SUMMARY: you and Yelena tried to keep your relationship with eachother relatively secretive, until your friend Jean finds himself in situations that otherwise bothered him more each time.

WARNINGS: cursing, very, very brief mentions of NSFW, slight OOC Yelena

DYNAMIC: Established relationship

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THE FIRST TIME 

Jean walked the hallways of the Survey Corps headquarters, heading to your room so he could wake you for breakfast, which started in a few minutes.

He only ever admitted it to himself, but Jean had a bit of a small crush on you. Not as big as the crush he had on Mikasa at one point, but he still did.

Approaching the door to your bedroom, Jean could've sworn he heard noises and another voice that wasn't yours coming from inside.

He knocked "hey, Y/N, breakfast is in a few minutes." As soon as he said that, he heard a loud yelp, then the sound of something or someone falling, then curses coming from someone that definitely wasn't you.

Jean grew concerned, and opened the door, then froze, his eyes wide.

You were seated on your bed, your hair a mess and your shirt leaning off of your shoulders as you tried desperately to pull your pants up your hips.

On the floor was someone he least expected.

"Yelena?! The hell are you doing in here?!" 

The tall blonde, who was currently on the floor rubbing her head in pain, looked up at him through her thick eyelashes. She was moderately dressed, save for a few buttons that were loose on her shirt, but her hair was a mess, sticking up in every which way.

"What does it look like? I'm sitting on the floor." Her tone was flat and dry as she began to pick herself up.

Jean looked between you and Yelena with a panicked look on his face, but it was nothing compared to yours.

You pulled your pants up all the way, fastening them and getting off your bed.

"Jean, this isn't what it looks like, I swear." You looked at him with pleading eyes.

His eyes flashed between you and to woman who was standing behind you, facing away as she fastened her shirt.

"When? How? Why?!" Jean was practically screeching. He was so confused.

Yelena had finally fixed her shirt, and turned to him. "It's none of your business. You don't tell anyone about what you saw here. Got it?" Her gaze was threatening, terrifying. What made it worse was that she was taller than even him, her black eyes looking down at him with a glare.

Jean pursed his lips, along with a slightly suspicious glance up at the tall blonde, before he nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Yelena sighed, and ran her hands through her short hair in an attempt to somewhat tame it. The blonde strands slightly frizzy and sticking up everywhere.

Once she got it somewhat flat again, she turned to you. You were staring down at the floor, your hair casted over your eyes.

"Did you have to push me off the bed? I hit my head on the floor and now it hurts." Yelena rose a brow at you.

You looked up at her "I panicked! I didn't meant to hurt you!" You grabbed her hands, tugging her down to your height and bent her head forwards to rest on your chest, looking at the back of it.

There was a slight bump growing on the back of her head that you felt through her hair, and when you touched it, she winced but didn't do anything else.

Yelena stood to her full height, peering down at you. "We should probably get to breakfast."

You nodded, watching as she pulled on her blazer and put on her shoes. She then placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it with her thumb before she walked out the door.

You and Yelena had a routine. If she were to spend the night in your room, she'd leave a few minutes before you as to not draw suspicion, and it was the same for you the other way around if you were to stay where she slept.

It was a bit of a hassle, but it worked, well, until this morning. But that was only because you got freaked out at the sudden knocking at your door.

You still felt really bad that Yelena had hit her head, but you knew she wouldn't hold it against you, for the most part. You knew there'd be teasing from her for a few days.

After about five minutes, you left your room in a plain white button up shirt with black trousers, having changed out of the original clothes you were in because of...reasons.

When you entered the mess hall, you noticed how the Scouts and Volunteers were separated, no one sitting with the other. It irked you that although you all were practically fighting for the same thing, you all still couldn't trust eachother.

The Volunteers were seated on one half the the large area, taking up about a table and a half. Yelena was seated at one of them, her legs crossed at the ankles as she sat beside Onyankopon, and seated across from Griez, although she was completely ignoring the practically bald man and decided to talk to the man she actually respected.

She seemed to feel your gaze and turned her head around to look at you for a brief second before getting back to her conversation.

Your eyes lingered on her for a moment before you made your way to the table where your friends were seated. 

Ever since Niccolo had come along and started cooking for all of you, the food provided had gotten significantly better tasting, and Sasha always took advantage of that fact as she stuffed her face.

Connie and Armin were trying to make sure she didn't choke herself, as Mikasa was slowly putting the food from her own plate onto Sasha's. Eren seemed to be zoning out, lost in his own little world, and Jean looked traumatized.

You supposed it was from when he walked into your room just minutes prior. It was probably really weird seeing both your friend, and a woman you're supposed to hate, half naked and messy looking. 

If you were in Jean's position, you'd probably be traumatized too.

You sat beside Jean, looking at him with a worried expression. "You good, man?" You asked, although you already knew the answer.

The long haired man flinched ever so slightly at the sound of your voice, giving you a side glance.

You took a deep breath and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm really sorry you had to see all...that this morning. It probably looks bad, doesn't it?".

Jean pursed his lips, scratching at the scruff of a beard he had on his jaw. "I don't understand it. I mean, how?".

You gazed at him with a serious expression.

"Lesbianism, Jean. Lesbianism."

Jean stared at you for a few seconds with a bewildered look on his face before letting out a chuckle, his hand coming up to ruffle your hair.

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THE SECOND TIME

You and Yelena stood in a rather empty hallway, the dim orange light casting dark shadows everywhere as the blondes body was bent down and flush against yours, as you were being caged to the wall by her long arms.

Your mouths were pressed against eachother in a haste, trying to get even closer than you already were.

You were so engrossed with the tall blonde, and she you, that neither of you acknowledged the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway.

"Oh, come on, really?"

You panicked at the sound, and once again, pushed Yelena away, making her stumble on her own two feet.

You and the woman turned to see who it was, seeing Jean standing a few feet away.

He didn't look too happy.

"At least get a room if you're gonna be doing this stuff constantly." He said, crossing his arms and leaning all of his weight onto his left leg.

You felt your face flush before nodding, letting Jean walk away.

Yelena looked at you from where she stood, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her pants.

"Can you stop pushing me every time we get caught?".

You pouted "I'm sorry!".

~~~

THE FINAL TIME

Your head was in Yelena's lap, as she sat back against the headboard of your bed, her long fingers running through your hair.

You were relaxed, almost falling asleep at the way her fingernails scratched against your scalp ever so slightly.

You opened your eyes, looking up at her. Her head was tilted back and resting on the wall, her face showing nothing but utter calmness.

Your fingers played with the hem of her shirt. "Is something up? You're never usually this soft with me." 

She looked down at you, her eyes looking slightly tired.

"I don't need a reason. What, you'd rather I be rough and demanding with you?" She rose a brow.

You shrugged "I mean, I wouldn't mind..."

Yelena rolled her eyes and smacked your arm, making you laugh.

She sighed, lifting you from her lap and holding you to her chest as she brought both of your bodies to lay down on the matress.

You lied on your stomach on top of her, your chin resting on the area between her breasts since she wasn't wearing a bra.

She looked down at you, a curious look on her pale face.

"You need something?" She asked.

You grinned and shook your head "you're just beautiful."

Your comment seemed to catch her off guard, as the tips of her ears turned a light shade of red. She pushed your head into her chest so you wouldn't see her face.

"Don't say stuff like that, it's annoying." She huffed.

You chuckled, and wrapped your arms around her slim yet surprisingly muscular waist.

As you both lied there in silence, you soon felt your eyes get droopy, and you fought hard to stay awake, ultimately failing.

Yelena felt the sensation of your breathing through her shirt, the warm air filtering through the spaces between the buttons.

She sighed through her nose. She knew this wouldn't last forever, the incident with Jean proved that, and she definitely knew that if you were aware of her plans, you'd drop her faster than anything. But, for now, she'd appreciate the time she had with you before it all went to shit.

She knew one thing for certain though.

She was not going to let you drink that wine.

~~~

Jean opened to door to your bedroom quietly. He was, once again, tasked with the job of waking you up in the morning for breakfast.

He flinched ever so slightly at the sight of both you and Yelena on your bed, but relaxed when he realized you were both asleep.

He gazed at you restful face, a quiet groan passing through his lips before he walked out of the room, closing the door.

He supposed he could wait a few more minutes to wake you up.

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