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Bad boy Jean on laundry day hard to be cool when youāre always a dork
French Jean switches back to his mother tongue when heās really tired, or drunk, or frustrated, or just randomly mid-sentence without even realizing. Itās like his brain goes back to manual mode anytime heās under some influence that keeps him from thinking straight
Jean FaceTimes you every night when he visits his hometown over the summer. And he spends his days collecting little souvenirs to gift you when he gets back
Jean introduces you to all of his French friends and tries his best to translate all of their banter and inside jokes, even though you tell him not to worry about you and to just enjoy the time he has with them. He still wants you to feel included though, so he spends the night whispering in your ear trying to explain whatās going on in the group. (He conveniently doesnāt translate the embarrassing stories they tell about him though)
are you not entertained? is this not why you are here?
ć BSF!JEAN HEADCANONS ć
a/n : lwk old and cringe but it makes me giggle so you WILL be reading ts.
bsf!jean Ā who's disgustingly close for you to be just āfriendsāĀ
bsf!jean who crashes into your apartment every weekend like it's his second home, making up excuses āConnie had someone overā āIt's too loud outsideā āI hate sleeping aloneāĀ
bsf!jean who always clings to you at parties, hand perched over your waist like he owns it and when your friends gag and tease at the sight he just laughs. He doesn't deny it. Not once.Ā
bsf!jean who has your ocs memorized, peeking at your sketchbook when you're drawing and instantly recognizing them with a proudest grin plastered over his face
bsf!jean who loves your personal space, sitting close to you at lectures even though his usual partner is Connie, arm wrapped around your shoulder at all times, hugs that last a minute too longĀ
bsf!jean who's lap you end up being in at the car ride which is too cramped because Sasha decided to scheme behind you both's backs. She'll say āSorry man, I've got my hands full with these snacksā Ā Connie will say Armin's gonna need his lap and Mikasa will ignore your pleading eyes and go back to plugging her earphones in. Eren will just wink at you from the driver seat āNo big deal right?ā Ā and Connie snickers āIām sure it isn't. At this point I bet they've already fucked.ā and Jean just hits Connie hard.
bsf!jean who swears the oc stuff is cringe and something only teenagers do but he'll make his own just so they can date yours.āYour little guy needed a boyfriendā Why? Because you asked so softly, so nicely. Because hell would freeze over the day he said ānoā to you.
bsf!jean who's a little insecure āDo i really have a horseface?ā and you look at him like you've been gutted, peppering his face with kisses and telling him how perfect every feature of his is while he just chuckles beneath you. Faintest of pink on his cheeks.
bsf!jean who sleeps on the couch for, maybe weeks but then he complains that the ācouch is too coldā and instead of scoffing or denying him you just pull your blanket aside, signalling him to come insideāand he thanks all the gods, the greek ones, the hindu ones, the norse onesāall of them just because he got to wrap his arms around you that day.
bsf!jean who has an entire album of your photos on his phone, the ones he takes whenever he thinks you look extra pretty. You don't know it but he always screenshots your stories and takes photos from his camera that he never deletes. And when you get ready to go out, he says āYou look shittyā and you know he's lying through his teeth because he's going to have you pose for the camera for the next five minutes.Ā
bsf!jeanĀ who shamelessly takes the advantage of your habit of coddling your friends when they are sad. Wiping Mikasa's tears and whispering her small "It's okays" when Eren has an argument with her, or rubbing Sasha's back as she frowns in the crook of your neck while she just shoves a middle finger in Jean's face. And Jean? he obviously doesn't take it well. He'll later fake a headache and somehow end up face all up in your boobs. "Y/n, you don't have to enable that creep if you don't want to"Ā Eren will sighĀ "I think it's pretty bad, he didn't eat all morning"Ā you'll say, completely believing his blatant lie. And Jean will just smirk into your shirt, nuzzling further just to spite everyone in the room. Sasha will side-eye you both from the corner, muttering "Get a goddamn room"Ā and Connie will come up with a get-well-soon-kiss, practically sending Jean to fly off the bed and run across the room. Because it's only okay if you do it.
bsf!jeanĀ who shows up with charcoal smudged across his jaw like war paint at lunch, "Tell me why the fuck was everyone looking at me like I'm sort of weirdo on my way here?"Ā he asks Connie, tone exasperated. Sasha and Connie just snicker as they continue to dig in their sandwiches, all unbothered as they go back to getting on Armin's nerves. He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he turns towards you, half because he knows you'll tell the truthāhalf because he thinks you always have all the answers. "Y/n?" he whines, brows furrowing. But your hand is already there, sleeve tucked over your palm as you slowly and so carefully wipe the smudge painted across his scruff. "Because, they 're think you're hot" you lightly chuckle, "even if you look like you've walked straight out of a dumpster." letting your hand fall back into your lap as you go back to joining whatever chaos Sasha and Connie were instigating. Smiling and laughing like you didn't split his world in half with your very own hands. Pads of his fingers brushing over his jaw where your warmth is still buzzing like static before a storm
bsf!jean who'd rather die than confess his feelings for you. because having you all over his margins and gallery is so much easier than telling you that he likes you.
i have a nsfw ver too who's hungryyyyy āŗāŗāŗ????
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something about the sound of you jason todd x reader
summary: falling asleep on facetime with him when heās away on a mission <3 soft, but a tiny bit angsty because jason is emotionally constipated (affectionate) and reader misses him a lot.
Your phone lights up at 2:47 AM with a FaceTime call. Jason.
You were already awake. You've been awake for hours, lying in the dark with the fan on, doing that thing where your mind wonāt settle, but sleep wonāt come either. Just existing in the gap between. You havenāt heard from him in days, and your thumb hits accept before the first ring is done.
It takes a second for the call to connect, for the black screen to resolve into a dark roomāa safehouse, maybe, or a motel. The only light is the glow of a joint between his fingers, flickering softly against his face.Ā
His eyes are low and glassy from the smoke. Theyāre pretty in a way he'd hate you for noticing, lashes casting long shadows down his cheeks.
"Hi,ā he says. His voice is rough, scratching raw against your ear through the shitty phone speaker.
āHey.ā You pull the blanket up over your shoulders and tuck yourself against the headboard. Youāre mirror images of each other now, propped up in separate beds in separate cities. āYou okay?ā
It's a stupid question. You know it the second it leaves your mouth. He looks exhausted. It shows in his shoulders, in how stiff he is. Every muscle is locked in place because letting go means maybe not being able to pull himself back together.
Whatever this job is, itās clearly eating him alive.
His jaw shifts. For a second, it looks like he might say something sharp. Instead, he takes a hit, holds it, then lets it go slow.
"Yeah," he says through the exhale, smoke curling up past his face. āNo. I don't know."
He pauses, and all you can hear is his breathing. Itās deliberate, measured. A pattern youāve come to recognize: him trying to manually override his own nervous system. He does it after nightmares, after patrol, after those long silences that mean he went somewhere in his head that he canāt easily get back from.
āCanāt sleep,ā he adds eventually, like a concession.Ā
You donāt push or ask why. He wonāt give you that. Not yet anyway.
The line goes quiet, and usually you can sit with it. But after the last few days, itās harder, and a quiet me neither slips out before you can swallow it back.
Thatās when he really looks at you. His gaze catches on the old shirt youāre wearing, his shirt, then drifts over the rest of you: messy hair, bitten lips, the dullness of your skin.
A frown pulls his brows together, the edge in his voice softening. āWhatās going on?ā
You hesitate. You didnāt want to tell him this stuff; you tried to tuck it away for a reason. Because how do you tell him youāre having a hard time without him when heās out there risking his life every day? It feels like adding weight to someone already carrying too much. It feels ridiculous.
But those hazy, steady eyes stay on you, patient, waiting, and they pull the truth right out.
"It's just a lot right now," you finish after a while, sounding more vulnerable than you meant to.
"Yeah." He taps ash off the joint somewhere offscreen. "I know exactly what you mean."
And the knot in your chest finally starts to loosen. You canāt believe you almost didnāt tell him. Of course he didnāt dismiss you or downplay your feelings. He never has. For all his stubbornness, all the pulling away and going quiet, heās never once made you feel small for needing him, even when youād convinced yourself he would.
The next drag he takes is slower. Not so desperate.
"That helping?" you ask.
He glances at the joint, then back at you. "Not really."
He holds your gaze for a long moment. You can almost see him deciding whether to say it. When he does, itās quiet, almost boyish: āKeep talking.ā
The weight of that settles beneath your ribs, steady. Jason Todd, who would rather bleed out in an alley than admit he needs someone, is asking you to keep talking because maybe your voice is doing what the smoke canāt.
So you do.
You tell him about the book you've been trying to finish, how you keep rereading the same page because your brain won't hold the sentences. You tell him about the rain earlier, how it smelled. You tell him about the stupid thing that made you laugh three days ago that you saved to tell him and then forgot until right now.
He doesn't interrupt. The joint burns down between his fingers, forgotten, and his blinks start getting longer. He sinks lower against the pillows without seeming to realize it, the camera tilting with him until he's on his side with one hand resting on the mattress. Close to the phone, close to you.
You keep going. You tell him you miss him. You tell him the bed's too big without him.
His eyes flutter closed, and his breathing slows, deepens, losing that tight, controlled edge. He doesnāt open them again.
You smile, small and soft. Heās finally asleep. Truly asleepāthe kind that doesnāt come easy, the kind that never seems to stay.
You don't hang up, just turn the brightness down, set the phone on the pillow beside you, and close your eyes to the sound of him breathing. Itās not the same as having him here. Not his weight on the mattress, not his arm heavy across your waist, not his heartbeat under your ear.
But itās him, alive and still yours, even from miles away.
You fall asleep twenty minutes later, and the call runs until morning.
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Jason Todd is for the ones who never got to experience teen love.
the ones who never got a gift ājust becauseā, never went to parties, never got promposed to, never even skipped class because you were always the good kid.
because he didnāt get that either.
he never got football games, riding his motorcyle to school, or that messy teenage rebellion that you look back on and cringe.
none of that sweet, stupid, carefree stuff that everyone takes for granted
so you figure it out together.
he shows up to your first date nervous, trying not to act like he's not blushing so hard he's combusting, and you take his hand anyway, both of you pretending not to notice how sweaty your palms are as you try to subtly wipe them on your pants when you think he's not looking
you both get to experience it all, justā¦later.
and maybe that makes it mean even more <3
jean kirstein as your boyfriendį„«į”
ā¢when you two first started dating he was super shy but super sweet. he was overthinking everything he said. heād even ask sasha for some advice just to make sure he didnāt mess things up
ā¢he swears heās not clingy, but heās always in the same room as you. finding random excuses to follow you around, even tagging along on errands or sitting through your appointments just to be there
ā¢jean acts impatient and complains about how long you take to get ready, but heās standing there secretly admiring you the whole time and the second youāre done, heās telling you how gorgeous you look
ā¢he acts all tough and hard in the public eye but when heās with you, heās the most caring and gentle man ever. heāll do ANYTHING for you
ā¢jean loves surprising you with date nights. he usually drags marco and connie into it to help him make it special, he wants everything perfect just for you
ā¢heās a bragger 100% especially about you. he acts like heās not bragging, but heās constantly talking about you. any chance he gets, heās mentioning how he has the best and beautiful girlfriend in the entire world. eren and connie always tease him
ā¢he wonāt let anyone mess or disrespect you ever. heās always ready to defend you, even if it puts him in a bad spot
ā¢he has a private playlist on all the songs that youāve showed him and ones that remind him of you. he loves to listen to it on his way to work
ā¢acts of service and physical touch are jeanās top love languages. whenever youāre stressed, heāll handle things like dinner and chores so you can relax, but heās also always right there, keeping you close and checking on you constantly
ā¢he is NOT shy about pda. he loves keeping you close, always reaching for your hand or resting a hand on you
ā¢jean gets super competitive over dumb stuff (games, races, ect.) but if youāre losing heāll secretly go easy on you
ā¢he loves when you play with his hair after a long day or even randomly. heāll lay on your lap and end up falling asleep while you run your fingers through his hair
popular reader x loner Caleb swap au
never stop being obnoxious about fictional character online. you will find like-minded people and it will literally save you
V quick sketch of Punkleb!!!
I cant wait doing it on swing with gege š¤
playing around again?
oh my god we are FUCKING
Mood board for Calebās new card
I need to bite Caleb so badly