Attack On Titan Oneshots [mostly au] {requests closed!}

The Things I Know - JeanxDepressed!Reader AU

WARNING! Self harm is mentioned so if you aren't comfortable with that don't read.

I felt like I haven't done a JeanxReader in a while and they are all where the reader is depressed, but it fits so I do it.

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JEAN'S POV

"Jean, if you want to come with me you can. I'm not stopping you. Just be prepared to deal with my dad. " (y/n) was walking home from school as I followed behind her. Her long sleeved (dark color) knit sweater she always wore covering her (s/c) arms that I've always wanted to see. I was going to go over to her house with her since she didn't have (sport) practice today, but that was always difficult because her dad hates me. Her mom was fine, it's always the dad.

"You could at least sound more enthusiastic. "

"You and I both know that is almost impossible for me unless it has to do with a band or anime. " I sighed knowing she was right. I sped up a bit to walk beside her and by then we were at her door. She knocked softly and the door opened to her one and only dad.

"Hello (y/n). Jean." I put on one of the least smug looking smiles (which was still quite smug) I could. I swear I heard him growl, but he stepped back and let us both in, tripping me.

"Dad, that's rude. " (y/n) turned back around, stopping me from falling into her and side glaring her dad. We continued upstairs until we got to the band poster-decorated room with a (f/c) bed in the center. (Y/n) sat on her bed and patted the spot next to her. I sat down beside her.

"What was it you wanted to talk about?" She pulled out a notebook that I suspected had her song lyrics and a pencil.

"I wanted to ask you something and then tell you something. "

"Okay, shoot." she held her fingers up in a gun and 'shot' me.

"Why do you always wear long pants and sweaters, even when it's summer?" Her hands fell a bit and her eyes noticeably widened.

"I just like sweaters and long pants. I'm a little self concious." She's usually not as bad at lying like this, so I grabbed her arms and her sleeves fell down a bit to show wilts and cuts aligning her arms and wrists.

"Tell me this isn't on your legs too and that you just like wearing long pants. " Her eyes flicked down at her lap and I knew I was sadly right. I sighed.

"I'm staying with you all day and all night. Doesn't matter where. I will sleep on your floor. I'm staying and helping you. " I meant every word I said and she seemed to be happy. It's been a while since I've seen her happy like this. She side hugged me.

"Where are the blades?" She pointed over to her closet.

"In the soles of my faded green converse. " I was happy she didn't put up a fight. I was even happier to know I could help a friend. Maybe I could just wait to tell her.

TIMESKIP YOUR POV

"ITS NOT MY FAULT YOU SUCK AT IT!"

"YES IT IS I WAS DISTRACTED BY YOU TRYING TO DO BETTER THAN ME!"

"SORRY I WOUNDED YOUR EGO BECAUSE YOU CANT HIT THAT BALL FOR YOUR LIFE!" Wanna guess what we are doing? Playing tennis. And Jean sucks at it. He either hits it like a small child or it hits his thick ass skull. I walked around the net over to him and flicked his already hurting head.

"You're so hard to get through to you know that?" He just mumbled incoherently at my comment and turned his head away from me, causing me to smile a bit. I guess when Jean said he was going to help me he really meant it and more.

He actually did sleep on my floor for about a month before my dad found out, so he just came early in the morning after that. But still, he was sincere.

"And you're an idiot. A really cute idiot." he mumbled once again but I heard him. Should I take this as all the other times he complemented me or blush? Maybe I'll do both. I blushed and I didn't really know how to respond.

"Wanna go do something that'll boost your ego?" I finally managed to get out and he turned back to me with a look that said 'are you talking about what I think your talking about?'

"YouTube video fails." At that, we packed our stuff, changed clothes, and ran back to my house heading straight to the laptop.

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"I told you that would help."

"I'm supposed to be helping you." He said in a playful tone. I don't think he realized what position we were in. I was half way on his lap while he had his arms around my waist. Normally, I wouldn't be bothered by this. We're best friends, this was kinda a routine thing to hold each other. But I knew this swelling feeling in my stomach and the fluttery feeling in my head all to well. I guess I had fallen for him harder than I've fallen for anyone else.

Before I could ask him about it, I felt his head in the crook of my neck.

"Squishy." Squishy? Is he serious? Why squishy?

"There were plenty of other words to use. " Thank the universe I did not stutter. Me : 1 feelings : 0.

"But the word squishy works because it usually means it's cute. Like you. " I blushed again. I don't know how others "stop" a blush. It's impossible for this girl.

"Jean quit being--" I cut myself off when I felt a pair of soft, warm lips on my neck making their way up to the corner of my mouth. Thank the universe again my dad isn't here.

Before he actually got to my lips he stopped and lingered.

"I assume you understand what I'm trying to say, right?" I wouldn't make him say it. I felt like I could read his mind and the words were clear.

'I like you (y/n).'

I turned towards him a little bit, now straddling his waist, and kissed him. I couldn't be happier to have my first kiss with soon-to-be-boyfriend, Jean Kirchstein.

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Is there anyone in particular you guys want? I don't want to be repetitive and do the same person every other oneshot. After this : idk