#sparklekitteh

[sparklekitteh]

So

I'm back. I had decided to nuke my tumblr recently and while I haven't been on much anyway, it felt kinda awful to lose it. I can't promise I'll be around or write much because frankly I don't have it in me right now but I hated the idea of losing the connections I've made here.

💜💜

Jules/Sparklekitteh

[poursomesunaonme]

Dedicate songs to your mutuals, let them know what you think of them.✨

oh god this is gonna be hard LMAOSDFJASFJ but lets see !! ik it's been a min since i've been on here, so im only gonna do em for my mutuals that i've also seen active recently ! under the cut hehe

(update this took forever bc i dont play around with music everything has to be PERFECT)

marie (@maries-gallery) - j'espère by félix dyotte (for the soft lovey dovey vibes i literally cried the first time i heard this LMAOO)

sun (@pockcock) - ava adore by smashing pumpkins (horny vibes horny vibes its literally so hot)

charl (@sweetandtendou) - yuck by charli xcx (there are a thousand i love u infinitely but this is what im feeling rn)

lily (@tyga-lily) - criminal by fiona apple (indoctrinating u to my fav female manipulator)

taro (@dilftaroooo) - trust fund baby by amaarae (dude.)

ix (@prettyiwa) - faultline by girlpool (i had this song on repeat for MONTHS)

marq (@kweenkatsuki) - plw by leon thomas (yes this is andre from victorious and its a fucking BANGER)

phon (@saphhonic) - religion (u can lay your hands on me) by shura (this song actually changed me)

cassie (@cyancherub) - you lose! by magdalena bay (the vibes are here and they remind me of u)

aleks (@princess-okkotsu) - cologne by beabadoobee (it altered my brain chemistry thanks)

wreynn (@honey-tsuki) - sarah by alex g (im forcing the alex g agenda on u idc)

m (@stardusttoshi) - romanticist by yves tumor (im making u a playlist)

moni (@monirei) - crush by solange (gives me major monirei vibes)

kat (@ryukatters) - maurine by say hi (I CANT DESCRIBE IT I CANT)

elle (@f4irycafe) - soft by babygirl (hehehe it's precious)

b (@eldiandiablo) - restless year by ezra furman (its so fun i have to do a little jig every time i hear it)

juliana (@sparklekitteh) - falling by florence + the machine (it had to be her and it was so hard to choose asljdfe)

soph (@astridthevalkyrie) - armistice by phoenix (i can't explain it but here we are)

siri (@bagsyy) - agnes by glass animals (i love this and i love u)

aman (@thegetoufather) - anthems for a seventeen-year-old girl by broken social scene (this altered my brain chemistry as a child thanks)

eliza (@postwarlevi) - when u love somebody by fruit bats (please i cant help but think of u)

fiona (@fionarara) - 400 lux by lorde (a classic for a bestie)

juney (@whats-her-quirk) - midnight by toby sebastian and florence pugh (the first time i heard this i thought of jean LMAO)

scribbs (@nighttimescribbles) - i'll come running (to tie your shoe) by brian eno (this song is so sweet and asldfje)

fawn (@dearbraus) - strawberries by caamp (please i think you'd love this one)

mica (@princesskazuya) - this is the day by the the (this is one of my favs of all time)

luxE (@fuwushiguro) - best to you by blood orange (IM GOING ON A FEELING HERE)

angel (@bakatenshii) - friendly machine by yeule (i feel like you'd love their music omg)

yall join in too ! this is so sweet <3 my love language is sooo totally music !

[mikesmatcha]

Mass migrating to Tumblr most artworks–so be warned of the new influx of posts sksk Here is a collaboration that me and a few other AoT Twitter artists, collectively called the Egg Atelier, did for our JeanPiku friends 💚

Artist Credits (L - R, top to bottom)

Upper Half

@damascus-blade (1),

@giuliadrawsstuff (2),

@ricebunnyyy (3)

@elysiangrace (4),

@mikesmatcha (5),

@nyanwoof (6)

Lower Half

mikeerubear

eclipsevoid096

hoi_111_111

mikeerubear

Special shoutout to our JeanPiku friends @zuzusexytiems, @sparklekitteh, @elmundodeflor, @ackergarden

[oappleofmyeye]

@sparklekitteh Thought of you 💜

Loki being flirty ⤷ request by anonymous

[redemptionofthefallen]

✍️ maybe with my favorite handsome Scout?

Love you lots, have a fantastic day!

"this...this can't be happening...." Jean shuddered in a horrified whisper as he was holding Marco's dead corps in his arms.

"he was...he was just here...and now...no...Marco..." blood was seeping into his Scout uniform as he held the lifeless body closer to him.

Jean couldn't believe it, he wouldn't believe it. his best friend...the love of his life...

was now gone.

he didn't even get a chance to tell him how he felt.

fire and screams were running on loop in the background as giant creatures were chasing the solders that tried to take down these beasts. it was all white noise to Jean at this point...

nothing else mattered.

soft lips quivered as tears slowly fell down his cheeks, choking on quiet sobs bearing himself into Marco's chest. body trembling with grief and loss, he continued to sob "Marco...Marco...no...MARCO!" he cried out as if his heart was being ripped out of his chest.

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"no...M-Marco...Marco no..." muttered Jean in his sleep as the nightmare went on "no...Marco...NOO!" he panicked as he shot up in bed panting hard. he looked around, he was still in the same apartment that he was in before he fell asleep. Jean trembled as the shock and relief racked his senses.

"dammit...not again" he grumbled as he held himself tightly.

it was the same dream that he had been having every night for the last couple months. he couldn't place it, but there was something familiar about it. some sort of dejavue. he sighed into his hands as tears pricked the corners of his eyes. it was the same, every time. they were in a warzone and Marco was dead in his arms...it was like...

some past life bullshit or something.

"Jean" spoke a soft voice beside him. the voice cut through his thoughts like butter.

Jean's breath hitched as he felt the warm hand on his knee, looking over to see Marco next to him on the bed. offering a comforting smile he brushed his thumb on the sheet above his knee.

Jean stared into Marco's eyes for a good minute before the tears began to flow for real this time, he clung onto Marco and sobbed into his chest.

he was alive, he was right here. half of his body wasn't gone, freckles at all was right here holding him. the husband he had been married to for three years.

was still here.

"im here Jean, im here. im not going anywhere, im not dead, im right here baby" Marco reassured the other in a soft whisper. Marco knew it was the same nightmare, but they could talk about it later. right now Jean needed to cry, he needed to process. Marco was just the man for the job.

Jean's sobs began to slow, taking a deep shuddering breath "Marco...promise me something"

Marco looked down to Jean smiling "anything Jean"

Jean took in a deep breath "promise me that if things get bad, if some disaster happens or your getting mugged or something....promise me you'll run...even if my life is in danger you run" Jean was firm in his words, he wasn't going to let this dream come to pass.

not while he was still breathing.

"but Jean...i don't know if can-" the freckled male was about to protest but was cut off by Jean insistence "promise me Marco!" he wasn't going to take anything less.

Marco heaved a sigh, knowing there wasn't any convincing him out of it "alright Jean, i promise" he ran his fingers through his hair, to sooth the ash-blond.

Jean smiled triumphant "good...thank you..." he snuggled close to Marco letting out a breathed "i love you" into his chest.

Marco smiled softly letting out a chuckle "i love you too Jean"

ahhhhh i hope you were expecting angst cause thats what you got! XD LOL also JeanxMarco is on the brain so there ya go XD thank you for the ask and also i hope you enjoyed it ^^

@sparklekitteh @lavenderdaisyhoney

[jujujitsu]

To my sweet internet wife @sparklekitteh.

I am sorry about your bunny but, this was the perfect thing I could think of doing for you in honor of Bunbun. Also, Happy Birthday.

Jean Kirstein with a bun!

[sparklekitteh]

Hey friends, while I'm rebuilding my blog please look for my fics on AO3, same user name

I've deleted a lot of social media but can still be found in some corners 💜🙏🌹

[poursomesunaonme]

grabbin from dash bc this is so cute !!

b - bring back my dog (this is is lorelai)

e - eva (yeule)

a - aging spinsters (the 6ths)

n - night drive (shane t)

i - i saw her again (the mamas & the papas)

e - eraser (sea lemon)

taggin: @fionarara @honey-tsuki @lusts1ck @sparklekitteh & anyone else who wants !

spell out your name or url with songs !!

P - Prom Queen (Beach Bunny)

I - I’ll Make Cereal (Cavetown)

G - girls (girl in red)

E - Empty Bed (Cavetown)

O - Oh Ana (Mother Mother)

N - No Surprised (Radiohead)

tagging: @angerycat @ast3ria-blue @swiftieannah @melancholy-melomaniac @melancholypessimism @whyybesocial @i-have-no-idea-111 @the-literary-anything-blog @underappreciatedtomato @livelaughlovebillzo @charlie-is-missing @chronic-stressed @v4nillaskies @nonsensical-space-ghost @alm0std34d and any other mutuals or people who want to join in !!

[levis-hazelnut]

Hello! Your wedding moodboard event is so cute, I love it! May I please request a wedding with Jean Kirschtein?

Theme: Cottagecore, outdoors near a forested or woody area. Red and white would be our colors 💖

Clothes: For me, a simple white sundress or tea length dress. For Jean, a red or maroon suit.

Cake: Vanilla tiered cake with red flowers

Overall it would be a pretty simple wedding with lots of wildflowers if possible.

Thank you so much! Have a lovely day 🙏💕

i hope you have a great day too! <3

wedding event

[whats-her-quirk]

Hi June! Just wanted to tell you that The Only True Language lives in my head alongside Milk as two of my all time favorite Jean fics. Masterpieces. Thank you so much for sharing them with us thirsty Jean simps 😄💕🙏

THANK YOU JULIANA. I am always always happy to feed the jean simps. I feast along with you. 💕

what's your favorite fic of mine?

[emepe]

I just finished chapter 15 and I have already gushed on AO3 and on reblogging here but I have to tell you (again) this chapter is just... *chef's kiss* holy moly! I didn't think I could love Jean more and now I just adore him so much with his little cowboy boots. What a sweet, sensitive cinnamon roll 🥰🥰🥰

Thank you again for this amazing story! 💖🙏

thank you so much! ❤

He's the cutest! Cute little grumpy cowboy-loving Jean who then proceeds to make us chocolate chip pancakes and falls in love 😤❤ I appreciate your support, bub!

ty for letting me know about your AO3 comment! I'll read it later :)

[falling-pages]

Five Dates: Jean Kirschtein x Reader

I know I've been gone for a while, but I'm back with a story based on this post that @sparklekitteh and I brainstormed all that time ago. (Juliana, I finally wrote it!!!!!!!) Keep reading for some sweet fluff of our Jeanbo <3

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Jean Kirschtein x Fem!Reader

What to expect: mutual pining, first kiss, first dates, nervous butterflies

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Five dates.

That’s how long it took Jean Kirschtein to kiss you.

Five dates too many, in your opinion, but when retelling the stories all these years later, he insisted he had his reasons. After all, you were just kids at the time, barely old enough to drive, and he was nervous—he needed it to be perfect, or he didn’t want it at all.

And Jean was never anything short of a perfectionist.

Not kissing on the first date was understandable. He wanted to be a gentleman, and you two had gone to see the newest superhero movie, which was fine, but not exactly romantic. The dark theater and greasy leather seats didn’t make the best atmosphere for conversation, either, and it didn’t feel right to kiss you just because it was what he was “supposed” to do on a first date, anyways.

Date two’s miss was also understandable. This time it was a double date with your best friend and her partner, and though there was lots of flirty banter between you and Jean, she was your ride, and kissing you for the first time while she waited in her mom’s minivan wasn’t exactly the magical experience he was hoping to create for you.

The third date was looking up, although derailed by nature. He had planned to take you out for a coffee and a walk on the beach, but a surprise storm hit mid-stroll and drenched you both. Warming you with his jacket and a hug goodbye was the best he could do without worrying about snot or exchanging colds, until next time, at least.

As the fourth date approached, he spent more time than usual getting ready. He had booked a table at a nice restaurant—as nice as his after-school job salary could allow—and nothing was going to stop him from tasting that sweet strawberry lipgloss he had caught you reapplying so often these past weeks. Everything was going according to plan, too; you were gorgeous, and he was psyching himself up, tonight was the night….until he made the mistake of ordering garlic mashed potatoes, and the second he tasted his own afterbreath, he lost his courage.

When the fifth date rolled around and you had received no kiss, you took matters into your own hands.

From strawberry to cherry to peach, you ran through your lipgloss catalog hoping to find one he’d like. When three dates came and went without a taste, you thought maybe the color was throwing him off, so you swapped to clear for number four, only to get the same results. Maybe lipgloss was a deterrent, so for date five, you went without. If this didn’t work, you didn’t know what would.

It’s not like you had given him ample opportunity, so hopefully he hadn’t thought otherwise. When he put his arm around you at the movies, you snuggled into his side. On the double date, you went all Lady and the Tramp on a spaghetti noodle, only for him to blush and break away a few inches from your face. When his shivering hand brushed yours on the beach, you took it in yours and intertwined your fingers. Before the fourth date you doused the jacket he had loaned you in your sweetest perfume, hoping that would make an impact.

And what did you get for the doe eyes you gave him at every hello and goodbye? A forehead kiss. Not that those were bad. They were soft, and sweet, and you enjoyed them. But what you really wanted was to reciprocate, mouth-to-mouth. 

The closest he came was the fourth time you went out. You had put on your favorite dress and even borrowed a swipe of your mother’s makeup, nervous butterflies catapulting in your stomach. When you saw him, Jean was romantic, confident; as he opened the door and pulled out your chair for you, he was the picture of charm and grace. He even offered to drive you home—but when he walked you to your doorstep, he changed. He kept wiping his hands on his pants, licking his lips, avoiding your eyes. Even when you pressed to your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, he only hugged you and wished you a good night before rushing back to his car. Maybe he missed the lipgloss. 

But he did call later to ask you on a fifth date, which is how you ended up here today, feeding each other bits of ice cream curled up in the booth of a vintage soda shop you had discovered while on a walk together downtown. He had whipped cream on his nose, and his cheeks were red, and he was laughing so sweetly and you were so happy in this moment that you couldn’t contain yourself. You needed to kiss him, taste that rocky road he was devouring, put your fantasies to rest and show this dreamboat just how much you liked him.

“Close your eyes for this next one,” you said, carving out a scoop of your strawberry with your spoon. 

Jean’s forehead wrinkled, and he tipped up his chin, golden eyes guarded as he watched your face. His bemused smirk gave away his playful mistrust. “Why?”

“Can’t I just be cute?” you asked with a giggle.

“You’re always cute,” he said, “but that doesn’t mean I trust you.”

Cue the butterflies in both your stomach and his. You looked so beautiful with that blush, as pink as your ice cream, spreading across your face that when he looked at you again, and you looked at him, and you were both wondering if the other could hear your heart with how loud and fast it was beating in the gentle silence between you, he almost kissed you.

But his hands were sweaty and what if PDA made you uncomfortable and what if you actually hated rocky road and were only pretending to like it to please him because surely his mouth would taste like it and then you would hate the kiss and never go out with him again and—

“Just do it,” you whispered. “For me?”

Those devastating puppy dog eyes and the way you held out your pinky were nearly impossible to refuse, so he didn’t dare. He linked his pinky with yours and then closed his eyes, lips parted ever so slightly in preparation for your promised scoop.

But that sweet spoonful never came. Instead, what met his mouth was your own; after admiring him for a moment, you plucked up the courage to lean in and kiss him, breathe in that tasty little “hmmph” of surprise he let out before he realized what was happening and relaxed into it. His eyes opened quickly only to see yours flutter shut as you pressed closer, a chaste hunger, an innocent curiosity, pulling your hand up to his knee while his long fingers found the base of your neck and cradled the heavy weight of your head in his palm. In an instant his world shot from black to white, from darkness to day, at the simple pleasure of your lips brushing his. 

He wished he had done this weeks earlier—saying goodbye at your doorstep, on the rainy beach, with your friend watching, in the darkness of the theater. His fear didn’t matter, nor his need to make it perfect. You took the step he couldn’t, shamelessly, and he couldn’t be happier. 

Once the sparks behind his eyes died down, he pulled away to take you in. Not even his worry over his technique could shatter the illusion before him: your bright eyes looking at him like he hung the very moon, your beautiful kiss-swollen lips turned up into a sweet smile. Your hand had drifted from his leg up to cradle his jaw and was now brushing away his bangs. 

Looks like he got his taste of strawberries after all.

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[lavenderdaisyhoney]

Dad To Be! Jean

warning: pregnancy

Over protective to the MAX. Won’t let you lift a finger, go anywhere, or do anything. It’ll end up infuriating you but pls be patient with him 🥺

ever since you found out you were pregnant, he couldn’t wait to tell people. It’s something he’s extremely proud of (Ofc with your consent) he just can’t believe he’s going to be a dad!

always talks to your belly. Even when you’re asleep. Plays classic music and places the earphones on your belly as well pls why he doing this

Rubs your feet everyday along with your back, arms..anywhere that aches

All doc appointments have been booked by him. He’s on very close terms with your doctor and everything goes through him (mostly because he knows you’re stressed and wants to take as much weight off your shoulders not because you’re incapable)

missed an ultrasound appointment once because of traffic and he cried out of sheer frustration and anger. “Our baby’s not even here and I’m already messing up.”

wishes he could bear all of the not so fun things with pregnancy because it’s hard for him to see you barely eat anything or cry because nothing fits you anymore

has watched many birthing tapes to prepare himself for when you’re in labour. He’s almost fainted a couple of times but he won’t tell you that as he knows he has to be strong for the both of you

Has already put in his request for paternal leave because he’s not gonna leave for work when you need him the most

taglist: @porcoqalliard @coffeeforday @lue-arlert @sinnerofthewalls @fierydiamond @killerbananas @sashatanaka @usernamehere91 @daichisbunny @pockcock @reiner69er @maddieschai @therealbisexualjesus @sparklekitteh @tomurastrashpanda

[poursomesunaonme]

thanks for the tag ix !! i needed a little dose of this today :')

ᝰ saw you in a dream

- jean/reader, 60k+ (still truckin along lmao), childhood friends to lovers, heavy angst (eventual... eventual comfort), pregnancy, fam life, ptsd, post-manga shit

first time ive ever looked at the total word count so far and omg im so proud of myself !!! i outlined this start to finish in oct of 21 and still haven't gotten around to finish it bc its so heavy but ugh it makes me feel so many things which is why i love it so much :')

ᝰ absence of innocence

- nanami/reader, 2.7k, high school lovers (no longer), hurt/no comfort, mutual pining/regret

really destroyed myself writing this but i liked how it turned into a little character study! first time i've done that and delved into the no comfort area of writing just wrecked me but i love how it turned out

ᝰ friends, just friends

- eren/reader, 2.9k, fwb, angst/fluff, skinny love

i know that when i have to take a lap when writing something that i'm gonna be proud of it lmao. also really enjoyed writing the underlying feelings into it bc who knew i could write something past just smut lMAO

ᝰ thunderstorms

- megumi/reader, 4.4k, friends to lovers, soft

this one was fun bc i usually write subby reader so for the dynamic to change was really fun to explore ! i also just love him lmao

ᝰ plundering the captain's heart

- toji/reader, 5.5k, pirate au, overall nasty/rough shit

explored a few different things here and this au was very fun to write! started planning a sequel but who knows if it'll ever get finished lmao

but anyways ! taggin @princess-okkotsu @fionarara @fuwushiguro @sparklekitteh & anyone else who wants to join in !

Alright, I was tagged by both @blondeboyfriend & @mydiluc to talk about five of my favorite fics. It's definitely a good practice in self-love and appreciation!

In no particular order:

» 1. You Bury Me — Iwaizumi/Reader, 5k, pure ANGST.

This one has a very special place in my heart because of how succinctly I captured their relationship and the fear and devastation of their situation. I've spent some time trying to get a handle on angst as I have it here. That it brings out strong emotions in people is all I want as a writer.

» 2. Sweet Possession — Erwin/Reader, ~1k, Dubcon, Demons, Sex Under the Influence.

It's one of the few SNK pieces that doesn't have me gnawing on my fist anymore. I had quite a bit of fun while writing it and it was a story I wanted to do more with but I'm happy with how it came out in so few words.

» 3. In This Together — Matsukawa/Reader, ~4k, Yandere, Consensual Smut.

I received one of my favorite comments on this fic and it's never left me. It's another fun concept for me to explore because it's not a dynamic I usually write about. I would like to return to it once I find motivation and inspiration (once writer's block and burnout stop kicking my ass).

» 4. Still Stuck On You — Iwaizumi/Reader, ~3.5k, Mutual Pining, Reunion, Falling in Love Again.

Again, this one received another really impactful comment that made me appreciate it in a different light. It's actually the resolution of the main conflict of a long fic I had once plotted, the first I was going to write for Haikyuu!! The fic itself was scraped, but the relationship I had plotted has stuck with me. I think part of what makes this special for me is that I know the depth of the conflict that drove them apart, but I'm happy with what I finished.

» 5. Promises We Exchanged — Miyuki/Reader, ~12k+, Childhood Best Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort.

The first series to make the list, and an incomplete one at that! There is a lot of work that's been going into this one and a lot of emotional weight, too. There's a lot about this fic that I won't get into, but I'm really proud of what I have so far. I'm looking forward to finishing the story and seeing the final product.

For this, I'm going to tag (no pressure) @tyga-lily, @princesskazuya, @no1frogfan, @humanitys-strongest-bamf, @fionarara, @poursomesunaonme, and everyone else who would like to participate!

[tripleaxelmay]

~ Pink Lemonade (Part 13) ~

Though hearts have been broken, hatchets are also buried. Somehow, Connie is being punished for it all.

Prev - Next

Warning(s): language, mentions of cheating

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(Y/N) can’t even accurately recount how she got to this moment.

One minute, she was clawing at Reiner’s shirt in an attempt to stop him from killing Eren. The next, she is single, confused, and somehow sitting in the passenger seat of her high school ex’s Honda Accord.

Go figure.

The silence in the car is so very loud. So much to think about, and yet neither party can articulate the questions they have for each other.

Instead, Jean settles on clearing his throat and awkwardly asking, “You okay?”

She sighs and glances down at her phone.

No response from Reiner. Not that (Y/N) anticipates much else. The girls yelling at her is also not unexpected. Marco texting is a pleasant surprise, however. And she doesn’t even have the mental energy to read through the group chat more than once. 

But... yes. She’s okay. She’s okay because Jean is familiar. Jean is her rescuer from that disastrous party. Jean is...

A cheater! Right? Or... what did Sasha mean?

“I’m fine. But...”

“An explanation?” He interjects, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to worriedly glance at her. “I wish I knew, but I never cheated on you. That much I can say with certainty. Did you read my texts?”

“I... no. I got mad. Sorry.”

“I never cheated. I never heard a rumor about cheating or I would’ve said something. I don’t know why Reiner told you what he did, but I would never hurt you like that. I mean it when I say that I thought you were my...”

He trails off. She thinks she knows the blank there, but decides not to push him.

“I didn’t... I don’t even know what to say.”

“I can’t even imagine what he could’ve possibly conjured up as ‘evidence’. I don’t think I even really came into contact with him all that much outside of games and practices.”

Suddenly, she feels foolish — the only “evidence” she was ever given was a story about Jean kissing someone at a Halloween party. Reiner had been very convincing, telling her not to say anything about it since he was the only witness and didn’t want to start drama... telling her that it wasn’t worth it to accuse him because of everything else happening in his life... why the fuck did she just go along with all that, no question?

“I thought you ghosted me, (Y/N). And with everything going on with my mom and Marco and football, it hurt.” He sighs. “Not that it matters much now. I don’t blame you for it if you thought I cheated.”

“I am so sorry.” She says. 

“I am too. For this whole misunderstanding.” He responds.

But it’s now that he pulls into the parking lot of her dorm, pulling up and idling along the curb. (Y/N) almost doesn’t want to get out of the car. It feels so strange -- so unresolved. But she doesn’t know what else to say. She’s too exhausted to think.

“Are we okay?” She asks. He looks surprised at her words.

“I— yeah. Yes. We’re okay.”

“We have more to talk about, but I’m tired.”

He simply nods. 

“Bye, Jean.” 

“Bye, (Y/N).”

And with that, she shuts the car door. He watches her approach the dorm; watches her glance back as she makes it to the entrance and give him a small wave. And then she disappears.

Jean can’t get rid of the stupid smile on his face the entire way back to his own dorm.

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A/N: feels good to be back, friends :)

Taglist: @mygreat-perhapes @merry-kuroo @primusk @smollcinamonroll @1-800-simpingcowbaby @lucidliving1205 @kimi09 @usernamehere91 @expectoscamander @sabrinakishi @mywldflwers @harmonics0537  @aureoapollo @yuptha-tsme e @lagrimasdeglitter @kyojinsimp @mangobubblet3a @b10h4z4rd @holybatflapexpert @tirzamisu @signoraas @stupidbitch28 @gabi-moureira @sparklekitteh @id-rather-be-an-outsider @punicorn999 @angelbaby-rose @vintagexparker @the-shota-king-masayuki @bbs-unread-books @rirk-ke @tropicsoda @yqshirov @ravensleepyeyes​

[redemptionofthefallen]

Jeans Love Letter

*well i guess your in luck as i have RPed Jean for years then ;)*  

My dearest Kitten, I'm writing you this because...well...in some shape or form i have had my eyes on you since the beginning of it all. while i don't seem to say much to you -as i just don't have the guts to do it- i figured writing this letter to you would be best. 

i am but a simple man. find a girl, get married, buy a house, have a few kids kind of man. i always wondered who that woman in my life would be, but the moment i saw your eyes. i knew, then and there you were the one for me. 

your eyes, to your figure, to your feet are perfect in every way. although i would have to say your hair is my favorite. long brown auburn hair that flows gracefully where the wind takes it, as it frames your face beautifully. 

Truth be told the real reason I'm writing you this letter is because....im about to go on this long ass mission far from home. 

and i don't know if I'll come back. 

i didn't want to leave without telling you first, but damn if i couldn't look at your beautiful face without my mind going blank on me...

and im sorry for that. 

however with this letter. i will write the declaration of love i wasn't able to say to you in person. 

by the time you read this I'm probably half way across the cotenant by now, but just know that you are always on my mind. my love for you holds no bounds, no limits, and it is nothing but pure. i have every intent of coming back to you. with this letter is the promise that i shall return, to tell you all of this face to face, 

or die trying. 

you are the reason i want to come home. your the reason i want to return alive. so i can see your smiling face again, so i can finally feel that beautiful hair between my fingers as i pull you gently into my arms and kiss those soft plush lips of yours, that i have longed to kiss. 

while i don't know if i will come home. 

i will try. 

and in case i don't....please promise me that at the very least, you will keep this letter? in hopes that someday you will find someone that will feel the same way about you as i did, writing this letter? 

bottom line is. 

i just want you to be happy my Kitten. 

but i guess that’ll be all from me, but please hold on for my return. if you feel the same way that is...

and if you don't, then that's fine. just know that my heart will always belong to you. 

i gotta go now, but remember me...

in your dreams. 

until we meet my sweet Kitten, 

Love Jean Kirstein

*i sooooo fuckin hope i did him justice XD but there you go! Jeans Love letter ^_^ this is for the awesome and sweet @sparklekitteh hope you enjoy ^^ also i wrote it this way cause the ask was WAY too short for jean to formally tell you how he feels lol so im writing it in a post and will send the link to you hope this works XD and also side note.....i can totally see jean going through like....a WHOLE parchment of paper trying to write this XD like multiple drafts and crumpled up “failures” littered around him before he send this one XD sorry wanted to share the image cause it made me laugh XD*