ANGELS LIKE YOU| Jean Kirstein

I definitely definitely recommend 'nothing's gonna hurt you baby' by cigarettes after sex
You don't have to listen but I think it suits this chapter.

It's late when I knock on his door. The hallway of his dorm completely silent.

After the fight, everyone tried to comfort me. Trying to get me to drink and have fun.

But I couldn't. The one person I wanted to see wasn't there.

Even Annie tried to cheer me up but it didn't work. I just wanted to make sure he was ok.

In the end Annie persuaded Armin to drive me to his dorm. He didn't want to at first out of fear that Eren would find out, but he gave in soon after.

As the door opens I hold my breath. Preparing for the worst.

He looks rough. His hair messy, tucked behind his ears, his eyes look swollen and red. The cut above his brow still looks like it's bleeding. His knuckles are bruised and bright red, some spilt open.

My gut wrenches at the sight of him. He looks so hurt. This is my fault.

He stands in front of me, looking down at me. His expression softens as tears begin to escape my eyes.

Grabbing my arm, he pulls me into him. I crash into his chest just as a sob erupts from me.

He closes the door behind us and wraps his arms tightly around me, resting his head on top of mine.

"Don't cry sweetheart"

"I'm sorry" I sob into him.

He lightly chuckles, pulling me away from him whilst keeping his hands on my shoulders.

"What are you sorry for? You didn't do anything wrong"

I bring my hands up to cover my face as I sob harder.

"It's my fault I ran into him. I should have watched where I was going"

"Easy mistake. It was completely crowded. None of it was your fault" he tries to make me feel better.

"But still if it wasn't for me you would have never gotten into a fight with him. Where did you even come from?" I look up at him.

"I forgot to tell you where the bathroom was after you left so I thought I'd try and find you" he says

"Y/n when I heard what he was saying I- I just couldn't control myself. In that moment I wanted to kill him. He's fucking disgusting" he takes his hands off of me now, running them through his hair.

"Forget about him. I don't care what he said to me. I'm worried about you" I say grabbing his hand and examining it.

It looks incredibly painful.

"Do you have anything to clean this up with?" I look up.

He looks down at me with sympathetic eyes, a small smile playing on his lips.

"There's a first aid kit in the bathroom. I'll go and get it. you wait here" he says before leaving.

I wipe my face clear of the stranded tears, walking towards his couch.

The table in the middle of the room has an opened bottle of whiskey and a glass half full.

He comes back in again, a first aid kit in his hands.

He places it down in front me, sitting down on the couch. There's a silence between us as I begin to clean his hands up.

"I'm never gonna let anyone speak to you like that ever again" he says out of the blue.

I gaze up at him as I rub some cream onto his knuckles.

"Let me do your eyebrow as well" I state ignoring his previous comment, afraid of what I'll say to him if we talk about it.

"I'm not playing around y/n. I swear if anyone ever touches or speaks to you in the wrong way I won't hesitate to put them in the hospital. They don't know what an amazing person you are" I move towards his face, wiping the blood off his brow as he continues.

"And just to clarify. You're not fucking boring and you never were or ever will be. You're a beautiful person and if no one can see that then I'll be the first one to make sure they do. I definitely don't deserve you" he brings his hand up to my cheek, wiping away a tear I didn't know I had let out.

"I don't deserve you either Jean. I never will. You're incredibly compassionate. You might not show it but I can see right through you. I know how deeply you care for everyone. I'll never deserve such kindness"

"Y/n, everything everyone says about me is true. I'm everything they said I would be. I'm not a good person. I get into fights for no reason. I smoke too much and I used to sleep around. I'm not good enough for you"

I wrap my arms around him now, bringing him into a hug.

"Jean. No ones perfect. I don't want you to change. I don't want you to be flawless. I like you just the way you are. I don't want anything else from you. I knew what I was getting myself into, I didn't care what people said about you. I'd much rather form my own opinion on you. I really like you" I pull away from him.

He's crying.

"Please don't cry baby" I say wiping his tears for him and leaning in to capture his lips into a sweet kiss.

"No ones ever made me feel the way you make me feel before" he admits

"I feel like I'm on cloud nine when I'm with you" I respond

He leans in again, kissing me passionately, his hands cupping my cheeks.

I giggle into him.

This night didn't go to plan at all. But at least now I know how he feels about me.

We may not have discussed what we are, but at least we got things off our chests.

"Stay the night" he says pulling away but keeping a grip on my face.

"Okay" I smile.

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Come on now guys, you're literally in love can you like fuck now?

Anyways a very short chapter because I'm exhausted.

I feel like this chapter was messy asf but progress people, progress.

Thanks for reading <3