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2319: Chapter I — The Day We Met || Stephen Strange × F!Reader

Word count: 4.9K Genre: Innocent Love, Diary Entries, Fluff. Special mentions: Donna Strange, Victor Strange, Beverly Strange A/N: This story is inspired by the Korean Drama called "2521" Storyline is different but the concept is the same. This will be Stephen's past and Reader's past. ***Strictly to not post, translate or copy my works to other websites!!*** Master List || Next Chapter

You and your daughter Sasha, who is now 13 years old, sat in the car together without speaking. Soon after Sasha left her audition for a musical, you were already on your way to the place where you spent your childhood. You cast a few fleeting looks in her direction and saw that she was facing away from you, with her arms crossed and a gloomy expression on her otherwise lovely face.

“What’s wrong Ladybug?” You broke the silence between you but your daughter only sighed, “You know I’m not mad at you for walking out on your audition right? Stage fright is normal—”

“It’s not stage fright!” she lost her cool, and in response to your raised eyebrows, she regained control of her emotions and apologised, saying, “Sorry. . .I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“Then if it’s not stage fright, what is it?”

“I just don’t think I like acting anymore. . . I want to do something else.”

“Oh I see, then what do you want to do, if not acting?”

“Ugh. I don’t know. Can you stop asking so many questions?” She heaved a sigh and then turned her back on you once again. You pucker your lips since you have no idea what has gotten into her, but her new attitude was beginning to mildly wear on your nerves.

“I’m just trying to help you with whatever new interest you have.” You responded in a composed and level-headed fashion. You didn't want to get into an argument with her when you’re about to go away at your art exhibition in another country.

“I know. . .” She mumbled.

While you were making your way back to your old neighbourhood, you cast a sidelong look her way, “You know me and your Dad loves you, right?”

“If you guys do then maybe try working it out for my sake instead of getting a divorce?” Immediately as you drove into the driveway, Sasha sprang out of the vehicle, slamming the door and ran to sit on the porch of your childhood home.

There it was—the primary drivers of Sasha's emotional turmoil. You were aware that telling her the news the morning of her audition was probably going to be a mistake, but your husband is of the opinion that telling her as soon as possible is in her best interest. While your stepfather, Lindsey, approached your vehicle to get Sasha's possessions, Sasha sat on the porch, put her earbuds in, and listened to music on her phone.

You unlocked the car and rolled down the window, “Good Afternoon, Lindsey.”

“Good to see you, love. You’re quite early, I didn’t expect you to arrive before dinner.” He greeted you back, “Aren’t you going to come in and say hello to your mother?”

You looked at your watch and shook your head, “I can’t— I have a flight to catch. Tell her I said hi?”

“Sure thing,” He flashed a smile, then turned towards Sasha, “Come here kiddo, help me take your bags inside.” Lindsey waved her over and she lazily made her way towards the man who passed her, her backpack. You let out a sigh as Sasha walked away from you and inside their home without so much as a word or a glance in your direction.

Lindsey, who had Sasha’s suitcase stopped by the side of your car, “Are you okay?”

You pressed your lips together and nodded, “To be honest, Lindsey, yes. It’s just her I’m worried about. Please don’t spoil her too much while she’s here, don’t allow her to stay in her room all day.”

“Don’t worry, she just needs time. You only broke the news today anyway. You stay safe on your flight.”

“Thanks Lindsey—Alright I better get going. Tell mom I’ll stay longer when I come back!” You started your ignitions before setting your navigation towards the airport.

“Alright love. Stay safe and have fun at your exhibition.”

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During the time that you were pulling out of the driveway, Sasha peered through the gap in the living room's drapes. She was feeling guilty about how she talked to you, but her pride got in the way — or her equal anger between you and your husband.

"There she is,” Your mother, Vanessa, approached Sasha who smiled back at her coming in for a hug, “Look at you all grown up. It's so lovely to have you here darling. How's your mother?"

The 13-year-old girl shrugged, her cheeks cupped in between her grandmother's palms, "Annoying but she seems to be doing well."

“Annoying? Well aren’t you lucky she’s off your tail for a few days?” Her grandmother smiled as she admired the carbon copy of her daughter when she was a child, "The similarity between you is so uncanny."

The young girl scowled at the older woman's comment, making her grandma laugh, "So where will I be sleeping?"

"Your Mother's old room. I've cleaned it but I left everything back to where it is—she doesn't like it when people touch her things."

"Huh." Sasha chuckled. How ironic. She thought.

“Goodness me, kiddo! What do you have in your bag?” Lindsey groaned as he pulled the bag inside the house.

“Er Nothing much, just a dead body.” Sasha nonchalantly shrugs and walks past Lindsey to go upstairs, “Thanks for helping out Lindsey! Grandma said I'll be sleeping in Mom’s room.”

Lindsey chuckles at the child’s dark humour and looks at Vanessa, “Don’t look at me, she probably got that from her father.”

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This is the first time Sasha will be ever sleeping in your old room—it felt cosy and she could see all your memories stuck on its walls. She steps closer to see the lightly faded photographs of you and people she has never seen in her life. In the photographs, you can be seen smiling and possessing a sunny disposition, and you are dressed in vibrant colours, which makes you seem more feminine than you do today when you always wear dark colours for formal apparel.

"I see you’ve found your Mom’s most treasured memories?” Vanessa spoke behind her by the door with Lindey following just behind her.

Sasha turns around and points at one photo, “Who were these people Grandma?”

“Check the back of the photos and find out, but make sure to put them back.” Vanessa winked and steps aside to let Lindsey drag Sasha’s suitcase in.

“Whew! That’s my exercise for the day! Just call me and your grandma if you need equipment to bury the body.” Lindsey winked at the kid who chuckled at the older man’s lame attempt to get along with her.

“Make yourself feel at home, darling. I'll call you down when dinner’s ready." Her grandmother smiled and shut the door. Sasha plops her backpacks on the floor and allows herself to fall backwards on her mother's old bed.

This is going to be one boring summer. She sighed and rolled to her side, now facing a white wooden study desk with books neatly stacked on the side. Her eyes pan towards the shelving above, the stem of the A5 books had 365 written on it—all pastel colored. Journals.

She got up abruptly and swiped what she assumed was the first volume of her mother's diaries. The front had a warning—which was written in her mother's handwriting—it said: Private! DO NOT READ!

"Pft. What are you going to do Mom? Ground me?" She chuckled and proceeded to open the journal.

June 13 1999

I finally persuaded Mom and Dad that I will be studying art in college, however, they won't be paying for it since they don't consider it as a real career—It’s ironic since they love going to art museums? It just doesn't make sense! But whatever, I got a job at the local florist anyway. Either I'll save money or I would have to work hard on creating art and get a scholarship.

It's also been a week since the new neighbours moved in, a family of five, they call themselves Strange—no literally, that's their name. Eugene and Beverly, the parents and then there's Stephen, Donna and Victor. Donna's very lovely and the same age as me. We instantly clicked when we met, we shared the same interest and aspirations—maybe we could even go to college together.

Her older brother Stephen though, he's kind of intimidating, the third time Donna invited me for dinner. . . he kept staring at me—or maybe I'm just imagining it. According to Dad, he looks like trouble and though Dad thinks his parents are nice people, he's already given me a warning to steer clear from him. . . but we don't even talk. . .so. . . Yeah. . . But I won't judge a book by its cover. . . Okay, maybe I think he's a little, very attractive—but there's nothing wrong with admiring right?

Actually. . . I first met Stephen . . .

June 6, 1999

You were on your way back to town from a little camp getaway with your highschool friends—a getaway where your father wasn’t too keen on letting you join but thanks to your mother, you were able to—you were driving the Mercedes Benz your father gifted you on your nineteenth birthday and Fantasy by Mariah Carey was playing on the radio.

“Oh, when you walk by every night, talkin' sweet and lookin' fine I get kinda hectic inside~” You belted while being in the car by yourself, “Baby, I’m so into you—”

Your singing was quickly cut off by the unexpected jolting of the car, which was followed by the loud beeping that indicated you were out of petrol, “No, no, no! But I just filled the gas, what?” You panicked but was lucky enough to pull over to the side of the road before the car came to a full stop.

You pulled the handbrake to its highest position before getting out; warily looking around a desolate road that was bordered by pine trees as you stepped out of your vehicle. You quickly grabbed your knitted cardigan with the colour blocked pattern of pastel green and pink and put it over your sundress before going around to see what the problem was.

You could hear the revving of a motorbike from a distance, so you attempted to seem casual as you went around and around the Benz.

Stephen, who was recklessly riding his motorbike without a helmet on while listening to Green Day's "American Idiot" on his cassette tape using his headphones, discovered you looking troubled as you were circling your vehicle. It was quite evident to him that you had no idea what it was that you were even searching for. When he rode by you, he didn't originally have any intention of assisting you. However, when he glanced at you through the side mirror of his motorcycle, a voice within his brain urged him to turn around, and so he did.

You let out a sigh of exasperation while paying little attention to the motorbike that finally passed you by. You were trying to decide whether to contact your father for assistance or just trek your way back to your home. You’re aware that your father is going to be upset when he finds out what had happened to your car.

"I'm so dead. . ." You muttered something under your breath as you twisted around and looked in the passenger seat for your phone. When you realised no one was going to assist you, you stooped forwards, the length of your dress shortening at the back to display your thighs.

Stephen cleared his throat, “Do you need help, Miss?”

You were so startled that you leapt and struck the top of your head on the roof of your car. "Ow!" You rubbed the back of your head, eyes widening and immediately covered your backside.

Stephen smiled but tried to hide it by covering his lips with the back of his palm and looking away briefly before turning his attention back to you and asking, "Are you okay?"

“I’m fine, thank you!” You pulled down on the hem of your dress, your back bumping the side of the vehicle, and you felt the heat crawl up from the base of your neck as you realised that this attractive stranger may have seen your undergarments. How humiliating, you thought to yourself. "U-um, how can I help you?"

“I asked you first.”

“Me? Oh no, I don’t need help—I’m just uh. . . taking a break from driving—You can just move along.” You reasoned with a lie while waving him off, causing Stephen to cast a sceptical eye before his nostrils caught a whiff of petrol, “What are you doing?!”

You asked the handsome stranger and followed him to the back of your car where he got low on the ground to check under the vehicle, “Sorry to break it to you but you won’t be getting home with an empty tank and a dislodged fuel line—unless you’ve premeditated to burn down the forest?” He stood back up and clapped his hands together to shake off the dirt before wiping it off on the back of his black Wrangler pants.

You took a few steps back, completely forgetting how much taller he was than you; the top of your head didn't even come close to reaching his shoulders as you asked, “Do I look like someone who would commit arson?”

Before he let out a little chuckle and said, "It was only a joke," Stephen's blue eyes swept down from your head to your toes and then back up to your face, "Relax.”

You tried to pull your dress lower while his eyes attentively scrutinised you, giving the impression that he was evaluating you, all the while saying, “Jokes are meant to be funny.”

“Yeah—that also depends on your humour.” Stephen shrugged, “Anyway where are you headed? Do you need a ride?”

You cross your arms and you eyed him suspiciously, “How do I know you’re not some serial killer that targets vulnerable, alone women?”

While continuing to laugh, Stephen repeated the gesture of placing the back of his hand over his mouth. He is aware that you have every reason to be wary, particularly in light of the many reports of hitchhikers going missing in other states, and he respects your right to do so.

“If my intention was just that, then you wouldn’t be standing there talking to me right now—I mean this area is already deserted? Surrounded by woods—Heck, no car has even passed by for the last five minutes we’ve been talking—If I wanted to unalive you, I would’ve done it already.”

Your face hardens, “That doesn’t exactly make me feel better—and for your information, unalive is not a word.”

“It is now,” Stephen shrugs, “The sun will be setting before you know it, do you need a ride back to town or not?”

“No. I have a phone. I’m going to call my Dad to pick me up.”

“Alright, suit yourself,” Stephen turned around and you got back inside your car to grab your mobile phone. Stephen also checked his phone and exhaled through his nostrils when he saw that there was no signal; this was the reason why he was making his approach towards his motorbike extremely slowly, counting "5... 4...3...2...1..."

“Wait!” You made your way over to him and yelled out. Stephen pretended to be stunned that you had called him to wait for you and executed a 180-degree spin while using his heels. You then asked, "I need to go to Devonport—but how do I know I can trust you?"

As Stephen made his way back to you, he reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out both his wallet and an item that was undoubtedly his driver's licence. He then brought the card in close enough for you to see the information on it, at which point you wrinkled your brows in confusion.

“How is that supposed to make me trust you?”

“I’ll leave my car license in your car, so if I suddenly have the urge to murder you, they’ll be able to solve the case,”—he snapped his fingers— “just like that. Happy?” He asked and placed his licence carefully on the sunshade.

“I-I guess. . .”

“Grab all the things you need, you can put it under my seat—You’re in luck because I’m headed for Devonport as well.”

“Oh. . .okay.”

"Wow Mom, so much for teaching me not to trust strangers no matter what they say." Sasha flips the next page and continues on reading the entry.

"You're going to have to sit facing one side since you're wearing a dress." Stephen said as he mounted his motorcycle and kickstarted it's engines once again. Since you are merely standing there, he gives you a look that conveys his impatience, "What are you waiting for? You waiting for pigs to fly?"

You glared at him, "No! I'm just wondering where your helmet is."

"Oh. . .I left it at home,” Stephen shrugs.

“Great, if not murdered, I’ll probably die from a crash.” You then hopped up behind him while mumbling something to yourself. Because you had never truly ridden a motorbike before, attempting to position yourself was quite awkward for you.

“Y’know for a nice looking girl, you’re rather pessimistic—”

“Y’know for a handsome guy, you look like a hazard to society.” you retorted back.

Stephen burst out laughing while simultaneously shaking his head in response to your comeback.

"Oh you find that one funny huh?"

"If you aren't so on edge, I'd probably think you're flirting with me right now." Stephen poked fun at you, forcing you to make an even more grumpy face. You are relieved to see that he is facing front since you were certain that blood was rushing to your cheeks.

"Is there anywhere I could hold onto?" You changed the subject.

"Me."

"Really?"

"Yeah—but if you want to go handsfree I'm cool with that.”

"You can’t be serious—AH!”

You were forced to grip onto Stephen's hips when he cranked the throttle, which caused the motorcycle to lurch forwards and cause you to lose your composure, “Wow, going straight for my hips? Aren’t you going to take me out on a date first?” He continued to tease and you just knew there was a massive mischievous smirk on his lips based on the sound of his voice.

“You did that on purpose—and in your dreams!”

Sasha snorted at the action Stephen took to get you to hold on, “What a sly dog—it’s so obvious that you're into him and he knows it.” Legs swinging back and forth into the air, she laid on her stomach—clearly she found your entries entertaining since you barely talked about this area of your life with her. You always found your way to sway the conversation out of it.

The journey to Devonport was fairly dull, and neither of you spoke a word to due to the fact that Stephen was listening to music on his tape player the whole time. However, it was beneficial for you since you dislike making idle chatter, particularly with unfamiliar people. You clung to his broad shoulfers because you didn't want to give him a reason to believe that you were taking chances due to the fact that you thought he was appealing.

You told him your address, assuming your father isn’t home from work yet—he usually comes home late in the night—but not today. As soon as you pulled up on Stephen's motorcycle in your front yard,Your father ran out of the house as quickly as he could, like he was out to kill. You muttered a profanity to yourself.

“(Y/N)?!”

“Dad? What are you doing home so early?”

“(Y/N), you better have a good explanation why you’ve come home with a boy and on a motorcycle.” Arthur chided you sternly as he moved closer to you and attempted to remove you off the motorcycle so that you could get away from Stephen.

“Dad, it's a long story, please let me explain when we go inside.” You urged him to go back inside with you but he and Stephen have already made eye-contact with each other.

“Who’s he?” He pointed at Stephen, “Is he the reason why you wanted to go on that camp trip so badly?”

Stephen chose to keep his lips shut for the time being since he was quite uneasy with the way in which your father could be so confrontational.

“What? No! It’s just us girls!” You replied the truth in your defence, “Can you please just let me explain?”

“I didn’t raise you to get yourself mixed up with the wrong people, (Y/N).”

“Woah, what’s that supposed to mean?” Stephen slipped up after feeling offended at your father’s remarks, “I think, I deserve a thank you for getting your daughter home safely, Sir.”

“A ticket is what you deserve for riding a motorcycle without protective gear on.” Arthur replies to Stephen who just scoffs and shakes his head.

“Dad! Please! Can we just go inside and let me explain?!” You snapped and your father glared at Stephen before turning back towards the house.

“I’m sorry—this is so embarrassing. . .I—Thank you for bringing me home.” You thanked Stephen, feeling flustered, “Your licence is still in my car, how do I give it back to you?”

“You don’t need to give it back—that’s an old expired licence,” Stephen chuckled your stunned facial expression, “But if you insist on giving it back, anytime is fine, neighbour.” Stephen’s smile broadens, not giving you a chance to speak, he rides towards his house where his family has already started moving things from the truck.

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You were surprised that your father took the whole car situation better than you expected; what he was more peeved about is the fact that you rode a stranger’s motorcycle without a helmet on—but you really had no choice—what if the next person to offer help was shady?

“Dad, will you stop spying on the new neighbours?” You demanded, pausing the movie playing on the VHS.

“Please, Darla at the front isn’t even discreet about it. She’s literally pretending to tend her garden,” Arthur stifled a chuckle as he thought of the lonely middle-aged woman whose favourite hobby was prying into other people's affairs. You and your dad refer to her as the neighbourhood's surveillance camera: Someone had a lover's quarrel? Simply ask her what took place, and she will be able to explain everything in great detail. Lost a cat? She will remember the location of the last time she saw it.

“Really?” You rose up and peeked under your father's elbow to inspect, and you burst out laughing when you saw the woman pretending to tend to her already well-shaped hedges.

“What are you two laughing at?” Vanessa, who came from the kitchen, holding a container of freshly baked cookies asked.

“Just Darla,” You answered and turned to face your mother, “Oooh cookies.”

You jogged towards your mother who slapped your hand to prevent you from taking one, “This isn’t for you, ladybug, this is for our new neighbours.”

“Oh, okay. Are you going over there?”

“No, you are. I already introduced myself earlier. They have a daughter called Donna, she’s the same age as you—go introduce yourself, maybe give her a tour around the neighbourhood.” Vanessa placed the container on your hand and ushered you out the front door, not giving you a chance to complain.

You puffed your cheeks and obediently made your way to your new neighbour’s house. You approached a woman who looks just slightly older than your mother, “H-hi, excuse me?”

She turns around and welcomes you with a warm smile. She had kind green eyes and salt-pepper hair and a tall lady, “Why hello there! You must be (Y/N) right?”

“How did you know?” You shyly ask though quite surprised she correctly guessed.

“You look a lot like your mother, darling.” She smiles, “I’m Berverly, very lovely to meet you.”

“Wonderful to meet you too, ma’am—oh this is for you and your family, it’s freshly baked cookies.” You lifted the container to show her its contents.

“Wow, they look great! I might take one later, I got dirty hands—can I kindly ask you to bring it inside? My kids are there, maybe give it to Donna, our youngest Victor might eat everything, he loves cookies.”

“Sure.” You nodded.

“Thanks, darling,” Beverley paused as you reluctantly followed the path towards their porch, “Don’t be shy, go on ahead~”

You entered through the front door, which was already open, and carefully navigate your way through the maze of boxes that were spread out across the floor. You then made your way towards the kitchen, where you heard voices and found Donna and Victor arguing over who would get the room that was the second largest.

“You don’t even need a room, you always sleep between mom and dad, you big baby!” Donna argued with her nine-year-old brother who wanted the room she also wanted.

“I’m not a big baby!!” Victor yelled at Donna and charged towards her, only for the older female to hold his head, his short arms unable to hit her.

“Okay, then you’re adopted!”

“Will you two shut up?! I’m taking that room, I’m the oldest.” You heard Stephen’s voice and you stopped your tracks.

“What?! You’re barely even home!” Donna told Stephen before doing a double-take when she saw you by the archway of the kitchen, “Oh hello—go away you gremlin, we have a visitor.”

Victor ceases trying to give Donna hits when he also notices you.

“Hi—um my mom baked you guys something.” You gave Donna a kind grin, and she motioned for you to join her and the others into the kitchen. You let out a long, slow breath since you weren't prepared to see your rescuer so quickly.

Donna peaked inside the container and her smile grew, “Wow thank you. . . What’s your name?”

You gave Stephen a brief glance, and he was already looking at you quite attentively. He was still dressed in the same way, with the simple white shirt and the black Wrangler jeans. Because you despise the way that he causes you to feel extremely nervous, you have resolved to ignore him completely. It was clear that he, like everyone else, was interested in learning your name.

“My name is er—(Y/N).”

“I’m Donna!” She beamed and grabbed one of the cookies in the container.

“Are those cookies?!” Victor butted in and tried to peek inside the container as well.

“Yes but you can’t have some until you choose to stay in the smallest room.” A shrug from Donna, and she takes the container away from you while also getting it away from Victor, who is glaring at his older sister.

“Ugh fine! Just give me some and I’ll take the smallest room.”

“The things you’ll do for a cookie—unbelievable. No taking that back!” Donna narrowed her eyes on the little boy and took one whole cookie for him.

“Just give him half, mom’s limiting his sugar intake remember?” Stephen intervenes before Donna hands Victor the cookie.

“But I haven’t had any sugar at all today, Stephen! Please, please, please, let me have a whole one.” Victor pleaded but Stephen firmly shook his head.

“It’s either half or no cookie at all, bud. You choose.” Stephen shrugs.

“Ugh—ever since you went to college you’ve become so boring!” Victor stomped his feet and turned towards Donna to beg, “Donna? Pleeeease.”

Donna looked at her older brother who shook his head then at the youngest who was giving her puppy eyes, “How about you eat one half today and one half tomorrow?”

“You guys would’ve eaten everything by then!”

“I can always make more if you want, but I’ll just have to put in way less sugar.” You reassured Victor whose frown grew into a smile.

“You’d do that?” Victor’s eyes sparkled.

You nodded, “Yeah, it’s really easy—”

“You’re the best! I’m Victor by the way!” Victor ran and gave you a hug, “Are you single by any chance? Stephen could use someone like you. He’s so miserable right now that’s why he’s taking a short break from college.”

Stephen started coughing severely after choking on the can of soda that he was drinking at the time. Donna, who was roaring with laughter, ran up to Stephen and gave him a few whacks on the back as she did so. You, on the other hand, were rendered speechless and your face became as red as a tomato as a reaction towards the child's unfiltered mouth.

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“Sasha?" Vanessa opened the door after knocking a few times, prompting Sasha to quickly hide the journal under the pillows.

"Yes?" She smiled innocently at her grandmother.

"Dinner’s ready, come on down."

“Oh okay.” Sasha slides out of the bed and heads downstairs together with her grandmother, “What did you cook?”

“I heard from your mom that you love mushroom cream risotto so we made it for you.” Vanessa places her hands over the girl’s shoulders as they descend down the stairs towards the kitchen.

“Can you make me some chocolate chip cookies? Mom never has time to make homemade cookies for me. . .” Sasha glanced at her grandma who nodded.

“Of course I can, my love. We can make some together tomorrow, I’ll teach you my recipe.” Vanessa winked and Sasha smiles, feeling excited to try the cookies that you offered the Stranges all those years ago.

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swiftadrift · 2 months

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Collected the images of Sasha Waybright I'd drawn over the years and you can see the stages of my human art development in them... wow

I start rambling beneath the cut sorry

I thought I'd drawn like 3 images of fully-coloured humans and 2/3 of them would be Sasha but no.. I had 7 and 5/7 are Sasha and they're all different styles (other two were Luz + Amity, and Ibuki Mioda)

Girl who I got so obsessed with that my human artstyle is mostly based on her...

ALSO improvement?? I don't wanna post all of it but like

I did a screenshot redraw from Toadcatcher a while back so I thought I might as well try another Toadcatcher screenshot and guys??? Guys... I didn't redraw the background this time around but it still looks SUPER cool

Both were very heavily referenced from the original scenes with my twist on them so it's probably nothing at all, I'm just so fascinated with the differences!!

I tried a different style of lineless that isn't the one I normally use and I think it looks so much better for this, and her expression and the shading got much more confident and sure

And I mean it was super heavily referenced to clarify both times I remember tracing the original before going over a second time in my style

But I think I've got the hang of it now... so I might start posting human art soon alongside my cats haha!

I did this one too I'm not as happy with it but I'm still pretty happy (still referenced, I have actual drawings that aren't referenced I promise they're just sketches)

I'm working on my human art and it's showing!! I'm so elated

#Maybe I shouldn't be so proud because it's not really improvement if it was extreme referencing #But I think it's different enough... I'll draw a non-referenced human after I post this 'cause I think I can

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foxydivaxx · 7 months

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Sanji Actor AU Sturvs

- Sanji suffered from bulimia twice in his life. The second time almost killed him. This adds to his body image issues

- He admitted to envying Zoro and Luffy due to the attention they get. The fact that he was an all washed up broke popstar when they started shooting season 1 did not help. No worries he gets better

- Sanji has admitted to feeling insecure and his sexy stage persona is him trying to overcompensate for his many flaws. His fans and others keep telling him how beautiful he is. He slowly begins to love himself more

- The nosebleeds were too much for him that he actually got hospitalized for extreme blood loss. Sanji was terrified and thought he was going to die

- As far as Sanji is concerned, he is not worth saving or loving

- Sanji filed for bankruptcy after Aogiri’s label at the time kicked him out of the group as the contract they signed unfortunately took most of his earnings plus he had a mental breakdown

- He chose to not sue the label and others because he was extremely exhausted

- He attempted to end his life and actually drove a bullet to his head but he somehow survived. He still struggles with suicidal thoughts like that every once in a while

- The rest of Aogiri did not say a word adding more to the rift. The irony? Sanji would end up outselling the entire group years later

- He recently did an interview with Shanks who noted that Sanji was being too hard on himself

- During that dark period, Judge showed up and sexually assaulted Sanji again. Zoro saved Sanji and punched the daylights out of Judge. This incident gave birth to the Mr Prince persona

- Mr Prince is Sanji’s true alter ego and his inner Sasha Fierce. Mr Prince is described as a cold hearted Homme Fatale. A dangerous yet seductive charmer that can make you fall in love with him. Get too close though and he destroys you. Mr Prince is a proud beauty, extremely comfortable with his body and sexuality. Oh and he is a sex maniac as well and does not care about gender so long as you give him what he wants. Mr Prince is an untouchable bitch no one dares to fuck with and will happily break your heart without hesitation.

- Although Mr Prince is in a way an alter ego, many people believe that that persona is Sanji’s true self as the guy actually is naturally sexy and charming without trying and nowadays is a lot more colder and aloof given his life experience. In a way they are right

- Judge came to attack Sanji again when One Piece began. Compared to previous encounters, Sanji was a lot more prepared. Thanks to his newly acquired martial arts skills, he destroys the old man. Also he brought a whip with him on set just in case and whips the hell out of the man several times, causing the old man to cry for mercy. Once he was satisfied, Sanji kicked the old man so hard that he was sent flying out of the building. Zoro found the whole thing sexy

- The incident where he beat up his dad went viral and soon everyone began to fear Sanji. Those that have hurt him in the past began to fear for their lives

- Sanji is bad at rock, scissors, paper

- He wears heels occasionally

- For a while, he only allowed Zoro to touch him due to the trauma that his dad caused

- He pampers Chopper with sweet treats

- He has a sweet tooth compared to Zoro

- He is flexible and often stretches his legs whilst reading, something Zoro finds cute

- He and Zoro are members of the mile high club

- He has a cute fox onesie and Zoro has a tiger one

#sanji #one piece

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peachi-bug · 8 months

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ROSE MOON: HISTORY, INSPO, AND THOUGHTS.

RoseMoon has been a gigantic part of my life and art journey. It's my personal project, and with the help of my friends I've been able to further advance the story. But RoseMoon has grown up with me, and I doubt it will stop anytime soon.

But all that mushy gushy stuff aside I want to go through some of the ways RoseMoon has grown, not only artistically, but lore, length, character and world building, all that good stuff!

It went through a lot of phases, but here's the highlights!

RoseMoon first started with me around 10 years at the time making a silly little cat oc. Her name was Star, a warriors cat with blue fur red eyes and big fluffy wings.

I was weird as a kid...

Star quickly became a human and I NEVER stopped drawing her, I gave her friends, siblings, a partner and some issues.

Up until year 7 when I discovered the lovely realm of MYCTS. Ranboo, Turbo, Tommy, Dream, Snapnap, I was OBSESSED. My art had moved from digital to traditional, and granted, it still kinda sucked.

Fanart helped me improve a lot.

Just before year 8 I discovered The Owl House and made more OCS with inspiration from the cast.

Thus, Sasha, Melody, Grey, Aspen, Dreki, Valarie were born. At this time Star had grown into a full kickass demon assassin. Then I made her a guy. And that was Mio (then Ronnin) My oldest oc by far!

I moved halfway through year 8

It was a lot for me, but I dove headfirst into making the first chapters of RoseMoon, then called Serenity. It was a huge comfort for me.

Serenity was about a shape shifting assassin named Ronnin traveling through universes. He got stuck in the demon universe and got taken in by a demon Valarie and a little dragon named Dreki.

Ronnin made friends with an energetic boy named Greyson and a Kind yet scary girl named Melody, and made enemies with a prince Aspen and his demi-god friend Alistair. Ronnins main goal was to get back to his human friend, Sasha.

Then I found ROTTMNT, which heavily influenced my style and the world of my OCS. It was much similar to RiseTMNT but different.

No mutants or Yokai,just demons and humans living separated from each other in an underground and above ground city, both much like Boston and New York mashed together.

Sasha reappeared as Quinn.

After the suggestion of my friend I made Melody, Mio, Grey, and Dreki adopted siblings and Quinn their honorary sister, I later just changed that to their adopted sister.

Aspen was now the Apprentice of a god in the form of a wolf named Plush.

Then one day in school I was bored, my art had steadily improved the past years so I designed a new OC

Cal.

At first his father was just a mean old man who kicked him out to live with his sister and niece, Sam and Lily and he stayed like that for a while.

After creating Cal I overhauled the entire story, keeping most characters relationships the same but further expanding on the Gods, the world around them, their lore, I did a lot of world building in this time. This was partially fueled by a trip to Arizona which inspired me a bit.

I decided I wanted the minor antagonists to still be Aspen and Plush, now aided by an Anxious snake named Adelia and a prissy and arrogant Kitsune named Zeph. But the major antagonist was Cals father. A cult leader who was possessed by an evil thing, and he wasn't the first.

The cult dated back to before Plush became a god and lost everything. For Almost 50,000 years this thing was trying to become the one and only god, to take power and control of everything, for no reason. And the Gods are powerless to stop his influence no matter how hard they try. So the death goddess sends Plush to control the situation until they can find a permanent situation to the thing. Few things remain consistent, the topic of Gods, Family, Faith, and Assassins.

And that's where RoseMoon stands now.

Melody, Quinn, Mio, Grey, Dreki, Aspen, and Plush have all grown with me so much. But there is still a lot of work to be done.

As for now...

I'm very happy to announce that I've officially started working on the first few chapters of RoseMoon! I'm very excited to be finally writing all my characters after years of development!

RoseMoon begins, so look out for little teasers (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

#book writing #original story #RoseMoon #writing #world building

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erigold13261 · 2 years

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📢Psychonauts NSR AU, Chapter 1: Performance FAIL📢

Vinyl City Auditions. A show where a musician’s dreams come true. They introduce themselves, get ready for the stage, and have their dreams made. This is the story of two. One was a woman, she had fair skin, long brown hair which was a little spiky, she wore a red shirt, a denim sleeveless jacket, black leggings, and black boots. The other was a man, he had green skin, short black hair, wore a black jacket, a yellow shirt with beige stripes, dark green pants with ripped cuffs, and black boots. “Heya!” the woman introduced herself to the camera. “The name is Milla. I weild the guitar.” she continued, “And this is…“ she introduced the man. “Sasha.” the man spoke. “And he plays the…“ “Drums.” Sasha spoke. “And together, we are Bunk Bed Junction!” Milla explained who they are. “Hey, Sasha. There sure has been quite a lot of electronic music in this city lately.” Milla asked her friend. “That’s true Milla.” Sasha responded. “But you know, this city lacks a certain something. Don’t you think?” Milla asked. “Absolutely Milla.” Sasha replied. “Luckily for you guys, we have the perfect fix! Why don’t you tell em, Sasha!” Milla spoke as she looked at the camera. “Why Milla, we’re Bunk Bed Junction and we’re going to…” Sasha spoke as he forgot his lines. “We’re going to junka…uhm… in their bunka, no wait it's—“ Sasha tried to remember. “Thaaaat’s right, Sasha! We’re gonna bunka, we’re gonna junka, and we’re gonna BAM in your faces!” Milla finished. “We’re bringing back rock! This long-forgotten art used to be the backbone of Vinyl City, you know.” she explained. “So be ready to listen to our super tasty riffs of—“ “Okay cut. That’s a good take.” the camerawoman interrupted. “Oh, that’s it?” Milla asked. “Yes, we got what we needed. Now please make your way to the audition stage. Just follow the arrows. Thank you.” the camerawoman spoke. “No thank you so much! That was mighty sweet!” Milla thanked. “Next!” The camerawoman shouted. Sasha and Milla made it to the entrance of the stage. “How could you forget your lines, Sasha? It’s Bunka, then Junka, then BAM in your faces!” Milla complained. “I can’t help it. As soon as the camera started rolling I was just…wow the lights were just so intense.” Sasha responded. “Well don’t screw this up okay? We have to look good in front of the world!” Milla replied as she and Sasha made it to the stage. “Yeah, I hear ya. Maybe this time I'll—!” “Okay, shhh. Shhh! We’re almost there. Be nice to the judges!” Milla interrupted Sasha.

The two then made it to the stage. Watched by many people. Watched by the judges. It was their time to shine. “Are you ready?!” Milla shouted to the audience. “Why hello you too.” an old man’s voice spoke. “Helloooooo Ford!” Milla replied. “Right, and you are…?” Ford asked. “We’re Bunk Bed Junction!” Milla responded. “Bunk Bed Junction.” Ford asked. “Yes! Because you see? NSR needs more fans!” Milla replied. “So we’re gonna build a new junction right into your highway so that more people can join this awesomeful party! Bunk Bed Junction! Woo!” Milla continued. “Clever. I hope you put as much thought your music as you did with your band name.” Ford responded. “So what will you play for us today?” he asked the band. “Oh, it’s something this city needs! We’re playiiiiiing rock!” Milla responded. “Say again?” Ford asked. “Rock! We’re here to bring it back to the top! Just like how Vision Quest did a long time ago!” Milla replied. “Really?” Ford asked. “Very well then, show me what you’ve got.” he continued. “It’s time to…” Ford started. “Start. The. ARENA!” The audience shouted.

It was time to rock. Milla started first, a security drone arrives and Milla jumped to the beat from the shockwaves of the drone three times. Then another drone arrived, this time Milla jumped in different beats. Then she pulled out her guitar and attacked the security drones as well as keeping her rhythm. The third challenge for her, three drones were now flying in the air. She collected white notes as ammo and launched them by playing her guitar. This time, there was a chest with a metronome on it, Milla walked near it and played on her guitar causing the chest to transform into a pole with horns which honked in celebration. “Good. And what about you, other guy? Do you just flaunt your hair all day?” Ford asked. “I play the drums.” Sasha replied. Ford nodded, “Initiate the second phase.” Ford spoke.

Now it was Sasha’s turn. The first pair of drones looked like tops with pillars that sprung out. Sasha beat his drumsticks on the drones which were now defeated. Then there were three air drones again, this time Sasha grabbed the ammo and played the drums which caused the ammo to be launched and the air drones falling. Now the next thing Sasha faced was different, there were two cannons that launched purple balls of light, Sasha strucked them in time, damaging the two cannons. The last thing Sasha faced were two chests, Sasha played his drums to transform them. “Very good. Now let’s see both of you use those skills to power up the Qwasa. Initiate the final phase.” Ford instructed.

Now it was time for the show. Milla started, she saw three spinning drones and attacked them with her guitar. Then she saw five air drones and launched five notes at them. Now it was Sasha’s turn. He saw one drone, three air drones, and some ammo. He collected ammo and struck the air drones and attacked the drone on land. And then there were five more air drones and two more land drones as well as ammo. He collected the ammo, struck the two drones and dodge the air drones. And then he shot the air drones using the ammo. Now it was time to end, Milla played her guitar, and Sasha played his drums… ending their music with a bang.

“Yes! We did it! We finished the course!” Milla spoke, “Thank you! Thank you!” she thanked. “There’s so much electricity in this room!” Milla continued. “How do you think it went?” Ford asked. “Brilliantly!” Milla responded. “Thought’d you say that. Fellas, what do you think?” Ford asked the judges. Milla was expecting all Os, but what she heard was…

*BUZZ* “Well 1 out of 6 isn’t bad—“ Milla spoke.

*BUZZ* “W-Wait a minute!” Milla spoke again.

*BUZZ* “Can you just listen to—“ Milla tried to speak up.

*BUZZ* “Sasha! Say something!” Milla persuaded. “Uhm… tada!” Sasha spoke.

*BUZZ*

Five Xs, five Xs all because of rock, the audience were complaining, they thought the music was great. But they got five Xs. Ford calmed the audience down. “I’ll be blunt. You came here for us to judge you. And it looks like my artists have spoken. You have no future in show business.” Ford spoke. “What?!” Milla asked. Sasha wanted to speak up, “But we managed to finish the arena and we—“ “We reserve the the right to reject you even if you finished the course. We have the final say in everything.” Ford interrupted. “That’s not fair!” Milla complained. “Please we run on talent. Not fairness.” Ford responded. “This audition is held to find the next best musician who meets our standards of excellence, and you certainly didn’t qualify.” Ford continued. “Well that’s rich coming from a bunch of wannabe artists!” Milla insulted. The audience gasped, Sasha gasped, and just then…

*BUZZ*

The final X, Milla and Sasha were done for. “See that X? It means you’re done. If I were you, I would swallow my pride and use this time to rethink my career.” Ford spoke. “You can’t do this me!” Milla spoke. “I just did.” Ford replied. “No! I’m an artist! I’m a performer! A performer! I belong on this stage!” Milla responded. “Okay! I’ve heard enough. Thank you very much. Off you go.” Ford ordered. “You haven’t heard the last of me! Okay?!” Milla replied. “What do you know about rock?! I bet you’ve never even held a guitar in your life!” Milla continued. Now Milla messed up. She saw Ford kneeling down. “Okay, listen lady. You think, that you can just walk in here and drag us all into your silly fantasy?” Ford asked. “You are so naive to think that rock is still relevant. Stop living in the past!” Ford continued. “There’s only one music in demand right now, and that is…” Ford explained.

“…EDM. The age of rock is over, EDM rules this city!” Ford ended. Milla felt insulted. She ran up to Ford immediately. “Oh yeah?! Well how about you, take all those Xs, and shove em up your—!”

They were kicked out. All because they played rock.

#submission #othfic #nsr #psychonauts #noart #i did not expect you to actually send in a fic #i should have realized that by your comments #i would say to break up your paragraphs more #the first paragraph was a lot to have all as one block

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profangirllu · 3 years

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Actor!Eren Yeager Headcanons (pt. 2)

Pairing: Actor!Eren Yeager x MakeupArtist!Reader (AOT Live Action Show AU)

Genre: fluff, angst

Type: headcanon/bulletpoint

A/N: alrighty folks part 2 is here idk how I feel about it. Once again inspired by @nihaalart ‘s actor au fan art bc I literally love how Eren looks and acts in them so if you wanna know how I picture Eren the actor go check out her art :)

pt 1, pt 3, pt 4

Alright folks buckle up bc it’s time for part 2

Okay so as filming started you and Eren got to be really close

Like best friends close

You two were around each other for most of the day bc you had to put his makeup on and constantly reapply or do touch ups throughout shooting

So naturally you guys talked and got to know each other and found out you had a lot in common

And Mikasa, Sasha, and Hange all hung out with you on a normal basis

And wherever they were the rest of the main cast was soon to follow

So by default you just kinda joined the friend group of actors

Which felt super weird bc come on these are global superstars and you’re just you

A person that likes to do makeup :)

Honestly sometimes it messed with you bc you thought they were just doing it out of pity or some kind of obligation they felt

But you just tried to enjoy it bc once filming was over they might never wanna see you again yk

Even though you had another season after this one bUT YOURE JUST THINKING AHEAD OKAY

(Like the anxious disaster you are)

But anyways back to you and Eren

😏

So again y’all are really close

You guys do a lot together

Eat, talk, hang out

Sometimes y’all even take naps together when it’s break time

Though most of the time it’s just Eren falling asleep on you as you doodle some makeup ideas in a notebook bc homeboy is EXHAUSTED

You honestly don’t know how he does it

The man must be a machine

But as filming starts to progress you can see that it’s taking a toll on him

You have to add extra concealer under his eyes to hide the dark circles that are getting worse and worse as the weeks go by

You have to start bringing him more skin products to use because the lack of sleep and stress is irritating his skin

And irritated skin doesn’t like makeup 😡

But there’s one particular instance that makes you really concerned

You guys had an eighteen hour shoot day

Everyone was on set by five to start filming by six and you wrapped up around midnight

You were lucky the director had scheduled the next day to be a no film day months ago because everyone was exhausted

Especially Eren

He had been shooting for about fourteen of the eighteen hours, only taking breaks to eat, get his makeup done, go over fight choreography, or nap

Tbh you had barely spoken to him all day ‘cause he was falling asleep in the makeup chair and you wanted him to rest

Poor baby was so overworked it hurt

But usually every time shooting is over he comes back to you and you take his makeup off

The first day you did it just to show him how to do it on his own

What products to use and in what order to make sure he got everything off

But it just kinda became a therapeutic routine

You two would chat or listen to some calming music or just enjoy each other’s presence as you helped him

But today he didn’t

You actually didn’t even see where he had gone after the director called a wrap on everything

He just like disappeared

And you were confused bc like

Eren never missed an opportunity to talk to you

Ever

So now you were lowkey panicking

Had you done something to make him uncomfortable? Had he finally had enough of you and gotten tired of pretending to enjoy your presence? Had you said something that offended him and you didn’t know it?

You kinda had to mentally smack yourself and tell yourself to stop thinking only about you bc the truth was that Eren was wiped

So many thoughts were inside your head as you packed up your things

You were putting your brushes away when you saw a small container in your bag full of food

During the dinner break you had asked catering if you could box some food for Eren for later since he hadn’t gotten to eat anything since lunch and they happily agreed and gave you a box before Sasha could commandeer the rest of the food for herself

You didn’t know where he had gone, but you knew that regardless he needed to eat

So you packed up your stuff and headed to his trailer

Which was lowkey scary in the middle of the night when it was pitch black outside but it’s okay you’re doing it for Eren

You got there and knocked on the door softly

The lights were on inside so he had to at least be home, if not still awake

But he didn’t answer

You knocked again, a little louder this time

Still no answer

So you just kind of looked down at the box in your hands and turned to walk away

But then you heard the door to the trailer swing open

You turned back around to see Eren still in the top half of his costume with sweatpants on, Titan marks you had drawn under his eyes smudged and hair disheveled

He looked so tired

But as soon as he saw you his posture softened

His shoulders and eyes drooped and he leaned against the doorframe for support

You sighed lightly before walking up the stairs and pulling him in the trailer

You dropped your bag to the floor and started getting the food ready

Eren slumped into the couch behind the kitchenette, eyes closed and ready to pass out

As you waited for the food to heat up, you took out some of the products and began gently removing the rest of his makeup

He didn’t even protest he just let his face rest in your hands as you worked

When you were done and the food was ready, you got up from your spot and threw away the wipes and cotton pads you’d used, ignoring Eren’s little whine as you grabbed a fork

You sat back down next to him and gestured to the food

“You need to eat, Eren. You haven’t eaten since 1 o’clock and that was nearly twelve hours ago.”

Your voice was soft but firm, letting him know that going to sleep without food was not an option as long as you were here

taking the reigns 😤

He nodded and took the fork and plate from you, eating slowly

You studied him as he ate and your heart broke a little

His eyes looked sunken and exhausted

His shoulders were slumped like he had two boulders hanging off them

You knew he must’ve been tired but you didn’t know he was this exhausted

Once he’d finished you took the plate and washed it before sitting back with him again

You two sat for a minute before you checked the time

“I should probably get going and let you sleep”

You didn’t wanna go

bc you really liked Eren and enjoyed his company

But you knew how tired you were and Eren must’ve felt that twice as much so you had to go and let him rest

Eren took your hand suddenly

The touch honestly took you by surprise

Not that it hadn’t happened before it was just odd in the moment

“I’m sorry for blowing you off today”

You shook your head and sat back down next to him

“You don’t need to apologize, Eren. I know you must be exhausted”

He nodded, let out a shaky breath and wiped his eyes with the back of his other hand

It took you a minute to realize he was crying

But it took you less than a second to wrap your arms around him and hold him

His crying was heartbreaking

You’d never seen him actually cry, only when he was acting

And while his acting was phenomenal it would never compare to how broken he sounded right now as he cried into your shoulder

Once he had calmed down he apologized

“I’m sorry, I just… I really want to do my best so I don’t disappoint anyone. But sometimes… sometimes I’m just so tired and there’s so much pressure and so many expectations that I don’t know what to do”

You nodded and stroked his hair with one hand, the other rubbing his back

“It’s okay to feel that way, especially with the role you have. You never have to be sorry about needing rest and relaxation.”

You sighed and hugged him tight

“You’re doing amazing, Eren.”

Eren sniffed and wrapped his arms and tighter around you in response

“The next time you feel this way, find me and I’ll help you through it. Even if you don’t wanna talk and just need someone to lean on, I’ll be there, okay?”

Eren nodded

“Thank you for being such a good friend, (Y/N). I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Something inside you cracked

Like stone being split with a hammer

But you just smiled at him softly in response

Yeah

What would he do without a friend like you?

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Tags: @didiyogo

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ichigopeaches · 2 years

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My Muse ~ Jean Kirstein

Jean Kirstein high school AU

Jean Kirstein x female reader

Summary: Jean being an absolute simp pining for Eren’s little sister from afar, eventually musters up the courage to ask her to pose for a drawing one afternoon.

Word count: 4.1K

Warnings: just fluff :)

Hi loves! This is my first story on here, it’s longer than I expected, just a stand alone. I hope you guys like it either way ♡

……

Since the day he passed by you his first day of Senior year he had been in a trance.

Every time he’d see you he’d make sure to get a good look at you, so that way once basketball practice was over he could run to the art room and begin sketching you. Everyone knew he had a thing for art. They just didn’t know that the past couple of weeks his latest project had been about you.

Later he found out that you were his teammates Eren’s little sister in the locker room by Connie, Sasha befriended you so he heard all the gossip about her.

“ Yea apparently she’s a year younger than us, she transferred from an elite ballet boarding school to focus more on her studies. I don’t know man I’d gladly be twirling in a fluffy twu-twu if it meant I’d be getting out of Macro. “

Hearing that made his heart flutter. Such a pretty sport for such a pretty girl, he was over the moon. Sure he’d seen plenty of pretty girls. But he was so drawn to you. From a distance you seemed quiet and reserved. So put together with the black ribbon tying two pieces of your hair back you’d wear sometimes, carrying a book in one hand and coffee in another. Apparently you were super smart too, sometimes when he would check out an art book for inspiration at the library not far from the school he’d see you. Hair up in a jaw clip with your glasses on, book’s laid out everywhere studying. Even then you look absolutely stunning in his eyes. He had to get to know more about you. No matter what.

That day he was about to leave the locker room when Eren ask him if he wanted to hang out with him and Mikasa. They bicker a lot but got along well when they first met their freshman year. He accepted the offer needing study buddies for an upcoming AP Lit test and Mikasa was good in English, he then followed Eren to his car. Jean had his own car yes but him and his mom were sharing it and today she had to use it to run some errands. Hopping in the front seat, Eren soon joining him starting the engine and taking off.

They update each other on what’s been going on in their lives because since they were graduating in May they have been busy with school and applying to colleges. “ So any girls have caught your eye Jean boy? “

“ Enough with that stupid nickname, and no asshole. No one has caught my eye. “ It was probably the biggest lie he has ever said to Eren, he couldn’t tell him that he’d been secretly pining over his little sister. Eren was a hothead and he didn’t have a doubt in his mind that he wouldn’t be overprotective of his little sister. So for now he just kept his mouth shut.

His eyes widened at the realization that they were going to Eren’s house. You would be there right? What if you talk to him? He’s a complete dork when it comes to his crushes, he just knows he’s going to make himself look like a complete fool.

Eren parked in front of Mikasa’s apartment complex where she lives with uncle who was a professor at a nearby university, short compared to his niece yes, but just as intimidating. Switching his car into park, Eren looks over at Jean with a hint of humor in his eyes. “ We’re at Mikasa’s, hop in the back horse face she’s sitting up here. “

Jean’s face scrunches up in annoyance. “ Are you fucking kidding me she can sit in the back, I got here first. “

“ You asshat get in the back I wanna sit next to the most beautiful girl in the fucking world. “

Jean rolls his eyes, hopping in the back. “ Confess to her first then I’ll take you seriously with your puppy love. “

Just as Jean finishes his sentence Mikasa is seen walking down the steps, staying home for that day for a doctors appointment and there was no point in going to school. Although she had an intimidating aura from her dark clothing choices to her height, she was a warm soul that Eren loved so much since he was nine.

Getting in the car Mikasa greets Jean and Eren, who wastes no time taking off to his place.

Or at least that’s what Jean thought at first.

“ Hey dude isn’t this like, the opposite direction from your house? “

“ I didn’t tell you? I have to pick up [Name] from her ballet practice, she still practices at her boarding school on weekdays. “

It’s almost as if Jean was about to short circuit. He has to sit next to you in the car too? He’s going to embarrass the shit out of himself. If he could be home he would. Because he didn’t want to mess up his first time talking to you. Mikasa looked over at Jean when he didn’t say anything back to Eren, noticing Jean silently panic, it didn’t take much for her to put two and two together about Jean’s little crush. She kept quiet though not wanting to start anything.

Leading up to the boarding school Eren and Mikasa talked while Jean had his earbuds in. Nothing was really helping though. He was too nervous and kept on switching songs. He decided to hit shuffle and just quit messing with his phone.

Something About You by Eyedress begins playing just as they pull up into the school parking lot. Eren wanted to get out and show Mikasa what the practice room looked like because he thought Mikasa would of liked that. Tagging along, Jean had his hands in his pockets taking in his surroundings. The hallways were grand and everything was white with hints of gold. It was extremely clean, Jean noticed that too, way more clean compared to his big public school.

Eren found the practice room and walked in with Mikasa and Jean not to far behind him. They leaned against the wall so they weren’t in the way as the class still had fifteen minutes till it was over. And there Jean saw her. His music still playing, and as of the universe was on his side, he really agreed with the lyrics.

She looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.

“ Pretty “ he muttered, knowing no one could hear him. [Name] along with the rest of her class was just finishing up a routine. [Name] gracefully danced, it was just like the first day of school, Jean was dazed. Studying her every body movements hoping he could capture it in his next art piece.

Class ended and [Name]’s classmates watched in awe as Eren went up to her and gave her a huge hug. Some giggling because of how handsome they found both Eren and Jean. “ How was your day buttercup “ [Name] scrunches up her nose at the nickname “ It was fine, Im just tired. “

“ Oh I haven’t even introduced you, this is my friends Mikasa and Jean. “ Eren took a step back and gesturing to the two, Mikasa was quick to wave. Jean however was abnormally quiet. You were a good amount of inches shorter than him, but everyone was short compared to his tall stature. You had your hair in a high ponytail with your bangs patted down the middle making them look like mini curtain bangs. You were wearing a black leotard with a white skirt with tool? Athletic? He wasn’t sure what fabric the skirt was, he’d have to do more research on that later for his drawing. You had a white cropped cardigan on with black tights that went along with your black ballet shoes. Dear god, was this love at first sight?

“ Dude, don’t be an ass say hi. “ Eren said snapping Jean out of his daze. The tips of his ears turning a bright red. “ Sorry man, “ - he turns over to you and swallows. - “ Hi, my names Jean, I’m Eren’s teammate. “ He was secretly celebrating about how he got through his first sentence without stuttering. “ Hi “ [Name] said quietly, looking up and smiled at him, it wasn’t a big grin, it was a small, warm smile. Either way, it made Jean’s heart beat fast as his face turned pink.

Eren squinted at Jean’s behavior, he’s usually loud and annoying. This isn’t the Jean he knows, he only gets like that when he-

Oh fuck no.

Eren was about to say something when Mikasa put her hand on his arm, signaling him to not do whatever he was about to do. He relaxed under her touch. But was going to make sure there wasn’t any funny business behind his back.

“ Alright kid lets get out of here, your friends are oogling at me and Jean and it’s making me uncomfortable. “ Mikasa snickers as Eren scrunches up his nose, the four walk out of the school and towards Eren’s car, all four hopping in, Eren turning on the car and peeling out of the parking lot.

Mikasa and Eren engaged in a one on one conversation, leaving Jean and [Name] sitting quietly in the back.

[Name] who is usually extremely timid around new people, turns to Jean, body positioning inwards with her knee brushing up against her duffel bag that sat between them. And strikes up a conversation.

“ So how long have you known Eren? “

Okay you fucking idiot, you absolutely cannot fuck this up for us. Jean turns to [Name] being able to get a better look at her features. And he was absolutely entranced. Her [eye colored] eyes held a soft look in them, almost innocent. Her naturally pouty lips shined from the tube of aquaphor he saw her apply on the way to Eren’s car, drawn in a neutral line. He could tell she took care of her skin, not that if she had acne he were to say she didn’t. Her skin just had a natural glow, possibly from her practicing, but he has had experience with the whole skincare thing because his mom was obsessed with it and would make him try out different things with her, and his mothers skin always glowed.

“ Uh, we met freshman year in our home room class, he would always visit my house though, so I guess that’s probably why I never met you before now. “ He was leaping for joy in his mind for not tripping over his words once again.

[Name] hums. “ Yea he’s mentioned you a couple of times but never showed me a picture. Honestly I assumed you were ugly because of how he described you. “ she giggles.

Jean froze. Is she calling me pretty? He clears his throat, pulling on his collar a bit as he felt the heat of his cheeks grow hotter. “ Are you saying- “

“ Hey horse face, we’re here, get out. “ Eren deadpans, glaring at him, Mikasa snorting telling him to tone down his attitude. Jean flips him off. Hopping out the car just as everyone else piled out.

Walking in the two story house, the four see piles of groceries with a sticky note from Eren and [Name]’s mother, Carla.

Sorry had to run to the bank and didn’t have enough time to put up groceries, I’ll be having dinner with your father at a restaurant nearby, there’s pasta in the fridge, love y’all :)

“ Mom should be attending to us what the hell. “ - Eren joked - “ Could you guys help put these up please? “ He asked. Jean and Mikasa obliged and started putting away groceries.

While putting things away, [Name] stumbles upon a bag of new toiletries. “ I’m going to put these away, could someone help me with my duffel bag? “ She asks, and almost an embarrassingly quick reply, Jean says yes.

With his eye twitching a bit, Eren looked like he was about to take the fruit in his hand and chuck it at him, but Mikasa gives him another warning glare. Eren relaxing, but not before muttering “ Imma kill that awkward fuck. “

[Name] not hearing Eren smiles at Jean and says to follow her upstairs. Jean inwardly gulping, follows [Name] upstairs.

He had never been in her room before as it was always closed when he was over. Walks in and sets down her bag, but not before taking a quick look around the room.

Her room was mostly white with wood furniture, her comforter a crisp white piled on with pillows and stuffed animals. She had fake and real plants scattered around the room and even some hanging. Her desk had her laptop propped up with a laptop stand and in front of it a green keyboard, pens and pencils in a little cup next to her keyboard set up with a T-I calculator on the edge of the desk. She had those aesthetically pleasing anime posters in frames around her room. What was most impressive was her wood bookshelf filled with manga. Topping it off was a large window that let the afternoon sun in and present the room in a warm hue of pink and oranges.

“ Your room is very pretty. “ Jean muttered as [Name] sheepishly smiles while opening the pack of toothbrushes to put in her other family members rooms. “ Thank you, I don’t really let anyone in here because a lot of my old classmates weren’t into anime and called me weird. “

“ Weird? I don’t think it’s weird, I think it’s cool that you’re into it. Could you give me some recommendations? “

[Name]’s eyes lit up. No one really took interest in her hobbies and more focused on her face and her talent in ballet. It’s what she was known for at her boarding school, but ever since she transferred to Eren’s school wanting to focus more on school, she was just now known as Eren’s pretty little sister. Not that she was completely affected by it, but she had a harder time making girl friends because all, except Sasha, Ymir & her girlfriend Historia, were more interested in finding ways to get close to her brother than getting to know her interests. Same thing with the guys that would hit on her, never asking about her and more so if she was willing to be their girlfriend so they could show her off to their friends like she was some trophy wife. So hearing Jean’s question was a breath of fresh air. “ Of course! “ Jean smiled at her excitement, she then went on a mini rant of what her favorites were and he hadn’t realized she was so talkative, but he assumed she gets like that when she’s comfortable with someone, the thought of her being comfortable enough to share her “ secret “ hobbies made his heart only beat faster.

Both were sitting cross cross on her carpet talking about everything and anything, enjoying each other’s company setting their task of putting the toiletries away aside. When [Name] began asking personal questions about him.

“ So what are your hobbies? “ [Name] asked curiously. Jean scratched the back of his neck. “ Uh, besides basketball I’m into drawing, it’s what I do on my free time if I’m not doing homework. “ [Name] perked up at the mention of his hobby. “ Really? Can I see some of your work? I never took you as the artsy type. “ Jean chuckled nervously, her eyes trained on him was making him feel awkward under her intense gaze, even if her eye color was different from her older brothers, the intensity was still the same.

They’re definitely related.

He pulled his journal from his backpack, being hyper aware of the drawings he has of her in there and tried his best to keep her from seeing them.

[Name] leans into him looking over the drawings in awe. Kissing distance practically, he couldn’t tell if it was on purpose or not and chose to focus on her perfume that smelled of a mix of floral and sandalwood, giving it a sophisticated smell from his perspective. He loved it.

When he wasn’t drawing her, he was drawing downtown such as the different coffee shops and the streets in black and white, all in incredible detail. She was amazed and unsubconsciously started flipping through the pages.

“ These are amazing- “

“ Wait- “

She ended up flipping to a page where he would sketch her, the one she landed upon was of her in the cafeteria staring out the big school windows with her tray in hand.

The two grew quiet. Jean in slight panic stared at her with wide eyes as [Name] had an unreadable expression. That’s it, she was going to kick me out of her room and snitch me out to Eren.

“ I swear it’s not- “

“ You’ve been drawing me? “

To Jean’s surprise, she had a warm smile on her face, eyes crinkling and cheeks dusted a light pink. He stares and nods his head slowly in silence.

She laughs, “ Don’t worry I don’t think it’s weird, it’s cute that I was at one point a project for you to work on. “

At one point? Please don’t flip the pages.

Acting confident, Jean swallowed, feeling more at ease knowing she’s not out off by it. “ You’re…really pretty. I couldn’t help it. You were my muse. “

[Name] blushed furiously, smiling more as she stared into his hazel eyes. “ Your muse? “

He nods gently. “ Yea…my muse. “

[Name] stays quiet, biting her lip to keep herself from smiling more, she definitely thought he was attractive, and he made her nervous, but didn’t really think he had more depth to him, but him admitting that he was secretly a lover boy only deepened her admiration for him more, hoping that whatever this was continued.

“ You think…you could draw me again? “

“ I thought you’d never ask. “

An hour or two passed by and Eren was growing worried as it suddenly got really quiet upstairs, he was sitting on the couch next to Mikasa working on homework when he noticed the silence upstairs.

“ Mikasa- “

“ They’re okay- “

“ It is silent upstairs- “

“ That doesn’t mean Jean would do anything under your supervision- “

“ Please shut up the thought of that makes me wanna projectile vomit. “

There was a pause, Mikasa rolling her eyes at her overdramatic best friend and gets back to working on AP Chemistry.

“ Fuck it, I’m going up there. “

Without giving Mikasa a moment to tell him otherwise, he walks upstairs in a fast quiet pace so that way if there anything going on they wouldn’t have time to make up an excuse.

The closer he got the more he heard quiet giggling. He knew from experience of being a playboy that was trying to get over his feelings for his best friend, that that was not a good sign.

Quietly peeking in, the scene in front of him was not what he expected.

[Name] was sitting on her bed facing the door but was too distracted giggling at Jean, who was sitting on the carpet criss cross with his journal and pencil in hand drawing [Name].

“ Would you hold still you changing facial expressions is messing me up. “

[Name] laughs. “ I’m trying! It’s just funny seeing your concentration face. “

Jean blushes, something Eren couldn’t see. Speaking of Eren. He was too close to gagging at the extremely lovey-dovey scene in front of him. He turns to walk away and sees Mikasa behind him with her arms crossed in front of her. “ What did I tell you? “

Eren scoffs quietly. “ Look for yourself. “ He whispers. Mikasa clicks her tongue and peeks inside. Her heart warms up at the two teenagers giggling. She turns and gently slaps Eren’s shoulder. “ Oh stop leave them alone, I think it’s cute. “

“ It’s weird, especially because it’s my sister. “

“ Come talk to me when you get all giggly for a girl like that then I’ll consider seeing your viewpoint. “ Mikasa says cocking her head to the side and walks away. Leaving Eren blushing, knowing that the only girl that gets his heart racing like that was right in front of him. She just didn’t know that.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with [Name] and Jean sheepishly flirting back and forth while Jean continued to make sketches of her. By the end of the night when it was time for Jean to leave, Eren being the one to have to drop him off as Mikasa’s uncle had already picked her up from “ The hotheaded boy who refuses to leave you alone “ house. Eren was waiting in the car as [Name] insisted on walking him out the door.

Both stood in front of each other staring, giggling from their previous conversation in her room. [Name] craning her neck up to look up at Jean, his skin looking smooth under the moonlight. She clears her throat a bit before speaking up. “ I had fun today. “

“ Yea…me too. “

“ Maybe next time we could show each other more of our hobbies? I’d love to be your muse again. “

“ Next time? “ Jean blushed, [Name] nodded. He swallows. “ Y-Yea. That sounds like a date. “ His eyes widened at his choice of words as [Name] giggles, looking down at her socks. “ Yea, a date. I like that. “

“ Really? “

“ Really. “

“ Oh well then…let me have your number and I can text you about the details later. “ [Name] smiles, gladly handing her phone to him, he typed in her phone his number, balancing the manga she let him borrow for him to read. Handing it back to her, she sent him a quick text to make sure he typed his number down right and his phone pinged.

He smiled at his phone, saving her contact as My Muse, and told her to smile. Confused at first he quickly snapped a picture of her awkward smile. Both of them laughing. Looking at her again, he couldn’t help admiring her features once again. “ So pretty. “ He admitted. [Name]’s cheeks turning crimson at the compliment. She was about to respond when Eren disrupted there little moment.

Honking loudly, Eren popped his head out the window. “ Come on slow ass let’s go. “

Jean rolls his eyes, silently cursing at his moment ruined. “ Well, I’ll see you later. “

“ Yea, see you later. “ [Name] quietly said smiling, closing the door.

Jean felt like he was on cloud nine walking to Eren’s car sitting in the front seat. Eren starting the engine and taking off towards Jean’s house.

Jean felt his phone ping and smiled when he saw [Name] automatically text him. Typing back, Eren looked over and saw why his best friend was super giddy with his hands glued to his phone, noticing the contact name and picture. Before noticing the stack of manga he knew was his little sisters because the block head had never willingly picked up a book. He gagged.

“ You guys are gross. “

“ Your sister is so beautiful. “

Eren rolled his eyes, his friend was absolutely whipped and he had just met her. “ I’m allowing whatever the fuck that “ - He gestured to Jean’s phone and the books - “ is slide but I swear to god if you fuck this up and she comes home crying- “

“ Eren. I am absolutely infatuated with your sister. I would never hurt her. You can count on that. “ Jean states firmly. Eren goes quiet. He’s never seen him so hard headed over a girl.

It puts him at ease though. He’s silently thankful that [Name]’s first ‘ relationship ‘ was with a guy who was head over heels for her. Knowing she’s in good hands makes him more lenient on her dating.

And Jean? Well, he was too busy thinking up of the perfect first date with you. And was determined that it wouldn’t be his last.

#aot #jean kirstein #fluff #modern au #attack on titan #high school #puppy love #jean kirsten x reader #aot x you

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Mie, I’m begging for some Jean college au bf hcs - im literally so down bad for this man and the way you write men is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Absolutely, not a problem 😌 I saved this ask as a draft a while ago when you sent it, sorry for just now getting to it. Anyway, I love Jean with my whole heart, best boy, best boyfriend <33

King of forehead kisses, and not even just because of his height in comparison to yours; he just likes it. He likes the feeling of pressing his lips against your skin, and making you feel safe.

Brings you tea or coffee however you like it every day without fail. If he can get it to you in the morning before work/school then he’ll do that, if not he’ll meet you some time in the middle of the day to drop it off. Your own personal courier just for drinks.

He… has a thing for long(er) nails. He loves the feeling of them against his skin, even if you’re not scratching to apply pressure—just you holding his hand them grazing his skin is enough for him.

That being said, he will pay for you to get your nails done. Actually, he’ll pay for… almost anything you want, but the nails benefit him as much as they do you so feel free to ball out.

He never blowdries his hair because he doesn’t... know how to do the back of it. You did it for him once and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since, but he’s also too embarrassed to ask you to do/style it again.

On the subject of hair, he does do his best to style it and take care of it, but he’s a sucker whenever you play with it. Sometimes he feigns like you’re messing up all his hard work, but he’ll literally crane his head into your touch. He loves it.

The first time he lays on top of you and you run your hands through his hair... top 10 most euphoric moments of his life. He tries to fight off the sleep threatening to take over him, but it’s futile. Give it 15 minutes at most before he’s knocked out like a baby.

Dogs love him. Anytime you’re in a park or just taking a walk and there’s a dog around, it’ll come up to him and he looks adorable leaning down to pet it. He loves dogs, too! So he’s always happy to stop and pet them. He’d be a 10/10 dog dad.

Has your name saved in his phone with two hearts at the end. Do not point it out.

Loves taking pictures together and if you guys are on a date, he’ll ask someone to get a picture for him. He just likes having them to look back on (and to send to his mom, later).

He doesn’t mind painting classes or videos or tutorials, but he hates paint by numbers kits. He claims that they have no sense of color theory and that it takes the originality and fun out of painting. Not to mention the quality of the paints isn’t great to begin with; all of which he takes very seriously.

It’s pretty cute actually, to see him get worked up over the paint kits. He claims that painting and drawing isn’t even something he takes “that seriously,” it’s just a hobby for him (one he’s insanely good at); but in moments like these, you can tell that he’s way more into art and art theory and history than he lets on.

Huge movie guy, from animated movies to martial arts movies, Jean is usually willingly to give anything a watch at least once. When he’s high, he can go on about his favorite directors and art styles and movie details for hours if you don’t stop him. It’s super cute. Just don’t bring up Moana, because he’ll start crying.

Arm around the shoulder kind of boyfriend for sure. It’s a casual way of keeping you near him and letting everyone know that you guys are together. Plus it allows for him to easily pull you into him for a quick forehead kiss when needed.

Listen. If you hug his arm, he’s on cloud nine. He tries to be nonchalant about it but he’s about three seconds away from his eyes rolling back in his head it feels that good to him. Bonus if you lean your head on his bicep a little—then he’s a goner.

He takes his bagels very seriously and believes that both you and him deserve nothing but the best quality bagels. He’ll grumble if a bakery gives you guys a less than favorable one and make a note that taking the long route to get to his favorite place is much more worth it.

Always makes you walk on the side furthest from the cars. If he notices you’re not, he’ll just shuffle behind you until he’s shouldering the street and you’re on the inside.

He grew up on a kind of modern ranch situation; not exactly all the way in the countryside, but not isolate from the city, either. Because of this, he knows how to ride horses, take care of smaller farm animals, tend to plants, and yes he knows how to use a lasso. You wouldn’t know any of that though, because he never ever talks about it. The only way you find out is when he takes you to visit his mom’s house for the first time, and she asks him for a hand around the place.

(He’s got a cowboy hat, too, but refuses to put it on. He got it when he was, like, nine, okay, leave him alone).

When he thinks you look tired, he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders to hug you. It’s usually followed up with a kiss to your head, and a promise that you guys will go home soon and get food on the way.

He’s a really good cook. He just understands and flavors and pairings really well, so he doesn’t need a recipe to make something that tastes good; he just kind of knows what to add to get the balance he’s looking for.

Naturally, he’ll cook for you. Especially if he finds out that you haven’t eaten all day/in a long time. He doesn’t care if it’s 11pm and it might seem excessive to make steak and potatoes with a side salad at this hour, he’s gonna do it to make sure you eat, and you are going to sit there and watch.

He also bakes pretty well, though he isn’t as experimental with his baking as he is with his cooking. He usually sticks to what he knows, and it’s not cupcakes and brownies and cakes; he’s better at croissants, and cheesecakes, and canelés.

Dating Jean means getting along with his friends. If you guys didn’t know each other before you started dating, be prepared to be ambushed by Connie and Sasha (after Jean stops hiding you away and gives them the green light lmfao). Neither of them waste time with the small talk and formalities; straight into mini golfing and beer pong. They make you feel welcome right away.

Sasha always teases that you’re too good for Jean, and that she might just steal you away for herself some day. Sasha is also Jean’s main confidant, so she really knows just how much he loves you, and yeah, she teases him for being lovesick, but really she’s happy for Jean. And proud of him for facing his feelings like this.

Connie adores you, and you know he trusts you when he starts going to you for advice/help. Could be anything from schoolwork, to what color he should get his new shoes in. He’s also the one who, surprisingly, you have the sentimental talks with about your relationship with Jean. It’s easy to overlook, but Connie loves Jean, and he’s come to love you too; he just wants you both to be happy, so he’s there to listen when you need it.

Jean waits outside of your classroom after you’ve had a test or presentation, usually with a drink or a snack, or the promise of taking you out as a treat. Always tells you he’s proud of you, and is there to comfort you if you think you didn’t do too well.

He does not shut up about whatever major you’re in. It could be the same as his; it could be the complete opposite as his. He thinks it’s so sick that you’re doing it, you make it look cooler, you make it look better, and he’s certain you’re the smartest person in your program.

He’s pretty serious about his studies, too, so he’s always down to study with you in the library whenever you’re both free. More often than not, he shows up after you, usually with food or extra chargers. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead, and asks you how you are while massaging your shoulders gently. If it’s been a while since you took a break, that’s the first item on the list, after that, he gets to work and stays with you until you’re ready to go, even if he doesn’t have as much work to do.

He always sits across from you. This goes for when you’re in the library, or out to eat at a restaurant; Jean loves sitting across from you. He gets to see your face the best that way, and he adores looking into your eyes when you talk.

He’s not... not a morning person. He’s not up at 6am ready to grind, but he wakes up before noon; let’s say 10am is his happy medium. That being said, if you wake up before him, regardless of the time, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll lay on your back and tell you to hush so you guys can sleep for 10 more minutes.

If you’re (close) friends with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, Jean is... happy you’ve got people to rely on, but, “Of all people on the planet, you put your trust in Jaeger?” He acts so bitter (because he is), but deep down inside, he’s glad you have Eren to rely on if you need to.

(Also, you have to humble him and remind him that he and Eren aren’t all that different. If you like him, why wouldn’t you get along with Eren, bye).

Turns out though, that it’s not Eren who threatens to beat him up if he breaks your heart. It’s not even Mikasa, although, her threat goes without saying; it’s Armin he’s terrified of.

The last time Armin hated someone, it was this guy in your program, who happened to share a few mutual classes with him, too. Jean never knew the full story, just that he’s pretty sure that kid dropped out the following semester.

If you have a job on campus, Jean usually doesn’t show up while you’re working (knowing how embarrassed he would be if you did that to him), unless you work the night shift and it’s dead. Connie, however, does show up; usually in some kind of crisis (“Please help me, I don’t know what the fuck APA formatting is and this is due tonight, please, please, please!!”). Your coworkers actually thought Connie was your boyfriend for a minute. That’s when Jean starts showing up more lmfao.

He makes it a point to go on a scheduled, night out, kind of date at least twice a month. He knows life gets busy with school and work and midterms, but he always makes sure you both set side a time to take a well-deserved break and be with each other.

He’s the romantic type, so these dates are pretty swoon worthy, too. Drive-in movies, nice dinners, classy art exhibits, Jean plans it all. On that note, he really likes planning dates; he just doesn’t like talking about them with his friends beforehand.

All in all, very romantic, very precious boyfriend. He’s always thinking about you, what you need, and how he can help you out. You’re one of his main priorities, and he just wants to treat you right.

#anonymous #when.... when.... WHEN IS IT MY TURN #aot x reader #jean x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein x reader #aot imagines #no because he's the love of my whole life #jean fluff #jean smut #eren x reader

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tobitofunction · 2 years

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The Witch and The Maniac Part 1

Eren Jaeger x Scarlet Witch!reader

Requested @oyasumimosura I simplified the plot of AOT a bit, turned out longer than expected, that’s why I turned into two parts. Which we be out soon maybe Sunday?

Part2

You looked through the window, sitting next to Peter on a trip somewhere. Your mind drifted back to Sokovia, to Pietro, your parents to your former home. It was probably the worst time of your life but you meet Nat and Steve and Tony the latter taking you in as a daughter. Nat and Steve trained you so unlike Wanda you don’t have to rely on your powers constantly. It was perfect while it lasted, now you don’t have contact with Wanda, Steve or Nat, all thanks to the Sokovia accords. You tried getting in contact with them but with no luck.” Hey, Y/N, you okay?” Peter whispered in your ear,” Yeah just got lost in thought” you said giving him a small smile.

Before you knew it, Peter and you were on some random planet with Tony fighting a human grape with some other alien beings and a wizard. “ Y/N, try to use your powers to get the glove” Tony yelled after the wizard handed over the time stone,” Don’t even try little witch,” the giant said before hitting you, knocking you out cold.

A warm breeze was caressing your face, making you open your eyes slowly. You slowly sat up and looked around, big fields covered with different flowers. In the far distance you saw giant walls,” Where the hell am I? Tony? Peter? Wizard? Hello?” you said getting up. You got up and dusted away the grass from your suit,” I guess I should change” you mumbled, using your power you lifted yourself off the ground, scouring the area you saw a batch of people who seemed to be training.” Well it’s the best I can do” you lowered yourself a safe distance away from them. “Shut up you suicidal maniac” a boy shouted,” I should shut up? Who started this horse face? Yeah you” a dark-haired boy shouted at a mousy haired boy who indeed has a horse face. You rolled your eyes at them and looked around for someone who you easily mind bend. “Hiya,” a voice said making you look in the direction it came from, a girl and a bald boy were messing around, the girl had a potato in her hand while the boy did some ‘martial arts,” Perfect” you mumbled. You concentrated and lifted your hand, a thin string of red energy made its way to the two goofballs, you kept looking to make sure that no one will notice their disappearance. The two teens' eyes glowed red and stopped what they are doing and made their way to you. “Tell me everything about this place and what’s going on here?”.

“A world with man-eating Titans? An these are you are her to train for either to be a scout who fights these things, military police and the garrison?” you said making Sasha and Connie as you learned nod,” Interesting, I guess I stay here until I can get back home, the scouts sound like fun and closest things to what I did back home. Thanks” you smiled and was about to lift the spell when you reminded yourself,” Bring me one of those uniforms or tell me where I can get one”,” Commander Shadis” Connie said his red glowing eyes looking towards a grumpy looking old guy,” Fun, well you served your purpose. Now forget that you ever saw me, wait for no yes actually forget about me, until you see me in the same uniform, treat we as old friend. Got it?” they nod, you waved your hands making the red glow disappear. You quickly hid in the shadows as Sasha and Connie got control over their own minds and bodies again,” What happened? I don’t remember, anything from the last 10 minutes or so” Connie said rubbing his head,” Wait did we miss dinner?” Sasha gasped, her hands snapping to her hair, eyes widening,” Emmm no, it’s still bright out. Let’s get back before Shadis nodded we are gone” Connie said grabbing Sasha’s arm and dragging her back to the rest.

“That’s it, Cadets now go to your rooms and shower, I can smell you from here,” he said scrunching his nose up as the group started to leave. You waited for a while until shadis was alone and then snuck up at him, he seemed to feel the presence of someone behind him and turned but before he could do it fully you hit him with your powers.” You will let me join without any question and bring me a uniform”.

The uniform was, alright, not overly comfortable, you preferred your suit but it will bring way too much attention and you need to fit in.” Thank you Shadis, now you can go but before you do where can I get some food? I’m starving” you said grabbing your belly.

You took a deep breath,” Why so nervous Y/N, you have experienced much worse, like being a human experiment or losing your parents and being near a bomb for two days, being scared that it will go off any second. So why are you so nervous entering a room full of idiots?”. You gave yourself a slap before entering the room, the chatting dulled down and eyes went on you.” Y/N” Sasha said walking over to you with Connie following,” Good to see you,” he said,” Come sit with us,” Sasha said tugging at your sleeve, “Thank goodness, that I spelt them to remember me once seeing me again” you though. They lead you two to a table with other people, some you recognised, the two guys who were at each other's throat earlier,” Who are you?” the one who was called suicidal manic said,” I’m Y/N, I’m new here?”,” Well, I can see that but why did join so late? And what rank do you think if joining” he asked,” The Scouts, I like keeping people safe as I couldn’t do it before” you said. The boy's green eyes widen,” Did you lose someone?”,” My parents and my older brother, properly my sister, I didn’t see her in a long time” you said playing with your fingers,” Same here, my mom was killed in the attack and my properly too” he said, his voice getting tougher with anger,” That’s why I want to join the scouts as well, to kill these bastards, no matter the cause”,” And that’s we call him suicidal maniac” the so-called horse face said,” I’m Jean by the way”,” You are the only one calling me that and I’m Eren” he said,” But we are thinking it, you idiot” Jean said snipping Eren’s forehead making Eren jump up and grab his collar,” Don’t do that-”,” Or what?” Eren was about to throw a punch when you grabbed his wrist,” Take it on the Titans you maniac” you said, making Eren huff and try to get out of your grip but to no avail,” Why are you so strong?” he asked letting go of Jean and trying to peel your hand off his wrist,” Why are you so weak?” you smirked letting go of his wrist, leading to Eren tumbling backwards,” Eren you okay?” a dark haired girl said,” Yeah I’m fine Mikasa, no need to babysit me” he said slapping her hand away,” She was worried about, no need to be a dick about” you said making Eren’s cheek redden,” Whatever” he said before storming followed by the girl Mikasa and a blond,” Armin is the blond, by the way, the 3 are always together and Mikasa only has eyes for the stupid maniac” Jean said bitting into a potato,” You got a crush on her huh?”, he blushed that’s all the answer you need,” Where are you from anyway?”,” it’s quite far from here but it’s completely destroyed, unliveable”.

The training was easy, nothing compared to what Natasha would put you through, you became close to Sasha, Connie and Jean, her reddish hair reminding you of the red room assassin, meanwhile, Connie remind you of Tony probably due to slight childishness. Jean meanwhile reminded you of Steve, having them around easies your homesickness slightly but they can never replace your real family back on in your world. At the moment you were sitting outside, everyone was asleep after a harsh training session from Shadis, well hard for the others.” Why are you still awake?” Eren's voice said making you turn slightly,” Not tired and I can ask the same thing to you Jaeger” he rolled his eyes and sat down next to you,” Do you still miss your Mom?” he asked out of the blue, you stayed quiet for a while,” Yeah, every day the same with my dad and brother”,” What about your sister?”,” It’s different, she isn’t dead but...*sigh* it’s complicated”. Eren didn’t say anything for a while,” I blame myself for it, if I would have been stronger I could have lifted the piece of wood which was on top of her and carried her to safety but I wasn’t, I also wished we didn’t fight, she disapproved of the idea of becoming a scout”, you chuckled,” She would love seeing you know” Eren smiled,” She would have pulled me out by ear”. It was silent for a while until you got up,” It was nice talking to you Jaeger, your way more likeable when you don’t talk shit all day long”, Eren jumped up and scoffed,” Talking shit? I could say the same thing about you... you think you are the coolest just cause you are Shadis favourite? All you are is a teacher’s pet” he huffed,” Wow, see you Jaeger if I was you I go to bed as well as we are graduating soon and you don’t want to come in last. Just for the info, I’m planning to come first” you said giving him a wink.

Like you promised you came first followed by Mikasa but to your surprise, Eren came 5th.” How I promised, I came first” you smirked at Eren,” but congrats on coming fifth, you worked hard” you patted his arm,” Thanks Y/N, congrats as well” Eren smiled turning his head away hoping that you don’t notice the blush on his face.

You didn’t expect your first experience as out of the training grounds would be faced with Titans breaking through the walls. You thought you could do it, you thought you experienced enough not to be too scared but here you are frozen with those big creepy eyes staring at you. It had a long grey and a beard with a creepy smile etched on its face,” Y/N, get away from it” you heard Armin yell, he pulled at your arm but you were stronger than him,” You will get killed, please move” he begged,” Those are the things you so scared off? I never thought that they are this scary” you said,” What are you saying” Armin said. “Y/N, watch out” Armin yelled as the Titan's hand moved towards you, before you could do anything you felt a sharp pain on your side, Eren came flying in kicking you away consequently getting caught by the Titan.” EREN NO” you and Armin yelled as it threw Eren in its mouth. “Y/N, we need to go,” Armin said using his ODM gear to fly away, you stayed behind considering using your power to kill it but then went against it. You don’t want to seem using your powers, you don’t want to know what they do with you once they find out. “I’m sorry Eren,” you said before flying away.

You landed on the rooftop with the other scouts when an angry Mikasa came stomping towards you, she swung at you but you dodged grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her back and kicking the back of her knee making her fall onto the floor.” You killed him, you are the reason he is dead. You ranked first and you froze? You are disgrace” she spat,” I’m sorry, but a way to keep Eren alive is to keep fighting and live” Mikasa's eyes widen at your words, you felt her relax making you let go of her.” I lost my family again” she said a tear escaping her eye, before she collapsed into your chest, shocking everyone.

Before you knew it you were trapped in the tower with Titan swarming every side of the tower. You were ready to use your power, eyes already glowing red when one of the Titans, who was standing right in front of you and the rest, suddenly it was knocked down by another titan. You gasped, and ran forward to the opening in the wall and watched closely as the titans suddenly lost interest in you guys and began attacking the titan which punched one of its own. You looked behind you and saw Reiner, Annie and Berthold looking with wide eyes, they seem more shocked than the rest but seeing Titans attack each other is weird enough so you don't question them. “We need to get the titans off the darker hair one,” you said,” He seems to only hate his own, we can use that as our advantage,” you said before zipping onto the roof right above them. The others haven't followed yet and the roof was out of eyeshot from the others so you used your powers to start throwing away the titans of the darker haired titan quickly,” Did you see that? Red energy engulfed the titans and threw them off abnormal titan” Jean said making you stop quickly,” No, I didn’t but it’s good, he seems to recover from the attack” you said as the darker hair titan stood back up, his eyes snapped towards your direction and you gasped,” Eren?” you whispered, his eyes were the same shade of green and now that you noticed that his hair as well but how?.

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