I think the strangest criticism of queer ships is when people say āno, theyāre best friendsā or ātheyāre better as just friendsā like bitch they are still best friends. Theyāre just also fucking. Whatās not clicking?

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I think the strangest criticism of queer ships is when people say āno, theyāre best friendsā or ātheyāre better as just friendsā like bitch they are still best friends. Theyāre just also fucking. Whatās not clicking?
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Jean Kirstein's the boy everyone in the 104th cadet avoids like a damn plague. A rude, vain and selfish asshole who thinks he deserves a place in the military police. God help himāthere's no way that big head of his would ever fit in the interior walls, or whatever Eren said. You never once thought he was wrong, and you sure as hell smirked behind your stew in the mess hall whenever those two got worked up.Ā
And you? you're the girl who's too nice to say a thing. So, so niceāyou could be a saint . A second Historia if you will, just a little double-faced. In the way you donāt really like him but end up sitting next to him in class and walking around the training grounds as the evening sun rests. You swear you donāt like himāthe arrogance, the vanity and the way he acts like Erenās every breath is an offense against him. But your mouth opens before your mind can think, and you laugh a little harder and make one too many jokes.Ā
This is who you are. A little liar, a dishonest girl who doesnāt listen to herself. No one can betray you better than you do. You become a foreigner to yourself the day your gaze meets another.
Pray for the wicked who dare to fight back the force of love.
And this is how it always goesāyou look past every roll of Sashaās eyes, laugh it off when she spots the both of you together. And Jean? He scoffs back even harder. Their eyes crossing swords over a secret rivalryāitās not jealousy, itās about who can glare the hardest.
āWhat? Worried Iāll steal your bestfriend?ā He scoffs, his casual smirk replaced by a determined scowl. āC'mon, it's okay, you can sit with us, right Y/n?āĀ
āHuh? What makes you think she likes you better than me?ā Sasha bites back, āAnd noāthanks, and this table fucking reeks of hay.ā Ā not even sparing a glance at you she brushes past you, Jean and Marco's table with a bitter look on her face. Because, to be honest; getting on his nerves is the real dealānot fighting over you.
You lightly chuckle at her childish choice of words, eyeing at Marco who's across you who silently does the same. And later, she's going to ask you if she looked cool saying that. Your answer's going to be the sameāa quick flick to her forehead and a "Yeah, had that bastard choking."
āThere she goes, she didnāt even look at you, you sure thatās your bestfriend?"Ā
āYou can see it for yourself when she comes back to steal my bread.ā you lean closer, voice low and careful.
āThen I guess I can steal her bestfriend, right?ā he looks at you, like really looks at you, and you thinkāhas he always been this beautiful?Ā
All he asked was to be your bestfriend, but why did you feel like he was asking to split your heart in two? Quietly, carefullyāruin you with his gaze alone.
Part your mouth open and crack a clueless grin. āSure can.ā
But you crossed your heart and said you were only joking when you said you like-liked Jean Kirstein, so what was happening right now?Ā
Call it teenage stupidity, call it mediocrity disguised as a pretty sight with ashen hair and wild eyes and a sharp tongue that speaks of trouble.
Then why did you moon over his lazy grins and the way he always found a way to make you feel at home? At sixteen, there was no helping your heart that beat out of your damn chest and your body that erupted in flames when his hand found yours. Rough, scratched, theyāre difficult not to flinch at, but these are the only pair you wish to hold onto hell and back. And finally, you realiseāfalling in love wasn't something you could fight back. Not even as a soldier who's all clean cut strikes and logic.
This is how you exist, in perfect harmony. A wild song that strains the highs and lows ofĀ your friendship, cadence high as you two erupt in laughter, filling in each otherās jokes, low as you sit together silently over the ache of your fallen comrades and feel Marco's spark fizz out like a light keeping a dark room together.
And just like that, years flew over the both of you like mornings drifting into darkness of the nights and you were a lovestruck fool before you were a soldier on the fronts. He says heās strong and will never wind up dying on the battlefield, says the stars are damned if he does. But never once do you take your eyes off of him at the frontlines. Heāll scoff before crying if you tell him youāre scared of losing him out there, but this is how it works.Ā
Because heās a shining firefly.
And youāre a dark, dark forest.Ā
Who's scared that this warmth won't last forever.Ā
Now, as you swim in his warmth, thousand fireflies blinking all around, your head is a scramble of thoughts and haze. And for the first time in your nineteen years you realise what it feels like to be drunkāit gives you courage and wobbly knees and a mouth that runs too slow and fast all at once.
You look overhead through your half lidded eyes, there's a soft auburn glow of the bulb overhead that keeps this tethered tent togetherāthen beside you, Jean lays flat, just as drunk as you are, blabbering nonsense low as his suit wrinkles everywhere, his collar popped and hair messy like it's been through war. He'd clearly enjoyed this night without any regard for himself.
Lazily, you reach out for his collar, fiddling with it as you try to straighten it with your wobbly hands. You're gonna fail.
āS-so fucking carelessā¦what am Iāwhat am I gonna do with you, mhm..?āĀ
He cranes his neck to your side, half lidded,Ā he says, āWhat're yaā¦my mom? Leave me alone, yeah.ā Ā he brushes your hand away from his collar, letting it rest above yours beneath his collarbone. The touch is familiar, electricāyou know it all too well but your stupid heart still skips a beat. āAlways soā¦damn bossy, do this, do that. I'm āāĀ
āI'm gonna go over there.ā you manage, not minding his rambling as you look over to a pillow that lays between Erenās ankles, one of his legs tossed over Connie. The stones beneath the layer of this rickety cloth inside the tent were pricking your head and back. You were drunk, yes. But clearly not drunk enough to rest without twisting and turning at the pain. That pillow could do you justice.Ā
āStopāno, stay.ā Jean mumbles, his slurred words coursing through your being like a rush of early winter air. That same hand makes a weak effort to catch yours and you comply.Ā Ā
āYeah?āĀ
āWhere ya goinā?ā āThere, my head hurtsā¦like hellāfloor's too hardā¦ā āThenāthen come hereā¦okay? Donāt you dare go.ā he extends his arm towards you with a dazed grin. And you, with your liquid courage, slowly motion towards him and let your head rest on his bicep. The prickly stones replaced by his warmth. Unaware of the total bliss your head was in as you grin against his collar like a child being handed candy. He smells faintly of alcohol and cheap cologne thatās wearing away as time drags on.Ā
He rests his face above your hair, nose deep into your hair like heās meaning to inhale you whole. His hand finds your waist and rests against it, not demanding, not possessive. Just...warm and benign like youāre some fragile dove and heās asking if he's allowed to touch. So careful, so soft, so Jean.Ā
āYou mad?ā you softly shake your head, leaning closer as your body further relaxes against his. āNuh-uh.āĀ
āYeah, donāt go thenā¦donāt go.ā
āNo oneās goinā anywhere, Jean.ā you want to laugh.Ā How dare he doubt you?
āGood cuz, Iām always going to beā¦right hereā¦for ya, donāt worry about me.ā he brings his large hand over to brush your hair in lazy motions, you feel every muscle of your body tense against his touch.Ā
And you feel your body erupt in flames again, and let the smoke engulf you whole with his words, and let the fire brand you with the proof that youāre loved.
God, youāre loved and you have to deal with it whether you like it or not. āNo, cuz I-I, cuz I love you. Mmh. Yeah.ā
"N-not as a friend, never did."
A beat. Sober Y/n wishes she had been this brave. And this is who you become now, a drunk gallant knight who doesnāt fight it anymore, a dishonest girl who doesnāt lie anymore. Who stopped fighting long ago.Ā
āI knowā¦I do too.ā he says, and your fist curls around his dress shirt and you think you are falling down hard. āYer somethingā¦always so damn clueless, you thought I didnāt know?ā his hand is still tangled in your hair, caressing it.Ā
āIā¦hate you.ā you flutter your eyelids close, grinning.Ā
āCāmon itās okayā¦you know I do too.ā he says, and he catches you just in time, arms wrapping around you as his body shifts closer, and for the first time you donāt think about the warmth not lasting forever. Fireflies rising in the forest, flashing forward infinitely.
āI love you too.ā Ā he says, and you think itās heartless that the world didnāt explode with thousand blooming flowers and the night sky didnāt beam with firecrackers. But itās alright, you only need these warm arms and Jeanās light.Ā
Not even the moon rests here, no one dares to get this closeābut Jeanās light does. Beautiful things, Y/nāthey donāt last for too long. So⦠you're going to do anything to stretch this night longer.
Tonight though, you donāt have to do anythingābecause right now, right here in his arms the night is infinite, and you have the whole world cradled right into your much smaller hands.
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HIIII OMG this was so fun to write. like usual i took inspo from a bollywood song. usually i make like 100 edits and add extra stuff but not this time, im gonna post it bc idgaf š„and prob regret not editing later. so im srry if the writing is awk š.
Anyways
Oh no, skull mask Jean got caught!
nobody has been there for me like the āx readerā tag has been there for me
saw this meme and immediately thought of him
how long must i wait for okay, bambiās new chapter i have to know what this fUCKER was thinking
erejean if you squint. (11/13/2024)
As a person who hasnāt experienced these horrible things that y/n has, could you please explain what made her jump to react that way? I mean this as a genuine question, I am so confused after reading. She receives a threatening letter and her response is to be unnecessarily cruel (and very hypocritical) to someone who has treated her very well rather than be concerned about the letter and explain what happened? However, maybe it is best for them both to work through their traumas before getting into a relationship.
lord let me lock in. just warning u this is abt to be long asf bc i have a lot to say.
i donāt speak for everybody but i do speak as someone who was in years of a very abusive relationship and for y/nās characterization that i worked extremely hard on.
one thing about me is i am a very intentional writer. the signs of y/nās fear of abandonment and love, lack of trust, and her want to run away were always there, sprinkled and foreshadowed all throughout the book. you just need to read between the lines.
when y/n defended jean at the club or in the bathroom at cyberwave when she threatened annie or confronted those girls, those things werenāt written just for the fun. they were meant to be indicators to show that y/n has unaddressed trauma and has accidentally picked up reactive behavior that she grew up around both in a household and love.
even when she was nothing but kind and perfect and put together to make other peoples lives easier, not wanting to be the burden she was made to feel that she was since she was a little girl, the turmoil within her was always always vicious. itās just not silent anymore.
why do you think jean had to pull her out of her head so many times?
have not even finished the video but itās the way he says thank you honey for meļæ¼
WAIT I literally just recently binged all your fanfics on someone else Jeff wittek tag on their tumblr Like they had reblog like all your docs at someone and I was going through reading them all And I never made the connection it was you LOL your a fabulous writer š
š„ŗ tysm Iām actually writing something right now but I was in an emotional state when I started and now that Iām reading the draft back itās a little over the top so Iām gonna cut some things uuuugh help