Songbird Singing Things Acceptance Jean Kirstien x Reader
Songbird Singing Things — Acceptance - Jean Kirstien x Reader
A/N: Sorry this took a little bit, but I'm really happy with how this turned out! Also had to catch up on the last two episodes that came out (including the one today omg it was so good). I did take some liberties with the second part of your request, as I focused more on Jean's reaction. I hope you enjoy and thank you so much for your request!Word Count: 1.2K
You weren't one to enjoy alcohol. Usually, you would avoid having even a single glass of wine because you didn't want to risk the possibility of you being drunk. The thought of being out of your own control in a world that was already so messed up plagued your mind enough to the point that when you and your buddies were passing around a bottle, you'd pass on the opportunity. Plus, the taste of it wasn't fantastic enough to warrant you actively seeking a sip of the purpley-red liquid.
However, that one night where you wanted to just forget about the fact that your comrades, your family, and your closest friends were six feet under - and you were only nineteen yourself - you found yourself with a flush on your cheeks and a giggle in your throat. It felt so good at the moment, like you were flying in the sky. It was that same adrenaline and completely pleasant feeling that you remembered experiencing when you first mastered using ODM gear; playing hide and seek in the training forests with Connie, Jean, and Sasha. It made you feel like a fifteen year old again. You felt like your old self. Now, it just made you miserable. The little armband that was affixed to your overcoat did nothing to weigh you down, but you felt like it was constricting your arm. It was hard to process what Commander Pyxis had told you - that the wine you had sipped from was contaminated with Zeke Yeager's spinal fluid. That the one time, the one instance in which you had let yourself have a drink, it would be the biggest mistake of your life. At the moment, you were stuck in a cell, swinging your feet on a little stool and trying not to think too hard about what was almost certainly to come within the next few days, maybe in the next few moments. The second that Zeke would yell, it would be over for you. You would transform into the very monster that you had been slaying for the last several years. But, could you really still call them monsters? They were people with lives who had been at the beck and call of Marley. They could have been someone's Connie, someone's Sasha. Someone's Jean… oh god Jean. What would he say when he finds out? Would it be too late, would you have already transformed before you got the chance to say goodbye? And if that did happen, would he even be able to tell if you were a titan? You'd seen it happen before with Armin. A strange, mutated version of the human they once were is projected onto the titan's face. You almost began to tear up at that possibility - that a gangly titan version of you had your Y/H/C hair, your Y/E/C eyes. A 'you' that was so deformed, but still held the characteristics that would prompt someone to say, 'that's Y/N's titan.' You felt sick. You leant to reach for a bucket, but the locked door that imprisoned you and several others swung open. "Let's go, come on. We need you all." You didn't bother to look up at the speaker. You were a soldier, and you knew how to follow orders, so you immediately fell into line. A gun was shoved into your hand and there was a pat to your back as you were ushered out of the building and into the usually busy cobblestone streets. A gasp fell from your lips as you looked around you. All over, Marlyeans and Eldians were battling, and in the center of it all, Eren's titan. That short boy with the raven colored hair that you used to share jokes with and poke fun at, held a stance and stature that felt so wrong. But you didn't have time to linger or hold onto that thought. Instead, the Beast titan made you freeze in your movements. You couldn't move, you couldn't breathe. And yes, while that was part of the titan's power, this was purely your own body's actions. An overwhelming fear struck through every one of your nerves that you didn't notice a Marleyean take aim at you. However, someone else did. In a flurry of movements, Jean killed the man instantly and turned towards you, running as fast as he could. All you could do was watch him. Immediately, Jean gathered you into his arms, clutching and grasping at your arms, your clothes, your hair - like you were water slipping from his hands and he was doing everything he could to keep you there with him. "Y/N, where the hell have you been, Armin and I have been trying to get everyone of our group back together and you have been the one person to be missing." He says into your hair, breathing you in and tucking your face into his chest. Again, you find yourself not being able to do anything, so he pulls back to look at you from an arm's length. "Y/N?" Your gaze flickers down to your armband and then back to him, which he mimics. You find it truly impressive how many emotions his face shuffles through in one second. Confusion, denial, anger, sadness. He was just missing one to have gone through the whole cycle of grief. Instead, he shook his head. "No, no. Tell me you didn't, this has to be a mistake. You hate wine, you hate alcohol in general. It's probably because you were just with them that they made you wear it." "Jean…" you finally croak out, giving him a sad smile and locking your eyes with his. "You… you should go. You need to get away from me. Please." Pushing him away and backpedaling slowly, you don't let him out of your sight. He takes a step forward, but your hand goes up. "I don't want you to be here when this happens, and I don't think you do either." His head turns towards the floor, and you know you've won. "Hey Jean? Close your eyes for me?" You say, your voice quivering just a bit. He complies. "I love you." You say, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. And with that, you're gone, down the road and around the corner. And Zeke let's forth one hell of a scream. He lets his feet carry him until he's into a spring, finally moving to use his ODM gear. Jean finds himself on a rooftop with Armin, Mikasa, and Connie. The light explodes all over the crumbling city, and Jean clamps his hands over his ears. He doesn't want this, he never wanted this. He wanted a life with you in a little cottage. He wanted to be reading a newspaper while your baby was asleep on his chest, their little hand gripping onto the cloth of his shirt. He won't get that. He will never get that. "Is that?" Connie exclaims, shock and sadness taking hold of his tone. "O-oh my god." Armin says, his hand moving to cover his dropped jaw. "No…" Mikasa whispered, her eyes wide. Finally, Jean looks to what they had set their eyes on. A tall, strong looking titan. Y/H/C hair was whipping fiercely in the wind. Y/E/C eyes were buried deep in its face. And quickly, just like that kiss you had given him, a soldier had sliced its nape and it collapsed on the broken, cobble street. Jean let forth a breath. Acceptance.
His mother always used to tell him that he had them whenever his babysitter, Audrey, would watch him for the night. She was a high schooler who lived close by, always willing to lend a helping hand to Mrs. Bradshaw and her son. Bradley saw her as the prettiest girl alive – long hair, a kind grin, and always happy to let him talk to her about his new action figures. "Oh honey, you've got heart eyes." Is what she would always say, grabbing his chin gently and giving him a nose kiss. He'd blush and duck his head away, trying to hide the fact that he was utterly infatuated with his babysitter. "No I don't," Bradley would protest, "She's just nice, that's all." Sensing her son's embarrassment, she'd switch topics quickly and let him show her how he organized his model planes. But anyone could see the way his eyes transformed when his babysitter would walk through the door and give him a big hug. Okumaya devam et bradley x reader bradley bradshaw x reader bradley bradshaw bradley x y/n bradley x you bradley x bradley bradshaw x female reader bradley bradshaw x y/n bradley bradshaw x you bradley bradshaw x bradley fic bradley fluff bradley fanfiction bradley fanfic Bradley Bradshaw fanfic bradley bradshaw imagine bradley bradshaw fluff bradley bradshaw fic bradley bradshaw fanfiction rooster x reader rooster x f!reader rooster x y/n rooster x you rooster x rooster fluff rooster bradshaw imagine bradley rooster bradshaw rooster fanfic rooster fanfiction top gun maverick x reader lovrily lovrily
WARNINGS: Just pure fluff, Spoilers for S2 EP9 Summary: Having to be a chaperone for the Snow Ball was not in your evening plans, not at all. However, as you're greeting the middle schoolers and making sure they get in safely, you run into Steve Harrington, your best friend, dropping off Dustin. It's cold and icy everywhere, but thankfully, Steve is there to lend a helping hand. A/N: Frost Kisses? Get it? Instead of Frost Bites? It's 1:10 am I gotta go to bed. Enjoy <3 Word Count: 3.4K Looking at your reflection in the mirror, all you wanted to do was rip off what you were wearing and slide into a warm pair of pajamas. A bowl of popcorn could have been on your bed, drizzled with butter and sprinkled with salt, and Indiana Jones & the Temple of Doom could have been on your small television screen. Instead, you were dressed in a ruffled blue dress with puffed sleeves that your mom had bought for you at the department store about an hour away. The shoes were uncomfy, the dress made noise when you moved, and the necklace around your neck felt like it was choking you. Your hair was pulled and tugged at it in all different directions and your shoes were pinching your feet so much that you were sure that each toe would be covered in blisters. "Y/N, would you come downstairs darling? If you're going to grab a ride with me on my way to Karen's this evening, we need to go now!" Sighing, you frowned at yourself in the mirror, swiped one last layer of lip gloss on, and shoved the tube in your clutch. You took the stairs one foot at a time and very carefully, trying to not trip over yourself. Gasping, your mother watched you come into view, instantly grabbing her polaroid and snapping a picture. You blinked away the bright flash and grimaced. 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It absolutely makes my day when I see reblogs with tags AND/OR comments that offer constructive criticism, feedback, or just reactions to the work - it motivates me, and other writers, so much!🥹💗💕 Anonim asked: can you write a rooster fic where the reader and him buy a new puppy and give it a bath… i dunno basically just pure fluff!!!! Thank you so much for you request as part of the 1000 followers celebration! It is now up and you can find it by clicking HERE !
Songbird Singing Things — Acceptance - Jean Kirstien x Reader
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Gönderi sahibi animeshots ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Hajime Isayama AOT Masterlist - Main Masterlist Warnings: Angst, Weapons, Season 4 spoilers Requested by: Anonymous Hi! Could you do a one-shot of Jean/Girlfriend. His lover drank the wine and turned into a Titan after Zeke screamed. Then could you show everyone's reaction and what they decide to do. :DA/N: Sorry this took a little bit, but I'm really happy with how this turned out! Also had to catch up on the last two episodes that came out (including the one today omg it was so good). I did take some liberties with the second part of your request, as I focused more on Jean's reaction. I hope you enjoy and thank you so much for your request!Word Count: 1.2K
You weren't one to enjoy alcohol. Usually, you would avoid having even a single glass of wine because you didn't want to risk the possibility of you being drunk. The thought of being out of your own control in a world that was already so messed up plagued your mind enough to the point that when you and your buddies were passing around a bottle, you'd pass on the opportunity. Plus, the taste of it wasn't fantastic enough to warrant you actively seeking a sip of the purpley-red liquid.
However, that one night where you wanted to just forget about the fact that your comrades, your family, and your closest friends were six feet under - and you were only nineteen yourself - you found yourself with a flush on your cheeks and a giggle in your throat. It felt so good at the moment, like you were flying in the sky. It was that same adrenaline and completely pleasant feeling that you remembered experiencing when you first mastered using ODM gear; playing hide and seek in the training forests with Connie, Jean, and Sasha. It made you feel like a fifteen year old again. You felt like your old self. Now, it just made you miserable. The little armband that was affixed to your overcoat did nothing to weigh you down, but you felt like it was constricting your arm. It was hard to process what Commander Pyxis had told you - that the wine you had sipped from was contaminated with Zeke Yeager's spinal fluid. That the one time, the one instance in which you had let yourself have a drink, it would be the biggest mistake of your life. At the moment, you were stuck in a cell, swinging your feet on a little stool and trying not to think too hard about what was almost certainly to come within the next few days, maybe in the next few moments. The second that Zeke would yell, it would be over for you. You would transform into the very monster that you had been slaying for the last several years. But, could you really still call them monsters? They were people with lives who had been at the beck and call of Marley. They could have been someone's Connie, someone's Sasha. Someone's Jean… oh god Jean. What would he say when he finds out? Would it be too late, would you have already transformed before you got the chance to say goodbye? And if that did happen, would he even be able to tell if you were a titan? You'd seen it happen before with Armin. A strange, mutated version of the human they once were is projected onto the titan's face. You almost began to tear up at that possibility - that a gangly titan version of you had your Y/H/C hair, your Y/E/C eyes. A 'you' that was so deformed, but still held the characteristics that would prompt someone to say, 'that's Y/N's titan.' You felt sick. You leant to reach for a bucket, but the locked door that imprisoned you and several others swung open. "Let's go, come on. We need you all." You didn't bother to look up at the speaker. You were a soldier, and you knew how to follow orders, so you immediately fell into line. A gun was shoved into your hand and there was a pat to your back as you were ushered out of the building and into the usually busy cobblestone streets. A gasp fell from your lips as you looked around you. All over, Marlyeans and Eldians were battling, and in the center of it all, Eren's titan. That short boy with the raven colored hair that you used to share jokes with and poke fun at, held a stance and stature that felt so wrong. But you didn't have time to linger or hold onto that thought. Instead, the Beast titan made you freeze in your movements. You couldn't move, you couldn't breathe. And yes, while that was part of the titan's power, this was purely your own body's actions. An overwhelming fear struck through every one of your nerves that you didn't notice a Marleyean take aim at you. However, someone else did. In a flurry of movements, Jean killed the man instantly and turned towards you, running as fast as he could. All you could do was watch him. Immediately, Jean gathered you into his arms, clutching and grasping at your arms, your clothes, your hair - like you were water slipping from his hands and he was doing everything he could to keep you there with him. "Y/N, where the hell have you been, Armin and I have been trying to get everyone of our group back together and you have been the one person to be missing." He says into your hair, breathing you in and tucking your face into his chest. Again, you find yourself not being able to do anything, so he pulls back to look at you from an arm's length. "Y/N?" Your gaze flickers down to your armband and then back to him, which he mimics. You find it truly impressive how many emotions his face shuffles through in one second. Confusion, denial, anger, sadness. He was just missing one to have gone through the whole cycle of grief. Instead, he shook his head. "No, no. Tell me you didn't, this has to be a mistake. You hate wine, you hate alcohol in general. It's probably because you were just with them that they made you wear it." "Jean…" you finally croak out, giving him a sad smile and locking your eyes with his. "You… you should go. You need to get away from me. Please." Pushing him away and backpedaling slowly, you don't let him out of your sight. He takes a step forward, but your hand goes up. "I don't want you to be here when this happens, and I don't think you do either." His head turns towards the floor, and you know you've won. "Hey Jean? Close your eyes for me?" You say, your voice quivering just a bit. He complies. "I love you." You say, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. And with that, you're gone, down the road and around the corner. And Zeke let's forth one hell of a scream. He lets his feet carry him until he's into a spring, finally moving to use his ODM gear. Jean finds himself on a rooftop with Armin, Mikasa, and Connie. The light explodes all over the crumbling city, and Jean clamps his hands over his ears. He doesn't want this, he never wanted this. He wanted a life with you in a little cottage. He wanted to be reading a newspaper while your baby was asleep on his chest, their little hand gripping onto the cloth of his shirt. He won't get that. He will never get that. "Is that?" Connie exclaims, shock and sadness taking hold of his tone. "O-oh my god." Armin says, his hand moving to cover his dropped jaw. "No…" Mikasa whispered, her eyes wide. Finally, Jean looks to what they had set their eyes on. A tall, strong looking titan. Y/H/C hair was whipping fiercely in the wind. Y/E/C eyes were buried deep in its face. And quickly, just like that kiss you had given him, a soldier had sliced its nape and it collapsed on the broken, cobble street. Jean let forth a breath. Acceptance.
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Gönderi sahibi commxnderwolffe ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Top Gun Masterlist ❀ Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader WARNINGS: Just Fluff <3 Summary: For his whole life, Rooster has had one special, defining feature - his heart eyes. Full of such love and adoration for so many things, he's been told and teased countless times by his mother and friends for them. So when you, the niece of Penny Benjamin, walk into a garden party where he and his top gun buddies have been invited to with a smile on your face and the sweetest personality to boot? How can he help it - he just has heart eyes for you. A/N: Idkkkk I had this idea and kinda loved it. Now, 2.8K words later, it's all written and done! As always, I appreciate comments, constructive criticism, and support, so let me know what you think! Requests are open <3. Enjoy!!!! It had been a part of Bradley for as long as he could remember. Other kids had defining characteristics to them – dimples on their cheeks, a buck-toothed grin, maybe even the cutest button nose to date. But Bradley, oh little Bradley, he has heart eyes. With so much love in his heart, his big, brown doe eyes would fill with so much compassion and adoration for things that he couldn't keep it in him. He wore his heart on his sleeve and his love in his eyes.His mother always used to tell him that he had them whenever his babysitter, Audrey, would watch him for the night. She was a high schooler who lived close by, always willing to lend a helping hand to Mrs. Bradshaw and her son. Bradley saw her as the prettiest girl alive – long hair, a kind grin, and always happy to let him talk to her about his new action figures. "Oh honey, you've got heart eyes." Is what she would always say, grabbing his chin gently and giving him a nose kiss. He'd blush and duck his head away, trying to hide the fact that he was utterly infatuated with his babysitter. "No I don't," Bradley would protest, "She's just nice, that's all." Sensing her son's embarrassment, she'd switch topics quickly and let him show her how he organized his model planes. But anyone could see the way his eyes transformed when his babysitter would walk through the door and give him a big hug. Okumaya devam et bradley x reader bradley bradshaw x reader bradley bradshaw bradley x y/n bradley x you bradley x bradley bradshaw x female reader bradley bradshaw x y/n bradley bradshaw x you bradley bradshaw x bradley fic bradley fluff bradley fanfiction bradley fanfic Bradley Bradshaw fanfic bradley bradshaw imagine bradley bradshaw fluff bradley bradshaw fic bradley bradshaw fanfiction rooster x reader rooster x f!reader rooster x y/n rooster x you rooster x rooster fluff rooster bradshaw imagine bradley rooster bradshaw rooster fanfic rooster fanfiction top gun maverick x reader lovrily lovrily
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steve harrington x reader part 3 of 3 13k words ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ as will byers older sister, you vaguely know steve harrington. upon becoming steve harrington's (randomly and abruptly selected) lab partner, you realize you know him even less than you thought. 「 link to part one & part two 」 warnings: fem!reader, byers!reader, shy!reader, bickering, lab partners, classmates, starts in season 2 ends in season 4, frenemies to lovers, slow burn, pining, "unrequited" love emphasis on the air quotes, steve is popular and reader is not, doting mother joyce, running with the headcanon that jonathan dropped out of high school, hurt/comfort, language, blood/injury warnings level to what's on the show, slight canon divergence in epilogue Okumaya devam et songbirdsingingthings Masterful - absolutely masterful writing. This is one of the best works I've ever seen down to the plot to the descriptions and everything in between💗💕✨ steve harrington x reader fluff steve harrington drabble stranger things fic stranger things x reader stranger things steve harrington x y/n steve harrington imagine steve harrington x reader steve harrington steve harrington x youFrost Kisses
Gönderi sahibi stilinskijedi011❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Stranger Things Masterlist ❀ Steve Harrington x F!ReaderWARNINGS: Just pure fluff, Spoilers for S2 EP9 Summary: Having to be a chaperone for the Snow Ball was not in your evening plans, not at all. However, as you're greeting the middle schoolers and making sure they get in safely, you run into Steve Harrington, your best friend, dropping off Dustin. It's cold and icy everywhere, but thankfully, Steve is there to lend a helping hand. A/N: Frost Kisses? Get it? Instead of Frost Bites? It's 1:10 am I gotta go to bed. Enjoy <3 Word Count: 3.4K Looking at your reflection in the mirror, all you wanted to do was rip off what you were wearing and slide into a warm pair of pajamas. A bowl of popcorn could have been on your bed, drizzled with butter and sprinkled with salt, and Indiana Jones & the Temple of Doom could have been on your small television screen. Instead, you were dressed in a ruffled blue dress with puffed sleeves that your mom had bought for you at the department store about an hour away. The shoes were uncomfy, the dress made noise when you moved, and the necklace around your neck felt like it was choking you. Your hair was pulled and tugged at it in all different directions and your shoes were pinching your feet so much that you were sure that each toe would be covered in blisters. "Y/N, would you come downstairs darling? If you're going to grab a ride with me on my way to Karen's this evening, we need to go now!" Sighing, you frowned at yourself in the mirror, swiped one last layer of lip gloss on, and shoved the tube in your clutch. You took the stairs one foot at a time and very carefully, trying to not trip over yourself. Gasping, your mother watched you come into view, instantly grabbing her polaroid and snapping a picture. You blinked away the bright flash and grimaced. 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It absolutely makes my day when I see reblogs with tags AND/OR comments that offer constructive criticism, feedback, or just reactions to the work - it motivates me, and other writers, so much!🥹💗💕 Anonim asked: can you write a rooster fic where the reader and him buy a new puppy and give it a bath… i dunno basically just pure fluff!!!! Thank you so much for you request as part of the 1000 followers celebration! It is now up and you can find it by clicking HERE !