Hippophobia (Jean x Reader)

    You and Jean Kirschstein were currently sitting across from each other at lunch. To get to know people better, Keith Shadis paired up a boy and a girl to eat lunch together. With your luck, you got paired with “Mr. Military Police” or “horse-face”. It was an awkward silence as you two ate, since you never bothered to make eye contact once nor will he.

    You had hippophobia, which is ironic since your family breeds horses for the military. Oh, how funny it was to hear that you were hippophobic! ...Not really. You secretly wished that those who made fun of your phobia died. Honestly, people have no right to judge a person ba-

    “Um… Hey, (Y/N)... I think we should try to get to know each other…” Jean muttered, sneaking a glance at you. He never noticed how cute you could be with your (h/l) (h/c) and your (e/c) eyes, although he had been giving his attention to Mikasa since day one.

    “No thanks…” You muttered as you shoved a loaf of bread into your mouth.

    “Look, this is supposed to help us improve our teamwork, and you definitely need to improve with that,” Jean stated as he reached out and ripped the loaf of bread from your mouth and lifted up your chin with his finger so you two would lock gazes. Unfortunately for him, you immediately shut your eyes from looking at his face.

    “Goddammit (Y/N)! Why won’t you look at me?” Jean shouted, now drawing attention to you two.

    Finally losing it, you slapped his hand away and stood up. “None of your  fucking business!” You yelled. “I don’t need to tell you anything! You… you… horse-face!” Jean sat there in shock as you stormed out of the lunchroom.

    “Oooh… You’ve done it now!” Connie yelled then bursted out laughing.

    “Shut up!” Jean snapped and ran off after you. He looked around for what seemed like hours, which was actually twenty minutes, and found you behind the girl’s cabin… Crying. “(Y/N)! There you are! God, are you okay?”

    “G-Go away, you stupid horse-face!” You cried out and turned your back away from him.

    “God what’s with the name calling and the fact that you’re avoiding me? I understand I look like a fucking horse, and I swear to god, I’ll have your ass if I hear horse-face one more time!” Jean yelled then moved so he can be right in front of you.

    “...I’m sorry for my sense of revulsion, but you look like too much of a horse for me that I simply can’t take it anymore!” You muttered, and then looked up at him. “I’m afraid of your face Jean! Are you happy?”

    “Yes I a-... Wait what? What’s so scary about my face?” Jean asked, blinking in confusion.

    “I-I’m hippophobic, you idiot!” You stuttered, and your face immediately turned red after you confessed.

    Jean’s questioning look soon turned into a relieved sigh, and then he chuckled soon after. “Aww how cute, the fear of horses,” He smirked as he ruffled your hair and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “Guess you’re going to have to get over that soon if you’re going to be with me.” He smiled even more to see you freak out at his actions.

    “J-Jean, how dare you!” You cried and Jean just laughed.

    “Why yes, how dare I!” Jean smirked, and pulled you in a hug only to get you even more flustered.

You gave up and hugged him back. Maybe… Jean can live just for a little bit. Or maybe a long time. Still, you had your hippophobia to work out, but with Jean around, maybe it’ll get better. That’s all you have to hope for.