#you know...?

[djarinova]

[01:07 am] — jean kirstein x reader

requested by the wonderful @tetzoro for my birthday event (status: open). i hope you enjoy aims!! thank you for participating <3

content - petnames (sweetheart, angel), reader is feeling sad, jean comforts reader, established relationship, kissing, little bit of teasing - wc; 777

The bathroom is quiet, empty. The cool water from the sink revives you, but that nagging feeling, that stupid negative voice in your head, remains as loud as ever. As you pat your face dry a few droplets manage to escape the towel and begin trickling their way down your arms. It tickles. And it's enough to elicit a small laugh out of you, it's a garbled sound since your throat is still thick with tears, but it is a laugh, and it surprises you.

The surprise is enough to pull you out of your own head momentarily.

You need Jean.

You know where he is, of course, he's waiting for you in your shared bed. He had asked you if you were tired as soon as the movie had ended and you could barely manage a grunt in response, your mind too foggy, too tired, for you to say much else.

As you make your way out of the bathroom your footsteps are hurried, desperate, and despite the aches in your legs—a consequence of your busy day—being your main focus all evening, you suddenly find them at the very back of your mind.

You close the bedroom door softly and let your eyes adjust to sudden dimness, the only light coming from the lamp on Jean's bedside—the blue one, the one with the pretty glass top shaped like a seashell. As soon as you see Jean his face lights up. He opens his arms to you and you practically trip over yourself trying to get to him.

You shuffle under the covers and when he slips his arm around your shoulders you feel his warmth begin to seep into your body immediately. His scent surrounds you, a mixture of musk and the lavender body wash you got him. The familiarity is soothing.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He murmurs against the top of your head, sleep coating his voice like the soft blanket he pulls up to cover you both.

You nod, “I am now… Time for sleep?”

He hums in response before planting a soft kiss to your head. You feel his arms squeeze you, once, twice, three times, and you smile.

“I love you, too.” You reply.

You feel his chest vibrate against your side, a low chuckle escaping his lips, and you angle your head towards him. You're surprised to find his eyes already on you and a heat begins to creep up your face when you catch the loving look in his eyes. It's enough to make your heart quicken.

You draw yourself towards him, your eyes fluttering closed just before he presses his lips against yours. The kiss is soft, delicate. You manage to drag your hand out from under the plethora of covers that envelop you and place it gently against his cheek. He falls against your palm immediately, nuzzling and mewling at the contact. A high pitched whine leaves his mouth as you draw his lower lip between your teeth and you both smile into the kiss.

He pulls away, slightly out of breath, “you're mean,” he pouts. There's no malice in his tone and you chuckle when he attempts to turn his head away from you.

Your hand on his cheek halts his movements, and for the first time all evening your mind feels clear.

“Thank you,” you say, breathlessly.

You see a flicker of confusion cross Jean's face, “what do you mea–”

You silence him with a chaste kiss.

His surprise quickly melts away. He kisses you back with such vigour that your stomach erupts with butterflies and a shiver of excitement comes over you. A far contrast from how you had been feeling when you climbed into bed just mere minutes ago.

You pull away to catch your breath and Jean presses his forehead against yours. You stay there for a minute, the both of you with wide grins on your faces. And when you feel his hands begin to snake their way along your waist you let out a shaky sigh.

“I–you–you’re…” You pause, “you just help me.” You shrug, hoping the words are laced with enough emphasis that he'll know what you mean.

He smiles at you before pulling you flush against his chest, your head rests just below his collarbone and you plant a soft kiss on his exposed skin. The tips of his ears turn red and now it's his turn to be thankful for the dim lighting.

“That's my job, angel.” His voice is deep, almost solemn.

He takes his job very seriously.

You're his love. He'll always want to help you, even when you don't have the words to ask for it.

[icouldhavebeenfree]

realizing that the situation i am in is not solely the result of a moral failing or deficiency of character on my part but is instead largely just the way things happened to have played out, and that i don't need to punish myself about it... but it is very difficult to view things pragmatically when you haven't spoken with anyone who shares the experience. it makes me feel like i am uniquely awful because like, why else would it be only me? but 1. it's not only me, i just haven't happened to meet the people who i do share the experience with... just because i can't see it doesn't mean it's not real etc... and 2. there really is no explanation because the universe doesn't have motives or a moral compass. i keep waiting for a moment to be told why this has happened and only then will i receive the key to how i can finally move on... but that's not going to happen so i just have to move on. but again it's difficult because i have no guidance from anyone who actually knows what to do in this situation. very alone in my aloneness...

[ohcorny]

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[just-french-me-up]

'ao3 needs a like and dislike button'

what you need, my algorithm-rotten minded friend, is a grip

[drumlincountry]

If your life is horrible and you need a new source of meaning and direction.... Do NOT find religion. Learn to identify plants.

[beaft]

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[docdufresne]

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[homunculus-argument]

This counts as vent art.

[grandpayaoi]

this is a joke about anime porn. get real

[antlersish]

Mad about politics again

[paintedcrows]

Did anyone tell Ford (bonus doodles: Family Movie Night, 70s Classics)

[great-and-small]

Free bumper sticker design for any Floridians who want it

[captain-price-unofficially]

Pepsi distributed Dr Pepper (on the left) And Coca-Cola distributed Dr Pepper (on the right). Dr. Pepper isn’t owned by either company, it is it’s own company Keurig Doctor Pepper, BUT they don’t have a bottling facility. In an area, they use whichever bottling facility gives them the best deal. That’s why sometimes it’s Pepsi shaped and sometimes it’s Coke shaped.

[necromosss]

sometimes we (i) forgot

[woodsdyke]

having viral posts is all fun and games until you have clowns in your mentions being like "well, op, i bet you also didn't know THIS" [haughtily explains something i absolutely would and do know] like add whatever to my posts that you think is informative just don't direct it at ME! i know! i just didn't include it in the post i made in 20 seconds because i didn't think 30,000 of you would see it!