RQ: (Jean x Reader) Crashing into you

“Are you even listening to me, you idiot? That’s not what I said! But I do think you and Eren should stop preaching about joining the Survey Corps and killing all the titans, ‘cause the only ones that are going to die are you and you know that,” you want to slap him, but make an annoyed grimace instead.



“Have a good life in the Military Police then,” you say at last.                                                                                        
“Oh, I will, you can count on that.”

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It’s funny how one day, you’re butting head with Kirschtein in the pantry and getting tackled by your closest friend, Annie, in hand to hand combat, and the next you’re graduating from the 104th trainees squad and suddenly, it’s life or death. Year 850, in the District of Trost, the Colossal titan reappeared and thus, the Wall was breached. It all happened so amazingly fast.



“Yesterday you were but cadets, but today, you are true soldiers!”



You don’t feel like a true soldier, not even as blood splatters all over your face and clothes when you cut the titan’s neck. You land on a nearby roof as it crumples to the ground. You’re shaking so bad you can barely stand. I killed it… I killed it, but it didn’t help… It still ate my friends first… It didn’t help… You think, falling to your knees. You feel the despair creeping up your spine, like a cold, bony hand. Tears form in your eyes. I want to go home… You don’t have any home though. The titans took that away from you as well.



Why won’t it ever stop? Can’t just some god up there say that, you know what? That’s it! Humans have had enough suffering now! You’re numb as you raise your head and notice a titan staring at you with a wide, goofy grin. You’re numb as it reaches out its huge, fleshy hand to grab you, still grinning from ear to ear. You’re numb as its hand is cut off by something zipping past you and you’re numb as an all too familiar voice yells: “(LAST NAME)! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING DOWN THERE!?” You raise your gaze, your eyes gluing themselves to that annoying horseface. Jean… “IF I RUN OUT OF GAS AND DIE, I’LL HAUNT YOUR ASS, YOU IDIOT!” He continues, landing on the roof opposite of the one you’re sitting on.



I can’t believe I was just saved by Jean Kirschtein... The shame… You get up slowly, taking a deep breath. “(FIRST NAME)! You’re alive!” Someone suddenly exclaims, landing beside you with a thud. Another thud announces the arrival of a third party. “Idiot,” a low voice says, before aiming a kick at your shins. You have no doubt about who that is.                                      
“I love you too Annie,” you answer, wiping some blood off your cheek. Your reply comes in the form of a scoff. Sasha pats you on the back, grinning like an idiot. Oh wait, she kind of is an idiot. You can’t help an idiotic smile from gracing your features as well.



“WE CAN HUG LATER! NOW FOLLOW ME!” Jean yells from the other roof, before taking off with a hiss from his gear.            
“The heck? Who died and made him boss!?” You demand to know.                                                                          
“Everyone, basically, so he’s the best option,” Annie replies with a shrug, her face as indifferent as usual.                            
“Yeah, we’re going to the HQ to refill our gear. It’s overrun with titans you see,” Sasha explains eagerly. The arrival of your friends has lifted your spirit once more and you nod energetically. “Alright, I’m in!” And then you’re all off, soaring past buildings and titans alike.



You position yourself so you’re just behind Jean, flying forward like a cannonball. Talk about man on a mission… Not that you find it endearing that he’s your leader or anything, ‘cause that would be stupid. And besides, you hate the guy… A titan’s mouth claps shut just inches from your arm, making you yelp with surprise. Okay, focus (First Name)… You shake your head angrily and look up just in time to see Jean being grabbed by an ugly, darkhaired titan.



You feel your whole body freeze with fear, then a surge of determination courses through you. “LET HIM GO!” You yell as you charge forward and cut off the fingers grasping Jean’s leg. You avoid yet another titan reaching for you before making sure the others are still following. Yeah, they’re all there… Annie let’s you know with a slight movement of her head that you should keep your focus forward. Just keep on going huh? No matter what happens…



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After reaching the HQ and discovering that the support units were all hiding, Jean had a little fit, Mikasa, Connie and Armin arrived at the scene and suddenly, a titan is on your team as well. Also, according to Reiner, you can kill a titan by ramming your blade up its asshole. That theory is however, yet to be proven. In addition, the finding of the Military Police’s old supply of rifles sparks an idea in Armin’s mind.



“Do these guns even work against titans in the first place?” Jean asks, inspecting one of the firearms with a frown.                
“It’s better than nothing. If there are still only seven 3 and 4 meter class titans in the supply room, we may have enough firepower to blind them all at once. First, we’ll use the lift to lower a large number of people into the center of the chamber. Next, they’ll fire directly into the faces of all seven titans at once. We’ll blind them. The next instance will decide everything. Seven other people hiding near the ceiling will swoop down to attack the titans’ weak spots while they’re blind. In other words… if we follow this plan, we’ll be gambling everything on this single attack. The whole point is for seven people to kill all the seven titans simultaneously. The seven people should be the most physically capable ones. You’ll have to shoulder the burden of everyone’s life…I’m sorry,” Armin says, lowering his large, blue eyes.



Damn, he really reminds you of a puppy, to be honest. “No problem,” Reiner says with a broad grin.                          
“Regardless of who goes, everyone dies if we fail. The risk is the same,” Annie declares in that blunt manner of hers.



In the end, everyone agrees on the fact that Armin’s plan is the best (and the only one) you’ve got. It is decided that Jean, Mikasa, Connie, Sasha, Annie, Reiner and Bertholt will be the ones to strike the titans. As everyone is preparing, talking nervously to one another and loading the guns, you drag Jean into a quiet corner, wanting to talk with him. “What is it, (Last Name)? There’s not much time before we’re going,” he says impatiently, crossing his arms over his chest.



“I know that!” You huff, mimicking his gesture.                                                                                                          
“So?” He raises an eyebrow, boring his golden brown eyes into you. You turn away, trying your hardest not to blush.                
“I… uh, only wanted… to… uhm… say… you know… thank you… for saving me back there…” You stutter, feeling very pathetic.    
“Hah?” He blinks at you. “There’s no need to thank me. I’ll always save you, you’re my comrade (Last Name), even if you’re an incurable idiot,” he says with that smirk of his.                                                                                                        
“Well… I did kind of make up for it though,” you continue.



“I know. You saved me back there as well. So we’re even,” he says, turning around to leave.                                              
“No! Wait!” The words just roll off your tongue by their own accord. He stops immediately, looking at you.                      
“What?”                                                                                                                                                                
“I… just… We’re going to face the titans now, right? We might die and stuff… So… Maybe we should say… uh, goodbye?” Wow… that’s just a whole new level of pathetic (First Name).



Jean cocks his head to the side, raising an eyebrow. The very image of confusion. You’re not even sure what you want yourself. Your body is giving you all these mixed signals and… well… “Your lips are cracked. It’ll probably hurt if we kiss each other goodbye like they do in the books, so we can’t do that… Can’t do that… Yeah, it’ll probably… hurt… a lot…” What are you even saying! Someone! Shoot me!



Jean looks at you, complete and utter shock evident in his face. Then he sighs and rubs his neck nervously, before placing his hands on your shoulders, leaning down and kissing you softly on the lips. When he takes a step back again, he’s blushing furiously and judging by the heat in your cheeks, so are you. “How was that?” He asks, obviously too shy to meet your (e/c) gaze. You touch your lips, slightly awed, before pulling yourself together. “Just as I thought. Rough and dry like a wilderness…” You pause, seeing him grimace at you.



“It was also really, really… warm…” You finish, blushing even more. Then you raise your face to look at him, swallowing a bit. “Actually, it’s kind of cold in here… so could you… perhaps-“ You don’t even get to finish before he has pressed his lips to yours once again. A little longer this time. You close your eyes, savoring the warmth of his lips on yours. Never wanting it to end. Then he lets you go once more, but only pulling back a couple of inches this time. You’re still so close that your noses barely touch. Your lips part slightly and you look him deep in the eyes, your face hot.



“Once more,” you whisper. He complies, cupping your face and kissing you long and gently, like you’re something very valuable, that might break if he’s too rough. You like that. Like someone handling you with the uttermost care and affection. Then he lets go again and that comfortable, soft warmth is gone.



“Once more,” you ask softly, reaching up to meet him halfway as he leans down to kiss you. This kiss is by far the longest and most intimate. He gently separates your lips with his tongue, cupping both sides of your face in his big, warm hands. You position your head sideways so that he can get better access to your lips and mouth. It’s so warm… You feel a nice, tingling sensation plant itself throughout your whole body. Please God… Don’t let Jean die… You think as you gently separate from one another, both panting.



“Time to go then,” Jean says, glancing over his shoulder. You nod, struggling to find your voice. Jean just stands and looks at you for a while, before turning around to join the others. “And Kirschtein!” You suddenly yell. He spins around immediately, facing you. “Yeah?”                                                                                                                                                             “It would… It would really suck if you got eaten by a titan… So… try to avoid that!” You say, crossing your arms across your chest once more and glaring at him. He grins. “You too (Last Name)!” He answers and then he’s gone, disappeared down the stairs.



“Aw, the smooching is over already?” Someone complains from behind you. You turn around, murder in your eyes. Of course it’s Reiner. It’s always Reiner… “Go get eaten by a titan, Reiner…” You say sourly.                                                              
“So it wouldn’t suck if I got eaten by a titan then? That’s kind of racist, don’t you think?” He asks, smirking.                              
“I tried to stop him. I really did,” Annie says, appearing from behind his broad back, her face as emotionless as usual.                                                      “Yeah… I’m sure you did…” You answer with a scoff.