AOT×Reader Oneshots

Did it Work? {Jean}

Jean×Reader

You swung through the trees with your 3DM Gear for training. You heard someone coming up from behind you. You turned your head to see Jean Kirstein swinging behind you.

"Hey L/n!" He called. Your stomache did a little flip.

"What do you want, Kirstein?!" You yelled, not once stopping maneuvering through the vast forest.

"Wanna ride a horse?!" You became flustered so you decided not to answer. This just made everything awkward, all things considered. Like your massive crush. You didn't exactly know what to do, so you just maneuvered. away.

"Hey wait!!" Jean yelled, going after you.

"Go away!" You shouted, trying to get away faster. You finally reached the HQ and walked inside to put your gear away.

I don't actually know what to call it

"Hey Y/n?" Your face turned bright red as you groaned and refused to turn around.

"What do you want now, Kirstein?" you asked through gritted teeth.

"You know you're perfect and there's only one thing I'd change about you," he said. Though you couldn't see Jean's face, you already knew he was smirking.

"Uh, I uh...Ah-um hunngh?" You stuttered, trying and failing not to make a fool of yourself.

"The only thing I would change about you is your last name," he said to a little tune.

"WHAA-?!?!" You screamed, accidentally knocking your gear off the table. You frantically moved to pick it up, but tripping over literally nothing in the process. You heard a small chuckle, and looked up to see an outstretched hand and a pair of light-brown orbs staring back at you.

I'm using the word orb instead of eye...This is my life now

Your blushing intensified even more as you locked your hand with Jean's. He hoisted you up with no trouble, and smirked.

"I guess you just can't helo falling for me," he said. You bit your lip and turned away, running to go find your best friends, Ymir and Christa.

After a while of searching, you found them sitting on a bench being lesbian for each other. Even moreso than usual.

"Christa, Ymir, help!" You said, your face still burning from the previous events. You kneeled on the bench in front of them, clearly distressed.

"What happened?" Christa asked, looking at you with concern.

"Jean's using a bunch of pick-up lines and I don't know what to do!" You exclaimed.

"Isn't that good since you like him?" Ymir asked.

"I guess but then also it's so stupid and I keep getting flustered and I don't know what to do!" You sighed, burrying your head in your arms.

"Y/n, just calm down and whenever you talk to him just pretend that he's Ymir and me!" Christa said smiling. You took a deep breath and nodded after bringing your head up.

"Right. I'll do that. Thank you guys," you said, standing up.

The next day...

You sat with Ymir and Christa in the mess hall. The three of you chatted about whatever when you noticed Jean walking past. Ymir gave you a knowing look and nudged your side.

"Are the pick up lines really that bad?" She whispered. You shushed her as Jean paused near you.

"Hey Y/n, is your plate hot?" He asked with a sly grin plastered onto his surprisingly attractive horse face.

"Um..no..?" You said. It was literally just a plate with bread and semi-cold mashed potatoes.

"Well obviously it's not hot. Not compared to you," he said with a wink. You massaged your temples while your elbows rested on the table.

"Jesus christ," you muttered.

"Yup," Ymir whispered again, cringing.

That night...

You walked down the dark hallway after taking a shower. Your hair was dripping wet, so you toweled it dry as you walked. You heard footsteps behind you.

"Y/n?"

Oh no...

"Jean why are you here?" you asked, slinging the towel around your neck. Your h/c hair stuck to the sides of your face. He appeared in front of you and leaned against the wall.

"Are you here for another pick-up line?" You asked, shocked at the random confidence. He scratched the back of his head and averted his gaze.

"Actually, were any of those working on you?" He asked quietly.

WHAT?!?!

You choked on nothing at the question.

"Did they WORK on me?! Jean, they're literally the stupidest things I've ever heard!" You exclaimed after recovering. You couldn't exactly tell, but it looked like red slightly tinted Jean's face.

"O-oh..okay. Cuz y'know if they aren't working then I don't really see a point in being here."

"Huh? What...What are you talking about?"

"Well... Marco told me that I should probably explain to you...stuff." His voice suddenly became shaky along with his breaths.

"What kind of stuff?" You asked as butterflies took over your stomache. Your pulse quickened and your palms became sweatier than Bertholdt.

"We-well I've recently discovered that I like you..." Your heart danced to the Can-Can inside your chest.

"Like as in...?"

"We both know what I mean."

"Well um..I um...I really li-like you too," you stuttered, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

"Hey Y/n?" Jean asked.

"Hm?"

"You look a lot like my next girlfriend."

"Are you really starting with the pickup lines again?"

"Yeah...Did it work?"

"Obviously," you said, walking closer to him. You didn't really know what to dk, so you kind of just stood there.

"So are we boyfriend and girlfriend now?" Jean asked.

"I don't know, are we?"

"Well do you want to be?"

"What do YOU want?"

"I'd like to be your boyfriend."

"Then I'll be your girlfriend."

Ha this one was fun to write. I got the idea while looking at a picture of Jean using the U R A Q T pickup line on Mikasa and I was like heh heh...Anyways I might not be able to update Friday-Sunday bc we're going somewhere and my mom isn't letting me use my phone*le tear* so yeah see y'all next chapter!

~Ash