content tags/warnings pretend/fake relationship, college au, awkward situations, future wagš, social media, first date, black reader friendly
authorās note hi.
synopsis sophomore di lacrosse player jean kirstein gets dumped by gymnast mikasa ackerman. your roommate wants to break you of your shell. what happens when a party hosted by his teammates leads to him asking you to be his girlfriend? part one
"Anonymous" 9hrs
ok jean and mikasa or eren and mikasa?
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"Wanna pretend to be girlfriend until I get drafted?"
Is today April 1st? Or do you look like a fool?
You sit back down in your booth, still trying to grapple with what he just asked you. Jean does the same and moves the tray he placed out of the way. He rests his forearms on the table and leans in.
"Why would I want to be your girlfriend? What kind of question is that?" you ask.
Was this a middle school boy moment? You had your fair share of boys telling you that their friends thought you were cute and then learning that they actually didn't in the most brutal way possible - being trapped in a circle of pointed fingers and belly laughs in your direction.
"You see-"
"No!" You said that a little too loudly. Some people look over at your booth causing you to look away for a moment. You lower your head and voice to avoid any extra attention. "No. Did your little friend put you up to this? The one who was feeling me up yesterday?"
Jean's smile drops. "What? No! Absolutely-"
"Listen, I have class at 10 am. Unlike you and your ball-brained goons, I'm here to get my degree and a career. Go play your games with some other attention seeking bitch." You get out of the booth and immediately turn on your foot to leave.
The air that hits your face once you're outside helps you calm down a bit but you're still baffled. Why the fuck would he ask you that? It wasn't funny. When you think back on last night, you wondered why he did what he did. Yes, saving someone from a creepy guy was honorable but then he asked to keep track of you to "make sure you got home".
"How stupid? How could I be so naĆÆve?" you mutter to yourself.
You make it to your class: Strategies in Public Relations. You take a seat in your usual spot and take out your class materials - a journal and some pens (yes, you have not switched over to iPad notes).
Class starts and you settle in. What happened this morning doesn't matter. It's literally a funny story you'll tell Hitch and she'll jokingly make fun of you for not getting with a famous athlete, even for pretend.
Your phone begins to buzz from the side of your bag. You ignore it. Maybe it's just the Paradis Times - you read the newspaper regularly as a media major and had notifications on at all times. Something big must have been happening.
The buzzing continues and your professor gives you a pointed look. You give him an apologetic smile before crouching down to turn your phone off. Before you do, you observe that an unnamed number has been texting you back to back. You roll your eyes, realizing it's that nest head jock.
First class of the day continues smoothly and the next is even better. Your class day ends and you grab a quick bite as your stomach was grumbling the whole morning and afternoon. You pack a box for the dorm and the rest of the night as you plan to stay in.
You make it back to your residential hall. As you take the elevator up to your floor, you get excited at the thought of being snuggled up in your bed, dinner resting on your lap, and your laptop on the side of you watching your favorite show - all alone with no roommate or a guy who thinks you're stupid.
You unlock your door and enter your room to see Hitch standing in the middle of the room.
"Oh. Hey!" You say awkwardly. You do feel a certain way about last night. Prior to the party, you would have said you had a friendly relationship with your roommate and that you thought she was nice. But after your experience last night, you weren't sure if you felt the same way.
"I'll be out soon. Marlo just had some errands run," she responds. She moves out of your way and plops onto her bed. You place your box of food on your bed and walk over to your desk to place your bag down.
Hitch sighs. "Hey listen."
You don't.
Instead, you reach for your phone and turn it on. A little part of you wanted to see what Jean had to say before blocking him.
"It's just that I got carried away and I had some drinks and Marlo didn't want to kiss and I just..."
Oh, she's still talking.
You glance at Hitch briefly so that she feels that she's heard.
Meanwhile on your phone...
Maybe: Jean Kirstein
ā¤· maybe: jean kirstein hey. i'm sorry if i struck a cord
Ā Ā maybe: jean kirstein i wasn't trying to fuck with you. i just genuinely need a girlfriend for these next few weeks.
Ā Ā maybe: jean kirstein my ex just dumped me and i just need an image booster. the word's gonna spread and it's gonna send a message
Ā Ā maybe: jean kirstein im sorry
Ā Ā maybe: jean kirstein you're a pr major right?
Ā Ā maybe: jean kirstein my mom is the director of the paradis devils cheerleaders. i could put a good word in for you
Ā Ā maybe: jean kirstein please
"You're not listening to me, are you?" Hitch then says.
You look at her again. "No. Jean Kirstein asked me to be his girlfriend today."
"WHAT?!" Hitch jumps off her lofted bed and you're completely unsure how she didn't break her ankles. "You're joking. There's no way he asked you out. How would he even know you?"
Oh. Right. Her little comments. You shove your phone in her face. "Here."
Hitch takes it from you and reads the texts. She ponders for a moment.
"Mmm...I don't think so," she finally says, "I don't believe you. This could be a prank or...or..." she smirks.
"Maybe you're just desperate. You went to that party last night and suddenly you think you're some hot shit," she continues.
You place your hand out for your phone. "Ok, Hitch."
"Unless..." She presses a button on your phone and the familiar call ring starts.
You panicked. "What are you doing? Why would you-"
"Y/N!"
Fuck.
Hitch's jaw drops. She then passes the phone over to you.
"Jean. Hi," you begin. There's an awkward silence for a moment. It's even worse as Hitch was staring deeply into your soul.
"Hey...sorry for this morning and spamming you all day. I just...I'm just panicking and I just thought you'd be the perfect fit and..."
As Jean rambles, Hitch starts to mouth some words to you - "Do it". You furrow your eyebrows at her. "No," you mouth back. The both of you continue to go back and forth until you realize that Jean is still on the phone.
"Y/N?" The sound of your name draws you back to the conversation you were initially having and you remember who youāre talking to.
"S-sorry. Yes?" you reply.
"What do you think?" he asks. His voice is uncertain.
What do you think? There's only so much information that you have and it doesn't help that you weren't listening at all.
"I think...I think..." You are thinking but nothing is coming to mind.
"Would it help if we got together and talked about it?" he offers.
To be completely honest, you didn't care for Jean. Nice arms...yeah. But other than that, what was so special about him? But...you also didn't like how Hitch thought you were some desperate liar, all because you went to a party she egged you to go to.
What if you just happened to be that attractive?
"A date would be nice," you finally answer.
He's silent for a moment and starts to wonder if you were too forward. "Y-yeah. A date makes sense. I have to head to practice now but send me your availability and I'll work something out for us."
The only thing you can say is "Ok". Jean bids you goodbye and hangs up.
You and Hitch look at each other for a second before she starts to scream.
"YOU'RE DATING JEAN FUCKING KIRSTEIN!"
Any louder and the whole world will know and maybe you'll get a rare visit from your RA.
"I'm not-"
"You. Are. We need to revamp your entire wardrobe! Because guess what? You're not gonna be seen on the sidelines or at draft night looking a mess. And we need to fix that DirectGram too-"
"Did you forget the part where he only wants me temporarily? He wants me to be his fake girlfriend. He legit told me this morning he wanted me because 'no one knows me'," you cut in, "I think I want to stay true to myself and be forgotten when it's all done."
Hitch cocks her head to the side. "That isn't any excuse to not make yourself look good. You're the girl he picked after Mikasa Ackerman. That's something you put on your resume."
That didn't make you feel good. He dated Mikasa Ackerman - the fucking Mikasa Ackerman who everyday people speculate on whether she'd leave school or not to compete in the Olympics. You didn't want to be known as the girl who came after her. The Rebound.
You open your mouth to respond but a knock on the door cuts you off.
"I hope it's not the RA we never see," you warn. Hitch rolls her eyes as she walks to the door. She opens it and Marlo walks through. "Sorry for the delay," he says.
Marlo leans in for a kiss from Hitch. The sight of them makes you think - maybe a fake relationship won't be that bad. Would Jean kiss you too? Hold your hand, cuddle with you after games?
"Oh, hey." The sound of Marlo's voice breaks you out of your thoughts. "Sorry again. For everything - last night, this morning. I didn't mean to put you in a compromising position."
"It's all good," you reply. What could you do? The situation was hours ago and the person who should have really had your back didn't care. And based on your new situation, it looked like you'd be at many more lacrosse parties - so buckle in.
"Hey. Why was that Jean guy talking to you earlier today?" Marlo asks.
"Oh, you were there too? You didn't say anything." Hitch pulls Marlo closer to her.
"Maybe because he isn't an important factor in the story," you answer. You hear Marlo let out an 'ouch'.
"If you'd kindly close the door, I can tell you why." Marlo does exactly so and proceeds to sit on Hitch's ottoman.
"After you left, Jean asked me to be his pretend girlfriend to boost his image."
Marlo gives you a confused look. "That doesn't sound looks a good idea. You said no, right? Because you know it's baloney."
"His mom is the director of the Paradis Devils Cheerleaders...he sort of offered me a job to play the part. So...I said yes," you answer sheepishly.
Marlo's jaw drops but not in a "omg Iām so excited for you" type of way but in a "I never thought youād swoop so low kind of way".
He purses his lips together before standing up. "Well, best of luck to you. You know how those lacrosse guys are." He turns to Hitch. "Can we leave now? I'm hungry." Hitch nods. The two start to pick up some of her things. Marlo leaves first and Hitch follows after. She stops before the door shuts on her and looks over her shoulder.
"Text me if you need anything! This is so exciting!" she squeals.
The door closes and you're finally left alone.
Just a few moments ago, you were ready to relax for the weekend. But now you couldn't sit, as you needed to think through the situation you just walked yourself into.
You had agreed on Sunday. Saturday was full of you calling and texting Hitch and going through her closet.
"I have this really cute mini dress-"
"He's taking me out for ice cream. I'm sure he'd be fine with anything from my closet. Mind you, this date is meant to determine if I actually want to do this," you explain.
"Right...but if you're seen together, which you will be...you wanna look good. I'm definitely seeing you on Fizzle Sunday night," Hitch teased.
You hated that she was right. There was a high chance you'd end up on that cursed app. So, right before bed, you decided on a pair of black yoga pants and a pink babydoll top with a white tank underneath. Funnily enough, it didn't come from Hitch's closet and solely from yours.
The morning came and you woke up at 10 am. Jean had planned to come at noon. You got up, took a shower, and brushed your teeth. After, you made an effort to put on all your sweet smelling lotions and perfumes. Once you had your clothes on, you started packing your bag.
You received a text at 11:45.
Jean Kirstein
ā¤· jean kirstein good morning.
jean kirstein or good afternoon
jean kirstein but most importantly, i'm on my way
Ok, Mr. To-Be-Early-Is-To-Be-On-Time.
You packed what you needed and you sat on your desk chair until you felt that definitive ping on your phone.
Jean Kirstein
ā¤· jean kirstein here!! :)
You take a deep breath then let it out. "Chillax, it's not like you're going to war," you mutter to yourself. You grab your bag and head downstairs to the front.
There you see Jean leaning against a black Mazda CX-5. He had on a white tee with a short-sleeve open button up shirt over paired with a set of blue jeans. His face lights up at the sight of you. He turns and pulls out a bouquet of pink flowers as you approach closer.
You observe people stopping to stare and figure out what's going on.
"Aw, these flowers match your sh-"
You cut him off. "That's nice. People are watching. Can we leave?"
You feel awful - he was trying to be sweet and he was already making a good impression.
Jean steps to the side. Both of your hands reach for the passenger seat handle. You reach it before he does and his hand lands on top of yours. You look at each other for a second.
Were his eyes green or brown? Doesn't matter - they're nice.
Jean quickly removes his hand.
Did he feel a spark? You felt a spark. But maybe you were crazy. But maybe he felt a spark.
"Sorry. Mom always told me to open the door for a lady first." You remove yours.
"Oh...my apologies," you say.
He gives you a warm smile before opening the door for you. You try to avoid eye contact because you're already feeling so embarrassed. He places the flowers on your lap before closing the door.
Jean enters the driver's side and starts the car.
"Have you had breakfast yet?" he asks. You shake your head 'no'. "Ok! Awesome! Not awesome but like great because I was going to take you for ice cream but I haven't eaten either and there's this really great breakfast place that my mom used to take me to as a kid and..."
He was surprisingly so cute. You hadn't ever interacted with any of the guys from the lacrosse team but everytime you saw them walking around - you immediately thought they thought they were hot shit and were cocky and arrogant.
But this one...this one was adorable.
"Oh, I'm rambling, aren't I? Sorry," he says sheepishly.
You want to tell him it's okay and it's kind of cute but you're here for business and business only. So, you try to learn about him.
"You didn't eat breakfast...do your teammates make like those nasty "protein shakes" with onions, chocolate, and whatever crap yiu can find around the house?" you ask innocently.
Jean busts out laughing. "No. Absolutely not. We're athletes, not 30-year-olds in their mom's basement.ā
āOf course not,ā you mutter.
āI actually donāt live with all of the team. I went to visit the house my freshman year and knew from the way the smell of alcohol hit me that I would rather die than live there,ā Jean explains.
Ok, Mr. Self-Aware.
āI live in a student apartment close to campus. I live with some other athletes: Connie, Sasha, andā¦ā
He stops talking and makes a face. Yikes, that must be a really awkward situation.
āUm, wellā¦I donāt have the best roommate situation either,ā you say, trying to cheer him up.
āOh, with Hitch? Iād imagine.ā He lets out a mixture of a huff and a laugh.
Jean pulls into a parking lot and finds a spot right in front of the restaurant.
āWhatās your gripe with Hitch? This is the second time youāve reacted so negatively to her being mentioned.ā You were beginning to feel a way about your roommate after the party with her little comments and how she left you alone but you werenāt aware that other people didnāt like her. She presented herself as friendly and bubbly.
āWell, for starters, whenever we do throw, sheās always all over the guys and she can never control her alcohol. And it just makes me laugh because sheās with SHE and she has that boyfriend and sheāll go on Instagram and hit that stupid sorority squat pose.ā He stops talking to make an exaggerated duck face and throws up a peace sign, which makes you laugh.
His face relaxes and he smiles. āYou have a nice laugh. Better than that fake ass cackle your roommate likes to do.ā
You cover your mouth to suppress your laughter. With your free hand, you slap his forearm. āYou are so fucking hilarious, you know that?ā Your hand rests on his forearm. Without realizing your thumb slightly caresses some of his skin.
Your eyes lock and your laughter has died down. Your lips have a slight smile to them.
āWe should go eat-ā
āIāll do it,ā you blurt.
Jean blinks and his eyebrows furrow. Confusion flashes across his face.
āDo what?ā His voice is almost a whisper.
āIāll be your girlfriend,ā you whisper back.
"Anonymous" 1hr
why was jean @ survey hall? whyād he bring that girl flowers??? is the breakup final?
post aot ! jean kirstein x black reader - ALL IS FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR
content warning light smut. more to be added soon
synopsis months before paradis launched its attack on libero, marley, you met a man you couldnāt keep your eyes off of. one night, you shared a night with him - it was wonderful but it was also your last goodbye. his explanation for leaving worried you, but then it all made sense when the raid on libero occurred. trying to get home didnāt get much easier and it seemed almost impossible after the rumbling. luckily, youāre able to get back on your feet and you feel hopefulā¦until you receive a letter from your hookup years ago.
format this will be a full-length jean kirstein story. iām going with the letter format so that the readers will watch the story unfold within the correspondence between y/n and jean.
how does beta reading work with ye4gerism? i did my first beta reading session with one person on twitter and it worked out very well! running it on twitter was the only way to provide this experience for free and without my work being released before i wanted it to.
i would love to start beta reading on monday or tuesday, depending on how fast i can finish these first few chapters.
as a beta reader, i am looking for FEEDBACK. not āthis was so good! :Dā. i want to make this story good enough for the public (especially considering i havenāt written in a while).
if youāre interested in beta reading, just fill out this two question form asking for your twitter and tumblr user. mine is REALPROUDAD! until then! :3
authorās note: iām not even with part four yet but i needed to write about jotaro as a husband NEOW
ā¢ jotaro in public and jotaro at home are two different people. when in public, heāll hold hands with you. heās more of a firm but not interlaced personš
ājotaro, iām not going anywhere, can you please loosen your grip??? DAMN.ā
at times, heāll hold your hand in the āmy ladyā position, which makes his colleagues envy you. jotaro doesnāt flaunt your relationship in public but his wedding ring and demeanor let people know that they need to back off. jotaro at home would be more intimate with you. he loves coming home from classes to cuddle with you. youād cuddle in the sweetheart or the pretzel position. he often falls asleep first in these positions too. his hand would probably get tangled up in your hair but heād tried to be careful with tugging - he understands that your hair means a lot to you and wouldnāt want you to be uncomfortable.
ā¢ letās talk about rings. when jotaro wanted to propose to you, he obvs wanted it to be perfect. who wouldnāt? but this man literally spent more than hour deciding on if gold or silver would complement your skin tone more. after he decided on gold/silver, he then started to think about the color. would a sapphire pink look good on you or were you a more traditional girl and liked diamonds? he really wanted a ring that complements your looks and made you look good.
ā¢ OMG JOTARO IS THE WORST PERSON TO SLEEP WITH. you havenāt even been married for 24 hours and this man and his big add self is already hogging the blanket. itās not intentional but itās annoying.
ā¢ you seriously hate it when he says āgood griefā. it was fine when you were dating because you werenāt in each otherās presence but now that youāre married, youāve begun to hate his catchphrase. itās even worse when youāre mad at him for something else and instead of communicating with you, he rolls his eyes, says his stupid little catchphrase, and walks away.
āGood griefā¦it isnāt that big of a deal.ā
āExcuse you???ā
ā¢ jotaro hates it when you complain about his absences. you understand that heās a busy man but as your marriage goes on, he just isnāt there. whenever he is home, you find it hard to be happy because you have an issue with his absence
ā¢ going back to jotaroās constant absence, your biggest argument was about it. it got emotional because you began to express your hopes for the future such as more vacations, maybe a proper wedding (your wedding was very simple due to you and jotaro being young when you got married), and even children.
ā¢ you do most of the cleaning since jotaro is often away but he isnāt like a messy person either. he also gives you money for groceries and to spend on yourself to make up for his absence (which doesnāt help). on date nights, if youāre going out, heāll pay for everything. he does not care if you have some on hand š he will pay for everything. you let him know youāre getting your hair braided or heading to the beauty supply, heāll shove his card in your hand.
ā¢ as i mentioned in my first jjba hc post, you call him joot or joots, sometimes jojo but not always. he calls you some variation of your name. i donāt think heād be too big on affectionate nicknames.
ā¢ itās not easy to make up with jotaro after a fight. itās hard to get an āiām sorryā out of him but he makes it known that he doesnāt hold any grudges against you. itās never his intention to hurt you. he feels SUPER bad when you apologize for something that was totally his fault.
authorās note: i just finished stardust crusaders and i absolutely adore polnareff, so i decided to put to some content out for him and maybe attract form jjba readersš i decided to throw jotaro in the mix too. iām not really gonna mention stands and all datšµāš«everythingās up to your imagination! my requests are open! do feel free to drop requests!
edit: i also didnāt use grammarly for this. give me a breakš«£
JOTARO KUJO
ā¢ when i tell you it took yāall a long time together. jotaroās bluntness made you wonder if you could even approach him and let him know your feelings. despite your established friendship, you were afraid to set him off and deal with his attitude. your distance from jotaro made him wonder if he scared you in some sort of way.
ā¢ i think heād probably confess first but it wouldnāt be like a whole āi love you, now letās kiss in the rain and tap dance right afterā type of thing. i donāt even think heād say āi love youā. heād probably just let it slip that he LIKES you. heād prolly say something like āyouāre important to me.ā
ā¢ youād take it slow. pda wouldnāt be too much of a big thing. you often share your kisses in private. he likes to put his arms around you when youāre just chilling out. heād probably be a little scared to go public with you because of his āfan girlsā. you know how vinnie hacker hangs out with girls and his fans immediately find out their day of birth, IP address, where they live and they make threats so that vinnie can stay single forever? yeah.
ā¢ i like how people in the fandom call him joot. so you affectionately call him joot or joots for extra measure. he acts like he hates it but he hates it even more when people other than you call him that. i swear, joseph would probably say the nickname and jotaro would get ready to backhand him (but he wouldnāt just to stay in your good graces).
ā¢ when you meet holly for the first time, jotaro would act extra sweet as if he and his hormones havenāt been tormenting his mom for the longest time. he gets a little embarrassed when holly shows him affection in front of you but you think itās sweet.
ā¢ you find it easy to talk to jotaro because youāre both bipoc. when you first started dating, you werenāt too worried about how heād act. obvs thereād be culture shock moments but it wouldnāt be such a big deal yk?
ā¢ heād also do this:
JEAN PIERRE POLNAREFF
ā¢ heād make it known that he is in love with you. like heād straight up tell you that he really likes you. but i do think heād be really chill about it, he wouldnāt want to scare you off.
ā¢ polnareff is always spoiling you. you talk about a food your craving, heāll buy it for you. a movie you wanna watch? get in the car- weāre gonna watch it. you tell him youāre tired of your bonnet slipping off, heāll buy you one of those non slip bonnets off of tiktok.
ā¢ when it comes to pda, i think polnareff is more of a hand holding type of guy. and i mean strictly handholding. heāll do all types of hand holding variations with you. kissing in public is really rare and more of a private thing for you both
ā¢ you call him by his first name the most. everyone around him refers to him by his last name but you simply call him jean. he prolly has a select amount of french nicknames for you and calls you āmy loveā or simply just āloveā in english.
ā¢ polnareff will walk into your bathroom and look at your hair products and think āwhat the hell is this?ā š heād have a lot of questions but would just go with the flow
prompt: āAfter weeks of fighting through rehearsals, A and B have to do their kissing scene. The two have no problem going in for it, but after the director yells "Cut!", A is stunned when B doesn't pull away.ā - @/novelbear
pairing: jean kirstein x black!reader
warnings:
authorās note: my first x reader fic in MONTHS šso, itās not THAT great and iām not proud of it. absolutely booty but i need to put something out thereš§š¾āāļø my inbox is open so feel free to drop requests!
āYou are infuriating, you know that? Watching you work is torture.ā
āOh as if you can play my role.ā
āI could if I triedā¦and Iād do it better than you!ā
Jean enjoyed theatre. Sure, all his basketball buddies picked on him for mistakenly being placed in a class full of thespians but he stilled loved getting in stage and showing off. The only dreadful thing here was you- the full of spirit (and yourself apparently) cheerleader who rolled her eyes as Jean made an impression shot that made her teammates swoon. At least thatās the image he painted of you in his head. You were sweet to everyone except him. Having you as a partner for this project just made things worse. Being face to face with you for an hour just made Jean want to jump down a set of stairs.
āAlright, Kirstein, Y/N, letās break it up and try again,ā Mr. Levi, your theatre teacher who was equally tired of your theatrics as much as your classmates were. You throw Jean another glare before sneering at him. āMake sure not to get so bothered by acting next time, idiot.ā Levi gives you a stern look as a warning, which makes you straighten up immediately. As he begins to count you off, Jean notices how you begin to pace around and shake off your most recent argument. Your music begins moments before you stopped.
āYou try my patience, make your choice!ā he starts. Jean watches as your face falls in despair before singing your lines. āPitiful creature of darknessā¦kind of life have you known?ā You then begin to step towards him, with a glint of hope in your eyes. āGod give me courage to show you, you are not aloneā¦ā Your voice trails off. At this point, youāre supposed to pull Jean in for a kiss. Because you two cannot stand each other, a conversation was never had. Levi gives you a look, questioning why you hadnāt kissed Jean yet. Jean notices your hesitation and takes a step forward. He quickly grabs your face and presses his lips against yours. Your eyes widen because of his boldness, but you give in because at the end of the day, you were getting a grade for this.
āCUT, CUT, CUT- I said CUT!ā Yet, Jean hasnāt pulled away and neither have you. Leviās pleas have your classmates laughing in the wings or cheering in their seats. āKirstein, L/Nā¦!ā You pull away first, unable to look at Jean. āGo sit down or something. Weāllā¦weāll pick this up again tomorrow. Pleaseā¦just get out of my sight!ā Leviās sudden bark has the both of you scrambling off the stage.
Throughout the rest of your day, you had received looks and snickers. You immediately knew that Jerk Kirstien had already everyone he knew about what he did. He probably didnāt even kiss you for the sake of your grade but because he needed something to be proud of and to bring some more attention to him. You were thankful that cheer season was over so wouldnāt have to answer any questions during practice.
The end of the day finally came and you were so glad. Youāre plan was to go straight to your car and straight home and probably scream into a pillow until you couldnāt anymore. When you stepped outside you noticed Jean and his goons (Connie and Eren- who werenāt completely goons. They were really nice sometimes) laughing about something. You decided that it was now that you needed to confront Jean about what had happened today. āHey asshat,ā you say as you approach their circle. āOh, ho ho, Y/Nās in da house!ā Connie howls. āDude, youāre in so much trouble. Jean looks down sheepishly and Connie quiets down. āI think I hear my ma calling me. Iāll call you guys tonight?ā Connie leaves without getting an answer and Eren follows after him.
āThat kiss must have been so great that you had tell everyone you know about it.ā Jean finally looks up. āPeople talk you knowā¦It wasnāt just us in the theatre,ā he replies. You cross your arms unconvinced. āLook, we both need the grade and we havenāt made much progress with our scene. I just did it because of that. I didnāt mean for it get that complicated.ā
He actually seemed genuinely sorry for the stress it caused you. āCould I give you my number? Maybe we could talk about it and execute it better tomorrow?ā You offer. Jean eyes you for a moment before finally pulling out his phone, āUmā¦definitely.ā
ok so ngl to yāall, i do feel like starting a new account. i guess i want a fresh start since i havenāt been active. iāll let yāall know the name of my new blog v soon.
i also have a new project coming out which i will also share within a few days!
i srsly wish there was away i could exclusively release content without asking people to pay. i have a jean centric story in my drafts atm that iām very excited to share but not completely. i guess i want to do some sort of beta reading process?
like if wattpad had a private account option, i could release content like monthly and a selected amount of people could read it until itās released to the public or something.
what if i took a pause on the selection series? i thought i had it all planned out but with time and everything, i donāt think iāll get it done š i wonāt be deleting the post or anything but itās something iāll revisit in the future. if it helps, i do have another royal aot story in my drafts and i am actively working on that :)
the selection of princess y/n: eldian times volume 32 edition 8
mentions of d**ath + murder
taglist: @thelovehashira143
an: new chapter might be out tmrw or tuesday. however, chp 2 is currently out. hereās the poll + visuals. i also hope yāall like this format better!
