Attack on Titan One-Shots

Jean X Reader: Winning Touchdown

You are sitting on the bleachers in the front, black and blue streaks painted across your cheeks for school spirit. You are wearing Jean's football jersey, the number "13" big and bold on the front, "Kirstein" on the back. It's the last quarter of the game, mere seconds left on the scoreboard. Maria's team, The Titans, and the rivaling school's team, The Marleyans, are with a score of 6-9, The Marleyans winning the game so far. The only hope left is for The Titans to make a touchdown that would earn them six points, not only catch up, but to secure the game and win. Everyone is on the edge of their seats, Waiting to see who will win the game in the end.

The clock is ticking, seconds going down. Eren, the team's quarterback, crouches down, sweat trickling down his forehead underneath the helmet, getting in formation with the rest of the players. The referee blows the whistle, the deafening screeching sound reaching everyone's ears.

Eren passes the football through his muscular legs, throwing it backwards underneath his crotch, to Connie who is standing behind him. Connie catches the ball, pacing backwards and getting ready to throw it across the field. The pressure is becoming real, the crowd cheering and roaring on the sidelines, you included. The other players protect Connie from getting tackled, while he gets ready for his big throw. Taking a few steps forward, he reels his right arm back, eyes scouting the distance. Pushing his arm forward and letting go, the football takes off to the other side of the field in a perfect spiral, traveling over all the big players heads, heading straight for Jean.

The crowd roars and whistles, applauding the amazing pass. On the other side of the field, the brown ball speeds its way to Jean. The world around him goes in slow motion, the sound around him drowning out, only silence and his ragged breaths filling the void. The lean male rotates his head, shuffling his feet and preparing to catch the ball when his amber eyes spot another player behind him, getting ready to tackle his legs before he has the chance to receive the ball. Jean looks to the player's chest, spotting the number "9". He stops, making a double take. That can't be who he thinks it is. But then when he spots the signature tattoo of a lion, "the king of the jungle" written on the player's arm, he knows only one person has that tattoo.

Reiner. Fucking Reiner. The guy that left your team and went to the Marleyans, blabbing all the game plays to their team and setting Maria at a month back in progress.

Jean panics, suddenly feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. He knows that this is The Titans last chance to finally win the championships, and it all rests on him, but now with his luck, probably the bulkiest player on the other team is about to tackle him to the ground, ruining all his chances.

His heart pounds in his chest, sweat running down his body. He doesn't know how to get out of this. The ball only feet away, in the games final moments, Jean thinks about you. The light of his life. He thinks about your encouraging words before the game had started, giving him confidence for his future performance. "It's okay. You'll do great Jean. I know you will. And I'll be right there on the sidelines cheering for you like always." That is what you had said, and all four quarters, your kind words never left Jean's mind. His amber eyes scan the crowd, looking for your form sitting in his jersey. His eyes flicker to the front, and there you are, arms in the air, an ecstatic look on your face, yelling into the field and cheering for him, just like you said you would. Jean swears that even in the haste of the atmosphere, your eyes meet his own for a second, and that is all he needs to give him strength to win this game, once and for all.

Gaining confidence and strength, Jean knows what he has to do. The brown football heading straight for his face and Reiner charging for his legs like a bull seeing red from behind, Jean jumps high into the air, rising off of the green ground beneath him. The world goes back to normal again, sound returning to his ears. His arms go out, getting ready to catch the ball. The spiraling ball lands in his large hands, and he pulls it to his chest, securing it. He manages to jump over Reiner, sending the blonde boy head first into the ground, eating shit. The crowd goes wild, people yelling, screeching, whistling, referees and coaches yelling in praise. Jean turns around, shifting the football to one arm and fumbling a bit before sprinting towards the goal line. He has this in the bag. Looking back for a brief moment, he sees his teammates cheering him on, proud of the boy for his smooth moves.

Looking back to the front, Jean pumps the arm holding the football to the sky, muscles flexing as he passes the goal line, scoring the winning touchdown. The crowd roars once more, teammates from behind giving chest bumps to each other, already celebrating The Titans final victory. Jean comes to a stop, spreading his arms out to the world and dropping the football, pulling off the helmet and letting his hair free. He pumps his chest, basking in making the winning touchdown. His teammates gather around him, Eren and Connie giving everyone fist bumps, Connie yelling his head off. Jean looks around, looking for one person, and one person only.

You run down the bleacher's steps and speed towards Jean, your legs moving before you even think about anything, the only thing on your mind wanting to congratulate him. Jean spots you sprinting towards him, and begins to run towards you as well, a stupid cocky grin on his face.

"Congratulations Jean! I told you that-" Your words are cut short by Jean's strong arms lifting you off the ground by your waist, spinning your body around in the air. Erupting into a fit of giggles, you grab his shoulders, balancing yourself in his hold. Jean continues to spin you in circles, amber eyes watching you laugh and admiring your natural beauty, a glee filled grin plastered across his face, and you swear his shiny teeth twinkle in the field lights. He finally lets you down, both of you feeling a little dizzy. Not even giving you a moment to calm yourself, Jean wraps one arm around your waist, pulling you close to his body, and his lips entrap yours in a passionate kiss. The kiss is nice and slow, your lips molding perfectly together, his other large hand cupping the side of your face, his thumb caressing your cheek.

The kiss goes on for what seems like forever, only getting interrupted by Sasha whistling on the side, calling your name. "C'mon love birds. We need to take pictures quickly so we can go get celebratory food." Her mouth salivates just thinking of the good food you guys are about to devour. Sasha taps your shoulder, her other hand connected to Connie's, Eren waiting to the side with Mikasa.

Jean reluctantly pulls his lips away from yours, saliva connecting your mouths. He pecks your lips again, getting rid of the string. He leans down and rests his forehead against yours, sweat making his hair stick to his face. "Congratulations Jean. You looked amazing out there." He smirks, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "All thanks to you baby. You're my inspiration." You roll your eyes, a lovesick smile on your face despite his emotional words. "You're so sappy." You intertwine your fingers with his, detaching your foreheads and pulling him towards the rest of the group. "Congratulations guys." You nod your head at Connie and Eren, them giving a thanks and nodding their heads as well in return.

Sasha calls your name. "Hey, give me your phone. You have the best camera quality." You comply, removing your hand from Jean's resulting in him giving you a whine. You hand it to her, and she walks over to Eren on the end, giving him the phone to take the picture on snapchat. Jean comes close to your side, trapping you between Sasha and him.

"Ready guys?" Eren positions the phone landscape, thumb hovering over the circle in the middle. You guys nod your heads, telling him to go on. Connie and Eren give toothy smiles, Mikasa with a tiny smile on her lips and Sasha makes a peace sign, sticking her tongue out. "Say cheeseburger on 3! 1...2...3!" You guys join in union, "Cheesebur-"

Jean moves your head to the side, connecting your lips with his instead. The phone light flashes bright, taking the picture with him kissing your face off. Eren groans, rolling his eyes at his display of affection, while the others just laugh. "Get a rooooom!" Connie cups his face, yelling into Jean's ear.

Jean ignores him and pulls away from your lips with a pop, cupping your face with his large hands. "I love you." You smile, shaking your head, and you place your hands on his wrist. "I love you too Jean."