#gael garcia bernal x reader

[annmaximoff18]

Jack: Y/N isn't mad at me.

Y/N: your food *throws him a plate of croquettes

Marc: what did you say?

Jack: shut up

[wwinterwitch]

can i request something with jack russel? i saw you posted a few stuff about wwbn and i'm really excited to see what you have in mind for this character. it can be whatever you want, really. i truly enjoy your work🤍

the wolf and the witch — jack russell

summary: you met jack through ted and despite all of you becoming friends at first, jack can't deny he's had a crush on you since the day he met you

pairing: jack russell x witch!reader (ted is also in the story ofc)

word count: 3.2K

contains: fluff, confession of feelings (mutual), friends to lovers, jack is really in love and ted loves to tease him about it, just two awkward dorks in love.

note: i have no idea where i was going with this but anyways, i hope you enjoy and thank you for the request!

a reblog and/or comment on my posts really help me out as a content creator so thank you in advance if you take the time to do either!

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It was really just a coincidence that you found Ted in the woods that night, but you were so glad you two happened to cross paths. As soon as the tall creature saw you, he let out a sound that sounded both surprised and terrified. You wondered what could've happened that made him have that type of reaction to your presence, but after hearing voices from a group of people nearby shouting to one another if they found "the monster" yet, you immediately understood what was going on.

And you couldn't blame Ted for being terrified of you, not wanting you to come near him at first, taking a step back when you tried to get closer to him. It was only when you quickly explained you're not a hunter that he looked just a tiny bit more relaxed. That's when you took your chance to offer your help, which he reluctantly accepted at first. It was either trusting you and following you back to your cabin or roaming the forest and risking the hunters finding him.

It was on the walk to your house that you realized he was injured, which made you hurry to get home so you could heal him. He walked behind you in silence, his head occasionally snapping to a certain direction whenever he heard even the slightest of sounds. Just by examining his behavior, you realized this isn't the first time he has been running from hunters.

And to you, this isn't the first time you've rescued someone from getting killed by evil hunters. You live in this cozy-looking little cabin in the woods, just a few minutes away from where you bumped into Ted. It makes sense for a witch to live there, especially giving your deep connection to nature. The sound of birds chirping, the water from the river echoing through the woods and the tall trees trying to reach the clear blue skies is all you've ever needed. There's a town nearby you visit often, but the idea of living there repels you. You much rather prefer to stay surrounded by nature. It keeps you focused, which is extremely helpful to practice your abilities.

As soon as you got home, Ted seemed to trust you a lot more than before. That tiny bit of comfort you were able to bring only grew when you kindly offered to help him with his injury. You took out everything you needed and began working, Ted standing next to you as he curiously examined what you're doing. A giggle almost escapes your lips after hearing the tiny growl he lets out in surprise when he sees a large cloud of turquoise smoke fill the kitchen and disappear almost as soon as it appears.

"That's right, my friend. I am a witch," you offered kindly, turning to look at him for a brief second before focusing back on the potion. "And yes, I can understand you," you quickly added when he growled again. Only one other human has been able to understand what he says.

At this point, he was fully trusting you when you told him to sit down. His big bright eyes continue to observe you as you take a few herbs and put them inside the bowl, melting when they make contact with the turquoise liquid, transforming the mixture into some kind of ointment. He allows you to rub the final product against his wounded skin, growling excitedly when he realizes whatever you put on top of him is absorbing into his skin and immediately healing the wound, which inevitably makes his pain go away.

"You're welcome," you smile when he turns to thank you. "I'm sorry you had to come across those hunters. It's not the first time I've found someone trying to escape from them in this forest. I'm very glad I found you..." you trail off, waiting for him to finish that last statement with his name. "Ted," you repeat before quickly introducing yourself as well.

You offered Ted something to eat or drink. He fell in love with the fruit you grow in your little garden right next to your house, shyly asking if you could give him a few more. Of course you gave him more fruit, wanting him to be as comfortable as possible after the traumatic experience he suffered out there.

"You have a place to stay, Ted? I'm sure I can make space for you here." He shakes his head, a series of growls leaving his mouth. "Oh, you have a friend out there looking for you? Well, in that case, you're more than welcome to wait for them here."

Ted thanked you yet again. You kept him company while waiting for his friend, teaching him a little bit more about your magic. It was safe to say he was absolutely amazed by everything you were able to do.

A series of hurried knocks on your front door interrupted you. A hand rests gently on top of Ted's arm, trying to silently tell him you won't let anyone or anything hurt him. His eyes softened, deciding to trust you one more time.

On the other side of the door stood a tall, slender man with brown hair and green eyes. He looked anxious, desperate even. He was a little taken aback at first when he saw you, fixing his tie at the same time he started speaking.

"Hello, miss. So sorry to bother you, but–"

He was interrupted by the voice of Ted coming from inside your house. He immediately stood up and you were quick enough to move out of the way when you saw him walking towards the door, greeting the stranger with a hug. The man standing at the door let out a huff in annoyance after being lift up from the ground, but patted his friend's arm nonetheless and waited to be put down. You guessed this was Ted's friend. 

The man was visibly surprised to see Ted greeting him so casually, but you could still notice the way his features softened, relieved to see his friend was safe. "There you are, you trouble maker!" he quickly says as Ted is finally putting him back on the ground. "You almost gave me a heart attack. What were you thinking going on your own without waiting for me? I told you this would happen!"

You take a few steps back from the door to give them a little space, hearing the way Ted starts apologizing to his friend before explaining everything that happened from the moment they separated.

"Healed you in seconds? How is that– a witch?" he asks, turning to look at you to catch you already staring at him, that nervous gaze from before making his eyes shine in a particular way it made them look just that much captivating. "Sorry...I wasn't really expecting that one."

"No worries. Perhaps you'd like to have a coffee or something before you have to leave?"

"That would be nice, thank you, but we have to get going right now before the hunters find him." Ted immediately let out a growl, complaining. The man gave him an unamused look. "She's done enough for you, don't you think?"

You chuckle at their last exchange, shaking your head. "It's okay. You're more than welcome to visit me anytime you'd like, my friend."

The man looked confused as to why you were able to understand his friend, but didn't comment on it. You are a witch after all. Ted turned your way and walked closer to you so he could embrace you. He was much bigger and taller than you, so you struggled a little before you were able to hug him back.

Ted was the first one to walk outside, his friend standing near your doorway with a shy smile on his face. "Thank you for helping him...it looks like he really likes you."

"I like him too, he's adorable. I'm glad nothing too bad happened to him."

He nodded, looking at the open door before turning back to you. "Me too...well, we should probably get going. Thank you again," he says, looking back at Ted before he quickly turns back to look at you as if he was forgetting something. "My name is Jack, by the way."

It was impossible not to smile back at how awkward he was. A good awkward, of course. You just met him but he already seems like the nicest guy on the planet. "Nice to meet you, Jack. I hope I'll be seeing you and Ted soon."

And to your luck, you did see them again. After a few days Ted appeared outside your kitchen window, excitedly waving at you. Jack followed closely behind, hands inside the pockets of his coat and the brightest of smiles when he saw you walking outside the cabin, greeting Ted with a hug.

Ever since then, they've become your best friends. You didn't have many chances to meet others and built long-lasting friendships. All your life you've been told you're too weird, so eventually you stopped trying to be liked by a world that simply couldn't give that to you.

But with Ted and Jack things were different. You've finally found two friends who genuinely care about you. They make you feel important and loved. It was an overwhelming feeling you didn't think you were deserving of in this lifetime.

You offered Jack some coffee and Ted some of the fruit he loved so much, chatting with them for a while before you excused yourself. You attend your garden, leaving both of them inside the house for a few minutes. Ted couldn't keep himself from letting out a sound very similar to a chuckle before saying something to Jack, who has been constantly looking outside the window that, casually, allows him to see you while you work.

"Oh, stop it! I wasn't– I'm not staring at her," was his poor attempt. Ted just laughs again. "What?" Jack looks horrified by what comes out of Ted's mouth. "Wha– no! I do not have a crush on her, what are you talking about?"

Ted was not amused, shaking his head after his friend's statement. Jack could never hide his true feelings from Ted no matter how hard he tries. He knows him a little too well, so it was obvious by the way Jack behaves around you that he has a crush on you.

"You're being ridiculous," Jack insisted, brushing him off. "I know better than that." Ted growls again right after, earning an annoyed look from Jack. "What do you mean 'what do you mean'? It's obvious she doesn't feel the same way, why would I even bother?"

Ted practically roared, not liking that last comment at all. There's nothing he hates more than hearing Jack put himself down. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say."

A pillow flew across the room and almost landed on Jack's face if it wasn't for the fact that he slapped it away before quickly grabbing it to throw it back at him with as much force as possible. Both of them were completely silent when the pillow stopped moving, floating in the middle of the room. Then, they turned to look at you standing in the doorway.

"Can't leave you two alone, apparently."

"Ted started it!"

"And you continued it," you argued with a swift move of your hand, the pillow landing back on the couch where it was before.

"Yeah, but...I was going to throw that pillow only because someone else did it first."

"I like how invested you are in this," you smiled, walking towards the kitchen to leave the basket with fresh vegetables and fruit that you got from the garden.

Jack followed you. "Well, I'm just trying to prove my innocence," he smiled back, both of you staring at each other in a way the had Ted growling as if he was trying to say 'are you kidding me?'

"What made you so upset?" you ask, focusing back on the basket, not realizing Jack gave him a warning look.

Ted gave his friend a look but eventually said something about Jack wanting to leave the cabin earlier than expected and he got upset because of it.

"Oh, you guys need to leave?" you asked with obvious disappointment.

Jack quickly shakes his head after your question. "I was just messing with him."

"Great! Then I'll cook a little something for you guys."

You didn't wait for an answer as you began working on the food. Jack didn't know exactly what to do so he just watched you in silence while Ted walked towards the door.

"Out?" Jack quickly asks when he hears Ted growl. "What if you get lost or something bad happens?"

"It's fine, he can take care of himself," you say in Ted's defense. "Don't wander too far away from the house, okay?"

Ted gave Jack a triumphant look, starting to make his way outside the house. Jack stood there like a complete fool, staring at the front door, completely mortified.

"You can join him if you worry about him getting in trouble," you suggested after noticing the expression on his face. Of course, you didn't know he's like this because Ted just left the two of you alone.

Jack shrugged. "He'll be fine."

You look at him a bit confused by the sudden change in his opinion regarding Ted being in the woods alone, but quickly decide to let the subject go. Instead, you focus on cutting and peeling a few vegetables.

While you were doing that, Jack just stood there, a terrible sting in the pit of his stomach, anguish and a sense of longing taking over him as he watched you. All of those feelings together almost made him feel sick.

It was so delusional to think he could ever have this. The joy of waking up next to you in the mornings, smelling your scent in all his clothes and all around him, watching you practice your spells, helping you cook...he's pretty sure he'll never get tired of it. Of any of it. It'd be lovely to have a chance with you, but he fears this domestic bliss will always be nothing but a dream.

"You're awfully quiet," you point out with a smile, hoping nothing bad was going on.

"I apologize," he quickly says, feeling more self aware than ever. He could practically feel his face burning, which was definitely not a good sign. "I got lost in my thoughts."

"Care to share?"

This time it was Jack the one smiling. "Not sure if I should."

"I'll find out sooner or later."

The comment made him laugh. "Oh, is that so? You're going to cast a spell or something?"

"Please," you scoffed. "I don't need magic to convince you to tell me," you quickly added, before changing the subject. "Speaking of magic though, how was that potion I made for you? Did it make you feel better after the full moon?"

"I slept like a baby," he replied with his characteristic smile. "I can't thank you enough."

"No need to thank me. Knowing I helped you is enough."

Jack was reaaaally struggling not to get this conversation to get to his head and make him believe things that are not there. You just want to help because you're his friend.

Oh, but it's hard to remember you're just a friend when you're looking at him with those beautiful eyes and being so incredibly caring and gentle with him. You're so perfect, it's actually painful.

Friends. Just friends. Platonic. Not a chance.

"You're doing it again, Jack," you warn playfully. Jack smiles shyly as he tries to avoid your gaze at all costs. He looked even more adorable than usual, something you didn't think was possible. "What could possibly be so important that you keep drifting away from our conversation?"

You're not really expecting an answer, as it was more of a statement than an actual question. Still, you notice the way Jack's gaze sets upon you, like trying to silently tell you something he can't or doesn't want to say out loud. You feel the tables turning as you find yourself avoiding his gaze now. He wasn't just looking, he was observing– analyzing you.

He lets out the cutest little chuckle when you look away from him. "Now, what's on your mind?"

"If you decide to tell me what you are thinking, perhaps I'll share."

Jack was still smiling when he lightly shook his head. "It doesn't sound fair."

"How is that not fair?" you protest.

"Believe me, it isn't," he insisted. "I have a lot to lose if I tell you."

"And how do you know I have nothing to lose if I tell you?"

Jack was suddenly quiet, scanning your face once more until the realization hit him. He felt so embarrassed, he was positive he's beginning to blush (if he wasn't already). "Are we– what are you thinking?" he says, almost frustrated.

It seems like you finally understand as well, having a similar reaction as him. "What are you thinking?" you repeat, feeling a knot in your stomach because you couldn't possibly be thinking the same thing...right? There's no way both of you were thinking the exact same thing all along?

You hear Jack's chuckle once more before he finally decides to confess. "I was thinking– and I have been thinking about this for a while, that I really like you. I've tried to tell myself we're just friends but I can't lie to myself when I know exactly how I feel," he says. You can't quite believe what you're hearing at that very moment. "Was...I'm sorry, was terrible. Is that– is that what you were thinking too or did I just make a complete fool of myself?

"You're not a fool, Jack," you quickly correct him. "I was thinking the same thing."

His eyes light up in an instant and you hoped that's not the last time you get to witness such a beautiful sight. "Really?"

"Yes, really!" you say as if it was obvious. "I was afraid to say anything because...well, I'm used to rejection. Not many people like witches, I guess."

"Not many people enjoy the company of werewolves, either," he replies."We do make quite the pair, don't you think?"

"Oh, definitely," you agree, giggling. There was a brief silence before you decided to speak. "So...now that we know we're on the same page about this, maybe we can grab a coffee or something? I know a good coffee shop in the town nearby that we can visit. Just...you know, the two of us."

"Those were a lot of words just to ask me on a date," Jack points out to tease you. "Coffee sounds great."

Neither you or Jack could stop smiling at this point, feeling so embarrassed by this confession but so relieved that the other feels the same.

You're not exactly sure when Ted was back inside the house, walking inside the kitchen with an excited growl. “What did I tell you about eavesdropping?” Jake asks with a grin.

[cinebration]

I’ve been away from my laptop, so I haven’t been able to update the links for Come Back To Me to include the Epilogue. (Can’t seem to update it from my phone, either.)

Will have it and my Masterlist updated soon! In the meantime, you can click on the link above to read the Epilogue.

[marvelsgirl616]

The way he says “I need to remember you” while firmly yet desperately sniffing it 😩

[demigoddessqueens]

Hello! I'm not sure if you're open for requests or not, but if you are: may I please request a fluffy werewolf Jack Russell x Reader fanfic? If you aren't, I'm sorry.

Of course!!

Masterlist 11

a/n - including writing prompts “cradling the face, looking into their eyes” + “kissing all over face”

Cuddles became an everyday occurrence with you both. Sometimes Jack felt like you indulged him too much, but he was not

“Ayy…, mi amor, your kisses are delicious, yes, but we have to start the day.”

You were relentless, pinning him down and marking his sweet face with more of your kisses. Only when you finally came up for air did you

Cupping a hand around his cheek, you stared into his imploring eyes, a kiss to his forehead before you placed one on his lips with a smile.

“No chance, my sweet. Besides, it’s not like you have ever opposed my lips before.”

[blackleatherjacketz]

Forbidden Fruit: Masterlist

Jack Russell x Female Reader

Alistair (OC) x Female Reader

Summary: Jack saves you from a vicious vampire attack and you discover you might be more entangled than you thought.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Mature Content, NSFW, Love Triangle, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Bondage, Vampires, Werewolves, Blood, Gore, Injury, Torture, Sniffing, Kissing, Biting, Spanking, Vaginal Fingering, Finger Sucking, Female Orgasm, Kidnapping, Dubious Consent, Jealousy, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Memory Loss, Hand Holding, Face Holding, Domestic Jack

Special Guest Star: Moon Knight

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

[certaincollectionlandblog]

Jack Russell with a tall SO 

okay starting off Jack is what we like to call a 5'7" slice of heaven y'all

you make that man's face light up like a kid on Christmas that got a visit from the ole jolly fat man himself

he is constantly touching you in any way shape or form

when he sees you putting lotion on after a shower he just sits and watches, mesmerized by the scene in front of him

he is convinced that your long legs are the road that leads straight to heaven

birthday, christmas, anniversary, etc. Jack is constantly begging you to wear heels when y'all go out because seeing you embrace your Amazon like stature has him feeling things

he loves to wrap his arms around your waist and even if his head can't rest on your shoulders he just buries his face in your back because let's be real this man's love language is totally touch

one of his favorite things is when he'll sit between your legs while y'all are watching a movie or show and you'll just wrap your legs around him a little like it makes his brain short circuit

his favorite position to have you in is missionary because he loves when you wrap your legs around him and make him feel like it's only you two in the world

he will purposely buy some oversized shirts so that you can steal them and wear them around the house

seeing you wear his clothes has this man ready to lock the door, unplug the phone, and break your back like a glow stick until people send out a search party because they haven't heard from you

if Jack is ever driving don't wear shorts because he will be too distracted to focus on the road and y'all won't ever get anywhere

he must admit if there is one thing that he doesn't like about your long legs it's that you always end up with more blanket than him, but it also gives him a great excuse to just snuggle right up to you

can not get enough of you wearing shorts or short skirts, that is a one way ticket to boner town right there my friend

let's just say that y'all went to the beach for a week once and he barely let you out of the room because his self control went straight out the window when he saw you in those bikinis

whenever he goes down on you he makes sure to kiss all the way up your legs because this man appreciates and is the king of foreplay

Jack is an ass man no doubt about that my friend

he will always be finding ways to have a hand on your ass regardless of where you are unless it's in public of course

we all know that Jack has a major breeding kink and don't even get him started because he just can't wait to "start his own little basketball team" with you

[writer-darling]

About You

Rating: G (General Audiences)

Pairing: Jack Russell (Werewolf by Night, 2022) x GN!Reader

Warnings: ANGST. Hurt/comfort. Mentions of injuries and bruises. More-than-friends-but-not-a-couple trope. Mutual pining. Coziness. If there are any that I missed, please inbox me to let me know and I will add them in :)

Word Count: 2k

Summary!: Based on the song by The 1975. Jack always responded to letters. Always. What happens the one time he doesn't?

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Early morning train rides are always a gamble. Sometimes, they were peaceful. You could easily slip into a quick nap with how smooth the ride could be on those days. Sometimes, it was chaos. If it was riddled with teenage students who commuted to the nearest high school, it could easily be an hour’s worth of hell. But today was thankfully not one of those days. As the morning drizzle drips down the windows, the train seems to be in a world of its own. You’re tempted to take another one of those naps but honestly, the worry in your bones is keeping you from doing so. You glance around at the other passengers for a moment in an attempt to soothe your nerves.

The train is sparsely-packed today. A couple of girls sit a few rows away, college-age. They sit and smile at their phones, laughing quietly amongst themselves. The shorter girl with her hair in a ponytail tilts her phone screen towards her friend, who laughs and suddenly blushes, making her look so much younger.

A man in a brown suit sits on the other side of the aisle from you, also in a window seat. He has a pair of earbuds on and his laptop is open on one of the train’s small tray carts as he talks in hushed tones to the screen in front of him. Likely some sort of business meeting from the seriousness of his tone and the furrow of his brow. A black suitcase sits next to him on the unoccupied seat beside him. 

Another glance around shows you an elderly couple that sit beside each other at the very back of the cart. The two old ladies hold hands tightly as the blonder one of the two rests her head against the shoulder of her companion.

That last image makes you smile a little. But all too soon your thoughts go back to Jack.

You usually aren’t much of a worrywart these days, but Jack’s uncharacterisitic lack of correspondence has quickly changed that. You’re not exaggerating when you say Jack is an immediate responder. To texts, to calls, to letters even. His letters almost always get back to you within 1-2 days' time. The longest he’d gone without getting back a letter was a couple of weeks and that’s because his response had gotten lost and arrived later than he had assured you. Now, his last correspondence has been almost two months. Not to mention his last phone call or text had been a week or so before that. 

When you’d reached out to his mom, she had voiced similar concerns, though there was something in her voice that sounded much less worried than you felt.

“I’m sure he’s alright.” She’d said. “He’s likely just busy.” She’d said.

Still, it’s done little to reassure you. There was just something in your gut that told you something was very, very wrong. You were almost tempted to file a Missing Person’s report, but when you’d voiced that idea to Jack’s mom, she had assured you that she would do it herself. Yet, it’s been weeks since then and no police have reached out to you at all. 

Which makes you think that, hey if she’s not too concerned, why should you be, right? After all, other than Jack’s mom, you’re his closest loved one. You know that like you know the Earth revolves around the Sun. So then, what is going on? You sit there in the train’s window seat, watching the blur of the forest pass you by as the train makes its way into town. The City Limits sign greets you in another green and white blur. Why hasn’t he written back? 

Suddenly, an awful, gut-wrenching thought hits you:

Maybe he’s forgotten about you. Not literally, of course. But maybe, just maybe, he’s finally let go of that friendship you both have cherished so much. Maybe he no longer cherishes it the way you do. The thought tastes like bitterness in the back of your throat and you don’t realize you’re crying until you glance down at your open notebook and see the tears staining the blank page. That must be it. If his mother isn’t worried… if he hasn’t made any effort to reach out… then maybe… maybe he just doesn’t want to. Your heart squeezes painfully in your chest and suddenly, your pen is flying across the page, more tears staining and blurring the ink in some spots as you write.

You express your sorrows onto the page, and one page becomes two, then five. Possibly your longest letter to Jack yet. In 40-plus years of friendship, this is your longest and possibly most depressing letter yet. You’re still crying when you disembark into town and walk to the nearest post box. You slip the now-enveloped letter into the blue box and try your best to get a grip as you make the trek to your job now, opening up your umbrella as the drizzle starts to become a hard downpour.

Jack’s body ached like he’d been hit by several trains as he stumbled back onto the property, his body still recovering from last night’s transformation. His clothes were practically torn to shreds as he walked over to the mailbox, limping slightly. His body was near-entirely black and blue from so many bruises, but he’s not too concerned about that. Two months had somehow flown by as he’d been tracking monsters and creatures all over the country. Another rescue mission for Ted last-minute had stolen every ounce of his attention for the last three weeks. He’d been completely unaware of the passage of time. 

Until he saw the letters.

He knew it had been some time since he’d last responded but had it really been so long? It must’ve been. Given the five unopened envelopes sitting in his mailbox. It had made him smile to see so many of your letters greeting him home. Like the warmest hug he could ever hope for, only second to the real thing, of course. Until he opened them…

“I miss you on the train, I miss you in the morning… please write back soon…” Jack’s eyes immediately filled with tears as he finished the last of your many unanswered letters, his heart squeezing painfully in his chest. His fingers ran over every tear stain, every smudged letter, and finally on your rushed signature at the bottom of the page. He grabbed his phone from his desk drawer and finally turned it back on. An influx of messages and missed calls greeted him. All from you. How could he have been so careless?

His eyes scan over the notification banners of every message, each one sounding more and more saddened than the last. He’d missed you, of course he’d missed you. He always missed you. But these last few missions in particular had left him little time to breathe let alone think about anything other than what had been directly in front of him. He had been surrounded by different terrains and different creatures for so many nights. One of those times in his life where he’d been forced to be more monster than man, simply for survival’s sake. Thankfully Ted had kept him somewhat sane. So, when the ManThing had gone missing once again, he’d been pulled back into the Wolf’s mentality in order to save them both. 

As he read the last message he knew what he had to do immediately.

“Ay no. No, no, no, no.” He didn’t even bother to pack a bag, booking the quickest flight he could as he left the house only after a quick change of his clothing. 

He had to make this right.

You’re in bed, your mind still on Jack and the letters. It’s late in the day and the last twenty-four hours since you sent the last letter have been somehow harder than the last two months combined. Bleary-eyed, you grab your phone and open it up. Still no call-back, and your messages haven’t even been read by Jack yet. You decide to send one more text. Just one more.

“Have you forgotten about me?” 

You expected maybe a text. Or a call. What you don’t expect is an urgent knocking on your door only moments later. Your heart skips a beat and you almost run to the door, your mind telling you it's impossible even as you yank it open and take in the sight before you.

“Jack?” He’s out of breath, his hair hanging in his face as he pants, leaning himself against the doorway. You only barely notice the taxi that dropped him off leaving your driveway a moment later. “H-How-?”

“How could you?” He asks, and he sounds wounded. You’re at a loss for words, relieved that he’s here but confused as to how he got here. All you can do is take in his appearance. He looks tired, he looks worn down. His eyes have the deepest shadows you’ve ever seen on him and his scruff is the most grown out he’s ever had it. But all your mind can think is: heshereheshereheshere. You don’t realize he’s speaking again until he bends down slightly to meet your eyes. 

“Do you think I’ve forgotten about you??” He demands, upset, but not angry. His voice is a grave, intense whisper and the pain in his eyes makes the hazel in his eyes burn like molten amber. Pure incredulous disbelief paints his features and you can’t respond for a full minute.

“You… You didn’t answer my letter. My messages, my calls… You always answer my letters.” You mumble in response, your voice almost detached as your mind just can’t register the fact that he’s standing right in front of you. He slumps for a moment, nodding, before stepping towards you and sweeping you up into his arms. You both embrace each other tightly and despite the restriction, you find yourself able to breathe in what feels like ages. He’s safe, he’s warm, he’s here. Your eyes close as you melt into him, feeling one of his hands cradle the back of your hair, while the other rubs your back. You’re both silent, just breathing together and reveling in the fact that you’ve reunited. You pull away after a moment, just to look at him again. Your eyes dart all over him as you soak in as much of his appearance as you can.

“I was away. I wasn’t home. I felt my phone. I-I’m sorry.” The words stumble out of his mouth quickly as he makes you meet his eyes. Your gaze locks on his for a moment as you try to catch your breath, your mind still lightly spinning. 

“I thought you forgot about me.” Your voice is almost timid as you speak and you see something in his eyes change. A fierce shift of protection you rarely ever see in Jack. He hugs you again, even tighter this time and the two of you don’t speak for a long moment as he holds you close to him. His scent permeates your senses and you breathe in deeply, your eyes closing as you bask in his warmth.

“Ni lo pienses.” His voice is a low mutter into your hair as he rubs your spine gently with his palm, his touch comforting and reaffirming his presence. You let out a shuddering breath that’s almost a laugh as you melt into him further and he melts right back. Both of you somehow keep each other upright as you hug one another so tightly you’re almost sure you’ll have bruises in the morning. But that’s the last thing on your mind right now. You pull away to bring him into the house, getting both of you out of the chill and the rain into the warmth of your house. You both feel like thousand-pound weights have been removed from your chests.

He’s here... and he's not going anywhere.

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Can you please write more stuff for Jack russell. There is not enough about him. But if you dont mind can you write dom amab reader and sub Jack russell. And with Jack being praised and possibly edged.

Note: sorry it took so long, I'm really not that great at writing anything other than headcanons, but I really hope you like it, also I'll say it again, English is not my native language sorry if there are any mistakes

DAY IN

JACK RUSSELL (MARVEL) X MALE READER

Plot: see request above

CW: n/sfw, smut, unprotected sex, AMAB reader

WORD COUNT: 1.4k+

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You sat on the sofa, jack resting his head on your legs, watching some shitty movie. You didn't have much to do, everything in the house was clean, you were all done with work, and jack wasn't in the mood to go out.

"This is boring" you said stroking his hair

"It is" his said with closed eyes, enjoying the head rubs.

You sat like this for another minute before you decided to do something "fun", slowly stroking down his face, feeling his freshly shaved face and warm breath on your fingers.

You reached his throat, his pulse quickening, Squeezing a little and continuing down to his collarbones and chest. He started breathing faster, shifting in your lap

"What are you doing hermoso?" He said nervously

"Shh" you shushed him sliding your hand to his nipples and playing with them.

You felt them slowly hardening and jack making small and quiet grunts, finally making him moan when you rolled one in between your fingers.

Taking the hand out of his shirt, you lifted it up and helped him get it off, sliding your fingers down his stomach to his happy trail, going past the waist band into his boxers.

He was already half hard, thanks to the werewolf horneinnes, so you started stroking him slowly, using the pre cum as a lubricant. He whined like a puppy and started bucking his hips up, trying to make you go faster, but just as he started getting harder you took your hand out making him pout in frustration.

"Up" you commanded and he stood up in a second "strip"

His pupils dilated and cock jumped in his underwear, oh how he loves when you tell him what to do.

He slowly pilled his clothes off until he was standing in front of you all naked, cock fully hard and red, leaking with pre cum.

"Come here" he climbed on top of you, wrapping his legs around yours and hands around your neck.

You kissed him slowly, savoring the bitter taste of coffee on his lips, swallowing every little sound he makes. He pressed closer to you, trying to touch as much of you as possible, grinding his sensitive cock on the rough fabric of your pants.

He looked angelic, so desperate, cheeks flushed with a bright red color, heavily penting and gripping your shoulders for dear life.

"Ok you can continue" you gave permission to unzip your pants, he did with trembling hands eagerly taking you in his hand and rubbing your cocks together. You let out a sigh, marking his mascular thighs with your fingernails.

You decided it was enough and flipped jack on his back, taking off your clothes completely.

"Lube?"

"No, no please, I need you now-"

"I don't wanna hurt you, be patient and wait a minute " you packed his soft lips and got up to take the lube from your shared room, taking your time on the way back. Don't get the wrong idea, you did want to fuck Jack's brains out, but you also wanted to see his desperate face, begging you to touch him.

When you came back down you saw him touching himself.

"What do you think you're doing"

Not giving him time to answer you took his wrists and pinned them above his head.

"Naughty boy, now I gotta wait before fucking you."

He cried out begging you to go inside him, but you didn't give in.

You took off your clothes, putting his legs on your shoulders and and hugging him closer to you.

Bending down you placed wet kisses on his inner thighs, sucking and biting the tender skin. You left marks everywhere, his thighs, ass, and carefully licking his entrance. You looked up to jack gripping his hair with one hand and his knee with the other. His mouth opened soundlessly eyes rolling back.

Continuing licking the pink ring and going in with your tongue.

"Ah please, please amor, i- I need you"

You smiled at his begging and the nickname, you lived when he spoke Spanish to you, he always called you hermoso, amor or Cielito. Sometimes jokingly referring to you as papi chulo.

Just the use of the word made you softer "patience" you told him, sucking on his balls and than his cock.

You licked around the big vein that popped on his length, going up and down, driving him insane. The salty taste on your tongue gave you shivers.

You went up and sucked on his tip, earning a loud moan from your boyfriend. Using teeth a little to torture him (he loved it) and sliding your tongue in his sensitive slit. He was already shaking, even you didn't even begin yet, as you planned. Going down deeper until you could feel his pubes, and the end of his length at the back of your throat choking you.

His little noises were heavenly, but you desperately wanted to make him loud, make him scream. You didn't care about the neighbors at that moment, the worst they could do is give you a dirty look.

You took your mouth off of him with a pop to take the bottle of lube in your hand and put some on your fingers. Rubbing them together to make it less cold you carefully circled around him and slowly inserted two if them in his pulsing hole. He let out a relieved sigh, taking everything he can get from you.

You moved your hand in and out adding fingers every few minutes. When you felt he was all ready and relaxed you took your hand out, making him cry in protest shortly followed by a loud moan when you slipped your hard cock in.

His toes curled and you swear he looked like he was about to pass out.

"Ay dios!" It's like he forgot the English vocabulary, his brain went blank.

You started slow, pumping into him with a steady rhythm, feeling him warm and tight around you.

You were going painfully slow, not wanting to give in to your lover's begging. His breathing was heavy, chest rising every second, tears falling down the sides of his face.

"You're doing so good" you reached up his face petting his hair in a comforting pace "you want me to touch you?" You whispered in his ear, leaning forward towards him.

"Yes, yes, por favor" he somehow managed to say those words without stuttering, tightening his legs around your waist, pushing you even deeper.

Softly kissing his lips you started sliding you hand down his body until you reached the lower stomach, where his red tip was laying and leaking all over.

"Alright, just because you've been a good boy today"' the nickname always made his body tingle, sending warmth down.

Wrapping your hand around him you started stroking him matching the pace of your own thrusts.

He couldn't keep quiet anymore, making the most beautiful sounds you like so much and bucking his hips up.

"Yes that's it, don't hold out on me" you started increaseing the speed of both your hand and pushes, feeling the familiar feeling down your stomach spreading to your legs.

Forcingly pushing yourself in, your couch started squeaking.

"Do you wanna cum?" Trying to catch your breath, not stopping for even a second.

"Sí, Sí, por favor, te lo ruego" god how you loved when he speaks Spanish, especially in times like this.

You sped up as much as you could, even though you legs hurt and you could barely breathe, but it was worth it when you so the expression on Jack's face; his mouth wide open, not making a sound, head tilt backwards and hand gripping your hand that holds up his legs.

He made a painted scream as he came all over your hand and his chest. The sight made you desperate to cum, continuing to fuck him throughout his orgasm, eventually spilling inside him , warmth spreading through him.

You let out a breath, slipping out and collapsing on top of him, you sweaty bodies connecting together and your boyfriend's cum smearing between the both of you.

"You know, we still need to clean you up" you spoke after minutes of silence, taking his face in your hand and turning him towards you kissing his swollen lips

His eyes went wide, breath catching in his throat.

You bent down to start you job.

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!GIF IS NOT MINE!

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Nonviolent Communication - Part 21

Pairing: Spider-Man!Miguel O'Hara x Spider-Woman!Reader Summary: Día de Los Muertos, year three. Word Count: 11.6k Warnings: possible second hand embarrassment at the beginning; a new character introduced; some Spanish, but translations are in-text; mention of deceased loved ones; fluff and more fluff; face painting due to the celebrations; I think that's all??? 🤭 A/N: Hiii, just want to remind everyone that three new chapters were posted in early October. I know some readers missed one or two because the algo sucks, so check this post out to access all three chapters just in case you missed one! Music Inspo: "Cuando Vuelva a Tu Lado" - Eydie Gormé, Los Panchos "Recuérdame (Arrullo)" - Gael Garcia Bernal, Lucy Hernández "Remember Me (Lullaby)" - Gael Garcia Bernal, Gabriella Flores, Libertad García Fonzi Masterlist

Part 21

You look around your apartment, making sure your place looks decent for the hundredth time. It smells good, you know that. Miguel told you so when he arrived earlier for breakfast with you. Unfortunately, he had to leave because you have a guest coming.

With a sigh, you return to your small kitchen to look at the coffee pot and freshly baked pastries you made for the occasion.

Despite spending the night in Nueva York at Miguel’s penthouse, you came back to your own place to bake because you’re expecting a person you never thought you’d be welcoming into your apartment ever again: Harry Osborn.

It’s been some time since you’ve seen him and ever since then, you decided to give him another chance. After debating for so long, you felt that it was right. At least, a part of you does. You have a feeling that neither Miguel nor the rest of the spider gang are happy with your decision because of Harry ditching you when you needed someone the most. You don’t blame them. If you were in their shoes, you’d probably dislike Harry, but well, you’re not in their shoes and you know Harry personally. There’s history with him, all the way to elementary school years. How can someone ignore that? Yet again, Harry did once, you suppose. You ultimately decided to do this for Peter, for his sake.

You figured he’d be open to giving Harry another chance, to maybe find out what happened, though that’s not a revelation you’re searching for right away. You’re sure with time, Harry will share the reason for his abrupt exit from your life. You’ve wondered already what the reason or reasons were, but none of your own explanations make sense. There was never a reason for him to do such a thing; to walk out of your life like you were no one to him.

There were no signs and that’s what made it hurtful, even if you were planning on cutting ties with him anyway when you thought you were doing everyone in your circle a favor by shutting them out. It came out of nowhere, just like your encounter with him that day at the flower stand, and now, you’re waiting for him to arrive to your home once more, so many years later.

You wipe the counter with a kitchen towel, feeling a bit anxious about this considering you’re practically strangers. Sighing heavily, you wish you were either going to be alone for the next hour or so, or back in Nueva York with Miguel at the penthouse.

You look at the spot where Miguel sat earlier during breakfast, the seat now empty. The two of you agreed that it was too soon for him and Harry to be introduced, at least in person and formally, so Miguel left about fifteen minutes ago.

That’s why you’re waiting for Harry alone, even though you wish you could’ve gone through the same multidimensional portal Miguel, who looked equally unenthusiastic about leaving you, opened. He didn’t say anything, but you could see and sense the hesitation. He didn’t want to leave you alone, but he had to.

Your cleaning ceases when you hear a knock at the door, realizing Harry is here. Breathing in and then out, you make your way to the door and look through the peephole to confirm. Seeing it’s Harry, you unlock and open the door with hesitation.

In front of you, Harry stares back at you, dressed in a business suit despite the fact that it’s Saturday, the second of November — Día de Los Muertos [Day of the Dead]. You notice he’s holding a bouquet of pretty flowers, but you don’t pay any more attention to it beyond that. Meeting your gaze, Harry offers a small smile, which you return.

Then, at the same time you offer your hand for a handshake, Harry steps in for a hug. He ends up running into your hand, freezing at the formal gesture before backing away in embarrassment.

“Sorry -” you start, lowering your hand.

“No, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that,” Harry apologizes with an awkward smile. He steps back again and then, simply offers the flowers. “These are for you. I was driving by the same little flower stand we ran into the other day, and I thought some flowers would be great since your building is back and running. Well… has been for a bit, but since I just arrived to the states, you know…” Harry trails off.

“That’s thoughtful of you, thank you,” you answer, carefully taking the flowers. “Come in.” You gesture for him to enter, closing the door once he’s inside. You lead the way to the kitchen. “Please take a seat. I have some coffee and freshly baked pastries.”

Behind you, Harry thanks you as he settles on the kitchen counter, taking one of the two chairs — Peter’s, or at least the chair that used to be his. “It’s so great to see you again,” Harry starts as you find a vase to place the flowers in. “I… Thank you for — for calling me back. I know you needed some time to think about it, and I… I’m grateful to have heard back from you. To be here after all this time.”

“I’m glad to have you here,” you answer, giving Harry a smile before continuing to fix the flowers. “Thank you for the flowers, by the way. They’re lovely.”

“Of course, I’m glad you like them,” he answers.

“Coffee?”

“Yes, please,” Harry replies, prompting you to withdraw two mugs from a cupboard, even though you already had one coffee with Miguel. You carefully pour the fresh coffee and fix some pastries on a plate before placing everything on the counter.

“It smells great in here,” Harry comments, flashing you a grin when you place the mug in front of him. “It always smelled amazing here though, with your great baking.”

You hum and offer a smile, staring at the man you never thought you’d see in this apartment again. Seeing him sitting in front of you, with the rest of the apartment behind him is a strange sight. You can’t help but think that Harry looks out of place, even though there was a time in which he visited this place every weekend. He was once in photos that decorated your gallery wall, too. You swallow subtly. “Thanks. It’s the baking. It’ll make your home smell great for hours. And, the oven will warm up the place — so it’s perfect for the colder months, too.”

“Yeah, I can see that. It’s so cozy in here. It always was,” Harry says, looking around the kitchen for a few seconds, observing, or perhaps remembering the days he used to come over.

You’re about to respond with another weak answer when there’s a knock at the door. You both look equally surprise to hear it.

“Are you expecting someone else?” Harry asks, looking over his shoulder and at the door.

“No,” you answer, putting your mug down and walking around the counter towards the door. “Let me see who it is. Might just be a neighbor,” you add, reaching the door. You peek through the peephole, feeling your spider senses act up probably out of the nervousness and awkwardness from this get together. You step back, unlocking the door while looking at Harry. “It’s your… Chauffeur? Butler?”

“Felix?” you hear Harry ask as you open the door to face the older man.

“Hey,” you start softly. “Come in. Is something wrong?” you ask, wondering if there’s an issue.

Brown eyes thoroughly scan your face, as if memorizing it. You remember this is the first time the man has seen you up close, so you disregard his focus on your face.

“Felix?” Harry says, standing next to you now. “What’s wrong?”

“Forgive me, sir,” Felix says looking at Harry to address him before turning to you. “And ma’am. Nothing is wrong. I noticed Mr. Osborn left his wallet at his apartment and decided to bring it to him since he’s driving.”

“Oh, I could’ve sworn I did pick it up,” Harry says while Felix retrieves the wallet from his own suit. “I guess I was a little… Never mind. Thank you, Felix,” Harry continues, accepting the wallet and tucking it away. “Shouldn’t be driving around without a driver’s license, huh?” he asks, looking at you with a sheepish smile.

“Certainly not,” you answer, still standing there, feeling Mr. Felix’s eyes on you. “You don’t want a ticket.”

“Definitely not,” Harry responds. “Thank you, Felix. As always, you’re a lifesaver.”

“Happy to help, sir. I’m sorry for my sudden appearance. I hope you and Ms. Y/N don’t mind the interruption,” the man says, lowering his face slightly as a form of apology before straightening again. “I shall leave you two now and return to my duties.”

“We don’t mind,” you answer, giving him a nod of understanding. “It’s kind of you to have brought Harry his wallet.”

Felix turns to face you, eyes meeting yours. You silently decide he’s about fifty years old or so, based on his demeanor at least. He nods back. “Just doing my job, ma’am, which I take very seriously.”

“Too seriously, sometimes, Felix,” Harry says with a bit of a chuckle, clasping his hand over the man’s shoulder. “He’s a great man, Y/N. He’s been working with me for years and I don’t plan to let him go until he decides to retire, which he states he has no plans on doing, so, he’ll be my right hand indefinitely.”

Offering a smile, you extend your arm to formally greet him, a sight that makes Harry wince internally when he remembers the awkward moment you both had earlier when he arrived. You introduce yourself and shake the man’s hand when he accepts yours.

“Felix. Felix Kerr,” he introduces himself, giving you a firm handshake while holding your gaze. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, ma’am. I have heard nothing but wonderful things about you from Mr. Osborn and his father.”

“Pleased to meet you, sir. And that’s kind of you, and of Harry and Mr. Osborn,” you reply, withdrawing your hand and turning to Harry. “We’ve known each other since elementary.”

“A long time,” Harry says with a grin before he remembers that you’re not so acquainted with each other anymore. As if sensing his boss’s change, Mr. Kerr nods at him.

“I’ll be at the apartment, sir. Please notify me if you need anything.”

“Thank you, Felix. I doubt I will, but I appreciate it. Careful on your way back,” Harry softly says.

“Will do, sir. Ma’am,” Mr. Kerr addresses you once more, nodding at you before turning on his heel and leaving.

“Sorry about that,” Harry says as you gently close the door.

“It’s no problem, no need to apologize,” you answer. “You needed your wallet. Please, take a seat. Again,” you say with a soft amused smile, trying to break down the awkwardness. “Before the coffee and pastries gets cold.”

You both reach your previous spots again now that his personal assistant, or whatever title Mr. Kerr has, is gone.

Harry picks up his mug and takes a sip, smiling at you. “It’s great. Thank you for it.”

“You’re welcome.” You smile slightly, twirling a spoon in your coffee. “So… How was your trip? Did everything go smoothly?” you ask, hoping to make conversation, which you succeed because for the next thirty minutes, Harry tells you all about his trip from the elegant and luxurious hotel he stayed at, the food he ate, a brief summary of the business dealings, and what he did on his free time. You try to ask questions to keep the conversation going, showing interest. You figure this is a good way to begin to know the man in front of you again.

“But enough about me. What have you been up to? How was your move-in?” Harry asks once he’s done telling you about the different historic locations he visited on his free time.

“It went well. Smoothly,” you state. “I had to clean, a lot, but it didn’t take me too long.”

“That’s good to hear,” Harry says nodding, turning on his seat to look at the living room. “You had… help, I hope?”

You look at the living room, not answering for a few a seconds. “Yeah, I did. Thankfully,” you answer simply, not providing any more information beyond that, like how it was Miguel who helped you clean.

Harry hums and stands up, walking closer to the living room, still looking around. “It looks so different,” he murmurs. “Despite the fact that it’s still the same place.”

“Yeah… It’s been some time since you were here,” you reply, opting to keep to yourself that only over a year ago you redecorated the place for the first time. You don’t want Harry to know that you kept the apartment the same for years after Peter’s death, from the furniture to the placement of objects.

“I know,” Harry replies with a sigh, moving to touch the couch. “You’ve changed the couch.”

“I did,” you say, remembering that the old one is still at Miguel’s place in storage. Staring at the new one, you realize maybe it’s time to fully depart with the old one. You haven’t even thought much about it. You suppose it’s true what some people say: out of sight, out of mind. Perhaps much like you’ve been for Harry and him for you. “It was time to replace it, unfortunately.”

Harry nods and turns around, his eyes landing on the gallery wall where photos that included him used to be displayed. Now, there are photos of your new friends. With interest, Harry gazes at them, walking closer.

You watch him carefully, knowing this will be the first time that Harry looks at the entire spider gang and Miguel.

“Are these — Are these your new friends?” Harry asks.

“Yes,” you simply answer, moving so you can look at the photos, too. Your eyes spot the various photos that you left up since you made sure to remove every single photo in which you or any of your friends are wearing their super suits to avoid revealing your super hero identity and raising suspicions.

Harry nods again, his eyes stopping on a photo specifically — the one of Miguel and you with Mayday from New Year’s Eve. “Hm… That little kid again. What was her name again?”

“Mayday.”

“Mayday, that’s right…” Harry trails off, still staring at the photo.

Based on his interest, there’s no doubt in your mind that Harry is wondering about the man next to you in the photo, the one with the little kid on his shoulder.

“Is that her dad?”

“No. That man isn't her dad. Her dad's name is — “ you pause when you almost say Peter's name, realizing it might be weird for Harry to hear that you befriended a Peter after your own. “Benjamin. He's a good friend of mine along with his wife.”

“Benjamin…” Harry hums at that. “Is this ‘Mig’?” Harry asks, reminding you of your first encounter with him at that flower stand after years of not seeing each other. You were grocery shopping with Mayday and after a bit of conversation, Harry invited you to a coffee shop for a drink. It was there that Harry asked about your living situation because he had learned about the fire to which Mayday eagerly replied with ‘Mig’ — unfortunately revealing that you were staying at someone’s place. Thankfully, Harry didn’t prod for answers then. You recall his answer to Mayday’s simple response was that as long as you were safe, that’s all that mattered.

Now, it seems that Harry wishes to know more, especially now that he’s seeing all these new faces on your gallery wall. It must be strange for him, you realize, to see that the people you both knew once — laughed, ate, shared jokes and memories with — are no longer part of this space, and instead, there’s all these new people that are now your family, but strangers to him.

You stare at the photograph, at Miguel specifically. There’s no point in denying, or withholding information when you’ve left all these photographs out. You didn’t want to hide them. Hiding them would mean hiding the people who’ve brought you so much happiness, who have become your family. It didn’t feel right to hide them, the small family who took you in when you were all alone and helped you be where you’re now, not even to protect the feelings of the stranger in your living room who you once knew so well.

“Yes, his name is Miguel,” you finally say, not providing a last name. “And he’s my best friend,” you add, with a firmness and pride that leaves no doubt in Harry’s mind that you mean those words with every fiber of your being.

He turns to face you, tearing his gaze away from the man, Miguel, who seems to be in a lot of pictures with you. He hasn’t failed to notice that, of course. He'd be blind to not notice that Miguel makes up a big portion of your gallery wall.

In fact, the number of photos this Miguel is in, is the same amount as Peter, your Peter.

“Your best friend,” Harry repeats, with that thought on his mind. This man is your best friend, and he along with Peter, make up the majority of your gallery wall. This man is part of the gallery wall just as much as Peter, your previous best friend and lover, is. That thought makes Harry grow still before his eyes flicker to your left hand for a second, as if searching for something. His gaze returns to your face when he finds nothing special, yet the idea doesn’t abandon his head entirely. “I’m glad you have people to rely on,” he continues some seconds later, giving you a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, though you don’t notice that. “They seem like good people.”

“They are. They’ve been an amazing support system over the last few years,” you answer, turning to the gallery to scan your friends’ faces. A smile, one so warm and gentle, so tender, forms on your face.

“You truly seem happy,” Harry comments, taking notice of the smile. “I’m happy for you.” After a pause, Harry turns to the photos again. “So… This is who you were staying with… This Miguel?”

“Yes,” you simply reply. “With Miguel.”

Nodding once more, Harry turns to face the photos again. His eyes scan every photo with the man. There’s the one with you and him and Mayday on New Year’s Eve. There’s the two of you putting together some kind of furniture piece, which Harry quickly realizes is the new bookshelf in your living room.

The realization leads Harry to register the truth — this man is important to you and ingrained in your life, so much he's helped you build furniture for your apartment’s new look, which seems like a too personal task. A task that only close friends, or a boyfriend, would do. At least, in his mind it seems that way.

Harry continues to look at the photos before his phone begins to ring, startling the two of you. He apologizes for the interruption before taking the call.

Remaining in the same spot, you listen silently. It seems to be about work.

“I’ll be there soon,” you hear him say quietly. “See you in a bit. Bye.”

Hearing him end the call, you turn to face him. “Everything okay?”

“Yes… Yes, everything is okay. I just — I must go. Something came up at work,” Harry says, his tone apologetic. “I’m needed, so I must go now. Being the boss's son sometimes means work on Saturday. I’m sorry for how abruptly I’m departing.”

“That’s alright. I understand. Work is work,” you answer, genuinely. “Do you want some of the pastries to go?”

“I — Do you mind?” he asks, slipping his phone into his jacket’s pocket.

“Not at all,” you say, quickly entering your small kitchen to pack some of the pastries for him. In seconds, you gather a few pieces and wrap them up for him to take. “Here you go.” You hand him the package. “I hope you enjoy them. Maybe you can give one to your dad. Tell him I said hi, by the way.”

Harry takes the package and nods. “Thank you so much. I will. I told him I was coming here, so he knows. He was happy about it,” he says, giving you a smile before you both move to the door. Harry’s strides are long and quick, so much his handkerchief falls to the ground without his knowledge.

You stop and pick up the dark green piece of fabric. “Harry, you dropped your handkerchief.”

“Oh, I didn’t even realize,” Harry says, turning around to take it from your extended hand. He easily slips it back in place. “Thank you. For that, and for the coffee and pastries. And for having me here, in your home.” He looks down at the package with pastries, trying to formulate the words before speaking. Once he gathers his thoughts, he looks up at you again. “Thank you for the chance you’ve given me — You have no idea how much it means to me, Y/N. Thank you,” he gently states, stepping closer and looking at you.

“It was nice having you here,” you answer genuinely despite everything. “I hope you enjoyed the coffee and pastries, and of course… You’re welcomed here.”

Harry smiles slowly at you before he steps closer. “May I… May I hug you?”

You nod slowly, agreeing to it, and that’s all Harry needs. He carefully wraps his arms around you, placing his chin on your shoulder.

Not knowing what else to do, you hesitantly place your hands on his shoulders from beneath his arms, staring at the ceiling and feeling weird about hugging Harry after all this time.

You close your eyes slowly and think about all the times you’ve hugged your friends, the spider gang, before you think of someone else. Unbeknownst to Harry, you think about hugging that someone else: the man in your photos Harry kept staring at, Miguel.

You frown slightly. You got a hug from Harry Osborn, someone who hasn’t been in your life for years, before you got a hug from Miguel, your best friend.

At last, to your relief, Harry pulls back and so do you. You offer him a smile. “Go. Work calls.”

Reaching the door again and opening it, Harry gives you another smile. “Yeah, I must get going. Thank you again for everything. Be careful alright?” he says, already halfway out, his gaze sweeping over the place once more, thinking about the new look of your apartment and the fact that Miguel helped you — that that man has been here in your home and helped you redecorate it.

“Will do,” you reply as he begins to close the door. “You, too.”

“I will,” Harry says, waving goodbye and beginning to close the door, but stopping at the last second. You stare at each other for a few seconds. “I’ll see you soon, Y/N?”

You nod your head, confirming. “Yes, soon.”

“I’m relieved, thank you. Take care.”

“You, too,” you answer, waving goodbye.

With that, Harry finally closes the door. After a few seconds, you lock it and sigh, leaning on it. That was a bit awkward.

You finally push yourself off the door and clean up the kitchen before you hang the other photographs back on the wall. Over half an hour later, you change into your suit and slip out of your apartment for a quick patrol of your city, trying to clear your mind after meeting with Harry.

You swing around the city for almost an hour, stopping a bank robbery and a petty criminal from stealing someone’s purse in that time span. You eventually travel to Nueva York, where Miguel waits for you at the penthouse.

“Hiiii,” you say, offering a smile to Miguel as soon as you step out into the living room. You find him carefully laying out some of the decorations for his ofrenda [Day of the Dead altar] on the coffee table, preparing.

Hearing your voice first before he sees you, Miguel smiles and turns to face you. “Hey, how did it go?”

You sigh and sit down on the couch. “It went.”

Chuckling, Miguel sits down across from you as well, deciding to take a break to give you his full attention. “Was it that bad?”

“When he first arrived, he was going for a hug and I offered him a handshake,” you confess, feeling a rush of embarrassment at that. You press your hands to your forehead and sigh. “So embarrassing. And awkward.”

Miguel offers you a small smile of understanding, though his interest perks up when he hears Osborn went straight for a hug. He clears his throat. “That sounds uncomfortable. How did you handle it?” he asks, curious to know if you eventually hugged Osborn.

“We apologized to each other, and then, he gave me some flowers he brought,” you state, leaning back on the couch.

Flowers? Miguel watches you lean back, noticing the little get together got to you a bit. He hums, thinking about the interaction.

“We talked for a bit about his business trip over coffee and pastries. He eventually looked around the living room and saw my gallery wall. He asked about you,” you continue to share.

“He did?” Miguel asks, intrigued by that.

“Yes. He remembered that Mayday mentioned a ‘Mig’ that day we ran into him at the flower stand. He looked at one of the photos of you and I with Mayday, one from New Year’s Eve. He asked if you were ‘Mig’ and I confirmed it. I told him your name — just your first one — and that you’re my best friend.”

Hearing you say that, and the way you say it so proudly, brings a gentle blush to Miguel’s cheeks. He smiles fondly at you, elated with the fact that you told Osborn about him. Miguel silently wonders what Osborn thought about him and the rest of your friends, however.

“After that, he said he was glad that I have a support system,” you continue, telling him about the remainder of the get together, including the hug at the end.

The revelation that Osborn got a hug from you after all, leaves a slight pout on Miguel’s lips and a strange feeling he doesn’t have enough time to identify. All Miguel knows is that Osborn seems to have received what he wanted from the start.

“It was a bit awkward, but I suppose it will be like that for a bit, considering we’re basically strangers at this point. It’ll take some time before that feeling goes away. Anyway, I’m glad we had that little get together, no matter how uneasy it felt, and even gladder that I’m here again. I’m so excited to cook and bake, and help you set up your ofrenda,” you eagerly say, standing up.

“I’m excited, too. I started on a few things already to ease the workload. I’ve set up the other pots and pans we’ll be using, the dry ingredients, and the supplies for the ofrenda. I figured it would help since gathering the things takes a bit of time, too. I also finished the filling for the tamales [Latin dish].”

“Gathering everything is a process of its own,” you agree. “Collecting everything, or as much as you can, beforehand, helps so much. You avoid the running back and forth when you’re actually doing the task, and prevents you from entirely skipping a step because you’re all over the place. It’ll make the process run much smoother being organized, especially since we’re doing a lot of cooking! Do you want to start now?” you ask with so much excitement it’s clear to Miguel you’ve been looking forward to this.

“If you want to, yes,” Miguel answers, standing up as well. “But first, I think you might want to change into more comfortable clothing since we’re doing a lot.”

You look down at yourself, remembering you’re wearing your suit. “You’re right. I’ll be right back!” you tell Miguel, already halfway to the stairs.

After changing into far more comfortable clothes — clothes you’ve left in your bedroom, at Miguel’s penthouse — and turning on his record player, Miguel and you begin to work on the food for the ofrenda.

Hominy for the pozole [Latin dish] is placed in a pot to boil along with the necessary vegetables needed for the sauce and flavor.

With that done, Miguel makes the masa [dough] for tamales, so you can begin making them.

As always, you work together with ease. You move around the kitchen in sync, making steady progress while Latin romantic ballads play in the background.

You also open the packages of candy and set them on a tray to later offer to each of Miguel's family members.

Little by little, progress is being made. You reach a point in the cooking that allows you to take a break and have lunch before you both set up the ofrenda, using tables and shelves to give it two levels.

White tablecloths are used as the base before gorgeous and vibrant banners made out of papel picado [pecked paper] with intricate designs cut into it are hanged at the edge of each level. Colorful and handmade sugar skulls are placed throughout both levels along with white candles to be lit later on.

To finish, both Miguel and you add marigold flowers to the ofrenda. They're fresh and so lively, their scent filling Miguel's living room, where he decided to set his ofrenda this year.

While placing a flower down, you find it hard to believe that you’re here now. Three years ago, Miguel showed up to your apartment out of nowhere. Smiling, you recall that evening.

You were doing chores, specifically putting items away where they belonged and laundry. All of a sudden, you sensed a portal and when you stepped out into the living room, there he was, Miguel. He looked around your apartment, probably noticing the autumn decorations before you asked him if everything was okay. You were surprised by his random appearance and even more so because he looked calm, so your guess was that nothing was amiss. Still, you had to ask just in case you needed to change into your suit.

“Are you busy right now?” Miguel asked after he assured you everything was fine.

“I was just doing some chores, so, no…” you replied, unsure of why Miguel was there so late. He was calm and said nothing was wrong, so that meant there was no threat to the multiverse. At least, that was your impression.

After nodding and sighing to himself, he told you his reasoning for being there. “I would like — to show you something,” he said, meeting your gaze.

In the span of minutes, if even that, you were in the lab and looking at Miguel’s ofrenda for his family.

That was what he wanted to show you, his offering and way of honoring and celebrating those who were once in his life, but now gone. By doing so, Miguel also wanted to assure you that your own way of honoring and celebrating Peter was okay — that you weren’t alone. It was a way of reciprocating the vulnerability you had allowed Miguel to see on Peter’s birthday. And since you had made him part of your celebration, Miguel wanted to do the same for you, something that brought you so much tenderness at the time and continues to do so to this day.

Now, three years later, you’re at his penthouse helping Miguel set up his ofrenda again, just like last year. The difference now is that you’re here instead of at the lab because Miguel decided to set it up at home since he spends more time here than he did in the past. You hum softly and place the last flower before turning to look at Miguel just as he adjusts Gabriel's photo.

You smile at the sight. Gabriel, Gabriel O’Hara. How you wish you could’ve met him and Gabby, the same way Miguel wishes you could’ve.

Heck, Miguel even wishes you could’ve met Conchata. Perhaps she would’ve liked you. Perhaps she would’ve done better as a mother and grandmother to Gabby if all three of them were still alive. Perhaps.

You look at each photo before meeting Miguel’s gaze, both your mouths curving upwards into a smile.

“I was thinking,” Miguel says, still smiling, but with a hint of shyness and hesitation. Perhaps it’s too much what he’s about to say, what he’s about to offer. He scratches his neck nervously, his cheeks red. “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, or offensive. Or… find it weird, or to be too much,” he continues, rambling without realizing it. “I was wondering if you’d like to — like to add your loved ones’ photos, too?” Miguel manages to ask at last, staring at you sheepishly. He has been thinking about it for days, about asking you, but he kept going back and forth on the idea, and now it’s Día de Los Muertos and you’re both here. Maybe it’s a stupid idea, or too much since it’s about your deceased loved ones. Miguel almost begins to apologize for the bad idea, but then he notices the look of surprise and then tenderness on your face.

You slowly smile at him, a sweet smile. “You’re serious?”

“Yes… Yes, I am,” Miguel gently replies.

“But this is for family,” you state softly, wondering if Miguel has truly thought this through.

Miguel nods and that’s how you realize that he knows, that you’re making his point. It’s for family. He’s offering your loved ones a place on his ofrenda because you’re… Family.

You’re part of Miguel’s family.

“Oh…” you simply answer, a small knot forming in your throat before you push it down by swallowing. You smile. “Are you sure? I mean…” you look at the ofrenda, thinking. “It’s your ofrenda and I don’t have any food for them anyway, and I don’t want to crowd —”

“There’s plenty of space,” Miguel says gently. “As to the food, I can help you cook just like you’ve helped me. There’s plenty of time for it.” Noticing your smile, Miguel smiles, too. “Just say the word,” Miguel continues. “And we'll start immediately.”

That’s how, a bit later, the ofrenda is no longer only Miguel’s. It’s his and yours.

Instead of only four portraits, there’s seven. There’s one of both your parents, one of Aunt May and Uncle Ben, Peter, Conchata, Gabby, Gabriel, and Miguel’s wife. Like Miguel, you’ll be offering favorite foods and snacks later on when he does, too. Additionally, you went ahead and added belongings to your loved ones that were significant to them in life. For Peter, you’ve obviously offered his record player and favorite albums.

When you place the last one, a Billie Holiday album, you step back to look at everything. There’s even more sugar skulls, candles, and banners than before. And, the scent of marigolds? It has grown tenfold because more were acquired by Miguel, who went out on a quick trip to buy more.

You smile, feeling thankful for the kind and sweet gesture and privilege to share and partake in such a beautiful tradition with Miguel.

“There,” Miguel gently says with his own smile, staring at the ofrenda with everyone now. He hums and readjusts a flower in front of your parents’ photo before stepping back, standing next to you. “We can place the food in a bit,” Miguel offers before something catches his attention through the windows.

A few seconds later, you both walk to the windows to look closer. Vibrant holographic sugar skulls decorate the sky above Nueva York’s downtown, announcing that the celebrations have started.

At the sight, Miguel smiles softly. It’s been several years since he’s gone to any of those events. Too many years. He slowly turns to face you, noting the smile and intrigue in your eyes. He doesn’t even think about it twice before he makes another offer. “Do you want to go?” he asks. “There’s always live performances, amazing food, small businesses, and great music.”

“Really?” you ask softly, looking at him. “Do you want to go?”

With you? Anywhere. Miguel grins and nods, not sharing that thought. “I’m up for it, if you are.”

You chuckle with a spark in your eyes. “I’d love to!”

-♡-

When you reach Nueva York’s beautiful downtown, the sight of sugar skulls and marigolds greet your and Miguel’s eyes. Lively music reaches your ears and the wonderful, mouthwatering scent of food sold from food trucks reaches your noses.

As you both walk side by side, you notice children eagerly pointing to the holographic sugar skulls in the sky, trying to get their adults’ attention. Countless of people walk around with their faces painted in the traditional sugar skull makeup with intricate patterns. You also notice that many girls and women walk around with beautiful and bright hair accessories, many of which include big flowers.

Pulling your jacket closer to you due to the chilly weather, you smile in delight because of the spirit. There’s always an energy to Nueva York, but tonight, you can sense a different kind — one that seems to be almost pulsing. You silently wonder if that energy comes from those who have departed this physical world, but are visiting their loved ones still on Earth once more.

Your thoughts are interrupted when a lady from a small booth beckons Miguel and you with a bright smile. You glance at Miguel before looking back at the lady, quickly realizing the service she’s providing: painting people’s faces for the celebrations.

“Would you guys like to have your faces painted? I have a special price for couples!” the woman offers, still smiling.

You look away with a small smile. There it is again.

Only three weeks ago on Miguel’s birthday, back in your universe, Mr. Stanley assumed Miguel is your boyfriend. Now, there’s this lady also making the assumption. Thankfully, Miguel didn’t seem to mind. He said it was an innocent assumption, which calmed your worries about him being offended that day.

Next to you, Miguel scratches his neck after hearing the woman’s words. Once again, someone has assumed you’re dating. Despite how many times he’s been told that personally, Miguel still finds it surprising. Do the two of you give that impression? He wonders, considering that this lady has to be the fifth or sixth person to make that innocent assumption. He then wonders how many more people make that silent presumption just from seeing the two of you walking around. Before he has a chance to think further, like what does it mean that you’re being mistaken as a couple, you smile and walk to the booth to look at the different design options. And, of course, Miguel follows you.

“You can do matching, or different designs if you wish,” the lady offers. “I can do different eye colors, too. And, just letting you know, my friend in the next booth is selling hair pieces if you’d like to complete the look, señorita [miss].”

“That sounds lovely! Thank you for letting me know,” you answer politely before looking at the lady’s work again.

“Do you want to get it done?” Miguel asks after he thanks her, too.

“I…” you trail off and look at him, wondering if it’s okay.

“If you want to, you should. It’s fun,” Miguel gently says with a small smile. “We have time, too.”

“Alright!” you happily answer before the lady leads you to a chair and begins to ask you what design you’d like.

Meanwhile, Miguel watches from the side, intrigued by the process. He leans on a street lamp, slipping both his hands into his pockets as he quietly listens to you and the lady make small talk while she paints your face. Unbeknownst to him, Miguel looks like a devoted boyfriend and/or husband, waiting on his partner.

To Miguel’s surprise, it doesn’t take long for the lady to finish the makeup, but then again, he realizes that the lady must have a lot of experience and your face is probably one of hundreds she’s painted today alone.

You stand up and look at yourself through a handheld mirror that the lady offers you, admiring and thanking her for the wonderful service before you return the mirror. You then reach into your pocket for money — cash you’ve converted to this dimension’s — to pay the lady, but before you even get a chance to pull it out, Miguel has already handed the woman a bill.

“Miguel —” you start, but Miguel politely shakes his head at you just as the lady, who silently finds the interaction cute, takes the money.

“It’s on me. Keep the change, doña [short for señora/madam],” Miguel says.

“You’re paying for two people, mijo [term of endearment; my son],” the lady says. “Let me give you your change.”

“No, that’s alright, really,” Miguel insists.

“At least, let me paint your face, mijo. You’re not only paying for your girlfriend’s, but for one more person. You might as well.”

“I don’t…” Miguel starts, but trails off. He’s unsure of how to explain to the kind lady that he’s not open to someone touching his face plus feeling sheepish because she’s called you his ‘girlfriend’.

“Your girlfriend can do it, if you want,” the lady offers, picking up on Miguel’s reluctance.

Standing there, your cheeks feel hot. Not once, but twice has this lady said you’re Miguel’s girlfriend. Pushing past that, you glance at Miguel. “I can if you want, Migs,” you offer.

Miguel looks around for a few seconds before nodding. “If that’s okay… Alright.”

Once Miguel agrees, the lady quickly sets things for you on the other side of the table, so she can continue to work if other customers arrive. In a minute or two, you’re sitting in front of Miguel with a makeup brush in your hand. You begin by painting his entire face with white paint, just like yours. While you do so, Miguel stares at the tent’s ceiling, not failing to notice how close the two of you are sitting. You’re so close to each other that your knees are slightly pressed against each other’s.

After a few seconds, Miguel finally looks at you. His gaze travels over your face, taking the opportunity to look at the painted details now that you’re closer. His eyes stop at your own, noting that you chose a light purple color for eye shadow.

“You chose purple,” Miguel states as you paint one of his cheeks, almost done with the white paint.

“Mhm,” you simply answer, eyebrows furrowed. You look away to gather more paint before resuming. “I chose it because of Gabby, since she loved the color lilac.”

Miguel’s lips part in surprise. He hadn’t made that connection, but now that he knows, his chest flutters with ternura [tenderness]. You chose it for Gabby, his daughter. He smiles, even as you work the brush against his cheek again. “That’s so sweet of you,” Miguel says very softly so the lady doesn’t hear.

You smile back, your cheeks warm. “I just thought it would be… Nice. In her honor.”

“It’s more than nice. It’s sweet, Dulzura,” Miguel answers. “It’s a sweet gesture and I like to think that wherever Gabby is… Perhaps here… She’s appreciating it.”

“I’m sure she’s here,” you answer, reassuring Miguel. “With you.”

Smiling, Miguel nods. “With us.”

“With us…” you repeat softly, your chest filling with happiness at the fact that Miguel said ‘with us’.

Once done with the white paint, you switch to black paint and begin to draw the lines on Miguel’s face. You do the cheekbones and teeth first, finding it the easiest to do. Then, you do his nose by drawing an upside down heart at the tip, finding it cute. You draw circles around his eyes next, tracing Miguel’s orbital cavities, before filling them in and adding a decorative outline.

When you reach his forehead, you think about it. You had flowers drawn on yours, but you don’t want to do that for Miguel. You wish to do something different, something more fitting for him, but what? You hum softly before you begin to draw.

You carefully draw a sun in the middle of Miguel’s forehead, with little rays coming from it to indicate that it’s shining. When you’re done with that, you add a few more details above Miguel’s eyebrows. With a smile, you pull back when you’re fully done and grab the handheld mirror so Miguel can see the final result.

“You drew a sun,” Miguel murmurs with a smile when he sees it.

“Yep,” you say proudly. “Solecito [little sun].”

Miguel’s eyes move from the mirror to you, finding a grin on your face.

“What?” you say. “Some time ago, you jokingly said you were everyone’s solecito. ‘A ball of sunshine’, if I recall correctly.”

“It was sarcasm,” Miguel says, chuckling. “I’m not.”

You sigh and put away the makeup brushes. “For them, maybe.”

“Wh-what?” Miguel stutters, caught by surprise.

With a smile, you close the paints. “I’m saying you’re a ball of sunshine. To me.” You look up, closing the last paint. “Solecito.”

“Solecito,” Miguel repeats, his cheeks growing hot. “Little sun.”

“Mi solecito [my little sun],” you say this time, nodding with a warm smile, leaving Miguel speechless when you add the ‘mi’. Your little sun. You’re saying he’s your little sun. You stand up and grab the materials before walking to the lady to return them. “Here’s everything, ma’am. Thank you so much!”

Meanwhile, Miguel’s brain is having a moment. He’s never been given such a nickname by anyone. Ever. And now he’s your little sun — your ball of sunshine. Miguel’s cheeks grow hotter the longer he sits there, your sweet nickname echoing in his mind, leaving him flustered.

Your solecito.

“Are you ready for the live performances?” you ask, standing in front of him, so eager to go while Miguel’s brain is short circuiting.

“Si [yes],” Miguel replies, clearing his throat. “Yes. I’m ready.”

Miguel forces himself to stand up, trying to push past his pleasant surprise from your new nickname for him. You both thank the lady and wish her well with her business before walking away, happy with the service.

Walking again, Miguel continues to push past his feelings when he spots the small business the lady who painted your faces mentioned earlier. His gaze quickly sweeps over the beautiful hair accessories, which reminds him of the lady’s words, about how you can complete your look with something like that. He stops walking, something you quickly notice.

“Miguel?” you ask, wondering what’s up.

“There’s hair accessories,” Miguel states, staring at one of the tables with organized accessories. He flashes you a grin and gestures for you to follow him before he walks to the booth, leaving you wondering.

You slowly reach his side, finding him already talking with the owner.

“We have several options. Are you looking for a specific color?” the woman asks.

“Hmm, Dulzura,” Miguel turns to face you. “Do you want it to match your makeup?”

You smile, realizing. “I suppose it would be appropriate,” you answer.

“Something purple, please,” Miguel politely says before the lady shows the two of you all the options she has.

The lady shows you headbands, bows, and other cute dainty hair accessories — all with the color purple in different shades. You watch with careful attention as she shows you thing after thing, all so beautiful you’re undecided on which one to buy until you turn to Miguel, who lifts a headband from another table to inspect it. Gazing at it more closely, you realize the headband has handmade flowers out of lilac and white ribbons. It also has some hints of pink due to smaller decorations glued to the ribbons for a little dazzle.

“That one, please,” you say with a smile.

“This one?” Miguel asks with a smile, moving it forward so you can get a better look at it.

“That one,” you confirm, finding it beautiful.

“We’ll take this one, then,” Miguel says, looking at the price tag. Before you even have a chance to pull out your money, Miguel, once again, pulls out his wallet and pays.

“Miguel,” you say softly.

“What is it?” Miguel asks, already knowing by the little pout on your lips.

“You can’t keep paying for everything, you know.”

Miguel grins. “It’s my treat, so please let me,” he answers with amusement before he steps closer to you. To your immense surprise, Miguel steps even closer while holding the headband in both hands. He moves them closer to your head carefully and slowly, as if to avoid startling you. And then, to add to your growing surprise, Miguel gently slips the headband on your head.

You’re so caught off guard by Miguel’s brave gesture that you’re not sure if you misheard yourself gasping, but you’re aware of your widened eyes and parted lips.

Happy with the way the headband looks and how it adorns your hair, Miguel steps back with a soft smile. A gentle blush covers not only his cheeks, but also the top of his ears. For a few seconds, Miguel seems to avoid your wide gaze out of shyness. At last, he meets your eyes, still finding surprise on your face. “Does it feel okay?” Miguel asks, slowly and almost reluctantly taking another step back to give you space.

“Ye-yes,” you answer softly, speechless. You clear your throat and smile, trying to shake off the surprise, or at least not make it so obvious that you're shocked. “Yes. It's fine. Perfect, actually,” you continue with a smile.

“Good,” Miguel says with a small grin. “Now your look is complete, Dulzura.”

“Your change, sir,” the business owner says, dropping the money on his hand.

While Miguel thanks the lady, your eyes land on a beautiful bow. It's lilac with little white pearls lining the two tails. You gently pick it up, imagining that little girl with the toothy smile who loved science and fútbol so much wearing it.

In seconds, you imagine what it'd be like if she was here. You can picture Miguel carrying her on his shoulders, both their faces painted for the celebrations. If she was walking, you can imagine her holding his hand as they walk, tugging him to the small businesses to see everything. You even imagine her pulling him to this booth and picking this very bow because it matches her dress.

Smiling, you check the tag before pulling money out. “I'd like to buy this one, please,” you tell the lady once Miguel finishes talking with her.

Miguel turns to look at you, surprised. “You should've told me you liked that one, too. I can pay —” Miguel starts but you hand the money to the lady before he can finish.

“It’s for Gabby and I wish to pay for it,” you gently reply to Miguel.

“Would you like to get this packaged?” the lady offers.

“Please. That way it doesn't get damaged on the way home,” you answer.

“Of course. Are you guys going home to your child? A little girl, maybe?” the woman asks the two of you with a smile, making another innocent assumption that you both have a daughter.

“I…” you trail off before you start to shake your head.

“My daughter — she — she's no longer with us,” Miguel explains gently, though not explaining that Gabby is just his daughter.

The lady's face softens when she hears that. “Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss,” she replies full of sincerity. She closes the small box and hands it to you, your money on top. “It's on the house, for your little girl.”

Both Miguel and you decline politely at the same time, but the lady gently pushes the box into your hands.

“Please. As a gift,” she insists, still pushing the box into your hands.

You accept it hesitantly, only to not come off as rude. You pick up the money bill and offer it again. “Please-”

“No, no. Please take it. For your daughter,” the lady continues, stepping back. “I want you to. Accept it as a Día de Los Muertos gift. I hope your little one enjoys it.”

You sigh softly and lower your hand. “Thank you so much,” you reply, holding the box carefully.

“Gracias, doña. You didn’t have to, but thank you,” Miguel says after you, sincerely thanking the lady.

“Of course, jovenes [young people; youths]. Please take care and enjoy the celebrations. Have a great night,” the woman says, wishing you well before another customer approaches the booth.

Miguel and you walk away and continue on your way to watch some of the live performances, holding the box closer to you to make sure the bow doesn’t get damaged somehow.

“That was so nice of her,” you say softly as you both reach the center of the downtown, where there’s already a lot of people waiting.

“It was,” Miguel answers, agreeing. “It was a kind gesture. Hers and yours,” Miguel continues. “I appreciate you trying to buy it for Gabby. I’m certain she would’ve loved it.” Miguel smiles at that, knowing it’s true.

You grin. “I was thinking about her wearing it with a matching dress.”

Miguel’s smile softens, imagining his daughter eager to wear her bow with a matching dress. It brings a warmth to his chest. “Thank you, Dulzura. She would’ve definitely worn it like that. I… I imagine she would’ve wanted me to do her hair in a ponytail to wear it, too.”

You both grow quiet, thinking about that vision until the live performances begin. With interest and enthusiasm, Miguel and you watch lovely performances by amazing artists, including a mariachi band, who sing some of the most iconic songs to Mexico and talented ballet folk dancers donning beautiful and authentic attires among other great presentations that keep the spirit for the celebrations high.

Towards the end, Miguel and you eventually decide to go home, but not before you run into an elderly couple who you both overhear quietly talking about not having enough money to buy food from one of the food trucks.

“Tenemos comida en la casa, mi amor [we have food at home, my love],” the elderly man said. “Maybe in a few weeks we can buy the ingredients and make this meal ourselves. We can save for it.”

“You’re right, Balby. We should go home now,” his wife answered.

Hearing that, neither Miguel nor you could simply walk away. So, you bought the couple dinner and even gave them extra money for food. You’re not sure how much it was in total, but Miguel gave them plenty and you gave them what you converted a few days ago. Knowing they’ll be enjoying a great dinner, Miguel and you wish them a good night before you walk away, wanting to go home to complete the ofrenda and have dinner.

While you both walk away, side by side as always, the elderly couple watch you from their seats.

“So you were right, mi amor,” the man says with a grin.

“I always am, Balby,” the woman answers with satisfaction. “Those two have pure and courageous hearts. And they’re meant to be together.”

“I cannot deny it,” the man says. “Even I can see that. However will we pay them for their kindness tonight?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” the woman says, watching the two figures fade into the crowd.

“How about a wager, mi amor?”

“No wagers tonight!” the woman replies before they both disappear, invisible to everyone else, to pass on the kindness Miguel and you gave to them.

[Characters from The Book of Life film; La Muerte and Xibalba (Balby)]

It takes less than half an hour before you reach the penthouse, and upon arrival, Miguel and you change into lounging clothes before heading to the kitchen to reheat the food. In the meantime, Miguel also makes pancakes with chocolate chips for Gabby, wanting those to be freshly made.

Once everything is ready, the food is offered.

Plates with tamales and pink conchas are placed. Bowls with delicious pozole, too. A fresh batch of chocolate chip pancakes is set in front of Gabby’s photograph. Apples and oranges are placed for Conchata and strawberries for Gabby. The various kinds of candy you placed on a tray earlier are distributed between Gabby and Gabriel, which include Paletas Payaso, Canel’s gum, and Pulparindos. And of course, Miguel didn’t forget his loved ones’ favorite drinks like the Jarritos and Chocomilk for Gabby.

Your parents, uncle Ben and Aunt May, and Peter had their favorite foods and drinks served, too.

To complete the ofrenda, Miguel places other offerings for his loved ones. He begins by putting a few things for his mom and his wife. When he’s done with their portions of the ofrenda, he moves to Gabriel’s part. Miguel smiles at his brother’s photo before he gently pulls out Gabriel’s green scarf from his pocket, placing it on the lower level in front of the photograph, offering it.

At last, there’s the youngest O’Hara, Gabby. Like previous years, Miguel places dolls for her, from a scientist to a soccer player and a few other toys. He offers a few new books because she loved to read, books he bought a few days ago with you at his side. From the bag in which he stored everything, he also pulls out a soccer ball. It was a must, of course. And finally, Miguel places her guitar, too, hoping that wherever Gabby is, she can enjoy her beloved guitar.

“I almost forgot,” you say softly, walking closer with the packaged bow. You offer it to Miguel, so he can place it, but Miguel shakes his head.

“You place it,” he replies. “I know you were going to buy it for her, so you should do it. It’s alright if you do so.”

“Are you sure?” you ask, not wanting to push boundaries.

“I’m sure, truly,” Miguel reassures you with a small smile, one you return.

With a nod, you open the box and pull the bow out, admiring it for a few seconds and thinking once more about a different timeline in which Gabriella was here, physically. You place it between the two dolls, silently hoping that Gabby likes it. You step back to look at the fully finished ofrenda. It took some time and love, but it’s completed at last and it’s so beautiful.

Both Miguel and you stand in silence, admiring it. The silence is a comfortable one, not out of grief despite the several photos in display of loved ones physically gone. It’s a silence of comfort and hope that those who have left too soon and unexpectedly come home, even if just for a few hours to share a meal with their living loved ones once more.

Miguel’s eyes trace every single photo in silence. He feels at peace, something he didn’t feel three years ago. There was too much pain, too much heartbreak. And, too much loneliness, even if he didn’t fully admit it to himself back then. Yet, three years later, Miguel stands in his penthouse — same one that felt so incredibly void and cold before, but now feels like home.

Home.

Miguel turns to face you. Things are different now. There’s less pain, less heartbreak. He’s learned better ways to manage his feelings, too, that’s for sure. Even better, there’s no more loneliness. With a soft sigh, Miguel finally breaks the silence. “Dinner?” he simply says, watching the way you turn to look at him with your face still painted, much like his.

“That sounds good. I’m actually starving,” you confess with a grin.

“It’s all that walking,” Miguel answers before he gestures for the two of you to return to the kitchen for food.

Due to the celebrations, Miguel and you go back to the living room with plates containing food to have dinner with your loved ones. You enjoy the food over conversation regarding the wonderful performances.

Not surprisingly, Lyla shows up halfway through dinner to play music for the two of you. She also takes the opportunity to sneakily take pictures for her secret, or not so secret, folder of digital content before disappearing again.

Eventually, Miguel and you take off the makeup before returning to the kitchen for what feels like the hundredth time to prepare café de olla and arroz con leche specifically for Gabby. When all is done, more than two mugs are set on one of the kitchen counters to pour coffee into them. Together, the two of you carry the mugs to the ofrenda, placing one mug for everyone except Gabby.

“Para ti no, mija,” Miguel tenderly states with a smile on his lips. He places the mug you gifted him for Father’s Day earlier this year, the one with the two bees, filled with arroz con leche and topped with a generous amount of cinnamon powder with the rest of her food. “Estás muy chiquita para tomar café todavía, but I made your favorite instead.” Taking a step back, Miguel’s eyes soften when he looks at his daughter’s photograph. If only she were here, Miguel thinks, before he settles down on the floor with you in front of the ofrenda. He picks up his mug with coffee and takes a drink, the music from earlier still playing thanks to Lyla who left it on. “Thank you,” Miguel suddenly says, turning to look at you. “For joining me tonight and participating in the tradition… For allowing your family to join mine.”

You hum and offer him a smile, holding your mug in both hands. “No, thank you… Solecito,” you reply, using that nickname again. “For allowing me to be part of it again and for inviting my family into your ofrenda. It means so much to me,” you continue. “So, thank you.”

“Siempre,” Miguel whispers, his heart skipping a beat when he hears the new sweet nickname you’ve given him. “Always… But, seriously… Thank you for being here with me again. For accepting my offer.” Miguel’s eyes meet yours, his gaze tender. He knows that his invitation for your family to join the family ofrenda might have been too much — too personal — even for best friends, but still, Miguel couldn’t help himself from making it. He turns to look at the ofrenda again, noting how big it turned out with your family being part of it. After a few seconds, Miguel turns to face you again. “Thank you.”

You smile sweetly and nod, knowing what Miguel means. Having your family join the ofrenda was certainly a personal gesture, a much more intimate one than previous ones simply because it’s about family, and it’s a gesture you appreciate so much. “Always,” you whisper back.

Much, much later, you lean back on the couch with heavy eyes. It’s late at night, about three in the morning now. Miguel and you have spent the last few hours just talking and drinking café de olla. You were feeling alert, but all of a sudden, you’re hit with a tranquility, one that seems to caress you into a sleep. You lean into it for a few seconds, closing your eyes and feeling a warmth surround — embrace — you.

Feeling the same, Miguel’s crimson eyes flutter, but he fights the sleep. Or, tries to, anyway. He glances at you, remembering your meeting with Osborn earlier today. He thinks about the hug you two shared, pondering for a bit before he finally speaks. “Dulzura?” he whispers, not sure if you’re asleep already.

“Hmm?” you sleepily respond, your eyes fluttering just to look at him.

Miguel’s lips quirk up at the sight. You look so cute when you’re sleepy. “I was just thinking about how you said your meeting with Harry was awkward at first because he went straight for the hug,” he says slowly.

“Mhm, it was,” you confirm.

“Did the hug feel awkward, too?” Miguel asks, seeing you’re more asleep than awake now.

You yawn softly, covering your mouth, and nod. “It was. It felt weird,” you respond too softly.

Miguel hums as a response, thinking. He feels something in his chest again, something he didn’t register earlier. Envy, perhaps? Envy that Harry Osborn who has only been in your life for a few months now, if even that, has embraced you before he has, even if it was awkward.

He sighs and rubs his eyes. He doesn’t know why he’s even feeling like that. It’s silly.

Right?

On top of that, Miguel also feels a bit of shame and disappointment in himself. “I’m sorry,” Miguel sleepily murmurs to you.

“What — For what?” you ask, Miguel’s words waking you up a bit.

“For… I still haven’t — You know. I haven’t embraced you yet,” Miguel replies quietly, disappointment and shame laced in his tone.

“Miguel,” you start gently. “You don’t have to apologize. Not for that, you know that. This isn’t a race. It’s a healing journey, and everyone needs their own pace to heal from their grief and trauma. You’re going at your pace and therefore, honoring your boundaries and yourself, which is so important. That’s all that matters to me.” You offer him a reassuring smile before continuing. “That’s not to say, I don’t wish to… One day have the opportunity to experience that — a hug from you, but everything at its due time, okay?” you murmur softly, as if there were other people in the room.

Miguel nods, reassured by your words and gentle reminder. “Thank you, Dulzura. I appreciate it…” he answers, feeling better. You’re always so understanding of him and his boundaries. After a few seconds, he continues. “One of these days,” Miguel tells you softly, sounding like a promise he fully intends on fulfilling.

“One of these days,” you repeat gently, looking forward to the day.

You both think about it — about the day in which Miguel will be open to that kind of physical touch. You think about what it’d feel like, to hold each other close. To learn what it's like to be in each other's arms.

When that day comes, Miguel knows he will hug you close and remember what it feels like to hug someone after so many years of going without a single embrace.

With that in mind, you both admire the ofrenda again. It somehow looks even more beautiful now in the dark living room with the candles’ dancing flames. It almost feels like they're waving at the two of you.

Still looking at the ofrenda, Miguel wonders if there’s a chance that both your relatives are here tonight. If they made it. He hopes they did and that they enjoyed the food and belongings that were offered to them.

As the minutes tick by, that wave of sleep rolls over you again and instead of fighting it, Miguel and you surrender to it this time. There’s a warmth that reaches and embraces you both. It’s so familiar neither of you can help yourselves from leaning into it like a child leans into their parents’ warmth for safety and comfort.

The last thing you both hear is static coming from the speakers from which music was just now playing. A soft, sad guitar begins to play, but you’re both asleep already — lulled by a warm, gentle, and familiar energy not visible to the human eye, but always around.

Remember me

Though I have to say goodbye

Recuérdame…

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A/N: Hiiiiiiii!! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter 🥺 Ever since last year, I wanted to write a short chapter for Día de Muertos, but alas, I didn't get the chance to, so I couldn't miss it this year!

Guys... I was giggling and kicking my feet when MIGUEL PUT THE HEADBAND ON OUR HEADS RAHHHHHHHHHHH AND THEN THE FACT HE FELT A BIT JEALOUS OVER HARRY HUGGING US??? (forgive me for screaming but !!!) and then the fact he's thinking more about it -- about hugging us!! 🥹

Also, don't mind the direct reference to The Book of Life. I was working on this chapter Thursday and listening to the official soundtrack for it because it's genuinely one of my fav movies ever, which I plan on watching tonight, and then the idea popped in my head to include La Muerte and Xibalba somehow and well... I did it. 😌

Also, what do we think about Harry? I was cringing while writing that part because they're so awkward!😭😭 But anyway, what do we think? 🤔 Side note, I was fighting the urge to make Felix a hot old man, I'm ngl 😔(I'm still imagining him to be hot, I'm sorry).

Ok, I think that's all and I must go now because my siblings are bothering me to help them with something. I hope you enjoyed it and if you did, show it some love! Take care everyone, and happy November! 💖

Alondra❤️

p.s. I haven't forgotten about chapter 20's comments and reblogs. I'm sorry for how long it's taken me to reply to them. I got behind because of the three chapters I dropped 3 weeks ago, but I promise I'll get to them this upcoming week!! Thank you so much for the amazing love and support as always!! I love you guys 💖💖🥹

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Remeber me…

Miguel O’Hara X Blk!Reader !!Fluff!!

!Coming Soon!

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AHHHHHH HIIIII, so I had a little ideaaaa and I wanna make a fic where Miguel and reader are divorced but still raise Gabriella together(Miguel started dating reader after Gabriella was born.) And although their going through a rough patch they still want to both show their love to Gabriella ykwim? I could use some tips cause this is my first time writing on tumblr😭

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this four are living in my head rent free

[cinebration]

Come Back To Me (Jack Russell x Reader) [Part 1]

Premise: Caught in a hunter’s trap, you nearly give up hope until Jack arrives to lend a helping hand.

I still have requests to do, but I HAD to write this.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

Warnings: blood, gore

Gif Source: timothydalton

Pain flared red hot through your guts, burning deep in parts of yourself you had never hoped to see exposed.

A wooden spike protruded out from your abdomen, your blood and flesh coating its surface.

Gritting your teeth, you wheezed through your nose, biting back a cry. Tears, both of pain and panic, blurred your vision. Calling for help should have been your first priority—you were weighing it heavily through the fog of excruciating pain—but if there really was a monster lurking about in the woods, alerting it to your position would be a certain death sentence.

Not that the stave that pierced you wasn’t one.

I didn’t even want to be here!

The faintest hint of a whimper slipped past your teeth. Another threatened to follow. Pressing your lips tight, you swallowed it back.

Think, you hissed at yourself. Focus on a solution.

The waxing moon hung above you through the trees, your view of the sky circumscribed by the edges of the hole you had fallen into. A very old hunter’s trap, mostly rotted from rains and new growth—but for a sharpened stick planted here and there in the rich soil. That no animal had become prey to it surprised you in a distant, removed part of yourself.

Just a stupid human, you thought bitterly.

Sucking in a painful breath, you reached behind you. Torn muscles in your abdomen pulled as you tried to feel the length of the stave sticking into your back. The pain turned white-hot. Sparks flashed across your eyes.

Darkness.

~~

When you woke, the pain resurged. Fighting the urge to flail, you tried again, struggling against the thick fog in your mind. Moving slower than before, you reached, brushing the stave with your fingers. You walked them down the length of the stick, felt sticky dirt not a few inches down.

You were nearly to the base of it.

Panic whispered in the back of your mind, sickly sweet as its volume began a steady crescendo to a roar. Shoving it back, you focused on keeping your gasps quiet and even, the throbbing in your skull warning you of hyperventilation.

I just need to get myself off this thing.

You couldn’t fathom how. Though your feet touched the ground, you weren’t properly leveraged to slide yourself off the stave, not when reaching behind you to brace yourself with both hands would knock you unconscious again.

I can’t get out.

Panic shouted then, sending a wave of icy dread over you. Tears blurred your vision again, hot against your cheeks.

“I probably deserve this,” you whispered hoarsely, the irony of the situation not lost on you despite the agony.

“Hello?”

You froze, your heart stuttering in your chest hard enough for the pain in your stomach to lance up your spine. Pain choking your voice, you called weakly, “Help.”

A face peered over the rim of the hole. Backlit by the moon, the man stood in silhouette, a dark cutout against the sky. “You’re hurt.”

“Yes.”

“Can I help you?”

You almost huffed in frustration. “Yes.”

Nodding, the shape swung itself over the lip of the hole and slowly dropped down the wall, avoiding the few staves that still protruded from the ground. Hurrying to your side, he glanced first at the end sticking out of you, then peered underneath. He sucked in a sharp breath.

Dread coiled around your throat for a moment. “What?”

“Being impaled isn’t great.”

Great, a comedian. “Yeah.”

“If I pull you off it, that could be worse.”

“You don’t happen to have a saw on you, then?”

“Uh…” He patted his pockets. “Sadly, no.”

“I have…I have a knife.”

“Oh, good, that’s helpful. Where?”

You pointed to your thigh, where it was strapped into a holster. The man deftly removed it, brandished it in the moonlight. The sharp edge gleamed wickedly.

“That’s quite a knife,” he said, his voice hesitant. “Are you a hunter?”

“Technically,” you answered. Why am I wasting breath answering these questions? As if in response, pain flared through you again, your hands clenching into fists.

“Okay, okay, okay,” he soothed, leaning over you. “I’m going to start cutting.” He hesitated. This close, you could see his features but not the color of his eyes. A funny canine pushed against his upper lip as he grimaced. “This is going to hurt.”

Nodding, you squeezed your eyes shut and focused on your labored breathing. You felt him grab the base of the stave, the vibration of that slight action traveling through you. Pain sparked along with it.

You knew when he began cutting. Each scrape of the blade against the wood sent fireworks of agony exploding through you, traveling all the way to your toes. You bit back a scream, your breath whistling through your clenched teeth, your body a taut bow.

He stopped. You exhaled with a gasp, sucked another one in. Sweat poured down your face.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispered. Brushing his hand over your forehead, he wiped away the sweat with warm fingers, his touch gentle and surprisingly soothing. “My name is Jack.”

You found your voice, hoarse and broken. “Have you done this before, Jack?”

“Yes.”

“But nothing this bad, right?”

He ducked his head, averting his gaze. “No.”

“Great.”

He brushed his palm over the back of your hand, squeezed it. “I am going to start again.”

You seized his hand reflexively.

He stared directly into your eyes, his gaze calm and apologetic. “You’re doing well. I can tell you’re very strong.”

A rueful laugh limped brokenly over your lips. “Not strong enough.”

“Very strong.” He gently pulled his hand from yours. It took all your effort not to make a noise of distress at the loss of comforting contact.

He bent down to resume. You tensed, pain dancing along your nerves.

He made a soothing sound. “Tell me how you became a hunter.”

You braced for the cutting, didn’t feel anything. Peeling open your eyes, you found him looking into your face again.

“Talk to me,” he encouraged. “Do you like…hunting?”

What is this guy? A therapist?

Your voice answered anyway. “No.”

He bent back down, disappearing from your peripherals. “If you don’t like it, why do you do it?”

“Because…”

“Yes?”

“Because I’m good at it.”

Vibrations traveled along the stave, agony lancing through you anew. Squirming, you fought to breathe, your vision darkening at the edges as you sucked in a ragged breath.

His voice managed to pierce through the loudness of the pain. “You’re doing well.”

“It…doesn’t…feel…like…it,” you hissed.

“I’m almost done. Can you hold on a little longer?”

You didn’t think you could, but you wanted the pain to stop. “Yes.”

You blacked out.

~~

“Hey,” a mildly accented voice whispered. “Come back to me. You need to come back to me, okay?”

Excruciating pain woke you violently. You twitched, jerked awake.

Soothing hands pressed against your shoulders, keeping you from moving. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Peeling open your grainy eyes, you found yourself peering into Jack’s face again. Genuine concern and sympathy colored his fine features. Swallowing thickly, you whispered, “Is it over?”

“Kinda. It’s still in there, but we’re not in the hole anymore.”

You glanced around slowly, realized he was right. You sat with your shoulder propped against a tree a few feet away from the dark opening of the pit.

Glancing down, you saw the stake did still protrude from your stomach, the fabric of your shirt torn around it like a second skin. The sight of it made you dizzy. Your head tipped against the rough bark, your eyes fluttering shut as you fought to control your breathing.

“We need to get you help,” Jack said, glancing over his shoulder. “Fast.”

“One for Sherlock,” you heard yourself say. Unconsciousness had started reaching for you again, cold fingers trying to seduce you back into its dark waters.

“Hey, you need to stay with me, okay? I know you can do this.”

“You don’t know me.”

A pause.

“No, that’s true. What’s your name?”

You laughed, seized in pain. When it passed, you managed to hiss out your name.

“See, now we know each other.”

“No, we don’t.”

“Okay, I can tell you I’m not a hunter…usually.”

“What does that mean?”

He shrugged, averting his gaze as he peered over your shoulder into the woods. “And I know you don’t like hunting but do it anyway. How many people know you don’t like hunting?”

You hesitated. “N…nobody.”

“See? You already told me a secret. We know each other.” He fixed his attention back on you, the world narrowing to the conviction in his eyes. “I know you can do this.”

You almost believed him. Nodding, you took his hands and let him lift you to your feet. The world spun beneath you, the stars above whirling. As you fought the dizziness, Jack kept his hands on you the whole time, a stabilizing anchor as you struggled to right yourself.

When the ground stopped tilting, you opened your eyes again and took a tentative step forward, then another. Each movement sent sharp pain through you, your breath more labored than before. You wanted to hunch over and curl into a ball, perhaps crawl into a hole and die.

Jack led you carefully across the treacherous landscape, steering you around and over gnarled roots hidden by damp leaves. A branch snapped off to your left.

You both froze. The forest fell silent around you.

Heart thundering in your chest, you prayed it wasn’t the creature. God knew your blood was a beacon.

A night bird resumed a tentative song. Breathing a sigh of relief, you resumed your painful trek.

A thought crossed your mind. “What are you doing out here?”

“Looking for a friend.”

“A friend? Out here?”

“Yes. They like it here.”

“Haven’t they heard there’s a monster around these parts?”

You caught the faint uplift of a rueful smile on his lips. “They aren’t afraid.”

“They should be.”

“They can take care of themselves.” The conviction in his voice brooked no argument.

“I hope so,” you muttered.

Another branch snapped, this time behind you. You froze, jerked around to look into the dark. A cry slipped past your lips as pain lanced through your pierced guts.

The silence cracked.

You felt the bullet slice through the space between you and Jack. Instinct drove you down to the floor, dragging Jack along with you. The tip of the stave smashed into the earth, shoving it back through its entrance.

You screamed, the sound shrill and guttural at the same time.

Hands grabbed you under your armpits, dragged you across the detritus. Another gunshot split the air, whizzing past and smashing into a tree.

“Not even the full moon yet,” a voice called out, “and you’re already jonesing for meat? Animal!”

Jack crouched down in front of you, your vision swinging between focused and unfocused. He grabbed your face, palms warm against your chilled cheeks. “Everything is going to be okay, okay? I have to leave you.”

Through the agony-induced fog, you latched onto him. “Don’t leave me.”

“I have to,” he apologized. “You will get hurt otherwise.”

“I’m already hurt.”

Another bullet took a chunk of wood out of the tree you leaned against. Wood chips sprayed over your hair, made you duck. Pain stabbed your gut anew.

“He’s after me, okay? I have to run away so he doesn’t accidentally shoot you.” Jack slipped off his coat and draped it over you, his voice calm despite his haste. “He can get you help.”

“Please don’t leave,” you whispered, fighting against the darkness edging your vision.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered back, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry.”

Then he was gone, his warmth vanishing. You glimpsed him hustling through the trees and melting into the darkness cast by their canopies. An altogether different pain constricted your chest.

Footsteps moved through the undergrowth toward you.

“Help,” you gasped, your voice hardly audible above your broken breathing. Blood poured through the ragged wound in your stomach, thickly pulsing between your fingers. “Help me.”

Boots stepped into view. Swearing, the man dropped to his knees, pulled off the jacket. “Jeezus. He did this?”

You shook your head, though it felt like it rolled on a loose stem. “Hunter’s…trap.”

“Shit.” The man slung his rifle over his shoulder and pulled out a large walkie-talkie from deep within his coat. “Let’s get you help, lady.”

You glanced back through the trees as he radioed for help. A shadow seemed to detach itself from a tree far ahead. For a moment, it seemed like it gave a thumbs up.

Then it was gone.

[kimhargreeves]

Hungry Like A Wolf- Jack Russell x Reader (smut)

Summary: Jack does everything he can to protect you. A wolf is known to be extremely overprotective of their significant other, Jack has had enough of fighting his instincts after his werewolf transformation and let's his true feelings for you be known.

(Warnings: mentions of blood, death, smut, female oral receiving, anal, marks, mating, doggy style, possessiveness, dominance, and other things I can't remember. Anyways enjoys since I've seen almost no one write on this man and not smut had been found, so I am here doing gods work thank you very much.)

Old soft classic music began to play throughout the Bloodstone residence. When entering the room for the first time, it is decorated with expensive and unique paintings, ancient relics hard to find along with the heads of many monsters decorating the pale colored walls. Verussa was talking to the house's Butler while now I remained seated looking at the fireplace.

Today us six hunters have gathered for Ulysses Bloodstone's funeral, and for one of us to be in possession of the blood stone.

Quiet footsteps could be heard from behind me. Immediately I rose up from my spot on the couch and I felt my heart beat faster and I smiled lovingly at the man who had just arrived. My old friend Jack Russell.

I made my way closer to him, "Jack."

The tall dark haired man looked down at me and returned the hug when I had wrapped my arms around him, I felt his head resting on my shoulder close to my neck. I took a step back and saw his eyes staring at me long fully.

"It's been weeks since we saw each other, (Y/N).  How have you been?" Jack asked resting his hands behind his back and beginning to walk by my side.

"It's been exactly a month." I remind him and feel myself become flustered when he smiled down at me. "You've been into hiding ever since we joined in that last mission."

I remind him since we were fighting a monster, he was to be defeated by me but he was too strong. Jack told me that he could take care of it, it was impossible to see anyways since it was around midnight. Jack simply told me to get to safety and leave it to him, since then, I hadn't seen him.

Jack went over to sit on the couch with me following right next to him, sitting real close to him my front facing him as I sat on my knees. "You're too awfully close, (Y/N)." Jack said nervously, back to his awkward and cute self. His Spanish accent could be heard even more.

"You've been more nervous than before." I chuckle and reached my hand forward to rest on his face and the side of head lightly running my nails through his scalp.

Jack seemingly leaned into my touch when I did that and he quickly pulled away and scratched the place where I had touched him. The action made me lightly chuckle.

"You seem a bit different. I never quite said it, but it's impressive the amounts of hunting you've done these past few months."

I rested my head against his shoulder and wrapped my arms around him, thought I felt Jack trying to remove himself from my grip. "You're always so warm too." I comment and felt his hands on my arms pulling me away.

"Is something wrong?" I ask tilting my head and noticed Jack's eyes land down my chest to my neck. Flustered he looked away and suddenly stood up fixing his coat.

"N-Nothing is wrong! I'll be right back."

I forced a smile on my face and watched Jack to go and examine the Bloodstone quickly beginning a conversation with one of the hunters in the room.

"I can almost smell the blood on your hands."

"Thank you. Aye I like the whole look with the makeup. It's a killer trademark."

"It's to honor my ancestors." Jack responds looking at Jovan the hunter.

"Yeah. Not much for honoring my ancestors and feelings like that. I just know it looks brilliant on you." The taller man says in a thick accent.

"I mean. I know the importance and anonymity in our line of work, but it gets lonely. Just want to say I'm proud to be honoring old Ulysses tonight."

"Ulysses, of course! Hard to believe he's gone." Jack says turning to face Ulysses closed coffin? I sat up and watched at it curious at why the coffin is positioned up.  

"So, any of these hacked beasties your handiwork?" He asks looking at Jack.

"No... No, but him. Him I fought a few times." He says pointing at the head. "He's never looked so alive."

This earned a chuckle from the older man. Verussa Bloodstone lifted her black veil and turned to look at us, quickly telling us to sit down. Jack came over to my side and I eagerly sat a bit closer and noticed him looking down at me.

We rounded up and did as the older woman said, we were sat down close by the fireplace and staring at the woman who stepped next to the coffin.

The older woman began to walk over to each of us, counting down the kill counts we've won. "Thirty seven kill. Forty three. Fifty seven quite impressive. Sixty seven. And over One Hundred deaths give or take." She pointed looking at Jack who seemed surprised by it.

"Over one hundred?"

"Mhm yup." Jack said staring at the woman.

Verussa walked closer to the coffin once more. "So many death dealers in one room. Oh, my dear." she stared at the coffin and talking to her husband who was inside.

"Thank you for gathering in ritual for shedding your masks tonight in honor of Ulysses Bloodstone. He was a leader, a friend, s liver without equal. Knowing his spirit would not be with us tonight to stayed his wishes for the ceremonial hunt, he orchestrated his present in other ways."

The coffin slowly started to open and I stare at the man's cadaver surprised at seeing Ulysses. The rotting body began to move like a puppet. An audio beging to play of the man's voice.

The rest of us exchange weird looks while we continue to stare at the corpse. Ulysses began to thank all of us for coming and also thanking Verussa for this moment.

This honor can only be bestowed upon the strongest and most committed to our mission. Very soon, a monster unlike anything you faced will be released into the sacred grounds. The hunter who slays this beast will become our new leader, taking possession of my Bloodstone. Good luck. I'll be rotting for you."

We all lightly chuckled and saw the coffin slowly close.

"The onto weapons permitted tonight have been placed in the garden. The stone will be affixed to the monsters hide. This will weaken it and also make it angry." Verussa says saving up the stone.

"Let's go and see who will be the first hunter to get the stone." Verussa said making us all stand up from our spot. Jack took hold of my shoulder and walking by my side.

"Time to see how this shit will go." I whispered and made him chuckle.

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Each of us entered the garden. We were all separated and as soon as I entered the gardens and began to search for stone on my own, Jack out of the sudden found me easily and told me to remain by his side. So without question I remained close to him and began to do everything as he said.

It was long after he introduced me to Ted who was camouflaged by a hedge. The monster didn't seem dangerous at all, he seemed friendly and seemed to understand everything that Jack was telling him.

"So, the whole plan was to get in here and free him? That's impressive." I praise Jack and noticed his cheeks turn to a slight red.

"I will be needing your help, though. You're the only person I can trust with this whole thing-" Jack immediately stopped and raised his head up. "Let's go." Jack quickly reached to grab my hand and made me run after him still holding onto my hand.

We rounded a corner and I was pushed against a wall and silenced by Jack covering my mouth with his hand. I remained still and stared up at him confused. Jack got even closer, hiding me with his body when we spotted someone walking nearby.

How did he hear that someone close to us? I've got a good ear but didn't hear or sense anyone.

"Let's go, (Y/N)." Jack grabbed hold of my hand again and we ran to hide inside a sort of mausoleum.

"No no!" It was too late. Jack and I dumbfounded looked back and realized that we couldn't open the door we just came through. We were now locked inside with Elsa Bloodstone.

This already felt awkward...

"Sorry..um how do we get out?" I asked and saw Elsa giving me a weird stare. Jack stepped in front of me and tried asking Elsa if there's a way out of here. The woman said almost nothing and kept to herself.

Jack looked down at me and noticed something on my leg. "(Y/N)? Are you okay?" I looked at him confused and noticed his eyes looking down at me.

My leg got harmed, or more like my thigh area. A large slash was torn on my pants and I noticed blood pouring out of the wound. I was too focused on Jack than I didn't feel the pain.

"T-This is fine." I tried to play it off when I felt the pain sweeping through and for him to not worry.

"You are not fine. You got hurt because of me." Jack began to tell to himself. "Is it okay if I wrap up your wound? It has to be right or either the bleeding won't stop." He began to tell me.

"F-Fine do it." I said looking away and feeling Jack get on his knees, he took something off from him and I felt him rip it so he could wrap my wound.

I looked over and felt a blush across my face when I saw Jack intently examining the wound and helping me stop more blood from coming out. "There you are all set." Jack said meeting my eyes.

My heart beat accelerate when I met his dark eyes. "You're going to be fine for now. No dejaré que nada más te pase." I heard Jack mutter something I couldn't quite understand, then he went over to sit over next to me.

I smiled to myself when I noticed him looking around before taking a couple of seconds to turn around and accommodate himself next to me. He reminds me of a puppy.

I closed my eyes and rested for a bit leaning into Jack and feeling his arm protectively wrapped around me

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It wasn't long after Elsa got us out, so Jack began to run throughout the maze and I was surprised he was able to run since he began to carry me. He insisted that I was weak when I wasn't feeling weak at all, so he made me jump onto his back as he carried me. It seemed that I didn't weigh at all since he didn't seem tired when he placed me back on my feet and he stood back tall.

"Stay right there." He told me when he runs back and threw a small bomb onto a wall. It took a couple of seconds for him to properly set the bomb until it exploded and Ted was finally free.

But right when Jack reached to grab the stone he was thrown back by it. I ran over to his side and tried helping him up, I held him close to me and watched the remaining hunters reunite along with Verussa and her guards.

The woman grinned when she said that he was a monsters disguised as a human. Quickly before anything could be done we were taken back into the main room and placed inside a large cage.

Elsa quickly woke up but it took a bit longer for Jack to wake up. "Jack!" I ran over to his side and wrapped my arms around his neck when he sat up, he sighed still groggy from waking up and he tiredly patted my shoulder and grabbed my face to look at me.

"Are you okay, (Y/N)?" I nodded my head many times and looked at him worried.

"How about y-you?" I asked extremely concerned over him. "Does your head hurt?!" I asked trying to be careful with him.

"Just a bit. Elsa are you okay?" He asked turning to look at the stoic woman who seemed angry and hurt by him.

"Why didn't you tell us that you're a monster?" She asked.

I remained on my knees right next to Jack and continued to hold him close. "I didn't want there to be s difference between us because of it. I won't harm you or (Y/N), once every full moon I lock myself up. I'm still human you know."

So that's why he told be to get to safety a few months ago, so I wouldn't be able to see him or for him to harm me.

"You're a werewolf then?" I ask wanting to know if I was right.

Jack turned to look at me, he seemed heartbroken and looked away from me when he nodded his head.

"It's not something I can control, (Y/N). But we have time! We have five days until there's a full moon."

"The Bloodstone can turn you in five seconds mate." Elsa spoke and looked at us both. "We're doomed anyways. So much for coming here."

I hummed and stared hopeful at Jack. "Wolves are like dogs are they not? Their main focus is smell, they recognize people they know by their scent."

"You're brilliant, (Y/N). Glad to know you caught on, but..what if this doesn't work?" He begins to question himself. "Whatever. I need your scent." Jack reached down and grabbed my shoulders and made me lean forward to him.

I became flustered when I felt him sniffing my hair, my neck, my arm and everywhere else where he needed to. "All done?" I asked fighting back a laughter when I saw his cheeks also red.

"Yes! Sorry I'll just..." Jack stuttered and stood up over to where Elsa was. She stared up at him weirdly but knew what he needed.

"Sniff away dog."

"Right..sorry." he knelt over and took her arm sniffing her not as he did with me but still. Our scent were now in his nostrils for him to recognize.

Jack just in time finished doing what he needed since Verussa and the rest of her people came into the room. She showed us the stone in her gloves hand. "Let's see if the little wolf will be able save himself and not rip apart his mate." Verussa grinned looking at me.

Jack held onto me tight and hid me behind his back. Everything seemed to go in a flash since Jack began to groan and fell down on his knees, he began to pant until their turned into ones of an animal, a werewolf. His body had contorted and his screams turned into a howl.

Elsa grabbed me and made me fall back so I wouldn't be between him and the guards. I closed my eyes and heard his howl again and I felt something being torn. When we opened our eyes we looked up and saw the cage destroyed.

The place turned into a massacre with everyone screaming and fighting against Jacks werewolf form. I made it our of the cage along with Elsa, I had grabbed a sword and began to fight with one of the hunters, quickly I dodged their attacks and was careful with my injured leg.

I panted and continued to fight with the sword until it broke into two. I'll have to use my fists then, a fight barehanded began but I was easily getting tired, the hunter I was fighting with was ready to hit me until someone jumped between us and I saw Jack in front of me.

I stared up at him surprised to see him this closely in his werewolf form. He looks bigger and a lot more menacingly.

The hunter before he had a chance to run he was cut by the throat, I cheered but the smile on my face faded when Jack turned to look at me. I slowly began to back away from him.

"Jack..I know you can hear me. It's me (Y/N), remember me?" I huffed when he pounced over onto me. I slid onto the floor and felt Jack's heavy and warm body on top of me.

I moved my face to look away when he growled loudly and began to raise his clawed hand. "Jack you need to remember me. I'm (Y/N), no matter what form you are I will always love you." I tell him turning to now look up at him.

Jack's werewolf form looked down at me and hid clawed hand seemed to stop, he's fighting back. I reached my hand to touch him but before I could he got off of me quick and went back over to where Verussa was.

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Jack was already gone once Elsa stopped Verussa from using the stone, everyone was dead except for Jack, Elsa and the butler. Ted had made his appearance be known again, now he waiting for me. Tilting my head I turned to look at the gentle giant and seemed to understand just s bit of what he was saying.

"Do you know where he left?" I ask him.

Ted grunted once and began to guide me at where Jack had gone off to. Quickly I began to follow him forgetting of the hits I received and the pain on my leg. Occasionally Ted would turn to make sure I was still following him.

We made it into the woods and by the river there was a small house, almost like a cottage between all of the surrounding trees. "Is he resting?" I asked looking back up.

Wanting to make sure if it was okay for me to enter. Ted nodded his head once and now I watched him begin to leave. I wonder where he is heading off now.

This feels like red riding hood entering granny's small home before being eaten by the wolf.

I opened the door and closed it behind me. Looking around the home I noticed it was rather small but cozy, a fireplace was still one with what seemed like the smell of tea inside. There was a small living room area with a kitchen and a bed almost by s corner.

"Jack." I softly spoke his name when I reached the bed and saw Jack slowly waking himself up. He was covered by a cloak..just a cloak. I tried to not look when I sat over by his side and saw his hair all messy.

"Ted?" I scoffed and shook my head.

"Do I look like Ted?" I joke and watched him sit up and groan a bit.

"(Y/N)?! Dios mío. Did I hurt you?" He asked concerned and tried to stand up.

"You stay still. Yes, I am completely alright." I said pushing him against the bed making his head hit the pillow.

I continued to sit down next to him and watched his tired eyes. "I wasn't scared Jack. I knew you wouldn't harm me and I was right."

Jack smiled a little and reached his hand to rub my shoulder. "I would rather die than to see you harmed by me."

I blushed staring down at my lap and turning to look up at him again. "I'll always love you you know? No matter if you're a monster or a human." Before he had the chance to talk again I leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips.

I closed my eyes and slowly I began to pull away. Unexpectedly Jack grabbed the back of my head and made me lean to kiss him again. I felt his hands grab my face while he continued to kiss me.

We both blushed looking at each other. That explains his possessive side then. "I...I want you Jack." I shyly admitted and saw him raise his eyebrows surprised but he smiled.

"A-Are you sure, (Y/N)? I mean I want you t-too, but if we continue I won't be able to stop myself. I can be a bit..rough." he shyly admitted as well looking away.

I reached back and planted another kiss on his lips. I felt my stomach turn when I let my hands wander down at his covered waist, the only thing hiding his bare self from me was the damn cloak.  "I like it rough." I whisper pulling away from the kiss.

I felt his breathing fasten and heard him growl when I let my hand wander under the cloak and my hand gripped his member and I began to pump him in my hands, making him begin to harden himself and feeling his precum on the tip. I shrieked when I felt him tighten his grip on my neck and felt him begining to kiss and bite my neck leaving marks.

I bit back a moan when he kiss the back of my ear and lightly bit on it making sure that he'll leave bruises. Jack made me stand up making me stop touching him, he pulled me on my feet and began to get rid of my clothes.

Jack turned me around and began to unclasp my top. I shyly slid the straps off of me leaving my upper body exposed. Jack's hand quickly began to kneed my breasts making me let out a moan when he began to massage them and pinch my nipples.

I rested my head against his chest when he leaned down to fully take one in his mouth, licking and lightly biting my nipple, sucking on my breasts until they would pop out of his mouth and he would resume the action. I hissed and reached my hand down to continue to pump his member making sure to apply a bit of pressure at the tipo making him kiss and bite my chest when I did it.

"Let's get this off." Jack began to slid the torn pants off of me, the wound wasn't entirely healed yet but it was closed and not bleeding. "Are you sure to continue?" He asked concerned over my leg.

I nodded my head and eagerly told him to continue. "As you wish, mi vida." Jack said kissing my thigh and making me fall back onto the bed, he got rid of the last remaining thing hiding my body. He got rid of my underwear and gripped my legs so I would open them.

My heartbeat got faster and I saw his excitement clear when he stared down at me surprised. Jack cursed in Spanish when he noticed my wet slick waiting for him.

Jack continued to praise me in Spanish when he knelt down by the bed and pulled me closer to the edge, with one of my legs over his shoulder.

"You're so beautiful, (Y/N)." Jack said leaning over to kiss my thigh and then the next before he dove straight in.

I gripped the sheets under me and squeezed my eyes shut and let out an almost pornographic moan when I felt his got tongue in my pussy. I felt one of Jack's hand open my folds while rubbing my sensitive nub and with the other he began to insert two fingers while continuing to swipe his tongue inside, I could feel my juices running down my thighs and how wet the sounds Jack was making with his tongue and how obscene it sounded throughout the room.

"J-Jack!" I gripped my chest and continued to pant searching for release when I squeezed my eyes back again and felt a tight inside of me. "I'm s-so close." I moved my hips along to his tongue.

"Let it go, mi querida. Quiero que acabes en mi boca." As soon as he spoke Spanish and said those dirty words my hands flew down, gripping the back of his head as I came undone.

I felt Jack hum against me as he eagerly collected all of my juices and kisses my thigh when he stood up. I sat up and wrapped my hands around his neck pulling him for a kiss and feeling myself on his tongue.

I kissed him again before I turned around and got on all fours, sticking my ass out for him as he watched my glistening cunt begging for him. "I want you inside of me daddy." I spoke dirty and felt a bit weird using that term.

"On all fours like a dog?" He asked and chuckled rubbing my eyes and slapping it once then twice making me moan and rest my face down on the sheets.

"Please touch me." I said already feeling like a dog in heat, begging for his touch. I gripped the sheets when he did as told and bit back a cry when he began to rub me in circles.

He is on his knees behind me in an instant, and you I feel his heat and dangerous intention, and I am aching for it.

"Uhh that feel so good." I shrieked when he lightly began to play with my nub and sliding one finger in and then pulling it back out.

His fingers pulled me back when I felt his hands on my waist, and the other guiding his cock to my entrance. I jumped up and shivered when I felt him deciding where to slid it. "This is going to hurt." I heard him warn me.

I wasn't ready when he said that and I felt him inside my ass, i clenched onto his member making him say a few more curse words in Spanish when he leaned forward and rested his forehead on my back.

"Que rico te sientes. Te voy a llenar toda, mi amor." Jack whispered talking dirty in my ear when I felt his hands around my body and play with my breasts.

A couple of seconds later he pulled back out and then back in, the rhythm continued slowly until he saw that I could take it. He wasn't that rough but still went at a not so slow pace as he held onto my hips pulling me back to him. I threw my back when he pulled out and now roughly began to push back in.

I lose control in myself at the feeling of his chest and abs working against my back. I felt his hand right on my hip making sure it'll bruise while I felt his other hand go to the front to continue to circle my clit. "Oh f-fuck!" I cried out and painted loudly when he continued with his assault. I clenched around him milking him while he continued with his now rough pace.

Jack grabbed my throat holding me up so my back was pressed against his chest, he leaned over my eyes continuing to praise me in Spanish and tell me how good I've been.

"That's it, just like that. You're taking me so well, mi niña." He grunted into my ear and made me fall back onto the bed and I came for a third second time.

Jack reached back and pulled me into a spooning position now. Holding my leg up while he positioned himself between my legs and now easily slipping through my folds. Jack had wrapped his arm around my hip holding me in place making sure continue to hit the familiar spot he's been hitting all too well.

I felt myself getting more tired and not being able to last longer anymore. Becoming more exhausted the more he continues to take me  and fill me in. Jack folds me in an embrace kissing me gently while I continue to feel him inside and occasionally slipping out.

I pulled out and sat down on his side and forced Jack to lay back when he began to question me. I sat over his lap and grabbed himself to guide him above me, while I slowly sank and I felt Jack's hands rest on my thighs. I suck in a breath and drop my head forward, I rest my hands on Jack's chest and feel him pulling me close to him while his hips do most of the work while I occasionally bounce when regaining mg breath.

Jack continued to hold me tight in his embrace I whimper and moan loudly, he begins to kiss my shoulder, and  his hands reaching around to cup my breasts when I fully sat back up to bounce on him. His fingers tweaking my sensitive nipples, skin to skin.

One of his arms fully wrapped around my waist pulling me back then when I lean down to kiss him.  "Estoy cerca cariño, aguanta un poco más." Jack says in his native tongue when he feels me ready to come for the last time.

After a few minutes Jack's grip on me tightens. I moan when I came around him and buried my nails into his shoulders. Jack moaned out and clasped my hand over his, holding me tight. He lets out a loud, guttural moan and I can feel his muscles against me with the effort of emptying deep inside.

I tiredly pulled myself out from him and sighed peacefully when Jack embraced me once more and slowly began to kiss me, both of us shaking and breathless while we continue to hold each other. Jack leans his forehead against mind and gently kisses my lips and down neck.

"I love you, (Y/N)." Jack stare staring at the ceiling once I fell over his side and tiredly looked at him and smiled.

"I love you too, Jack." I respond tiredly reaching to play with his hair.

A light awkward cough comes from him, "I know it isn't the right moment, but I wonder where Ted has run off." Jack says slowly sitting up and staring down at me and rubbing my arm.

This is definitely how I didn't expect you start my day. "Want to take a bath together?" I ask slowly sitting up and seeing a pout on his face.

"You don't think I'm done with you just yet. I was actually going to offer you another round." He says grinning and chuckling at himself.

I huff but smile at him and leaned back to kiss his lips. "First a bath and then we'll rest, big guy." I promise him and slowly I started to head into the bathroom with Jack trailing behind me.

[blackleatherjacketz]

Forbidden Fruit: Chapter 7

Summary: Jack saves you from a vicious vampire attack and you discover you might be more entangled than you thought.

This Chapter: Alistair's surprise is more than you bargained for.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Mature Content, NSFW, Blood, Violence, Death, Gore, Vampires, Werewolves, Jealousy, Taunting, Threats, Infidelity Villain Monologue

Word Count: 1.4k+

Tags: @skittle479 @bullet-prooflove @acutecupidity @sadndnboii-reads @avatarofseshat @jessicafangirl

Read the rest of the story HERE!

Without thinking, you start to run toward Jack in an effort to free him from his bonds, but you’re immediately cut short by a quick tug of your hair, pulling you backward.

“Ah ah ah!” Alistair scolds, whipping your neck back to face the ceiling as he practically drags your heels across the floor. “Not so fast, little lamb.” He presses his lips against your scalp, inhaling the fear as it practically radiates off you. “Not until I say so.”

“Leave her out of this, Alistair!” You hear your original lover plead between heavy breaths, his chains clinking together as he tries in vain to break free. “Do what you want with me, but let her go.”

“Oh, I don’t think so.” Alistair grins with delight, each and every one of his sharp teeth glinting in the candlelight as he pulls you toward Jack along with him. “What’s that old colloquialism again, Jack? The forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest?” He loosens his grip on your hair once there’s barely any space between the three of you, carefully moving a stray strand away from your face before opening his mouth again to speak. “No one tastes quite like her, do they?” His eyes bore into yours, that dangerous draw of his making it impossible for you to look anywhere else as he continues stroking your locks. “And I’m not just talking about her blood.”

You hear Jack growl, the shackles around his wrists jingling as he pulls on them in another futile attempt to escape.

“Oh, you should have seen what we were just up to down the hall.” He pulls his gaze away from you to look at his prisoner, holding his fingers in front of his nose just long enough for him to catch your scent on them before he lets them fall back to his side.

“No,” Jack whimpers in disbelief, shaking his head at the thought. “You didn’t.” He looks at you, pleading for a different story but you’re too ashamed to give him one. Instead you only look at your feet, avoiding any further eye contact as he chooses to address Alistair directly. “You hypnotized her, enchanted her, you had to…”

“Did I?” He winks, leaning in toward him as the harsh truth hangs silently in the air between them. “Maybe she just finally came to her senses,” he smirks, narrowly dodging Jack gnashing his teeth.

“Oh, and you won’t be able to get out those silver chains, Jackie Boy.” He releases you all together, traipsing into the center of the room as he leaves you to your own devices. “Or should I say ‘Jacob’? Jacob Russoff, if my research is correct?” He smirks as he lets that extra bit of information sink in, your brow furrowing in exponential confusion. “I ordered these restraints special off the dark web; pure silver spikes should keep you from even thinking about turning while you’re down here with us.”

“I’m going to kill you, Alistair. As soon as I get out of these, I swear to God, I’m going to tear you apart.” Jack mutters, ignoring Alistair’s rant.

“Not from where I’m standing, you’re not.” He chuckles, glancing at him for a second before looking over at you. “You know, I thought about killing your beau after I found her… I really did. Just as quickly and ruthlessly as you killed Talia, but that just didn’t seem fair.”

Oh God. Oh no! This isn’t about you. This was NEVER about you. You were just a pawn this whole time to hit Jack where it hurt the most. How could you have been so fucking stupid? How could you have been so selfish?

“It would have been so easy,” he starts his villainous monologue by making his way back over to you. “But then I thought of something better, something more devastating to plague you with in your final moments.” He caresses your face and tugs on your bottom lip, entrancing you again. “Something more fun.” He fingers the hem of your silk gown as it dips into your cleavage, pulling it down far enough to expose the top of your nipples. “She looks amazing in this shade of green, don’t you think, Jacob? It really brings out the cooler tones in her skin, because… if I’m being honest… when I’m done with her, that’s all that she’ll have left.”

Jack growls with a fatal mixture of anger jealousy as he watches his adversary touch you, his face changing in shape as fangs and hair grow and shrink from his head before relinquishing back into his original form.

Alistair only laughs at Jack’s failed attempt at transformation, carefully tracing the outline of his first bite on your neck with his fingertips. “Talia and I had been together for centuries… traveling the world, drinking the blood of every man, woman and child in any country we could book passage to. Until you and your little daywalker friend broke into our home when I was out hunting. When I finally got back later that morning, the love of my life, my partner in crime, was reduced to nothing more than a pile of ashes.”

“Please,” Jack pulls again on his restraints, the spikes underneath them now digging into his skin as droplets of blood splash onto the floor. “Please don’t do this, I’m begging you!”

Alistair grabs onto your chin, squeezing it tightly as he forces you to face him. “Talia didn’t have time to beg for her life. So I thought, wouldn’t it be something if I found the love of your life and somehow made her forget all about you? Your romantic history, your cursed nature, the sound of your voice, or even your name?” He pushes the straps of your dress off your shoulders, guiding you out of the cloth that pools at your feet before grazing his palm over your breast.

You can feel your muscles moving under his silent command, every ounce of resistance you try to put up against him failing as your body does exactly as it’s told. His icy cold grasp surrounds your hips and waist as he draws you in to further torment you both against your will, still speaking to Jack as if you aren’t even in the room.

“Do you know how fast she folded? How quickly she ran into my arms as soon as I erased all those memories of you from her mind? Sure, it took me a while to comb through every interaction, to go through her phone while she slept, to delete every trace of you from existence, but it was worth it, Jacob.” He closes his eyes and smiles, reliving that moment for a minute before opening his eyes again.

“I mean I see why you like her, just based on the things she let me do to her,” he cups your breast before pinching your nipple, drawing out a reflexive moan from your lips that widens his smile. “The things she begged me to do to her were absolutely obscene! Honestly, when I looked back on all of her memories of you, I don’t think you ever got as far as I did. Not even close! You never truly understood her on the level she was so desperate to be seen on.” He taunts him as his hand smooths over your neck again, stopping only to softly caress your cheek. “But I think I’ve grown quite fond of her in the process, and I might even keep you alive long enough for you to watch me turn her. I want you to watch her become everything that you hate before the hunger takes over and it’s just you against your blood thirsty girlfriend.”

Before he has a chance to reply, Alistair kisses you deeply, ignoring Jack’s running starts to break his chains out of their metal fasteners in the wall as his frigid arms surround you completely. His cold embrace intensifies as he bombards you with that euphoric feeling from before, flooding your thoughts with images of you and him together in every heated position imaginable before suddenly pulling back.

A dense and deafening silence fills the air like the calm before a storm, forcing the three of you to pause and stare blankly at each other.

The distant sound of gunfire draws his hands completely away from you, breaking the spell that kept you docile and compliant as your eyes shift back over to Jack. Scattered screams and thuds from three stories up muffled by the thick concrete that encases this room only grow louder with the ding of the elevator down the hall. Quick, heavy footsteps increase in speed and volume before the red door finally swings violently open again, barely hanging on by its hinges.

“Took you long enough,” you hear Jack whisper under his breath with a smile.

[heartofwritiing]

jack russell unable to control himself from smelling you

idc how or why just pls make it happen

Your scent

paring: Jack Russell x fem!reader

a/n: So many jack requests! im so happy you all want me to write for him! bare with me though i’m still trying to figure out how to write him since he’s kinda a new character and he only has so much screen time to go off of! also its crazy how we all collectively were like omg yes during that scene… buy me a coffee

warning(s): just short, jack being kinda cuddly, werewolf smelling lol, and fluffy!! unedited!

Jack had stoped in his tracks when his nose caught smell of something nearby. It was sweet and filled his lungs with a smoothness when he inhaled again.

It was coming from his bedroom. He wanders to the door and opens it to see you sitting on the armchair, curled up with a book as the rain falls down the window. He admires you for a moment, looking so comfortable and at peace in your own little world. Then he realizes the sweet smell is coming from over where you are.

Jack moves closer until he’s standing over you and you’re so caught up in your book that you’re startled when you feel his presence come up behind you. You look up at him frowning as he leans down to you.

“Jack?” you say.

When he reaches you close enough that his nose is touching the top of your head he inhales. You were used to this especially the days following his transformation. The wolf would still linger in his human form after a full moon phase, and sometimes it would show. Like you would catch little things he’d do; scratching behind his ears in a dog like manner, or in this case smelling you like a scratch n sniff and being a needy and cuddly. You thought it was cute.

He continues to sniff through your hair frantically so you say his name again.

“Did you change your shampoo?” he asks.

“Yes, why? do you not like it?” you shift in your seat to face him. If the smell bothered him too much due to his heightened senses or he didn’t like it because of the scent then you would have to find some other type. He immediately sensed your uneasiness.

“No, no, it’s lovely.” he expresses kneeling down to sit on his knees so he could meet your eye level. “I actually, really like it.” he confesses shyly.

You grin up at him the worry flowing away from you and giggle. Oh thank havens it doesn’t bother him. “you do?” He nods.

“It’s very nice, what is the scent I can’t quite place it.” He tilts his head to place a kiss on your forehead but not before smelling your hairline again. You giggle again at the absurdity of all this.

“It’s lavender,”

You feel his lips hum against your skin in delight. Your book is long forgotten as you let Jack pamper you with kisses. It was a little strange having your boyfriend smell you, but it made him happy and calmed his inner wolf so it didn’t matter to you.

“wait, there's something else,” he moves further down to your neck and moves your hair out of the way with a quick brush of his hand. His hot breath fans against the nape of your neck, and he inhales the fragrance there.

“Is it honey?”

“mhm, and oat.” you tell him.

“I apologize if this is strange mi querida…” he looks down awkwardly as he pulls back from your body. You knew Jack could be insecure about these things, after all it really wasn’t his fault. it was just his way of remembering you as well. You reach your hand up to cup his cheek and persuade him to look back at you.

“It isn’t strange, I wouldn’t be here If I couldn’t handle you smelling me.” you assure. as you speak your hand drifts behind his head to pet his hair in a comforting manner. He relaxes. “I know you can’t help the urges sometimes.”

He smiles at you affectionately and you can see his love for you in just a simple gaze and it makes your heart beat quicker.

“What did I do to deserve you my flor,”

Suddenly Jack is scooping you in his arms and carrying you bridle style all while you’re laughing. He lays you down into the covers on his bed and slides in next to you.

“My Flower?” you lift an eyebrow when you both settle into bed.

“It is fitting, no?” he pulls you closer to his chest. “because you’re like my own flower.” He sighs into your collarbone and you both lay there in bed enjoying each other’s presence.

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