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1252291 · 3 years

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prompt: look at him baby. he looks just like you. or as i like to call it: GIVE THIS MAN A CHILD!!

word count: 700+ warnings: none! just brief mentions of a lil bit of pain, but i mean inevitable seeing as you pushed a human out of your hooha. tagging: @bagsyy ;)

You hated him.

Screeched the fact at him for the last five hours you’d been in labour, and more times than you could count on both hands in the last thirty minutes when you’d finally been allowed to push.

And you had hated him, but the charade couldn’t go on forever; you’d only hated him for the amount of pain that you had endured, but now hatred was replaced with warmth.

When Jean sat on the bed, it dipped underneath his weight. His eyes were trained on the small child against your bare chest, hidden slightly by the blanket thrown over the two of you, and he smiled.

“You made that,” he whispered, afraid to startle the baby. “He’s so little.”

You nodded, tugging the blanket back a little more to reveal the rounded features of your newborn son. One that closed small fist, and ungracefully tried to cover his eyes. He wasn’t used to the world being so bright yet, and it triggered Jean’s smile.

“I guess you helped,” you teased quietly. “Wanna hold him?”

Uncertainty flashed across Jean’s features, pulling his brows into a slight furrow and a soft rumble of hmm in his chest. He wanted to – you could tell he wanted to, but he’d also confessed so many times before that he was afraid to hold something so fragile.

“How?”

“Just support his head with your arms,” you answered, sitting up a little more despite the way your body ached, and screamed for you to keep lying down. Jean scooted closer, hands trembling as he slid them underneath the baby, until he was able to lift him away from your body.

He was wrapped in a green blanket, half-knitted by yourself, the other half by Jean’s mom. You tugged the hospital blanket up to your chest now that the child’s warmth was gone.

Jean brought the baby to his chest and tucked him into his body, as though protecting him from everything that was inevitably going to come; the world was cruel, something you’d both known too well, and you both knew you wouldn’t be able to protect him forever, but for now, you would try.

“Wow.”

You laughed softly despite the way it hurt, and leaned against Jean’s arm, cheek rested against his shoulder as you both looked down at the baby cradled in his arms.

“He looks like you,” you commented, reaching down to tuck the blanket underneath your sons chin. His features weren’t as sharp as Jean’s, but you could tell he would grow into them eventually.

“Lucky kid,” Jean answered, grinning as he turned his head to look at your tired expression. When he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, you hummed contently. His lips were soft when he spoke again, still ghosting over your skin, “so, we’re gonna try for a daughter next?”

A choked sound made it out of you. You pulled back to look up at him with brows risen, “excuse me? We haven’t even named him yet, and you’re trying to talk about our next baby already?”

His smile only grew more.

“Fine,” he started, looking down at his son thoughtfully before confiding, “I like (s/n).”

The baby was starting to wake up now, but he wasn’t making a fuss. A soft, chubby arm reached up, and his fist closed around the first thing he made contact with – which happened to be Jean’s shirt. You smiled, knowing Jean’s heart was melting just as quickly as yours.

“He looks like a (s/n),” Jean continued. “Don’t you think?”

“(s/n),” you hummed, as though you both hadn’t meticulously gone through baby names for hours throughout your pregnancy. It wasn’t a name that you’d both gone back to a dozen times, but rather something Jean had brought up a few days before. But looking down at your son, it seemed right. “I like it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You hid your soft smile against his arm, but he could feel the curve of your lips against his skin. Jean smiled too, cooing softly at (s/n) as he worked the fabric of his shirt away from him to present his finger instead. And when (s/n) wrapped his tiny fingers around Jean’s, you lifted your head to watch.

And if Jean’s eyes were dusted with light tears, that was alright with you.

#jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirshtein #attack on titan #aot x reader #how long until tags don't work anymore lmao #this is written for cass and like cass only IM NOT EVEN GONNA FUCKIN LIE #but also for all of u that wanna be down with jean and his BAYBEEEE #this would've been a daughter but ..............

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luvforereh · 3 years

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## 𝑀𝐼𝐾𝐴𝑆𝐴 / 𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑁 / 𝐴𝑅𝑀𝐼𝑁 𝐼𝐶𝑂𝑁𝑆

𖥻 💭ʾ ˖ ۫ 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞/𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 ⋰ 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ٪ !ִֶָ ࣪✸ ָ࣪

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lovingjeankirstein · 3 years

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@ohrintarou submitted: HIIIII CASSIEIEEIE i’ve been trying to think of an aot request and i’m thinking of being in a friend group with sasha connie and jean PDHF IT WOUDL BE SO CHAOTIC BUT KEEP DOING WHAT UR DOING ILYY AND TAKE CARE OF URSELF!!<3333

SHO SHO!! this is actually such a cute idea i’m living. ty for encouraging me to start writing on tumblr and being such a sweet friend ilysm <3

gn! reader (ofc) CW: language. again. lol.

being in a friend group with sasha braus, connie springer, and jean kirstein headcanons

PLS THIS GIF LITERALLY SUPPORTS HOW CHAOTIC THEY ARE LMAO I LOVE THEM <3

if you’re also chaotic like sasha and connie, you’d join in on their bullshit and levi would scold you guys

he’d scold jean too even if he didn’t do anything bc he’s also apart of the group 💀

levi: oi shut up brats why’re you so loud so late in the night

jean: yeah guys settle down you’ll get extra chores and i don’t wanna hear you guys complain

levi: tch you too jean

jean: ?!?!?

if you’re more lowkey, you help jean settle the other two down when it comes to training so they don’t get in trouble 💀💀

one of them prolly had a short, tiny, crush on you at one point.

staying up late at night talking about anything and everything together

also trying to muffle your guys’ laughs in the pillows to avoid getting caught past curfew.

sasha steals everyone’s food so you all collectively have to restrain her to get your food back

speaking of which ^ during that scene in the gif i used, you guys would be laughing so hard at the same time when trying to get the meat out her mouth.

you still save her a couple slices of meat for when she wakes up bc you guys feel a little guilty.

connie likes to talk to you when something is bothering him and vice versa. i feel like he’s a great comfort person.

jean like to help you train if you wanna train more or need tips but he’ll be so cocky.

I GET THE VIBES THAT YOU’D ALL PLATONICALLY CUDDLE SOMETIMES BC IT’S SO COMFORTING.

you guys will always have each other’s back no matter what.

one of you are in trouble during a mission? someone is there to assist and save the other. can’t sleep? someone will be there to talk until you both fall asleep.

someone is pissing one of you off? you’re all ready to beat someone’s ass. stuck doing extra chores? they’ll be there either to keep you company or help you out.

you guys are really comfortable too. atp, you’re family and can go to each other for anything.

to rant, a laugh, share a story that happened the other day, literally anything.

PRANK WARS ON EACH OTHER

omggg and then hysterically laughing if the pranked person falls for it badly.

(if you’re a nicosha shipper (niccolo x sasha)) you three are her and niccolo’s wingmen/woman pls. (my grammar is so bad in this post i’m sorry it’s so hard lmao.)

all of you like to poke fun at her crush but you’re all happy she found someone she really loves.

ALL OF YOU TRY TO HINT AT NICCOLO THAT SHE HAS A CRUSH ON HIM TOO

(here come the protective sibling speeches when they do get together)

taking care of each other if someone gets hurt/are in the infirmary.

after missions you always look for each other to make sure everyone else is safe and okay.

YOU GUYS TELL EACH OTHER THE MOST RANDOM SHIT NO MATTER HOW DUMB IT SOUNDS

when you have off days you guys like to go to town and walk around window shopping.

and treating yourselves to good food bc you guys deserve it.

PICKING UP EACH OTHERS SLANG/MANNERISMS BC YOU’RE AROUND EACH OTHER SM IT’S SO CUTE

fights don’t last long (unless it’s really serious). you guys probably make up by the end of the day or at breakfast next morning.

if you’re a short reader, you get mad at them for growing even taller. like damn you tall ass trees.

they will never let you suffer alone and same goes for you to them.

if something is bothering you or you’re upset, they will go through it with you and make sure you know you’re not alone.

lastly, no matter how upset you are with each other, or what time of the day it is, you guys will always let each other know how much you love and care of each other (no matter how cheesy it is) <3

SORRY THIS WAS LOWK VAGUE IM TRYNA PRODUCE STUFF AFTER NOT WRITING FOR LIKE A WHOLE WEEK

i hope you still enjoyed tho sho sho LOVE YOU SM <3

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navelluarts · 1 year

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He says good morning 😫

#aot #jean aot #jeanaot #jeankirstein #jean kirstein #jeankirshtein #jean kirshtein #attackontitan #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #snk jean #snk #aot jean

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harunokazesblog · 3 years

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Aot chinese fandom is hilarious 👀

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #snk manga #aot #snk spoilers #snk manga 139 #aot manga 139 #mikasa ackerman #jean kirstein #jean kirshtein #jeanmika #jeankasa

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selsdraws · 2 years

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ok hear me out.. farm boy jean and city boy marco...

#selsdraws #digital art #digital artist #jeanmarco #jean kirshtein #marcobotd #au #snk #aot

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lostinwildflowers · 3 years

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Jean Kirstein x Reader

Summary: You and your best friend, Jean, are cleaning up your ODM gear when an urgent request for you comes from Erwin's office. What will he tell you, and what will it mean for your friendship with Jean?

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: slight angst, spoilers for season two with Christa/Historia, slight canon divergence, fluff otherwise(and tons of soft AND flirty Jean-bo) :)

A/N: Hey everyone!! This is my contribution to both my own Royal AU Collab that's been going on for a while, but this is also a submission for @anlian-aishang 's August Prompt Event! I hope you enjoy some AOT content for Jean-bo! -Birch<3

“Do you always have to act like you’re the best, or are you dumb enough to think you’re actually that good?” you ask as you stick your tongue out, (colored) eyes narrowed in a playful glint. The tall, sandy-haired boy behind you grimaces as he replies back, “I know I’m good, Y/n, what makes you think you can keep up with me?”

You roll your eyes at Jean as you head toward a repair room, your boots clacking against the hard wooden floors as he follows you. Jean soon catches up and pries the door open, walking in before you as he sticks his tongue out at you.

You huff at your best friend as he slides into the room, pulling off his gear as fast as he can while you shut the door behind him. You join him by the workbench, pulling at your gas canisters and blades as you mumble, “I know I can’t keep up with you, that’s why I need to get my gear fixed up to help me.”

Jean simply tuts at your words, leaving silence to fill the room while he begins to clean his gear. After a moment or two he pipes up, “You aren’t that bad, you just get a little ahead of yourself sometimes, and that’s what causes you to fall behind. You need to slow your movements down and be more precise.”

You blink in surprise at Jean as you ponder over his words, a faint warmth creeping through your face as you mumble a quiet thanks. Jean continues to clean the triggers on his blades in silence, leaving you to adjust your ODM straps in peace.

After a few minutes of silent working, a knock sounds out on the door, causing the two of you to pause and glance at each other in confusion. A brown head of hair peeks around the door, eyes wide with concern as they latch onto you.

Moblit moves around the door as he chirps, “Soldier Y/n L/n, Commander Erwin Smith requests to see you right away!” The poor man gives you a slightly shaky salute as he glances at Jean with slight worry in his eyes and then continues, “Alone!”

You share another confused and slightly panicked look with Jean before setting down your equipment and giving Moblit a quick salute. You nod at Jean and call over your shoulder, “I’ll be back soon, Jean! If it ends up being late, would you mind putting my gear back together?”

But before you can hear his response, Moblit is pulling you out of the room and down the hallway, and the door that had been open swung shut with a firm bang. The walk to Erwin’s office is quiet between you and Moblit, the high upper officer not giving any hints at what information Erwin possibly needed from you.

Erwin’s door appears before you a lot faster than anticipated and at the sight of the wooden door, your nerves suddenly hit you, causing your heart to race and butterflies to swarm in your stomach.

When you enter the room, Christa is waiting at Erwin's desk, where the commander was reading over a sheet of paper before giving you a slight smile and a nod at Moblit. Christa gives you a kind smile as the door clicks shut behind you and you turn to Erwin nervously.

“Y/n L/n, I have brought Christa here to inform you of something that no other person on this island knows about,” Erwin states as he turns to Christa and gives her an encouraging look. Christa turns to you and murmurs, “I’m of royal bloodline, Y/n, and you are too. We both have claims to the throne on this island.”

The air grows still around you as Christa’s voice fades out and the pounding of blood in your ears takes over. Royal bloodline? Related to Christa? What the hell is going on?

Christa continues, “My real name is Historia Reiss, and I-” “No. This- this can’t be right! I- my family came from the underground! This isn’t possible!” you exclaim as you turn to Erwin, a confused and exasperated expression coating your face.

Erwin just sighs and stands up as he replies, “Y/n, Historia is telling the truth. We don’t know the specifics of it yet, but it seems as though your parents had a connection to the Reiss family generations ago, before the walls, before the island. You two are related, though you mustn't tell anyone.”

At Erwin’s words you also stand up, adrenaline rushing through your system, you yell, “I don’t believe you! Why would you tell me all of this?! I have no idea what to even-” Your words are cut off by the sudden onset of tears, and you turn away from both Erwin and Christa, well, Historia, before getting up and walking out of the room.

The second you are out of Erwin’s office, you let yourself cry, tears streaming down your face as you hiccup and sob. Your feet carry you toward a place you know you can be safe and alone. Jean’s bedroom in the barracks.

You can hear the voices of Armin and Mikasa calling to you, asking you what’s wrong. You don’t answer them, you can’t. Your throat is caught up in trying to breathe and letting you cry that the only noise you make is a mangled cry, and they leave you alone as you storm forward.

When you make it to the barracks, you don’t even bother looking where you’re going, you had opened the door to Jean’s cabin and that’s all that mattered to you. Your cheeks were stained with tears and your eyes were blurry from the fresh onset of new ones.

Another step forward leads you into something warm, firm, and familiar, and when you look up from the ground, you are met with Jean’s blurry and concerned face. “Hey, hey, whoa, what’s going on? Are you alright?”

Immediately you try to rub your nose, brush away your tears and turn around, but Jean’s arms are lightning-fast, gripping onto your shoulders while leaning down to look you in the eye. “Hey, I’m serious. What’s going on?”

A whimper falls from your lips and you can see Jean’s features soften, and he releases his grip on you a little. He slides his hands from your shoulders up to your face, where he wipes your tears away soothingly, brushing his thumbs side to side in an attempt to ease your stress.

You huff quietly, trying to let your constricted lungs relax, and you slump toward Jean’s chest, allowing yourself to wrap your arms around him tightly as you clutch at him.

You sniffle out, “Jean… I’m not who anyone thought I was. Not even me. I-” Your voice breaks as a sob overtakes you and then you squeak out, “I don’t even know who I am.”

Jean stiffens under your touch, and you can tell that you’ve confused him. You couldn’t really elaborate because you stormed out on Erwin and Historia, so you keep your mouth shut and hug Jean as tight as you can.

One of his hands brushes over the top of your head and he murmurs, “Are you alright? You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong but I do want to make sure that you’re okay.”

Jean pulls back slightly, and when you look up at him, all you can see is a pure concern in his eyes. You sigh and pull away, moving to sit on the edge of his bed as you wipe at your eyes and sniffle again.

You clear your throat before mumbling, “Well, Jean… I’m- I’m a princess. Somehow I’m related to Christa and everything I grew up with is a lie.” Jean blinks owlishly at you for a moment before blurting out, “I like a princess? That’s kinda cool you know.”

It’s silent for a moment before Jean realizes what he said. His cheeks are dusted red as he fumbles, “I- I didn’t mean it like that! Well, I do think it’s cool that you’re a princess and I happen to like you but I wasn’t supposed to say it like this and now you probably think I’m a loser...”

You can’t help but laugh at Jean as he waves his hands and blushes furiously, rambling about how he did and didn’t mean what he said. You eventually grab one of his wrists and say, “Well, I like you too, Jean. And not because I’m a long-lost princess in search of a protector, but you can do that if you want.”

Jean smirks at the end of that, your words shooting straight to his ego as he slyly remarks, “Gladly, milady.” You groan and go to fall backward at his words, your eyes rolling in playful annoyance, but Jean’s grip on your wrists has you stopped in your tracks.

He pulls you to your feet in a swift movement before leaning down to place a kiss against your lips. It’s not the most amazing kiss ever, you can feel Jean’s slight nerves in his movements, and you can feel your heart pounding as your eyes flutter shut.

It may not be the perfect kiss, but in that moment, you could’ve felt like the princess you are. Jean’s grip around you was firm and warm, a familiar constant that you knew you could rely on. Yes, you were both inexperienced and nervous, but that’s what made it so special and memorable.

When Jean finally pulled away, he flashed you a show-stopping grin and you once again rolled your eyes at him. With a playful swat at his chest, you grumble, “Just because I’m a princess doesn’t mean you need to call me anything weird.”

“Can I call you mine?”

“Jean!!!”

“Yes, milady?”

Well, let’s just say that Jean had a few lessons to learn from the newly found princess, but the two of you would navigate your newfound status together, and you would no longer be hidden to the world.

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