#pure fluffy fluff

[zevrra]

JJK—

synopsis: just some random hc’s i have for the men of jjk!

tags: fluff only, the men of jjk, nanami kento, choso kamo, geto suguru, gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, hc’s, short & sweet

creator notes: part 2

nanami !!

— is totally that “i will take care of you in every aspect” guy but i secretly think he’s pretty possessive too

— doesn’t get jealous easily

— flip flops between being a total morning person (on his days off) but the days he has to “work” he’s the opposite

— love/hate relationship with coffee bc he def drinks 8 cups of it every morning and feels gross after he does it

— the epitome of cleanliness and perfect hygiene

— like 100% he uses top of the line shampoo and body washes and after shaves and cologne!!

— ALWAYS smells good and it’s a mix of amber, some kinda wood, and probably something soft like vanilla

— feel like he’s cheap when it comes to stuff for himself but anytime it involves you, he’s buying you the best of the best

— leaves you notes all over the place whether it’s on the fridge, next to your side of the bed, sending flowers to your work space with a note attached, all just to tell you how much he cares and loves you

— willingly works overtime for you :3

choso !!

— sleeps until 4 pm every day

— a true night owl, mans HATES the sun

— feel like he’s super photogenic but hates taking photos unless you’re taking them

— would work any electronic like an elderly man

— “i can’t find the settings on this thing. where is it i’ve been looking for it for 15 minutes!” “it’s right here” “oh. how did you do that?”

— either has no scent at all or smells like iron/cinnamon/or straight up blood im so sorry skshskhkdhsk

— you both match everything from jewelry, especially rings, to outfits

— sleepy eye bags 24/7!!!

— takes a 5 minute shower but sits in the bathroom on his phone watching the loudest videos he can for 45 mins before he gets in

— loves spicy food!!

geto !!

— leaves gifts in your rooms without a word

— is the type to “i saw it and it reminded me of you so i got it”

— loves wholeheartedly. full chest, heart, mind, body, and soul

— willingly hands you his hoodie after he’s done wearing it

— quality time & gift giving is his love language!!

— heavy on quality time, he wants to sit or stand beside you and just coexist 24/7

— matching tattoos and piercings

— scary guard dog bf!!!!

— actually doesn’t mean to be but he kind of loves it a lot when other guys run away from you(him)

— his pet names for you range from “babe” to “stinky” and everything in between

— probably smells like sage & citrus

— he takes the longesssst showers ever and always invites you to them

— let’s you braid his hair, falls asleep every time you do it

gojo !!

— wants to touch you constantly!

— you’re either holding his hand or sitting in his lap anytime you two are together

— loves loves loves hugs

— gossip QUEEN! omg he’s so nosy

— “did you HEAR about this????” and it’s either the most basic information or straight up gossip gold

— always emphasizes the MY in his pet names for you

— “oh my love!” “my darling.” “hmm my princess?”

— a jealous, jealous man >:3

— loves to show you off until someone other than himself looks at you jshsjshk

— is the type of dude who acts all funny and tough in public but the second it’s just the two of you, at home, he wants to be babied and have his back scratched 24/7

— doesn’t tell you when it’s going to be chilly out so he gets to tease you as he hands you his warm jacket

— plans surprise dates all the time

toji !!

— is never caught wearing anything other than sweat pants

— wore a suit once for your first date and then never put it back on

— his love language is probably a mix between physical touch and gift giving

— has a hand always placed on your thigh!!

— his favorite season is winter and when you ask him why he just says he likes the cold

— it probably also has to do with wanting to keep you warm too

— is the type to: “i hate wearing bracelets” “ok ill just take it back” “no fuck you i’m gonna wear it and never take it off”

— literally keeps everything you give him in a box so he doesn’t lose them

— uses 13 and 1 shampoo

— calls you his old lady(affectionate) unironically

— smells like cigarettes and cheap ass beer KSHSKHS

— when he’s actually clean and sober he probably smells more like heavy wood and fire/smoke

— is a massive HEATER when he sleeps and he always sleeps on his back

— sleeps in the nude

[uhhhh-em-draws-stuff]

Some drawings inspired by @somedudenamedanthony’s post abt ice skater red and hockey player Chloe, this may be the fluffiest thing I’ve ever drawn.

[vividc4ndy]

Loving boyfriend who's like actually kinda pathetic. The kind of guy who wants to sit at your feet and just nuzzle your thigh while you watch TV...the craziest part is literally most of it is so innocently intended.

He's not trying to get in your pants, he just wants to stare up at you adoringly :(

[thegreatestsandwich]

I just saw black panther and let me tell you that I fell in love with Namor and everytime he appeared on screen I was screaming internally, I was wondering if you could write something silly like the reader gives him a rock every time she sees him because on a trip to the surface she saw a couple giving each other gifts and hugging at the end and she thought a rock was the equivalent of that, please please please

I can’t speak, afraid to jinx it (Namor x f!reader)

Masterlist

Pairing: Namor x F!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: A tiny gift that almost drove him to madness.

Warning: Prepare yourself to be attacked with fluff

A/N: At this point, I think I'm really in love with Tenoch, you feel me?

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! I love to read your lovely coments :)

Namor was beginning to noticing this strange thing about you, no matter where he was or what was he doing, if you passed him you would stop and give him a small rock with a huge smile on your face.

It had started the moment you first were put in charge with helping him recollect a few things from the sinking boat that was closer to his city. Namor was waiting for you at the borders, his hands on his back as his eyes were looking at the calmness of the waters when he heard you humming a soft tune as you approached. He turned around and watched you struggle with at least ten bags on your arms. When he told you that he needed you to bring a few bags to carry the stuff, he was imagining you would bring two, not ten. He couldn’t help but smile at your determination.

“K'eeban tumen k'uchul chúunk'iin!” Sorry for being late! You quickly swam to his side, his eyes watching curiously as you tried to suppress your labored breaths. “Utia'al u completamente honesto, k'uchen tu k'iinili' ba'ale' in distraje.” To be completely honest, I was on time but I got distracted. You cheekily smiled. “Ya'ab in wu'uyik K’uk’ulkan.” I’m really sorry.

“English.” He told you once again and had to bit his tongue to suppress his laughter when you huffed. “You asked me to teach you and I am doing that.”

“Stupid English.” You muttered under your breath. Your hands quickly adjusted the bags on your shoulder. “Can we just go?” Your hand motioned the waters. “I do not want to be there when is dark, sharks bite then.”

Namor held out his hand so you could give him a few bags but you held them closer to you. “Let me help you, and sharks do not bite if you do not annoy them.” He managed to take a few bags from you, adjusting them at his shoulder and began to swim.

You gasped at his words and at his actions. “Sharks do bite! One bit me a few days ago on my leg, I have a scar to prove it…you even saw it, you said it was amazing.”

“Those words have never left my mouth.” Namor was smiling at your tantrum but managed to hide it as his face never left the waters.

“Uh, yes they have.” You managed to caught up with him, swimming at his side. You noticed his smile. “What are we recollecting?”

“Whatever we find useful.” He stated as que stopped, you following suit. “I will check if there are threats, stay here.” Namor didn’t wait for your answer as he quickly swam away, leaving you there with all the bags once again.

You huffed but decided to listen to him, your eyes looking at everything that surrounded you, there were a few fishes out there, thankfully no sharks, the corals looked bright and the sand too inviting to lay just there. But then you saw it, it was shiny and a beautiful turquoise color, you quickly tried to find Namor but he was still away, you bit your lip in concentration and decided to just go for it.

Your hands quickly grabbed the tiny and shiny object, your thumb carefully swiping away any left-over sand, your eyes widening before quicky putting it inside of one of the bags and swam to where Namor was calling you.

As you would expected, the recollection of things from that boat was completely boring, your eyes often diverting towards Namor, you admitted that he looked quite good, completely concentrated in this activity. When he was completely secure that there wasn’t anything more to salvage, he nodded at you and both of you left.

Namor took the bags from you when he left you at your home, you bit your lip and without thinking you grabbed his arm. He looked at you in confusion.

“I have a gift.” You quietly said. Your hands fumbled with one of the bags that you refused to give him. Finally retrieving the tiny rock. “Found it there, I think you will love it.”

He looked at you for a moment, his eyes following your hands as they put the rock on his palm and close his fingers against it. You gave him a last smile before entering your home and leaving him there, watching at the door.

And so it began.

Every single time you saw him, you always gave him a rock, it didn’t matter the size, the color or the weight, you always gave him one. At first he was confused at why you were giving them to him but he began appreciate them after you failed to give him one after one day.

He was swimming with Attuma at his side, the later telling him about the improvements they were making with the protection of the barriers, Namor was glad that everything was going within the plan.

“Táan in planeando bisik u kantúulo'on ti' leti'ob utia'al inspeccionar u máquina u kajnáalilo'ob le superficie decidieron túuxtik tak ka'anal.” I am planning to take four of them to inspectionate the machine the surface-dwellers decided to send from above. Attuma stopped for a second, pointing to the ones he wanted to take. “Chéen k'áabet u t'aan aprobación bey ma' táanil.” Just need your word of approval before proceeding.

Namor was about to speak but he managed to see you approaching them, his fingers were tingling with anticipation, imagining what kind of rock you would give him today, the corner of his mouth was twitching upwards, a smile he wanted to suppress at the presence of Attuma. But he failed.

Attuma watched in amusement at how his king was acting, he would have laughed if you hadn’t approached them. You smiled at them before swimming away. That’s when he saw his face and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Bejla'e' ma' jach juntúul roca, huh?” Not a rock today, huh? Attuma patted his back. “Ma' xaan ka' leti' a ts'áaik juntúul sáamal.” Perhaps she will give you one tomorrow.

“Bix a wojel?” How do you know? Namor asked him, his voice completely annoyed at the missing rock on his hand.

“Tu ya'alaj teen ka tu yilaj le kajnáalilo'obo' le superficie ts'a regalos, tu tukultaj u a gustaban le tunicho'ob ken aceptaste le primera.” She told me she saw the surface-dwellers give gifts, she thought you liked rocks when you accepted the first one. Attuma simply said, trying his hardest to not laugh again.

“Juntéen, wáaj bix supiste?” Again, how did you know?

“Leti' tu ya'alaj teen, ku pinchamos kaaye' globo sáastale'.” She told me, we usually poke pufferfish at dawn. He shrugged, swimming away.

What?

Namor was pacing through his cave, he was going absolutely mad, it now has been twelve days since you had given him a rock. He didn’t know what was happening, why did you stopped? Had the rocks you been seen weren’t up to your standard? He didn’t care, he wanted them.

He couldn’t help but sighed, his eyes turning to his small (HUGE) collection of rocks, he had been keeping them protected since you had given him them. But he wanted more, was he being selfish? Hell yeah, but this was something you had given the thought, you searched each one of them, you put your mind into looking for the perfect one before giving them to him.

So he went to look for you, he couldn’t find you anywhere in the city, a few of his people were looking at him strange as he began asking for you. But your mother was kind enough to point at your location.

Near the corals, she had said.

So he quickly swam there, and there you were, poking at pufferfish with Attuma. He needed to give you a reminder to not do that.

“Cha' k.” Leave us. Namor told Attuma, it was more like a order.

Attuma watched him and then you, before nodding. A huge smile on his face as he left.

“K’uk’ulkan?” You asked him confused, a stick on your hand. “Tu láakal ba'ax ma'alo'ob.?” Everuthing alright?

“English.” He told you, you noticed how tense he was, but still huffed and nodded. “Why did you stop?”

“Stop?” You tilted your head. “Stop what?”

“Rocks.”

You stared at him, you simple shrugged, not really knowing what to say.

“You have not given me any rock in twelve days, why?” He took a step closer to you. “Did something happened? Are they not in your standards? I do not mind what kind of rock you give me.”

“Oh.” You whispered, adverting your eyes. “Is not it.”

“Then what is it?” He grabbed your hands. “I do not care what you give me, but please do not stop.”

You sighed. “My mother say it is not nice to give rocks to someone…so I stopped.”

“Do not.” He whispered, “Please.”

You stared at his hands before looking upwards at his eyes. A tiny smile formed on your face. “Stick?” You gently raised the stick you were holding.

Namor couldn’t help but smile, taking the stick on his hands. “Thank you.” You smiled. “But now, why are you pocking pufferfish? Did you don’t know the dangerous things they could do to you?”

You sighed.

[m3talmunson]

It shouldn't have been that big of a red flag to Steve. It really isn't that big of a deal, right? It's a completely normal habit. It could even be endearing if you thought about it enough!

No. Nope. It's all bad.

Steve cannot fathom how the fuck Eddie sleeps with socks on. It's almost impossible to comprehend.

Eddie is a human furnace. He radiates all the sunshine from his eyes, turning into heat.

Eddie being warm is one of Steve's favorite things about him. It makes every passing touch all the more important, more impactful. It ensures that the cold lonely nights of Steve's past were left firmly there. It was an endless source of comfort for Steve. Even at it's most annoying, when Steve is throwing off all of the blankets in the night so he can continue to cuddle Eddie without overheating. A small price to pay.

But somehow, Eddie himself is always cold. He keeps none of his body heat for himself. His skin always feels like the sun was just bearing down upon him, but even in the sun he could still be shivering.

And he sleeps

with fucking SOCKS on.

Normally Steve wouldn't really mind. It's not like they're dirty socks. Surprisingly enough Eddie was generally hygienic when it came to his clothes. Eddie had always hated the feeling of dirty clothes. It's why he spent more time watching Steve in gym than actually participating. So it's not a smell that bothers Steve, it's not anything like that.

And if you ask Steve, he's all for supporting Eddie finding ways to keep himself warm. Steve worries, naturally. He encourages Eddie to seek warmth at almost all times. Why else would he wear a long-sleeved Hellfire shirt when it's the middle of May.

No, the problem isn't smell, or warmth, it's the fact that Eddie loves physical contact when he's asleep. He loves to be all over Steve, loves breathing in his smell even in his dreams. He also happens to love slowly trailing his leg up Steve's own. He loves slow, tender, sleepy movements. Eddie is always gentle, always barely grazing Steve's skin.

Steve does not love feeling like there's spiders crawling up his leg in his sleep.

Too many times Steve has woken up and immediately flung Eddie's foot off of him only to realize it was just Eddie, and apologize profusely. Too many times those stupid fuzzy socks have ruined a night's sleep.

"Babe, baby, sweetheart, dollface, PLEASE forgo the socks tonight. I am begging." Steve asked. He had an important day of taking care of the kids coming up, and he needed his beauty rest.

"What's in it for me?" Eddie teased.

"Have you ever heard the phrase 'Happy wife, happy life?'"

"Touché, darling." Eddie contemplated. "Maybe, for one night, I can forgo the socks."

And if Eddie found himself having more fun sticking his cold feet up the back of Steve's shirt, it was nobody's business but theirs.

[marauders-brain-rot]

How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You)

Wrote a really heavy and quite depressing chapter today and needed to fix my brain by writing something cute and fluffy. So, here is 1,468 words of pure Wolfstar fluff. (No Voldy/war, honestly could be with or without actual magic, I don’t make it clear either way so if you want it to be a muggle au then it can be or if you just want it to be a no Voldy au that works too)

Sirius was almost certain he’d wear a hole in the carpet long before Remus got home. He’d been pacing for hours now, his stomach tied in knots thinking about that night and what would come of it. 

It was their anniversary, eight years together as an official couple and tonight would change everything for them. They’d had nights like these before, the kind that would imprint themselves on their memories and brand themselves across their skin, tying them irrevocably together in a way that no one else would ever understand. 

The first was when they’d confessed their love for one another, never ones to do things by halves, that had been the night they’d first gotten together. They’d danced around their feelings for a while before that, their friendship always coming first, until one night where they couldn’t take the tension between them any longer. There’d been a screaming match that ended in a passionate kiss and finally a confession of their undying love for one another. They ended that night wrapped together in Remus’s bed in the boys dormitory, foreheads pressed together and bodies intertwined to the point where it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. 

The next one had been when they decided to get a place of their own, another night full of tears and kisses. They’d gotten a place with James and Peter as soon as they’d left school, wanting to be out on their own but still with their closest friends, who had really become more like brothers. The years spent in that flat had been some of the best of their lives, the nights spent drunk on the floor and sprawled across the furniture would live in their minds forever, as spotty as those memories were. But, they needed their own space. It had been Remus who had said something first, though Sirius had thought it for a while. He loved their little flat with their two best mates, but sometimes he wanted to be alone with the man he loved, wanted to spend nights and days wrapped in one another’s arms without feeling like it was an intrusion on their friends' lives. And so, after a very long and very tear filled discussion, they agreed to start looking. 

Then, they bought their house together. A sanctuary for the two of them that they made entirely their own. Their first night there together was one that he hoped would never leave him, even on his last days on this planet. They’d spent the day unpacking, James and Peter had finally left and the house was quiet at last, something they hadn’t experienced possibly ever. They’d gotten their favourite mugs down from their new home in the cabinet to the left of the sink, poured cups of their favourite tea, put on their favourite James Taylor record and danced in the living room to How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You) together with the biggest smiles plastered on their faces.

Then came the night they’d gotten engaged, something that had been magical all on its own. Remus had asked him, because of course he had. Sirius had been planning on asking Remus, but of course he’d beaten him to it. It was private and intimate and unequivocally theirs. If Sirius closed his eyes he could see the rose petals strewn about, the lanterns that lit their home, could smell the undeniable scents of his favourite meal that Remus had spent all day cooking for him. Remus had said some beautiful, wonderful, magical words about how Sirius was his guiding light in the sea of darkness, how he’d have lost himself entirely without him and how he never wanted to bear the pain of living life without the man he’d loved since they were only boys. Sirius kissed him then, couldn’t stand to wait another moment where rings didn’t adorn their fingers claiming them for one another and as soon as Remus placed the one he’d gotten Sirius on his finger, Sirius had sprinted up the steps and practically flown into their room to get the ring he’d gotten for Remus. That night they’d fallen asleep together, their fingers interlocked and rings pressed against one another’s. 

Then, they’d gotten married. It was small, intimate and beautiful, another day with magic thick in the air. Their closest friends were there, and even Regulus came as he and Sirius had mended their relationship years prior, it was everything Sirius had ever wanted. To be able to look into the eyes of the man he loved and tell him how he was the physical embodiment of magic, how he’d loved him for over a decade and still found new reasons to love him every single day, how he had never really known what any kind of love looked like until he’d looked into his eyes. They danced to How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You) as their first dance and kissed under the stars in the company of those that loved them most, soaking in every moment of the night together and relishing in the complete togetherness they finally got to experience. 

All of that brought him to now, tonight, a night that would change the rest of their lives just like all the others had. He’d cooked Remus’s favourite meal, gotten his favourite cake from the bakery 45 minutes away and set the house perfectly for the mood. Everything was perfect, everything would be perfect. So why did he feel like something might go wrong? 

He heard the key turning in the lock and felt his breath leave him, there would be no turning back now. As soon as Remus opened the door and saw Sirius standing there a broad smile spread across his face, the confusion coming next as he saw the setting around him. 

“Sirius?” He hadn’t expected them to do anything tonight, Sirius had been planning this surprise for a week now and though their wedding anniversary wasn’t for another month, he felt tonight was the right night. 

“Welcome home, love,” he kissed Remus’s cheek before leading him to the table laden with candles. 

“What’s all this?” His smile was the brightest thing in the room and how Sirius longed for it to last a lifetime. 

“Eat first, we’ll talk after cake.” Was it a slightly cowardly move to put off this conversation? Possibly, but he didn’t want dinner or cake to go to waste if the conversation went how he thought it would. When they’d finally finished eating and the record had stopped for the second time, Remus finally turned expectantly to Sirius. 

“Want to tell me what this is about, love?”

“I want to start off by saying that I love our life here, I love you and I love our home and I love the life we’ve built for ourselves.” He paused, needing his words to sink in before he continued. “And I want you to know that this is because of how much I love you and how much I know you love me, I want us to share our love.”

“Okay?” 

“Do you remember my cousin, Tonks?”

“Of course I do.”

“Right, well, she’s pregnant and she can’t take care of a baby right now. She’s just getting started on her career and she has her whole life ahead of her, she’s in no place to be having a child. But, well, we are.” He paused, waiting for his words to sink in and once they did he watched as Remus’s face transformed entirely. 

“You want to adopt her baby?” The smile on his face rivalled all others Sirius had seen, it practically lit up the world with how brilliant it was. All Sirius could do was nod and swallow nervously. “I would be honoured to have a baby with you.”

That night they laughed and cried, they held onto one another tighter than they ever had before. They got their favourite mugs down from the cabinet to the left of the sink, poured cups of their favourite tea, and put on their favourite James Taylor record and danced around the living room to How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You). 

And how sweet it was, really, to love and be loved in return. To have a lifetime of memories together already and a lifetime of them more to look forward to. To know that their love would live beyond them and would change the lives of not only themselves but also of this new little baby they would be adding into their perfect little world and any others they might end up with along the line. They’d chosen one another, chosen love, and chosen life, and how sweet a life it was turning out to be. 

[nastiiuu]

“I love you”

[emelinstriker]

I read your special stranger fanfic and I love it! I imagine reader working in an animal center focusing on bats considering that China has the highest number of bat species. Ranging from big flying foxes to microbats that lets out tiny squeaks, Nezha would expect a lot of pictures and videos of them with fun facts.

Ooo- Didn't except to ever see somethin in my inbox about Special Stranger Nezha-

But yes omg fhgnhfgf Imagine the Reader just gushing about bats and Nezha would be so supportive of it fhgnfhgnfhgnhfg

[littlemissmanga]

Good Morning! I’m making some rounds asking for some of this beautiful fluff with a touch of giggle in this prompt list.

So if you would give this prompt a go- "well i guess that answers my question." With Rex saying it?

Have a wonderful day!

Hello dearie!! Oh, I will always put forth an effort for our dear captain! I am making my way slowly through these but thrilled to say I have finally finished this one.

I hope you enjoy!

A Little Something Sweet for Breakfast

Pairing: Rex x short!Reader

Warnings: None, pure fluff

W/C: 1,218

Dividers by @saradika

It was quiet in the mess hall and Rex considered that nothing short of a miracle. The 501st was on shore leave and it seemed the boys had their fill of fun the night before considering it was already 0700 and not one of them so much as stirred from the barracks.

Rex strode across the room, datapad in hand and ready to use this rare peace to finally have a quiet, relaxing meal. But as he made his way to grab a ration pack, a shuffle in the next room caught his attention.

The boys rarely went into the kitchens on base. There was never a need. So, as the shuffle grew into a clattering, Rex prepared himself for the inevitable chaos and made his way over. Opening the door, he took in a breath, ready to use his “Captain” voice to startle whichever shiny was making the ruckus … only to choke on his tongue.

“Oh, Captain! I’m sorry, I didn’t realize anyone else was awake.”

You were … well, he honestly wasn’t sure what you were trying to accomplish with one knee on the counter, pulling your body higher so your other leg dangled beneath you, arms out to hold onto the sides of the cabinet. Metal cutlery and plates littered the counter and floor around you.

“I .. you …” It was far too early for these shenanigans, and Rex was thoroughly at a loss to find you at the center of it this time. As a civilian non-combat operative, you weren’t as disciplined as his boys on the field, but you were generally respectful and kept yourself out of trouble … despite the efforts of some of his vode to corral you into their latest shenanigans.

Certainly a respectable feat, at least in Rex’s book. And that’s all he would attribute the swoop in his stomach to anytime he’d see you. Respect.

If that swoop were accompanied by a heat in his cheeks at the sight of your smile — particularly if directed at him — or the racing of his heart at the sound of your laughter — even faster if he caused it — Rex never let himself do more than acknowledge it.

He was your superior officer, after all. Anything else would be unbecoming of his station.

“What are you doing?” he tried again, trying not to sound as confused as he was.

“Making breakfast.” You turned, bringing up your other leg so your entire body was balanced on the narrow ledge as you dug further.

“Huh.” Stepping closer, Rex slid his datapad onto the counter next to your leg and stood just behind you. Unsure arms kept rising to shadow your back before returning to his side as he grew ever more uneasy by the precarious balance you’d achieved. “Didn’t realize cooking required gymnastics.”

Impressively, much of your torso disappeared into the void of the cabinet when you replied, your voice echoing slightly in the confined space. “It does when everything on this ship is built for giants. Here-”

Rex’s reflexes kicked in, catching the item before he could even register that what you had tossed over your shoulder was a half-finished bread roll. But before he could form his next question — and honestly, he had so many he really didn’t even know where to start — you slipped smoothly down from your perch. Unfortunately, for him, Rex misjudged his own spacing, standing too close to give you enough room. As you moved to the floor, the curve of your rear brushed tantalizingly lightly against his stomach before finally gaining a more respectable distance.

The rush of blood pounding in his ears blocked out most of your own next question. Actually, he couldn’t hear you at all. The movement of your lips as you turned to face him was the only clue he could decipher indicating you’d said anything at all.

“Huh?”

Your lips curled. Maker, he really did like it when you smiled. It wasn’t just with your lips, though their plush, gentle curve was sweet. No, your smile radiated from your eyes, and he knew if he looked too long, he’d be lost.

“I asked if you wanted some, too. I don’t mind making a second helping for you.”

Rex wasn’t a stupid man. He could hear the tease of your tone. The light-hearted nature of your banter along with the sweet offer was a flirtation even he could pick up on. He would never abuse his station and hit on a subordinate. And like a divine solution, here you were, offering him a way forward.

But in that moment, he couldn’t for the life of him figure out how to get himself to reply with even an ounce of charm he regularly sees his brothers wield.

Never one without a plan of action, Rex was stuck in limbo, struggling to respond with an ounce of the charm he routinely saw his brothers deploy … when he felt his stomach gurgle, the sound radiating out from him to fill the room.

Heat immediately flooded his face, but before he could apologize, your choked laughter rang out.

“I guess that answers my question.”

Stepping into his space again, you took the bread roll from him. But instead of stepping past him, you stayed.

You’d never been that close to him before. So close he could count the lines and imperfections on your face. And he did. He wanted to memorize everything about you.

He was so focused on those details, he missed entirely that you had been closing the distance, standing on your toes to press closer, until your lips pressed lightly against his cheek.

They were cold and chapped and so karking perfect on him. Your warm breath against his skin flooded any remaining rational thought away.

When you pulled back, your eyes didn’t meet his despite Rex being sure you could feel the intensity of his stare. Instead, you looked past him as you fell back onto your heels, a hand coming to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear as you repositioned to move away.

“Right, well, breakfast will be ready in just a —”

He didn’t let you finish. Before you could step away, Rex’s hand slid to gently hold the curve of your jaw, keeping you in place as he tilted your face up to his. You blinked owlishly up at him.

“You missed,” he said, finally getting his brain back online. “I think you should try that again.”

To Rex’ delight, your smile returned as you leaned back in. Only this time, he met you halfway, biting back a satisfied moan at the press of your lips against his. Taking a half step forward, he invaded your space as you had his, encircling you in his arms as he lost himself in the moment.

After what was probably too long, Rex finally let you go. Your eyes stayed closed for a heartbeat more, even as you moved back, shifting your weight to rest more against his hold on you, and Rex greedily took the chance to appreciate everything about your contented expression in the moment, satisfaction coiling inside him knowing he put that look on your face.

When you did open your eyes, there was a twinkle of mischief in them you usually kept well hidden. “Better?” you asked.

He pressed his forehead to yours. “Much.”

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[arczism]

THE SUN ENDING 

[buffetlicious]

When Fluff Stack opened it first outlet in Singapore, people have been raving about their soft as cloud Souffle Pancake (舒芙蕾松饼) stacks. I did finally make my way to try it out three years later one fine afternoon after the queue had long disappeared. :D You see, Singaporean just like to be one of the very first to try out the new stuffs when they first landed locally but I am the exception mainly because I hate the time-wasting queues.

At their Northpoint City branch, I chose one of their most popular items on the menu - Mango Passion Fruit Souffle Pancakes (S$16.50++). Got to wait for a while as they made it on the spot after you ordered but it was well worth the wait as the stacked dessert was placed in front of me. Twin fluffy-looking pancakes stacked with a dollop of whipped cream and a sprig of mint leaves on top. Also on the plate are two mango halves cubed with skin on and a drizzling of passion fruit puree to complete the gorgeous looking dessert. It is really the lightest and fluffiest pancakes I have ever had. The passion fruit brightened up the soft pancakes flavour while the mango sweetened the deal. Yum…

Northpoint City shop image courtesy of Fluff Stack.

[sudsyv2]

Ghost gives a soap a promise ring. For when they retire. And to promise that when they do, they’ll be together still.

“I…I bought these for us. Take this one, it’s your ring size.”

“How did ya ken mah ring size?”

“No comment.”

“Wha-“

“They’re promise rings. For us. I bought them for us Johnny. I want to promise to you that when we retire I will always be with you. Wherever you go I’ll follow.”

“Lik’ a dug?”

“Shut up- just promise me now too.”

“Aw rite-hmm. Ah promise that forever it will be just me n you. Wether ye get sick of me or nae, I’ll be there for ye.”

“Good.”

It’s cute, it’s kinda silly for two grown men, but soap loves it.

He put the ring on a necklace and just wears it all the time. He’s never seen without it. He walks around with it on like a badge of honor.

Ghost wears the ring under his glove. When him and soap are holding hands, soap can feel the ring through it.

I just want domestic fluff of these two ok 😭😭

[milkchocolate-e]

I love it when we hug, When we do crazy things together, when we laugh out loud at our stupid inside jokes, when we cuddle while watching eachother's favourite movie, when i run my fingers through your hair when your stressed, when we cry holding eachother, reassuring each other that everything will be fine.

i want this, in the future.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Fluff Alphabet - David

warning : pure fluff, some darker themes, angst, it's getting sweet and fluffy under the cut.

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A = Affection (How do they worship you?)

°David has been worshipping you since he saw you and you came together. Maybe not always obviously with kisses and words. But his looks, his smile or a simple movement like putting his hand on your hip is enough to prove his faithfulness to you. And when this is not enough, he doesn't bother with lulling words or kisses.

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B = Best friends (What would they be like as best friends? How would the friendship start?)

°I think the friendship started before you even knew it. David and the others had been watching you at the amusement park almost every night for a while. Until David started his attempt with his silver tongue, his sympathetic look and his nice words, you trusted him relatively quickly. Before one thing led to another and you found yourself riding behind him on his motorbike through the night.

°As best friends you would do anything for each other. Whether it's doing things for David during the day or giving you immortality. Sometimes he doesn't always seem to be there but you both knew he had a deep connection to you...maybe those feelings can become something more.

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C = Cuddling (do they like to cuddle?, how do they cuddle?)

°David is not always necessarily the biggest cuddler. He has other ways of showing you his affection. But when you do cuddle, it's usually just the two of you. Either when the other three are hunting then in the den on lots of pillows and blankets. Or something the blonde likes most of all sitting outside on the cave looking at the stars. When he puts an arm around you and pulls you closer. Listening to your quiet heartbeat. Or just sitting in his lap and talking about trivial subjects. The main thing is that he has you with him. For him.

°,,So beautiful is eternity"

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D = Domestic (how would they settle down? How are they cooking and cleaning?)

°The problem will be being a vampire. Santa Clara may not be his forever home but as long as he and his brothers have enough victims they will stay. However, I think he will try to convince you to stay... if that doesn't work, who knows, hypnosis is always an option. Or a long, long motorbike ride to the next area the vampires might settle.

°As for cleaning and cooking, it's more of a no. Since he only needs blood, he doesn't really cook. I think he can make simple things like noodles or scrambled eggs but don't expect five star meals. And clean well the cave or the nest has its own charm but you wouldn't call it tidy. So no tidy I think he would call it "own creativity".

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E = Ending (how would they break up with your partner if they had to?)

°If he had to break up with you because he is afraid that the vampire hunter kids/teens could become a danger I think there would be two ways. The gentle one where he gives you one last kiss, keeps himself under control and his revenge and anger doesn't get the better of him. He would just hypnotise you and send you away and make you forget everything.

°,,I-I...will never forget you my love"

Or the dark brutal way when maybe one of his brothers has already died. You hurt or he hurt. He would tell you everything and take you in. So you would give him your life.

° ,,Now we are together forever!".

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F = Fiance(e) (how do you feel about consent? How soon would you want to get married?

°David doesn't have to get married to feel connected to you. From the moment he saw you, he knew you belonged together and that's how it happened. However, he would totally support his partner and hold a big wedding in the whole cave if she wanted to get married.

°,,Forever and ever".

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G = Gentle (how gentle are they mentally and physically?)

°David is gentle emotionally and then again he is not. Sometimes you watch him with the others as he takes a drag on his cigarette and stares at nothing for minutes. The three vampires always said that he would think about you and how much you actually mean to him, even if he doesn't always show it.

°,,Mhh...sorry my dear, what did you say?".

°Physically, as I said when you were cuddling, he usually only shows this when you are alone. It is something almost private for him, something for the two of you. The certain distance to his brothers. But if you want to cuddle believe me he will cuddle you to death if you want to put it that way.

°,,All right, one last good night hug if it makes you happy".

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H = Hugs (do you like hugs? How are their hugs?)

°Hugs yes and no. A hug from behind when you're holding on to him while riding a motorbike very much. In front of everyone else, nothing. It's not that he doesn't love you, it's just something he doesn't need everyone to see. Again, more of a private thing for him.

°But when you hug it's either a short one when you don't have much time left and get tired while you sleep at night. Since you know he'll be with you that night. Or a long intimate gentle hug when you say goodbye to him before he hangs out with his brothers.

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I = I love you (how soon would they say it?)

°He would actually say it on the first date. He would rather cleverly incorporate it into his charming words. But believe me, once he says it, he will whisper, whisper and say it more times than you can count. He likes to do this when he has pulled you in and wants to make some stranger jealous.

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J = Jealousy (how quickly are they jealous? What do they do when they are jealous?)

°David is jealous very, very quickly (even if Marko still has the highest level). One wrong look, one step too many, one word too offensive from a guy to you and he's standing next to you faster than the stranger can notice. One hand on your hip, the other on your cheek before he pulls you into a deep kiss. The grin on his lips is unmistakable before the boy moves away from both of you.

°,,You are my little bat".

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K = Kisses (how are their kisses? where do they love to kiss you?)

°Your first kiss with David was surprisingly gentle but quickly turned serious as he became more aware of your excited heartbeat. It was beguiling. But after that, his kisses seem to get more and more eager. Especially when you're in a relationship, a deep rough kiss for you and a little snack for him in between.

°His favourite thing is to kiss you on your lips, he loves to taste you and feel your warmth. Otherwise like each of the four your neck. The perfect place to bite and kiss two in one what more would he want.

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L = Little ones (how are they with kids?)

°David is good with kids when he wants to be. I think he might find them quite annoying from time to time especially if they are younger children. But when they are more independent he would play with them from time to time and take them on a flight.

°,,Who wants to be a bat?"

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M = Morning (How do you spend your mornings?)

°You don't always spend your mornings together. If you have decided to sleep with the boys and have managed to sleep during the day, you will find him with you the second he wakes up. He would put the blanket lightly over you, look at you and thank you for waiting for him. Before he stays with you, you have fallen asleep.

°,,I'll stay with you"

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N = Night (how are nights spent with them?)

°When you are awake at night which is going well (you have adjusted your day-night rhythm to him) you are either with all the boys. You talk, laugh, play and fly together. If you're not in the cave, you're pretty much always on his motorbike on the way to the amusement park where you spend the whole night.

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O = Open (how fast would they open)

°I don't think David would take as long as Dwayne. But he would take his time. Mostly because he doesn't want to overpromote you or upset you. He knows he's done things that a normal person would probably never forgive him for. But also the deeper and the longer you are together and on your reassuring words he would gradually tell you everything.

°,,You wanted to ask me something...go ahead and ask".

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P = Patience (how quickly are they annoyed?)

°It takes a lot to make David really angry. When you argue, he tries to resolve it calmly and would get frustrated if you didn't find a solution. The thing that would really upset him, however, would be if you put yourself in danger with him in any situation. It is fear that turns into anger at your actions. He knows he cannot protect you during the day, which is why he always rests with thoughts of you during the day. But no matter how angry he gets, in the end he forgives you because all he really cares about is you.

°,,Mad? Mad? I'm not mad - I fucking worried!".

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Q = Quizzes (how much would they know or remember about you?)

°David won't ask you directly about your personal stuff. Maybe once in a quiet moment or flirt. He's more likely to sit in the cave with a cigarette smoking quietly between his lips while he listens to the conversations you have with the others.

°But believe me, if someone were to ask him, he could name just about anything.

°,,I know everything there is to know about you, my dear"

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R = Remember (what is your favourite moment in your relationship?)

°A moment he would always remember it was actually a normal date. One night for you and him while the others were out hunting. You drove through Santa Clara and rode the Ferris wheel. You were actually on your way home when he suddenly stopped and lifted you off the bike. You were about to ask him what he was doing before he took off and flew up into the sky with you. This is beautiful" he heard you say as you flew up through the clouds. You pulled the cloak he had given you more tightly around you. Before you arrived through the clouds in the clear sky. It was a blood moon and in the glow of the red moon he pulled you into a deep kiss. As you held onto him and your heartbeat could be heard. Before he came closer to your neck and sucked your blood. Your sigh, your touch. For David it was the most beautiful thing he had ever experienced.

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S = Safety (how protective are they? How would they protect you?)

°David is not too protective at first. I mean he's a fucking vampire and his brothers wouldn't even let anything happen to you. They might keep their eyes open a little bit if you were at the fair, but not much else really.

°But if, for example, one of his brothers has already died or you have been hurt, he will become obsessed with avenging you and keeping you safe. If you don't stay at home on your own, he simply hypnotises you. Or in the worst case he locks you in the most secluded place in the cave just so he knows where you were. Only in the worst case he would let you forget everything and send you away. But before that happens he would rather suck you out or turn you before he loses you forever.

°,,You stay with me...everything will be alright, I promise".

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T = Try (how much would they invest in dates anniversaries, gifts etc?)

°I think David would not necessarily care much about gifts or big preparations. Because the biggest and most dangerous gift you gave him was your love. Whereas his greatest gift to you would be immortality.

°If he were to give you something for an anniversary, I think it would be jewellery. Something that you always carry with you so that he can see it when you are with him.

°,,Your beauty transcends eternity".

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U = Ugly (what would be a bad habit of theirs?)

°Besides the obvious people-killing and moral stuff, it would be his lust for revenge and control. I do think that if pressed enough over a short period of time, he could quickly become very vengeful and even vindictive. But this is only a result of him feeling helpless and powerless. Because if there's one thing he hates, it's not having control. He won't yell at you right away, but if you don't do what he wants you to do when the situation is extremely bad, I imagine he will raise his voice.

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V = Vanity (how much do they care about their appearance?)

°To cut to the chase, the four (beautiful) little rats that came out of the darkest bin. No seriously, underneath all the dark clothes and bleached hair, David does care about his appearance. I mean how else would they attract so many pairs of eyes. He knows he is attractive to the world around him so why not be more provocative and attractive.

°But he couldn't care less what you wear. You always look good to him. Whether in a little summer dress or in a rubbish bag. To him you're the prettiest thing you've ever seen.

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W = Whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

°Yes, as much as he loves his brothers, the thought of you dying from just about anything, including old age. He wouldn't "survive" spending eternity without you. It would be like a part of him would be missing, some of his strength would be missing and he would feel powerless.

°,,Please...stay with me for eternity".

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X = Xtra (a random headcanon for you)

°David smokes all the time I mean he can't die of cancer so why not? I think he's keeping you away from cigarettes until you're a vampire, though. He would hardly smoke next to you and only smoke when you are sleeping or not even with the boys. But if his brothers asked him about it he would never admit it.

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Y = Yuck (what is something he would not like about his partner?)

°There is very little he wouldn't like about you if it were at all possible. But what would annoy him would be if you asked him about his past all the time when he wasn't in the mood. Or you would ask him all the time in front of the others. Then I think he would close himself off from you and become calmer. The others would talk to you and explain what was going on if you hadn't figured it out for yourself.

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Z = Zzz (what is a sleeping habit of theirs?)

°When he's not hanging upside down on the ceiling with the others, I think he would hold you somehow if you agreed. Believe me, even in sleep he would hold you tight. If he is not hanging upside down from the ceiling, he prefers to sleep when you are leaning against him, lying in his arms or when he can lay his head on your lap. Believe me, he falls asleep faster than he would admit.

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[thegreatestsandwich]

Namor telling the reader he loves them for the first time! I think it would be really cute and meaningful

I find everything I thought I lost before (Namor x f!reader)

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Pairing: Namor x F!reader

Word count: 838 words

Summary: The avengers managed to bring everyone back after defeating Thanos, Namor had been saving his feelings for quite some time

Warning: Nothing really, well I really don’t think there is a warning, just fluff or my idea of fluff

A/N: Hey! I just want to say that I am really grateful that everyone is still keeping the love for Namor and Tenoch alive, plus I'm enjoying all the fluffy requests you guys gave me, so thank you so much!

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Namor stared at his hands, completely frozen, not knowing what to do. He stood up and turned around, his eyes opening in fear, trying to find you anywhere across his cave. His hands were trembling but he force down the need to throw up as he began calling desperately at you.

“(Y/N)!” He screamed, moving inside his cave, throwing things out of his way. “(Y/N)!” He tried again.

Namora was the one who found him sitting on the floor, his gaze completely lost, she kneeled in front of him when she gave him the news. It wasn’t only you, it was most of his people.

It took him one year to be able to step inside of his home, it took him two years to be able to sleep on his bed, it took him almost four years to be able to sleep without nightmares.

The first years without them (without you) were the hardest for everyone as for him. The others were lost and even if Namor wasn’t in the right mind to continue helping them, he force himself to just suck it up and keep a strong façade.

At first, the others waited outside of their homes for the returning of the lost ones but it never happened. So they began putting altars in honor of the dead.

Namor almost broke down when he saw your name in one of those.

He became a bit secluded (even more than before), only going out to patrol the borders of the city or to help when his people asked him to. He began recollecting his food and bringing it to his home, not wanting to another one rob the job of you.

Then it happened, five years into your disappearance, he felt the waters go stiff, a part of himself growing in anger at the prospect that the surface-dwellers occasioned another fight that could affect the life of his people. He took his spear and without mentioning anything to the others he swam up with anger.

As his head manage to break the water surface, his eyes could see how some of them began appearing out of air. He frowned before that tiny voice inside of his head urged him to go back home, quickly.

He didn’t even had time to speak as Namora and Attuma announced the re-appearance of the lost ones.

Everything was so overwhealming that he needed some time, he asked for help, told them to help the others, that he needed some time and they accepted without any question. Namor swam to his cave, tired and confused at what was happening when he saw you there, sitting on the floor completely confused at your surroundings.

“K’uk’ulkan?” Your sweet voice brought him back but he couldn’t move. Namor stared at you as if you were a dream and couldn’t help himself but to slap his cheek with force. “K’uk’ulkan!” You quickly stood up, stopping your hand. You were real, you were here.

“Pa’atik.” Wait. Namor gently spoke, making you halt your movements and look at him in confusion. “Justo... pa'atik.” Just wait.

“Ma'alobech? Ba'ax úuch. Ma' a wilik Jach ma'alob k'uj 'túun K’uk’ulkan, wáaj a yaax yaantal wenel ma'alob.” Are you alright? What happened? You do not look so good, K’uk’ulkan, have you been sleeping well?

He laughed at your observation. “Jach a culpa in wilo'obe' beyo'.” It is your fault I look like this.

“Bixi?” How so?  Your eyes couldn’t help but widened at the accusation. “Ba'ax ts'o'ok in meentik jump'éel ba'al?” Have I done anything?

Namor shook his head, “Tin tukultaj ts'o'ok u sa'atal.” I thought I lost you.

His hand gently touched your cheek, you could feel the anguish of them, it hit you so deeply that it brought tears on your eyes. Before you could say anything, he hugged you tightly against his body, you doubt for a moment before placing your hands gently on his back. “In yaakunech.” I love you.

Your breath caught in your throat. “Wáaj ba'ax?” What? You whispered.

“In yaakunech.” I love you. He repeated as his hands trailed upwards your body and held your face in them. “Táan jach cegado u, ba'ale' desapareciste tin k'abo'ob, in yaakunech, ma' je'el in K'astal a ka'a.” I was so blinded to see, but you disappeared in my hands, I love you, I cannot lose you again. Namor leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and holding you against him.

You just stood there, watching him, holding him as his words echoed inside of you. He loved you, Namor loved you. His words made you cray in a way you thought never had cried before. You wanted to hate him for making you cry but you knew the truth and you didn’t have the nerve to deny it.

“I-In yaakunech xan.” I-I love you too. You whispered so quietly that Namor thought he imagined you say it. He couldn’t help but laugh, a huge smile forming on his face, softly dragging your face so he could kiss you.

[towerartt]

There is something about post-Elpis pre-Jack's ascendency jackothy that is making me soo insane‼️

Timothy is forced to take care of a guy who he had hated from the very beginning, but he has to stick by his side because... why, exactly? Because he signed a contract? Because it seems like the whole universe is after both of them? Maybe he is feeling guilty, like, this should have happened to him. His job was to take the bullets (eridian artifacts?) meant for Jack or whatever. But Jack never really seemed like he needed his protection, that’s the thing. The whole time, he was so stupidly sure of himself. He was also, frustratingly enough, kinda glorious. And maybe Tim resented how cocky he was, and he wished for something to knock him down a peg, right. But, holy shit, not like that.

The mark scares him. He hates aliens, he hates that he doesn’t understand what’s going on, he really hates the way doctors treat Jack. Everybody and their mom want to hook Jack up to some equipment and run tests. Tim doesn’t want to leave him in their hands. They all remind him of Autohn. 

And Jack. Jack hates everything and himself. He keeps thinking about what was promised to him: Hyperion, the Warrior, Pandora, and he knows that, eventually... But for now, his face hurts, and he doesn't feel very heroic. He wants to be victorious NOW he doesn't wanna be in pain! 

And he is non-stop taunted by his unscared face worn by a total stranger. He doesn't even know his name. Recently, his life has been centered around surviving many attempts at his life, and he got betrayed by a bunch of people, so excuse him if he isn’t particularly trusting. He just doesn't get why 21-C sticks around. He must have some kind of underlying motif, but Jack cannot figure it out, which annoys him. Maybe he wants to kill him, but then, what's the hold-up? He should really get on with it.

At least Tim (it does not take much prying to get him to reveal his real name) is a perfect scapegoat to blame all of this on. Lilith is who Jack is truly angry with (understatement of the century), but she is far away, and his doppelganger is right there. If he wants to play nurse, Jack is not going to make it easy on him. 

I just think it is very funny to have Tim try to help Jack all the while that dick does everything in his power to make Lawrence want to strangle him. Timothy is looking over his face, and Jack is like, “So did your mom not love you? You totally act like a guy who wasn’t loved by his mom. Just a casual observation! Don't get your panties in a bunch, jeez.. So, how's the face? Don’t tell me, don't tell me, let me guess. Still screwed up because you couldn’t do your damn job??”

He has Tim pacing around their living room, muttering to himself “I am not the sort of guy to hit an injured man I am not the sort of guy to hit an injured man I am not—”

It is about Jack being humiliated and scared and angry and taking it all out on Lawrence and Tim telling him "it's rotten work. especially to me especially if it's you. I am fucking doing it but christ alive."