WHERE IS THAT JEAN AUGUST INSPIRED FIC I CANT FIND IT PLS HELP ME

WHERE IS THAT JEAN AUGUST INSPIRED FIC I CANT FIND IT PLS HELP ME

five recipes for an exciting life (in my opinion)

spending enough time creating things with your hands (baking, drawing, scrapbooking, doodling, crocheting, journaling and so on)

keeping track of things like pretty skies, milestones, happy memories, appointments you're looking forward to

listening to music that genuinely makes you feel happy and energetic

making a habit of reaching out to people in a way that's comfortable to you (i send my dad songs he might like, my friend sends me monthly life updates)

being kind to all your five senses → like investing in a scented candle or essential oil dispenser or body mist, having a soft blanket or socks (or a soft animal to pet), listening to birdsong or the rain, looking at the sky more often, and having your favorite foods enough times

“let’s kiss, just to see what it’s like” (jean kirstein x reader) (wc: 850+)

inspired from this list of prompts

Drunken nights spent with Jean in the confines of your childhood bedroom weren’t all that unfamiliar to you. 

You may have outgrown the stains on your rug and the neon colors on your walls, but you’ve yet to get tired of the man sitting across from you, his long legs folded like a pretzel as he takes a large swig of the alcohol in his cup. It’s warm, familiar, you think, as you slowly intoxicate yourselves with cheap wine and giggles about nothing in particular. 

However, what is unfamiliar are the words he casually bares; they cut through the air like a steel sword as the warmth of the room turns into a sudden overbearing and sweltering heat. 

“Let’s kiss.”

You try your best to not choke on the sweet liquor you’re sipping on, but a tiny cough bubbles up from your throat regardless of your attempts to swallow it down. 

“Sorry?”

“Let’s kiss,” he repeats without hesitation, but after carefully assessing the panicked look on your face, he’s quick to elaborate with a shrug of his shoulders, “Just to see what it’s like.”

Just to see what it’s like? 

You scoff out of uneasiness, a weak attempt of playing your anxiety off as annoyance at his flirty manner. He’d always been one to make teasing comments, but they were jokes, they didn’t matter, because you were friends. 

But if you’re truly just friends, then why does your heart feel like lead as it sinks down into your stomach at his words? 

You continue to blankly stare at him, waiting for his just kidding or in your dreams to come, but they never do. His honey eyes simply bore right back into yours, almost as if he’s challenging you to respond to him. Your body instantly reacts to his suggestion by heating up all over, so you do what you do best—you ignore him and deflect his words. 

“You’re drunk,” you simply state.  

“Tipsy,” he quickly corrects, “And so are you, so it cancels out.”

Again, there’s no point in arguing with him when your body feels like it’s on fire, so you scoff once more before hiding your flushed cheeks behind a drawn out sip of your drink. You pray it’s enough to be a successful attempt at hiding how flustered you actually are. In fact, anyone who doesn’t know you would think that you’re completely and utterly irritated by the persistent idiot currently pestering you. 

However, Jean knows you. He knows your ins and outs like a book he’s written himself. He knows your hardcover illustration and the soft pages of your delicate chapters. He knows your crooked spine and your personal annotations. So no, your aloof facade doesn’t sway him—if anything, it lights a fire beneath him to keep persisting. 

“C’mon,” he ushers you with a light bump of his shoulder. The liquid in your cup gently swooshes around the plastic ring from the impact as he continues, “You’ve never thought about what it’d be like?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

He’s taunting you—getting you all riled up for his own personal amusement. He’s purposefully pushing all of your buttons he’s oh so familiar with, just to get a rise out of you. But, you’re not going to give it to him—not without a little bit of a fight, at least. 

“Maybe,” you bite back with an edge, as you down the rest of your drink and turn towards him. His raised eyebrows tell you that he’s a bit surprised at your courage, but still entertained with what he’s set into motion. 

You’re eyeing him directly, silently challenging him to do something. If he’s quick to talk and tease, he might as well prove himself. You’re eyes fall from his own down to his lips, before quickly returning to his stare, “What if I am? What are you gonna do about it, huh?”

For a second, a split second, you feel like you’ve won. Jean is almost silent as he surveys your smirk, revealing your own satisfaction with your response. 

Your upper hand is short lived because suddenly he’s closing the space between the two of you (not that there was much to begin with). He’s overwhelmingly close and yet it’s still not enough—you still find yourself wishing he was closer. His lips are ghosting over your own, barely allowing them to touch but you feel the warmth of his breath as he exhales gently. 

Millimeters seem like miles as his lips stay there, waiting for you. Itching to touch one another, but stubbornly grounding yourselves as you mentally beg the other to move. Like a game of chicken, the two of you silently mock one another as you wait to see who bites first. 

And it’s him. 

“The second you give me the okay, I’m going to kiss you,” he whispers so quietly, you wouldn’t have heard him if you weren’t already staring at his lips, “That’s what I’m gonna do about it. Okay?”

You release a breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding in, and Jean’s close enough to almost swallow it.  His eyes are pleading you to give him the green light, to want this as badly as he does. 

And you do—your response is music to his ears. 

“Okay.”

AYO AYOOOOO

Virago

Levi x Reader

(A Mulan AU)

When Paradis Island is attacked by Marleyan forces again after ten years of apparent peace, Survey Corps are forced to enroll a male from each family in their military. To save your old and injured father from a certain death, in a world where females aren't allowed to do nothing else than taking care of the household, you pretend to be a man to bring honor to your family, taking part of the Survey Corps guided by the cold, blunt yet handsome Captain Levi.

(pics are not mine, credits to lavlien for cosplay pics, reader's basically padme)

only on Ao3a

- a new chapter out every monday from next week!

PROLOGUE: CALL TO ARMS

CHAPTER I: HONOUR

CHAPTER II:BALANCE

CHAPTER III:ADRENALINE

CHAPTER IV:BLACK

CHAPTER V: ALONE

CHAPTER VI: TRUST

i remember this being the reason why i got back into reading fanfics 🥺 so beautifully written and one of the best fics ive read. still heartbroken author discontinued the fic 🥺

a line without a hook

pairing. levi ackerman x fem!reader

synopsis. Had you known that such a mysterious, brooding man would throw you into a series of unfortunate events, maybe you wouldn’t have saved him from the women crowding him into a corner that night at the first ball of the season.

But had you known that you, of all the women who had fawned over him and begged to be spared at least a glance from someone as beautiful as Levi Ackerman, were the only one who had ever felt the warmth of him smile.  

So maybe, just maybe, all the chaos that had been birthed from your first meeting was worth it. All the blood that had been spilled and the tears that have been shed was all worth it.

tags. 19th century!au, angst, fluff, swearing, slight suggestive themes, kinda slow burn, mentions of violence, slight themes of misogyny, age gap

notes. did i write this because i couldn’t stop binge watching pride and prejudice? oh, most definitely. do i have any shame that i recite lines to myself? kinda…just kinda. 

chapters

part one.  “do you dance, mr. ackerman?” 

part two. “i have a proposition to make.” 

part three. “merely tolerable, really.” 

part four. “what have i discovered? very little.” 

part five. “what a shame for i dearly love to laugh.” 

part six. “i cannot accept you.” 

part seven. “doors are meant to be knocked on, mr. ackerman.”

part eight. “don’t be mean.” 

part nine. “what business do you have with me?” 

part ten. “she’s safely hidden in my heart.” 

part eleven. “am i to be held accountable?”

part twelve. “once upon a dream…” 

part thirteen. “i see you’ve kept your promise.” 

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— Status: completed.

— Pairing: Jean x fem!Reader, friends to lovers.

— General info: 18+, modern college au, multi-chapter fic.

— Warnings: nsfw, smut, fluff, jealousy, virginity loss, mentions of underage drinking.

— Summary: Who would you fall for if not for each other? 

Links: AO3 | Masterlist  

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