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Applause: Celebrity!Jean x Reader
I live for the applause…
Jean Kirschtein grinned and waved at the cheering fans, waiting until the stage darkened before walking off. He accepted a bottle of water from his manager, Hanji Zoe.
“Nice job today!” Hanji cheered patting Jean on the back enthusiastically.
“Yeah, thanks.” Jean turned to face his manager. “When are the backstage tours?”
“In about half an hour.”
“Alright. I’m going to my dressing room.”
Jean closed the door behind him, sighing and glancing into the mirror. He grimaced at his sweaty face and the running stage makeup. He changed out of his costume and into jeans and a comfortable black shirt. He washed his face, scrubbing at the eyeliner and eyeshadow highlighting his features. There was a knock at the door.
“Five minutes, then you have to go and meet the fangirls.” Hanji yelled. Jean snorted. Fangirls was right. And the occasional fanboy.
“Got it.”
He sighed, cracked his neck, and headed to the entrance of the backstage. There were only 4 people there today- all girls -which was not entirely weird, but he’d expected more. Oh well, less trouble for him to deal with.
“Omigod it’s Jean!” He heard a brown-haired girl squeal - quietly. The [h/c] girl beside her nodded.
“Hey girls! I guess you already know who I am, but let’s introduce ourselves. I’m Jean Kirschtein, your tour guide today. And you all are?”
“Nicole.” The brown-haired girl said excitedly. His gaze passed over her - she was pretty but not his type.
“Avery.” Another one of the girls said.
“Midori.” The black-haired -asian?- girl said.
“[Y/n].” The last one said. Her eyes flicked up to look at him and then wandered away uninterestedly. How interesting. They were usually showering with extreme affection or at least giving him their full attention.
He led them through the rooms and pointed out interesting things to him, Hanji beside him all the while. He kept an eye on the girl who called herself [y/n]. She wasn’t really paying attention, though her eyes did light up when she saw all the instruments. Suddenly she spoke. While all the other girls had been trying to talk to him, she was the only one who’d remained silent.
“Um, sorry, do you know where the bathroom is?” Hanji smiled. She opened her mouth to speak.
“Yeah. It’s down the hallway where all the dressing rooms are, on the right.” Jean cut in.
“Thanks.” He watched as she wandered off in the direction he’d vaguely waved his hand in.
She didn’t come back. All the other girls had been cheering and clapping as he demonstrated a few dance moves, even belting out the chorus of one of the songs they’d requested. But he wasn’t really paying attention to what they were saying. [Y/n] hadn’t come back. Then the exclusive backstage tour was over and the girls started wondering where [y/n] was.
“I’ll go look for her.” Jean and Hanji said at the same time. They looked at each other.
“I’ll take these girls to the exit and wait there, you go find our missing guest.” Hanji spoke cheerfully over her shoulder as she began herding the slightly disappointed girls towards the exit.
Jean found her trailing her fingers longingly over the hi-tech electric piano in the instrument room.
“Hey there.” Startled, [y/n]’s head jerked up, hands flying back guiltily.
“Sorry. I just really want one of these so… I’m sorry I couldn’t resist.” Jean watched, amused, as the girl babble on, ears and cheeks turning a cute - wait did he just think that? - shade of red.
“It’s fine. But your friends are waiting at the exit. I… noticed you didn’t seem too enthusiastic?” If possible, [y/n] blushed even more.
“Uh yeah, sorry. I was kinda dragged along. If I had a choice, I’d be banging away on my own piano right now.” She said, smiling sheepishly.
“Hm. Then since you missed so much, how about you visit me at my studio? Then we can jam together.” Jean wanted to hit himself. What had caused him to say that? He watched her closely, as she bit her lip and considered his offer.
“I suppose, if it’s not too much trouble…”
“Great. I’ll give you my number and you give me yours?” She nodded and pulled her phone out, trading with him and typing in her number quickly. “I’ll see you… how about next Saturday.” She nodded and he escorted her to the exit.
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Exactly a week later, [y/n] found herself asking nervously for Jean Kirschtein at the front desk of his agency-provided studio.
“Jean says he’ll come to bring you in.” The lady at the desk smiled at her. “He’ll be right down.”
Jean greeted [Y/n] with a smile and a wave as he walked out from the elevator.
“Nice to see you again [Y/n].” He smirked. “I have one of those fancy electric pianos for you to bang on.” [Y/n] laughed quietly.
“Glad you remembered. Both my name and the banging. I mean the piano-banging. I mean- what?” [Y/n] blushed as Jean laughed.
“Banging- priceless!” He led her into a soundproof studio, equipped with all the instruments a studio could need- guitar, violin, piano, drums - everything.
“Wow.” She breathed. “What can you play?” She asked.
“Mmm...I can play guitar, piano, the basics I mean. I can jam if I need to.” He smirked and picked up an ukulele laying on a table in the corner of the room. “Wanna see?” [Y/n] nodded vehemently, moving to stand before the already-on piano. Jean cleared his throat and began strumming the intro to Somewhere Over the Rainbow. [Y/n]’s face brightened and immediately began accompanying him.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby
Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true
Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why, can't I?...
As the ukulele trailed off, [y/n] finished with a flourish. And began clapping. Her face was flushed with happiness and excitement, and to Jean’s horror, his cheeks began heating up.
“That was awesome! Who knew you could sing these kinda songs too? I mean you’re like a pop sensation!” [Y/n] cheered, still applauding their performance.
“Thanks.” Jean resisted the urge to clap his hands over his cheeks. “You’re awesome too.”
I live for the-... her applause.
I live for the applause…
Jean Kirschtein grinned and waved at the cheering fans, waiting until the stage darkened before walking off. He accepted a bottle of water from his manager, Hanji Zoe.
“Nice job today!” Hanji cheered patting Jean on the back enthusiastically.
“Yeah, thanks.” Jean turned to face his manager. “When are the backstage tours?”
“In about half an hour.”
“Alright. I’m going to my dressing room.”
Jean closed the door behind him, sighing and glancing into the mirror. He grimaced at his sweaty face and the running stage makeup. He changed out of his costume and into jeans and a comfortable black shirt. He washed his face, scrubbing at the eyeliner and eyeshadow highlighting his features. There was a knock at the door.
“Five minutes, then you have to go and meet the fangirls.” Hanji yelled. Jean snorted. Fangirls was right. And the occasional fanboy.
“Got it.”
He sighed, cracked his neck, and headed to the entrance of the backstage. There were only 4 people there today- all girls -which was not entirely weird, but he’d expected more. Oh well, less trouble for him to deal with.
“Omigod it’s Jean!” He heard a brown-haired girl squeal - quietly. The [h/c] girl beside her nodded.
“Hey girls! I guess you already know who I am, but let’s introduce ourselves. I’m Jean Kirschtein, your tour guide today. And you all are?”
“Nicole.” The brown-haired girl said excitedly. His gaze passed over her - she was pretty but not his type.
“Avery.” Another one of the girls said.
“Midori.” The black-haired -asian?- girl said.
“[Y/n].” The last one said. Her eyes flicked up to look at him and then wandered away uninterestedly. How interesting. They were usually showering with extreme affection or at least giving him their full attention.
He led them through the rooms and pointed out interesting things to him, Hanji beside him all the while. He kept an eye on the girl who called herself [y/n]. She wasn’t really paying attention, though her eyes did light up when she saw all the instruments. Suddenly she spoke. While all the other girls had been trying to talk to him, she was the only one who’d remained silent.
“Um, sorry, do you know where the bathroom is?” Hanji smiled. She opened her mouth to speak.
“Yeah. It’s down the hallway where all the dressing rooms are, on the right.” Jean cut in.
“Thanks.” He watched as she wandered off in the direction he’d vaguely waved his hand in.
She didn’t come back. All the other girls had been cheering and clapping as he demonstrated a few dance moves, even belting out the chorus of one of the songs they’d requested. But he wasn’t really paying attention to what they were saying. [Y/n] hadn’t come back. Then the exclusive backstage tour was over and the girls started wondering where [y/n] was.
“I’ll go look for her.” Jean and Hanji said at the same time. They looked at each other.
“I’ll take these girls to the exit and wait there, you go find our missing guest.” Hanji spoke cheerfully over her shoulder as she began herding the slightly disappointed girls towards the exit.
Jean found her trailing her fingers longingly over the hi-tech electric piano in the instrument room.
“Hey there.” Startled, [y/n]’s head jerked up, hands flying back guiltily.
“Sorry. I just really want one of these so… I’m sorry I couldn’t resist.” Jean watched, amused, as the girl babble on, ears and cheeks turning a cute - wait did he just think that? - shade of red.
“It’s fine. But your friends are waiting at the exit. I… noticed you didn’t seem too enthusiastic?” If possible, [y/n] blushed even more.
“Uh yeah, sorry. I was kinda dragged along. If I had a choice, I’d be banging away on my own piano right now.” She said, smiling sheepishly.
“Hm. Then since you missed so much, how about you visit me at my studio? Then we can jam together.” Jean wanted to hit himself. What had caused him to say that? He watched her closely, as she bit her lip and considered his offer.
“I suppose, if it’s not too much trouble…”
“Great. I’ll give you my number and you give me yours?” She nodded and pulled her phone out, trading with him and typing in her number quickly. “I’ll see you… how about next Saturday.” She nodded and he escorted her to the exit.
----------
Exactly a week later, [y/n] found herself asking nervously for Jean Kirschtein at the front desk of his agency-provided studio.
“Jean says he’ll come to bring you in.” The lady at the desk smiled at her. “He’ll be right down.”
Jean greeted [Y/n] with a smile and a wave as he walked out from the elevator.
“Nice to see you again [Y/n].” He smirked. “I have one of those fancy electric pianos for you to bang on.” [Y/n] laughed quietly.
“Glad you remembered. Both my name and the banging. I mean the piano-banging. I mean- what?” [Y/n] blushed as Jean laughed.
“Banging- priceless!” He led her into a soundproof studio, equipped with all the instruments a studio could need- guitar, violin, piano, drums - everything.
“Wow.” She breathed. “What can you play?” She asked.
“Mmm...I can play guitar, piano, the basics I mean. I can jam if I need to.” He smirked and picked up an ukulele laying on a table in the corner of the room. “Wanna see?” [Y/n] nodded vehemently, moving to stand before the already-on piano. Jean cleared his throat and began strumming the intro to Somewhere Over the Rainbow. [Y/n]’s face brightened and immediately began accompanying him.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby
Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true
Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why, can't I?...
As the ukulele trailed off, [y/n] finished with a flourish. And began clapping. Her face was flushed with happiness and excitement, and to Jean’s horror, his cheeks began heating up.
“That was awesome! Who knew you could sing these kinda songs too? I mean you’re like a pop sensation!” [Y/n] cheered, still applauding their performance.
“Thanks.” Jean resisted the urge to clap his hands over his cheeks. “You’re awesome too.”
I live for the-... her applause.
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Is he too OOC? and when "Jean snorted" I had to resist the urge to write - like a horse.
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Jean snorted.
like a horse.
(I would die to see him wearing one of those horse face masks on stage)
like a horse.
(I would die to see him wearing one of those horse face masks on stage)