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Reunion I Cloud Strife
Cloud Strife x female reader
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AN: Not really much honeygirl reader and not the best thing I’ve written. Maybe at some point I'll do an AU and incorporate the honeybee in more of the story. The story will not be 1:1 of the game. I'm also extremely bad at writing anything action driven. Might end up deleting this.
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The Honeybee Inn buzzes with its usual chaos, laughter and music leaking through every velvet lined corridor. You're tucked away in the dressing room, catching your breath, when a knock interrupts your moment of peace. "Come in," you call, already expecting the familiar face. The door swings open, and in walks Fawn. She's been working at the Honeybee for two years now, her looks really matched her name, soft delicate features and big brown doe eyes. You helped her find her footing when she started, and since then, you've hardly gone a night without each other's company.
She hands you a folded envelope, her fingertips dusted with glitter from the stage. "This just came in for you." The handwriting on the front is unmistakable. You tear it open. At the bottom, Tifa's name is signed in her looping script.
"Thanks. Tell Andrea I'll be out in a few." Fawn nods and quietly slips out, the door clicking shut behind her. You rummage in your bag for your phone, fingers still tingling from the unexpected letter. It rings three times before a familiar voice speaks.
"Tifa, you know you could've just called."
"You never pick up," she says in her soft voice.
You sigh and lean back, letting your head rest against the wall, eyes tracing the faded wallpaper. "So, Cloud's there?"
She hums. "Figured you'd want to know. He was wandering around, looked kind of lost."
You're about to ask more when you hear another knock. "(Y/n), Andrea wants you out there. Now."
"I gotta go. I'll call you later." You hang up after saying your goodbyes, and head into the glowing chaos of the showroom. Tonight you're on waitress duty. Fawn's already weaving through tables, drinks balanced in her hands. The bartender lines up glasses on your tray, rattling off table numbers. You slip into your routine, serving drinks, charming patrons, putting on an act.
Still, your mind drifts to Cloud. What's he doing in Sector 7?
Fawn finds you leaning on the bar, lost in thought. "You okay?" she asks quietly.
You nod your head, forcing a smile. "Just someone I haven't seen in a long time is around."
She studies your face. "Then why do you look so sad?"
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After your shift, you trudge home, unlocking the door to your tiny apartment. It's not much, but it's close enough to the Inn that you don't have to brave the darker streets at night. You kick off your shoes and head for the bathroom.
Suddenly, a crash makes you spin around. You flick on the bedside lamp, filling the room with soft yellow light. "Moose," you exhale, spotting your black cat slinking out from under the table. He meows, winding around your legs. You scoop him up, feeling the rumble of his purrs against your neck. "Sorry I've been working so much," you whisper, setting him down to sweep up the broken glass.
Moose was just a soggy ball of fur in the rain when you found him. You took him in, hoping his mother would come for him, but she never did. Now he's your shadow, the one creature who makes coming home less lonely. You always wanted a cat as a kid, but your mom never allowed it. The closest you got was at Tifa's house, trailing after her white cat Fluffy, who was always being brought back by neighbors after wandering around all day.
Before bed, you send Tifa a quick message, promising to visit before she leaves for her mission. You lay in bed Moose curled up above your head, already asleep as you drift off.
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The next morning, you stand at Tifa's rusted apartment door, Moose perched on your backpack. The door creaks open. "Hey," Tifa greets you, and Moose immediately hops down, making himself at home.
You settle on the couch, watching Tifa kneel to scratch Moose behind the ears. "So, what's Cloud doing here?" you ask, trying to sound casual.
She shrugs, worry flickering across her face. "He showed up at the station. He looked... off. I tried talking to him, but he barely responded. He's coming with us."
You frown, confusion clear on your face. "Why? You just said he's not himself. Are you sure it's safe for him to go along with your Avalanche stuff right now?"
Tifa stands, rolling her eyes but smiling at you. "You always worry."
You rise to your feet too, voice gentler. "I know you want to stop Shinra. I just don't want something to happen to you, or for them to send someone after all of you."
She gets it. You've always been the cautious one. Tifa met a man named Barret and his daughter Marlene. She helped them when they had no place to go. They became family for her. They've been a resistance group for a while now. She's tried to pull you into the fight, but you're no fighter. You help in your own ways, gathering intel from loose-lipped soldiers at the honeybee, sometimes stealing key cards, or watching Marlene when the group is out risking their lives.
You and Tifa walk to Seventh Heaven together, where the rest of the crew is packing up.
"Y/n!" Marlene squeals, running to you. You scoop her up, hugging her tight. The room is filled with quick goodbyes and last-minute checks.
You set Marlene down and spot him, Cloud, standing by the bar. His eyes are already on you a flash of recognition in his stunningly blue-green eyes. Did they always look like that? It's been years, but he looks nearly the same spiky bright blond hair, the same pouty look, just taller and now wearing a familiar uniform. A SOLDIER uniform.
"You're a SOLDIER," you say, breaking the silence.
"Ex-SOLDIER," he corrects quietly.
"Sorry." The word hangs between you, awkward and heavy. The others pretend not to notice, even little Marlene sensing the tension.
The last time you spoke was the night before he left. You remembering being a little upset because he spoke to Tifa before you. It was nothing against Tifa, just that you had a small crush in Cloud growing up. He told you and Tifa he wanted to join Shinra's SOLDIRER program. It seems like it's not going to well if he's here helping avalanche.
Once the group is ready, Barret gives Marlene a bear hug, tells her to be good for you, and they leave.
The day passes quietly. You keep Marlene entertained, cook her lunch and dinner, walk around with her outside so she's not stuck inside all day. After she's tucked in bed asleep, you start to doze off too.
A door creaks open, waking you. Tifa slips in, looking shaken. "What happened?" you ask, heart racing.
"The explosion was bigger than planned," she says, her voice trembling. "You should stay at my place tonight.",small>
As you walk back to her apartment, she tells you everything. How they got separated from Cloud. How she doesn't even know if he's alive. This is what you always worried you whenever they went out there.
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The next day you're back at the Honeybee Inn, working through another long night. Your feet ache in your heels, but you're waiting outside one of the private rooms for a "special guest," as Andrea put it. You adjust your costume, wishing you could trade it for something more comfortable.,small>
"Our honored guest."
Your heart skips. Standing there is Cloud. You feel your cheeks flush. A part of you feels embarrassed that he's seeing you like this. Your uniform was revealing. A black and gold leotard with a fuzzy collar, a stinger attached to the back, fishnets, an antenna headband, and wings on your back. No one from your personal life has ever saw you in it except for Tifa. The other honeygirls help Cloud practice, he looks awkward and very aware of you watching. After a few minutes they drag him out of the room with you following behind.
Andrea gestures for you to bring Cloud on stage. You take his arm, feeling the tension in his muscles, and pull him up. He gives you a look you can't quite decipher. When Andrea takes over, you slip offstage and join a woman in a red dress, Aerith, she tells you her name is. She's laughing, cheering, and you can't help but join in, swept up in the ridiculousness of it all.
Later, you're back in the private room with Cloud. He sits stiffly as you finish his makeup. He tells you Aerith wants to rescue Tifa, who's been taken by Don Corneo's men. He didn't want Aerith to go alone, so now he's in a dress, trying to pass for a woman.
"So, you weren't going to help Tifa?" you tease, capping the lipstick.
Cloud shrugs, face unreadable. "She can handle herself."
You reach up to wipe a smudge of makeup from under his eye. He takes in a breath. You move back after realizing how close your faces were. When you're dine Cloud abruplty leaves the room. You wish Aerith good luck and tell her and Cloud to tell you how everything goes.
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News spreads fast, the plate dropped on Sector 7. You haven't heard from anyone in a while. You tried calling since they weren't letting just anyone go there. You had no choice but to carry on without knowing anything. Even if you went looking for the group you wouldn't even know where to start.
After another late shift, Fawn peeks in. "Someone's here for you, the cutie from last time."
You hurry out to the lobby, relief flooding you at the sight of Cloud. "Cloud!" You throw your arms around him, barely holding back tears. "I was so worried. I heard about the plate, and I couldn't reach anyone."
He wraps his arms around you, resting his head against yours. "They took Aerith. She's being held in a Shinra lab. We're going after her."
Cloud brings you to Aerith's house. Everyone was there since they weren't able to go back home. They go over the plan on what they're going to do once they get in. You're sitting outside with Marlene, she's next you reading a book Elmrya gave he to keep her busy.
"She saved me," Marlene says, breaking the silence. "Aerith did." Before you can reply, Barret calls her inside.
You stay, sitting in your spot watching the sky. The grass is green here, flowers blooming, water flowing, beauty like this is rare in the slums. You hope Aerith's okay. You only spoke with her briefly, but she seemed very bright and full of life. "You staying here?" Cloud's voice snaps you out of it.
"While you all go after her?" You look up, meeting his eyes, you nod, "I don't want to drag you guys down."
He nods and sits beside you. Your arms brush, and your heart thunders in your chest. Sitting this close to him feels like being a teenager again, crushing hard in Nibelheim. The crush never really left.
"What happened while you were with Shinra?" you ask quietly.
He winces, clutching his head. You grab his hand, "Cloud?"
He straightens up, shakes it off, and stands like nothing happened. Weird, you decide not to press him on it since it seemed to have cause him actual physical pain to thing about. You just wanted to know what he was doing before Tifa found him. You follow. "Sorry about talking to Tifa first," he murmurs.
You blink, confused, until you remember, the night he left. "It's fine. I was just a kid with a dumb crush," you mumble, you notice your still holding hands.
Cloud's eyes are intense. "Dumb crush?"
You pull your hand away, flustered, and retreat inside, brushing past Tifa and muttering an apology. Locking yourself in the bathroom. You're usually confident about your feelings, but something about Cloud makes you hesitate. Your childhood crush is here in front of you again as an adult and you still feel the same way you did all those years ago. This is not something you should be worrying yourself about while something much bigger is going on.
The next day, everyone is gone
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Three years pass. Three years since everything changed, since Aerith's death. You remember the day everyone came back, Tifa told you everything that happened while they were out there. You weren't able to reach her like easily while they were gone. Aerith's death hit Cloud the hardest. You all were living above the new seventh heaven Tifa opened. Cloud found a boy named Denzel, convinced Aerith sent him, and took him in. Eventually, Cloud moved out to Aerith's church, you visited as much as you could with Moose while helping Tifa with the bar and kids.
Gradually, Cloud started to open up, telling you about his grief, how he was feeling the whole time. He blamed himself for Aerith's death. The church was beautiful, full of sunlight and flowers, but you knew all Cloud could see was her. You listened, letting him talk more than he ever had before. He didn't want to believe she was gone, even though he held her in his arms.
One night, he told you he'd spoken to Aerith, you didn't ask him how. But whatever was said seemed to help him. He got better, moved back in, but you still visited the church together. Cloud told you about Aerith, what he knew about her during their time together. She sounded like someone you would have loved to know better. You talked about childhood, odd jobs you had, reconnecting with Tifa, and how you ended up at the Honeybee.
"It wasn't the job I pictured for myself, but the girls were kind and it paid well." You laugh, telling Cloud about your weirdest regular at the Inn.
"They didn't make you—" Cloud's voice falters, like he can't get himself to say it.
"God, no." You laugh. "I never did that. That's why I don't get why he kept coming back asking for me."
Cloud has a small smirk. "Well, you're just nice to look at."
Your eyes widen, catching the pink on his cheeks. "A compliment?"
He turns away, hiding his face. Lately, Cloud's been different, flirty, in his own awkward way. He does small things showing that he was paying attention to you. He bought you a necklace that you saw at one of the stalls at the market. You pointed it out to him one time when he went with you to pick up some stuff. You told him the color was similar to his eyes. A few days later the light blue teardrop shaped gem necklace was sitting on your bed. During dinner he would nudge the chair next to him when you walked by.
This is the closest you've been ever. People tease, saying things and alluding to you being a couple. Cloud never corrected them when they would sometimes out right call you a couple, you never did either.
It's slow, the way things shift between you. Cloud volunteers to help with everything. Some nights, after everyone's asleep, you find yourselves together in your room, reading, talking, just existing side by side with Moose cuddling up to Cloud, the cat seemed to take a liking to him. He's there in the morning, while you do your hair. With the kids, he's always close by, helping.
It's late into the night, the house is quiet. Cloud is standing outside your bedroom door and you're leaning against the door frame. He's lingering like he doesn't want to go. "Goodnight, Cloud."
He exhales, low and quiet, about to walk away. You catch his hand, pulling him back. He stops, nearly stumbling into you. You're so close you can feel his breath.
You stand on your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his in a quick, gentle kiss.
"I... ugh," Cloud stammers, words failing him.
"Goodnight." You squeeze his hand, slip inside, and close your door. Cloud stays just outside for a long moment, heart pounding, trying to calm himself.
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I’m so bad at writing romance🥲
I have two versions of the honeygirl and Cloud fic and I’m having so much trouble writing it. I have no idea how to make it romantic it’s so annoying
HEAD OVER BOOTS
citygirl!reader x cowboy!Sukuna // Masterlist
MASTERLIST // Explicit - 18+
Your roommate grew up on a ranch before moving to the City and now she INSISTS that you come along with her to one of the biggest rodeos around. Having moved in not too long ago, you reluctantly agree even though dusty, wide open spaces are a foreign concept to your polished City girl demeanor. By chance, you meet one of the biggest names in pro-rodeo complete with a belt buckle as big as his ego. A cowboy through and through, he hates the City and the people that reside it. Little does he know that lasting eight seconds on a bull is easy compared to fighting feelings for a girl he’s supposed to hate.
Content Tags/Warnings Throughout Work: slight enemies to lovers, eventual smut, Sukuna is a rodeo cowboy, reader is a city girl, slight mentions of blood/injury from rodeo activities, happy ending, more to be added
AN: This was inspired by @indiewritesxoxo's He's (Not) My Man, it made me wanna take a stab at cowboy Sukuna! LMK if you wanna be on the taglist!
Pt. 1 - Long Haul
Pt. 2 - Out of the Blue
Pt. 3 - This Cowboy Breaks Horses not Hearts
Pt. 4 - Let Me Taste What I Need Most
Pt. 5 - Who Do You See When Your Eyes are Closed?
Pt. 6 - Her Evaluation of my Cowboy Reputation had me Beggin' for Salvation all Night Long
Pt. 7 - If You Were Mine
Pt. 8 - Embers in the Ashtray Glow Like Memories that won't let Go
Pt. 9 - It Might not be Anything, but it Might be Everything
Pt. 10 - I've Been Near and I've Been Far but There's Nowhere Like Where You Are
Toxic I Eren Jaeger
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Artist: blustock_
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Eren Jaeger x female reader
Warning: toxic reader. Messy relationship
AN: I’m so bad at titles. And I need to try and give more personality to the characters. I'm trying bear with me.
Summer m.list I Armin I Jean I Reiner
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Eren and Jean are in the makeshift gym area. There's really not much to do in this place, wake up, swim, work out, or flirt and have aimless conversation. Eren's losing track of time. He honestly thought joining a dating show would be fun, a break from everyday life. If he happened to meet someone he liked, cool, but mostly he just wanted to have fun. He was upfront with everyone from the start, he was here for fun, not to string anyone along. And he kept his word. He flirted, joked around had private moments with some of the girls.
Bombshells came and went, each one making an entrance as dramatic as the last. But none of them hooked him enough to put in any real effort. There was always a polite smile, a bit of banter, and then nothing. Until you arrived. You walked in picking him and Jean for your dates. He'd braced himself for the same old routine. But the moment you appeared in that dark emerald dress, the color matching the green his eyes, he couldn't look away. You carried yourself with this easy confidence, teasing and playful, but there was a hint of something softer every time you caught his gaze. At first, you kept your distance, your hand hovering as if waiting for permission. The second he let you know he was open to it, you became bold touching his arm, leaning in close, making his heart pound in his chest. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something about you captivated him, made him forget the cameras, forget the plan.
But then there was the other side of you. One moment you were wrapped around him, laughing at his jokes, and the next, he'd spot you curled up beside another guy. Reiner, this time. It threw him off, made him question every little thing you did. He tried to talk to you about it, to ask what you wanted, but as soon as you looked up at him with those wide, pretty eyes and started acting sweet, he felt his frustration melt away. It was like you had a switch and knew exactly how to flip it.
"I just don't get her," Eren mutters, slumping onto the floor with a frustrated. "She acts like she's into me and then she's off flirting with Reiner."
Jean shrugs. "Maybe actually talk to her about it?" Eren opens his mouth to shoot back that he does talk to you, but Jean cuts him off before he can get a word out. "No, you don't. She gives you those puppy dog eyes, clings to you, and you just forget everything. Try really talking to her for once."
Eren hates how right Jean is. But later that night, instead of following his advice, Eren finds himself flirting with Pieck. Neither of them is interested, but she plays along, knowing what he's trying to do. "She's staring hard," Pieck murmurs under her breath, glancing over his shoulder.
Eren glances toward the lounge and spots you sitting with Sasha, not even pretending to listen to what she's saying. Your eyes are locked on him, your brows drawn together, lips pressed into a pout. He can't help but think you look adorable, even when you're mad. You stand so suddenly the chair scrapes against the floor, and stomp over, slipping between him and Pieck. You grab Eren's arm with a possessive tug, pulling him away, leaving Pieck to chuckle and shake her head as she turns back to the others.
You drag Eren up the stairs, your grip tight, and fling open the bedroom door, slamming it shut behind you. The sound echoes through the villa. "What the hell are you doing?" Your voice filled with anger.
Eren matches your tone, frustration bubbling over. "What? You're always all over some other guy." But as soon as he sees your eyes glass over, your lips trembling, his anger deflates. He sighs, reaching for your hands, wrapping them around his torso, pulling you to him.
You look up at him, eyes watery. "It just seems like you're not really into me," your voice wobbling.
Eren shakes his head, stunned. "What? I'm into you. So into you. You're the only one here who's actually gotten my attention." He doesn't get you. He's always there, always being affectionate with you, always following you around like a lovesick idiot. "You're the one who flirts with other guys every time I'm not glued to your side. I try to be around you as much as I can, but then you say I'm suffocating you. I don't know what you want."
You rest your head against his chest, your body relaxing. "I want you around me all the time," you murmur, your words barely audible.
Eren realizes then that you've been waiting for this, waiting for him to do something, anything, that you could get mad about. Since you walked in, he hasn't so much as glanced at another girl. He's been all in, and yet you're the one drifting off with other guys whenever he leaves you alone for a second too long. It's maddening, and somehow, he doesn't mind. It's messy and confusing, but he finds himself drawn to you even more.
"I'm sorry, Eren," you say, your voice so soft, "I don't mean to be like that."
He cups your cheeks, tilting your face up to his, and kisses you, hard, desperate. You kiss him back just as fiercely, your arms locking around his neck. He lifts you easily, your legs wrapping around his waist, and carries you to the bed. He knows he's not letting you go. Not now, not ever. He knows this is going to get messy, knows it'll probably end with both of you in tears, but right now, he doesn't care. He really hopes no one back home is watching.
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Trying it on for the first time. I think I’ll wear something under the top for now
everyday struggle i fear
I feel like when I write I give too much background on characters in the middle of a story
Can’t wait to wear it but also a little embarrassed because it shows so much I’m not used to that. I need to learn to sew so I can make my own cosplay. Everything I have is bought, not that there’s anything wrong with that. But I want them to look a certain way or I want to cosplay a character in a specific outfit that I can’t find anywhere. And it’s so annoying when they don’t fit me right.
I had to put a timer to take these pics and later saw the lighting was so bad🙂
Honey girl reader x Cloud????
Trying to write it now
Working on a cloud fic but it’s so hard because I feel like I never can write characters personalities good. I feel like I make them oc. I think my writing may lack emotion. Like it comes of deadpan. Tbh it’s how I am irl 🙃
Bombshell I Jean Kirstein
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𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊ 𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊ 𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊ 𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊ 𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧
AN: I actually like how this one turned out. For the first time I didn't rewrite it a million times. Hope you enjoy. I may add more to these stories.
Artist: eyeбegzy
Summer m.list I Armin
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You, Mikasa, and Eren are sprawled out on the loungers by the pool, sun warm on your skin, when you hear some of the girl's gasp. You sit up, squinting from the glare of the sun, trying to see what the commotion was. Then you spot him, a new guy, tall and broad-shouldered, with familiar ash brown hair that immediately tugs at something deep in your memory. Before you even realize it, you're on your feet, leaving Mikasa and Eren exchanging puzzled glances as you move.
He's already smiling, a big, open grin that you'd know anywhere. You barely slow down before you're wrapped up in his arms. "Jean," you breathe, arms around his neck. He squeezes you in a way that hasn't changed at all, then gently sets you back on your feet, holding your hands keeping you close.
"It's been forever," he says.
"I know. I missed you." You're both grinning, but you can feel the eyes on you from every direction. Conversations have stopped.
Reiner's the first to break the silence. "You two know each other?"
You and Jean nod in perfect sync. "We met back in high school," you explain, glancing at Jean. "He moved away right before graduation."
The memory feels startlingly fresh. Jean had shown up halfway through junior year. His mother's job had them bouncing from city to city, country to country. You can't remember the exact moment you became close, but suddenly he was in every part of your life. At some point you began dating, but then, just before graduation, came the news, he and his mother were heading back to France. You knew there was no point begging your parents for a ticket to visit. The two of you drifted apart, the slow, inevitable fading that comes with distance. You got busy with applying to colleges and then moving onto the dorms, classes, you started a new life with new friends. Still, you kept his photos, memories of your first boyfriend never fading no matter how much time passed.
Jean introduces himself with the easy charm you remember, and the girls can't stop staring. It was always like this, someone in school was always crushing on him, at least until they got to know the cocky and combative side he rarely hid. Coming from money and it just being him and his mom, he'd gotten used to getting his way. But it seems he's changed. There's a quiet confidence in the way he carries himself now, less of that arrogant energy, more relaxed, even a bit unpolished. Yes, you dated him during that faze of his life, but you were young and brushed it off most of the time because he was sweet to you. If you met him once you reached your twenties and he acted like that, you would have not given him any of your time.
Mikasa leans in, her voice low. "Anyone here you're interested in?" She's noticed it, the way Jean's gaze flicks to you when he thinks no one's looking.
Everyone is waiting for his answer. The girls try to hide their hopeful smiles, the boys suddenly tense. Jean laughs, nervous, and looks straight at you. "Y/n," he says softly.
You give him a shy smile. Later, when the attention drifts elsewhere, you turn to him. "I can show you around, if you want?"
He nods, and you take his hand. He tugs you up from your spot, leading the way into the house. You show him the layout, pausing at the bedrooms. You push the door open, the familiar scent of laundry and sunscreen drifting out. "This is where we all sleep."
Jean scans the names on the dressers, stopping at yours. "Porco?" he asks, giving the dresser a nudge with his foot.
"That's who I'm coupled with," you explain, settling onto your bed. "But it's not really serious. He's more into Pieck."
Jean flops down beside you, making the mattress bounce. You automatically reach to pull off his shoes, an old habit, while he chuckles, knowing how much you hate shoes on the bed. Even if your feet are dangling off the side. He grabs your ankle and pulls you closer, you're laughing, trying to tug your dress back into place.
"Jean," you protest, but he doesn't let go.
"I missed you," he says, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your ankle.
Your heart stutters. With Porco, you never felt this, never this sudden, electric tension. You didn't feel like this around Jean when you were seventeen, but then, he didn't look like this back then, either. "I moved back to Trost two months ago," he tells you.
An hour goes by. You catch up, talking about everything and nothing, until Mikasa pokes her head in. "Everyone's heading upstairs," she says, glancing at Jean's hand resting on you before looking back at you.
You give Jean a quick smile. "We'll talk more tomorrow." You slip from his grasp, his hand dropping to the bed as you leave.
After your shower, you slip into the dressing room to put your things away. The quiet is broken by Eren's voice, he's perched at a vanity, Mikasa brushing her hair beside him, both watching you in the mirror.
"Jean's in love with you," Eren announces, deadpan.
You roll your eyes, trying not to smile. "Don't be ridiculous, Eren. We haven't seen each other in few years."
"So?" he shrugs.
Mikasa asks, "Did you guys date before?"
You pause, then nod. "Yeah. Almost a year."
Mikasa just nods, resuming her routine. All three of you go back to the bedroom, where Porco's already sprawled with his hands behind his head. You slip under the covers.
You and Porco have been a couple since day one, he stole you from Floch, who's long gone from the villa. It worked, in a friendly way, but it never really sparked. Once Pieck arrived and Porco's attention shifted, you both knew the next recoupling would probably split you up. And now, with Jean here you're sure you won't couple up again.
The next morning, some are eating breakfast or already at the gym. You're at the table with Mikasa and Pieck, quietly eating while Mikasa keeps sneaking glances at you.
"You should go talk to him," Pieck says gently. She's always been sweet, when she and Porco started talking, she came straight to you, not wanting you to be blindsided. She's one of the few you really trust here. Mikasa nods in agreement, carrying her plate to the sink.
"Go, I'll clean up," she says.
You find Jean on a workout bench, water bottle in hand, pretending to listen to Eren ramble about something you can't quite catch. He's distracted, eyes darting to you every chance he gets. When he sees you heading his way, he mutters a curse under his breath, but he's already smiling.
"Jean, can we talk?" You give him the smile you know he loves, the one that always made him melt.
He excuses himself and follows you to the daybeds under the shade. You settle in, Jean lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, watching you.
"Do you still have feelings for me?" you ask, straightforward as always.
Jean loved that about you. No games, just honesty. If you wanted to know something or felt a certain a way you say it. You were the one who asked him out in high school, telling him he was taking too long. He nods, eyes never leaving yours.
"Good," you reply, voice steady. "Because I do too."
Jean can't stop admiring you. He always thought you were so pretty. Ethereal looking. The light blue bikini compliments you, gold bracelets catching the sun every time you move your hand. He reaches out, holding your hand between his, thumb brushing over the two bracelets, one with your name, one with a thin vine pattern.
"You still wear these," he says quietly, playing with your fingers.
"Of course," you say, the words soft.
He remembers searching everywhere for a bracelet to match the one you wore all the time, finally finding the right one when you pointed it out at the mall. He bought it and gifted it to you on your birthday. At first your mom was telling you that you can't accept the gift because it was way too expensive and she wasn't sure if Jean's mom knew he bought it.
Jean was too caught up in the memory, he barely notices when you reach out, fingers threading through his hair. "Never thought you'd let it grow out. I like it."
His hair's nothing like how he used to have it, longer now, cut into a shaggy mullet. "My friends made fun of my old haircut until I changed it," he admits, grinning when you laugh.
He hooks his fingers behind your knees and pulls you closer, making you gasp. "Stop doing that," you scold, tugging at your bathing suit.
"You were too far away." He lays his head in your lap, grinning up at you. "My mom's going to love this."
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Can’t think of anything for my Eren and Reiner ones🥲. I think for the Reiner one reader and him are going to already be a couple. Maybe in the Eren one reader is a bombshell?
Recoupling I Armin Arlert
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Artist: artworkbyzuli
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AN: Apart of my dating show one shot series. I will Probably add more to each character's story that won't need to really be read in order. Currently writing the Jean one now.
summer m.list I Jean
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You're lying on the daybed, fiddling with your water bottle, the straw clicking. Five days have passed since that first coupling. Right now, you're officially paired up with Jean. Nothing wrong with Jean, he's funny, easy to talk to, and you both hit it off in those first days. But your attention has been on someone else. You talked about it, both of you admitting there's someone else on your minds. No drama, just a quiet understanding that you'd each be happier with someone new.
Now, here you are again on the daybed, sunglasses pushed up holding your hair back, the sun warming your skin. Next to you sits the guy you can't stop thinking about, the blue eyed cutie, Armin. He's sitting beside your outstretched legs, his sandy blond hair swaying in the warm breeze, ears pink from the sun, or maybe from being this close to you.
"I'd like it if you picked me tonight. But what about Jean?" Armin's voice is soft.
You give him a reassuring smile. "He's into someone else too," you admit.
Later that night, everyone is gathered around the fire pit, four guys stand waiting to hear who will pick them. You can feel your heart thudding in your chest after you finish your little speech, "The boy I want to couple up with is Armin." He smiles, a bit shy, and takes the seat next to you. Your eyes meet Jeans and he give you a subtle wink.
After the recoupling and everyone done talking to their partners, the girl's dressing room is bustling despite it being so late. Hitch stands behind you, fingers weaving gently through your hair as you wipe away your makeup.
"You better be all over that man and show him how much you like him," she teases, grinning at you in the mirror. "He seems on the shyer side. I think he'll appreciate it."
You and Hitch became close quickly. You think her and Pieck would get along. "I know, I just don't want him to feel uncomfortable. Or like I'm moving too fast."
Hitch shrugs, still playing with your hair. "Everything moves fast in here. Don't miss your opportunity."
You walk into the bedroom, Hitch gives you a gentle pat on the butt before heading off to her bed. Armin's already at yours, rearranging the pillows on his side. You crawl under the covers, tossing him a curious glance. "What are you doing?"
He lies down, pushing a pillow aside. "I don't like sleeping with pillows," he admits, pulling the cover up.
You nod, settling in. You're close, but not too close, your head barely grazing his shoulder, your arm wrapping gently around his. You feel him tense for a moment, his body stiff beneath your touch. "Sorry," you whisper, starting to move away.
But his hand covers yours, stopping you. "No, it's fine." He keeps his hand over yours all night.
The curtains open slowly. Being closest to the large windows the sunlight reaches you first. You squint, stretching, and glance over. Armin's still asleep, the sun not disturbing his slumber whatsoever. He's on his stomach, right cheek squished into the mattress, hair messy, a tiny pout on his lips. You can't help but smile, brushing his hair back gently. He stirs, brows furrowing, and you pull your hand away, starting to sit up.
"Morning," he mumbles, his voice is raspy. "I can make us something if you're hungry." You lean down, press a quick kiss to his cheek, and hop out of bed before he can react.
When your done and head out to the kitchen, he's already plating the breakfast he made. He places your plate in front of you as you sit.
"Thank you," you say, grabbing your fork. Armin sits next to you, setting his right foot on the foot bar of your stool, leaning in just a little.
The sun is shining on him making his hair look golden and eyes like crystals. He catches you staring and gives you a boyish smile. If you're honest, you don't know what you would have done if he'd turned you down yesterday, there's no one else in here you want to get to know.
When you finish eating, you wash the dishes together, hands brushing in the soapy water. You're lying on one of the many loungers by the pool, Armin sitting cross-legged on the ground beside you, leaning against the side of your chair.
"Tell me about yourself," you turn onto your side to face him. "We've never really had an actual conversation before last night."
He looks up giving you his full attention. "What do you want to know?"
You think for a moment, then ask, "Are you physically affectionate with people you're dating? Or are you okay if someone's like that with you?"
His ears flush pink. He glances away, eyes darting to the plants behind you. "I've never really been in a serious relationship before," he confesses. "But I guess I'd be fine with someone who's really affectionate."
You nod, relieved. "Good. I like being close, touchy with someone I'm dating. My exes never really liked that about me." A gust of wind blows Armin's hair into his eyes, and before he can reach up, you're already brushing it back, fingers running through the soft strands. His eyes light up, sparkling as he looks at you.
The conversation drifts to your lives outside the villa. Armin tells you he's studying marine biology, he's thinking of working in marine conservation. He tells you about how he was one of the few students chosen to go on a trip to Isla Del Cano in Costa Rica. How the water was so turquoise and clean it didn't look real, how he swam with the sea turtles. It's the most you've heard him speak since you arrived.
"I'm an only child, but I have a friend, Eren, that I've known since we were kids," he says, he's now sitting beside you on the lounger, his hand resting comfortably on your leg. "He was actually the one who convinced me to come here."
"Really?"
He laughs, rubbing your leg absentmindedly. "Yeah. He's got a girlfriend, and they watch this together. I think they just want to live vicariously through me since they've already found each other."
"My friend Pieck is the reason I'm here too," you admit, giggling. "My parents don't even know I'm here. They think Pieck and I are on vacation."
Armin bursts out laughing, head thrown back. "Mine don't know either. I'd die if they were watching this." The two of you dissolve into more laughter, like it was the funniest thing in the world.
Across the pool, Connie is lounging back, arms propped holding his weight, while Jean sips his water quietly after a workout. Connie leans over and says, "She looks way happier with him than with you." Jean shoots him a glare and gives him a kick, but he's smiling too.
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Thank you for reading
I can’t think of anything for my Eren and Reiner ones🥲
Summer
Bombshell I Jean Kirstein
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𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊ 𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊ 𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊ 𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊ 𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧
Jean Kirstein x female reader
AN: I actually like how this one turned out. For the first time I didn't rewrite it a million times. Hope you enjoy. I may add more to these stories.
Artist: eyeбegzy
Summer m.list I Armin I Eren I Reiner
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You, Mikasa, and Eren are sprawled out on the loungers by the pool, sun warm on your skin, when you hear some of the girl's gasp. You sit up, squinting from the glare of the sun, trying to see what the commotion was. Then you spot him, a new guy, tall and broad-shouldered, with familiar ash brown hair that immediately tugs at something deep in your memory. Before you even realize it, you're on your feet, leaving Mikasa and Eren exchanging puzzled glances as you move.
He's already smiling, a big, open grin that you'd know anywhere. You barely slow down before you're wrapped up in his arms. "Jean," you breathe, arms around his neck. He squeezes you in a way that hasn't changed at all, then gently sets you back on your feet, holding your hands keeping you close.
"It's been forever," he says.
"I know. I missed you." You're both grinning, but you can feel the eyes on you from every direction. Conversations have stopped.
Reiner's the first to break the silence. "You two know each other?"
You and Jean nod in perfect sync. "We met back in high school," you explain, glancing at Jean. "He moved away right before graduation."
The memory feels startlingly fresh. Jean had shown up halfway through junior year. His mother's job had them bouncing from city to city, country to country. You can't remember the exact moment you became close, but suddenly he was in every part of your life. At some point you began dating, but then, just before graduation, came the news, he and his mother were heading back to France. You knew there was no point begging your parents for a ticket to visit. The two of you drifted apart, the slow, inevitable fading that comes with distance. You got busy with applying to colleges and then moving onto the dorms, classes, you started a new life with new friends. Still, you kept his photos, memories of your first boyfriend never fading no matter how much time passed.
Jean introduces himself with the easy charm you remember, and the girls can't stop staring. It was always like this, someone in school was always crushing on him, at least until they got to know the cocky and combative side he rarely hid. Coming from money and it just being him and his mom, he'd gotten used to getting his way. But it seems he's changed. There's a quiet confidence in the way he carries himself now, less of that arrogant energy, more relaxed, even a bit unpolished. Yes, you dated him during that faze of his life, but you were young and brushed it off most of the time because he was sweet to you. If you met him once you reached your twenties and he acted like that, you would have not given him any of your time.
Mikasa leans in, her voice low. "Anyone here you're interested in?" She's noticed it, the way Jean's gaze flicks to you when he thinks no one's looking.
Everyone is waiting for his answer. The girls try to hide their hopeful smiles, the boys suddenly tense. Jean laughs, nervous, and looks straight at you. "Y/n," he says softly.
You give him a shy smile. Later, when the attention drifts elsewhere, you turn to him. "I can show you around, if you want?"
He nods, and you take his hand. He tugs you up from your spot, leading the way into the house. You show him the layout, pausing at the bedrooms. You push the door open, the familiar scent of laundry and sunscreen drifting out. "This is where we all sleep."
Jean scans the names on the dressers, stopping at yours. "Porco?" he asks, giving the dresser a nudge with his foot.
"That's who I'm coupled with," you explain, settling onto your bed. "But it's not really serious. He's more into Pieck."
Jean flops down beside you, making the mattress bounce. You automatically reach to pull off his shoes, an old habit, while he chuckles, knowing how much you hate shoes on the bed. Even if your feet are dangling off the side. He grabs your ankle and pulls you closer, you're laughing, trying to tug your dress back into place.
"Jean," you protest, but he doesn't let go.
"I missed you," he says, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your ankle.
Your heart stutters. With Porco, you never felt this, never this sudden, electric tension. You didn't feel like this around Jean when you were seventeen, but then, he didn't look like this back then, either. "I moved back to Trost two months ago," he tells you.
An hour goes by. You catch up, talking about everything and nothing, until Mikasa pokes her head in. "Everyone's heading upstairs," she says, glancing at Jean's hand resting on you before looking back at you.
You give Jean a quick smile. "We'll talk more tomorrow." You slip from his grasp, his hand dropping to the bed as you leave.
After your shower, you slip into the dressing room to put your things away. The quiet is broken by Eren's voice, he's perched at a vanity, Mikasa brushing her hair beside him, both watching you in the mirror.
"Jean's in love with you," Eren announces, deadpan.
You roll your eyes, trying not to smile. "Don't be ridiculous, Eren. We haven't seen each other in few years."
"So?" he shrugs.
Mikasa asks, "Did you guys date before?"
You pause, then nod. "Yeah. Almost a year."
Mikasa just nods, resuming her routine. All three of you go back to the bedroom, where Porco's already sprawled with his hands behind his head. You slip under the covers.
You and Porco have been a couple since day one, he stole you from Floch, who's long gone from the villa. It worked, in a friendly way, but it never really sparked. Once Pieck arrived and Porco's attention shifted, you both knew the next recoupling would probably split you up. And now, with Jean here you're sure you won't couple up again.
The next morning, some are eating breakfast or already at the gym. You're at the table with Mikasa and Pieck, quietly eating while Mikasa keeps sneaking glances at you.
"You should go talk to him," Pieck says gently. She's always been sweet, when she and Porco started talking, she came straight to you, not wanting you to be blindsided. She's one of the few you really trust here. Mikasa nods in agreement, carrying her plate to the sink.
"Go, I'll clean up," she says.
You find Jean on a workout bench, water bottle in hand, pretending to listen to Eren ramble about something you can't quite catch. He's distracted, eyes darting to you every chance he gets. When he sees you heading his way, he mutters a curse under his breath, but he's already smiling.
"Jean, can we talk?" You give him the smile you know he loves, the one that always made him melt.
He excuses himself and follows you to the daybeds under the shade. You settle in, Jean lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, watching you.
"Do you still have feelings for me?" you ask, straightforward as always.
Jean loved that about you. No games, just honesty. If you wanted to know something or felt a certain a way you say it. You were the one who asked him out in high school, telling him he was taking too long. He nods, eyes never leaving yours.
"Good," you reply, voice steady. "Because I do too."
Jean can't stop admiring you. He always thought you were so pretty. Ethereal looking. The light blue bikini compliments you, gold bracelets catching the sun every time you move your hand. He reaches out, holding your hand between his, thumb brushing over the two bracelets, one with your name, one with a thin vine pattern.
"You still wear these," he says quietly, playing with your fingers.
"Of course," you say, the words soft.
He remembers searching everywhere for a bracelet to match the one you wore all the time, finally finding the right one when you pointed it out at the mall. He bought it and gifted it to you on your birthday. At first your mom was telling you that you can't accept the gift because it was way too expensive and she wasn't sure if Jean's mom knew he bought it.
Jean was too caught up in the memory, he barely notices when you reach out, fingers threading through his hair. "Never thought you'd let it grow out. I like it."
His hair's nothing like how he used to have it, longer now, cut into a shaggy mullet. "My friends made fun of my old haircut until I changed it," he admits, grinning when you laugh.
He hooks his fingers behind your knees and pulls you closer, making you gasp. "Stop doing that," you scold, tugging at your bathing suit.
"You were too far away." He lays his head in your lap, grinning up at you. "My mom's going to love this."
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Recoupling I Armin Arlert
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Artists: artworkbyzuli
𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊ 𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊ 𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊ 𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊ 𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧
AN: Apart of my dating show one shot series. I will Probably add more to each character's story that won't need to really be read in order. Currently writing the Jean one now.
summer m.list
𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊ 𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊ 𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊ 𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊ 𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧
You're lying on the daybed, fiddling with your water bottle, the straw clicking. Five days have passed since that first coupling. Right now, you're officially paired up with Jean. Nothing wrong with Jean, he's funny, easy to talk to, and you both hit it off in those first days. But your attention has been on someone else. You talked about it, both of you admitting there's someone else on your minds. No drama, just a quiet understanding that you'd each be happier with someone new.
Now, here you are again on the daybed, sunglasses pushed up holding your hair back, the sun warming your skin. Next to you sits the guy you can't stop thinking about, the blue eyed cutie, Armin. He's sitting beside your outstretched legs, his sandy blond hair swaying in the warm breeze, ears pink from the sun, or maybe from being this close to you.
"I'd like it if you picked me tonight. But what about Jean?" Armin's voice is soft.
You give him a reassuring smile. "He's into someone else too," you admit.
Later that night, everyone is gathered around the fire pit, four guys stand waiting to hear who will pick them. You can feel your heart thudding in your chest after you finish your little speech, "The boy I want to couple up with is Armin." He smiles, a bit shy, and takes the seat next to you. Your eyes meet Jeans and he give you a subtle wink.
After the recoupling and everyone done talking to their partners, the girl's dressing room is bustling despite it being so late. Hitch stands behind you, fingers weaving gently through your hair as you wipe away your makeup.
"You better be all over that man and show him how much you like him," she teases, grinning at you in the mirror. "He seems on the shyer side. I think he'll appreciate it."
You and Hitch became close quickly. You think her and Pieck would get along. "I know, I just don't want him to feel uncomfortable. Or like I'm moving too fast."
Hitch shrugs, still playing with your hair. "Everything moves fast in here. Don't miss your opportunity."
You walk into the bedroom, Hitch gives you a gentle pat on the butt before heading off to her bed. Armin's already at yours, rearranging the pillows on his side. You crawl under the covers, tossing him a curious glance. "What are you doing?"
He lies down, pushing a pillow aside. "I don't like sleeping with pillows," he admits, pulling the cover up.
You nod, settling in. You're close, but not too close, your head barely grazing his shoulder, your arm wrapping gently around his. You feel him tense for a moment, his body stiff beneath your touch. "Sorry," you whisper, starting to move away.
But his hand covers yours, stopping you. "No, it's fine." He keeps his hand over yours all night.
The curtains open slowly. Being closest to the large windows the sunlight reaches you first. You squint, stretching, and glance over. Armin's still asleep, the sun not disturbing his slumber whatsoever. He's on his stomach, right cheek squished into the mattress, hair messy, a tiny pout on his lips. You can't help but smile, brushing his hair back gently. He stirs, brows furrowing, and you pull your hand away, starting to sit up.
"Morning," he mumbles, his voice is raspy. "I can make us something if you're hungry." You lean down, press a quick kiss to his cheek, and hop out of bed before he can react.
When your done and head out to the kitchen, he's already plating the breakfast he made. He places your plate in front of you as you sit.
"Thank you," you say, grabbing your fork. Armin sits next to you, setting his right foot on the foot bar of your stool, leaning in just a little.
The sun is shining on him making his hair look golden and eyes like crystals. He catches you staring and gives you a boyish smile. If you're honest, you don't know what you would have done if he'd turned you down yesterday, there's no one else in here you want to get to know.
When you finish eating, you wash the dishes together, hands brushing in the soapy water. You're lying on one of the many loungers by the pool, Armin sitting cross-legged on the ground beside you, leaning against the side of your chair.
"Tell me about yourself," you turn onto your side to face him. "We've never really had an actual conversation before last night."
He looks up giving you his full attention. "What do you want to know?"
You think for a moment, then ask, "Are you physically affectionate with people you're dating? Or are you okay if someone's like that with you?"
His ears flush pink. He glances away, eyes darting to the plants behind you. "I've never really been in a serious relationship before," he confesses. "But I guess I'd be fine with someone who's really affectionate."
You nod, relieved. "Good. I like being close, touchy with someone I'm dating. My exes never really liked that about me." A gust of wind blows Armin's hair into his eyes, and before he can reach up, you're already brushing it back, fingers running through the soft strands. His eyes light up, sparkling as he looks at you.
The conversation drifts to your lives outside the villa. Armin tells you he's studying marine biology, he's thinking of working in marine conservation. He tells you about how he was one of the few students chosen to go on a trip to Isla Del Cano in Costa Rica. How the water was so turquoise and clean it didn't look real, how he swam with the sea turtles. It's the most you've heard him speak since you arrived.
"I'm an only child, but I have a friend, Eren, that I've known since we were kids," he says, he's now sitting beside you on the lounger, his hand resting comfortably on your leg. "He was actually the one who convinced me to come here."
"Really?"
He laughs, rubbing your leg absentmindedly. "Yeah. He's got a girlfriend, and they watch this together. I think they just want to live vicariously through me since they've already found each other."
"My friend Pieck is the reason I'm here too," you admit, giggling. "My parents don't even know I'm here. They think Pieck and I are on vacation."
Armin bursts out laughing, head thrown back. "Mine don't know either. I'd die if they were watching this." The two of you dissolve into more laughter, like it was the funniest thing in the world.
Across the pool, Connie is lounging back, arms propped holding his weight, while Jean sips his water quietly after a workout. Connie leans over and says, "She looks way happier with him than with you." Jean shoots him a glare and gives him a kick, but he's smiling too.
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Jean and Reiner are tied for surfing instructor
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Jean
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