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Accidents Happen || Arthur Christmas - Arthur Klaus x Reader

[CHAPTER TWO]

Word Count: 1266

Keep calm. Breath. Don’t be a weirdo.

“I think I’m okay.” She said, smile still present on her face, much to Arthur’s relief, as she examined herself. She had a minor scratch on her left arm, but other than that she seemed to be fine. “We have to stop meeting like this, before it becomes a habit.” She laughed. “I think that door still has a nose-shaped dent in it!”

It was absurd, absolutely ridiculous. No matter what Arthur did, he just couldn’t get her out of his mind.

It was like his every thought revolved around her. The way that she smiled with that gentle curl of her lips, how soft her hair looked and how badly he had wanted to touch it,... Every detail that he could remember about her he committed to memory.

A conflict was born inside him. Part of him wanted to forget all about her, while another part of him was demanding for him to ge search for her. For better or for worse, this part was louder than the other, and so, before he could think twice about it, Arthur found himself standing in front of the toy store again. It had only been a few days since they’d run into each other, and even though Arthur knew the odds of finding her in such a specific place again were not in his favor, it was the only lead he had.

A memory of her grin as she had spoken to him popped into his mind as soon as his gaze landed on the front door, and he couldn't help but smile himself. A smile that quickly fell as another thought came to him. What would he even say to her if he did find her? He doubted she’d be as pleased as he would be to see each other again, especially considering the circumstances of their first meeting. Not to mention he was a complete stranger.

Arthur let out a long, deep sigh..

He needed to put an end to this while he still could. He was enamoured with the idealization of a girl he’d just met. He didn’t even know her name! What did he expect to gain from creeping around the toy store, desperate for any sign of her? Surely the only thing he had managed was to scare off customers, probably including his mystery girl.

He stared at the entrance for what felt like an eternity, before deciding to give up and go home. This whole idea had been stupid from the very beginning. He needed to stop losing his time with this and focus on more productive things, as Steve would say.

He pushed all thoughts of her to the very back of his mind, and turned around. He could feel the presence of the store behind him, like it was begging him to stay just a little longer, five more minutes and she would turn up, searching for him too, but Arthur knew that these thoughts were only his mind playing games with him. With a nod, Arthur shook those hopes away as well, and pressed on.

As he reached the small set of stairs that led to the side street where he had hidden his ride home, Arthur began making a mental to-do list of all the things he needed to do the day after to keep his mind busy. This was, of course, a fatal mistake for someone like Arthur, as he began to focus so much on distracting himself that he completely forgot to pay attention to where he was placing his feet.

As he was counting chores, he completely missed a step, causing Arthur to lose his footing and begin to tumble down. He immediately snapped his eyes shut and yelled, bracing himself for the impact that…

“Oof!”

...was not as hard as he had thought it would be? Arthur slowly opened one eye, color draining from his face as he processed what he was seeing.

The person who had broken his fall let out a pained groan. A person who was a she. A she that was...her. He had found her!

Arthur’s mouth fell open as he stared, his face now turning red as he realized how close they were. the tips of their noses mere centimeters away from each other. She peered up at him, blinking curiously, clearly just as bewildered by the situation as he was. He couldn’t help but notice that her own cheeks had a hint of a blush.

They stayed this way for a few long moments, before she broke the silence.

“Um.. are you okay?” She asked, the corners of her mouth curling upwards into that small smile that had been wandering around Arthur’s brain for the last few days.

Her voice helped Arthur snap back into reality, leaping to his feet as quickly as he could manage. “O-Oh, yes! I-I’m fine!” He wasn’t fine. He was completely mortified to have crashed into her a second time, and this time had been even worse than the first. He could have killed her! “What about you? A-Are you hurt?” He reached out a hand to help her up, concern and guilt twisting his stomach into a knot. “I’m so so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going!”

Her fingers closed around his own, a gentle grip that strengthened as she pulled herself up. Arthur’s heart was doing somersaults in his chest. He was holding her hand. Once she was on her feet, he was reluctant to let go, but did so so as not to come off creepy.

Keep calm. Breath. Don’t be a weirdo.

Arthur had to stop himself from gaping at her again. She remembered him? Him? He hadn’t expected her to, but it was definitely a pleasant surprise. Warmth bloomed in his stomach, along with a twinge of embarrassment at the memory of their meeting.

“I still feel bad about that.” He replied. “I’m so-”

“It’s okay, really.” She interrupted him, stopping him from going on another apology spree. “Although, you could make it up to me.” She pretended to think for a moment, tapping a finger against her chin. “Are you... going to be around here tomorrow? Same time?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Great! Then I’ll see you at the café next to the toy store. Buy me a coffee and a donut and all will be forgiven.” She stated happily as she walked past Arthur and began to head up the steps.

A million thoughts ran through Arthur’s mind all at once. She wanted to see him again? Despite nearly injuring her severely? Twice? Maybe she had hit her head during the fall and wasn’t thinking straight. She couldn’t really want to willingly spend time with him… could she?

Realization hit him barely a second later. Was this… a date?

Arthur quickly turned around, gaze searching for her wildly and praying she hadn’t left yet. She had already reached the top of the stairs, and was now looking down expectantly at him with a grin, as if she enjoyed his bewilderment.

“I’m Arthur!” He yelled after her without thinking.

Her grin widened, and she yelled her own name back at him.

A name that Arthur tasted on his lips again and again all the way home. When night fell and Arthur was lying in bed staring wide eyed at the ceiling, he kept repeating her name in his mind. His cheeks hurt from smiling, but he didn’t care. He was going to see her tomorrow, and that was the only thing that mattered at the moment.

Arthur closed his eyes, and said her name one more time.

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Accidents Happen || Arthur Christmas - Arthur Klaus x Reader

[CHAPTER ONE]

Word Count: 1288

She stood there for a moment, holding on to her nose and with her eyes squeezed shut. Arthur’s chest tightened. Was she in pain? Horrible pain? Oh, no. No,no, no. Had he hurt her that badly? Should he call someone? The police? The hospital? His mother?!

Just as he was about to sink his hand into his pocket after his HO-HO, she opened her eyes and began to lower her hands away from her face after a few soft taps on her nose, checking that it was okay. It must have still hurt, since she winced a little with every tap, but at least it didn’t seem to be anything too serious.

Then she looked at him.

It wasn’t often that Arthur got a chance to slip out of the North Pole unnoticed, especially now that he was Santa, so whenever he managed to do so, he relished it. It wasn’t that he disliked being at home, quite the contrary. Arthur adored his new job and everything that came along with it. The only problem was that being Santa took up a lot more of his time than when he had been working in the letters department, which meant less time for the silly little things that he would do to fill up his spare time, like rereading his favourite letters or reorganizing them or following Steve around or browsing toy stores.

This last one, it was a little odd that he enjoyed it so much, considering that what they mainly did in the North Pole all year round was make toys, but there was something about the endless shelves of action figures, dolls and toy cars that brought a little happiness to Arthur. He couldn’t explain it, he just found it fun, no matter how much Steve would call it pointless.

This time, he’d made it all the way to London, to one of his favourite toy stores. He’d parked EVIE where no one would notice her, so he had plenty of time to spare. He hummed softly to himself as he walked up and down the aisles, his gaze flying over rows and rows of dolls, looking for any changes that had been made since his last visit, only to come to a stop when his eyes had fallen upon a certain doll.

Arthur grimaced at the sight of it.

It was a bride doll, complete with white dress, a bouquet of roses and a plastic face framed by a matching white veil that beamed up at him. To any other person, the doll might not have caused any reaction at all, but to Arthur, it made his stomach turn into a knot.

The main reason he’d slipped out that day had been to escape his mother and her neverending hints at his single status. Yes, Arthur knew that, as Santa, he’d have to someday find a Mrs Santa to carry on the family legacy, but it didn’t mean he agreed with the tradition. After all, Steve was a much better candidate than he ever could be, not to mention that he had better genes to pass on. Arthur could bet that nobody in the North Pole wanted another lanky clumsy disaster running around the place, but still his mother softly pressed and urged him into trying to get a date and bring a girl home.

He’d tried, at first, but without success. The brunet was no good talking to women,let alone managing to get a date with one of them. It was almost like they fled from him. It only took one look at him and they were practically running for the hills. Not that he’d met any girl that he’d liked anyway. They were all the same to him.

With a frustrated huff, Arthur flicked angrily at the box, causing the doll to tumble back and forth a little in her confines before settling once again in her initial position. He was a lost cause, and the sooner his mother accepted that, the better. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Arhur made his way back to the entrance of the store, suddenly not in the mood for toy browsing anymore.

As he dragged his feet to the front door, he failed to notice someone else approaching it from the other side, so distracted he was by his own thoughts as he reached out to push it open. He was quickly pulled away from said thoughts, after he’d heard the loud thunk the impact of the hard glass against the stranger’s face made.

“Ouch!” A feminine voice cried out.

Arthur visibly paled, and quickly made his way outside without colliding with her again. “I am so sorry!” He blurted out, hands hovering over her, unsure of what he could do to help. “A-Are you okay? It was an accident! I swear! I’m sorry!”

Then she looked at him, and Arthur’s chest tightened once again, but in a completely different way this time. Her gaze woke something in him. A new and alien feeling that Arthur wasn’t sure if he liked or not. His heart skipped a beat, and he was suddenly short of breath, completely transfixed by her. Why? There was nothing particularly remarkable about her, but yet, there was also something undeniably extraordinary about her. He was drawn to her, and to her eyes. Those eyes, for a few brief seconds he was hypnotized by them, that indescribable feeling running through him from head to toe over and over again.

Her lips moved, and for the shortest of moments Arthur could have sworn he had wanted to kiss them.

“-fine, don’t worry.”

Arthur’s brow furrowed, then lifted as he realized she was speaking to him. Oh, no. Had he been staring at her? Had she seen him staring at her? For crying out loud, of course she had seen him. Okay, okay, time to stop being creepy and try to act like a normal human being. You can do this, Arthur. He shook his head before answering her.

“Uh… sorry, what? I...uh...blanked out for a moment.” He said, followed by an awkward chuckle.

Smooth.

He was ready for her to raise an eyebrow at him and leave, but to his surprise, she let out a small giggle at his response, the sound like sweet music in his ears. What was wrong with him?

“I said that I’m fine.” She repeated. “My nose hurts a little, but I doubt it’s broken. I’ll live.”

“O-Oh.. that’s good. I’m glad.” And he was. Arthur wouldn’t have been able to forgive himself if he’d actually hurt her.

“Are you okay?”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.” She smiled. “You seem a little… distracted.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Just...uh...long day.” He mirrored her smile, a hand rubbing at the back of his neck. He was a little embarrassed about his behaviour, but he was pleased that she didn’t seemed bothered by it. He hadn’t been able to help it though, she’d had an effect on him that he’d never experienced before. He wanted to talk to her, get to know her, maybe even be friends?

However, before he could say anything else, she dismissed herself with a quick wave.

“Okay, well, see ya.” She gave him one last smile, before slipping past him into the store, leaving him standing there with a bewildered look on his face.

He was a little disappointed that she hadn’t stayed, but he had to remind himself that he was just a stranger. He couldn’t blame her, and perhaps it was better off that way. Someone like her would never be interested in befriending someone like him anyway.

Arthur sighed, shoulders lowering in defeat as he turned and walked away. He doubted he’d run into her again, but maybe one day.

Maybe.

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Mistake || AoT - Eren Yeager x Reader

Word Count: 1398

“Are you spacing out again?” Armin asked.

“Huh?” Eren turned back towards his friend. “No, not this time. It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“On the table behind you, there’s a girl there that was staring at me before. It was kinda weird.” Eren explained.

“Staring at you?” Armin asked as he turned to get a look himself. Just as he did so, the girl raised her gaze, stared for a couple of seconds, then returned her attention to writing in her notebook.

“See?” Eren gestured towards her. “She’s staring at me! Isn’t that freaking weird?”

“And then the next chapter was even better! It has almost everything we know about the deepest part of the ocean. And everything we know is hardly anything! I mean, did you know…?”

Eren nodded, acting like he was listening to Armin drone on about how great his new book about the ocean was. His gaze was focused on eating his fries, which at that moment seemed so much more interesting than listening to his friend.

At first, Eren was just as intrigued as Armin was about the subject when the blond had brought it up, but as hours passed, Eren began to lose interest quickly. It was quite obvious that the sea was Armin’s passion.

He’d tried to drift the conversation to something else, hence why they were having something to eat at the food court in the mall, but Armin just kept going on and on and on.

“I just think it’s so incredible that there is still so much to discover,” the blond continued. “There must be so much hiding in the depths that we have yet to see and… Eren, are you listening to me?”

Judging by Eren’s dazed look and how concentrated he was on his fries, Armin guessed that he probably stopped paying attention quite a while ago.

“Eren!”

The teen jumped a little as he was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts. “Yeah, fish are cool!” He said quickly, trying to seem like he was following Armin’s monologue intensely, but there was no fooling his friend.

Armin raised his eyebrows at Eren, who grinned sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” the blond shrugged. “I know I get a little boring when I talk too much about these things. But you’re going to have to give me a few of your fries to compensate.” He grinned.

Eren chuckled. “Okay, fine, take some.” He pushed the plate towards Armin, but as he did so, he noticed something that he hadn’t before.

On another table, not too far away from the pair, was a girl who looked around their age. She sat alone, with a notebook and a few pencils in front of her. There were a few scribbles on her notebook, but Eren couldn’t make out what they were from where he sat. Was she writing something? There were no empty plates around her, so she must have come here just to…write? Study? What was she doing?

As odd as all of this was to Eren, it wasn’t what had caught his attention. What had was the fact that she was staring right at him, rather intensely.

Was there something on his face?

He was about to ask Armin, but just as he was going to do so, she stopped, her gaze completely focused on her notebook now.

Weird.

“Are you spacing out again?” Armin asked.

“Huh?” Eren turned back towards his friend. “No, not this time. It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“On the table behind you, there’s a girl there that was staring at me before. It was kinda weird.” Eren explained.

“See?” Eren gestured towards her. “She’s staring at me! Isn’t that freaking weird?”

Armin just grinned. “And you’re complaining because…?”

“Because she’s staring at me!”

“You’re complaining because a cute girl is staring at you?”

Well, Eren couldn’t disagree with that, but that was beside the point. Cute or not, he wanted to know why she was staring at him. He looked at her once more, only to meet her gaze. She was doing it again? Just as before, after a few seconds she’d stop and start writing again. It made Eren’s blood boil. Was she acting like he hadn’t caught her or was she writing stuff about him?

“You know…” Armin began, quite amused by Eren’s reaction. “I think she’s trying to get your attention.”

“What? Like flirting?”

“Maybe.”

Could that be it? But it didn’t seem to be like that at all. There was no smiling, no giggling. All she did was watch him with that focused expression.

“I don’t know what her problem is, but she’s making me really uncomfortable.”

“She’s probably just shy; you should go talk to her,” Armin said.

Eren doubted she was shy at all. He glanced at her once more, and, just as expected, he caught her again. Okay, he was officially sick of this.

“You know what? I’m going to do just that.” Eren mumbled as he stood up.

“What?”

“I’ll be right back.”

And so, Eren set off towards the girl. As he approached her, she lifted her gaze once more, and her focused expression quickly turned to one of surprise, obviously not expecting him to come over.

As soon as Eren reached her, he slammed a fist on the table, causing her to jump and drop her pencil.

“What the hell is your problem?!” He yelled. “I have no idea why you’re staring at me but you need to cut it out! It’s driving me insane!”

The girl just stared at him, eyes wide and mouth half open, as if she was trying to say something, but was either too startled or too shy to voice it.

“So, what?!” Eren continued, her silence only making his anger grow. “You’re not going to say anything?! Not even to tell me what-“ Eren stopped his yelling when the girl picked up her notebook and shoved it towards him.

He eyed her suspiciously, not really sure what to expect or if he really wanted to know what she had been working on. As his gaze lowered to settle on the pages his eyes grew wide in surprise.

Apparently, the girl hadn’t been writing at all, but drawing instead. And she hadn’t been drawing just anything, she’d been drawing him. It was just a sketch, but Eren could tell that a lot of effort had gone into it. Thick, messy lines made up most of the drawing, while thinner, more carefully placed lines detailed his hair and the folds in his clothes.

Eren’s anger was quickly replaced with embarrasment, cheeks turning a bright shade of red. “A-Ah, so that’s why you were…yeah…” He laughed awkwardly as he returned her notebook. “Um…sorry?”

“It’s okay.” She answered, taking the notebook back and stuffing it back in her bag. She didn’t seem so startled now that Eren had calmed down. Plus the fact that he had stopped yelling helped as well. “I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have been drawing a stranger and staring at you like that.” She gave him a small smile. “I guess I wasn’t as subtle as I thought I was.”

A giggle escaped her as she joked, and, for some reason, it sounded magical to Eren. Now that he got a better look at her, he realized that she wasn’t just cute. She was really really cute, which only made the teenager feel even more embarrassed about his behaviour. Why did he have to have such a bad temper?

“I-It’s fine.” Eren replied, not really knowing what else to say. He returned her smile, to at least let her know that he wasn’t angry anymore. “I’m Eren. What’s your name?”

The girl seemed to be pondering on whether to answer or not, and Eren began to worry that maybe he had ruined any chances of getting to know this girl by acting the way he had.

“Tell you what…” She began as she packed away her things. Eren braced himself for whatever she was about to say, convinced that it was not going to be anything good. “…why don’t you come back here tomorrow, same time, and I might tell you.” She grinned smugly before standing up and leaving, waving goodbye as she walked away.

Eren just stood there, dumbfounded by the whole experience. Had she just…? She had, hadn’t she? Just to make sure, Eren glanced over towards Armin, who, judging by the smug look on his face, had heard the entire exchange between the two.

The brunet pointed in the direction that the girl had left, raising his eyebrows in a silent question. Armin simply nodded and gave him a thumbs up.

Well, Eren knew what he was going to do tomorrow.

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Encounter || Ouran - Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Word Count: 405

He really shouldn’t be here, but as soon as your fingers settle on the side of his face, lips meeting his in greeting, all worries leave him.

Kyoya is quick to pull you aside, his hand holding your own in a gentle grip as he leads you to where nobody will see or interrupt you. Secrecy is key to your meetings, after all. You try not to laugh at his eagerness, but the light giggle that escapes your lips can’t be helped.

He shouldn’t be here.

He really shouldn’t be here, but as soon as your fingers settle on the side of his face, lips meeting his in greeting, all worries leave him.

A glare is sent your way before you find your back pressed against the wall of the side street. Your arms automatically wrap around Kyoya’s torso and in turn he returns the embrace, burying his nose into your hair. It’s not often that you get to spend time with each other, and every second is precious.

He inhales as much of your scent as he can, drawing you even closer as his hold on you tightens.

“I missed you.” He hears you say, your hands cupping the sides of his face as you pull him down to join your lips once more.

“Unfortunately, so have I.” Kyoya mutters.

“Yes, how very unfortunate for you.” You laugh, and it’s melodic sound sets butterflies loose in his stomach.

Oh, the state he was in because of you. Who would have guessed that a simple commoner like you would be enough to turn him into a lovesick fool. You weren’t a simple commoner though, you were so much more. You were you.

“If only I could see you more…” You say, pulling away.

It breaks his heart that your relationship has to be this way, that he has to keep it’s existence hidden away, as if it were something to be ashamed of. But he’s not ashamed, not in the least. However, he is afraid. He is not certain how his family would react, but he knows it would be far from a good reaction.

“Have you spoken to your father yet?” Your hands lower from his face to settle on his chest.

Kyoya winces ever so slightly and avoids your expectant gaze, giving you an answer in that small action.

He hears you sigh, but he knows you understand. Patient as always.

“Soon?” You ask, knowing very well that what you were asking for was not easy, but needed to be done.

Your eyes meet again.

“Very soon. I promise you.”

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Nightmare || AoT - Jean Kirschtein x Reader

Word Count: 452

Your gaze settled on the lump of blankets next to you. As usual, Jean would bury himself under the covers on cold nights like this. Or every night. Judging by the shape of the lump, he must have been curled up in a ball.

The corners of your lips curled upwards slightly. It wasn't even that cold. You poked what you imagined to be his back. "...Jean?" You called his name, voice barely a whisper at first, but since he showed no signs of waking up you kept on calling him, a little louder each time until at last he woke with a low groan.

You woke with a start, eyes snapping open as you finally woke from the horrific nightmare.

Oh. It had only been a dream.

You tried to calm yourself, but you couldn't manage to slow your breathing down, no matter how many times you reminded yourself that nothing of what you had just experienced was real. The images were still so vivid in your mind.

Don't be silly, ______. It wasn't real. I'm right here, safe and sound in bed, you reminded yourself, taking a deep breath.

And he's right here too.

The lump shuffled, another groan was heard, and your boyfriend's head popped out. "...Hmm?"

"Sorry to wake you up." You apologized, knowing very well how much Jean hated being disturbed from his sleep, and although he never seemed to be bothered when it was you, you still felt the need to apologize.

"Don't worry about it." He mumbled, rubbing a sleepy eye as he turned to face you.

You hesitated for a moment. "I...uh...I had a nightmare."

"Oh." Was Jean's simple answer. You frowned and was about to protest at his lack of empathy but you were interrumpted by suddenly being drowned in blankets.

"What the hell are you doing?" You laughed as you tried to wriggle your way out, but Jean's arms coiled around your torso and pulled you towards him until you were pressed against his chest.

"Bad dreams are a one way ticket to the blanket lump." He said with a grin, digging his nose into your hair. "Enjoy your stay."

You giggled and nuzzled him back, your own arms wrapping around him. "I'll have you know that I can come into the blanket lump whenever I want." You teased him, but Jean had already drifted off, his exhales tickling the top of your head.

You smiled to yourself. All you had needed was a little contact from the person you loved and you had relaxed without even realizing it. Settling into the warm embrace, you looked up to kiss him gently, so as not to wake him.

"Good night, Jean."

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Infatuation || AoT - Jean Kirschtein x Reader

Word Count: 2033

"Really now?" The fact that he had been so quick to keep you by his side made your heart flutter, causing a giddy smile to appear on your face. You'd had a crush on Jean since the very first day, a crush that had done nothing but grow with every day that passed. However, you had never done anything about it, convinced that Mikasa was the only girl that Jean had eyes for. But, could you still have a chance? "And what consequences are those?" You continued your teasing before you got lost in your own thoughts. "Having to stand seeing your ugly mug for more than five minutes?"

"Hah!" Jean scoffed. "We all know that this ugly mug is irresistible." He gestured towards his face, chest puffing out as he showed off. You couldn't help bursting into laughter, Jean joining in only seconds afterwards.

Jean sat alone in the dining hall, bored out of his mind. Everybody else had gone to enjoy their day off, but Jean had had to stay behind, grounded like a child for getting into yet another fight with Eren Jeager.

The youth scratched angrily at the wooden surface of the table with his fingernail when Eren crossed his mind, brows lowering into a deep frown . The fight hadn't been his fault. All he had done was call Jaeger out on his usual bullshit, and then the little bastard had practically leaped on him, throwing punches and landing kicks wherever he could. Of course, Jean had had to defend himself.

Mikasa, Armin and you had stood aside, as usual, at a safe distance, the dark haired asian keeping an eye on the pair should the fight get out of hand. Armin, instead, simply shook his head in dissapproval and turned back to you, resuming your previous conversation. You were already used to the fights, they did happen at least once every few days after all, and had nothing to add on the matter.

It was at that moment that the head instructor had bursted into the room, yelling at the top of his voice to put the fight to a stop. Eren and Jean had frozen in place when they heard Keith, fists clenched in the air and gripping on each other's clothes. Keith had then asked who had been responsible for all the fuckery, to which everyone pointed at Jean. Of course, he had protested, explaining with elaborate hand gestures what Eren had done to provoke him, but as usual Keith blamed the person who had been yelling the most.

So now, while everybody else was out and about, he was stuck here with only himself for company for the rest of the day. Jean sighed loudly and let his head fall on the table with a loud 'thonk', followed by a pained groan and arms drooping off the edges of the table. He hated this so much. It would have been so much better if Eren had been punished for his actions too. He had been the one that had started it, after all.

The feeling of fingertips softly grazing the back of his neck startled him, making him jump and quiclky lift his head. ''W-What the-'' He stuttered, covering his neck with his hand. You stood behind him, the usual soft smile on your face as you waved your hand in a quick greeting motion. Jean only glared at you in response. ''Don't scare me like that."

You giggled, taking a seat next to him. "Aw, but it's so fun." You faked a pout before laughing again.

Jean simply grumbled in response, letting his head fall on the table again, though this time he was a little more careful. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Isn't it obvious?" You crossed your arms over the table, copying Jean's position but leaning your cheek on your arm so you could look at him. "I came to keep you company."

Jean did the same, giving you an odd look. "On your day off?" He lifted an eyebrow quizically. You nodded, the smile you had already been sporting growing wider.

Jean thought he saw the hints of a blush on your cheeks, but he quickly pushed the idea aside. "Why?"

"Because we're friends, you idiot." You sighed in exasperation. "I thought it was pretty obvious that we were friends but if that's not the case then I'll be taking my leave." You pretended to be offended by his question, beginning to stand up only to be pulled back down again by the brunet.

"Don't go." Jean knew perfectly well that you were just messing with him again, as you usually did, and wouldn't actually leave, but he didn't want to risk you going in any way. "You made the choice to sit here with me so now you have to deal with the consequences." He lifted his head, the corners of his lips curling upwards into a grin.

You lost track of time as you both spent the rest of the afternoon and evening in a similar manner, laughing at each others antics and sharing stories. On more than one occasion Jean would start rambling on and on about all the things Eren would do to annoy him, but every time you would subtly change the subject to something else. You knew very well that once Jean started talking about anything that bothered him, he'd go on and on and on. You were enjoying having his attention all to yourself too much to let him drift off like that.

All too soon, the sun dipped behind the mountains that surrounded the trainee camp, causing the room to grow a little darker with each passing minute. Jean was the first to notice this, since you were too entranced with his childhood stories to even realize how late it already was.

"Jeez, we must have been talking for hours." Jean said as he returned to his seat next to you after lighting a few candles around the room.

"How long do you think it will be before everybody comes back?" You asked, worrying that this special moment was over already.

He shrugged. "Dunno." He frowned a little as he looked towards one of the many windows. "The sun went down just a little while ago, so... about an hour maybe? Or a little less?"

You nodded, thoughtful. This had been the first time that you and Jean had spent so much time together, and the fact that it had all gone by so fast had to mean something, right? From what Jean had said, it was safe to assume that he had also enjoyed himself. Was this the right time to say something about how you felt? Or... could your assumptions be wrong?

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Jean calling out your name. "Hey, everything okay?" Not knowing very well how to answer you just nodded again, gaze fixated on the table before you.

Jean raised an eyebrow, puzzled by your change in mood. Just minutes ago you had been laughing at his every joke, even his bad ones. You had connected in ways the he didn't know where possible and he had come to realize that he cared for you deeply, so your sudden silence confused him.

"I don't believe you." He replied, inching a little closer to you. If you weren't going to directly tell him what was on your mind then he was at least going to try and guess. "Has Eren been a little shit again?"

A small smile appeared on your face as you looked up at him. A slight shake of the head let him know that wasn't what was troubling you. "Eren is only a little shit with you, remember?" "Ah, so you agree with me about that." Jean grinned proudly, but said nothing more about when your smile was quickly replaced with a glare, daring him to continue. He reluctantly dropped the subject and returned to trying to figure out what was wrong.

"Oh." The corner's of Jean's mouth curled upwards into a sly smile. "It's a guy, isn't it?" He asked, sure that you would burst out laughing just like you usually would, but instead you blushed deeply, gaze quickly returning to the table.

He hadn't expected that sort of answer, and his confusion only grew. An odd feeling settled in the bottom of his stomach like a heavy rock. What was it? Jealousy? No, it couldn't. He liked Mikasa, but... if that were true why did feel this way at the thought of you with somebody that wasn't him?

An awkward silence settled between the two of you, your blush deepening ever so slightly as you refused to speak, afraid that you might accidentally say something you might regret. Jean didn't say a word either, too busy sorting out his feelings. He'd never been in this kind of situation, a situation where he'd have to try and figure out who he liked the most, but... when he really thought about it, whatever it was that he felt for you was much stronger than what he felt for Mikasa. You two had connected after all, and you were the only person to make him forget about the horrid monsters that awaited them outside the walls.

Biting his lip, he turned to you and called your name again to get your attention. Your eyes flickered towards him before returning to their previous spot. Jean said your name again, before asking a very daring question.

"Could it..." A moment of hesitation. "...Is it me?"

You burried your face in your hands, sure that it was impossible for your face to be any redder. You hated acting like this, like some insecure little girl, but you couldn't help it, this was all just too much for you. Still, you might as well answer. Jean had been brave enough to ask and you wasn't going to be any less.

"Yes." You just about managed to say.

Whatever doubts Jean had about his feelings for you vanished with that single word.

"...Me?"

You parted your fingers to steal a peek, heart leaping in your chest when you caught sight of the stupidest grin on his face. He was... happy?

"Yes, you, you moron."

A silence settled between the two of you, though you wasn't sure if you could've called it an awkward silence. Jean was the first to break it, though not with any words. You felt his calloused fingers brush against the hands that still covered your face, gently prying them away. Then they cupped your face and turned your head to look at him.

"Do you really mean that?"

Laughter bubbled from your lips once again. "If I didn't mean it I wouldn't have said it." Your eyes locked, staring at each other. Neither of you knew what to do next, still processing the fact that you had basically confessed and your feelings were mutual.

You smiled, deciding that now it was your turn to be daring, and leaned forward to kiss him.

It was nothing like you had imagined your first kiss to be like. Your noses collided, causing you to regret trying to kiss Jean and try to pull away. Jean didn't let you. He chuckled and brought you close again, his hands still cupping your face. You both tilted your heads this time and pressed your lips together. Your hands crawled their way up Jean's chest, settling on his chest and gripping onto the fabric when he began to nibble on your lower lip.

However, you both interrupted by the door bursting open. You quickly pulled away, though Jean would later say you had almost jumped to the other side of the room.

"I see you two finally hooked up." Eren said from the open door, crossing his arms over his chest smugly.

"Jaeger, I will fucking murder you!" Jean yelled as he ran after him. Eren laughed before running away, yelling his usual insults as Jean ran after him.

You stayed where you were, fingers on your lips as you processed everything that had happened that day. You blushed again as you smiled to yourself.

''What an idiot."

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Capillum || AoT - Jean Kirschtein x Reader

Word Count: 1007

“Ow, fuck! You got soap in my eye!” Jean pulled a hand away from the wall to try and rub it out, even though it could probably make it worse, but you were faster, dumping a bucket of water over his head.

He yelled out your name in surprise, and your only response was laughter as you filled the bucket up with the water pump again.

Oh, you were clearly enjoying this.

“For the love of-! Are you trying to scratch my scalp off?!”

“Oh, don’t be such a baby. The less you whine the quicker this gets done.”

Jean groaned. Again.

You were both standing in the courtyard next to the water pump, Jean leaning against the closest wall with his palms, head down and squatting ever so slightly so you could have access to the incredible amount of mud that had gotten stuck in his hair from his latest squabble.

His clothes weren’t faring any better, mud drying all over the front of his shirt and jacket. Jean was thankful mud didn’t stain easily and could be washed out later.

Eren, who had been the one responsible for shoving Jean into the muddy puddle, had been pulled away by Levi, receiving quite the lecture about childish behaviour. Jean had been spared, though that was probably because falling face first into mud was humiliating enough. Especially since you had witnessed the entire thing from start to finish.

And here you were trying to help wash it out.

It was a thoughtful gesture, one he appreciated greatly since it was rare for anyone to show him any kindness.

He was quickly distracted by a sharp sting in the corner of his eye.

He yelled out your name in surprise, and your only response was laughter as you filled the bucket up with the water pump again.

Oh, you were clearly enjoying this.

Jean backed away from the wall, shot you a glare and stepped over towards you to shake his head like a rabid dog. You shrieked with a mixture of surprise of laughter, trying to save yourself from the inevitable splatter of water and soap remains by shielding yourself with your arms. Of course, it didn’t help much.

“You ass!” You said, though your voice was far from angry. He hadn’t managed to get you soaked of course, and with the midday sun your clothes would dry quickly. “Now, come on, stop being a child and let me finish. I just need to get the rest of the soap out.”

“Should I remind you who started?” Jean retorted, but he obediently returned to his previous position, this time keeping his eyes closed. “You’re such a brute for a girl.”

“Hey, it got most of the mud out, so you should be thanking me.” Your fingers start scratching at his scalp again, working on the last patch of mud that insisted on staying in place. It hurt a little, but he knew it was the only way, so Jean kept quiet. Not to mention you were helping him out of your own free will.

After a few short moments, you reached for the bucket again, though you gently poured it over his head this time instead of dumping it like you had before.

It was a soothing sensation, the flow of water and your fingers helping to work what was left of the soap out. Definitely an improvement from the incessant scratching of your fingernails.

Jean felt the beginning of a blush spread across his cheeks as you worked your way down to the back of his head. He doubted the water needed much help to get rid of soap there since most of his hair was on the top of his head, not the back. So, what were you up to back there? Your fingers lingered there, tracing patterns he couldn’t figure out, almost as if you were massaging the sore skin. Since when could a soldier’s hands be so… soft?

“Aaand… done! Clean as a whistle!” You said proudly, setting the bucket down and admiring your work. “Your hair at least, your clothes are another story entirely.”

Jean straightened himself, hands running through his hair. Though it was still soaking wet, it had never been this clean. Then again, he’d never been so thorough with washing his hair before.

“I… uh… thanks.” He murmured, still a little flustered.

You grinned at him, picking up the towel you had brought earlier before Jean could reach for it and held it up. You raised it up in a silent request, and with a flutter in his stomach Jean was only too happy to lower his head and allow you to rub it dry.

He clearly hadn’t thought this through, since now your faces were only inches apart. Jean was sure his blush had deepened and spread right to the tips of his ears but it would be useless to try and hide it. You, however, seemed none the wiser, concentrating on your task and being careful not to be too rough.

With this proximity, Jean could see things he had not noticed before. Were your eyelashes always so thick? Your eyes so bright? Your lips so… ? No, no, no. Self control. He needed some self control. Remember that you two were friends and nothing more. Friends with some flirting going on every now and then, but still, friends.

Your eyes lowered to meet his own, and he could almost see the realization that flashed through them, lips curving into that mischievous little grin he had come to be so familiar with.

The towel that had been rubbing away at his head fell to his shoulders, your hands now holding the sides of his face instead, lowering his head ever so slightly to press a quick kiss to his forehead before letting go and stepping back.

“Now you’re finished!” You said, quite pleased with yourself as you headed back to do whatever you were doing before this whole mess. “Don’t forget to wash all that muck out of your shirt or you’ll be in trouble again.” You reminded before disappearing from his line of vision.

Jean pressed a hand to his forehead and bit his lip.

Well… shit.

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Insecurity || LoZ:TP - Link x Reader

Word count: 1140

With a shake of your head you moved from your spot to mimic his sitting position. You took one of his hands in your own, while the other cupped the side of his cheek. “Hey, if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay, and if you do, that’s also okay.” You rubbed circles into his hand with your thumb, the action slowly wiping away the hesitation on Link’s face. “I’m here to listen, whenever you need me.”

A sigh of what you interpreted as relief escaped his lips, eyes closing and slowly leaning his forehead against yours. “I know.” He said, eyes opening to meet your gaze. “It’s just... it’s stupid.”

You enjoyed spending your afternoons like this, lying on the grass, feeling it tickle your skin as you watched Link work on the ranch. It had become a daily activity for you, and a chance to spend some extra time with the blond. Sometimes one of the goats would make it's way over to you, prodding the top of your head with it's muzzle. Link would use this as an excuse to approach you to return the goat to the rest of the herd, and if Fado wasn't around he would sit by your side for a while.

Not that Fado minded that Link would do this. The elf always made sure that the goats stayed where they were supposed to, so as long as he did this he could care less about what he did the rest of the time. Not to mention that Fado had taken quite a shine to you. After all, you stopped by everyday at the same time, and even though you came just to laze around, you'd always lend a hand if needed. Your company in the ranch was more than welcome.

On one particular day, Link was able to sit beside you sooner than usual. This surprised you, since getting the goats to move out of the barn (or anywhere else for that matter) was quite the task and took it’s fair share of time.

“That was quick.” You pointed out, propping yourself up on your elbows as you watched him sit down cross-legged at your side.

Link smiled at you. It was the usual grin, but there was something off about it. Was there something bothering him?

“They're cooperating today.” As always, Link was few with his words, saying only what was necessary and nothing more.

“Huh.” You said as you lay back down again, settling your hands on your stomach and closing your eyes to soak in as much of the sun's warmth as you could. “Odd.”

A grunt was Link's simple response, and the familiar silence settled between the two of you. A silence that only lasted a few brief moments.

Link whispered your name, as if afraid to wake you even though there was no possible way for you to fall asleep in such little time. You opened your eyes and peered up at him, curious. It wasn't often that Link would want to delve into conversation. He was always quite content with just sitting next to you and watching the clouds roll past above you. Even after you had confessed your feelings for him and had started a relationship, Link still preferred to keep his words to himself most of the time.

However, you had to keep in mind that it hadn't been that long ago that the two of you had decided to take that step forward. There hadn't even been enough time for the villagers to notice that you two were now more than friends.

“What is it?” You asked, turning your head towards the blond.

Link bit his lip, a question forming in his mind but... he seemed to lack the ability to actually put it into words. He stuttered, then hesitated and stuttered once more before giving up.

“Never mind.” He said after a while, averting his gaze.

Your brows lowered into a frown, now completely sure that there was something troubling him.

“You can tell me anything, you know?” You reassured him. “I promise not to laugh or judge or anything like that.”

He stared at you for a long moment, and you could almost see the gears turning in his head as he considered what you had said. His brow lowered, uncertainty written across his face. He was clearly doubting himself.

“It might be stupid, but if it’s bothering you then it matters.”

Link bit his lip once again, hesitating once last time before quickly mumbling what had him in such a state.

“I didn’t quite catch that, Link.”

“... ears.”

“Ears?”

Link nodded.

“You’re worried about... ears.”

“Not ears in general, just... my ears.”

His ears? You frowned, not understanding what could possibly trouble him so about his- oh. Oh. “You’re acting like this just because your ears are pointy and mine aren’t?” “Not just yours.” Link broke eye contact, gaze fixated on the grassy floor. “Everybody else’s. Mine aren’t... normal.”

Your frown deepened. “Are you trying to say you think your ears are ugly?” Link didn’t answer, but his silence was answer enough. You sighed, dropping his hand and cupping both sides of his face to gently lift it.

“Now you listen here.” You said with a stern voice. “Your ears are the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen and what made start crushing on you.” You turned his head from one side to another, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of each ear. “So don’t you ever think that they make you look ugly, because it’s quite the opposite.”

Link stared at you with a blank expression, cheeks slowly turning a bright red. He was at a loss for words, again, though this time you found it very amusing.

“I... hate to leave, but I have some errands to run before the sun goes down, so... see you later.” You felt a little awkward now after what you had said, but you didn’t regret it in the least. Giving one of his cheeks an affectionate little pat, you let go so you could stand up and be on your way.

You only managed to get halfway before you were pulled down by the back of your shirt. “Wha- Link, careful! What are y-” Link interrupted you by pressing his lips against your own. You were caught by surprise, and since the two of you had only shared a few kisses since starting your relationship you weren’t very sure on how to react. Still, only a few seconds later you leant into him, enjoying how your lips and his just seemed to fit perfectly.

Link was the first to pull away, the worry now completely gone from his face, a wide smile in it’s place.

“Thank you.” He said, before kissing you again. And again. And again.

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Lack of Light || LoZ:TP - Link x Reader

Word Count: 681

"Am I supposed to be scared now?"

Link frowned, turning back towards you with a disappointed look on his face. You could barely see it though, due to him having accidentally dropped his lantern, leaving both of you in the dark. Mostly anyway, since you were close enough to the entrance of the cave that some sunlight barely made it's way inside.

"Uh... yes? No. I meant no."

"Am I supposed to be scared now?"

"Uh... yes? No. I meant no." Link quickly corrected himself, gaze shifting from one spot of the dark cavern to another. "Of course not. Heh..." He chuckled awkwardly, picking up the lantern and brushing off the dirt that had settled on it.

Yep, Link had definitely had something up his sleeve, and you were already suspecting what his little plan was. However you'd keep quiet for now and let him do the explaining. It was adorable how hard he found it to express himself, especially in a situation like this, and you were going to make the most of it.

"Uh huh." You nodded, crossing your arms over your chest and shifting your weight to one side, smiling smugly at him. "Of course not."

You could almost see beads of sweat start to form on his forehead, a hand reaching towards his the back of his head to scratch a nonexistant itch as he tried to think of a way out of the situation. His mouth opened but only stutters came out, a light shade of red settling on his cheeks and on the tips of his pointed ears.

Alright, you'd had your fun. You didn't want to torture the poor boy over something as this. "So... what was supposed to happen now?" You asked, the teasing grin only widening on your features. "Was I supposed to leap into your arms as I screamed in fear?"

The hints of the blush that you had spotted on his face turned at least five shades redder, his stare fixated on the ground as he refused to look up at you. "Beth said it would work." He admitted.

You held back your laughter. Link was already embarrassed enough.

"Beth is a little girl, of course she said something as silly as this would work." As soon as the words left your mouth you regretted ever saying them. They weren't harsh words, but they still seemed to hurt the blond before you.

A sigh escaped your lips, and the smug little grin you had been sporting softened into a delicate smile.

"You know..." You began to say, taking a few steps towards him. "If all you wanted was to hold me close, all you had to do was ask."

You boldy grabbed his wrists and settled them on your waist, prying the lantern away from his fingers and letting it fall to the ground once more. "There was no need for little games." You said as you placed your hands on his chest, leaning into him.

Once more you had to hold back your laughter, for you had never seen someone with such a deep blush as the one Link currently had spreading all the way down to his neck. Still, he showed no intention of backing away from you.

Finally, his gaze lifted to meet yours, the corners of his mouth slowly turning upwards into a shy little smile, making your heart skip a beat. "Can I...?" He stopped himself, hesitating for a few seconds. "Can I kiss you?"

His question surprised you, and now it was your turn to have red cheeks. He had caught you quite off guard, such a forward question after he had been acting so shy.

You nodded, and leaned in to gently press your lips against his in a chaste kiss. Link's lips were rough, quite the contrast to your own soft lips, but it was a good contrast. Just right.

Link was the first to pull away, face still red but not as intense as it had been before. He grinned and pressed your foreheads together, the tips of your noses brushing against one another.

"Guess we should go tell Beth about your success, huh?"

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