"𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙞𝙣, 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙..."
A lift to school was all you needed, in his bed is where you stayed...
Eren Jaeger has grown up in a life of easy money, fast cars and Hell, the g...
Yes, this is a one-shot for y/n and Jean that of course never happened in the Bonnie and Clyde storyline but is fun to imagine if it did.
I want to take this as an opportunity to once thank you all for enjoying then journey but also for some of you to respect the fact that this is a standalone. Please may people stop constantly pressuring me for a sequel or holding this fic over my head and give me the opportunity to grow. I finished Bonnie and Clyde eight months ago and it was my first x reader that I used to experiment with and practice. Now, I have am writing other fics to hone my craft that I personally believe are much better this.
By simply moving on is giving me the chance to focus on works that I am more proud of. It really touches me that this fic was felt deeply by so many of you and for that my gratitude is endless I want you all to remember that. But at the same time, I just want closure from this story and hopefully writing this will give some of you who felt that Jean was a jilted in this fic some closure as well.
This is will pick up from near the end of chapter 38 and if y/n seems quite out of character, then I sincerely apologise. I am currently writing for three different y/ns that all have very different traits (i'm giving myself a split personality disorder I know) that are relatively stronger than this one. So if her behaviour is a little different, then i'm so sorry, her character was a little weak and I'm forgetting about her :(
With all said, please and enjoy this little one shot and until next time my lovely readers (for good this time lol, I'm done with this fic)
This was meant to be in Jean's pov but after so far of writing seven and half hours (in counting) worth of Prince Jean who is a hapless romantic and a dark side, I can't physically write f-boy Jean anymore 😭
M! 💜
Cw: themes of alcoholism, suicide references, addiction, smut (duh!), angst
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"There's nothing between us, Jean. C'mon, let's just go inside. You're drunk you just--" You stammered, until Jean took hold of your jaw.
"Kiss me. Kiss me and prove it." He challenged, thumb stroking over your lips, pulling down on your bottom one.
His thumb was smeared with the mixture of your lip gloss and saliva and he removed it, only to lift his appendage and brush the substance of your lips upon his own, allowing his tongue to filter through and lick it up as well. As if he wanted to swallow and consume the very particles that made up your existence, be at one with every single fibre of your being.
