#jean fanfic

[daydreamvalley]

Reimagine of Modern/Medieval Jean Kirstein from Eldia by @yagamisdiary

Go read it right now!! It recently completed so you’ll have so much drama to catch up on.

[blond3ang3l]

Jean like crazy bitches. I feel that in my chest. You want his location? Sent before you can even ask. A picture of where he at? He sends a video and FaceTimes you to reassure you. Some bitch tried it and now you want to fight her? He’s recording and cheering you on. He’s your number 1 supporter. You two are the definition of “they just don’t like us cause they’re jealous”. You and mikasa are like this 🤞🏽cause one thing for sure, y’all don’t play about y’all niggas.

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

Hey this one is a bit oc ish do I hope you don't mind but can you write some headcanons for Jean falling in love and secretly dating Levi's adopted daughter? (Bonus fact is that she's basically adopted by the entirety of the scout regiment)

jean kirstein falling for you, levi’s adopted daughter

the day jean kirstein realized you were levi’s daughter was the day his world came crashing down. unusually deterred by a parents opinion, he knew this was different. levi put the fear of god into his heart as a young cadet.

it didn’t completely stop him though. jean just realized he had to watch the way he looked at you when he was around.

it wasn’t helping that you were adored by the rest of the scout regiment. everybody bent over backwards for you. you were the princess of the squad and it made jean want you terribly bad. he wanted to treat you better than the rest.

you were easily impressed by his boldness. no other cadet bothered to make a move, no matter how much they’d wanted to, knowing levi was always around lurking when you were present.

jean decided to ask you out when the scouts were helping the garrison regiment test the cannons. he knew your father wouldn’t be able to hear over the booms. you said yes.

he’d often met you in the middle of the night outside your room. the hallways were always filled with your whispers when the moon was at its highest.

the longing looks at meal times were treacherous, looking too long would raise suspicion.

he’d sneak you an extra piece of bread during dinner, dropping it on your plate as he walked by.

on days with nothing to do, jean would sit and mend up your odm gear, polishing any scratches and checking for any possible malfunctions.

that’s when levi knew there was something going on, when he found jean meticulously going over your belt. he didn’t say anything and let him do what he was doing in peace.

levi pretended to be in the dark about it for most of the time. truth was, jean wasn’t very subtly and you weren’t good at hiding that lovey-dovey look in your eyes.

levi found amusement in watching jean watch you. he liked the way jean’s eyes would flicker from you back to him, to see if he was watching.

levi made it his personal mission to bother jean about it, acting like he was suspicious of you two.

jean would get all flustered when levi would confront him. he’d play incredibly stupid.

in reality, levi accepted that you were old enough to make your own decisions about who to date and he could see that jean clearly cared deeply for you. he just liked seeing jean buckle under the stress.

click here for my jean x reader slow burn fic

[theleeryder]

What's this? A teaser from my fic featured in the @mondtriozine starring our favorite ragbros and their bestie Jean as teenagers? Preorders are open now!

Profits are going to Care for Gaza as our selected Charity <3

[kodi-time]

HOLLYWOOD'S DEAD ; JEAN KIRSTEIN

Y/n and Jean seemed like the average Hollywood couple. They showed up to every event together, flaunted each other on social media, and had a group of people who were always wondering what would happen with them. They left average couples frowning jealously at their phone screens, and kept fans constantly reading articles on their current relationship status. They were what every couple wanted to be.

But they were never quite what they seemed.

Their entire relationship was built off a lie. The promise of a boost in their careers was what had brought them together. There was no love between the two of them. At least, not at first. Jean Kirstein was a prick; a known womanizer with an ego taller than himself. Y/n hated it. Hated him. It was only temporary, she would remind herself. There were no real feelings involved. No reason to be intimate or grow too close.

Yet she still found herself doing it, no matter how hard she tried to fight it off.

Pairing: jean kirstein x reader Word Count: currently n/a BEWARE This book contains foul language, trauma, dark humor, mentions of sexualization (NO SMUT), eating disorders && familial issues.

I can also be found on wattpad && ao3, where chapters for this will be released first, and where you can find updates! <3

TABLE OF CONTENTS Chapter One: first draft ; actual chapter will be out within 2 weeks!

[moo-blogging]

Hey can you do like a fluff oneshot for Jean where like reader and Jean were childhood best friends and then Jean went to the military promising her that he'd come back for her after he had became a military police but now it's been 6 years and they're both 19 and Jean comes back from the war between Hell and Heaven (the rumbling war) and then it's like fluff between them.

Hey anony, sorry it took me forever. I hope you didn't feel like you did something wrong. I just had nothing in my head when it comes to your request until now. I hope you enjoy it :)

Many days (weeks, sorry) thoughts #118:

This was the reason you liked Jean. When he decided to do something, he would do it with all his heart, and nothing and no one could stop him. Jean's mother was sobbing, wiping her tears on a pink handkerchief as Jean was waiting for the roll call to board the boat to the training camp. After the titan attack, Jean wanted to join the military police for a better life inside Wall Sheena. Watching the gleam in his eyes when he told you he had signed up for the army, you knew he had set his heart on it. You could only give him your blessings.

You pulled the hem of his shirt. Jean turned his body half way and grinned at you. "I'm going to be a hero, Y/N," Jean saluted with his fist on his chest, "just wait and see. I will be a military police and we will live inside Wall Sheena."

You bit the inside of your lower lip even though you had so many things to say, but in the end you whispered, "I would rather you stay." You swallowed. "We can get a job in the next district, work our way into that wall."

Jean turned around fully and looked at you face to face. "I want to make it for us. My mom and you. I promised your mother to take care of you, and I will do that."

"Jean Kirstein!"

"Here!" Jean raised his hand to the commander in front. "Got to go now, Y/N. Take care of my mom." He waved to you and his mom and boarded the ship. You held onto his crying mother until the ship sailed away.

.

Two years later, when Jean was to graduate from the Training Corps and go into Military Police, you received a letter from Jean that he had chosen the Survey Corps instead. His mother broke down into loud sobs because she feared for his safety. You felt your heart broken as it meant he wouldn't come back to you. And he might never. In his letter, he did not mention about the promise he made to you. You knew he had forgotten about moving into Wall Sheena.

So you took up his promise and worked two jobs, working in the post office in the morning and printing newspaper at the press at night. You worked so hard your fingers were permanently black. You wanted to save up enough to afford a room in Wall Sheena, at least for Jean's mom and you, and maybe Jean too.

.

Then the Battle of Heaven and Earth started without warnings and ended messily. The Founding Titan's power was awakened and all the titans in the wall awoke and turned everything in their path into dirt. You volunteered as a medic, going through hundred and thousands of survivors and victims just to ensure Jean wasn't one of them who did not make it. Blood only looked like ink on your blackened fingers and you worked through the days.

It was hard to look up and not see the walls. You felt exposed to the outside world, extra helpless knowing Jean wasn't by your side.

.

One hot afternoon, you were worn out pulling broken limbs from piles of rubble, your eyes blurry and head heavy. You dragged your tired body under an umbrella set out nearby as a rest stop and dropped onto the ground. You were breathing through your mouth and you felt light headed.

"Drink up," someone passed you a bottle.

Without looking, you took the bottle and swallowed the water. "Thank you."

"No, thank you," the voice said. You found the voice familiar and you turned around. What you saw made you froze.

The man in front of you had long hair, scars around his face but eyes still gleamed like the day he left. His face had gotten longer and he had short beard on his chin, but it was him.

You blinked a few times. Jean gave you a small smile. "Hi, Y/N."

"Je-Jean?" You sat up straight, hands trembling as you reached out to his face. "Is that you?"

Jean let out a short laugh and grabbed your hands in his, "yes, Y/N. I'm home now."

Tears streamed down your face as you felt his touch. He was real and he came back. You pulled him into a hug, grabbing his shirt in your fist fearing that something might take him away again if you didn't. Jean held you back tight. You felt his arm snaked around your back and his large palms were holding you tight on your shoulder and waist.

"Sorry it took me so long," Jean rubbed your back, "thanks for waiting."

You pulled away and stared at him, "yea, smart-ass. There's no more Wall Sheena to move into now." You both laughed.

.

6 months later, the island was rebuilding fast with new technologies. Jean, now a captain of the Survey Corps, bought a house in the middle of the city. He visited every other week during the weekends. He had been busy but he always made time for you and his mother. Sometimes you would pick him up from the military camp. You loved seeing him jogging toward you, his face lit up with a smile as he approached.

If he were to travel, he would bring souvenirs for you. Hats from other cities, cakes and biscuits or postcards. And one day, Jean got you a necklace.

He cleared his throat, "Y/N, wo-would you be my lover?"

You said yes and he kissed you on your lips, slow and deep.

When you broke the kiss, arms still around each other, Jean whispered, "I should have done this earlier."

[crisalidaseason]

AOT - Jean's masterlist

{ Headcanons }

Hovering (x sensitive, fem! reader)

{Short Stories}

You're haunting me (a tragic romance)

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

Too Many Beds

main masterlist | supernatural masterlist 

summary: you want nothing more than an excuse to sleep next to dean again

pairing: (pre-s1/s1) dean winchester x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 2.1k 

warnings: none really, language, bed sharing, kissing, mutual pining, idiots in love, brief mention of the death of reader’s dad

timeline: starts slightly before season one, ends near the beginning of season one

author’s note: a spin on the classic 'just one bed, what ever shall we do?' trope lol

You’d known Dean all your life, practically. You met him when you were six and he was eight; two lonely little kids stuck with absent (job-driven) fathers and baby brothers you felt responsible for. Over the course of the last eighteen-or-so years you ran into the Winchesters during hunts enough that you considered them family. 

When Sam left for college you were there for Dean and when you lost your dad in a hunting accident Dean was there for you. He actually stayed with you, not wanting you to hunt alone since your brother was off at college too.

So, for the last six months you’d been hunting with Dean (who hadn’t spoken to Sam for over a year).

“One room, two queens,” Dean said to the woman behind the counter, placing “his” credit card on the space between them before sliding it toward her.

“We’re all booked up I’m afraid,” she said.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, I was actually about to turn on the no vacancy sign.”

“This is the third motel we’ve been to,” you said, “every one of them has been full—you’ve gotta have something!”

“I mean, there’s technically one room left but the heater’s out and my boss said not to let anyone sleep there because of that.”

There was a silent pause; you and Dean shared a knowing look.

“We’ll pay in cash, your boss ‘ll never know,” you told the woman. She smiled and nodded as you paid her with cash. 

“Room 209, my boss gets here at ten tomorrow morning so please leave before then.” She handed you the key and you nodded in thanks.

You had underestimated just how cold the room could be, but when you unlocked and opened the door you understood why the owner didn’t want anyone staying here.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean mumbled, following you into the room and feeling the cold air. “We’re gonna freeze our asses off in here!” he quickly closed the door behind him, hoping the icy air hadn’t swept any snow into the room.

“It’s either this or we sleep in the Impala,” you shrugged, “and, no offense to your car, but it’s fuckin’ uncomfortable to sleep in.”

“And there’s only one bed,” Dean sighed.

“I’m gonna take a quick shower,” you told him, ignoring his complaints. 

**

“Are you shivering or crying?” Dean asked.

You rolled over so you could meet his stare; “Shivering! It’s fuckin’ cold in here!”

“You wanna…cuddle up, maybe?” he asked hesitantly.

“Excuse me?” you laughed a little.

“Look, I’m not thrilled about it either, but it’s cold in here and unless we both wanna catch fucking pneumonia we better be smart and share body heat.”

You sighed, weighing your options; “Fine. But we never, and I mean never speak of this again, you hear me?”

“Understood.” He nodded.

You rolled back over as he scooted closer to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you into his chest.

“This okay?” he asked quietly, his lips ghosting the back of your head.

“Yeah,” you mumbled back. “Thank you, Dean.”

**

You woke up to the sound of Dean snoring loudly. You were used to his snores, sure, but he’d never been this close. He was laying on his stomach and resting on your chest; his mouth open and his hair tickling your neck. Your first reaction was annoyance but then it quickly washed away as you realized you didn’t want to move a muscle, so Dean could continue sleeping. 

And the more you laid there, listening to his snores, the more you realized how comfortable you were…even in such a physically uncomfortable situation. 

As the time passed and the sun began to rise, you cursed the light that was slowly but surely peeking through the curtain and onto Dean’s face. 

“Morning,” he mumbled to you as he lifted his head up. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his right hand before wiping his mouth. “Sorry,” he chuckled, noticing the small spot on your gray sweater dampened with his drool.

“It’s okay,” you mumbled back. “I think it’s your sweater anyway.”

“I thought it looked familiar.”

He rolled off of you and out of bed. 

You watched as he padded across the dirty carpet and over to the small kitchen. He turned on the coffee maker and the loud, off putting grinding noise made his face scrunch before he quickly shut off the (definitely broken) machine.

“So much for coffee,” he grumbled. “You gonna sit there all morning or you wanna get outta here? We’ve got a long drive ahead of us.”

“I’m getting up,” you replied. You would usually be annoyed at him for rushing you to wake up, but this time the annoyance was…different. Something about his bedhead, the way his lips were pouting over the lack of caffeine, and how he looked in his brown Henley and baggy sweats just made you wanna hold him again. All you wanted was to pull him back into bed with you and hold him in your arms forever.

**

You were beyond frustrated at this point. How many stupid fucking hotels had to have vacant rooms with two beds and a functional heating system!? 

It had been nearly six months since you and Dean shared a bed and you had been looking for an excuse to sleep next to him ever since. 

But the last couple weeks had been different—Sammy was back. Yes, you loved Sam like a brother, but you missed getting to be alone with Dean. You missed sitting shotgun in the Impala and watching him drive.

Sam definitely noticed the way you looked at Dean, but the younger Winchester didn’t say a word. Without being too obvious about it, he tried to do little things that would let you be close to his brother. He’d sit in a certain chair or part of the couch so that you and Dean had no choice but to sit together. Or he’d make some lame excuse so that he got his own room while you and Dean had to share. “I need to do some more research and I need the light, why don’t you two just sleep in the other room?” for example. 

**

“Two rooms, please,” Dean said, reaching into his coat pocket for his wallet.

“Unfortunately we’ve only got one room left,” the cashier replied. 

You almost couldn’t believe your ears, fucking finally!

“Oh, that’s too bad,” you faked your best frustrated look, of course Sam saw right through that.

“Well, I am not sharing with either or you,” he said with a teasing smile. 

“There’s actually a pullout couch in that room, as luck would have it,” the cashier informed the three of you. 

God fucking damn it, you thought to yourself.

**

It was barely after two when you felt the bed behind you dip, and you shook yourself awake. 

“The hell?” you asked, still half asleep.

“The pullout couch isn’t working,” Dean mumbled quietly. “You mind sharing with me?”

You smiled a little and scooted closer into his arms, indicating you were okay with him sleeping next to you.

“Of course I don’t mind sharing with you,” you whispered and his grip tightened.

**

“I’m gonna go get breakfast,” Sam announced. “I’m assuming you want your usual?”

Dean put his right pointer finger to his lips and furrowed his brows angrily. He gestured to you as you slept and Sam got the message. 

“Usual is good,” Dean whispered before Sam left.

Dean stayed laying perfectly still as you slept on his chest, soft snores escaping your lips and to Dean they were the sweetest sound. 

As you stirred awake slowly, he rubbed your back a little.

“Morning,” you mumbled, a small smile on your lips. “Where’s Sam?”

“He went to grab breakfast,” Dean told you. 

You furrowed your brows as you sat up, looked across the room, and realized something; “The pullout bed looks fine? I thought you said it wasn’t working?” You turned back to Dean, who had a sheepish grin growing on his lips.

“So…maybe I’ve just been looking for an excuse to sleep next to you again. Like we did back in that motel when the heat was out.”

“Really?” You attempted to hide the smile trying to find its way onto your face. 

“When we were checking in last night I noticed how your face lit up when they said there was only one room left,” Dean admitted. “And I saw that disappointed look you made when they said there was a pullout couch. So, am I wrong, or have you been wanting an excuse too?”

“I really liked sleeping next to you that night,” you said, avoiding eye contact. “And you’re right, I have been hoping for another ‘oh no just one bed, guess we’ll have to share’ situation but…”

“But what?” Dean asked when you trailed off. You looked down at him. 

“Dean, you and Sam have been like my brothers for as long as I can remember. I mean, Bobby practically raised all three of us and my actual brother as siblings! Your dad and my dad knew each other basically forever and I guess…I guess I figured our lives are too entangled for anything to ever actually happen between us. We’re family.”

“Chosen family, Y/n.” Dean smiled softly. “Doesn’t mean you have to be my chosen sister, you could be my chosen…you know…” 

You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his full lips. 

“That,” Dean finished his previous statement. 

“Let’s just keep this between us for now, okay?” you suggested. “If Sam finds out, then your dad will find out, and he’ll immediately tell my brother, then before we know it Bobby—”

“I get the picture, sweetheart,” Dean chuckled before kissing you again. He put his hands on your cheeks as he sat up. He pulled you onto his lap, your legs now straddling his hips. His hands moved to your shoulders then trailed down to your lower back as yours went into his hair. You pulled away from him after a moment, huge smiles on both your faces.

You looked into his eyes, his truly beautiful eyes, and you bit your bottom lip ever so slightly. Your right hand rested on his left cheek, your thumb stroking his skin lovingly. 

“You’re awesome, Dean Winchester,” you whispered. 

“You’re fuckin’ incredible,” he replied before he kissed you again. “And gorgeous, too,” he added. “You know how fuckin’ annoying it’s been, sleeping without you every night since that one time?”

“I do know, Dean, I’ve been just as annoyed about it.”

Dean kissed you one more time before he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, tucking his head into your neck. You wrapped your arms around him too, pressing your lips to his temple.

You pulled out of the hug so you could once again look at his face. Resting your forehead on his, you smiled before you kissed him again. 

“Breakfast,” Sam called out as he opened the door, “is served!”

You and Dean froze for a split second before you hurried off of him.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Sam said, “did I interrupt you two?”

“What?” you scoffed. “Of course not!”

“Interrupt? There’s nothing to interrupt?” Dean added.

“Oh…wow you two are fast,” Sam mumbled, shaking his head as he made his way to the kitchen before putting the food down. “Well, pancakes, eggs, and bacon from the continental breakfast.” He gestured to the food now on the table. “Hope you’re hungry.”

As Sam sat down to eat, you looked at Dean anxiously. Say something you begged him with your eyes.

“Sammy,” Dean started as he got out of bed, “would you mind uh…not telling dad? About me and Y/n…kissing just now? When we find him, I mean.”

“Dad’s never really been invested in your love life, but he’s not an idiot,” Sam laughed. 

“So…you are gonna tell him?” Dean furrowed his brows in frustration.

“Dean, he knows you two are together, it’s not some big secret?” Sam replied, shoveling more food into his mouth. “Damn that’s good.”

“Okay, just hold on—what?” Dean asked. “What do you mean dad knows? There’s been nothing to know since like four minutes ago?”

“Wait,” Sam stopped eating and fully turned to face you and his brother, “are you trying to tell me this is the first time you two have kissed?” Sam furrowed his brows deeply as you and Dean both nodded. “So…never in high school?” You shook your heads again. “That prom we crashed?”

“Sam you were there the whole time? When would we have kissed?” you asked.

“Huh,” Sam let out a laugh. “I genuinely thought you two had been a thing since like… ‘98.”

“What!?” you and Dean exclaimed in unison.

[triptuckers]

feels like home - tyler owens x reader

Request: nope Pairing: tyler owens x reader Summary: after years, tyler is back in his home town. so much has changed, yet everything is the same Warnings: some swearing, mentions of a slight panic attack, there's a tornado (surprise!), some angst, thats it I think?? Word count: 2.5K A/N: I know nothing about tornadoes. I do know if glen powell asked me to go storm chasing with him I wouldn't hesitate. also running on literally 7% left of my battery but fuck it we roll!! enjoy!

It’s spring. Tyler’s favorite season. During this time of year, it’s peak tornado season. It’s when he’s in his element, doing what he loves.

He’s driving across the U.S. with his loyal crew, chasing the tornadoes wherever they go. And always, inevitably, he ends up in his hometown. It’s a small town, right in the middle of tornado alley. 

Over the years, the people had started building their homes with stronger foundations that could withstand tornadoes better. Every year, there was still a lot of damage, but less than before. Most families had lived there for generations, and didn’t have any plans to move. 

When Tyler pulls up to the local bar, his crew is energized and happy. They’d just finished chasing a rather intense tornado, and everyone is still high on adrenaline. They’re going out for drinks before going to bed, as tomorrow’s weather forecast showed good chances of another tornado.

Little did Tyler know, someone he knows very well has also picked tonight to go out for drinks.

You’re sitting at your usual table with a friend, blowing off some steam after a long day. You like the bar. Everyone knows each other, the bartenders know your drink order and always have it ready for you before you can even order it.

It’s one of the things you missed the most while you were away; the kindness of the small town. You know everyone here, and you always help each other out. Especially during tornado season.

When Tyler steps in the crowded bar, he instantly spots a few familiar faces. Old neighbors, childhood friends, friends of his parents. Then his eyes land on you. His breath hitches in his throat as he watches you laugh at something your friend says. He had no idea you were back.

You look up when you see a group of people approaching you from afar. That’s when you see him. Exactly how you remember him, only a little older and with a belt buckle that says “tornado wrangler”. But you’d known him long before he called himself that.

You and Tyler had dated all throughout college, when you were both studying meteorology. Everyone knew you and while most couples broke up during college, you and Tyler stayed together.

But then Tyler started chasing tornadoes and you moved to a bigger city to enroll in an advanced PhD program. You agreed to part ways. It just felt too difficult to still be in a relationship when the two of you were always away.

But you never stopped loving him. You still watch all of his videos. And you don’t know it, but he reads all of your research articles.

He’s walking up to you now, and you forget you’re in a crowded bar with a friend. You don’t pay attention to the people he brought with him.

You smile warmly at him. ‘Hey, Ty.’

‘Oh, I wouldn’t do that, lady.’ says one of Tyler’s friends. ‘He hates when people call him Ty.’ 

He looks at Tyler, expecting him to say something snarky or mean to you, but he’s got a soft smile on his face.

‘Hey y/n.’ he says. ‘Still around, huh?’

‘Still around. I moved back after graduation. Even though people in a small town can be a handful sometimes, with everyone knowing everything about everyone, it’s still home.’

‘Yeah, it is.’ says Tyler.

Suddenly a few women approach Tyler, stealing him away from your conversation. Apparently, word got out the tornado wrangler is in town, and everyone wants to talk to him.

Tyler waves at you before taking off.

You’re looking at him as he walks away, and your friend nudges you.

‘I thought you guys broke up?’

‘We did. He went to go storm chasing, and I wanted to study more. It just wasn’t practical to stay together.’

‘But you still love him.’

You turn to look at your friend. ‘I never said I stopped loving him.’

‘So… kind of like right person, wrong time?’

‘Yeah, I guess.’

‘What are you waiting for then? He’s here now, go talk to him!’

‘Nah, he’s too busy with his crew. It was nice to see him though.’

You spend the rest of your evening chatting with your friend. You try to focus on the conversation and to not let your mind wander off to Tyler. He really looked good. And his crew looked like they are fun to hang out with. 

When it’s getting late, you walk over to the bar to pay for your drinks. You say goodbye to your friend and head out to the parking lot. 

You see Tyler and his crew standing around his red pick-up truck. They’re laughing and sharing a drink. Tyler spots you and waves at you from where he’s sitting on the hood of his car. You wave back as you get in your own truck. 

‘Tell me, who is she?’ says Boone, pulling Tyler from his throughs as he watches you drive off.

Before Tyler can answer, Lilly starts listing off possible answers. ‘Secret fiancée? High school sweetheart? Admirer? Girl you went on three dates with and then left?’ she counts on her fingers.

‘No, none of that.’ says Tyler.

‘Definitely looks like a high school sweetheart. She’s your age, from around here. I bet you two grew up together.’

Tyler sighs. They’re not gonna let this go. And since they’re all going storm chasing tomorrow, they’re probably going to annoy him about it until he answers them.

‘We did grow up together. She was not my high school sweetheart, more like my college sweetheart. We broke up when I became a chaser.’

‘Let me guess, she always called you Ty?’ says Boone.

Tyler smiles at the memory. ‘She did.’

‘Ohhh my boy is whipped!’ says Boone, giving Tyler a playful shove. 

‘Oh, fuck off, Boone. That’s all in the past. She probably has someone waiting for her at home.’

But you didn’t.

You hadn’t really dated anyone after your breakup with Tyler.

Sure, you’d been on a few dates people had set you up with. But somehow, it never felt right. It never felt like it did while you were with Tyler. Loving Tyler was just so easy. Like you were always meant to find each other.

When he walked in that bar earlier tonight, he looked different. Older, sure. But also very handsome. You could tell he loved being a chaser. You wish you could’ve talked more with him, just the two of you.

The next morning when you wake up, it’s much earlier than you would have liked. You didn’t have any plans today and wanted to sleep in. As you lay in bed, you hear the rain slam against the window. You’re used to it, and it usually doesn’t wake you up. 

But as the rain starts to get heavier, you hear the wind is picking up as well. You knew there was a tornado warning for this morning, but it wasn’t for your town. The tornado was supposed to move away from you. 

That’s when you hear the siren. It’s almost part of your routine, it’s so familiar. You’re quick to get out bed, grabbing your phone. As you race downstairs to get to your shelter, you pull up the weather map. Which shows the tornado going straight for the main street of town. Fuck.

You hastily pull on your boots and open the backdoor to your garden, which is where your shelter is. You run toward it, the wind whipping in your face and the rain soaking your clothes in seconds. 

It takes a lot of strength to open the shelter doors with the wind threatening to slam them closed again. Finally, you make it inside after nearly falling down the stairs. You close the doors and bolt them. 

Now all that’s left for you to do is wait until the tornado is gone. You switch on the tiny light and pull out a blanket. There’s not much here except for some canned food. If Tyler saw this, you just know he’d immediately go to the store to get more supplies “just in case”. 

Thinking of him, you pull out your phone. You’re thinking about calling him, when you notice you have no service. The tornado must have already done a lot of damage. 

Meanwhile, Tyler is in the of the storm, near the tornado. They’re ready to get some great shots, but something changes. 

The tornado was supposed to head east and then die out, but it’s too slow. Tyler squints his eyes, looking at it. It’s almost as if it’s getting closer again. 

He realizes what’s happening at the same time Boone yells ‘It’s turning around!’

And he’s right. The tornado is heading west again. And Tyler knows what’s there. His hometown. Your hometown.

‘Oh, fuck.’ he says. He prays that you’re safe. He knows you’re smart, you’re probably inside the shelter by now. But he still worries.

They wait out the tornado before driving back to the town, prepared to help in any way they can. Debris is scattered throughout the streets. People walk around, helping each other or trying to salvage what’s left of their possessions in the rubble of the houses. 

Ever since they got back, Tyler has been trying to call you. You’re not picking up. He’s desperately telling himself you know the protocols. Hell, you’ve lived in tornado alley your entire life. You’re probably taking inventory of the damage on your property right now. 

Meanwhile, you’ve been listening to the storm outside. It’s all quiet now, you don’t hear any rain or wind, or sirens. You climb up the stairs and push open the doors. Except they don’t open. You check all the hinges, which are all still secure in place. Then why won’t the doors open?

You walk back down the stairs as you slowly start to panic. There’s probably debris blocking the doors. You have no cell service. Everyone is busy with their own houses. How long would it take for someone to find you?

You’re trying desperately to stay calm. People will find you eventually, right? But soon the tears are streaming down your face. You’d been in this shelter before, but it’s terrifying when you can’t open the door and all you have is a dim light, some canned food, a blanket and a phone without service.

Tyler’s crew is helping the people in town. But he gets increasingly more worried when you won’t pick up a single of his phone calls. 

Lilly notices his worried glances at his phone while she’s handing out food to people. ‘Tyler.’ 

He looks up at her. Lilly jerks her head to his truck. ‘Go see if she’s alright. You know where she lives, right?’

Tyler nods. 

‘Go. We’ve got it here.’ says Lilly.

He takes a quick look around. Lilly is right, his crew can handle it here. He just really needs to know if you’re okay. 

There’s too much debris on the road, so Tyler ditches his truck and walks the rest of the way. He could walk this route with his eyes closed. The longer he walks, the more destruction he sees and the more the uneasy feeling in his chest grows.

What if you were somewhere buried in the rubble of your house and he never got a chance to ask you if you wanted to try again? To see if you still had that spark you had when you were younger? He knew you wouldn’t let him go that easily. It had hurt you both when you broke up. And seeing you again, it reminded him of all the time you had spent together during college.

When he finally gets to your house, he sees it’s mostly still intact. The walls are still standing, but the roof needs fixing. Most of your windows are broken and a tree had fallen on your truck.

Tyler rushes to the front door, which is hanging off its hinges. He quickly enters your house.

‘y/n? y/n! Where are you?’

When you don’t respond, he tries calling you again. 

‘Come on, pick up, pick up.’ he mutters. Still no answer. Damn it.

Where would you go during a tornado? He’s forcing his mind to stop spinning out of control so he can think logically. Then he remembers you have a shelter in your backyard. How could he forget? He even helped you stock it in case something like this happened.

He runs through your messy living room, pieces of broken glass crunching underneath his boots. When he gets outside, he sees your shed – or what’s left of it – on top of the doors to your shelter.

‘y/n!’ he yells again, running toward the shelter.

You faintly hear a voice yelling your name. You briefly think you’re actually going insane at that point. Your panicked mind is making this up because it knows Tyler gives you a feeling of safety. Tyler isn’t here, he’s most likely outside still chasing the damn tornado. There’s no way he’d be here.

‘y/n are you in there? Give me a shout if you can hear me!’

But that’s unmistakably his voice. You hear sounds outside near the door.

‘Ty?’ you say quietly. 

‘Come on! Are you in there?’

‘Ty!’ you say, louder this time.

Outside, Tyler lets out a big sigh of relief as he continues to draw away the debris from the doors of your shelter.

Finally, he can see the handle of one of the doors and yanks it open. 

You squint your eyes at the sudden sunlight. Your eyes are quick to adjust, and they land on Tyler.

Standing there, breathing heavily, looking at you and holding out his hand for you to take.

‘Ty..’ you say softly. Fresh tears start to run down your cheeks as you take his hand and allow him to pull you out of the shelter. 

He pulls you against his chest, one hand coming around your back and the other on the back of your head, holding you against him.

You allow yourself to get lost in the familiar feeling. Tyler still wears the same cologne, and you still fit perfectly in his arms. God, you missed him.

‘I was so scared.’ you mumble. 

‘I know, sweetheart, I know.’ says Tyler.

He pulls back slightly so he can look you in the eye. ‘Are you hurt?’ he asks.

You shake your head. ‘I got to the shelter as soon as I heard the sirens, like you taught me.’

Tyler smiles at you. ‘You did good.’

‘I brought my phone but there was no service and then I couldn’t open the door and I-‘

‘y/n.’ says Tyler, cutting you off. ‘You’re alright. I got you out.’

‘Thank you.’ you say, burying your head in his chest once more.

The two of you stand there for a while. You both need this right now.

‘Ty?’ you say.

He hums in response. 

‘Please don’t leave again.’

He presses a kiss to the top of your head.

‘I’m never leaving you again, sweetheart.’

A/N:If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost, steal or translate my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love,Marit

[hyperboleigh91]

For reference:

[sylviabit-thehand]

I love Jeremy sm

[daydreamvalley]

Jean Kirstein as Felix. Just think about it.

[plutocisms]

so I really love w/o color but need to practice w color, but anyways here’s Jean, he’s so pretty ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

happy to do more of these if yall fw it pookies 🙂‍↕️

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

trost has a blizzard

pairing: jean kirstein x f!reader

word count: 1.3k

cw: fluff :)

summary: today’s shitty but luckily for you, trost university decided to cut its’ students some slack by giving them the day off. you had the blizzard to thank for spending an entire snow day with jean.

sasha, connie and you had decided to spend the previous night at jean’s house. his parents weren’t home, not that they’d care anyway, and it was a perfect opportunity for the four of you to spend some time goofing off. sasha lived right next door but you, however, did not. you lived about a fifteen-minute drive away- not too far but impossible to drive in this sort of condition. they had the luxury of walking next door to their home, given connie is mr. and mrs. braus’s honorary child, and escaping jean’s moodiness.

sasha and connie were gone before you’d even woken up. all that remains of them was a mess of bundled up blankets on the kirstein’s living room floor. the sun was beating down hard through the windows, reflecting off the white snow. it was blinding, considering you’d just woken up. jean lays on the couch, an arm thrown above his head in a deep sleep.

quietly, you untangled yourself from the old quilt blankets. jean’s grandmom had made them a while ago. they were itchy but they kept you warm. you head over to the window on your tiptoes. outside, it’s a white wonderland. you groan under your breath as you see it had snowed enough to cover up more than half of your tires.

you didn’t mind jean. truthfully, he was a pain in the ass. he annoyed the hell out of you but sometimes, he was nice to be around. truthfully, you found his grumpiness cute. other times, you wanted to punch him in that thick skull of his.

as you curse sasha for leaving you here with him, you turn around to head back to your spot on the floor. jean’s awake, his hair pulled every which direction, and watching you. a black tshirt adorns his torso with a matching pair of plaid pajama pants. there’re bags under his eyes with a confused expression.

“where’d they go this early?” jean yawns and pulls himself up into a sitting position.

“home, jean. it’s almost 11:30.” you point to the clock hanging above the flatscreen.

“and you’re still here?” he asks, tilting his head. he’s confused but more importantly, he’s surprised that you’d want to spend time with him without the company of your best friend.

“don’t get too excited. my car’s not going anywhere like that.” you sigh and jerk your head towards the window.

jean uses two hands to push himself up off the couch. his absence leaves a perfect indent of his body. he chuckles as he looks out the window, “you better get to shoveling cause i’m not helping you with that shit.” with that, he turns around and heads into the other room.

deciding that maybe you should get to work, you hesitantly oblige jean’s orders. not because you can’t handle some snow shoveling, no, because you hate listening to jean. it makes you feel like you lost.

you bundle up as best as you can with the clothes you brought. not blizzard appropriate, but hopefully enough to keep you somewhat warm as you dig out your car.

the wind meets you with a slap in the face. it whistles loudly in your ears as you tuck your chin into your neck for a bit of extra warmth as you head over to your car, but not before grabbing a shovel leaning against the garage door.

a few minutes into your labor, you hear the front door close. out comes jean, wearing the correct attire. a thick black winter jacket with the hood pulled up. it’s fur lined, bits of it poking out around his face. his hands are shoved into the pockets as he heads over to you with his snow boots leaving size 10 shoe prints along the way.

it’s cold but the adorable sight of jean makes an unfathomable heat rush to your face. he looked adorable and you couldn’t deny it. it was pissing you off.

“i can do it, jean. go back in.” you raise your voice a bit as he just smiles at you.

“i’m not that much of a dick.” he grabs the spare shovel and heads over to you. reluctantly, you accept his help even though you really don’t want to. but for the sight of his cheeks and nose turning red with windburn, you’ll tolerate it.

after spending fifteen minutes or so digging out your tires and the driveway, jean pauses and says he’s going to get you some warmer clothes. you don’t object to this, the snow was starting to seep into your shoes. he’s gone for about thirty seconds before your head jolts forward as something smacks the back of it.

“jean.” you growl without turning around. he doesn’t answer you. “i swear to god, if you-“ you threaten as you spin yourself to face him.

smack.

a cold, hard white ball of snow strikes you in the center of your face. you gasp at the iciness feeling left on your face being amplified by the wind.

jean stands a few feet away from you, grinning from ear to ear. “what are you gonna do?” he taunts as he bends down to scoop up some more.

“i’m not playing this game. help me dig, please.” you say annoyedly. he tosses another at you, hitting you just above your belly button. “jean. you are so fucking childish.” you groan but take a quick second to grab your own supply of snow.

you’re faster than he is. your throw lands right against his left cheek and he looks flabbergasted. bewildered by your accuracy, you get a chance to land another one on the opposite cheek. now, he just looks grumpy. he looks entirely grumpy with rosy cheeks and a fur lined hood.

“you’re in for it, (y/n.)” he threatens, pointing a finger at you. he starts trudging towards you, prompting you to run in hopes he doesn’t catch you. you think heading for the door is a good option; there’s no snow to throw in there.

with frozen fingers, you grab onto the doorknob but before you can push it open, two strong arms wrap around you. they lift you off the ground and away from the safety of the indoors. “you asked for this.” he struggles to get his words out as he carries you back towards the yard, you kicking and flailing the entire time, demanding he put you down. “fine, i’ll put you down.” jean drops you face first in the snow.

you shriek as jean does as he said. landing belly-down, you push yourself as hard as you can up away from the cold earth. jean stands above you, looking all too smug. you were going to get him for this. you shoot your hands out and grab his pants, just above the knees, and yank him downwards to the snow. you calculated a bit too wrong- jean leans directly on top of you, knocking your back right back down into the snow. he barely catches himself with his two gloved hands.

“oh…uh…” jean stammers as he hovers over you. your heart is beating too fast for your own liking. why were you looking at him like this? and why was he looking at you like that? you can't say anything, you just swallow your own spit. peering up at him through snow-riddled eyelashes, he gives speaking another attempt. “sorry…” his voice is slow and confused. a direct contradiction, he leans down and presses his lips to yours. surprisingly, they’re warm. you’ve forgotten all about your wet clothes as you feel his heat.

“that’s okay.” you whisper, your lips grazing against his.

“yo, what the fuck?” you look to your right and see a traumatized looking connie springer.

click here to read my jean fic !!

inspired by @brave-and-gentle’s fic 🤍

[theleeryder]

Update: Shattered

Happy 4.7! I wrote the final chapter to Shattered. Enjoy.

[aftgphoenix]

Hehe have a short Jean, Cat, and Jeremy story!

Neil: Back at the airport. Flight lands at 3pm

Andrew: k

Kevin: How is Jean?

Neil: Alive. Talk later.

...

Andrew and Kevin were waiting for him at the airport when Neil landed. He was exhausted. After he'd dropped Jean off back at his house, Neil had gone to meet Stuart at a hotel room where they had talked strategy late into the night. He'd verified that his hit on Grayson had reached the right people and would be taken care of in the next day or two. And he asked Uncle Stuart for one extra favor. He went to the airport after that and slept on the plane.

He gave them a brief rundown of what had happened, omitting the parts about Grayson and Elodie. He wasn't sure Jean would want him sharing about that with Kevin. He'd fill Andrew in on the rest later, when they were in private. 

A week later, a package was delivered to his school mailbox with no return address. Neil ignored all of Kevin's questions about it. The next day, he dragged Andrew down with him to the school post office and mailed off the package to Jean.

...

Cat grabbed the mail from the mailbox before she went inside the house after practice. It was more of the same, junk mail, a bill for electricity, some catalogues, but at the bottom is a large white envelope. There was a Palmetto return address but no name and it was addressed to Jean. Curious, she beelined for the boys' room.

They were both in there. Jeremy was afraid to leave Jean alone after what had happened with Grayson. That was only further complicated by Grayson's second suicide attempt. This time he'd succeeded and it had sent Lucas into a spiral. Jean had barely reacted, which only served to concern herself, Laila, and Jeremy even more. 

"You got a package, Jean. Looks like it's from Palmetto," she said, handing the package to Jean. He took it tentatively, like he was scared to find what was inside it. Cat hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should stay or let him open it in peace. She decided that if he wanted to open it alone, he could set it aside. Instead, he carefully lifted the tape that was sealing the envelope closed.

He waited a moment before he slid the contents out on the bed. It was a pile of photographs.

"Wait, is that you?" she asked as she caught sight of a familiar scowling boy about ten years old. It was strange seeing him without his 3 tattoo. Jean didn't answer but instead gently reached his finger out to touch the little girl next to him in the photo.

"She was so young," he whispered. Jeremy had moved over to Jean's bed as well.

"Do you want to look at them alone?" he asked.

Jean hesitated a moment, then shook his head.

"Stay," he said, almost too quiet to hear. Jeremy sat down next to him and Cat sat on the other side.

"Who is the girl?" Jeremy asked. 

"Elodie," Jean said. "She was my little sister."

Cat felt her blood run cold as she realized what Jean was saying. Neither she nor Jeremy said anything as Jean slowly flipped through the small pile of photographs. Each one was of him and Elodie. In some, he was holding her hand or playing with her. In one, he was glaring at the camera and holding her protectively against himself. In the last one, Elodie was crying and Jean looked angry. He was hugging the girl. It was the oldest he looked out of all the photos. Cat didn't say anything when she saw a tear slip off of Jean's nose and splash onto his arm. She leaned her head against him comfortingly.

As Jean set the last photo aside, Cat saw there was a note underneath it. In messy handwriting was scrawled a short message:

You're worth just as much as she was -N

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