#jean kierstein

[id-rather-be-an-outsider]

Cashmere and Cradles

Jean Kierstein x Pregnant!Reader

summary: y/n gets sick, and Jean worries sick. then, they’re both in for the sickest surprise of their lives.

word count: 3226

a/n: I was inspired to write this by the always lovely @quiveringdeer! this is also something close to home for me due to me incorporating my personal experiences, so plz be nice in the notes ya’ll (everyone always is but I like putting the disclaimer there for certain fics)

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I haven’t stopped being nauseous since I woke up. Is this really all because I had an anxiety attack from that one asshole? I already googled it, maybe it’s the fact that I drank a ton of water right when I woke up. I don’t know. I could barely touch the alfredo noodles we had last night, but I thought that was just me being anxious. Jean looked a little concerned at dinner, but I told him I was fine when he kissed me goodbye this morning. Just tired.

Really, I’m exhausted. I feel my stomach lurch, and I realize, I’m going to throw up. I run to the bathroom as fast as possible, nearly missing the toilet, and the last bits of undigested dinner from last night come up, along with bile and all the water from earlier. When I stop retching, I flush the toilet, and stand up dizzily. I brush my teeth to get rid of the remaining vomit, gargle a million times, and wipe my face, which has tears streaming down from the pain. Without fail, my body always feels like it’s been shoved into a trash compactor when I throw up.

When I’m finished cleaning myself up, I decide to go back to bed. The thought of trying to keep food down right now is an awful one. I text Jean to tell him I think I got a stomach bug, and he immediately texts me back asking why. I smile to myself, rolling my eyes a bit. He’s such a worry wart. Just puked, but I feel a lot better. Must’ve been why I was tired, I reply.

Do you need anything? He asks me, and I can imagine his furrowed eyebrows right in front of me.

You’re so sweet, baby. No, I just need sleep.

Have you eaten today?

No. If I eat right now I probably won’t keep it down. I never can after throwing up. I’ll eat when I wake back up. Love you xo

Ok, love you too babygirl xo

I smile to myself, then set my phone down on the nightstand. It doesn’t take long for me to drift off into a peaceful slumber.

I’m woken by my phone vibrating on the nightstand. “Hello?” I answer groggily, and am spooked by Connie’s annoyingly loud voice.

“Y/n! Someone’s pregnant!” He yells into my ear. I hold my phone far away from me, pinching the bridge of my nose. Somehow, he’s already given me a headache. “Who?”

“I don’t know, but Sasha said her mom had a dream about fish! And you know what that means!” He says. I do not know what that means.

I yawn, asking, “Does it mean she misses her son-in-law’s cooking? Niccolo should visit her again soon.”

Connie pauses. “Hey, were you asleep before I called you?”

“Yes. Very peacefully, I might add. I have the flu.”

“W-why didn’t you tell me?!” He yells at me, and I wince.

“Connie, shut the fuck up! I have a migraine because of you! And because, I thought it would be obvious!” I say.

“Huh?” Connie asks in exasperation. “It’s three in the afternoon! How am I supposed to know you took a midday nap?”

“I never took a nap…” I trail off when I realize that means I’ve slept for basically 14 hours straight, excluding my short time being awake this morning. “Damn. I didn’t think I was this sick.”

“I’m sorry for waking you up, y/n.” Connie apologizes, panic gone from his voice.

I wave him off, not realizing he can’t see me for a few seconds. “No, no, it’s fine. I needed to get up anyways, I have commissions I need to work on, sick or not. Anyways, what’s your point? About the fish and somebody being pregnant.”

“Oh! Right!” He exclaims. “So, dreams have meaning. There’s symbolism in them that rings true.”

“Why are you using the word symbolism? That has no business being in your vocabulary, it’s out of your intelligence bracket.” I say, snickering to myself when he pauses to process what I’ve said.

“Hey! I know things, okay?!” Connie defends himself after realizing I called him stupid. “Anyways, when someone dreams about a fish, it means someone they know is pregnant. And there’s always someone who’s pregnant.

“Mhm.” I say. “Well, if you figure out who that pregnant person is, tell me so I can congratulate them on making a terrible financial decision for the next eighteen plus years. I’m tired, so I’m gonna go back to bed.”

Connie says, “But didn’t you just talk about how much work you were gonna do?”

“Times change, Connie,” I respond, “That, and I just got even more tired than I was when I first answered the phone. I think you’re just exhausting me with your idiocy.”

Connie gasps, and I swear I can hear him clutching his imaginary pearls. “Hurtful!”

I sigh. “Goodbye, Connie.”

He groans, like I’ve just ruined his plans to gossip about pregnancy candidates. “Bye, y/n.” The phone hangs up with a beep, and I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling as I think to myself. There aren’t many options, in all honesty. Ymir and Historia could have decided they wanted to start a family, Eren and Mikasa, Annie and Bertholdt, even Sasha and Niccolo. I’m sick as a dog, so I’m already counted out — can’t have a baby when you’re busy having stomach flu. Before I know it, I’m lulled back to sleep by the comfort of the plush mattress and cushy blankets.

When I come to, it’s sunset, and the offending noise that wakes me is Jean’s keys jangling in the doorknob. I would get up to unlock the door for him, but I’m too groggy to move more than a finger. The door squeaks open, and I hear him put his keys down on the counter, stepping out of his shoes. “Y/n?” He calls, concern laced in his voice.

“Over here!” I respond in turn, yawning and stretching a bit. Jean’s footsteps make the apartment vibrate. He’s not heavy, but the infrastructure isn’t immune to jiggle physics. He turns the concern and I can see the wrinkles forming in real time, all because of me. Then, I can see flowers and a card. “Baby!” I exclaim in surprise, “Is that for me?”

He smiles, and he’s no longer aged by seven years. “I couldn’t come home to my girl empty-handed now, could I? How are you feeling?” He sets the flowers down on the bed, along with the card, and gathers me into a gentle hug, kissing me on the cheek.

“Babe,” I argue, “Don’t, you’ll get sick.”

“And get to take time off to spend with the most beautiful person in the world? Sounds great to me.” He grins when I roll my eyes, then asks, “Did you stay in bed all day?”

I nod. “Yea, I felt pretty shitty. No throwing up aside from the one time, though. Oh! And guess what? According to Sasha’s mom, somebody’s pregnant. The fish in her dreams told her so.”

He meets my eyes with a knowing look, his smile ever-present. “I am taking this so seriously right now, I swear. And who did we hear this fish dream news from?”

“Connie, who dared to wake me from my slumber.” I sigh, sitting up in the bed so I can be on eye-level with Jean.

Jean says, “I see, I see. Sounds like indisputable fact, if you ask me.”

“No, babe. We’re asking the dream fish.”

He laughs, and I laugh with him. “Okay, enough bullying people for being superstitious. You need some water, and soft foods. You probably haven’t eaten all day, have you?” I shake my head no. Jean says, “Well, I’m not Chef Niccolo, but I can make something pretty saucy. I’ll see what I can manage.”

“Do we have…” I start, but trail off, realizing it was a stupid question. Of course we wouldn’t have Kraft mac and cheese. “Nevermind.” I say with a smile at Jean as he looks at me inquisitively.

Fifteen minutes later, he brings me a bowl of noodles with shredded chicken in it. “Is this alright?” He asks me, and I can see he genuinely is worried I won’t like it.

I smile gratefully at him. “Of course, thank you baby. You don’t have to worry about me, the nausea seems to be the worst of it.” I feel a twinge in my stomach looking at the food, but I know it’s just me being finicky because I’m sick. I have to eat something if I want to get better.

He pats my back. “All right, I’m gonna hop in the shower. The door’s unlocked if you need anything, as per usual.” He kisses my forehead, then leaves me to handle business.

When he’s out of sight, I stare at my food like it’s insulting me. My stomach feels like it’s doing flips, and I would rather go back to sleep, but I know if I don’t eat anything, Jean will freak. His mom used to get sick all the time — bad immune system — so now, after everything I’ve been through, he watches over me like a mother hen.

And what is it that I’ve been through? Well… a miscarriage. And an eating disorder. It was for the better that the miscarriage happened, because neither of us were ready for a kid, but it was grueling. I only found out I was pregnant because of the miscarriage, and it left me even more physically and emotionally drained than I already had been for the month before. It explained the nausea, and the inability to eat most foods, but after the miscarriage, I continued being unable to eat. I lost a lot of weight, and when I finally went to the doctor’s office, they recommended I start eating protein bars to regain what I’d lost. I did, and I haven’t lost the weight again since then, but Jean fusses over me, because he knows my eating disorder is a daily battle, not one that just goes away. I tell him not to worry, that as long as I’m keeping my current weight then we have nothing to worry about, but it’s like talking to a brick wall. Or, for accuracy’s sake, it’s like talking to a magical brick wall that finds the most anxiety-inducing message in all of your words and echoes that back to you.

The miscarriage and the events after it happened years ago, but I remember it like yesterday, and so does Jean. Every now and then, we whisper to each other at night, talking about what might have happened if I hadn’t miscarried.

I don’t know why I’m thinking about all of this right now. Maybe it’s because the nausea I’m feeling now reminds me of back then. I shake my head, clearing my thoughts, then mentally prepare myself to take a bite of food. I stab the fork into my noodles and twist, twist, twist, until I have a reasonable lump of noodles around my fork, ready to be eaten. I lift it up into my mouth, and when I smell the noodles… it’s over.

I throw my fork down, quickly setting my bowl down on the nightstand and run to the bathroom faster than the speed of light. I nearly slam the door open, and start puking as soon as the toilet seat and lid are propped up. I hear Jean pull back the shower curtain as I heave, splatters of liquid and mush landing in the toilet. The room is already steamed up – he loves hot showers. We both do, to be fair. “Babe? Are you okay?” He asks me, and it takes literally everything in me to not snap at him and say that I’m obviously not okay.

I give him a thumbs up. “I don’t know why, but just smelling the food made me nauseous. What was the expiration date on the canned chicken?”

As water trickles down his bare chest, sculpted abs dividing my attention, Jean says, “I just bought that on Saturday. No way it’s expired. If you can’t eat, why don’t you try taking a shower? You’ve been in sick clothes all day.” I put the lid down and flush the toilet, slowly nodding as I stand up. I strip down, joining him in the spray as he holds his hand out for me to take. Always the gentleman. I’m sandwiched between him and the warm water, and I sigh, feeling some relief for once. He slides his hands around my waist, kissing my cheek and leaning his head against mine, sighing with me. “I’m sorry you’re so sick, baby.”

I turn around to face him, the water hitting my backside as I wrap my arms around his neck, looking up at him. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” I get up on my tip-toes to kiss him, and where nausea once was in my stomach, a fire suddenly rages – a fire of want, of desperate need. I close my eyes, deepening the kiss and pressing my body against his. “Baby.” I pant out, reaching down for his member as I feel the slick growing between my thighs.

He grunts, stopping the kiss and holding my arms, stepping away. “Not right now, y/n. You’re sick. It would just make you worse. Let’s wait until you’re feeling better, yea?” I hadn’t actually touched him yet, but I can already see that he’s clearly aroused.

I frown to myself. I’m disappointed, but he’s right. “Yea, right. Sorry.” I don’t know what came over me in that moment, but right now, I feel riled up for no apparent reason. What is happening to me?

We finish our shower, and he grabs out the silkiest pair of pajamas for me, helping me dry off and put them on before helping me into bed, and I note he removed the offending food from the area. I don’t know how I managed to meet someone as kind as him. “Hey,” He asks me, “Weren’t you supposed to start your period a few days ago?”

I think to myself, then nod in confirmation. “I think I was. No big deal, though. I’d probably be miserable if I had to deal with that and this at the same time.” He looks deep in thought. “What is it?” I ask him.

He shakes his head. “I’m just worried about you, is all. Why don’t you get some sleep and I’ll run to the store to get some hot cocoa for you to try?” Hot cocoa sounds delicious right now, I’ll give him that. It’s not usually something I crave, but maybe some sugar is just the thing I need after all of this bullshit.

I smile, then lay back in bed. “Okay, baby. See you then.”

When I wake up, it’s to Jean sitting at my feet, holding some kind of stick in his hand, eyes wide in shock, jaw completely slack. I look to my right and spot two mugs of cocoa sitting on my nightstand, one half-drunk. “Baby? What is it?” I ask him, unable to push myself up.

“I… I… I didn’t think… I only had an inkling of a hunch as to what it might be, but…” He stammers, more to himself than to me.

I sigh forcefully. “Jean. Baby. What is it?”

“Baby.” He says.

“Yes, I’m listening, Jean,” I reply, a bit annoyed that he isn’t listening. It’s not like him. “What is it?” I ask again, with more emphasis.

“A baby.” He says, and when he lifts up his hand to show me, I realize he’s holding not one, not two, but three pregnancy tests. And they all are positive. “You forgot to flush the toilet when you peed after getting out of the shower.”

Now, my face matches his. “What???” I say, suddenly jolting up into a sitting position, but not without a wave of nausea rolling over me. “I… what are we gonna do?” I say, panic setting in.

Jean answers, “We’re gonna do what you want to do, of course.” He leans over, setting the tests down on my nightstand and grabbing my hand, squeezing it. “If you don’t feel ready…”

“I–” I cut myself off when I feel my lip wobble. Tears suddenly well up in my eyes, and I fight the urge to let them loose. “Jean, I can’t.” I see the disappointment in his eyes, and I start to cry. “I can’t lose another one, Jean, I can’t. Please.”

He pauses, taken aback, but quickly hugs me to comfort me. “Oh, y/n, don’t cry, don’t cry. I’m an idiot, I thought you were saying ‘I can’t’ as in, you couldn’t keep it, I’m an idiot, ignore my initial reaction.”

I sniffle and wipe my eyes. “Wait…” I ask, “You mean you would rather me keep it?”

Jean laughs, and I almost puke from the vibrations alone, but I don’t care right now. “Yes, yes, I absolutely would rather you keep it, but I’ll support you either way.”

I start crying even more. “Oh, thank God, thank God, I thought…”

Jean pulls back slightly, but only to place kiss upon kiss all over my face. He pauses, looking me in the eye. “Put that thought away. It doesn’t have any place here.” He then places his arm behind my back, laying me back down on the bed. He starts unbuttoning my pajama top, just a few buttons from the waist up. He kisses my stomach, right below my belly button. “Hey, baby.” He whispers against my abdomen, and I lightly push him away with my arms.

“Baby. As cute as that is, please don’t. The vibrations make me nauseous.” I smile tiredly, but beckon him to lay next to me. He happily joins me, throwing an arm over my stomach and sliding under the covers.

Quietly, he says, “How does the cocoa smell?”

“Good.” I whisper.

He chuckles. “My mom said she liked that when she was pregnant with me.”

Sassily, I say, “Oh, so the baby has your taste, does he?”

And he says, “Possibly. Is it selfish of me to want them to be a girl? I’d love to have two of you around here. Plus, then Connie won’t try to make me name them after him in honor of him being the first one to share the news of your pregnancy.”

I roll my eyes. “Right, the fish gods.”

“I thought they were dream fish?”

“Same shit.” I scoff. “Can we just… never tell him?”

Jean hums. “Mmm… unfortunately, that might be a little suspect. We have to tell my mom first, anyways. Gramas always have seniority. Want me to wait a bit?”

I respond, “Maybe for a week, that way you can say I got you sick and you can’t go into work.”

Jean groans. “Babe, how are you so hot, so smart, and so pregnant with my kid, all at once? I feel so lucky right now.” He kisses my collar bone, laying back beside me like I’ve knocked him out with my grand idea.

I laugh, hand resting on my stomach. “You’re an idiot, Jean.”

“Just a fool in love,” He says, “Thinking about cashmere blankets and cedarwood cradles.”

[smashboxgirl26]

in another life — i stayed for you.

cowboy! jean x fem! reader / western au! for @mybbybakugou for the 900 followers event! i hope you like it!!

Jean spotted you as you walked into town from atop his horse — your head held higher than the rest who passed by, the basket swinging in your arms heaping with pastries. Your hair was all done up, prettily twisted and braided with ribbon to form the neat spiral that was now pinned to the back of your head; face framed with the few little front bits you always liked to leave out to “let your face breathe” — as you had said once.

His eyes followed as you pressed open the door of the Jaeger family’s medical clinic to head inside, away from his prying gaze. 

And sure, it was a little stupid, considering that you both hadn’t spoken since the two of you were in school (and he used to pull on your pigtails before running away), but it wasn’t like he could help it: not when you were still the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.

“What’re you just standing there, staring for?” Eren announced his presence from beside him, having rode up while Jean sat and stared in thought. “Ya thinkin’ about how badly I beat you in poker last weekend?”

“Shut up,” Jean rolled his eyes to the cocky smirk that’d jumped up to Eren’s lips — instead opting to dismount himself from his horse so he could drop her off to the barn across the street. “I just saw Y/N walk in the clinic — I was just wondering’ what could have happened.”

“Don’t you know?” Eren had followed him, leading his own horse into a stall as well. “My brother finally grew the balls to propose to her sister.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t pretend like it was a surprise,” Eren guffawed at Jean’s quiet expression. “They’ve always been sweet on each other. It’s not like it was really a surprise. My Ma’s really happy about it though, she said she’s finally gonna have a girl in the family. Wouldn’t be surprised if she had Y/N over to our house every other day just because.”

“Are you planning for the wedding then?” Jean asked conversationally.

“Yeah. I think Y/N’s doing most of it for her sister’s side — her sister’s busy with the farm, ya know? Plus it’ll be good practice for her own coming up—”

Jean stopped in his tracks at those words, watching as Eren tacked up his horse, still chatting away.

“Wait for a second,” Jean stopped him, “She’s getting married too?”

“Yeah.” Eren gave him an incredulous look, like it was posted over the town and it was something he should’ve just known. “She told me a couple days ago when she was over helping my Ma with some stuff.”

Jean couldn’t even picture it. You, the same girl who he used to watch playing marbles in the dirt or running around and pointing sticks at your friends in imaginary swordplay, were getting married. 

He panicked.

Questions flew out of him all at once, jumbled in his wavering tone. “Did she say who the groom was? What he was like? Is he nice at least?”

Eren barely picked up on the exasperation in his voice, only raising a small eyebrow in his direction. “She said he was nice — apparently they only met once and he lives out of town so she doesn’t know him that well.” Eren gave him an up and down before turning to face him directly. “What are you so concerned about, huh? It’s not like you were ever friends with her or anything.”

“Just curious, I supposed,” he spoke half-hazardly, trying to wave off the stupid feelings boiling in his stomach.

Jean could feel the sweat run down his face in anguish. This meant it was over — you’d move away, and he’d never see you again. Sure, you were never close, but the small moments you had he cherished close to his soul: sharing your bread with him at lunch once, laughing at a joke he made in class though you both got reprimanded for it, the sweet little smile you’d given him only two weeks ago at the sight of him riding into town after a week’s worth at the town next over.

“Y/N!” Eren suddenly shouted, waving as he spotted you walking out of the clinic — no basket snug over your arm anymore. He rushed out to greet you — and the envy worsened in Jean. You’d always been close to Eren: though it was mostly due to your kinship with Mikasa, he’d never gotten to spend lazy summer afternoons with you or go swimming in the lake at night.

“Hey,” you waved back — seemingly also noticing Jean from his hiding place where he stood in the stable, and waving to him as well. Though he didn’t want to, he forced himself back out into the sun to greet you, a tight lipped smile weaved into his lips, as he listened to you and Eren chat for a bit. 

It was all general: your sister was busy, his brother was busy, they were planning for their engagement dinner to be the following week, etc. And after a couple of minutes, Eren was called to come help his father — leaving the two of you alone, and silent.

“I, uh, heard you were getting married,” Jean cleared his throat after a thoughtful moment, watching your eyes snap up to him in, almost, alarm.

“Yes,” you nodded shortly. “Eren must have told you.”

“He did. He spoke highly of the man.”

“We’re waiting for my sister to get married at the end of the summer so mine will be in the fall,” you finished.

God, he hated how formal you acted around him. He didn’t want that from you — he wanted the actual you, the you that liked to pretend to be a queen when you were little and fight vicious fire breathing dragons to protect your subjects. That you.

“Do… Do you like him?” he posed, watching you bite the inside of your lip — thinking, pondering your answer. 

But after a second, you gave up and your words came out rushed and jumbled.

“He’s fine,” your eyes glanced to the side, like you were embarrassed, but they were on him in a second. “Can I tell you something? I haven’t even told Eren this.”

“Fine,” Jean pursed his lips, eyebrow raising quizzically.

“I’m not sure that I… love him,” you paused. “But I don’t even know how to love him? It sounds like nonsense but being around him doesn’t feel like the poetry I thought it would be — and um, could you help me?”

“Help you?”

“Help me love him.”

[headknight-oh]

Forever mad that Jean fucking kierstein was the character that helped me come to terms with being queer. Specifically at 14 years old being “if Jean can be bisexual, so can I!” And now I’m here.

Jean fucking kierstein man

[stxrrydreamss]

Attack On Titan

Eren Jeager

“That's my good girl.”

“Do you ever feel lonely?”

Armin Arlert

“She fell asleep in my arms knowing she’s safe from men like you.”

“Do you ever feel lonely?”

Jean Kierstein

“That's my good girl.”

“She fell asleep in my arms knowing she’s safe from men like you.”

“Do you ever feel lonely?”

Levi Ackerman

“That's my good girl.”

“She fell asleep in my arms knowing she’s safe from men like you.”

[chaotic-on-main]

welp now that my hour of chaotic posting is over, time to write about Jean Kierstein

[naussensei]

From: Under a Different Sky

“Jean?” Armin’s faint voice in the distance brought Jean back from a long dream.

Jean opened his eyes to find himself in the middle of an open field; the warm breeze of the Marleyan nights tangling his long hair. The bonfire that was keeping them warm was now almost out, and the stars shone bright in the clear sky.

He had probably dozed off for at least half an hour, he guessed, suddenly aware of his surroundings. He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his face; only then realizing how much his beard had grown. He was in certain need for a trim, he thought, brushing his hair back. He adjusted the straps over his skin-tight armor, and cracked his neck, readying himself to face what he expected to be a long night.

“Are you ready?” Armin was sitting by his side. “Mikasa and the rest must be waiting.”

Jean nodded, even though he knew wasn’t ready. He never was. Even after everything that happened, he was never ready to take someone’s life. He would never be.

Jean sat up with his elbows over his knees ; his gaze wandered upwards, lost in the starry night.

Armin watched Jean in silence for a moment. After so many years, it was too easy for him to read Jean’s concerned face. Armin closed a hand around Jean’s first; feeling his tense knuckles relaxing under his touch. Then Armin too looked up at the sky to watch the stars.

“Do you remember that time when Shadis sent us on that mission?” Armin said with a faint smile. “I remember I argued with Eren that whole week. It was a nightmare.”

“Yeah,” Jean sighed, the corner of his lips curving slightly up in a nostalgic smile. “The sky looked exactly the same as tonight.”

Armin’s eyes were fixed on the bright red star shining right over them.

Jean followed the heap of stars crowding along the milky way with his eyes.

“And yet tonight nothing is like those days.” Said Armin.

Jean brought his other hand around Armin’s now.

“What do you think they are?” Jean’s voice was harsh on his throat now, hardened by the years. “The stars, I mean.”

“Hmm,” Armin tipped his head back in a thoughtful expression. “According to the Marleyan science, they’re some type of mass up in the sky that travels to us as light. Apparently most of what we see now has died years ago.”

Jean turned to look at him, watching Armin’s wide blue eyes gleam with fascination as he stared at the sky.

“I don’t really understand it yet, but it’s fascinating…” Armin said, “I mean, to think there may be other planets out there. Not too long ago we thought we were the only society living on this planet. Yet here we are now, discovering a whole different continent, different countries and civilizations that have existed for many years.”

Jean smiled, then looked up to the stars again. “You know, this may be silly… but I’d like to believe the stars are the spirits of our loved ones watching over us.”

It had been a while since he hadn't heard Armin laugh so sincerely. “I like that idea much better I have to admit.”

There was another moment of silence before Jean spoke again.

“Do you think Marco is up there watching over us?”

“I’m sure he is. And I bet Eren and Sasha are right beside him, watching over us too.”

At that moment, they heard the sudden crush of footsteps against the leaves and twigs on the ground behind them. Armin turned to find Connie and Mikasa walking their way.

“What are we looking at?” Said Connie, turning to search for something up in the sky. He took a seat by Jean’s side, and Mikasa joined them around the fire as well.

“We were just remembering that awful week when Shadis sent us on that ridiculous survival mission.” Said Armin.

“Oh, man,” Connie whined. “Don’t even remind me. It was a complete disaster. I had to drag Sasha around the whole time. She was complaining so much because she was so hungry.”

“Yes. I remember we argued,” Mikasa turned to Armin. “I was mad at you and Eren at first for teaming up together and leaving me alone with Annie. But we worked surprisingly well together. We had a lot of fun.”

“Yeah, that was fun.” Said Jean, watching a shooting star fade into the darkness of the night as fast as it had appeared before his eyes.

“Look,” Said Connie, pointing at a bright, reddish dot that stood out among the rest. “I remember seeing that same big star during that week of our training!”

“I think it’s a planet.” Said Armin. “It can only be seen at this time of the year.”

“A planet?” Connie’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“I’ve seen it many times before,” Said Mikasa with a smile. “As a child, I used to lie on the grass with my parents, and we would find shapes among the stars as a game.”

“Let’s play!” Connie pointed at a set of stars, the biggest and brightest of them all. “Ha! That one over there looks like Eren!”

“No, no.” Jean debated, fully convinced of his own words. “That’s definitely Sasha. Always loud and the centre of attention. Eren barked a lot but he was small, and kinder than he thought he was.”

The rest let out a brief laugh in agreement.

All four friends stared at the sky for a while longer in complete silence; the firewood reduced to ashes and charcoal now.

“Well,” Armin was the first one to stand up. He offered his hand to help Jean up. “I think it’s time we head back. Miss Azumabito must be waiting.”

“Yeah,” Jean took his hand and a grin stretched over his face. “Time to end this war.”

Note: this is originally from a JeanMarco fic, but I’d like to think of this as a canon ending in which they all find comfort in each other while remembering their loved ones.

[deathskid]

KINKTOBER 2022.

welcome to my very first kinktober! i’m super excited to participate this year and post every piece of filth that has been plaguing my mind for the past few months. below the cut is the schedule/masterlist which is still subject to change, but i plan to stick to this and will try my best.

i will post drabbles tuesday-sunday & every monday i will post a full length fic. the days that are bolded are the days that there will be a full fic posted! all works are written for f!reader and will more than likely use she/her pronouns and female genitalia.

fandoms included: aot & jjk.

MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI.

OCT. 1 — somnophilia + choso kamo

OCT. 2 — sex toys + reiner braun

OCT. 3 — BEHIND BARS

power play + manipulation | jean kierstein

OCT. 4 — brat taming + levi ackermann

OCT. 5 — overstimulation + choso kamo

OCT. 6 — mutual masturbation + gojo satoru

OCT. 7 — cock worship + getou suguru

OCT. 8 — daddy kink + toji fushiguro

OCT. 9 — edging + shoko ieri

OCT. 10 — BROTHERLY COMPETITION

double penetration + stalking | zeke & eren yeager

OCT. 11 — mirror sex + nanami kento

OCT. 12 — bondage + reiner braun

OCT. 13 — thigh riding + levi ackermann

OCT. 14 — exhibitionism + toji fushiguro

OCT. 15 — hate fucking + eren yeager

OCT. 16 — anal + sukuna

OCT. 17 — PRIVATE PARTY

cuckolding | nanami kento + gojo satoru

OCT. 18 — dumbification + getou suguru

OCT. 19 — boot riding + zeke yeager

OCT. 20 — voyuerism + eren yeager & armin arlet

OCT. 21 — size difference + reiner braun

OCT. 22 — public sex + jean kiersten

OCT. 23 — breeding + zeke yeager

OCT. 24 — THE DEVIL HIMSELF

kidnapping + gunplay | serial killer!toji fushiguro

OCT. 25 — spanking + shoko ieri

OCT. 26 — cockwarming + nanami kento

OCT. 27 — lactation + gojo satoru

OCT. 28 — orgasm control + gojo satoru

OCT. 29 — dacryphilia + toji fushiguro

OCT. 30 — facefucking + choso kamo

OCT. 31 — AN ODD PARTY

free use + gangbang | toji, gojo, getou, sukuna

[screechingmelon]

AOT CHARACTERS, making up for lost time drabbles + love language (modern au!)

PLAYLIST — slow burn romance with your comfort character

NOTE — i offer everybody fluff content, comfort & a sprinkle of reassurance. i added a playlist up top for some romance-y vibe while you read this or maybe more fluff

SUMMARY — aot characters making it up to you after not being able to spend a lot of time together because they're busy + love languages!

CHARACTERS — marco bodt, jean kirschtein, eren jaegar, armin arlert, connie springer, reiner braun, bertholdt hoover, porco galliard, colt grice, mikasa ackerman, annie leonhart, ymir, historia reiss, pieck finger, miche zacharias, hange zoe, erwin smith, levi ackerman, yelena, & onyonkapon

#TAGS — helo @druighoney i provide u with ereh fluff 🤲

NOTES & REBLOGS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED!

i want to slow dance with you

love language — touch, quality time & words of affirmation

characters — marco bodt, jean kierstein, armin arlert, moblit berner, colt grice, historia reiss, mikasa ackerman, pieck finger, onyonkapon & bertholdt hoover

They've been caught up with school, trying to juggle extracurricular activities, projects, homeworks, and exams has been a hassle. You understood that they need their space and time to do school works but you couldn't help it but feel a little lonely for the pass few days without them. Always on their desk working non-stop.

You were already on bed just scrolling mindlessly on social media. You wanted to wait out a little for them, to maybe cuddle or have small talk. The door creaks open and it was your lover peaking through the door.

"Angel, you're still awake."

You shifted your attention to them; "Oh, I was waiting for you." You respond, their expression softened. Their lips form a small tender smile. "Would you like to have some ice cream? I got some from the convient store nearby. It's your favorite" they raise their left arm shaking the little plastic bag that contained the cold treat

You put your phone down on the bedside, and got up from your spot walking your way to them. They open their arms and you dove right into them as you stuffing your face onto their chest. "I missed you" came out a little muffled

They embrace you a little tighter; "I missed you too, sunshine" kissing you on the top of you head, rubbing your back. You missed them.

You both pulled away from the embrace and went to the kitchen area. "Angel, please. Tell me about your day." And you both talked and talked and it was great. You felt a rush of relief now that you've finally spoken to them.

They suddenly take their phone out and scroll. They played a song; "This may be a little cringe and cliche but come dance with me for a bit before we go to bed, lovely?" They reach out their hand

The music starts to play, it was rather an upbeat romance song; "Sweetheart"

You hum in response looking up to him with your hands around his neck, and his arms around your waist. One of his hands move up to hold your cheek; "Angel, I'm sorry I couldn't spend much time with you for the past few days. I'll make it up to you, love wely. I promise" Softly caressing your face

Your expression softened as he looked at you so lovingly. "Don't apologize, it's alright. Like I said take your time; this is gonna be for your future."

He leaned to press his forehead against yours; "Thank you for being so patient with me, I promise I'll make sure all of your patient and effort with me will be worth it."

You hum, "But..." He says and pauses pulling away from you, now placing both their hands on your face; "It's not just for my future, it's going to be for ours if you'd still take me."

by your side

love language — touch, words of affirmation, & quality time

characters — porco galliard, connie springer, sasha braus, eren jaegar, hange zoe, reiner braun, & ymir.

You and your lover haven't been spending much time as usual. You both respected each other's privacy, and space but you really needed them this time. You worked part time at a cafe and messed up causing your boss to humiliate you in front of the middle of work. Despite hesitating, you decided to text them everything that happened, you were just really needed to let that out somehow and you knew they'd understand. Maybe the distance between the both of you were really taking a toll.

You'd walk your way to your shared apartment; all you felt now was relief but you still carried the embarassment that you gone through. The customers, your co-workers just stared as it happened. People were whispering, maybe gossiping even.

As you open the door, you were greeted by your lover looking quite concerned, "Baby, hey. I went home when I read your message. Are you alright?" Walking to your direction with their arms slowly opening as they got closer to you

Jumping onto their chest and hugging them tightly helped make those thoughts fly away, instantly. "Oh, baby. I'm sorry" They whisper, their one hand moving you your head softly stroking it as you feel your throat closing up and your eyes swelling.

"It's okay, baby. Shh, just let it out, you're safe with me." They say softly hugginh you a litte tighter and kissing your head every now and then. Once you've calm down, they wipe your tear; "Good god, your boss is a dick. You should really quit your job." He chuckles wiping and kissing your tears away. "I'm sorry I haven't been by your side for a while. Come, I bought you some snacks and we can make some hot cocoas or just anything." They paused

Pushing the hair out of your face; "I don't like seeing you cry. Love, you can quit the job, I'll help you find one without a lame boss. And, I'll be with you more often. Seeing you fall asleep without me beside you was... my bad I suppose."

"I know you can take care of yourself but I wish I took care of you in any better way that I could. I noticed you were surprised to see me home this early, but you know I'd ditch some overtime for you. Besides, my co-worker owes me" Stroking you hair more keeping eye contact with you as they spoke.

"So, please, don't ever hesitate to call me or talk to me whenever. I know you respect my space and all but I do miss you too."

A small grin forms on their face; "I don't. I am absolutely not into being hard-to-get with you. Like, jesus christ, I need my hugs and cuddles as well—"

They sigh as you muffled your face on their chest; "As a tribute I wanna volunteer as your emotional and mental suppport lover maybe. For as long as you aren't sick of me" They chuckled; "No, I don't get sick of you." it came muffled but they understood.

you're a blessing

love language — words of affirmation, acts of service & quality time

characters — annie leonhart, levi ackerman, erwin smith, zeke jaegar, yelena, & miche zacharias

Often it was a peaceful silence in your shared apartment but it was mainly because you both enjoyed the silence together. They weren't the most talkative and publicly sweet lover but they showed and already proved their love in private. Weren't big fans of PDA, either because they get nervous and they have trouble expressing it or they just prefer to be sweet behind doors

You usually were the one who talked a lot but the silence you shared this time wasn't comforting as it should be. They're busy with college and work and you couldn't blame them, they have responsibilities and you were alright with that because you had yours as well.

They pass you by and gave you an extra drink they made. "Thank you." You say as they nod and sit at the opposite end leaning on the couch frame holding a book

You weren't talking as usual, you started to hesitate talking to them because you feared you would bother them or disturb their rest.

"Is there something wrong, hun?" They ask from the other side of the couch as they hold their drink. You shook your head, dismissing them. Their lips formed a small frown, obviously not believing you.

As they placed the drink on the coffee table, standing up to sit beside you; "Tell me, I'll listen."

You dismissed them again; "No it's alright. you've had a long day. You should rest."

"Honey I'm not an old man/woman who needs bed rest. Listening to you won't be exhausting." They say keeping eye contact with you. You have their undevided attention now.

"It's alright."

"I don't know what goes through your head but I'd love to hear them." They say as they reach for your hand giving it a small kiss, "I know something's wrong when you don't talk to me. Did I do something to upset you, hun?"

You sighed, so much for not knowing what goes through my head reading the situation very well. "I just don't want to be a burden when you're already busy" You say adverting your eyes, rubbing your left arm and fully turning away from them.

"Look at me."

You dismiss them

"I want you looking at me when I tell you this."

You hesitated for a moment but you knew damn well they won't stop. "What...?"

"I know I don't express what I feel for you publicly or a lot but I enjoy your company and especially listenig to you. Take this as, you recharging my energy after a tiring day."

They reach their hand, and hold your chin gently; "I want you to know, that the last thing you could ever be is a burden. You're my beloved. I love you and that won't change no matter how tired the both of us could be." Taking your hand a placing a soft kiss

"You're a blessing to me."

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[id-rather-be-an-outsider]

I was tagged by @quiveringdeer AHHH ily bb ty

Currently Reading: Pretty much any story on the Manta app! There’s a new one called Fly Me to the Moon that I am VERY excited about! The guys are hot, the girl is hot, the people in general are just H O T. I already hate one of the guys bc he did something unforgiveable but he’s still HOT so it makes me hate him even MORE

Last song: Panini by Lil Nas X while driving to school listening to my little brother’s playlist (he had the aux cord but we stan Lil Nas X anyways lol), but Stick by Dreamville (with JID, feat. Kenny Mason, Sheck Wes and J. Cole) on my personal playlist

Last movie: 1917 and The Menu, I can’t remember which was the MOST recent but I loved them both, 1917 made me  C R Y and I figured out what would happen in The Menu right away but my boyfriend didn’t believe me, until it did happen and then I was really proud of myself uwu

Currently Should be working on: my Notes app and my Google Docs are FILLED with stuff, it is ridiculous

- Where the Flowers Bloom: multi-chapter fic, Ekko X OC

- Cashmere and Cradles: Jean Kierstein x Pregnant!Reader fic (should be posted by the end of today!), Modern AU

- Study Buddies: Gally x Reader fic, College AU

Tagging: @spacetalbot @rae-gar-targaryen @pr1ncessm00n @lucypcvensie and anybody else who wants to participate!!!

[fonkymonkeyfriday]

My Favorite Characters as Waterparks Songs

Crave

Fushiguro Megumi (jjk), Shinsou Hitoshi (bnha), Hoover Bertholdt (snk)

Funeral Grey

Zen’in Maki (jjk), Sero Hanta (bnha), Finger Pieck (snk)

Lowkey As Hell

Takami Keigo (bnha), Kierstein Jean (snk)

Snow Globe

Gojo Satoru (jjk), Geto Suguru (jjk)

Fantastic

Arlert Armin (snk), Ieri Shoko (jjk)

Take Her to the Moon

Bodt Marco (snk)

Tantrum

Dabi (bnha)

Pink

Bakugo Katsuki (bnha)

Turbulent

Geto Suguru (jjk)

[torawro]

now all we need is a rp blog with jean “horsecock” kierstein 🙈😵‍💫😵‍💫

[rukunas]

Love Hate Me: A Levi x F!Reader Series (Completed)

summary

There is only one thing in life that you are sure about: you hate Levi Ackerman just as much as he hates you.

You and Levi have never gotten along. You hate how he is utterly full of himself, how he looks bored all the time, how he constantly picks on you. He hates how you glared at him the first time you met him, how you seem to spend too much time with Jean Kierstein, how you seem like your hiding something. The two of you despise each other, and perhaps that is the only thing that the two of you can agree on.

But, you have to wonder, is there something else hiding under all of that hate?

warnings

nsfw: fingering, cunnilingus, smut, degradation, name-calling, hint of somnophilia

violence: mentions of blood, wounds, killing

spoilers: fic takes place in season 3 and references the plot

chapters

part 1: the dream

part 2: his eyes

part 3: the handkerchief

part 4: the cut

part 5: the wound

ao3 link

click here

fanart

sketches by @mioni-sora

drawing by @mioni-sora

taglist

thank you to all of you for following along with my story <3

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[brightbertalt]

hey I’m bert!

wanna get writing requests done?

I’M YOUR MAN/WOMAN/THING!!!!

I write for….

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon, Kyle Spencer, Kit Walker, Jimmy Darling, Michael Langdon, Dandy Mott, and ask for any other characters!

Attack on Titan

Armin Arlert, Annie Leonhart, Reiner Braun, Bertholdt Hoover, Zeke Yeager, Porco Galliard, Pieck Finger, Floch Forster, Hitch Dreyse, Erwin Smith, Jean Kierstein, Connie Springer, Sasha Braus and ask for other characters!

Full Metal Alchemist

Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye, Maes Hughes, Ling Yao, Greed, Greedling, Mira Armstrong, Jean Havoc, Solf Kimblee, and ask for other characters!

Resident Evil

Leon Kennedy, Albert Wesker, Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield, Claire Redfield, Carlos Oliveria, Karl Heisenberg, and ask for other characters!

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, Dustin Henderson, Robin Buckley, Jim Hopper, Jonathan Byers, Alexei Smirnoff, Murray Bauman, Yuri, and ask for other characters!

Inside Job

Reagan Ridley, Brett Hand, Rand Ridley, Andre Lee, Glen Dolphmann, J.R, and ask for more characters!

Gotham/DC

Edward Nygma, Bruce Wayne, Jerome Valeska, Jeremiah Valeska, Johnathan Crane, Oswald Cobblepot, James Gordon, Victor Zsasz, Jervis Tetch,

Cowboy Bebop

Spike Spiegel, Faye Valentine, Jet Black, Vicious and ask for more characters!

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Penelope Garcia, and ask for more characters!

•Team Fortress 2

Scout, Medic, Engineer, Heavy, Sniper, Spy, Soldier, Demoman, and Pyro!

and many others! just ask 🥰

i write fluff, platonic, and smut requests whether they be drabbles, headcannons, fanfics or anything else :)

requests are very open!!!

[mintmetal]

&. MINT MASTERLIST !

— # haikyuu!!

headcannons. iwaizumi hajime . tsukishima kei . yamaguchi tadashi . oikawa tooru . miya osamu . yachi hitoka. suna rintarou

— # chainsaw man.

aki hawayaka .

— # attack on titan

headcannons. armin arlert . mikasa ackerman . jean kierstein . levi ackerman

[naussensei]

Under a Different Sky

The night was clear and the stars shone bright over violet skies. One large star shone brighter than the others, it’s red gleam reflected on the river in front of them. They sat in front of the fire next to each other, listening to the water in the distance, relaxing at the wood cracking as it was slowly consumed by the flames.

Jean watched Marco’s face glow with curiosity under the warm light of the embers consuming the wood that kept them warm, fascinated by Marco’s eager expression as he contemplated the sky.

“What do you think they are?” Asked Marco with a smile.

“What?” Jean said, distracted, his eyes had been on Marco the whole time.

“The stars... What do you think they are?”

Jean then looked up to the sky to find small dots blinking above them .

“Lights, of course. What else would they be?”

Marco chuckled, and Jean’s gaze went to Marco’s perfect teeth, watching him as he laughed at his own thoughts, full lips curved upwards in a shy smile.

“Why? What do you think they are?”

“It’s silly.” Marco said, lying on his back with his hands under his head as a pillow.

“I won’t laugh, I promise,” Jean said in haste, and before he could think he had lied by his side.

“Well,” his freckles blurred into the reddish glow that now took over his face. “I think… maybe they’re the spirits of our ancestors, watching over us.”

With his eyes still glued on him, Jean had to bite on his own lip to restrain a smile.

“It’s not silly,” he said, unable to hide his smile now. He thought Marco’s naive way of thinking particularly endearing.

“You said you wouldn’t laugh!” Marco elbowed him.

“I wasn't laughing at you.” Jean caught his arm with a wide smile.

“Then why are you smiling like an idiot?” Marco was smiling too, even though he wasn’t sure why.

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31983127

[peace-for-levi]

CECE!! congrats on 300<333 i am so happy for you and wish you all this and more my dear❤️❤️❤️

could i ask for a tea and sweet treat? whatever u feel like though my love!

about me: i have brown medium length brown hair w bangs and hazel eyes ; im short and stocky ; my pronouns are she/her

im a super bubbly person! i love chatting and spending time with people ; my love languages are quality time, physical touch, and words of affirmation. i love finding new media to consume, books, shows, music, etc and then sharing my finds with people! sometimes i struggle with sharing my feelings because i dont want to be a burden but at the same time i value vulnerability.

my mbti is esfj ; my big three & venus are taurus sun, sag moon, scorpio rising, and aries venus

i prefer male relationships but i swing either way:)

ideal dates: while i like to stay in a lot of the time, whenever i find the person that i really vibe with, i want to go out 24/7 and explore. whether that’s out hiking, on a picnic, to a museum, or dancing, anything that involves finding new places is a must for me

marriage: i surprisingly like the idea of marriage (whenever im not alone and in a deep fear of intimacy)! i wanna write my own vows and everything and the receptions gonna be lit as hell. i like simplicity so deco and my dress and everything are pretty minimalistic (referring to my pinterest board LMAOO)

and for the sweet treat!

could i request a canonverse jean letter please? im thinking it’s a letter from him while he’s away on an ambassador’s trip to another country, talking about how much he misses me and the kids, reminiscing on old times (like how he used to sneak out of the scouts camps to meet me if he was close to the town; how he brought a mountain of presents back from the marley reconnaissance mission along with a promise ring, etc.) to keep him sane, just a whole lotta fluff

congrats again, cece! im so glad to be apart of your following:)

Requests for this event are CLOSED.

However, general requests for oneshots/thirsts/headcanons are OPEN.

Hi dearest!!

I’m so sorry this took so long, gah I’m terrible. Life got super messy (when is it not messy) and my writing was put on hold for ages!

Based on the information you have given me for your match-up, I personally think you’d pair very well with… Jean Kierstein!

You had me at the love languages I think? I feel like Jean could match those perfectly and be the most loving and attentive partner to you! He can be very touchy-feely (not sure about in public) and will almost always have an arm wrapped around you. If you’re walking somewhere, his thumb is stroking circles into your hand, or his arm is loosely wrapped around your waist as you crack jokes and laugh loudly. He’s also a sweetheart with words. He does make mistakes here and there - who doesn’t? - but he learns what it is you like to hear when you are feeling down, what he can do to cheer you up or if he just needs to be quiet while you vent.

DATES WITH JEAN ARE SO CUTE. SORRY, BUT I DO PICTURE YOU TWO SHARING HEADPHONES ON THE SUBWAY OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT??? This is the quality time coming in, maybe. Any moment with you is cherished, and he cherishes you. So if you’re doing something as mundane as sitting next to each other - maybe you’re reading a new book - he’s reading with you and flicking the page. GAH ADORABLE I KNOW, JEAN IS ADORABLE.

Jean understands you very well, I think he’d love to bookshop for you (risky for anybody who is in a relationship with a bookworm.) But you always read them, even if you don’t complete the book because he will be furiously mulling over the books available. He’s analysing the colour scheme of the cover (as superficial as it is), if you want the ‘official’ version, the blurb, strong female characters, the feel of the book itself.

Maybe in turn you’re always updated your shared playlist that you listen to as you cook dinner? There’s a great playlist on Spotify called ‘cooking omlettes with jean kirstein’ - some classic 80s and 90s music in there! If you’re both dancing in the kitchen together as you cook, can be be SURE he’s twirling you around and doing that thing where he spins you around and catches you. A song that comes to mind is Blue Moon by Frank Sinatra

Waking up early to go on hikes to see the sunrise??? UGH YES AND THEN HE’S BRINGS YOU FOR COFFEE AFTERWARDS. BEANIE YOURE KILLING ME HERE, I LOVE JEAN.

museum dates are SO jean. you two could spend hours there. in a similar vein, maybe you two would dig aquarium dates?? omg and wanting go get a fish after? jean says it's practice for a bigger commitment (like kids if you want them, or a dog/cat/etc) but he also kinda just loves fish. don't speak to him as he stares at the fishies - he's in his element. but that can also be said about paintings (yes, i see him as an artist/art enthusiast in a modern AU!)

gah now i want a jean to myself

Below you’ll find your moodboard!

and now, your letter!

(seems like your letter implied civilian!SO but i couldn’t tell so I left it open. i have a handwritten font in pictures and there is text below as well in case it is hard to read.)

To my darling,

I hope you are doing well.

I do apologise for the delay in letters, travelling from country to country, I sometimes don’t get around to seeing a letterbox. Armin has planned a very strict itinerary for us; meetings, grand-unveilings or openings of new governmental bodies and such. I have had this letter folded in my briefcase for the longest time. It’s a miracle I hadn’t lost it (sorry.)

I miss you terribly. It’s been about two months since I last saw you and the kids, but by the time you read this I’ll probably be on my way home to Paradis. Living with you is something I’ll never regret, even if it means I’m away for some time…Maybe I’ll ask Armin to give me some more time off next time. He is sort of in charge of this whole thing.

At night is when I miss you the most, dear. What about you? Armin has Annie so I guess he’s alright (I won’t comment on Mikasa… as you can imagine it’s still rough), Reiner is obsessively wishing Historia was still single. Although, he and Pieck have gotten a bit close - I can’t see that working out, though? That is my personal opinion.

I like to imagine you in my arms at night (even if that means I get verbally accosted by Reiner in the morning for hugging my pillow), it helps me sleep. You know, the other night, I was thinking about the time back in the days of the Scout Regiment and we snuck out to the lake? The nostalgia really hit me. You know… you were the one to push me in first and I had to pretend I was a natural at swimming. I know we learned to swim back in the Cadet Corps but it was never needed. I had to impress you somehow, okay?! Captain Levi wasn’t impressed to see me walking back soaked to the bone… But even so, I think we just kept sneaking out?

Speaking of, we should visit the Captain again soon. He gave us a nice tea hamper of sorts as a wedding gift, and I don’t think we ever got to thank him properly? Maybe a trip to Marley is in order? Besides, Gabie and Falco haven’t met our kids yet!

If you’re in Marley, maybe I can upgrade the promise ring I got you all those years ago? If you want. I remember how happy you were when you opened the velvet box… gosh, I miss your beautiful smile. You looked so beautiful that day. You do everyday to me, in every conceivable way. In every angle, every outfit, every pose, everything. I’m so glad you’re the mom to our kids, you know that, right?

Tell the kiddos Papa misses them dearly. I can’t wait to hug you all when I get back (with souvenirs this time, before the eldest whines and goes off in a huff.) We can all go out again as a family then.

I love you darling,

Jean