brought, you were getting ready to go to sleep, except you had a tiny little problem. The bed. You didn’t want to sleep next to him, but sleeping in the big bed all to yourself was selfish. “Good night, Jean, don’t let the Marleyans get to you” you chuckled and turned your back facing the bed. You chose to sleep on the couch so neither of you had to sleep in the same bed.

“Hey uhh why aren’t you sleeping on the bed,” Jean asked bothered by your idea, “so you can sleep there, now shut up and let me sleep” you got comfortable and closed your eyes. Soon you felt yourself being lifted and you could’ve sworn you never opened your eyes so quickly. “What the fuck are you doing, dumbass,” you asked Jean who carried you to the bed, “I might not like you, but it doesn’t stop me from being a gentleman. He responded walking to the couch.

There was an awkward silence before you spoke up. “Come on here, I won’t kill you in your sleep” Jean lifted his head and just stared at you making sure you weren’t mocking him. You smiled which made him stand up and coming to the right side, you both turned your back facing each other’s back. And soon both fell asleep.

Day 2

It was the second day in Marley and you still haven’t figured much about these people, that’s why you and Jean decided to go to explore the town and maybe meet a couple of people that knew something about the warriors. You and Jean were both given clothes to cover your faces as much as possible. Jean wore a black suit with a black trilby hat, and you had a matching black, but a split thigh glittery knee-length dress, it had one shoulder strap with a folding fan to hide your face behind it if needed.

Now that you both were ready to leave, Jean grabbed your hand “don’t get excited, we have to act like we’re a normal Marleyan couple,” he quickly added, you looked at him and saw his flustered pink face. You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder. Walking around the town and the markets, you saw how people were happy with their lives and not worrying about anything, and how the kids were running around with sweets in their hands. Completely different from what you experienced as a child. You almost felt bad for them for what was going to happen in a couple of days.

But it all was for the best, right? You weren’t going to kill these people, you were just going to get the warriors and have them give up their titan. And once that happens, it all ends.

You were interrupted by a whimper— a woman’s. “Jean” you shook his hand and pointed to the dark alleyway at the end of the stores. Jean looked in the direction. Walking into the alleyway, a man was demanding the woman to give him her purse. “It’s not very nice to steal from a woman” “actually it’s not very nice to steal at all” you added after Jean. “Get the fuck out of here and take your bitch with you” the man responded angrily. Jean couldn’t hold himself back, he let go of your hand and punched the man square in the face, the man fell to the ground, groaning in pain. Jean lifted him by his shirt, “don’t you ever disrespect a woman, dumbfuck, especially my woman” Jean warned the man and pushed him onto the ground.

By the time the woman had run away and Jean quickly grabbed your wrist dragging you back to the apartment. And you had to be honest— you were stunned by his words.

Day 3

The third day. Neither you or Jean had found out much about these people except that Willy Tybur was going to host a before party with the people he had gone this far. You and Jean were not invited, so you had to figure out how you were going to get into the ball before Willy was going to have his speech with the people of Marley. And besides, you had to go shopping for an event dress.

“Levi is gonna kill us once he finds out we’re shopping and not looking for information,” Jean said grumbling, “chill out, Jean, if we’re not gonna buy anything fancy we won’t get into the ball, and if we won’t get into the ball, we won’t find out anything about Willy and his warriors” you had a good point and it convinced Jean to warm up to the idea of you two shopping and not be in the apartment planning your way into the ball and escape from the ball, without getting caught.

“We should wear something that matches and don’t say no,” you shook Jean by his collar. “Okay okay fine, we’ll get a matching color dress and a suit.” Satisfied with Jean’s response you smiled and pecked his cheek, going for the dress section, leaving Jean who had his hand in the spot you kissed him, unfold the unfamiliar scene.

Your relationship with Jean was now better and you both were starting to build a friendship that didn’t include insulting or mocking each other. You’d tell each other funny stories of each other making the other laugh and even sending letters to the scouts with both your names under.

After looking at a ton of dresses you finally picked a navy blue V line neck event dress, you were happy with your choice, it hugged your curves. And for the shoes, you got a pair of black heels. Now all you had to do was to find Jean and a navy blue tuxedo.

Day 4

Walking up the stairs into the ball, you saw the guard asking people for their names before going in. You and Jean both expected this, so you both are prepared.

“Name,” the guard asked with a tired tone and a bored face, looking like he didn’t want to be here. You squeeze your hand around Jean’s arm and put your head on his shoulder, “which one of those names do you think are ours?” You asked a grin on your face while Jean just politely smiled. “Uhh, I don’t know” the guard responded. “Let me help you, it starts with R” Jean gave him a clue, he knew there had to be someone with the letter R if there’s at least more than 100 people.

“Is it Rossi?” The guard guessed “yes it is” you cheered but the guard wasn’t having it, “I have roots in Italy” Jean made sure to convince the guard and have him let you in.

Stepping into the ballroom there were much more people than you thought there would be.

You and Jean took a seat not too close to the other people so you could have a private conversation, that’s until the waiter came up with some drinks and Willy behind him.

“I’m sorry, but may I ask for your name? I couldn’t recognize you” you froze, this is it, you and Jean failed the mission. Jean put his hand on your thigh and responded with a smile “ah yes, I’m Mr. Rossi’s son and this is my girlfriend” Willy raised an eyebrow “I didn’t know he had a son” okay now you’re doomed “he doesn’t like to talk about me.” Jean gave a tight lipped smile which had Willy leaving.

Now that there was a romantic music, it was a sign for the couples to step up and dance. “May I?” Jean asked his hand out for you to take, “oh yes you may” you smiled and took his hand, he led the way to the middle. He placed his hands on your waist while you wrapped your arms around his neck and dancing to the music. You both smiled at each other and leaned in, lips meeting each other, not bodies stopping from dancing.

Day 5

It was finally the last day and you’d be back with the scouts and later on, you’d arrest the warriors.

Well no, that’s not exactly what happened. But it was the plan though.

You knew Willy is going to have his speech so you and Jean went to bed cuddling— it now became a habit, going to sleep cuddling.

You and Jean were enjoying the loving silence until screams were heard outside. You stood up, getting your clothes on, Jean not too far behind you. You both ran to the scene, bumping into Reiner. “Y-you too,” He said scared, you were going to take him down just if the bomb didn’t come between you, smoke covering your eyes, making you cough. You felt Jean grab your wrist and leading you out of this place to a small alleyway. There you both met Connie, he gave you both a uniform with ODM gear. While Jean was busy putting the gear on, Connie helped you with the straps.

Once you were ready, you saw a scene you didn’t want to see.

Eren’s titan fighting the Jaw titan.

BCBSJCHSJJDJSJDHD 😩😩

WHEN YOU WAKE HIM UP WITH A KISS !

featuring: kōtarō bokuto + osamu miya + tetsurō kuroo

warnings: none ! these are consensual ofc

em’s note: fell down an osamu rabbit hole yesterday and and and

he swore that he wasn’t tired, but bokuto is currently passed out in the passenger seat after an msby game. his seat is reclined, just enough so that he’s able to lay back comfortably, and his large hands are clasped together as they rest on his torso. you’re making your way over to his side now, smiling as you catch a glimpse of him through the windshield. you open his door — gently of course, and duck your head as you lean into the car. your hand delicately slips past the hood of his sweater that encloses his face, and you hold his warm cheek in your palm while pressing a light kiss to his lips. the smile that appears on his face is almost instantaneous, and his eyes flutter open at the feeling. “hi.” he doesn’t know what else to say, still a little dazed and confused. “hi. we’re home now, get out kou.” like night and day, his smile turns into a pout as he stares up at you, “you’re not going to carry me in too?” but he chuckles at himself, stumbling out of the car and onto the driveway as he slings an arm over your shoulder. he’ll drag you by the hand until you reach your bed, flopping down on his back and pulling you onto him. “wake me up like that tomorrow morning too, okay babe?”

it’d been a long, gruelling day at work for osamu, so you couldn’t really blame him for falling asleep on the couch. his arms are crossed over his chest as he lays back, and his onigiri miya hat is sitting atop his face, presumably hiding it from any light. you watch as his chest rises and falls with each breath that echoes of the inside of his cap, knowing you’d have to wake him sooner or later — preferably sooner, to coax him into bed. so you reluctantly reach over to lift the hat off of him, revealing his disheveled grey locks and the bags under his eyes that were definitely not there this morning. you take it upon yourself to plant a soft kiss against his forehead, immediately feeling his rough, overworked hands grab onto your hips and pull you onto him. “samu? you should go lay in bed if you want to sleep.” he only tightens his grip on you in response, nuzzling his head into the warmth of the your neck. “just five more minutes sweetheart.” his voice is audibly hoarse as he mumbles against you, the factor that persuades you into relaxing into him. but five minutes would turn to fifty, and now you’re both knocked out on the couch with the ‘are you still watching?’ netflix screen in the background.

he assured you that his power nap wouldn’t be long at all, but kuroo is still face down in bed almost an hour later. he had promised to take you on a date tonight after having been so caught up with work recently, but the long hours seem to have taken more of a toll on him than he thought. you pad into the room, smiling as you gaze at his sleeping figure. his cheek is smooshed against the pillow, and you can tell that he desperately needs whatever sleep he can get. so you grab the blanket from the foot of the bed, carefully slipping it out from under his feet and placing it over him. but just before you leave, you press a kiss onto his cheek — followed by several more down his jawline and finally, to his lips. “tetsu? we don’t have to go out tonight, okay? don’t worry, just get some rest.” you keep your voice low as you whisper to him — loud enough so he’s able to hear you, but quiet enough to not fully wake him. his heavy eyes remain closed, whispering back a small apology as you plant one more kiss to his cheek, just for good measure. you turn your back on him now, content with leaving him to rest on his own, but then you hear his raspy voice, “hey,” and you turn to see him holding the blanket open, “stay with me?”

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