A/N: I should be studying for my test but I'm writing Hange oneshots instead. So here is a request for when reader gets jealous because someone else is flirting with Hange. I literally just finished writing this minutes ago so it might have a lot of mistakes haha
You sighed, glancing at the clock that was on your wall. Hange was two hours late. Again. It had been forever since the two of you had been able to go out on a date together, since Hange was always busy with their lab work and you spent most of your day doing (insert your job). Spending quality time together had become a scarcity.
The door to your apartment burst open and Hange rushed in, looking worried. Their eyes darted around, landing on yours, and their expression changed into an apologetic one.
"(Y/N)! I am so sorry," Hange threw off their coat and rushed to the sofa to sit next to you. "I don't even know where the time flew by, I was just working on some new lab samples and I glanced at the clock one second and two hours flew by and I—"
"Hange," you sighed, placing a hand on their arm. "I get it. You were busy. You lost track of time. Like usual."
Hange grabbed your hand and gripped it tight, their brown eyes wide and sorrowful behind their glasses. "Are you mad at me? I know you made reservations; we could still get there if we hurried?"
"The reservations had an hour wait limit. We can't go to the restaurant anymore," you looked down at the dress you had changed into and smoothed out one of the wrinkles. "Maybe another day?"
Hange chewed on their bottom lip, looking at you anxiously. "I'm sorry."
"I know, babe," you patted their hand and stood up. "I'll go get changed, There's some leftovers in the fridge if you're hungry."
Hange looked thoughtful for a second before their expression brightened. "Why don't we go out to a different place? The night is still young!"
"It's almost nine," You raised an eyebrow. "What place will be open and taking reservations?"
"Not a formal restaurant," Hange got up and looped their arms around your waist. "Maybe we could go to a bar and grab some drinks? Do some dancing?"
You couldn't help but let out a small smile when you noticed Hange's excited expression. "A bar?"
"Yep! And you look so pretty in that outfit, I can't let you change yet," Hange grinned.
"Fine. I guess we could go to a bar. Go get changed and take a shower, you smell like chemicals," you wrinkled your nose and playfully shoved Hange towards the bathroom.
"I'll be out in five minutes! We'll have so much fun!"
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"This is the bar you were talking about?" You raised your eyebrows looking around the dark establishment.
"Yes! I used to come here back when I was a student. The drinks are amazing, come let's order something!" Hange tugged you towards the bartender and they sat on the stool.
"Can I get...uh...what's good here?" You asked Hange.
Hange ordered for the both of you and you sat next to them, glancing over the dark walls and the people milling about. Some were on the floor dancing to a fast song that was playing over the speakers. Others were chatting and laughing, their faces flushed and care-free.
"Do you like this place?" Hange asked, handing you your drink.
"It certainly has some...ambiance," you admitted taking a sip and wincing when the bitter liquid hit your throat.
"Soooo, tell me about your day," Hange sang, turning to face you completely.
"Well," you grinned. "I—"
You were cut off when a man slid into the seat that was next to Hange's. He was around your age group with black hair slicked back with an immense amount of gel. His light blue eyes traveled over you then to Hange and he let out a small smirk.
"Hellooo pretty ladies," he leaned closer to Hange. "How are you two doing this fine evening?"
Hange glanced over at you with a little smile before turning to him. "Um, hi! We're fine."
"That's great. Can I get you anything to drink?" He tilted his face towards Hange's his eyes travelling over the length of their body.
You furrowed your eyebrows. Was he...flirting with Hange? No, perhaps he was just drunk and was trying to be nice.
"I've got a drink, thank you though," Hange smiled.
"You have a nice smile," the man grinned, leaning even closer.
Hange bit back their laughter and nodded. "Thanks."
"I didn't catch a name? I'm Steve, and you are...." He held out a hand.
"Hange," Hange replied, briefly shaking his hand.
Steve brought Hange's hand over to his mouth and gave it a light kiss. Hange's eyes widened, and their gaze flitted over to your frowning face.
"And I'm (Y/N)," you declared, shoving your hand out and forcefully shaking the man's hand.
"Are you two here alone?" Steve asked, motioning for the bartender to get his order.
"No, we're here together," you said slowly, hoping he would get the hint.
Steve leaned over and brushed the hair out of Hange's face and the heat in your glare increased. Oh, he was definitely flirting with Hange now. And right in front of you! The audacity that this man had.
Hange laughed, awkwardly, unsure what to do. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Steve. Me and (Y/N) are going to go dance, now."
"Oh, I'll join you!" Steve hopped off the stool.
You huffed. "You really don't have to."
"Please, I would love to have such a lovely dance partner!" Steve grabbed Hange's hand and tugged them towards the dance floor.
Hange turned around to motion you to follow but paused when they noticed the murderous expression on your face. Your eyes were staring daggers at Steve and your fists were clenched. You looked so cute when you were jealous! Hange wanted to see the extent you'd go to and they decided to play along with Steve, wrapping their arms around their neck as Steve's hands found their waist.
Your eyes narrowed. Hange was agreeing to dance with this slimy man? Oh, no they didn't, you were going to stop them. You walked closer, shoving the people that were in your way. You were going to give Steve a piece of your mind. You stomped over to where the two were dancing and Hange gave you a little smirk. Your eyebrows furrowed and then your eyes widened when you realized that Hange was enjoying your jealousy. You paused in your pursuit and crossed your arms. You were not going to give them the satisfaction of seeing you envious. You could do this.
Hange's smiled grew even wider when they saw you were trying to resist the impulse of punching Steve. Trying to irk you even more, Hange leaned closer to the man, their foreheads almost touching. Surely, you would do something now.
You inhaled deeply, trying to contain your annoyance. This was alright. Hange was just dancing with a man...after they had left you waiting two hours for your date. Irritation was building throughout you when you realized that on the one day you two finally had time to spend with each other, Hange was dancing with another man.
"I can't believe you, Hange," you muttered.
Hange's gaze softened when they saw you standing alone, with your arms crossed. Maybe they had gone too far. After all, this was a date, and they were supposed to be spending it with you. Hange pulled back slightly, about to leave, when Steve tightened their grip, their hand wandering down from Hange's back to their butt.
"Oh, hell no!" You exclaimed, marching over to them and aggressively yanking Hange away from the man. Hange's mouth formed an 'o' and they looked at you, a little afraid at what you were going to do next.
"What's your problem?" Steve glared at you, annoyed.
"My problem?" You let out a small, dry chuckle. "Is you."
"I'm just trying to enjoy my time with Hange, why don't you be a good girl and leave us alone, huh?" Steve reached out for Hange's hand again.
Anger bubbled in your stomach and before you knew what you were doing, you grabbed Hange's face in your hands and smashed your lips against theirs. Hange let out a little gasp and you aggressively bit down on their lip, your hands traveling everywhere. Your lips moved from their mouth and to their neck, where you sunk your teeth into their soft skin. Hange bit their lip, suppressing a moan. What were you doing?
You continued to bite and suck harshly at the area, not caring that a few people had stopped what they were doing to ogle at you. Steve's eyes had grown as wide as saucers and he was staring at you in awe. You finally pulled away, satisfied with the large mark you had made on Hange's neck. There. That should tell people that Hange was taken.
"I'm Hange's girlfriend," you seethed, glaring at Steve. "So why don't you be a good little boy and leave us the hell alone!"
Steve gulped and slinked away, heading back towards the bartender. Hange was looking at you, blinking rapidly. They hesitantly placed a hand on your shoulder.
"Um, (Y/N)? Are you okay?"
You slowed your breathing and looked around you. Some people were giggling, their eyes still on you. Others were staring at you with raised eyebrows, admiring your courage. Your anger rapidly faded away, leaving you with white-hot embarrassment. You backed away slowly, pushing past people, before your speed increased, and you headed directly for the exit What had you been thinking?
"(Y/N)! Wait up!" Hange called, grabbing both of your jackets and following you out of the bar.
You pushed open the door and exited into the chilly night, your arms instinctively wrapping around yourself. You could feel goosebumps on your arm and you shivered. You should have grabbed your jacket. You could feel Hange chase after you and you kept walking, glad that your apartment was less than a mile's walk away.
"(Y/NN)!" Hange dragged out your name, catching up. "Why are you ignoring meee?"
You swallowed and kept your gaze forward. You couldn't bring yourself to look at Hange. Not only had you embarrassed yourself, but you probably had embarrassed them too. They probably couldn't go back to that bar again, since the bartender had witnessed your little act as well. Oh, why had you let your jealousy take over?
"(Y/N), are you mad at me?" Hange pouted. "Is this because I danced with Steve?"
You didn't answer, unable to say that you were mortified instead of angry. You weren't a huge fan of PDA, yet you made out with Hange aggressively in front of fifty people. You almost groaned while reliving the memory. You just wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole.
"I'm sorry for not giving you attention," Hange slung an arm around your shoulders. "Please talk to me!"
The two of you reached your apartment after a few minutes of silent walking and you quickly opened the door, kicking off your shoes. You went straight to your bed, plopping onto it face first, and buried your face in the soft pillows.
"(Y/N)?" Hange asked softly, sitting next to you. They gently stroked your hair and placed a light kiss on your head.
You finally looked up, meeting their gaze. They let out a small grin. "Are you going to talk to me now?"
Sighing, you sat up. "I...I'm sorry Hange."
"Huh?" Hange tilted their head, confused. "I'm the one who should be sorry! I played with your feelings and practically ignored you on our date!"
"I'm sorry for embarrassing you," you mumbled, your face hot.
Hange grinned slowly, leaning closer to you. "You didn't embarrass me, love!"
"I gave you that," you gestured towards Hange's neck, "in front of literally everyone! You probably can't go to that bar again because people will ask you about it. They probably think you have a possessive girlfriend."
Hange laughed and wrapped their arms around you, snuggling their face into the crook of your neck. "I thought it was cute."
You frowned. "Cute?"
"Seeing you get all annoyed because Steve was flirting with me made me feel..." Hange hesitated. "Loved? I've never seen you get jealous before, ever! I know I've definitely glared at a few people who've looked your way."
"Really? You don't hate me?"
"Why on earth would I hate you? Here, I was thinking you were mad at me because I wasn't giving you attention."
You pulled away from Hange's hug. "Oh, yeah! I forgot about that part. I am annoyed about that, though."
"Wait, nooo, I'm sorry!" Hange peppered kisses along your cheek and neck.
"Nope," you shoved Hange away, grinning at their pout. "After a long time, we finally get to go on a date, and you spent the entire time dancing with another man. I can't forgive you for that."
Hange's eyes widened, and they pulled you closer, wrapping their arms around you so tight you couldn't even escape. "(Y/N)!! I'll make it up to you, I swear!"
You hummed. "Oh, I don't know."
Hange leaned closer to your ear and lightly nipped it. "I'll make it up to you right now."
"And how will you do that?" You whispered.
Hange placed their hands on your shoulders and shoved you onto the bed. They crawled on top of you, their hair escaping their ponytail and tickling your face. They slowly brought their lips to yours and kissed you passionately.
"Hange," you breathed.
Hange's head moved farther down, their hands traveling until they reached your hips. You inhaled sharply as you felt Hange kissing the skin of your stomach. They stopped at your waist and their hands slid under your dress shoving it up. They peppered kisses along the inside of your thighs and you shivered. They looked up and grinned, their brown eyes sparkling behind their glasses.
"Oh, love. I'll give you all of the attention you wanted."