REQUEST Paperwork (Jean x Reader)

You sat at one of the many dinner tables alone. You weren’t eating anything; in fact there wasn’t a plate in front of you but instead, a pile of papers were spread across the table. You held a pen in your hand, filling out form after form. You were filling the work out because it had to be done and it was one of the few things you were good at. You were never good in military training. You were assigned paperwork to do because of this reason. Surprisingly, you didn’t mind it at all. It had become a relaxing thing to do at dinner time.

After graduating from training, you decided to go into the Survey Corps. It may have been an idiotic decision, but you chose to do it anyways. You did it because your best friend, Jean Kirschtein decided to join.

You turned your head away from the table, resting your hand for a brief moment. You scanned the huge room filled with soldiers. You didn’t see Jean anywhere so you checked again. Still, there was no sign of the young man. You let out a sigh and faced the table once more. Jean was standing on the other side of the table looking at you. “Hello ______.”

“You scared me, Jean!” You squeal, looking up at him. You stared into his sunny yellow eyes.

“You get scared easily, ______. It’s not my fault.” Jean mumbled, sitting down at the table. “What’s with all the papers?” He asked.

“I have to sign these letters that are going out to the families of some of the dead soldiers.” You said; eyes now shifted down to the papers. You had forgotten what you were signing until now.

“Oh.” Jean responded. He seemed to be at a loss of words for once. It didn’t surprise you after you thought about it for a few moments. You stood up and walked to the other side of the table, slumping down next to him.

His friend, Marco, had been killed months back and you knew that it still hurt him. When you found Jean crying over it one day you had said sorry over and over again. Jean asked you why you were apologizing when you did nothing. You told him that you were sorry that you couldn’t make him feel any better. Without meaning to, saying that made him smile for just a second which was good enough for you.

You looked at Jean’s face closely, trying to determine his current emotions. You couldn’t figure it out so you just asked. “Are you okay, Jean?”

Jean looked down at you, a soft smile complimenting his face. “Yeah, _______...I’m fine. I might actually dare to say I’m feeling amazing right now.” You were caught off guard by his response.

“Wait, what?” You were puzzled. You were expecting him to be thinking about Marco, but in reality, he was happy. He couldn't possibly be happy with Marco filling his mind.

“I know what you’re thinking, ________. You don’t understand. Marco…” He paused, most likely to keep himself calm.  “He doesn’t make me sad anymore; he is one of the things pushing more forward.” Jean leaned down just a little bit. “Another thing that keeps me going is you, _______.” He lifted both his hands up to your cheeks. The warmth of his hands matched the heat coming from your face. He closed his eyes and gently pressed his lips against yours.

Thoughts bounced through your head. You pushed enough of them away to gain control of yourself. You shut your own eyes and kissed him back, enjoy every second of it. Once it was over, Jean spoke. “You see, ________...I-I really care about you.” He seemed flustered.

You pulled him close to you with your arms tightly around him. “I really care about you too, silly.” You took his head in your small hands and lowered him down to your level so you can give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

You two stayed cuddled up to each other until you were forced to part ways for the night. You waved goodbye to him and he left for bed. You looked down at the papers waiting to be signed, letting out a long sigh. You sat down and got back to work, trying to get everything right with your mind full of Jean Kirschtein.