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sparklekitteh · 3 years

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Come Back to Me

Chapter 1 - Roadtrippin'

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Pairing: Jean Kirschtein x fem!Reader, mention of Jean X Mikasa and Mikasa x Eren, Sasha x Connie (Springles forever <3)

Rating: CH 1-4 SFW, CH 5 is 18+

WC: 2222 (Ch 1)

Notes: Modern college AU, characters are aged up to early 20s, idiots to lovers, slowish burn, angst to happy ending, pining, fluff and sappiness, smut eventually

Summary: Jean, Sasha, Connie, and their new roommate/old friend Y/N take a road trip to the beach to celebrate the end of sophomore year. Y/N discovers a newfound crush on her BFF Jean but can't be sure if he's really over Mikasa.

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"Sasha, I don't think we can fit another anything in here," Jean sighed.

Sasha had already stacked two large coolers overflowing with food into the back of Jean's black SUV. She struggled to cram a third icebox full of drinks into the space above.

"Jeanathan," she teased, "I’m going to make room because we can't leave without my cast iron pan and the three other bags of groceries."

"Unfreakingbelievable. We're only going to the beach for three days and you’re packing the entire kitchen!" He gritted his teeth as he set his coffee down to help Sasha rearrange everything and wedge in the pan and other groceries. She chirped a thanks to Jean as she playfully slugged him in the shoulder then hopped into the back seat, already pulling strawberry licorice ropes from her pocket to munch on while she waited for her friends.

"Look out below!" A lone suitcase clunked down the stairs with Connie scrambling close behind it. The well-worn luggage barely missed Y/N as it clattered to a haphazard stop inches from her feet. She hauled an overnight bag and beach tote off the last step of the house Connie, Sasha, and Jean had shared since freshman year. She had paused at the bottom of the stairs to adjust her grip on the tote and reflect on the wild ride the last six months had been.

Halfway through her second hectic school year her three childhood friends had welcomed Y/N back into their squad as fourth roommate both to relieve the burden of the rent and to ease Y/N's nerves after transferring to Paradis Southern University. Three grueling semesters at the prestigious University of Marley had sapped Y/N's creativity and energy, and her intense schedule prevented her from forming any lasting relationships with classmates. Worst of all, she had missed this trio of idiots she had grown up with back on Paradis -- their laughter, their arguments, Sasha's bottomless hunger, Connie's bizarre sense of humor, and Jean's...

“All good, dumdum.” She climbed into the soft grey leather passenger seat and arranged her bags to give herself a decent amount of room to stretch her legs. The group had played rock paper scissors to determine who got to ride shotgun and Y/N was glad she had won the seat of honor for the long road trip to Memorial Cove. Relaxing into the seat, she accepted a licorice rope from Sasha and fell back into her ruminations while waiting for Jean and Connie.

"Oh shit, sorry about that Y/N," Connie wheezed as he collected his suitcase and tossed it in the back seat. The cacophony broke her train of thought just as her eyes had traced the flex of Jean’s biceps under his olive green shirt when he pulled the back door of the SUV closed. She quickly refocused on her own baggage, and felt a hint of guilt for staring at her lifelong friend Jean Kirschtein.

They had shared so many years as friends it was hard for her to think of one quality about him that summed up their friendship but since she had been back in Paradis she had taken notice of several new attributes. He had always been a slim and athletic boy but the last two years he seemed to have acquired more muscle. His broad shoulders tapered down to a trim waist and his always long legs seemed to have grown even longer in her absence. Despite the many times they had hugged during their lives, in the past six months she had begun to imagine how his sinewy arms would feel around her waist, pulling her impossibly close to him. She shook the dream from her head with a tinge of shame and stuck her tongue out at Connie.

She and Jean had known each other their whole lives, had grown up as neighbors back in Trost and became inseparable best friends throughout their school days. She smiled as she recalled the day he had seen her off at the airport to start her college adventure in Marley -- both of them blubbering like babies, as if they’d never see each other again. Sasha and Connie had teased them to no end but later that night Jean texted her with a picture of the trio at his favorite restaurant, the pair supplying him with copious amounts of wine and omurice.

The following eighteen months had seemed like a strange dream where calls and holiday cards from her friends had dwindled while they faced their own challenges at PSU, but Jean’s correspondence never slowed during her time away. Even when he texted her to gush about meeting a girl named Mikasa during freshman orientation and shortly after began dating her, he still made time to text or call Y/N to share the events of his day and catch up on hers. While Y/N was happy for her friend to meet someone, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of something she couldn’t put into words, especially when he had sent her a photo of himself looking dapper in a fresh mossy green suit, his nearly shoulder length hair swept back, sitting side by side with gorgeous Mikasa at a cafe. It wasn’t like his relationship got in the way of their friendship since they talked constantly, texting as soon as they woke up and often late into the night until both fell asleep and left the other on read. Y/N concluded it was the loneliness Marley imposed on her that made her feel the way she did, though something about it still gnawed at the back of her mind. When she had mentioned to Sasha that she was thinking of transferring to finish her fourth semester in Paradis, Sasha had reacted with a sigh of relief instead of the joy she had expected. She explained that despite the brave face he put on for Y/N, Jean was a moping, sullen mess since Mikasa had broken up with him during winter break to pursue her fickle relationship with some guy named Eren. Jean had been spending most of his days deep in the studios of the art department, working late into the night and never showing anyone the progress or products of his labors. Once Y/N announced her transfer was accepted and would need to find a place to live, her three friends immediately agreed to move her into their rental house’s walk up attic they had been using as storage. Jean had perked up when she settled into their home though he still spent hours mysteriously slipping off to the Reiss Fine Arts building, never mentioning what he worked on during his time alone. Now he seemed mostly back to his old playfully choleric self as he opened the car door and plopped into the driver’s seat, keys jangling in his hand against his mug of coffee.

Once again interrupted from her thoughts, Y/N smiled at Jean. “Ready to celebrate surviving another year of college?”

“Hell yes!” he grinned in return as he turned the engine over, then ran his hands through his shaggy ash blonde locks, pulling them back into a bun and feeding it through the back of the baseball cap he pulled on. “How about you, Miss Sunshine?”

Y/N rolled her eyes at the nickname he had given her back in kindergarten. “Never been so ready. The first thing I’m going to do is jump in the ocean, and then I’m going to crawl back onto the beach and take the longest nap of my life.”

“I hope you packed your sunscreen, Miss Sunshine, or you’re going to be crispy bacon on the beach,” Connie cackled as he slid into the back seat with Sasha.

“Ohhh, I could really go for some bacon right now,” moaned Sasha.

“Oh my god, we literally just finished breakfast fifteen minutes ago,” Jean cried as he turned to Sasha. Y/N placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and he met her eyes, then gave a bemused sigh. He handed her his phone, already queued up to a playlist he had made for his turn driving. “I made this yesterday while I was packing, hope it’s enough to keep me awake this early,” he explained with a yawn. He rested his hand on the back of her seat as he peered over his shoulder and reversed the truck out of the driveway.

She connected his phone to the vehicle’s Bluetooth, scanning the contents of the playlist as the first song crescendoed. “Not a bad selection, Jeanbo. Plenty of hard driving rock to keep you going and some bangers for singalongs.” Jean smiled back at her even as he rolled his eyes at his mother’s old nickname for him.

“Jeanbo,” Sasha sang behind Y/N. “At least it’s not the depressing junk you’ve been on since Mi--” She was cut off by Connie’s elbow in her ribs and his other hand stuffing another licorice into her open mouth.

“Shut up, idiot!” Connie whispered. Jean became very quiet, eyes focused on navigating the curves in the road. Y/N glanced at him from the corner of her eye, fidgeting with the knitting she had pulled from her bag to pass the time. She cleared her throat, then started babbling about all the things she was looking forward to at the beach -- swimming, combing the sand for seashells, roasting dinner over a campfire and goofing off with her best friends until late into the night. Jean’s neck and shoulders relaxed as he listened to her cheerfully list off her plans for their long weekend. After a few minutes of her rambling, he hesitantly volunteered his own thoughts.

“That all sounds wonderful. I’ve had an idea rumbling around in my brain but I’m not sure how to make it real yet." Y/N looked over at him, hoping to get a hint at what his creative mind had been up to lately but he was unreadable. She noticed a faint blush had crept back into his cheeks, slowly spreading across the bridge of his nose until it disappeared into the scruffy sideburns of a chinstrap he’d been growing. “It would be nice if I could break this damned art block.”

“Is that why you’ve been spending so much time in the studio?” Y/N asked, carefully measuring her voice to avoid sounding too eager.

“Uh… kind of. There was a project I was working on that went a different direction than I envisioned. A lot of these last few weeks have been getting it back on track but since I was going to miss the deadline to submit it for my final project I had to work on another piece in its place.” He smiled easily at her, though the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. He grew quiet again, another new trait since his relationship with Mikasa ended.

“Ah,” she replied. She wasn’t sure what to say next and wished that he wasn’t as guarded about his art as he had been the last year. It reminded her of when they were younger and he protected his sketchbooks as if they contained mysteries of the universe. As they grew older and he began to trust in her unwavering loyalty and discretion he shared with her that his sketchbooks were also his diaries and his drawings often served to express what his words could not. Jean was a bright man who articulated his thoughts confidently but when the conversation turned to his most personal emotions he tended to keep it to himself, patiently stowing away his secrets until he was comfortable sharing and not a moment sooner. Sometimes, she knew, he was only able to express himself through a pencil scratching away at a fresh page until his mind was purged of its images. “Anything I can help with?” she offered.

“No,” he said a little too quickly, eyes widening for a moment before he reeled himself back in. He glanced into the rearview mirror and relaxed when he saw Connie was deeply engrossed in a video game with his headphones on and Sasha had already fallen asleep. “I mean… I’ve had such a rough time getting into the right mindset to create anything and it’s made me a bit superstitious, I guess. I’m afraid to even talk about it much in case it might jinx me, that’s all. Thanks, though, Y/N. It’s kind of you to offer.” He smiled again at her and this time she could see the familiar crinkle around his eyes.

“No worries, I have plenty of things planned to do so I won’t get in the way.” She turned her attention back to the knitted triangle forming in her hands under the rhythmic clicking of her needles.

Jean chuckled deep in his chest as he turned up the volume on the radio and Y/N thought she heard him mumble something like “never in the way.” He shifted a little in the driver’s seat and started drumming his hands softly on the steering wheel, singing along with an old rock song. Y/N joined in on the chorus as she worked away, easing into a comfortable pattern of purling and knitting as Jean expertly wove through traffic on their way to the beach.

Chapter 2

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spicykitteh · 3 years

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Crack Spoiler Free AOT Headcanon, SFW

These were borne out of dumb late night conversations with my son, enjoy 😆

Jean's mom is a single mom. She got pregnant after a one night stand with a soldier who only told her his first name and that he was in the Scouts and she never saw him again. She refused to tell Jean his father's name: Erwin.

Because of that fling, she heavily preached against joining the Scouting Legion and was the main reason Jean was so focused on the Military Police. He believed only psychopaths bent on self destruction became Scouts.

Eld Gin is Jean's older half brother through Erwin from a similar affair.

Erwin, Eld, and Jean are unaware of their relationships with each other until Erwin has too much wine at dinner and recalls the brunette beauty from Trost that stole his heart. With some quick math Jean puts the pieces together and tries to get assigned to Erwin's squad as much as possible. The day Erwin calls him "son" casually Jean has to fake illness and go back to his quarters because he can't stop crying.

Eld never learns of his father's identity 🥺 I'm sorry Eld baby, ILYSM but them's the breaks

Sasha actually hates the taste of plain steamed potatoes but they're filling so she has learned to ignore the flavor.

Armin is the kind of person who talks to you when your headphones are on. He sees them, he's aware you were listening to something. It doesn't stop him.

Marco has a scary good memory and he remembers tiny details people mentioned about themselves but he pretends he doesn't so they don't think he's a stalker.

Connie can't tell the difference between someone flirting or just being nice. However, that helped him realize he's pansexual.

Reiner used to exclusively call women "females" until Annie shut that shit down.

Berthold actually does stalk people's social media for details to bring up in conversation but not because he's a creep it's because when can't remember of you told him the info or he read it. He's Marco's polar opposite.

Floch smells like feet.

Floch also proudly calls himself superstraight and is 1000% gay for Eren.

Annie carries a red Sharpie to correct bad grammar on public signs

Pieck falls for MLM/pyramid schemes EVERY TIME

Porco eats shredded cheese out of the bag at 3 AM like a gremlin. Naked.

Jean, Connie, Sasha, and Marco have all considered a poly relationship with each other but they've all been too scared to talk about it.

Zeke has the scaliest elbows. Thinks letting the shampoo suds rinse over him is good enough.

Oluo is 100% Jean in 10 years if Jean had no character development

Hanji never closes the door to the bathroom

Marlo has a deep fascination of lampposts. He'll tell you all about the fluted columns, the globe shape and what year they were manufactured. He knows everything there is to know about lampposts.

Moblit is the good friend that tells you discreetly when your zipper is down or you have food in your teeth.

Historia is too quick to trust people and has gotten roped into Pieck's MLMs many times.

Ymir would absolutely be a cottagecore lesbian if Historia asked her.

JSC gave each other nicknames: Sasha "Your Mom" Braus, Jeanathan Alexander "Sheeeeesh" Kirschtein, and Cornelius Maximilian Isaiah Demetrius James Octavian "Deez Nuts" Springer. Marco adamantly refused a nickname.

Levi has discussed with his boyfriend Erwin the prospect of adopting Jean but they're afraid Sasha and Connie would be part of the package.

Mikasa hates wearing pants

Eren also hates wearing pants

Gabi asks every person she meets if they can draw and if they say yes she asks for sus "pitchers" of Among Us. She also pronounces library as "liberry."

Falco rants about how much he hates tiktok

Grisha has never let anyone finish a sentence before he jumps in with his thoughts.

Hitch says awkward stuff like "You too!" when waiters tell her to enjoy her meal.

#aot headcanons #jean kirstein #mikasa ackerman #eren jaeger #jean kirschtein #connie springer #sasha braus #marco bodt

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