#Jack's confusion comes from how soft it is and wondering if it was made from a real rabbit

[a-child-turned-monstrosity]

Lief was pulling his hood over his face to hide it a bit while Jack looked at his outfit in bewilderment. Lief's cheeks began to go red the longer he was in this attire while Jack just continued to stare at the gloves included with it. Both boys were dressed in Bunny Oneises, a bright pink one for Lief and a white one for Jack. Though the child normally loved such, he was growing older and he was a little embarrassed, though perhaps this was always the case as he was never seen outside with such an outfit. Still, he'd inhale and try to wear a cheerful expression, with his face still red, and celebrate today with his family.

//Happy Easter from the muns of both boys!

[hischierdevils]

Valentine | N.H.

note: I was listening to Valentine by 5SOS and have been in a nico mood so here you go

summary: nico questions your relationship on valentine’s day

warnings: slight angst, miscommunication

wc: 1.3 K

It started with a comment from Dawson, he was innocently talking about his Valentine’s day plans with Jack and John when Nico had walked into the locker room. “What are you doing for your girl, cap?” Dawson asked once he saw who had joined them.

Nico shrugged as he sat down on his bench. “We don’t celebrate it. Y/n doesn’t care.” This would be your third Valentine’s Day together and he’s never so much as bought you a card. You never said anything, so he assumed the two of you were on the same page about the made up holiday.

“Are you sure she doesn’t care?” Dawson asks. “Or has she just accepted that you don’t?” He doesn’t mean anything by the question, but it sends Nico into a spiral. Do you want him to do something for you? Have you just been too nice to say something?

Before practice starts, he corners Yegor in the hallway. “Can I ask you something?” Shara nods and Nico continues. “Are you doing anything for Darya today?”

Yegor gives his captain a weird look. “Of course, it’s valentine’s day? She just had Christian and she needs to know how special she is.” He looks even more confused when Nico sighs. “Did you forget?”

“Yeah, something like that.” Have you been silently resenting him this whole time? You were sleeping when he left this morning, barely opening your eyes as he kissed you goodbye. Were you pretending to be asleep because you didn’t want him to disappoint you again?

His thoughts drive him crazy as he overanalyzes every reaction he’s had with you this week. He thought he knew you well enough to know if something was bothering you. He thought you trusted him enough to tell him anything. Was he that terrible of a boyfriend?

Needless to say, Nico’s a little more frustrated in practice than usual. He takes out a little too much of that frustration on Dawson as they practice the penalty kill, sending him to the ice hard. “What the hell man?” He groans as he gets up. Nico mumbles a sorry before skating away.

He’s the last one off the ice for practice, pushing his body as much as he physically can as he tries to figure out his thoughts. He’s come to the conclusion that he needs to do something for you today, but he fears it might be too late. Everything is surely booked already.

His misery only continues as he walks into the locker room and is greeted by a picture on Tomas’ phone. Veronicka is holding a beautiful bouquet of red flowers. “The Devs sent all the girls flowers.” Nate holds up his phone as well, showing Jessica received them too. Nico internally groans. Now he’s competing with his own organization?

He stops at the store on his way home which is packed with men doing last minute shopping just like him. Guilt washes over him as he stares at the bare, picked-over shelves. You don’t deserve something he picked up last minute on the way home from work. You deserve to know how wonderful you are. How much he loves you and appreciates you being in his life. He leaves the store empty handed, feeling completely defeated.

Your apartment is quiet when he walks in and he’s immediately greeted by the large bouquet of flowers that the Devils sent you on the entryway table. Your name is scrawled on the card along with a cheesy message that probably made you smile. He feels awful, wishing he could be the one to do that for you.

“Nico?” Your soft voice calls from the kitchen and he hesitates to answer, trying to figure out if there's any sign of sadness in your voice. “Is that you?”

“Yes, were you expecting someone else?” He regrets the words as soon as he says them, walking down the hallway to the kitchen. You’re probably hoping for a nicer boyfriend, one that actually gets you flowers on valentine’s day.

“No, my other boyfriend just left actually.” You call back with a laugh. He knows you're joking but it hurts all the same. “What do you want to make for dinner?”

His heart soars as he steps into the kitchen and finds you standing by the counter scrolling on your ipad. Your hair is up in a messy bun, you're wearing leggings and one of his sweatshirts but the sight of you still takes his breath away. When he doesn’t answer, you look up at him expectantly. The two of you always cook together when he’s home.

“Ni?” You start to frown as you look at him, wondering if he didn’t hear you. “Dinner?”

He hates the thought of disappointing you. “I can take you out.”

His tone catches you off guard and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Are you asking me or telling me?”

“I’ll do whatever you want.” He wants to eliminate the distance between you, pull you into his arms and hold you tightly but he’s not sure if that’s what you want.

“I’d rather stay home.” You turn your attention back to the ipad. “I found this new recipe we could try.”

“You don’t have to say that just because you know that's what I want.” He tells you suddenly. “I’ll do whatever you want to do.”

You set the ipad down on the counter and stare at him. “I just told you what I want.”

“We can dress up.” He says, trying to think of a plan on the spot. “I’ll take you to dinner. And a movie!”

“Nico, what is going on?” He’s usually an open book, letting you read every emotion on his face. The mood he’s in now is something you haven’t seen before.

“It’s valentine’s day.”

“I know. The Devils sent me flowers.” Guilt washes over him again. “Did you se-”

“I’m so sorry.” He chokes out. “I should’ve gotten you flowers, a card, a puppy, something…I should’ve made you feel special. I didn’t know you cared about valentine's day.”

You move around the counter quickly, stepping into his embrace before he can even finish his sentence. “I don’t care, Ni. We’ve never celebrated it before.”

He holds you tightly, hiding his face in your hair as you rub soothing circles on his back. “But I should've.” he explains. “I should show you how much I love you.”

You pull away from him and he’s surprised to find that you’re smiling. “You do show me. You show me every day.”

When he gives you a confused look you keep going “You put a towel in the dryer every morning before you leave because you know I hate being cold. You always fill my car up with gas before you leave for a roadie. You fill up my water bottle for me every night before bed in case I get thirsty in the middle of the night. You always let me have the last bite of food even if it’s your favorite.” Your chest is heaving from talking so fast. You could go on and on about the things he does for you.

“I’m just being nice.“ Nico shrugs. He’s never really given much thought to those things before. He does them because he loves you, yes, but he never realized you noticed.

“Because you love me and I love you.” You insist as you circle each of his wrists with your hands. “I don’t need you to buy me flowers or chocolate just to tell me that.”

The stress he’s put himself through all morning ebbs away as you look at him. Hands still on your face, he bends down to kiss you. “I fall more in love with you every day.” He says pressing his forehead to yours. “Du wirst eines Tages meine Frau sein.”

You smile, only catching a few german words that you know. “Can we circle back to the puppy?”

“Who mentioned a puppy?” Nico pulls away from you and tries to change the topic. “What recipe did you find?” 

You laugh and kiss his jaw. “I love you, Ni.”

You’re going to be my wife someday

[iheartchv]

Sunny Day Jack x Reader:

I Never Forgot 2

What if you were one of the few people who remembered vividly about Sunny Day Jack... even after the whole show seemed to have been forgotten?

☀️Rating: Fluffy

🌈 Part 1 | 🌈 Part 3

❤💛💙❤💛💙❤💛💙❤💛💙❤💛💙❤

Rousing from the (fainting?) episode, you groggily recalled what happened. Lets see... You went to a threft store, came home with a VCR tape, and then... the next thing you knew, you woke up laying on the couch. And sitting on the floor next to you was Jack (you remembered him, though) with a worried look on his face. How did he even get here...?

"Hey, are you okay, y/n? You had me worried there for a minute." He gave you a relieved smile.

You blinked in confusion. "You're... still here... It wasn't a dream? Ha, so it wasn't no fever dream!" You then sat up as you exclaimed. "I knew it!"

"What? What is it?" He was still looking concerned about you as he wondered what you were talking about.

"You... The SunnyTime Crew Show... it was all real. I knew I wasn't crazy."

He blinked in confusion, but didn't say anything to upset you. That was the last thing he wanted to do. "Who said you were crazy?"

"People on the internet, those I come in contact with. They kept telling me there was no such thing.. but I knew I couldn't have made all of that part of my childhood up."

"Hm? What's an internet?"

Oh, right. The internet wasn't widely used till the late 90s. You explained what the internet was and how much everything has changed since then. You then started talking to him, catching him up on things. For the entire moment, you felt like you were catching up with a best friend. Your eyes softened as you looked away from him, feelings and memories of Ian coming to mind.

Jack noticed the change in you. "Hey, is everything okay? You look so sad."

You turned to look back at him. "Oh, I'm just... thinking about someone."

"And do they always make you feel that way?"

"Sometimes."

"Do you... want to talk about it?" His dark yet soft eyes looked at you with such care. Your heart sped up with a pleasant feeling as the look he gave you was one you had seen multiple times in the show, one of kindness and caring. "I'm here for you, Sunshine. You know that, right? I care about you, and I only want you to be happy."

"Sunshine? You've never used to say that."

"Well, uhm, it's... a special nickname. And... you're a very special friend to me." A tint of pink colored his cheeks. Then he placed his hand on your shoulder. "If that's alright by you, I mean..."

You didn't mind that nickname. If anyone else called you that, or any other name related to the cute kind, you would've been like a grumpy bear. But because it was Jack, you didn't mind at all. "That's fine by me."

"Great." He smiled brightly, a huge grin on his face. The way he acted would remind you of a puppy. "Oh, by the way... I've got a question that I wanted to ask you."

"Ask away."

"How... how do you know who I am? I didn't introduce myself to you. Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered that you know who I am." He gave a chuckle. "I'm just curious." He folded his arms on the edge of the couch near you and rested his chin on them, seeming to watch you.

"I... just knew." You shrugged. "You've always caught my attention... and, maybe, because I felt kinda connected to you." How could you give a definitive answer when you were just as confused as he was?

"Hm, okay. I'll take your word for it, Sunshine." He smiled at you, and you couldn't help but to smile back. His whole being was infectious, just being around him would make you feel happy and warm inside. "So, what do you wanna do?"

Question was... Where to start?

I think I'll write one more part to this and end this story. Maybe when the full game is released, and with more research on the lore, I will rewrite this story. Enjoy SDJ fandom~☁️🌈☀️

[liamthemailman]

♠️♥️House of Cards♣️♦️

Act One Part Two - So What?

CW: Violence, injury

“Captain-” Ace repeats himself again but is immediately silenced with a single look from Queen.

“Don’t bother nagging me about morals,” Queen snapped, the silence that followed after felt uncomfortably eerie. “You know how it goes. It’s all for the sake of the mission.”

This left an undesirable aftertaste on Ace’s tongue. He couldn’t sit back any longer to watch as Queen endangered innocent lives ‘for the sake of the mission’. Ace continued to listen to Queen as she lectured him on mission priorities, a talk that had been gone over far too many times, but this was different.

“What if you shot a civilian?” Ace questioned. This made Queen pause. She fully turns to him, finally facing him. Her eyes shot daggers at Ace in the dark and her lip curled downward in frustration. “That could have gone wrong with just a shift of the wind!” Ace adds.

“Yes, and?”

Yes, and? Yes, and? Yes… and? Ace replayed Queen’s answer in his head multiple times. It was weirdly worded. Was Queen looking for Ace to answer her, or was it that she was that nonchalant about the lives of others? Ace has had his doubts about Queen’s ethics but never had he seen such disregard at this scale.

“And? We’re supposed to be protecting the civilians, are we not? Isn’t the whole deal based on defending those that need it?” Ace argues, taking a step forward. He could feel his blood start to boil.

“Going soft, are you, Lieutenant?” Queen sneered, amused at how quick Ace was to anger. Her eyes look downward towards him. It’s always the small dogs that bark the loudest. “We were tasked to eliminate a dangerous person, and that's what we'll do. Anyone in the way of our mission objective is just an obstruction to be removed.”

Ace was speechless. There wasn’t anything he had ever heard that’s as selfish as the words coming from Queen. He could feel his chest tighten but he continued to hold his tongue. This wasn’t worth getting angry over, Ace tells himself.

“Not to mention your attempt at undermining my order to Jack. Don’t think I don’t notice how chummy the two of you have grown with each other.” Queen scoffs, disdain in her voice at the thought as if it offended her. There was a bite to her words, clearly made out to hurt Ace. “Your influence has her confused, as if he’s not dull enough already.”

“Hey-” Ace snapped. He could feel a vein pop on his forehead from how he was ready to burst with anger at any moment. “They’re under no obligation to follow in your exact footsteps.”

Queen laughs at this, a shrill shriek that raises the hairs on the back of Ace’s neck. He shook this feeling away, not letting Queen disrespect Jack. While Ace wasn’t Jack’s assigned mentor, Queen’s methods were questionable from what he’d heard from the Private. Ace opened his mouth to speak again but Queen beat him to it.

“Now he’s running around with rope, playing cowboy and playing with fire.” Queen sighs, exasperated just thinking about Jack’s antics. In her eyes, the Private needed to be ironed out. It’s a wonder how they even passed selection. Queen mentions this, waving her hand dismissively as she complains. “It’s horrible to my image, really.”

That hit Ace like a punch to the gut. Queen was clearly out of line with the bullshit she was spouting out her mouth. Ace takes another step forward and, before he could stop himself, grabs Queen by the collar of her jacket, driving her back into the wall. 

“Is that all you care about? Your image? Whatever’s in the way of your target?” Ace seethed, staring daggers at Queen. “How shameless of you-”

A struggle breaks out as Queen shoves Ace, who stumbles backwards. He regains his footing and dodges as Queen reaches to grab at him but fails to avoid her sweep, sending him to the ground, dragging her down with him.

A hand yanks painfully in Ace’s hair, a breathless Queen leers down at him. “I’m still in disbelief. What did the Major even see in you all those years ago..?” Queen taunts, her lips curled upwards in a sick smile.

Ace throws Queen off of him, quickly taking her place over him as she hits the ground. He presses a blade to Queen’s throat, pinning her down to the ground. However, this did little to stop her ridiculing.

“Looks like you still have that Mad Dog in you,” Queen jabs at Ace, panting as she catches her breath. He feels another chill as she brings up his past. “Violent, reckless and unstable. You try so hard to be nice but you still struggle to keep your little façade up.”

Ace grits his teeth, unable to form words in his cloud of rage, only grunting in response, the cold sharp knife pressed firmly to Queen’s neck, the edge digging slightly into the flesh. “Quiet-” He hissed, but Queen cut him off as she screamed bloody murder out of nowhere.

Loud thumps break Ace’s focus as they rush closer and closer. Before he could react, he felt rough nylon wrap around his neck. Next thing Ace knew, he felt burning. Both on the skin of his neck and in his lungs as he struggled for breath. His body is forced to bend backwards as his assailant puts a rough boot to his back. Ace lets out a choked gurgle, managing to reach back to cut at the rope around his neck.

Rushing to his feet, Ace turns around as he sputters to fill his lungs with air, hand clutching at his neck, the skin still aching with a burn. His head pounded as the blood started to return into his brain. His eyes refocused and he faced Jack, who was staring wide eyed at her lieutenant as they realised what she had done. A scowl twists Ace’s face as he gasps for air, standing hunched over, noose still hanging from his neck, the skin blooming with a new scar that stretches around his neck.

“What in the bloody hell’s wrong with you?!” Ace barked at Jack who visibly flinched at the tone of his voice. However, Ace would find that Jack was no longer looking at him, but at what was behind him. 

Quicksaving...

[hpalways]

A Game of Tag

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Character(s): Jack Howl x GN!Reader

Quick Summary: Jack’s siblings came to visit, and you were shown yet another side to him, reinforcing your belief that his compassion expanded beyond bounds. 

A/N: I literally love his character so much hahaha. He also gives off major tsundere vibes but in the best way possible. But yeah, I was confused why I liked him so much and then I see he’s a libra and it makes sense now (jk haha)

BACK then, Jack Howl used to scare you a little.

Now? Not so much.

You were beginning to know him a bit too well. There were cracks and crevices that shown past through his initial persona to reveal a deeper character, with dreams, passions, goals, and experiences. He had many different dimensions, but he always stayed consistent to himself. Which you thought was admirable. And when you finally earned his respect, you were continued to be shown so many diverse sides of him.

Like today, for instance. His siblings had come on campus to visit him today. A younger brother and sister, with vague features similar to Jack's. You had come out to the field to see him entertaining his siblings and stayed to watch for a while.

For once, he had worn such a carefree smile.

It nearly took your breath away from how usual it was. But it was also stunning. His sharp pearls glistened underneath the sun, while the curves of his cheeks turned upward in delight. His usual messy, silver hair was even more tousled from all the running, but the corners of his ears were upright to display his affection. A strange combination with the brute strength he contained, rippling muscles and big form. And yet, somehow it worked. All these qualities of his made him Jack Howl. When it came to the ones he cared about, he did it to the fullest.

Golden eyes flew over to meet yours. "Come join us, [Y/N]."

"I'm good," you said, hands up in surrender. "I don't have that kind of stamina. You're a beast."

Despite your protests, he called a time out to his siblings and allowed them to explore on their own. Then he ran up to you, a glare suddenly fixated upon your presence. "What did I tell ya? You needa start workin' out."

"Okay, coach," you responded, rolling your eyes. He growled under his breath and you grinned. "Stop whining so much. I saw you how happy you were."

He widened his eyes and looked away, annoyed that you caught him. "I was not."

You reached out an arm and with the help from the bleachers, you were tall enough to touch his hair. It was soft and furry, the feeling of it comforting beneath your palm. Before he could do anything about it, you gave it a good ruffle. His reaction was everything. Shocked and embarrassed, his cheeks reddened as he pulled away. But like you said, you knew him too well. He liked it. He liked it, a lot, as a matter of fact.

"You're gettin' too comfortable." However, that was all he said, which you took it as a good sign.

"Tell me about your brother and sister," you said, ignoring his statement.

"They like sports."

You made a face. "Is that it? They're exactly like you."

He nodded. "I just know we'll have a good time together. It's nice watchin' them grow up."

"You must be a proud brother," you added, a smug smile weaving along your lips.

He stared at you for a moment, not saying anything as if in deep thought. The softening of his features clearly expressed more than words ever could. It was a look... a tinge of slight nostalgia mixed with bittersweetness on top of swelling pride. How cute. It was always thrilling to learn more about Jack, especially since he kept it himself most of the time. But you knew actions speak louder than words. His actions were always prominent and special, played out in utmost care.

The sun was killing you. You didn't understand how Jack could stand it when he had been out for hours already. No wonder he was so tan.

"I'm going back," you told him.

"You're joinin' us for one round of tag first."

"What?!"

In the end, you could not get out of your predicament. It didn't take long until the two kids returned, fired up with passion. Jack was not wrong at all. They were indeed really into sports. It was evil of him to involve you like this.

The game of tag started, with Jack's brother being it. As he counted up to twenty, you ran with your poor legs as fast as you could, panting heavily from your obvious lack of stamina. If this wasn't hell, you didn't know what was.

It didn't take long before the rascal caught up with you, chasing at your tail. Yelling in fright for your incoming doom, you ran like your life was ending. Alas, it didn't make much of a difference. The little guy pounced on you and you were tackled to the ground.

Laying there as he ran off, you stayed there for a moment, chest rising up and down.

A shadow loomed across your face, blocking the sun and bringing about cooling relief. "You quittin' already?" It was Jack, thoroughly amused by your nearing deathbed.

"You!" you quipped, sitting upward. You started chasing him down, your eyes stuck to your destination. And as you cornered him like a predator latching on its prey, you began to realize that your thoughts applied everywhere. Your eyes were always on him, on his familiar biker's jacket and spiky hair. There were so many charms that came along with him, and those charms continued to attract your attention. "I gotchu now, you loser."

You spoke too soon. As you dived towards him, he dodged to the right and sped off into the distance, his skills shining through.

The game ended with you as the tagger, to no one's surprise.

Sweat riddened and exhausted, you slumped into a ball.

Jack's familiar form appeared once more. "You did good, [Y/N]." And though you struggled the entire game, he was genuine in his compliment.

With his back turned on you, he leaned forward to show that he was willing to give you a piggyback ride back to the dorms. Classic Jack. 

[murderenjoyer]

I was supposed to be going to bed but I suddenly remembered my old hs best friend so I decided to search her online instead. Found a site that lists an email for her so, hoping against hope she still uses it, I sent her an email that I can only hope doesn't come off as unhinged and insane.

She makes me a little insane. Always has. She was the first girl I ever loved. The first girl I actively obsessed over. The first girl I felt strongly enough about to stalk. I kept locks of her hair in a plastic baggy in my backpack. I followed her home so tactfully and discreetly.

Typically I can't remember jack shit anything but I can remember her face clear as day. I can hear her voice in my ears. I can taste her on my tongue. I can smell her scent if I close my eyes and focus. When I finally stepped out of the background and made contact, oh, oh, she was so shy. She was so awkward. She was so sweet. When we started hanging out I felt like I was in heaven. She willingly chose to hang out with me! Me of all people! This angel. This perfect lovely girl that never talked to anyone, chose me.

When I made her laugh - so subdued, so quiet, so demure, she would cover her lips with her lovely, thin-fingered hand and try downplay her joy. My heart swelled. It made me feel so warm when I made her laugh, laugh so hard she forgot to perform that demure act and she would bend over at the waist and cackle because of something I said. I made her feel like that! I gave her that elation! I managed to give her a short moment of authentic and unrestrained joy. God. God. Once she spat out her water. I'll never forget it. I was so proud. I was so pleased. The memory of her pale cheeks dusted with blush as she struggled to breathe past the giggles is crystal clear in my mind.

And when we were sitting at the food quart eating Panda Express and I confessed to her how I felt. I told her I used to follow her. The depths of my feelings gushed unrestrained from my mouth. About the pictures on my phone. About that special rock from her driveway that I kept safely in the little shrine in my closet at home. About the notebook I kept, the notebook dedicated solely to her, chronicaling her comings and goings in school, her lunches, days missed, drink brands enjoyed, classes skipped, anything and everything even vaguely interesting she did (everything she did was interesting). When I told her everything she blushed and said she was flattered.

I can feel it, the butterflies I felt then, in my stomach right now as I type this. The blush on her cheeks. The way she was so confused as to how I managed to obtain her hair without her noticing. How she nodded and said she was flattered.

We spent every day together. We planned elaborate art performances we wanted to do. We did weird diets together. We shoplifted together. We skipped school together. We got drunk together. We got high together. Everything. Everything, together. What a perfect heaven.

And when we started Job Corps together I asked her out. I asked her to be my girlfriend. I'd never dated a girl before. I'd experimented with girls, fucked girls, but never dated one. And I asked her out and she said yes. I was over the moon! We were so awkward. We didn't know what the hell we were doing. We didn't know how to transition from "friends" to "lovers" so essentially nothing changed. Sometimes I would hold her hand. So soft and cool to the touch. Sometimes I would kiss her. Her mouth was the sweetest I've ever tasted before or since.

And then my memory falters. How did we drift apart? Unknown. Did we fight? Or did I just move away? I don't know. I wish I knew.

Ohh Julie, ohh Julie, please respond. Please please please respond. I miss you so much. I still think about you after all this time. I wonder where you are, what you're doing. I wonder if you're happy. I hope you're happy. God, I hope you're so happy you could die.

[whoficky]

Until Morning

Rating: T

Pairing: 10th Doctor X Rose Tyler

Work Summary: As a weary Doctor, Martha Jones and Jack Harkness prepare to take on the Master, they find their hideout isn't as secure as they thought.

In a burst of blue light, a dimension hopping Rose Tyler finally finds the Doctor, but time is still not on their side.

What if you only had one night to spend with the love of your life?

Chapter summary: The reunion.

Chapter 2

As soon as Rose heard the Doctor’s voice, she felt as if this weight, this terrible weight she had been carrying in her gut for years, dissolved into butterflies.  She whirled around, and…yes, it was him!  Oh god, it was finally, really him!  Not a grainy image on the dimension cannon’s screen or the sound of the TARDIS dematerializing after she’d arrived just a minute too late.  After years of work and months of jumping through realities, she was finally in the same place, in the same room as the Doctor.  

In the second it took him to notice her, she drank in the sight of him - brown jacket damp and rumpled, wet hair plastered to his face, and as gorgeous as ever.  Then he looked up and their eyes met.  She couldn’t help but laugh from joy, from relief, from the way his mouth gaped open in astonishment as he stared at her, transfixed.  

Heart beating madly, she ran towards him.  

But before she covered even half the distance, something changed in the Doctor that made her slow and then halt her steps.  He went rigid, and the the soft look of wonder on his face changed into harsh lines of anger.  It happened so quickly and he transformed so completely that she felt almost dizzy.    

“What are you?” he said in a flat voice.  It was his ‘no second chances’ voice.  The voice that showed his nine hundred years and all the terrible burdens he’d collected in that very long life.

“Doctor?” she asked shakily, a hundred questions in the two syllables of his name.  

“I said,” he drew his sonic screwdriver out of his jacket pocket and pointed it at her like he meant to use it as a weapon.  ”What. Are. You?” He took several aggressive steps towards her.  “How did you get past the barrier?”  

Rose turned to look at Jack, eyes begging him for some explanation.  When she saw only concern and confusion on her friend’s face, she turned back to the Doctor, “Doctor, ’s me.  It’s Rose…” Her voice broke as she struggled to comprehend why this was all going so wrong.  Of all the ways she’d imagined their reunion, him staring at her with such rage in his eyes was never a scenario that had occurred to her.  

She’d always known that maybe he’d never love her like she loved him.  That would make sense with their vastly different abilities and lifespans.  He’d had his chance to tell her on Bad Wolf Bay and had held back.  Could a Time Lord really lose track of time like that?  She’d contemplated this question endlessly in the years since, examining and reexamining their relationship until it drove her mad.  

But even if he wasn’t in love with her, she had thought that he was at least fond of her.  The Stuff of Legend.  Shiver and Shake.  Best mates.  She had even gotten her hopes up a little when Martha had said he’d spoken about Rose often.  But then again, Martha hadn’t said he’s spoken favorably about her.  And Martha was…blimey probably one of the most beautiful people she’d ever met in real life.  Maybe the Doctor wasn’t thrilled with the idea of Rose coming back and complicating things for him and his new companion?    

But the fury with which he faced Rose now couldn’t be accounted for by the fact that she was simply an inconvenience.  An emotion that strong had to originate from something much deeper.   It wasn’t just that he was angry at her presence, he was hurt by it.  Which…didn’t make any sense at all.  

“No.  You aren’t.” he sneered, “It would be utterly impossible for Rose Tyler to be here.  You’re one of the Master’s, right?  How did you find us?  How did you bypass the perimeter?  WHY ARE YOU WEARING HER FACE?!” the Doctor roared the last question, his voice cruel and demanding and nothing like the man she remembered.

She was brought up short by his thunder for a moment before his words fully sunk in. 

 Oh.  Oh!  Rose couldn’t help the breath of relief she puffed out, nor the smile that tugged at her lips.  So he wasn’t angry at her, after all.  He just thought she was some kind of imposter.  Because even as she stood before him, that daft alien still thought her coming back was impossible.  

At least this was something she could easily set to rights.  When he’d regenerated, he’d been able to prove to her he was still the same man.  Now it was her turn to do the same for him. 

“Doctor,” she grinned as she shook her head in bemusement, “It’s me, honest.  Let me prove it, yeah?”

The Doctor’s impassive face didn’t so much as twitch, but she pushed on, taking slow steps towards him as she spoke.

“When I first met you, you blew up the shop I worked at.  You saved me from killer shop dummies, from…from so much more than that, really.  You grabbed my hand and showed me a new mad and wonderful way of living.  And in that basement, you said one word.  Just one word.  You said ‘run.’  And off we went!  Never really stopped, did we?”  Now only a few feet away, Rose halted, allowing a clearly spooked Doctor the chance to make the last steps himself, if he wanted.

“Rose?” he asked, slowly lowering and pocketing his sonic screwdriver.  

“Yeah, been tryin’ to tell ya…mph!” whatever she was going to say was cut off as the Doctor leapt forward and crushed her to his chest in a tight embrace that half knocked the wind out of her.  

“You’re real!” he whispered into her hair, and she could only nod into the damp wool of his coat.  “You’re real,” he said again, “You’re real.  You’re real.  You’re real!  You’re here!  Oh Rose Tyler, you brilliant, brilliant woman!  You’re real and you’re here and -” with that he used their embrace to lift her into the air in a series of dizzying twirls.

Rose giggled, then laughed.  She laughed until she couldn't anymore because the Doctor was snogging the life out of her.  And oh god, it was better than she’d ever imagined.  The fatigue of traveling and the mildewy warehouse faded away as her whole brain was taken up with the smell and taste and feel of him.  His lips were hard on hers, their kisses uncoordinated in their enthusiasm, but she reveled in the feeling, pulling him closer by the lapels of his suit.  One hand drifted up to first cup his cheek, then run through his thick hair.  She felt the rumble of an inaudible groan through his chest, and thought she just might float away from pure joy.  When she broke the kiss to catch her breath, he only held her tighter and peppered kisses all over her face.  She was laughing and crying, and god she was finally home.  

“Oi, what are these tears for,” he murmured as he tried to kiss them away.

“Sorry, just sorta missed ya is all,” she said breathlessly.  

After a few more butterfly kisses to her cheeks, he nudged her nose with his and asked, “How in Rassilon’s name did you manage it, Rose Tyler?  I believe I told you crossing universes was impossible.”

“Yeah, well turns out, not so much,” Rose said, unwinding her fingers from his hair and letting her hands fall to cover each of his hearts.  She gave him one more peck on the lips and then eased back so she could see more of his face.  There was no way she could sound at all intelligible if his lips had remained in such close proximity to hers.  

“We made this thing, this dimension cannon…” She trailed off at the sudden thought that she should kiss each one of his freckles.  Apparently coherent speech was still not quite in her grasp.

“So…?” he prompted, giving her hips a little squeeze that sent a pleasant shiver through her.

Rose blinked then giggled, “So I could get back.”  At the smug look on his face she just laughed harder and whacked him in the chest, “Shut up!”

“That could be arranged…” he whispered as he bent down to recapture her lips.  His hands swept up her back, drawing her closer as his lips parted against hers.  Needing no more of an invitation, Rose deepened the kiss, her breath hitching when his tongue first brushed against hers.  The part of her that couldn’t believe this was happening faded and then vanished as he continued to fill up her senses with his very real presence.

“Uh guys,” Jack said bringing her back down to Earth an indeterminate amount of time later. Rose realized she’d completely forgotten the room’s other occupants.  She buried her face into the Doctor’s chest in embarrassment for a moment before turning back towards Jack and Martha.  

“Er…sorry,” she said trying not to let her utter joy escape in a continuous fit of breathless giggles.

“No you aren’t,” Jack smirked.

“Yeah, not even a little,” she agreed as she laced her fingers with the Doctor’s and beamed up at him. 

“C’ mon,” she said tugging at his hand, “I was in the middle of meeting Martha when you barged in.”

She started over towards the other woman, but her arm pulled taught when the Doctor stayed rooted to the spot.  She turned back towards him with a playful remark on her lips, but was brought up short when she saw the look on his face.  It was frighteningly similar to how he’d looked the last time she’d seen him - when he’d burned up a sun to say goodbye.      

“What?” she asked, stepping back towards him, a chill interrupting the pleasant glow that had been thrumming through her, “What is it?  What’s wrong?”

The Doctor closed his eyes for a moment before he broke her heart all over again.  

“You…you have to go back,” he said softly, sounding so empty it made her stomach clench.

“Back?  What do you mean, back?” Rose asked, worried she knew exactly what he meant.

“To Pete’s world,” he confirmed. 

 Then, so quickly she could barely follow the movement, he dropped her hand to clutch at her upper arms in a desperate grip, “You can go back, can’t you?  You can Rose, please tell me you can!”  He’d gone from distraught to terrified and Rose found herself dizzy in the changing tides of his rapidly cycling emotions.

“I could…” she said slowly. 

 Rose flinched when he ducked his head and let out an audible sigh of relief, “But Doctor, I didn’t come all this way just to -”

“You have to!” the Doctor interrupted, almost frantic, his usual Time Lord restraint dissolved. “Rose you have to!  Right now!  Soon as you can!”

She shrugged out of his grip, and he let her go.  That was the whole bloody problem though, wasn’t it?  He was always talking himself into letting her go.  Forcing her to go.

 “No,” she said firmly.  Calmly.  “You don’t get to do that to me.  You don’t get to -”  

“There isn’t time to explain,” he interrupted,  “Just…it’s not safe Rose!  It’s not safe for you here!  You have to go.  You have to go now!”

“Easy Doc,” Jack said, walking up to the distressed Time Lord and putting a hand on his shoulder, “You’ve got a point,” he said, glancing warily at Rose, “But it doesn’t have to be right this second.  Not before you explain what’s going on.  She deserves that much.  We have the perimeter secured.  He’s not getting in here anytime soon.”

“Can’t make a jump for a few hours anyway,” Rose said with a sad little shrug, “This is my third one today.  Cannon has to charge back up before I can use it again.”

The Doctor ran a hand through is hair and cursed in some language that didn’t translate.  After taking a deep breath, he stepped back toward Rose and took both of her hands in his.  

“I’m sorry,” he said rubbing the back of her hands with his thumbs  “I’m so sorry, but you have to leave -”

“No, Doctor I -” he held up a hand and she bit her lip to keep the rest of her denial in.

“Rose listen, you have to go back.  You have to.  It’s just about the last thing in all the universes I want, I promise.  I’d give anything to keep you with me...”

“Then why can’t I stay?” Rose hated the tears in her voice, the pleading note she knew hadn’t been there a moment ago.  The Doctor pulled her back into his arms and she let him hold her as she tried to makes sense out of any of this.  

“Because he’d kill you,” he whispered, lips brushing her forehead, “Kill you, or worse.”

Something about the way he said it, the certainty with which he spoke made her shiver. 

“I can’t let him do that,” he said softly, “Rose, you’re the one thing…” he let out a shaky breath, “I need you safe.”

She pulled away from him once again, anger winning over the other emotions swirling within her, “God, Doctor, not this again! How many times are you going to try sending me away before you realize that’s not what I want?  It will never be what I want!  When are you going to realize that I get a say in this too?”

“Maybe, before…there were times I should have…” he broke off with a groan of frustration.   “This time is different,” he finished with resolve.

“It always is, Doctor,” she said tiredly, “And we always get through it together.  Shiver and Shake, yeah?”  That got her a sad smile from him.  

“Rose I…” he ran a hand through his damp hair, making it stick up in wild spikes, “Let me explain.  Just, at least let me explain.”

“Don’t see how I could make an informed decision if you didn’t,” she joked weakly.

“Thank you,” he kissed her on the forehead and then he eased back to look down at her.  His eyes scanned her face and her heart clenched when she realized he was drinking her in, already starting to say goodbye.  He looked so…tired - every one of his nine hundred years.  

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

"Hey, kid!" A human security staff yelled at Val. "you can't be here!"

Quaritch looked up from the hologram computer screen to see his middle child, Val walk in.

"then why is he here?" Val pointed at Miles.

The Colonel smiled and waved the security guard off.

"what's up, Val?" Quaritch grinned.

"are you and Mummy getting a divorce?"

The entire staff quieted and looked at Quaritch. The Navi man was stunned. This shit was not what he was expecting. The question also made him mad on the inside.

He ordered everyone to leave the room only Miles stayed.

The colonel's mood soured dramatically. He was happy because of the make up sex last night with you and how you admitted your love for him. He felt invincible. Now, he felt like he was on fire.

Miles was smiling. "You two really are?"

Quaritch glared at Miles. "you want us to divorce?" He hissed. Miles sounded happy. Val and Isabella Maria seemed to love their father. Miles was stubborn. That hurt Quaritch's feelings to be honest. His first born hates him.

Quaritch turned to Val. "I would never dream of separating from your mother. I love her so damn much." He forced a smile.

Val looked confused. That made the Colonel confused right back. The fuck is going on?

Did the Colonel miss something? Where did this question come from?

"I heard you and mom arguing loud last night."

Quaritch raised a brow. You and him never argued. You one time raised your voice. When he yelled back. You submitted. Was that counted as an argument?

You didn't want your sons to train to kill. That was all.

"no we didnt." Quaritch remembered making love to you for the first time than fucking. He felt soft after you telling him you love him.

"I heard you screaming. You even punched the wall many times."

Quaritch then caught on... Oh, shit. He felt his cheeks hot.

If Val heard it then so did the other staff around his room with you.

"I heard it too. Scared the shit out of me." Miles nodded.

"no. No." The Colonel shook his head. "Those were happy screams..." He awkwardly explained.

Fuck. His kids were too young for the talk.

Quaritch always loses control when it came to you. Damn you. You made him careless. You and your beauty. And those sweet moans and your wet cunt.

Ain't this a bitch?

"they didn't sound happy." Val shook his head. "You even said the f word."

Did he? Quaritch's brows furrowed together in confusion. Everything happened so quick. He almost got his throat slit, you then sat on top of him with his knife, you said your love for him, he touched your long hair and then flipped you over to kiss and then shit went messy.

Next thing he knew. He was so fucking tired. That he went to sleep like he got knocked out in a boxing match.

"I don't recall saying that." Quaritch ran his fingers through Val's blonde hair.

"Oh my fucking God."

The Colonel chuckled and heard Miles laugh. Kids. Boys will be boys.

"here." He gave Val a key. "Give this to Jack so he can take you for a helicopter ride. Take Miles and Isa too."

"yes!" Val took the key without saying thank you. He and Miles ran out of the room.

The Colonel chuckled again and shook his head. He has to be careful from now on. In the old days, his room was far away from others.

And he has kids now.

He used his ear piece to call the staff back.

Then Quaritch went back to work.

He couldn't wait to tell you about his day when you call the family for dinner.

He wondered what will you cook today.

This is a one shot skit. Imagine this scene before Miles is away with Jake. And your twins are just born. And remember, Val looks like macauly kulkin. Hehe

[anabdaniels]

Cowboytober Day 16- Fingering

Paring: Agent Whiskey x AFAB!Reader

Word counting: 800

Rating: 18+

Warning: Outside sex, squirt.

Masterlist

Moving to the countryside when you got married to Jack was possibly one of the best choices you've ever made, living on the ranch was even more relaxing than you thought it would be, not to mention the little late-night tours you and Jack used to do a lot.

That was one of those nights. Neither of you could sleep, then decided to get out of bed, and get on the Bronco, talking about a lot of random things while Jack drove to nowhere.

Once at the glade next to the river, you two settled on the back of the Bronco close to each other, more exactly, you sat on Jack's lap and rested your back on his chest, enjoying the fresh air of that spring night.

"I wonder if we'll make it to the summer without ending up falling asleep outside." You said while looking at the starry sky.

"Considering our history, I'm sure we'll not." He answered while leaning his hands on your thighs and caressing them, looking in the same direction as you.

"Daniels." You complained in a soft voice, making Jack raise an eyebrow and look at you.

"What's the matter, sugar?" He asked confused.

"We're under this night sky on a really enjoyable night and you really think you can grab my thighs without turning me the hell on?" You didn't beat around the bush to tell him the truth, making him chuckle and grop your thighs.

"Am I that irresistible to you, my love?" He teased on that cocky tone and kissed the curve of your neck.

"You know damn well you are." You sighed and turned on his lap, mounting on his thighs, now facing him.

“Let’s face the fact that your decision to come here in this nightgown ain’t helping.” Jack said with his eyes glued on your cleavage.

“This coming from the man that thought would be of good tone to get out of home in grey sweatpants with no underwear.” You said raising one eyebrow, caressing his shoulders.

“There’s a reason why we got married.” Jack chuckled and kissed you, grabbing your waist with both hands and making you relax on his lap. You sighed as his hands moved on your body, resting back on your thighs and moving to the inner part of them.

Pulling his hair, you let out a moan when his fingers reached your core, circling your entrance and moving up to your clit, caressing it slowly, making you contort slightly and pull his hair harder. His other hand caressed your thigh and moved up to your belly, massaging it gently.

The most you were enjoying kissing him, your breath was getting harder to catch, so you had to break the kiss and lay your head on his shoulder while feeling his touch between your legs. You couldn’t hold a loud whimper when he moved two fingers inside you, keeping his thumb on the task of rubbing your clit.

Pleased about how messed up you were starting to get, Jack observed you, still caressing your belly and kissing your shoulder while his fingers worked on you. Safe to say that Jack’s practicableness to make you lose your rational thought just using his fingers was something else, even that you’d prefer to die without knowing how he had learned such a thing.

Somehow you were managing to keep your self-control, Jack noticed that and decided to difficult things for you, moving his fingers faster, curling the two that were inside you so precisely that your hips involuntarily moved against his hand while you moaned loudly. He kept his face on the curve of your neck, kissing and nibbling it while caressing your lower stomach, making you squirm a lot on his lap, feeling your body sinking in on the pleasure.

Jack’s continuous rhythm was working amazingly, pushing you to your climax so easily as when you were the one touching yourself. Your hands squeezed his shoulders at the same time you clenched around his fingers, feeling your rationality fading away. You leaned your head back, moaning louder once more as your hips involuntary movements got faster, then finally you felt the release taking over your body, aware that you had made a mess on Jack’s sweatpants. When you couldn’t handle it anymore, you collapsed on his lap with an irregular breath, feeling your body pulsing around his fingers, sighing softly when he pulled them out of you carefully. He kissed the top of your head while caressing your back as you recovered from the moment.

“We should go back home.” You said quietly after a moment.

“Why, honeybee?” he questioned with a smirk, imagining your answer.

“I just realized what we could do to entertain ourselves ‘till we fall asleep.”  

Cowboytober Masterlist

A/N: Following GIF contains the honest thoughts on my mind while writing this.

[sugarrspice]

You KNOW I gotta go for "summoning gone wrong" with Antiaverage! How could I not? :)c -A

Pfft, what a wonderful way to start off the Halloween bash!

The first thing that Anti hears is, somewhat fittingly, oh hell. His balance is still off, his senses compressed down to a fine point of white noise, but even from here, he can smell fear thick as blood, as the rot that's made itself at home in his bones.

That'd be the little sheep's second mistake.

Without ever opening his eyes, he reaches, rooting himself in the rabbit-quick heartbeat that echoes around them. Flickering sparks of warm umber and gold play around the edges of the blackness of his vision, and for a moment, just a moment, Anti is trapped in the cooling warmth of a dying body, Jackwenttumblingdown, before he rips himself free with a snarl, wheeling to find the fool that thought they could bind him.

They're in... a lot. A chain of abandoned storefronts stretches out to either side of them; he can hear the thunder of cars tearing down a highway beyond their sight. Across the strip of concrete, a man crouches, blue eyes wide with terror; he's white-knuckling onto a mirror, and Anti briefly traces the straining tendons under his skin, considers how slowly he wants to choke him with them. Chase, the fall coolth whispers in his ears, and oh, poor fool, hadn't even bothered to hide his name. Soot stains the ends of his fingers, and the cloying smell of honey and belladonna reaches him, next, and Anti allows this knowledge to pull his lips into a smile, brilliant and cruel.

There's no circle to restrain his movement. He lazily steps forward, watches with glee as the man scrambles to his feet to put an equal distance between them.

Maybe he will have some fun, first. Jack had been no fun, had never been afraid, only had gripped his face with a cool and clinical hand, had trapped his fingers between his own to search for a pulse while Anti had rattled at the edges of the snare he'd unwittingly set.

"Congratulations," he can't help but needle, and prowls forward another step. The night has frozen around them, and the man with it; he's close enough he can make out the whites of his eyes, luminous in the chilly dark. Another step forward and he'll be able to trace their pulsing veins, watch them pop pop pop under his careful attentions, watch the blood spill like an inkstain through his sclera. "You wanted me. You got me. Do you know what you're going to do with me?"

He's no silvertongue, no orator. Anti is everything that shouldn't be; the squirming wrongness of blood seeping through their fingers, the glistening of wet muscle and the heavy, all-knowing weight of the dark. He is certainly not meant for their little world, fragile in its balance, nor for the soft hearts of men whose tongues stutter in his mere appearance. Words are meaningless; he speaks with his hands, deft with his pretty little blade. When he speaks, he tears the night from its frozen vigil, and Chase starts again, but remains rooted. Cowardice-- or bravery-- they all look the same.

And then the brave, cowardly, stupid little man opens his mouth, and says, "what the fuck do you mean, I wanted you?"

This is so profoundly not what Anti is expecting that he actually stops in his tracks, and he's not quite sure what his expression is doing, but whatever it is, it is unwelcome. He rallies, flicks clawed fingers in a dismissive gesture. Sixty four gleaming teeth glint in the dying moonlight; there's a storm coming, Anti can feel the anticipation winding tighter under his skin, and he pulls the gale in to whip at their hair, sharp ozone stinging their noses.

"Second thoughts? Vengeance is usually uglier than what you're willing to cavort with."

Chase stares some more, and now, rather than afraid, he just looks confused. Irritated, maybe, though his heart is clocking a cool one hundred and eight beats a minute.

"Vengeance is us- dude! Dude, no! I'm not- look, I'm not here to curse someone, or kill them, I just needed to talk to somebody!"

Anti stares blankly. He stares back, brow pinched; fear still tangles his words up into knots, but he's not running, not blustering for his life.

Anti should kill him for his presumption.

He wants to know more.

Chase must misinterpret his silence, and waves the hand not gripping onto his mirror, scowling. "Not you for the record, before you get all smart and spooky on me."

"Smart and spooky," Anti echoes, flatly, and digs one clawed finger into his own palm to be sure he's not fucking hallucinating. He wouldn't put it past Desmarais, the clever little sadist.

In the midst of his reality check, Chase looks at the mirror. Looks back at him, and takes a deep breath, fiddling with the filigreed edge. "Look. I don't know what you mean, called you. I'm just looking to talk to someone. If you know how to--"

This, at least, is ground that Anti is familiar with. He rolls his neck, and slips sideways into the night air, reaching for Chase's warmth, slinging himself out of the etherspace to wrap an arm around Chase's hips with a leer.

"If I know how to," he mocks, and nestles his chin right on Chase's shoulders. A parody of a loving embrace, it puts his teeth right besides Chase's neck, and they both know it. "Maybe I do, who's to say?"

What are you willing to pay, they both hear, and Chase takes in one deep, steeling breath.

Then he tips his neck sideways, baring the full pale stretch to Anti, and Anti raises both eyebrows at the offer made. A life for a life is more binding a contract than even Desmarais will bother with.

No, he's curious, now.

"Cute," he muses, aloud, and folds himself neatly into Chase's shadow, shakes himself out of the slender shadows across the shingled roof above Chase. He slings one leg over another, the very image of ease. "Well, Chase. Don't keep a man waiting; erstwhile lover? Child, parent?"

Chase meets his eyes, mouth pressed into a firm line, and says, quietly, "friend."

Anti revises, yet again, his initial impression, from idiocy, to intrigue, back firmly into the realm of foolishness.

A life is a life, he tells himself, yet again, and he leans forward, and says, "tell me more." A life is a life, and he stays.

[goth1clee]

Jack harkness x male reader

Y/n works at Torchwood and has for over 6 months now. You are pretty shy but a brilliant worker, of whom Jack admired (but unknown to you). He wants to get to know you better, but he needs to find a way to break down your hard shell. However it doesn’t take him long to find out how.

Tw: tickles, slight mention of Jack staring at your 🍑 (I mean, it’s not inaccurate)

It was quiet in h.q.. Everyone had gone home, but you were in no rush. It was just you and Jack; he was somewhere else within the building, but it was probably for the best. It was hard to look him in the eye; to have a conversation with him, let alone to be stuck alone with him. He filled your stomach with butterflies. His smile made you feel as if you were going to melt. Even the thought of Captain Jack Harkness caused your cheeks (and ears) to go bright red. As you saw your flushed expression in the reflection of the blank computer screen, you snapped back to reality. You turned the computer back on and continued to work on the current status report you had been asked to write up. It wasn’t due until a much later date, but working was the only thing that kept you from returning to your apartment alone; it was depressing but true.

If only it was not just empty home you were returning to, but a special someone. As your mind started to drift once more, a familiar voice cut off your train of thought.

“Hey y/n it’s getting really late. You still working?”

Jack sauntered down the staircase, trying to get you to reply. You turned to face him, but struggled to keep eye contact for more than about ten seconds.

“O-oh I didn’t really notice Jack” you cursed internally at your own stutter, praying Jack wouldn’t notice; he did. Especially when you tried to play it off, however failing and knocking over the pencil pot scattering pencils everywhere. You looked apologetically towards Jack and began to pick them up off the floor. As you kneeled down to clean up the mess, Jack cast his eyes down and stared lustfully down at your behind.

“I can’t figure you out y/n, honestly.” Jack spoke in a soft, caring tone down to where you were crawling; a tone that caused your heart to jump. It never occurred to you that Jack may actually like you back, in any way although he did.

“Your so confident and experienced when it comes to work, pretty much fearless, but you get so nervous having a conversation. Your ears go red”

You stared at your shoes, unable to reply. He edged closer to your desk and hovered above you.

“Oh so you noticed that.” you mumbled sheepishly.

“Aww don’t worry, I think it’s quite cute~” he smirked as he spoke, noticing your glowing cheeks as you smiled and rose from the ground to sit back on the desk chair.

“Hey, you can tell me if there’s anything going on you know. I don’t bite. Most of the time anyway.”

You thought for a moment of what to say, wondering whether you should confess everything right there, or to just lie.

“Don’t worry Jack, nothings up, just want to finish my report is all”

Jack sighed, seeing clearly through the disguise. He could hear how you were short of breath from only a few words.

“No offence y/n but that’s such bullshit. That doesn’t need to be done till….ages. So just tell me,” he pulled a chair up and sat right beside you, trying to meet your gaze, “ is there anything you wanna tell me?”

“N-no I’m fine, honestly. Just a bit of a work-a-holic” you faked a reassuring smile, but it didn’t work.

Jack surveyed you for just a few seconds, then paced around the area, wondering how he would get you to talk. Suddenly he stopped in his tracks and turned to face you.

“You know, y/n, I’ve never heard you laugh. Properly, y’know like fully losing it laughing.”

You looked up, confused at Jack’s choice of question.

“What? Don’t be daft, I laugh all the time Jack.”You tried to change the subject so that Jack wouldn’t see your blushing face, but he continued.

“Name a time then. Enlighten me.”

You thought for a moment; it was true, you didn’t really laugh all that much, especially when Jack was there. “Owen makes me laugh….sometimes.”

“Oh please,” Jack begun, “face it y/n. You are uptight.” He made a smug face, trying to get a reaction out of you.

“I do Jack, your just not very funny.” You said this, trying to seem confident, to mask how you really felt. “Plus, my laugh is so ridiculous, it’s not human,” you tried to sound convincing, “I sound like a donkey being tortured.” You faked a laugh, hoping Jack would drop the conversation.

“Well, I do know lots on torturing people,” Jack spoke sinisterly, all the while sliding closer to your seat, “and I am also, very funny, I think you’ll find”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. You felt as if your heart was in your throat. Rising abruptly from your seat, you looked in the taller man’s direction. “Just gonna get a drink.”

You walked, almost trotting, over to the sink, mug in hand, head facing down to the ground. Jack followed, but not to your knowledge.

As you placed your cup down firmly on the table and fetched a tea bag from the tin, you felt a pair of arms squeeze at your ribs. You yelped and fell back into the counter, trying not to laugh. As you shifted your eyes to look in front of where you were standing, Jack strode over, blocking any chance of exiting the situation.

“Y/n, never known you for the sensitive type. Thought you meant business,”he teased, poking your tummy playfully.

“Juhust startled me is all,” you replied swiftly, but Jack cornered you.

“Oh no, we’re not done pretty boy, I gotta hear more.”

You blinked. Was this really happening? Was Jack gonna actually do this? It was both exciting and gut wrenchingly scary. Hell, you’ve faced aliens, weevils, it you were more scared of Jack Harkness’ wiggling fingers.

You made a run for it, however the captain gave chase, teasing you as you ran up the stairs to his office.

“Running isn’t gonna do anything y/n, I’m gonna get you eventually, and when I do I’ll tickle you to pieces!”

He wondered why you were running straight into his office. He could corner you much more easily there. The it dawned on him. His smile broadened at the thought.

As you ran into his office, giggling, already feeling his hands on your sides, he slammed the door and scooped your body into his arms as though you were weightless.

“Jack…” you tried to stop him but you were to busy trying to stop yourself from chuckling.

“Oh my god this is so sweet. The stoic y/n reduced to this. I haven’t even touched you yet” Jack smiled at this side of you. Your smile, the way your cheeks became dimples. It was refreshing. He couldn’t describe it, but it was as if you cast a spell on him.

“I know..” you managed to find your words, “I can f-feel it anyway.”

The way your words became lost in your own giggles made Jack feel as if he himself was going to melt. This was very new to him, but he adored it. He buried his face into your stomach, moving his chin into the fold of your hips. You let out a cackle in response, clutching onto Jack’s coat. He stood up and moved his hands up and down your sides, laughing along with you; he loved seeing you happy.

He stopped for a few seconds to admire your figure, your jaw, just everything. He enjoyed what he saw, unbeknownst to you.

“I knew you had a soft side,” he sounded triumphant, “just had to find the right way of coaxing it out of you.”

He set you down on his desk and continued “torturing you” by digging his hands into your armpits, then slowly moving down to your hips, making you shriek louder.

“Ooo I think I found your tickle spot~” Jack smirked as he drilled his fingers into your neck and hips.”

“JAHACK PLEASE, IT-“

“What,” Jack interrupted, “does it..tickle?”

“STOP FUHUCKING SAYING IHIT” his reading made it harder for you to fight back it’s not as if you minded.

“Ok ok I’ll stop now.” Jack lifted his torso off of you so that he could help you regain your balance.

“Honestly, I feel like you needed that.” Jack begun, “I just want to know why you so shy.”

You stared once again at the dashing young captain, struggling to get the words off your tongue.

“D’you have a crush on me or something?” Jack laughed, hiding the slight desperation in his voice.

“Um yeah kinda.” As soon as those words left your mouth you tensed up, the feeling of dread filling your stomach.

“Seriously?” Jack sounded gladly surprised “never thought I was your type.”

He stood opposite you and held your head in between his index and his thumb. His skin felt smooth against your chin. He moved his face closer to yours, locking his lips with yours. It felt glorious; beautifully passionate. His tongue intertwined with yours as he moved his hand through the locks of your hair.

As you both moved away from each other, Jack smiled.

“Your ears have gone red.”

You became slightly embarrassed, and tried to look down, but Jack stopped you.

“Don’t worry. It’s adorable. And I wanna see more of that smile around the workplace. Is that a deal.”

You blushed’ “ If I do, will you go out on a date with me?” You shocked yourself with your own words.

Jack mockingly gasped and squeezed your ribs playfully, “Y/n! Being so forward? Call an ambulance, there’s something wrong.”

You giggled at his joke, trying to escape his grasp.

“Well, you best get home now, need some sleep, especially after our little workout” he winked.

“Yeah, I guess.” You sighed; the colour drained from your cheeks.

“Hey hey,” Jack said sympathetically, “ why the long face giggles? D’you wanna stay tonight?”

“Really?” You were pleased by his offer.

“Yeah of course, someone’s gotta keep you company-and come to think of it, sane.”

You looked at Jack; this was real, he honestly loves you back. It felt like a fever dream.

“Oh and by the way,” Jack’s words in-zoned you out,” your new nickname is ‘giggles’ cause I said so. It has a nice ring to it.”

“Isn’t that a bit unprofessional?” You joked.

“Who needs professional when you can be fun”

(My ears went red writing this lol)

[blackink-onpaper]

The Descend and the Resurface

Damian Hart (Beyblade) x OC

Summary: OC comes from a complex background, and in the midst of trying to save it all and help her family she enters a strange arrangement, which will change her life forever.

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Tags: Beyblade, Beyblade Metal Masters, Julian Konzern, Jack, Damian, OC, Gingka Hagane, team Starbreaker, Gan Gan Galaxy, team Excalibur, dr. Ziggurat, Hades Inc.

A/N: Enjoyyy! Please let me know what you think so far! It means a lot to me :D

Chapter 13

We stayed in his room, naked under the white sheets of his soft bed, asking each other questions. This was all surreal, because Damian was behaving in a much calmer and nicer way than usual, as if he let his guard down:

“Okay, let me see…” I stared at the ceiling, trying to think of a question: “Where are you from?”

“Are you seriously asking me this as captain of the US representatives?” He scoffed.

I snorted by accident: “You know what I mean! Where did you grow up, where are your parents from, etc.”

He remained silent, staring at the ceiling. I turned around to my side, wondering why he was stalling answering this question: “I mean, you didn’t just appear at HD Academy one fine day.” I tried to joke, but to no effect.

“I never went to HD Academy. I recieved the Arrangement.”

I frowned in confusion: “Doesn’t one go after the other?”

“Can I tell you about this some other time? I don’t feel ready to talk about it right now.” He seemed worried somehow.

“Of course” I cuddled up to his shoulder: “Any questions for me?”

“Hmm” He thought out loud, then looked at me with a small curl upwards at the edge of his lips: “Will you be rooting for Starbreaker as enthusiastically as you did for Excalibur?”

“Of course” I kissed him on the lips: “I will be there for you. Like Persephone and Hades.”

“What is that?”

I laughed at him: “How do you not know?”

“I’m too busy winning” he shot me a snarky grin, knowing it would make me blush.

“Well… Hades, as you know, was the Greek god of the Underworld, and one day he fell in love with Persephone who was the goddess of spring and nature. One day, he kidnapped her and brought her down into the Underworld, so her mother couldn’t find her. By the time she was found, she had already eaten some pomergranade from Hades, and became condemned to live there. Even though she didn’t love him when he kidnapped her, she eventually fell in love and they became powerful rulers of the Underground together.”

“With Cerberous as their guardian” Damian smiled to himself, while observing Kerbecks’ golden reliefs in his hand: “So all I need is some pomergranade?”

I giggled, watching his nose crinkle up when he smiled. He was so attractive he made me feel the butterflies in my stomach I used to think were a just a story. I felt so happy in this simple moment, I wished we could stay here forever, hidden away. But as it always is, the clock reminded us that the time in the world is not ours alone:

“I have training soon” Damian sat up, and on his pale back I could see red circles that looked like healed burn marks, and some parts that looked like injection points: “Ziggurat insists on both training and arrangement because of Gingka”

Although Gingka was an undefeated champion, I raised hope in my heart that I would see Damian succeed: “It will be easy for you Damian, he doesn’t stand a chance.”

He grinned, his expression returning to the smug, sadistic one he always has: “That’s right. I like to hear you say that.” He got up and opened a drawer next to his bed, taking out a black t-shirt and black training shorts: “And after they arrange me with the data from Destroyer��s left rotation, Gingka won’t know what hit him.”

I smiled at him as he got ready, before rolling out of bed to get ready myself. I walked with him until a point where access was restricted:

“Can I watch you?”

He grinned, touching my chin with his fingerless glove: “I’d love to, but you’d distract me too much.”

My heart dropped a little, but I knew I’d see him later: “I understand, tomorrow is important.” The elevator door behind me opened, making Damian lower his hand. Ziggurat, Carlisle and some other doctors in lab coats stepped out, followed by a few of the academy boys who were pale with fright, I am not sure why.

“Damian, Camila” Ziggurat acknowledged us, lingering on me with an inquiring look before focusing on Damian alone: “Are you ready?”

Damian smirked: “Yes, doctor.”

“Let’s go then.” Ziggurat smiled at me, almost as if he was taunting me, I said ‘good luck’, and Damian shot me a wink as he was turning his back to enter after Ziggurat. Carlisle shot me a smile as he passed by me, following behind the Academy students and doctors in white coats. Suddenly alone, I entered the elevator selecting to go to the common room.

“Hey!” Zeo’s face met mine as the door opened on some floor and he stepped in: “Common room?”

“Yeah, you too?”

“Yeah” he nodded. When the door closed, he came closer to me: “Is everything okay? Because of Carlisle…”

I had completely forgotten I ran into him there just earlier today, a red blush tinting my cheeks: “Oh uhm yeah, he just wanted to make sure I was adjusting fine. That’s all.”

“Okay good” Zeo nodded: “I was ready to punch Damian in the nose if he was rude to you again”

I fought myself to prevent a burst of laughter, managing to keep it at a smile: “I think it’s okay now.”

“Good” Zeo smiled back at me, as we stepped out into the common room, which was refreshed by the AC and a fresh scent.

Suddenly, I remembered what Jack said earlier about Damian: “Actually Zeo, what did Jack mean earlier when he said Damian put some people into Hades literally?”

Zeo sighed as he sat down on in the conversation pit: “well, there’s a whole catalogue of people that fit that description. I think he meant the ones Damian sent to the ER.”

This concerning news erased all the pleasant happy emotions I carried until now: “what?”

“I mean I only know what he did to Yu and Tsubasa because I wasn’t here when the other assults happened, but yeah, he injured some people almost fatally from what Jack told me.” He scratched his head: “Jack actually said he thinks the people didn’t make it, but that Ziggurat did not want to disclose that.”

“But, what about their parents? The media?”

Zeo scoffed: “Have you seen the NDAs they have here? No way anything gets out to the media.” he cleared his throat: “And most people here don’t have parents.”

My heart softened a bit: “really?”

“Jack, for example. From what I understood his father kicked him out and disowned him when he started being interested in art and wearing his hair longer. He wanted him to join the military or something like that. And Damian is also alone I think. He never even mentioned his family.”

I was speechless, I had no idea, not even a clue. Perhaps this is why Damian was so weird when I asked him about his parents earlier: “I am so sorry, I had no idea…”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not your fate.” he smiled at me: “I’m just glad Damian’s finally given you a break.”

“Yeah” I looked away to avoid blushing again: “How do you feel about tomorrow’s tournament? Do you know if you’re going against… wait a minute” I stopped midway through the syllable, when I realised what Zeo actually said earlier: “Tsubasa and Yu from Gan Gan Galaxy? The news said they were in an accident?”

Zeo sighed: “No. I was sent to apprehend someone while Damian finished his arrangement. I guess he ran into them.”

“But the news said they were in critical condition, and that their Beys were completely destroyed?”

“I know, that’s how you know it was him.” I sat down next to him, trying to understand how the same person I was with earlier did all this: “I saw him use Hades Gate from where I was. The sooner you enter a battle after the arrangement the stronger you are.” He stared at the floor: “That’s why we’re doing it tomorrow immediately before takeoff.”

“I see.” I nodded: “Are you or Jack taking on the black hair boy then?”

“I’m taking him on.” Zeo said with a sudden and umprovoked determination, at least seemingly unprovoked.

“I’m sure you will do great Zeo” I reassured him with my hand on his shoulder.

“I have to. I have no choice.” He sighed, with a mysterious, ominous worry lingering between his words.

[northwest-cryptid]

I'm sorry I was going to NTA my way in to proclaim that no tastes are wierd but.

you consider cheese a condiment? the cow plastic brick? that stuff?

I'd assumed condiments have to be liquid.

Hold on what the hell does NTA even mean?

Not the asshole? Nanoparticle Tracking Analysis? National television awards? Net tangible assets Notice to appear?

Anyways confusion aside, yes cheese is a condiment. A condiment is literally anything added to food in order to give it flavor, it literally just means seasoning. Cheese is widely considered a condiment when it comes to sandwiches and various foods like salads as well.

If you think so plainly of cheese as to call it a cow plastic brick it's likely you're most experienced with American Cheddar, which gets a lot of hate despite being a perfectly fine cheese. However I think your view of cheese is heavily obscured in bias given how you speak of it.

Not only are things like salt, pepper, and various spices deemed condiments; but there are tons of different kinds of cheeses that can be used to give various flavors, and even textures to food!

For example a nice pepper jack cheese will give sandwiches a very small amount of heat/spice. It's not much but it gives a bit of a kick to sandwiches and burgers. Parmesan cheese is great on just about anything with a tomato base like pizza or spaghetti but can also be thrown on a salad! Asiago cheese is great on bagels! Hell you don't even need to use it as an additional flavor enhancement.

You have soft cheese like Brie and hard cheeses like manchego both of which pair nicely with wines. If you know about wine pairing you can even use a nice wine cheese for your burger, steak, or other various red meat and pair it with said wine and you've got a great dinner. Wine actually helps with cholesterol which is nice considering cheese absolutely does not lol.

Not to mention, cheese is hardly plastic it's actually mold! And we can't go giving cows so much credit, there are plenty of cheeses that aren't even made from cow's milk!

Sheep milk is used for cheeses like Pecorino, Roquefort, and even sometimes Feta but that one can also be Goat milk. Some are even made from Buffalo milk!

Hell you can even milk horses, cows being known as the only milk producer is like thinking every cheese is just a brick of "plastic" that can't be grated it shredded over a meal to add flavor; or perhaps crumbled depending on the type of cheese.

Frankly American cheese gets a lot of hate because people think it looks and feels like rubber or plastic, however there have been tons of tests done that basically prove it is literally just cheese. Like normal cheddar cheese. Which sure I get it, I grew up in a hippie household where we only ate organic, home grown produce and such. My parents used to often call cheese plastic if it wasn't something from Italy or wasn't fancy enough for them.

But the thing is, not only is cheese a condiment; it's actually a really versatile one! It can give a lot of different flavor and texture to a lot of different kinds of food and it's even good on its own or paired with a drink.

Cheese is a wonderful thing, it's one of nature's many gifts to the culinary world, cheese loves you; I say this as someone who is lactose intolerant.

I still don't know what NTA means...

[avastyetwats]

He was trying to fucking kill you.

Who gives a damn about him?

He would try to kill us anyhow.

Flint could hear the voices, though the words were quite distorted. But there were a few he thought he could make out as he starts to come to, his head lulling from side to side. It hurt. Real fucking bad. It was throbbing and felt like it was going to fucking explode and he didn't know why. His body felt heavy as he lay... wherever he was, his eyes finally cracking open, but fuck, that made everything hurt more. The voices were becoming clearer, two that he recognized and two that he didn't...

His vision, too, was blurry and all he saw above him was darkness, but then he felt fingers in his hair and he moaned. It felt so fucking good and was helping to relieve some of the pain he was in and he even leaned into the hands, his eyes falling closed as he mutters out a low 'fuck', attempting to turn onto his side and try to go back to sleep, but that's when he felt something at his side. His hand moved to touch it and he felt fur. Soft fur - softer than anything he's ever felt before - and when he barely lifts his head just enough to see what it was, his heart melts. One of the wolf pups was laying at his side sleeping, cuddled against him, and he couldn't help but smile. Though, now he was remembering things... now he was remembering where he was. It was all coming back to him.

So, wait... who was stroking his head, then? Who did the hands in his hair belong to? He tilts his head back and looks up, finding the handsome, long-haired werewolf gazing down at him. "The fuck.." He mutters weakly, brows furrowing in shock and utter confusion, and had the wolf pup not been laying at his side, he would've bolted up and away from the bastard, but he found himself not wanting to disturb the young girl. Whichever of the three it may be. Definitely not Charlotte, now that he thinks about it. She was the little shit. Perhaps Ivy... precious Ivy. Gods, she was adorable all curled up at his side and as much as he didn't want to admit it, Charles's fingers in his hair felt fucking amazing. But he wondered something...

"Why... didn't you kill me?" He asks Charles, not making any move to pull his head from his hands. He was alive. He was alive and being tended to. By the werewolf he spent months chasing and hunting.

"Should have," there was another voice. A female voice. Much older than the girls. "I wanted to."

His eyes look around for the voice and then he sees her. Another human. Or rather what he assumes is a werewolf in human form, sitting nearby, her hair as red as his own and looking anything but happy. Wait a fucking second...

"You..." He mutters, attempting to prop himself up on his elbows, but fuck it hurt to move.

"What about me?" The female questioned with a growl, baring her teeth as a threat.

"You're the one that charged me." He could tell just by looking at her and that's when Jack chimed in, sitting next to her.

He scoffs. "How can you be so sure it was her?" He asked, rather offended.

Flint looked at Jack, then, his eyes narrowing. It didn't take him long to answer. "You don't look at all intimidating." Flint told him, making Jack look away while muttering something under his breath. "You're the cause of this. Why my head hurts so fucking bad."

Anne scoffed. "Should've watched where you were going. Stupid human."

It was Flint's turn to glare and growl. "I may not have killed him, but there's nothing stopping me from killing you." He dares to threaten her, already hating whoever the fuck she was.

She smirks, then. "Good luck with that. None of your weapons are within reach." She nods to where they're sat, far beyond his reach and Flint curses under his breath as he drops his head back onto Charles's lap. He closes his eyes for a moment, wondering what happened after he hit the ground. He remembers the female charging at him, mouth open and teeth bared, ready to slaughter him, but here he was alive and well. Aside from a splitting headache. All because of Charles, most likely.

He sighs. "Why did you spare me?" He asks again, looking up at him. "Why didn't you kill me? Or at least leave me?"

"Should have.." Anne mutters again and she looks at Jack when she feels him elbow her in the side.

"Darling, perhaps we should stop pissing off our alpha, hm?" He tells her, looking over at Charles with a pleading look in his eyes.

Flint ignored the female this time. He already couldn't stand her so he chose not to acknowledge. But his eyes were locked with Charles, gazing up into them and for some reason, unable to look away. They were so... warm. Not at all cold like Flint would expect them to be, what with him being a beast and all. Not only that, but they were the color of the sky. He's never seen eyes like his... they were beautiful. Mesmerizing. Comforting, even. Or perhaps that was still the feeling of his fingers in his hair, but regardless, he felt oddly... safe.

“ He was trying to fucking kill you, Charles. “ Anne had returned to her human form and was standing with Charlotte.

Charles on the other hand was sitting on the floor of the cave, the human’s head in his lap. Ivy was snuggled up soundly against one side of his unconscious form. He sighed heavily, looking back down at the bloodied head on his legs. “ He wasn’t going to pull that trigger. He couldn’t. This wasn’t necessary. “

“ A Hunter tries to kill you and your pups and you don’t think what I did was necessary? ‘ch. it’s shit like this that got you kicked out as alpha. “

Even Jack winced beside her when she said that, and Charles looked at her with absolute rage. “ Jack, you better get your bitch in line or he won’t be the only one knocked unconscious. “ He growled.

Charlotte was watching with disapproval. “ We should just go. Who gives a damn about him? “

“ I do. “ He muttered quietly, bringing his fingers to curiously run through that messy red mop of hair. It was beautiful. He always thought Anne had the most beautiful hair. Hell, he’d asked Eleanor if she had redheads in her family. It was all quite fitting. “ He’s as lost as we are. Hamilton was his best friend. “

Jack scoffed. “ No wonder he tried to kill you then. “ He looked down at Flint, his arms crossed. “ I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but have any of you thought that this man is clearly a hunter? He might not have wanted you, Charles, but he would try to kill us anyhow. We should put him out of his misery. “

Charles shook his head, continuing to gently pet at him. “ No one lays a hand on him. We are a pack and my rules still abide. No meaningless killing. “

[likehephaestionwhodied]

It’s June 1992 and Mikey makes Jack drive on what ends up being Mikey’s last visit to San Francisco. He packs up the car with records, books, clothes. More than he’d need for the month long vacation they’re taking. 

Jack pretends like he doesn’t know what Mikey is thinking. But they all know. Mikey’s getting weaker, he’s working less, calling out so frequently Jack is surprised he has a job (wishes Mikey would quit) Despite years of refusing to move in with Jack because he loves his neighborhood, his community he spends almost all his time at Jack’s house. 

They drive a car cross country, taking probably half of Mikey’s belongings to their friends in San Francisco, Jack tries not to think about how Mikey not be strong enough to make the return journey. Marcus carries Mikey into their home, sets him on the couch, has William stay with him while Jack, Marcus, and Callum unpack. Everyone’s heart heavy as the boxes keep coming. 

Mikey doesn’t stand for it though. As the sun goes down Mikey looks around at the men sitting with him. no one’s hair is done, the jeans could be tighter, not a single boot, or harness in sight. 

“Well I didn’t come all the way to San Francisco to not go to spend my night on a couch.”  Only Marcus is smiling, a soft secret smile as everyone else looks worried, or confused. 

“We just got in.” Jack says, there’s no bite to it though. Callum secretly wonders how much their relationship has changed, if Jack would ever tell Mikey they're not going out anymore, or if those days have passed. 

“we got in at 8am.” Mikey says, he’s standing, and William thinks he looks rested enough. “I am going out, you boys can come or not, I don’t care.” He does care, of course, he wouldn’t go with out at least one of them he’s determined, not stupid. 

It goes on like that all month. They don’t go out every night, but they go out as if Mikey’s not sick, everyone is watching, only Callum can tell how much its getting on Mikey’s nerves. But then, Callum is seeing his future. 

At the end of the month they all go to San Francisco’s Lesbian and Gay Freedom Day Parade. Mikey had spent the week before cleaning everyone’s boots, jackets, harnesses, even their belts, no leather is left unwashed, unconditioned or polished. Even William, who had only ever gone to leather bars with his friends, hands over his combat boots. 

At the end of the night Marcus is carrying an over exhasted Mikey back home, Callum and William do their best to try and keep Jack from worrying too much, but when the four see each other in the morning everyone can tell Jack didn’t sleep. Mikey doen’t get out of bed until 1pm he looks exhasted but waves away concern, makes them sit in the living room as Jack drags all the boxes from their room to the living room. 

Slowly he digs though the boxes handing things to the Californian men. 

Marcus is handed The Eartsea trilogy and The Lord of the Rings, messy notes in the margins of all the books. 

A crate of records sits at Callum’s feet, The replacements, Patti Smith, The Cure, Joy Division, The Smiths. There are tshirts from shows in New York next to him on the couch.

William’s lap is full of well worn jeans, beat up D&D player guides and a bag full of dice. 

The three men are so focused on Mikey they don’t notice when Jack leaves to grab a beer, don’t notice the tears in his eyes. 

Slowly, the items Mikey is pulling out change. From records, and books, and clothes to gear. A flogger for Marcus, lengths of chain and rope for callum. “this should fit you.” Mikey mumbles from his knees handing a harness made of chain and leather to Callum. 

The boxes are empty except for one pair of handcuffs “Just incase you ever want to try.” Mikey says handing them to Wiilliam, a blush on the slightly younger man’s cheek. 

Jack is still crying as the other three men take their things to their rooms. They come back to the Livingroom, eyes red, to find Mikey curled up in Jack’s lap. Marcus and Callum go to the kitchen to start dinner, and William goes outside to smoke. No one says a word when Callum starts sobbing as the tape, one Mikey had made him, starts playing Tears for Fear’s “Everybody Wants to Rule the World.” 

[greg-montgomery]

in regards to the soft aaron thoughts, imagine jack being sick and aaron coming in to check on him but jack asking for you and referring to you for the first time as mom. something along the lines of "can you ask mom to come lay down with me?"

i’m going to CRY

♡ it’s really early in the morning so you’re still asleep. aaron always wakes up at ungodly hours so he is veeeeery quiet bc he doesn’t wanna wake you up (cause that means you’ll be super grumpy all morning lmao)

♡ so instead he leaves a soft little kiss on your forehead, before getting up to check that jack is safely sleeping still :)

♡ right when he arrives outside jack's bedroom, he sees the door open, followed by jack looking like he’s been crying :(

♡ he says “i don’t feel so good, daddy” and he starts crying </3

♡ so of course aaron picks him up in his arms and puts him back to bed! he checks his temperature and asks him questions so he can understand what’s wrong.

♡ he comes to the conclusion that it’s just a stomach flue so he brings some medicine for jack to take and sits next to him, playing with his hair trying to comfort him!

♡ and that’s when jack yawns and says all sleepily “can you ask mom to come lay down with me?”

♡ aaron’s heart drops because he thinks he means haley and that because he’s sick and sleepy he forgot she’s not with them anymore </3

♡ but after a few seconds he realised that jack meant you!!! and it made him so happy to see his son loving the woman he loves just as much as he does!!!

♡ he knows that haley would be so happy too to see her baby being loved by someone as wonderful as you :( to see him having a second mom who’s gonna be there for him and take care of him!

♡ he kisses jack’s forehead and whispers to him that he’ll be right back…with his mom :) and jack smiles so big!

♡ you have talked about this before with aaron and he knows how happy you’ll be to find out jack called you mom for the first time! you had told him that whenever jack was ready to call you mom, you’d be the luckiest person in the world to have a child as sweet as him!!

♡ “your son is asking for you,” he whispers in your ear while rubbing your back.

♡ you look at him all confused with a sleepy expression which makes his heart ache from love <333

♡ so he explains to you that: jack is a little sick - and before you overreact he’s fine i already gave him some medicine- but he’s asking for his mom to lay down with him.

♡ so you look up at him like 🥹 and he cups your cheek and tells you “come on, your son is waiting for his mom!”

♡ you’re trying so hard not to cry and you fail.

♡ but you pull yourself together before jack sees you because you don’t wanna worry him!!

♡ “hi my little angel…” you say as softly as you can when you walk into his room and find him all covered up with his blankets.

♡ “mom i’m sick,” he says with a whine and you immediately go and cuddle with him and hold him close so he feels safe and cared for :(((

♡ you play with his hair and tell him that the medicine his daddy gave him will make him okay super fast!

♡ “i love you, mom,” he says before he falls asleep 🥺 and you tell him you love him too and kiss the top of his head :(

♡ you do not go to work that day!! there’s no way you would leave him alone!!

♡ aaron sits by the door and watches the two of you, feeling really emotional :((( he’s smiling but he has tears in his eyes…he can’t believe he was lucky enough to meet someone like you…he can’t believe how lucky he is to be loved by someone like you…

♡ he moves towards jack’s bed too (he can’t lie down because 1. there’s no room in jack’s small bed 2. he’s way too tall) and sits by your side, quietly wondering what would he do without his two favourite people in the whole world 🥺