Here we go. These are some oneshots I wrote for my friends as Christmas presents. Basically it's Attack on Titan character x friend. These suck, I know. Enjoy them. OR eLSE.
Jean x Reya
It was Christmas and Jean was spending it with a Christmas tree.
It wasn't fair. Eren had been invited to some kind of party, as had Mikasa, and even Armin.
Whoopee, Jean wasn't. He didn't really care about THAT though. He didn't WANT to go to some lame Christmassy party.
It would be funny if I could see Captain Rivaille drunk though, thought Jean idly.
But even that, he didn't care about.
He had been waiting for the right moment, and the right moment had passed. He had wanted so badly to ask out a girl in the survey corps who not many people seemed to notice. She had many friends, but big-head Eren and his loyal subjects just didn't seem to notice her. That was how Jean noticed her.
FLASHBACK
It was Christmas time; Eren, Mikasa, and Armin were eating a chocolate log next to the Christmas tree, while Jean watched scary movies. But they were lame though.
"Excuse me?"
Jean looked up.
It was a girl; she had been talking to Mikasa.
"Hello," said Mikasa, smiling slightly at the girl, who looked lost right then.
"I just wanted to-" The girl gulped. "Never mind. Um, where's the nearest restroom?"
FLASHBACK END
Maybe it was how beautiful she was. Beautiful didn't just mean how her hair always looked automatically washed, nor did it mean her innocent but not features. She was beautiful because of how vibrant she looked. How she always seemed to be happy.
Or maybe it was just that she looked vulnerable and lost and a little bit….scared? that Jean fell in love with her. Reya.
That was last Christmas. Over time, Jean had met Reya properly. They'd become, what, companions? Well, they were something. But Jean had been in love with Reya exactly one year and he'd never made any kind of move on her. But he had too. Soon. Or someone like Armin, who was as amazingly kawaii as Reya, would get there first. Or something like that.
The doorbell rang.
Shut up shut up shut UP.
The doorbell rang.
Go AWAY go AWAY go AWAY.
"OPEN THE DOOR OR I'LL SET AN EFFING TITAN ON YOU."
Jean stopped for a second. Oh GODS. He knew that voice.
It was Reya.
"Just a second, I need to put up some mistletoe," he thought.
OH WAIT.
HE SAID IT.
OUT LOUD.
"OH GODS."
The door was broken.
"You broke the door," said Jean in disbelief. SHE WAS SO AMAZINGLY BADASS.
"Yes, I did," said Reya sweetly. "Someone refused to open it."
SHE WAS SO AMAZINGLY BADASS.
"Were you talking about mistletoe?" she said, then. "Because I heard you talk about mistletoe."
"You have the ears of an elephant," said Jean, shaking his head. Then he realised that he had been the most unromantic he could ever be.
"I mean," he stammered. "I'm just-"
She kissed him.
His knees melted and he fell.
"OH GOD, ARE YOU OKAY?" Reya yelled.
"I never thought melting at the knees was a literal expression," joked Jean, then he winced. Not the time for jokes, horseface.
"Neither did I," said Reya, smiling a little. Then she pushed him to the sofa and kissed him again.
He fell off the sofa.
"Christ, woman! Give a man some WARNING," said Jean, trying to get up.
"Sorry, Jean," apologised Reya, trying to help Jean up. "I won't do that again?"
Silence.
"You wanna try again, don't you?"
"Yep."
"Same."
This time, Jean knew what was coming. He suddenly prayed that his kissing standards weren't as sloppy as his old girlfriend constantly complained about.
He kissed her. Her lips were rough, probably from trying to kiss him twice before, but she still tasted good, like, what, vanilla? He attempted to turn his head and the two bumped noses.
"Ouch. Sorry, Reya," muttered Jean.
"Don't apologise," said Reya weakly. "Hey, did you know that kissing is good for you?"
"It is?" Jean pulled back. "Strangely, I don't really care if it's good for you or if it murders you…."
"You're so weird," sniggered Reya.
"Yeah," said Jean softly. He looked at her. "Merry Christmas, Reya."