(A/N: b/n is for the name of someone you really hate. Like: bitch's name)
Lying on Jean’s chest the two of you watched your favorite movie. Nuzzling on his chest you couldn’t think of anything better than watching a movie with your boyfriend as pillow. In opposition to you Jean wasn’t pleased with the current situation. Hating the movie you heard him mumble swears and sighing every once in a while which really didn’t help you to concentrate on the film or falling asleep on him. Annoyed you rose from his chest and looked at him.
“Jean, what’s wrong?”
“It’s unfair. Girls get treated far too nice. You can do whatever you like when you say ’ but I’m the girl and you must be the gentleman’.”
“It’s fair!! We pay a high price for it! We can’t go out with our friends normally. There’s at least one guy who tries to grab our butt or boobs, so shut up!”
“You think it’s easy to be a man, (f/n)?”
“Of course I do!”
“Well then, let’s make a bet. You have to be a man and I’m a girl for one day. You go to work for me and I for you, we do everything the other would do, deal?”
“Deal, but I WON’T use the guy’s restroom!”
Lying back down on his chest you heard his voice again as he stroked his hands through your (h/l) hair.
“(f/n) I never asked where you actually go to work..”
With a mischievous grin you said two words which ruined his mood even more. Hearing him catch his breath you knew that he would give in quicker than you.
Using your last opportunity as a girl for the next day you decided to anger him even more for your own fun.
“You don’t work tomorrow, do you? Then the bet is tomorrow.”
“It’s unfair! Then you don’t even have to go to work!”
“But today I’m still the girl and you have to be the gentleman and do whatever I like.”
Annoyed Jean rose from the couch and vanished behind the bedroom door. Laughing to yourself you watched the movie to the end, alone.
Waking up earlier than you were used to, a long yawn was audible in the bedroom. Gazing with tired eyes at Jean’s sleeping face next to you, an arm still wrapped around your waist, you smiled at how peaceful he looked. Even though he was still angry at you he couldn’t help but pull you closer to his body when you were asleep. You hadn’t spoken to each other since yesterday though and so you were worried if it really was a good idea to anger him. Now you still had the chance to change the whole situation. He would definitely laugh at you but as soon as you would say the words that scared him to death he would shut his mouth and never talk about it ever again.
“I can go back to Eren if you like! Or you don’t get sex for the rest of the month!”
Smiling you rose from the bed and dragged your body towards the kitchen. Even though Jean was a dick from time to time he really spoiled you. Waking up earlier than you in the morning, just so you don’t have to bother about making breakfast, surprising you when you got home with flowers or a box with chocolate inside. He even admitted that he prefers to spend the weekend with you than with his friends. Of course they laughed at him but for you it was perfect, someone who really wanted to be by your side for now and forever. Unlike Eren whose only dream it was to become the best gamer in the world in this stupid titan-slayer game. Of course he loved you, but Jean was everything you’d ever wished for.
Cracking some eggs open, adding mushrooms, bacon, salt, pepper and rosemary you beat them before you put the mixture into a frying pan and watched it cooking.
(A/N: Seriously, you have to try it out, it’s soooo delicious *^*)
Watching how the eggs lost their bright yellow colour the longer they stayed in the pan, you flipped them over, avoiding that one side tasted like coal.
You didn’t have to wait long until you felt how two wiry arms embraced you from behind, earning a smile from your side as you felt Jean’s head on your shoulder. It was the same that you’d done every morning when you saw him in the kitchen. Turning around you pecked him on the lips right before you returned your attention to your breakfast.
Not giving you the chance to turn back Jean grabbed your face in his hands and pressed his lips back on yours. Wiggling in his grip you tried to push him away with little to no effort. Smiling at your glaring face, your chin nearly hit the floor as you heard his voice.
“But (f/n), I’m the girl today and you have to do whatever I like.”
You wished you could have punched him where it hurts the most as you saw his smirk. Pointing at your breakfast that already started to stick in the pan he smiled at you, grabbed the handle of the pan and placed it on a cold cooktop.
Returning to his previous actions you glanced at the clock behind him and slapped the back of his head with your hand.
Letting out a yelp of surprise he glared at you. With your index finger pointed at the clock behind him, he followed your finger with his eyes before you opened your mouth.
“Jean, you have to go to work. I’ll give you my dress and a wonderful make up.”
“Of course! We have to look perfect every day!” you said with a voice coated in honey just to annoy him even more.
Chuckling at his bewildered expression you grabbed his arm and dragged him towards your wardrobe. Taking out your beloved, ironed uniform you held it in front of his body, furrowing your brows as you noticed that your dress was far too tight for him. Smirking at your expression Jean thought he was off the hook, but as soon as he saw you smirking the colour faded from his face.
“Ahhh~ I’m so glad that I have a second uniform here. Our tailor accidentally tailored it with inches and not centimeters, so it should fit you perfectly!”
Throwing your dress towards him you watched amused how he tried to get the dress over his head. Laughing as you saw him you laid down on the floor, clutching your stomach and tried to silent your sounds. Jean in a maid-dress. Something you wouldn’t see every day.
Glaring at your laughing form he was about to give up, but he being who he was, was too proud to and even though it would have been less of a shame for him to give up than going out like this, he wanted to beat you.
Tying the ribbon around his waist to a beautiful bow behind his back you smiled at his appearance.
With a quick peck on his cheek you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him as tightly as possible. Returning the hug he asked you whether you were alright or not, such behaviour was pretty rare from your side. Mumbling a ‘It’s unbelievable how you still can look hot.’ in the crook of his neck, he smiled to himself, not a smirk, a real, genuine smile as he rested his chin on top of your head and hugged you closer to his body.
Both of you stayed like this for a brief moment, enjoying each others’ company in a comfortable silence before you let him go and knelt down on the floor, grabbed a box from under the bed and began to shuffle through it. A smile spread over your features as you turned around and held a cat tail and ears in front of his unamused face.
“Maids have to entertain their audience all the time.Today it’s my turn, have fun~.”
Regretting that he thought that you were cute just seconds ago he snatched the tail and ears out of your hand and stomped towards the entrance of your apartment, opened the door and slammed it shut.
“BUT JEAN, YOU FORGOT YOUR MAKE UP!”
“SHUT UP (F/N)!!!!”
Chuckling you put your boots on, grabbed the car-keys and locked the door. Sitting on the drivers place you looked at Jean’s offended figure next to you. It may have been funny at the beginning but now you felt sorry for him, because after all you were the one who’d agreed with this shitty idea.You laid your hand on his shoulder, squeezed it slightly, in which he backed away from you even more. Rolling your eyes you removed your hand and turned the key in its hole, waiting for the sound of the motor and as soon as you heard the familiar noise, you drove out of your parking lot.
Arriving at your work all your teammates cocked an eyebrow at your appearance.
“(f/n), where is your uniform?”
Smiling, you pulled Jean around the corner, next to you, your smile turning into a mischievous grin as you looked at your teammates. He still hadn’t spoken to you and hearing your teammates laugh at him didn’t influence his mood in a positive way.
Loud laughter was audible as they spotted Jean, eyeing him from head to toe. Explaining the whole situation to your friends and boss they thought that you had finally lost your mind, but eventually all of them agreed to your plead that he could work here for today.
Smiling at him he glared at you even more, his last hope was that the boss would throw him out of his coffee-shop.
Noticing Jean’s anger you stood on your tip toes and whispered in his ear, making sure that your breath tickled him.
“If you do a good job who knows what kind of present I might have for you tonight.”
A bunch of wolf howls from your teammates were audible in the background and he turned a few shades darker in his face, looking even more than a maid then he already had.
‘I didn’t even have to use blush.’
With a mischievous grin on his face he looked for the first time since your car ride with softened eyes at you, not like he was about to eat your soul, and said “I’d like it, but don’t forget, tonight you have to do whatever I want you to.”
The cat sounds and wolf howls grew louder and now it was your time to blush before you nodded and went behind the counter, sitting on a chair and observing him for the rest of the day.
It was fun to watch him, how he desperately tried to prove you that he was a better maid than you. The best was still to hear how your costumers reacted to him. Some of them thought that he was a utter idiot, which he actually was but let’s but that aside, the others thought that he was brave and some of the boys even flirted with him, only to laugh at him later. Every time you saw how they flirted with him you fell off your chair, laughing like a lunatic behind the counter and had to watch that you weren’t about to roll over your friends.
But the best hadn’t even happened yet, it wasn’t even ‘Entertainment-time!’ yet.
No matter how funny it was, from time to time you were about to explode. Of course some of the girls were flirting with him and told him how impressing he was, that he was brave enough to do this. The worst though was, that he flirted back and each time he did so, you ‘accidentally’ threw a melonpan at him, whistling when he turned his head to look at you.
He didn’t like the girls, he had you, whom else should he wanted to have when he’d already found the girl of his dreams, but he still had to punish you for deciding that he was the only one who really had to suffer from your bet. Knowing very well how much it hurt you to see him flirting with other girls, because he knew how hurt you were that Eren didn’t look after you, he always felt sorry when the bread hit the back of his head.
Wishing the girls a nice time he went behind the counter, grabbed your whistling figure by your sleeve and dragged you into the kitchen.
Still pissed because of the lovey-dovey with the girls you didn’t look at him and kept your gaze fixed on the ground under your feet.
Sighing, realizing that he probably overdrew it, he took your face in his hands, titled your head upwards, only to realize that you still didn’t look up at him.
“C’mon (f/n), you know that I don’t mean it like this.”
Not answering you tried to glare the melonpans, standing in a corner, to death. Bringing his face closer to yours he placed a sweet kiss on your lips, which probably looked awkward, because he still wore your dress, he waited for you to respond the kiss, but nothing happend, your lips didn’t move with his and so he broke the kiss, looking at you with distraught eyes. Sighing you pulled his hands off your cheeks and were about to walk back to the counter as Jean grabbed your waist and pulled you against his feminine clothed body, your back facing his stomach.
“I’m sorry, okay? I won’t do it again, just can you please don’t act so distant?”
Turning around in his grip, so that you were finally facing him, you laid your head on his chest, wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him closer while you were nuzzling into his chest. Smiling he hugged you back, pulling you even closer to his body. The moment lasted way too short as your boss appeared and asked for Jean, erupting in loud laughter as he saw him.
“Jean, it’s time, please come on to the stage!”
Smiling up at him you saw the panic in his face. Pecking his cheek you tried to calm him down.
“It’s gonna be alright Jean, don’t worry. You have at least one fan in the audience.”
Smiling at you he responded to you in the same honey covered voice you used.
“I have the best fan in the world in the audience...Myself.”
Slapping the back of his head you were about to kill him for his joke as you decided otherwise and left the kitchen without another word.
“And may I announce, our special maid for today, (f/n)’s boyfriend, Jean Kirschtein!”
Sitting in the first row you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight in front of you. All your dear friends in a cat-dress and in the middle of it all, on your place, Jean.
Watching how he clumsily stumbled over his own feet as he tried to dance along with your friends, his face increasingly reddened as he thought about how ridiculous he must had looked.
The coffee-shop was cheering him on, the audience was rarely so excited, as you could heard an old, hated voice behind you.
Turning around you were about to kill the person in front of you, (b/n). The one girl you really wanted to die slowly and painfully. Bullying you in school, laughing at you and always trying to beat you. She was even Eren’s new girlfriend. But your last string of calmness tore as you saw how she wrote something on a paper, threw it at Jean and formed her hand into a fist, only to outstretch her pinky and thumb, holding her hand close to her ear and mouth a ‘Call me’ at him. Raising from your seat, Jean caught sight of you and jumped off the stage to hold you back. He fortunately caught the hoot of your jacket as you were about to punch (b/n) in the guts until she was laying on the ground, pleading for mercy. Struggling in his grip you really wanted to free yourself and kill her for even trying to flirt with your man, but eventually you reluctantly gave in as he pulled you towards him, farther away from (b/n). Almost falling in love even more with him, the feeling faded shortly after into thin air as you felt how his grip loosened around your hoot and your eyes followed his form moving towards (b/n). Playing with a lock of her hair she smirked at you before she gave Jean all her attention. Standing like a fool in place you couldn’t move a muscle as you watched in horror how he left your side.
‘No, not you too!’
Jumping off the stage, your friends gathered around you, switching their gazes between you and Jean as some of them tried to drag you away from the scene or patted your back, but no matter how hard the pulled your arm, you stood there like a stone. Perking up your ears you listened to their conversation, forgetting everything around you as you didn’t want to miss a single word. Her voice, the same annoying and shrill voice as always.
“Aww, you are Jean, aren’t you? Why do you hang out with a stupid wallflower like (f/n). Wanna have drink with me?”
The action that made you loose your paralyzed self was as you saw how (b/n) threw her arms around his body only to grab his butt, her cheap fake-boobs pressing against his body. Pushing away your friends’ hands you made your way towards them. Feeling how the tears of frustration rolled down your cheeks, you grabbed (b/n)’s arms, pulled them of Jean’s body, who didn’t do anything about it yet, knelt her in the guts before you turned around to look at Jean, not bothering the tears that blurred your vision.
“WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?! DON’T YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE EVERYTHING I’VE EVER WISHED FOR?! AND NOW YOU...and now you....”
Not being in the condition to finish your sentence you brought your hand up, slapped his face before you ran out of the Maid-Café.
Silently opening the door Jean entered your apartment, closing the door with a silent ‘click’ behind him. Walking with silent soles around the apartment he found your curled up figure under the big wallpaper that hung in your living room. Even though it looked like you were totally in love with yourself, you still loved the picture. It was with you and him, probably the only photo you had where both of you showed a genuine, sweet smile. Seeing you, his angel, like this, so broken and weak, broke his heart. He’d never wanted to hurt you, he never wanted to see you cry because of him, he wanted to light up each star at night so that they would shine for you and now it was him who hurt you.
Kneeling down beside you, he slowly stroked your shin as a sign that he was there. Not looking up you pressed your back against the wall, trying to escape him. Sighing Jean grabbed your legs and pulled them away from your chest until they laid outstretched in front of you. Hugging you close to his chest he drew smoothing circles on your back as he muttered silent words to you, his voice dropping with guilt and sorrowfulness.
“I’m sorry (f/n). This is why I should be the man and you my little princess and not the other way ‘round.”
Clinging on his dress your sobs got muffled by his chest. Eventually throwing your arms around his neck you cried on his warm shoulder while he slipped one of his hands around your shoulder blades and the other under your knees, lifted you up and carried you towards your bed, bridal-style. Kissing the top of your head he admired the angel in his arms, not believing that a blunt moron like him could call a girl like you his girlfriend. Walking with you in his arms to your bedroom you looked up at him, your eyes red and hurting from the many tears you’d shed.
“J-Jean, thi-this is what the man should do! You are the girl today!”
“Shh....No matter what, you will always be my little princess.”
And with this he laid you down on the bed, undressed himself until he was dressed in nothing but boxers, and laid down on the free spot next to you, before he pulled the blanket over your bodies, embracing you with his strong, masculine arms.