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Jean frantically burst through the doors of the airport, golden eyes skimming the sea of people bustling about to board their flights. He shoved away a little old woman who stumbled down a flight of escalators going up, resulting in her tumbling down for the next million years since the escalator never stopped. Jean ran into the crowd of people, neighing loudly to make them think he was a horse -since he looked like one- and clear a path for him.
I've got to find her! he thought as he ran to the nearest person dressed in a uniform. "Excuse me, where's the gate for flight 287 to Paris?" he asked with wide eyes.
The man had brunette locks and emerald eyes, and he gave him a disgusted look. "Why should I tell you, horseface?"
"GODDAMN IT TELL ME I'M ABOUT TO MISS OUT ON MY GIRLFRIEND LEAVING I NEED TO TELL HER SOMETHING IMPORTANT YOU JERK!"
"OKAY OKAY IT'S TO THE LEFT OVER THERE," the brunette screeched in return, pointing to a flight of stairs leading up to the gates.
"THANKS MAN I OWE YA ONE," Jean called over his shoulder as he ran away.
Jean pushed and shoved people out of his way as he scurried to the staircase, and he majestically skipped steps like a badass as he cautiously held onto the rail. As he ran, he saw a freckled boy standing behind the counter of a pretzel shop, and deciding to have a break, he jogged over.
"Hello, sir! What would you like today?" the boy asked, light brown eyes gleaming.
"Uh... yes, I'd like one large salty pretzel, and with cheese sauce, and make sure to hand me the receipt so I can hand it back to you with my number on it, 'cause your freckles are cute as fuck," Jean stated, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket as he fumbled for money.
"Here you go," the boy with dark tresses said, handing him the receipt and pretzel. Jean scribbled his number on the back of the paper, handing it back to the freckled boy.
"Thank you, uh..." he glanced at the boys name tag. "Thanks Marco!"
Jean calmly continued walking, eating the pretzel slowly while dipping it in its deliciously fabulous cheese. He paused momentarily, furrowing his brows in confusion as he stared at his surroundings. "OH SHIT, RIGHT, GIRLFRIEND," he said. He crammed the rest of his pretzel into his mouth, and began running once again.
Finally getting to flight 287, he glanced around to the passengers getting ready to board the plane. Then, he saw you. You stood with ticket in hand, about to board go inside the tunnel that lead to the large plane, and luggage in your other hand. "(Name)!" he called out, running forward.
At the sound of your name being called, you spun around to face the boy you loved oh-so-dearly. "J-Jean?" you stuttered, eyes wide with a smile decorating your rosy lips.
"I-I... OH FRECKLED JESUS THAT WAS A LONG RUN AND THAT PRETZEL WAS DELICIOUS," he said, doubling over and setting his hands on his knees as he caught his breath. "Okay, (Name), I came because I needed to tell you something very important," he said, seizing you gently by the shoulders.
"Yes, Jean?" you replied, eyes wide with wonder as you stared up into his golden eyes. He leaned forward slightly, golden eyes boring into your form. And he whispered softly and dramatically:
"What's the Netflix password?"
Your face fell into one of disappointment. "Wh-what?"
"What's the Netflix password? If you're gonna be gone for a week I need some Netflix in my life," he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
You stared at him slightly shocked and surprised at his question. "Horseface," you responded dully.
"Okay, with like, no caps in it or anything? Or numbers?"
"No, just horseface in all lowercase."
"Are you sure there are no caps or anything or any tricky things?"
"No, it's just plain horseface."
"All one word?"
"Yeah."
"Okay great thanks babe," he responded, patting your head and walking away calmly.
I've got to find her! he thought as he ran to the nearest person dressed in a uniform. "Excuse me, where's the gate for flight 287 to Paris?" he asked with wide eyes.
The man had brunette locks and emerald eyes, and he gave him a disgusted look. "Why should I tell you, horseface?"
"GODDAMN IT TELL ME I'M ABOUT TO MISS OUT ON MY GIRLFRIEND LEAVING I NEED TO TELL HER SOMETHING IMPORTANT YOU JERK!"
"OKAY OKAY IT'S TO THE LEFT OVER THERE," the brunette screeched in return, pointing to a flight of stairs leading up to the gates.
"THANKS MAN I OWE YA ONE," Jean called over his shoulder as he ran away.
Jean pushed and shoved people out of his way as he scurried to the staircase, and he majestically skipped steps like a badass as he cautiously held onto the rail. As he ran, he saw a freckled boy standing behind the counter of a pretzel shop, and deciding to have a break, he jogged over.
"Hello, sir! What would you like today?" the boy asked, light brown eyes gleaming.
"Uh... yes, I'd like one large salty pretzel, and with cheese sauce, and make sure to hand me the receipt so I can hand it back to you with my number on it, 'cause your freckles are cute as fuck," Jean stated, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket as he fumbled for money.
"Here you go," the boy with dark tresses said, handing him the receipt and pretzel. Jean scribbled his number on the back of the paper, handing it back to the freckled boy.
"Thank you, uh..." he glanced at the boys name tag. "Thanks Marco!"
Jean calmly continued walking, eating the pretzel slowly while dipping it in its deliciously fabulous cheese. He paused momentarily, furrowing his brows in confusion as he stared at his surroundings. "OH SHIT, RIGHT, GIRLFRIEND," he said. He crammed the rest of his pretzel into his mouth, and began running once again.
Finally getting to flight 287, he glanced around to the passengers getting ready to board the plane. Then, he saw you. You stood with ticket in hand, about to board go inside the tunnel that lead to the large plane, and luggage in your other hand. "(Name)!" he called out, running forward.
At the sound of your name being called, you spun around to face the boy you loved oh-so-dearly. "J-Jean?" you stuttered, eyes wide with a smile decorating your rosy lips.
"I-I... OH FRECKLED JESUS THAT WAS A LONG RUN AND THAT PRETZEL WAS DELICIOUS," he said, doubling over and setting his hands on his knees as he caught his breath. "Okay, (Name), I came because I needed to tell you something very important," he said, seizing you gently by the shoulders.
"Yes, Jean?" you replied, eyes wide with wonder as you stared up into his golden eyes. He leaned forward slightly, golden eyes boring into your form. And he whispered softly and dramatically:
"What's the Netflix password?"
Your face fell into one of disappointment. "Wh-what?"
"What's the Netflix password? If you're gonna be gone for a week I need some Netflix in my life," he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
You stared at him slightly shocked and surprised at his question. "Horseface," you responded dully.
"Okay, with like, no caps in it or anything? Or numbers?"
"No, just horseface in all lowercase."
"Are you sure there are no caps or anything or any tricky things?"
"No, it's just plain horseface."
"All one word?"
"Yeah."
"Okay great thanks babe," he responded, patting your head and walking away calmly.
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sciamachy | levi
Warnings: PTSD!Reader, depression, mild violence, language and eventual death
Can you wash me?
"(Name)!"
Hands shoot up, arms covering their pale face. (H/c) hair was framing their face oddly, strands of hair in their mouth and sticking to their sweat-covered forehead.
Their red-rimmed eyes closed slightly, lips shaking and eye brows creased.
"Please, please don't..."
Levi sighed, eyes closing in relief, but opening just as soon to comfort them. Their lower legs were covered by the pure white sheets, the outline of their thin shins visible.
He held his breath, slowly reaching out and gripping their fingers in his. The man's head leaned
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(A/N: Automatonophobia = a fear of humanoid figures. Slight language warning because Jean's a bum)
“Jeaaaaaan.”
“...”
“Jeeeeaaaaaaaaan~”
“...”
New text message received.
From: (first)
Message: JEAN STOP IGNORING ME YOU HORSEFACE!
“Ugh. What do you want (first)?”
You walked into the living room and threw a pillow at your long time boyfriend, Jean, who was currently glued to his computer. “Jean I’m so bored.”
“Go find something to do.”
“”But everything’s boring~”
“Well then let’s think of something. What do you
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''Ow!'' Eren hissed as you pressed the ice pack against his eye. You snickered at that, causing the boy to scowl at you. You were usually the one to help out Eren after a fight with Jean - along with Mikasa and Armin. - It wasn't too serious, but sometimes the two wouldn't know when to stop and end up beating the hell out of each other.
''At least I wasn't the one that got dared in the middle of the night and was forced to run until dawn.'' Eren smirked, but it quickly turned into a expression of pain as you scowled and pressed the ice pack harder into his eye. He grabbed your hand, squeezing it painfully as he yelped.
''Whatever.'' You sco
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