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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— 2:14 PM

wherein: you keep a little promise to have brunch with sakusa once the both of you "make it" in life.

inspired by 214 and alone/together

notes: fluff, a smidge of angst (it's barely there), 0.9k words; for @xybi's ating istorya collab event!

"It’s a promise then," Sakusa reluctantly reached out his pinky and you chuckled, rolling your eyes but taking it nonetheless, intertwining yours in his—a promise.

The sounds of happy people chattering and celebrating filled the grounds, and your school's anthem boomed in the background in a never-ending loop. It must have been quite funny to see two people, fully clad in graduation togas and caps, childishly making pinkie promises in the middle of a school field. But there you two were nonetheless, doing just that.

Your lips curled up into a cunning smile as you let go of his pinky, choosing to adjust the cap on his head instead. “You really need a new way to seal promises, Kiyoomi.”

But he only scoffed and swatted your hand away. You let out another chuckle and he felt his lips curl up in the slightest angle, his cheeks slowly burned and tinged red. He turned his head away from your gaze and retreated his hands to the insides of his pockets, a habit he could never seem to outlive, and mumbled, "It serves its purpose."

You think back to that seemingly distant time as you sit there, mind inconveniently wandering to everywhere but the game in front of you. The scores are all tied up now and he is just about to serve, hopefully yet another one of his service aces.

He looks different now, different but still quite the same. The same raven curls he'd only let you touch, the same complaining pout, the same fervor he exudes at the court. But his hair is styled differently now, he quickly replaces his pouts with forced little smiles when a camera pans towards him, and the mere aura he gives off seems, stronger. It hasn't been that long, really, but much has changed.

You were only two silly teenagers thinking they could make it out into the world unscathed, two silly people with dreams bigger than themselves. Two silly kids bound in a silly promise of getting together again over some silly brunch once both of you “make it" in your respective fields.

It was definitely easier said than done, well, for him it must have been easy. For he knew what he wanted the moment he stepped out of high school. He worked for it and worked for it hard. And like you expected, you barely saw him, not when you were both busy chasing your dreams, him more than you.

It made you feel almost guilty. As if the weight of your fervent promise was a ticking time bomb, waiting for you to fail as you see him fly off. It didn’t help how you literally watched him do so, watched him play his heart out on television, watched him being praised by people everywhere, watched him become who he planned to be. While you just sat there, crying over some test you flunked despite studying so hard, trying but failing twice as hard.

So you kept your distance, ashamed of him seeing you without much difference, without changing since graduation. You wanted him to see you as the success he knew you were, you wanted to stand beside him, not beneath him.

But as you stand there, at the side of the court and as the cheers of the crowds almost render you deaf from his service ace, you think back at that silly little promise and your foolish little self. You realize that the brunch you’ve been working so hard for meant more than just success. It wasn't about brunch and pancakes or flashy titles and achievements, it was about the two of you. About how whatever happens, no matter how long it takes, he’ll be there for you and you for him, just waiting for each other to be ready. That time may pass but the longer that it will last, he'll be by your side and you in his.

And now, as you stand on the volleyball court of the Olympics, microphone on hand and a press ID strapped on your neck, you smile contented. It took longer and harder than you thought but here you are, standing not beneath him but beside him, quite literally.

"And we're back live in the Tokyo 2021 Olympics, we have here Sakusa Kiyoomi of the Japan National Team!" you speak professionally yet ever so lively to the camera in front of you. "Sakusa, how did you feel about the game?" you now turn your head and ask the man beside you—the man who (you find out later on) still uses pinky promises, the man who still flushes pink at the mere sight of you, and the man who now smiles at you right now, a mix of whatever emotion he's feeling seeping through him.

You bite your lip, the dead air and his stare making you even more nervous, "Sakusa?" you ask again, bringing the microphone up closer under his chin, urging him to speak.

"It was great," he finally says, eyes glued at you instead of the camera before him. "I was able to keep a promise."

A nervous laugh escapes you as you scour your brain for something to say. Something about his team's strategy? Or perhaps something about their opponents? "A promise, huh?" the words slip from your lips before you could even stop them, and you mentally curse yourself for possibly screwing up your first ever big break.

But he only nods with a genuine and uncharacteristic smile, "Yeah," And from the looks of the crew assigned with you, this little moment of yours will definitely be trending in just a little while. Who would have thought that the Sakusa Kiyoomi of the Japan Olympic team could smile like that?

But right at that moment, all he could see was you and possibly some eggs and toast for a brunch that has been waiting for far too long, "and I think you did too."

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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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