Taryn couldn't exactly recall when she ended up in this predicament.
It was a surreal scene unfolding before her eyes. Eren Jaeger, the savage, the monstrous Titan, the hope of humanity, was giving her love advice, as he lounged upon her pink-tinged bedsheets. She was almost convinced she was dreaming, as she would've never expected to have the words Eren Jaeger and love advice in the same sentence.
She remembered eating peacefully at the Mess Hall when Jean barged in and asked her out on a date. Or at least, what she assumed would be a date. She'd been too rattled about the situation that it took her hours before processing the fact that he was asking her out and that he had something important to tell her.
So when it eventually sunk in that her lifelong crush may or may not be returning her feelings and was about to confess to her—naturally, she panicked.
As the realization dawned upon her, the weight of unspoken emotions bore down like an ocean's depth, overwhelming her. It was something that she had been yearning for ever since, a childish fantasy, a faraway dream that she chased.
It was the kind of dream that had danced in the moon's reflection on her tear-soaked pillows night after night, a wish unspoken, but pursued with the fragile hope that Jean might one day share the same sentiments that she had harbored for so long.
With Sasha and Connie gone, Taryn had to turn to Mikasa and Armin, two friends that she could wholeheartedly trust with her life. As she told them, she could feel herself pouring out her whole heart. She couldn't help but gush about what happened and their reactions were a symphony of enthusiasm and joy, as it turns out they've been waiting for this day as much as she was.
They squealed, so awfully loud that Taryn suspected the other rooms could hear them as well. With no time to waste, they got to work. Mikasa, with deft fingers, wove Taryn's hair into braids, while Armin took on the role of the stylist, helping her choose an outfit.
They pampered her with the tender care of friends who knew the depth of her feelings. They painted her lips, pinched her cheeks, and dolled her up until she was the prettiest girl in the regiment—although the both of them assured her that Jean would always find her pretty, no matter the attire.
Taryn was already feeling confident in how she looked as she stared at a mirror. Brown eyes blinked back at her, belonging to a lady that was exquisitely dressed in red. She thought that she may be a little overdressed, but the meticulous preparations had worked their magic, enhancing her natural beauty and making her a bit more alluring to the eye.
Yet, it didn't take long for the nerves to take control once more, and soon she could feel her stomach churning in agitation.
Maybe I was just jumping to conclusions, she thought. He might not have even planned on confessing to me in the first place.
Although she knew that she was probably getting ahead of herself, there was just something in her instinct that told her, this is it.
In her heart, a steadfast determination burned brightly, guiding her chosen path. Regardless of the circumstances, she knew that tonight would bear witness to her confession.
No more dance of subtleties, no more evasive waltzes around unspoken emotions; tonight was going to be the hour of truth, the culmination of years spent tiptoeing on the precipice of her own feelings.
Taryn was done with beating around the bush. She had resolved that it was now or never, beneath the tapestry of stars that had silently observed her longing, she would finally bare her soul and offer her heart, regardless of the consequences.
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hopeless | jean kirstein
Fanfiction"Mikasa's too in love with Eren, and the blockhead's too busy getting himself killed to even notice," He sighed, gazing up at the night sky. Turning his head, he faced her with a wistful smile. "I guess we're hopeless, aren't we?" "Yeah," She replie...
