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Copper Can Shine P6 (JeanxCheerleader!Reader)

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Warning: Just a few swear words here, not enough to warrant a mature rating I don't think but just a heads up ^^

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Marco paced the floor of his dorm room back and forth, agitated. His teeth nibbled on his bottom lip, running a hand through his dark head of hair every now and then. After leaving Jean in the changing rooms earlier, he'd not seen the boy for the past half an hour, and he was actually getting quite worried about him.

Maybe [Name] caught up to him after all and they're just having a talk right now. They need to talk. It will be good for them. He naively hoped. However his gut feeling was that rather than talk, they'd be quite physically brash to each other as per usual.

I don't know that though. Maybe they are sorting out their differences right now, if of course they are together. Give them some credit Marco... The tan freckled boy smiled hopefully, liking this new scenario.

That's it! They will be making friends right as I'm thinking this. I'm sure of it!

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"Pretentious ass!"

"Oh I'm pretentious?"

"Yes! Despite locking yourself in a room again for the second time in two days, you're still acting like a know it all pompous windbag!"

"Windbag? Who do you think you are, Shakespeare? If you're going to insult me at least make from this decade."

You ground your teeth together to bite back your snide remark. Arguing like this was going to get the both of you absolutely no where.

"Do you think you can use that big head of yours to figure a way out of here?"

"I do not have a big head." Jean snapped, a hand lifting to ruffle his hair slightly, almost as if he was checking it's size.

You snorted.

"Sure you don't. Just look at that five head gleaming away at me."

Jean gasped, his cheeks deepening in shade, his hand now running across his forehead wearily.

"Can you refrain from snapping at me for five minutes and help me look for a way out?" His honey eyes narrowed at your angry looking figure, arms crossed and eyebrows frowning. You were just as impressed as he was at your situation, and that was not very much to say the least.

"Fine." You sighed, giving in to common sense. Working together did seem more effective, and would hopefully shorten your time locked in the male changing rooms.

With an angry frustrated tension in the air, both of you began searching for a way out of the small changing rooms.

-

Sasha sat up on her bed, finishing painting her nails of her left hand. Christa had given her some yesterday so she'd decided to use it. The rest of the girls were also in the dorm room, lounging on their beds as well and engaging in idle chatter to pass the time. Sasha however, frowned ever so slightly. She was missing her best friend.

"What the heck Christa?" Ymir suddenly yelped, looking at the blonde girl aghast.

"Wh-what?" She stammered, a light pink dusting her cheeks.

"How in the hell can you think Reiner is attractive?" The brunette sounded extremely disappointed, but the other girls suddenly burst into laughter causing Christa to deepen in colour.

"You have a crush on Reiner?" Annie asked, speaking for the first time since they had arrived back at the dorm. Her eyebrow had raised high, being a close friend of Reiner's she could easily spill the beans.

"Well I...I don't know yet I just think he's quite...charming." She stammered in answer, and Ymir's frown deepened.

"You don't need a man like that Christa."

Sasha looked towards Ymir in wonder, a thought popping to the fore front of her mind. She'd been contemplating this for a while now, but she was certain of it.

A smirk played on Sasha's lips.

You have to tel her Ymir or you'll never have a shot! All she needed was a nudge in the right direction to spill her feelings towards the blonde.

"Yeah, lesbi-honest Christa..." Sasha saw Ymir's eyes flick towards her at the 'unintentional' slur.

"A man like that's probably not right for you." Ymir's eyes tightened in annoyance as Sasha continued to speak.

"Maybe you're, I dunno... Barking up the wrong tree?"

"I am?" Christa titled her head, confused but in thought.

"Okay I think that's enough for today don't you?" Ymir glared at Sasha as she spoke loudly, fully confirming her thoughts.

"What ever you say Ymir!" Sasha beamed at her friend who, at this particular moment, looked like she wanted to strangle her.

"Who do you like anyway Mikasa? Have you got your eye on one of Sina Academy's fine bachelors?" Swiftly Sasha turned to Mikasa, breaking eye contact with the angry brunette on her other side.

If looks could kill I'd be struck down right now!

"Huh me? No one." Mikasa shrugged from her bed, onyx eyes glancing downward.

"Come on, you must do! What about Eren?" Christa asked, also excited. Annie laid back down on her bed, rolling her eyes.

"We are family. Nothing more." She answered flatly, her eyes looking unhappy.

"That's fair enough, I guess dating your step brother would be weird!" Christa wondered allowed.

"Also he seems to be attached to [name] a lot recently." Sasha mentioned, recalling the brunette always hovering around when she remembered talking to [name]. In fact, she struggled to recall a time when he was not there when he could be.

"Come to think of it, he has huh?"

"Maybe they're just good friends?" Christa offered.

"I dunno. There's something a bit more weird to it to be just friendship." Ymir pictured Eren sat next to [name] in the dining hall. It seemed more to her anyway.

"Hey, where is [name] any how?" Mikasa asked, gesturing your absence.

Sasha sighed. She didn't know where, but she had a pretty good idea who her friend was with.

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Your head was in your hands as you sat down on one of the cold benches in the changing rooms, tired. Unsuccessfully you and Jean had searched and searched, but all windows were firmly shut and the only main exit you found was the one in which you entered.

You were stuck here. For an indefinite amount of time. With Jean Kirschtein. Great.

"Well this is great." Jean voiced your thoughts, sat on the bench opposite you also looking immensely irritated.

"Are we going to have to wait until tomorrow to be let out?" The thought struck you with a horrible force. You didn't know if anyone knew you were actually in here, or if the care taker would come in the afternoons. Jean was also silent, contemplating this unfavourable possibility. His face had fallen, his previously annoyed stance slackening. The air of frustration had vanished, making room for one of doubt and worry. The both of you would be beyond hungry, and you'd have to sleep somehow in the cold changing rooms. And it felt like one of those places that got...spooky at night. Neither of you wanted this option, but the harsh reality of it hit you both hard.

"At least there's toilets..." Jean's voiced wavered as he spoke, not really to anyone, but in attempt to lift the unsettling atmosphere. Your stomach growled as if to emphasise the situation.

"I'm going to be starving..." You moaned mournfully, clutching your stomach.

"Me too, especially after rigorous training." Jean agreed, patting his stomach sadly.

"At least you haven't been tossed in the air." You grumbled, and Jean's eyes widened.

"You've already started doing that...?"

"Hitch doesn't like to waste time." You explained, remembering the first time you were thrown into the air in practise. It was by an experience second year, but it had still been terrifying. And it still was days later.

"I see... Coach Shadis is sort of the same I guess. He likes to push boundaries." Jean subconsciously rubbed his shin, a place where Marco had accidentally booted him when practising tries. The freckled teen hadn't waited for his friend to move long enough, had gone for it, and resulted in dropping Jean to the ground.

"You aren't kidding, he likes to push the boundaries of my ear drums. I can hear him from the other side of the pitch."

Jean snorted.

"Try being at the centre of it all when playing. That guy is enough to scare you into legging it for a touch down." He rolled his honey eyes.

"I can only imagine. Hitch is bad enough herself, she's obsessed with everything being...perfect."

Jean raised his eyebrow as a signal for you to continue.

"If we get even one step wrong...we have to start the entire routine again from the top." You sighed.

"You're kidding?"

"I wish."

"Cheerleaders have it tough huh?"

You lifted your head slightly, tilting it to one side as you looked at the copper haired boy sat opposite you.

"So do footballers it seems." Before you knew it, a smile touched the corners of your mouth and similarly, Jean's lips were doing the same. He wasn't smirking or smiling smugly... But genuinely smiling at you.

Oddly, your heart thumped hard.

"I can totally see Hitches perfectionist side that you talked about." Jean continued, oblivious to your confused expression. What was up with your heart? Like that was totally odd, right...?

Jean was still looking at you, waiting expectantly and you realised you needed to answer him.

"You can?" You asked, shrugging off the weird thoughts.

"Yeah I mean, look how she is with the...uh, with the dance..." The copper haired boys face heated up and he suddenly regretted his words. The dance was the last thing he wanted to bring up, as it was technically the reason why they were there in the first place.

Maybe she won't notice...?

"Oh yes. The dance."

Damn it.

"Uh, ye-yeah the uh, dance..." Jean mumbled, his hand raising to cup the back of his neck awkwardly, his honey gaze sliding to the floor. Heat was radiating off his neck and he could only imagine how red he looked.

"We still need to talk about that." You folded your arms, triumphant. There was no where for him to go this time, and the only thing he could do was to blatantly refuse to speak to you. But you knew you could make him if it came to that.

"There isn't anything to talk about I told you."

"Yeah there is, like why were you being all cuddly up to me and...well nice."

Jean scoffed.

"I can be nice."

"What, just not to me?"

"Bingo."

You gritted your teeth at his stupid smirk, the expression irking you somewhat.

Damn you know how to grate on my nerves boy!

But you weren't about to let this go by falling for his neatly placed trap. Ignoring the bait you pressed on.

"And yet you were nice to me out in the field. Jean, I know something happened out there because I felt it. Don't tell me you didn't either. What the hell was going on in your head?"

Jean once again cast his gaze to the floor, a slight pucker forming between his eyebrows as he scowled. Talking about feelings and what he was thinking... Was never something he'd been great at. He could never find the right words to express himself and generally, it was a sucky experience for everyone involved.

"I....I don't know what you're talking about."

"Jean Kirschtein!"

Said boy jumped at the shout, and swiftly looked up to find you stood in front of him, and boy did you look angry. He gulped.

"I have had enough of skirting around this God damn issue, so spit it out now or I will get you back twice as bad for your recent prank!"

Jean didn't even have to wonder if you'd make good on your promise, he knew you would. As long as this rivalry between you two was going, you had made a mockery of him numerous times with payback pranks. Often better than what he could manage. He didn't even want to think about what you would do, especially when this ticked off...

"Okay okay! Sheesh just...just sit down or something." Jean raised his hands either side of his head in a gesture of peace, his palms facing you. Frowning, you plonked yourself down on the seat next to him.

"Right...well..."

"Just tell me what you were thinking copper." You offered the clearly struggling boy a starting point. His usual ever so slightly tanned skin was now a blazing red of embarrassment.

"Yeah okay... Well in truth I... And please for the love of God don't hurt me. I don't actually um, know what I was thinking."

Jean finished, still fixing his gaze down. But you didn't answer. He left it and left it, but you still did not answer him. The curiosity was killing him, so mustering all his will power, he forced his honey eyes up to face you...

"[name]?"

"Are you actually fucking kidding me right now?"

"Uh..." Jean knew he'd goofed again. Your face did not look impressed with his explanation in the slightest.

"You don't know? Seriously?"

"I mean it, I'm sorry I can't-"

"That doesn't cut it Jean!"

"It's not my fault that I suck at this okay?" The copper haired boy buried his face into his hands, turning away from you, and you sat back slightly, confused. He said he sucked? At what, talking?

"I jush anted at oo an Eren ad." He mumbled, voice muffled by his long hands.

"What...?"

Jean finally lifted his face up, but still didn't turn to you, rather stared straight ahead.

"I said, I... Ugh, I just wanted what you and Eren had. It-it looked nice and I... I wanted to have that."

You sat in silence, stunned. Finally you'd gotten sense out of his actions, but... It hadn't been what you expected at all.

Jean didn't even want to turn to look at you for fear of what you might look/say to him. He'd never blushed as hard as this, and by far this was more excruciating than any prank pulled on him.

And don't even get me started on how I wanted it with only you.

That last thought could not be said, even if he tried to say it. There was no way he'd say it out loud, especially as he was completely confused by it himself. He'd not thought about it, or even confronted it since the day of the dance practise, but pushed it to the side and paid it no mind.

I wanted it with you [name], it annoyed me to see you that comfortable with Jaeger. His brain had a helpful epiphany.

"Jean I..."

"I know I know, it's weird and that's why I didn't want to say anything okay? Christ this is harder than I ever imagined." His hand rose to rub the back of his neck awkwardly, his eyes still stubbornly refusing to look anywhere near your direction.

Suddenly you felt bad. It was obvious that he had a hard time discussing feelings, and he genuinely did seem to be embarrassed to hell right now. So you did something you never attempted before - tried to make Jean Kirschtein feel better.

"Um, it isn't uh, weird at all..." Well it was, but it wasn't all together a negative weird. You were still attempting to wrap your head around what he'd said yourself.

Jean scoffed.

"Yes it is." He saw through your white lie.

"Well... Yeah okay it is a little. I thought you didn't like me?"

The rivalry between you two was a well known thing for everyone in the school.

"[Name] I don't... Don't hate you or anything. And I don't dislike you either. I mean, school wouldn't be the same without your incessant bullying and pranks." Finally those honey eyes gathered enough courage to face you, showing that he meant every word he said. And to your surprise, you could see where he was coming from.

"You're right... I don't dislike you either and imagining not taking my frustration out on you is odd." You agreed, also being honest. Like it or not, Jean had become a big part of your life, as much as your friends Sasha, Christa and everyone was.

"Rivals aren't supposed to hate each other anyway. That's what enemies are." Jean added. Not once had he ever thought of you as an enemy, nor you him.

These constant epiphanies were weirding you out, so you shook your head to try and clear it. Jean's eyes lingered on you, watching your puzzled face. His eyes scanned over your body, still clad in your cheer uniform, and he noticed little goosebumps rising on your arms.

Shit she must be freezing in here, in that tiny uniform. Those things seriously aren't practical.

You were still going over the implications of what Jean had said in your head, confused about what he meant by it. "I wanted what you and Eren had." What, friendship? The fact that both of you could stand each other enough to warrant physical contact? Just what was it the copper haired boy had meant...?

Suddenly a warm sensation brought you out of your thoughts, and looking up you realised Jean had wrapped his football jacket around your shoulders. [e/c] eyes shot to his face in awe.

"You uh...you looked cold and it's kind of freezing in here so... Yeah." Jean babbled, his honey eyes looking anywhere but at you.

You were stunned at this... This chivalrous move. So unlike the man you knew.

Or is it? Just because we have a rivalry going and we aren't the nicest towards each other, doesn't mean that he's not nice at all.

Maybe he had it in him all along...?

"Thank you." You barely managed to whisper. The jacket was still warm from Jean's body heat, and there was the faintest scent of whatever deodorant he used. It smelled...nice.

Ugh what am I even thinking? You wondered, thoroughly confused with yourself.

"It's um, it's no problem." Jean mumbled. Watching you sat freezing while he was warm in his regular clothes didn't seem right to Jean, and made him look a bit of an ass in his mind. It had been the right thing to do, that's all.

A smile tugged at his lips as he remembered something Marco had said to him once.

Damn it Marco, how are you always right? I'm surprised she accepted it though, I mean, it is an item of my clothing after all...

Jean was sneaking sly glances at you when he thought you weren't looking. Some of the other guys on the team had let girls wear their football jackets or even given them to girls to keep, which is something he thought he'd never do. But now, seeing her buried in a jacket that had his player number on it, his last name on it...

Well, he could honestly say he liked the way it looked.

Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?

The copper haired boy tugged on the collar of his shirt.

"This is actually really warm, I wish the cheer team had these."

Jean watched as she pulled the material closer around her frame, tucking herself into it comfortably. Her [h/c] hair ruffled slightly at the back from the bunched up material, a contented smile pulling the corners of those soft looking lips.

Jean gulped. Hard.

Damn it what is wrong with me? Just because she's in your jacket doesn't automatically make her hot. Not that she isn't anyway, but - what am I saying!? Jean's thoughts were a mess as he actually looked at you properly. Fists clenched at his sides, cheeks heating up.

I do not like her in that way, Jean get a grip on yourself would you! .... But man, her lips sure do look soft...

"[N-name]..." Jean suddenly cleared his throat and you looked to him, seeing his face had retained that beetroot colour. He was pulling an odd expression that you couldn't quite place.

"Yeah?"

"That...well uh, you look...hmm uh..."

You were about to tell the awkward boy to grow a pair and spit it out, but before you could speak a soft warmth enveloped your lips, gentle pressure stopping you from speaking. Your body froze in shock as you realised what was happening. Jean was kissing you. Albeit very hesitantly and lightly, but still... His lips were pressed against yours in a shy kiss.

Slowly Jean pulled back slightly, only enough so you could see his shy, nervous looking face. Honey eyes gazed down into yours as you gulped. You couldn't bring yourself to say anything, even though your mind was screaming at you to ask what the hell did he think he was playing at. But you couldn't voice it. You could only sit still as he sat close to you in the bench, his gaze captivating.

Jean himself had no idea what he was doing, but he was finding it hard to think. His heart hammered against his chest, and all he knew was that he wanted to feel those lips again. His hand moved with him hardly realising, lifting up slowly to gently cup your cheek.

And once again his lips were on yours, but this time rougher, more urgent. What was weirder was instead of pushing him away repulsed... You were kissing him back, lips moulding together in something akin to desperation. Jean uttered a throaty groan of approval, thrilled at your acceptance. His other arm wound around your waist, sliding you down the bench and pulling you closer to him. His broad chest was pressed firmly against yours, your hands winding around his neck to hold yourself in place, closing any distance between the two of you. Jean took over all of your senses, your thoughts; his fast moving lips, warm strong hands and heady scent the only things you could focus on right now.

Suddenly he caught your bottom lip between his teeth and pulled gently - a request. With a muffled moan you opened your mouth and granted his wish, letting him slide his tongue into your hot mouth. Fingers grasped at your waist, pulled at your hair.

"[Name]..." Jean panted as you broke apart for breath, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest and the furious beating of his heart. His honey eyes were hooded with lust, locking with your gaze, not allowing you to look away. This boy was drawing you in and you couldn't stop it, didn't want to stop it. Your lips were tingling from the missing pressure of Jean's own swollen ones.

The waiting was like torture, you wanted more of this copper haired boy, but you didn't want time to dwell on why. But before you could ask for more, Jean's head suddenly snapped to look at the doorway.

"Jean...?" You whispered confused, and he turned back to look at you, frowning slightly.

"Can you hear...whistling?" He whispered back.

"Whistling?"

Suddenly the doors sprang open and the afternoon sun filtered in from the now big open space where the door used to be, lighting up the previously dark dank changing rooms. There, stood in the entrance was...

"Fuck" Jean hissed and the two of you sprang apart as the school care taker walked in. His face was a mask of confusion mixed with horror of walking in on two...incriminating students for the second time in two days. In fact, he thought he recognised one of them... The boy looked oddly familiar...

"Hey! Were you in the supply-"

"Nice talking Bill catch you later!" Jean babbled and all but threw himself off the bench, sprinting past the man with all the energy he could muster, you following not too far behind.

The care taker sighed.

"Kids these days." He muttered.

-

<<<Part 5

Part 7>>>
There are some swear words in this!! Just not enough to put mature I don't think. Just a heads up ^^

I'm so sorry this took so long >.< If it makes any difference I've started my placement at Uni and things are busy but... Here is Jean x Reader! ^^ I've been wanting them to kiss for a while now heh xD 

Hope this was okay with you! Wanted to write a bit more but the chapter was loooong so I'll have to continue it in the next chapter! 

Comments are always appreciated! :D
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Where are my clothes?

Jean, stop this. You're doing Bill a frightening.