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greenskellyblob · 2 years
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Red's showing Sans the constellations in the lights of the city
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morgansunflower · 9 months
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How Bad Can I Be?
Jason Todd X Reader
Warnings: child kidnapping, suggestive content, gun violence, violence, blood, attempted murder and past child abuse(from Jason's biological dad)
Words:1404
Arthur's notes! Story title is quoted from Wreck It Ralph.
Thanks to Jason's little niece the vigilante realizes how good of a, parent he can be.
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He can't breathe. How could someone do something so vile? This was Joker, he did kill him. But to take a little innocent girl. He feels physically sick. Every second was a punch to his gut. She was his little niece. Next to his wife she's his weakness to his seemingly tough exterior. Jason kisses Y/N's lips as she held their baby.
Jason was still anxious and absolutely terrified on being a first time Dad. Would he mess up? Would he be anything like his biological dad? He still remembered the abuse.... He barely held S/N scared somehow he'd hurt him..
"we'll be here, when you get back" Y/N said tears in her eyes.
Her heart was weak with the thought of the unfortunate lonely familiar nights that await her. That her niece was captured by the, monster that killed her love. Jason hugs his wife and child. He touches S/N head with his thumb.
"I'll make sure I come back" he promised kissing her again.
Joker left no trail and he, certainly wasn't in Gotham. Jason couldn't shake the feeling this was, leading up to something. That Joker was trying to torture him and his family through his niece. Nightwing was a complete and utter wreck inside. Though on the outside he was much like Batman. Barbara barely spoke either as she, continued to emerse herself in finding her daughter. Jason was worried about his brother and his sister but more so his niece. He knew they were in so much turmoil just as he was.
Jason can't shake the feeling of being played. They were heading to a, dead end he was for sure. He wasn't going to another funeral. Jason tried to tell Barbara and Dick he felt as though they were headed down a dead end. That they were missing something. The couple was reluctant fearing Joker may just be playing with them or like Jason fears plotting something much bigger.
They were in Switzerland after Joker's cards ended showing up with blood splatter. It wasn't Elainna but he was certainly playing with the parents minds. The three decided to split up as more clues appeared in entirely different countries.. Everyone was on edge.
Barbara looked at all the Joker cards from each country together on her laptop. As she saw the pattern of the blood splatter she connected them all leading to one pinpointed place. Jason was right.
"I'm going to find you" she said shallow breath
Barbara sends a non direct massage to the two vigilantes. She had to send something only they would understand incase Joker's men had hacked into her server's.
"fuck" Jason cursed reading the coded message.
It was a random group of numbers and letters coded. He knew it. Based on his gut and what Barbara said. Jason knew Ethiopia had to be the right place and he had a good feeling of where his niece is being held.
Red-Hood crouched lowly leaning close to the building. He sneaks in through the window onto a upper balcony. He stayed low seeing several gunmen down below. He had to play it safe and steady but quick. Jason has to keep himself upright as his heart is thrust with relief. She's alive.
Little Elainna was tied to a chair with a cloth tied over her neck covering her mouth. She had bruises on her knuckles from trying to fight Joker. He sees the crowbar in the sick bastard's hand. Jason looses his temper as he leaps down tackling Joker to the ground.
"uncle Jay!" she shouted happily
"close your eyes!!" he demanded
She obeyed closing them tightly. He didn't want her to see any violence. Joker laughs as he flips Jason putting him in a choke hold.
"well well if isn't the little birdie!"
Jason got loose of his grip punching him in the jaw. He shoots Joker's ankle before he could swing his crowbar. Joker drops the weapon. Jason takes the crowbar hitting Joker across his jaw. He turns as gunmen approach looking for blood. He drops the crowbar.
Jason scoops his niece up into his arms. Elainna clings to her uncle's jacket. Jason hides her face in the side of his, jacket to hide her from the violence about to unfold. He shoots his pistol's to the men. As Jason found cover behind a building.. He put his Bluetooth earbuds in her ears to block the sound of the bullets currently being shot at them. He puts on songs he knew she would enjoy and reloads his guns. Jason shoots at the gunmen to their knees. He hears painful groans. He quickly took the opportunity to flee...
Jason finds a safe-house the same one Bruce and Jason had stayed in when he was killed. He steps into a safe-house. He takes a deep breath letting his heart fully process the fact his niece is OK.
"ok were safe now"
"WHAT?!!" she asked unable to hear her uncle.
He laughs softly taking one earbud out "were safe kiddo"
"ohh!" she grinned bit then her adorable small lips tremble
"Aww hey don't cry you're safe now" he cooed to her hugging her tight
She hugs him tightly her little heart was beating rapidly. She was so scared.
"uncle Jay I scared" Elainna cried
"hey! Hey its OK. It's OK, Sweetie. It's OK. Your safe now. I'm gonna call your Dad and your Mom.. and until they get here. I'll be here to protect you, ok?"
The little girl touches her uncle's face. Jason forced his heart to calm and his eyes to remain dry. He was so scared. So many memories of this place and of what he went through. He needs his wife.
"you good uncle" she smiled kissing his head
"thanks shorty" Jason smiled back
Only a few hours later after the phone call. The door opens. Jason quickly moved by his niece and put his hand on his gun handle until he saw who it was. Elainna gasped to see her parents.
"Elainna!" Grayson cried
"Elainna!" Barbara sobbed
"Daddy! Mommy!" she shouted running into their arms.
"oh baby! Oh my sweet baby girl! My beautiful little girl" Grayson said with tears running down his face "I'm so sorry baby girl"
"it's OK" she grinned hugging her dad, with tears in her own eyes.
Barbara kisses her daughter's forehead. Jason couldn't help but envy the moment as he missed his wife and little boy. He loved S/N so much that it scared him.
"hey Jason" Grayson said, Jason looks to his brother "thank you"
"pfft it was nothing"
"Jason cut the bullshit" Barbara scoffed hugging Jason "you saved our baby girl"
Back in Gotham Jason sees his wife already in the Bat-cave waiting for him and the Grayson family. She hugs her husband as he began to stutter. He hugged her tightly terrified of how badly things had been for him and how bad they could've been for his niece.
After the greetings and joyous hugs for Elainna. Jason hugs his wife tightly. He missed her. He craved for her. He wanted to do so many things with her, he wanted to talk to her and hold her, but first..
"where's S/N? Is he doing OK?"
"and you're worried about being a good Dad? He's in his crib as any happy as baby can be but I'm sure he'd love to see his daddy"
Jason follows his wife to the nursery. S/N was laying in the crib awake. She gives the infant to her husband. Jason sighs holding the little baby boy. He holds his daddy's finger unable to hold it completely. Y/N's heart warms once Jason smiled. The couple was outside while they sat together on the bench. Grayson and Barbara playing tag with Elainna. Jason looks at his baby boy. It surprised him at how peaceful he looked in his arms.
"you know maybe I won't be such a bad dad.." Jason said his heart overwhelmed by how cute his son is.
Y/N lays his forehead on his head "of course you won't Jay! Though I have to ask. What made you realize that?"
Jason softly chuckled looking to his little niece laughing joyful. She smiled seeing her uncle smiling at her.
So much innocence who looked at him like a hero "because if that little kid likes me, how bad can I be?"
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ja3hwa · 3 years
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Yunho || Never Let You Go
Word count: 2.1k
Genre: Angst, Heartbreak, Sad times
Warnings: Too many!! Swearing, heavy verbal and physical abuse. Spitting, hateful words about readers body image (nothing specific but its still there). Degrading readers intelligence. Let me know if I missed something.
Notes: Readers Boyfriend is an abusive person. Yunho is our saver that gives great bear hugs. Honestly I don't really like this but I've been thinking about this scenario for a while, so yeah.
Also this not to make abuse look aesthetic nor romanticise it. This is purely for reading purposes. If you don't like it please block me.
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Lightings everywhere, loud music blazing and chatting among colleagues. An evening party to celebrate a new year for K-idols. You are grateful to be able to meet or catch up with anyone from different groups, both male and female. It was amazing, given your only a dance teacher for most of these people, you don't get the closeness like this evening is giving.
"I'm going to just speak to someone and then we can leave." Your boyfriend spoke quick, blunt and emotionless. Leaving in a second but not before demanding you to meet him outside in the parking lot. You sigh, agreeing before heading out. You didn't want to leave but deifying or biting back at him would lead to unspeaking actions. But that was what your relationship was, that's how it was supposed to be. right?
- Earlier that evening -
You and your boyfriend were walking towards the back entrance of the event hall after Luke was finally finished his cigarette. He didn't want to leave you inside by yourself because in his words spoke I don't trust you to not talk to other males. You keep your arms crossed over your chest keeping in the warmth of your body, seeing your breath as you sigh quietly.
"So a little birdy told me that you've been with that ateez boys again." You heard him spit out his words, making your heart drop.
"Uh, what are you talking about baby? I-I only work in the same company, I would never--." You cut yourself off afraid of getting into more trouble. Tempting to lie to him was not the best but if he found out you were sneaking around to hang out with people, especially with males, you and them would certainly die.
"Don't lie to me." He stops dead in his tracks, making you turn to look at him. You try not to make eye contact as he walks closer to you, only becoming an inch away. He grabs your arm, making you flinch slightly at the sudden pressure.
"Aw baby." He strokes your arm sinisterly, pulling you face up by your chin so you are forced to look at him in the eyes. He brings twos fingers up to a strand of hair that fell in front of your face, pulling it behind your ear. A disgusted feeling hits in the pit of your stomach, feeling your jaw whimper at the feeling of the terrifying male towering over you.
"You know lying causes more trouble. Now tell me, am I not good enough? I know we don't have sex but that's because your body is disgusting and you don't satisfy my needs. You know I come first. So tell me why you must go around being a slut and sleep with them. And out of anyone, them?! it's like you are trying to make me mad." He pinches the bridge of his nose, spitting out swears and profanities. You stay frozen unable to find the words to say, too scared if you say something wrong you'll upset him further.
"I'm sorry but I didnt--DON'T FUCKING LIE TO ME." He slaps the left side of your face hard, making you fall to the cold damp ground. You feel tears swell up, beginning to fall from your red eyes as your body starts to tremble.
"Get up, mutt." He hacks, spitting down at you. You shakily get up, unaware of what his next moves were. Your legs wobble, threatening your balance. He grabs your wrist pulling your numb body to him, digging his nails into the rough flesh, fearing to draw blood.
"Luke, please... I didn't" He grabs your neck, holding it tight, blocking your air pipe with a hard grip. Your breath hitches, brain starting to go into panic mode but you don't dare put your hands up to try and stop him, letting him have his way with your ragdoll body.
"If I ever catch you with another man, especially them. I'll break your legs and blame it on a car accident. I'll destroy every part of this pathetic body and make sure you have nothing left. Cause I own you." His eyes filling with rage, his grip threatening to snap your neck. You feel weak, your vision blurring, life leaving. The feeling of loss and helplessness. He won yet again.
"I-I'm sorry." You finally get out a word, apologising for your actions. With that, he lets go of your neck scoffing as he watches your body fall back to the cold ground. You cough out feeling the oxygen flooding back to you, trying to take a deep breath.
"Let's go back inside and if anyone asks you why your face is red, you better come up with a good story." He couches down to pick up your face up by your chin. Looking at you with a head tilt giving you a blank expression.
"I do this cause I love you. You need to learn my baby." He tucks the same small piece of hair that fell in front of your face earlier that night back behind your ear.
"I love you too." You smile at him as he gets up and walks back inside leaving you alone to cry softly. You hated him, you hated yourself and what's more, you hated that in your mind you somehow thought you still loved him.
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"Oh hey Y/n. Leaving so soon?" You glance up from looking at your feet to see none other than the Ateez boy's hanging around in the back entrance parking lot, seeming like they were waiting for their ride to also leave for the night.
"Yeah, it's getting late. Besides, I have practise tomorrow. I'm helping Lisa with a photoshoot so I can't be late for that." You chuckle lying about your early retire. The boys all laugh along with you knowing the pains of getting up early.
"Y/n." You froze, instantly regretting opening your mouth, reminding yourself the reason you got hurt earlier this evening. A pit in your stomach begins to form, knowing you are going to get a worse punishment once you get home.
"I-..Luke, you ready to--"
"Why are you talking to them?" He growls clearly angry at your stupidity to talk to males. He sighs trying to keep his cool, pinching the bridge of his nose once again.
"Oh w-we work together. We were just talking about wor--."
"Did I give you permission to talk to them?" He strides towards you griping your already bruised wrist, pulling you towards him. You glance over at the others, all clearly shocked at the situation that's unfolding in front of him. But this is normal for you, to be yelled at 24/7 by the person that's supposed to be the one to make you feel safe.
You look over at Yunho, he's staring at you with so much concerning his eyes. His blood boiling at the sight of Luke gripping onto you. You feel your head spin, wanting nothing more than to break down and scream out how much Luke is abusing you. How much he hurts you. How much he makes you feel useless.
"Let's go." He pulls at your wrist but you pull back, breaking out of his grasp. His expression drops, fury in his eyes, slowing filling his body with rage.
"What are you doing?" He spits out.
What am I doing? You thought gulping at your dry saliva, heart threatening to beat out of your chest.
"Come on babe, let's. go." He states stern. Sweat forming on your brow, hands clenching into fists with balls of fabric from your shirt. You finally look at him on your own, looking dead in his eyes.
"No." You whisper, unable to speak any higher.
"WHat?" A shocked expression wipes over, biting the inner of his mouth, feeling the urge to throw his hands. Time seems to feel like it has stopped, a build-up of rage. So many emotions fuzzing your brain.
"I said no." You clear your throat. He goes to grab your arm once more but you sidestep away from him.
"Y/n I swear to god if you don't come with me right now."
"What? You'll hurt me, you have an audience now." You spat, pointing at the boy's standing awkwardly in the cold parking lot. He looks over at them making eye contact with Yunho. Mingi holds him by the shirt not wanting him to get involved just yet.
"I'm done. I don't want to be with you anymore." You finally broke your silence, the ball in your throat melting away, letting your words spill out like a river.
"What?! You're acting crazy. Did that fall mess with your brain." He lowly chuckles, trying to fake out a small laugh.
"Oh you mean the fall that happened when you hit me, yeah probably." You snapped. Hearing your words, Yunho broke from Mingis hold, fists in balls. He aimed for your boyfriend. Luckily Seonghwa grabbed his arm, making all the boys come closer to the verbal fight, trying to not step in unless you say otherwise. Luke however flipped finally having enough of your words, grabbing your arm, pulling you towards his body.
"DON'T TOUCH ME." You elbow him in the chest, pulling yourself free. Your heart swells the beat quickening as if it was going to burst outright of your chest. You look back to see Yunho with rage in his eyes being held back by not only Seonghwa but now Mingi and Wooyoung too. You scan the parking lot to see no one else. Sighing, you give a brief smile to the boys before looking back at Luke.
"You know what Luke, you are a disgusting, selfish, and pitiful women beater." Your words spill, choking lightly, you forbid yourself to cry in front of him, not to dare give him any satisfaction. Your heart snaps, breaking your silence.
"If you don't get what you want, you hurt people until you do. I'm done. You always tell me to fake a smile and tell everyone how perfect our relationship is. But in fact, I have nothing to smile about when I'm with you..." You step forward, making Luke take two steps back. You point at him, your face flushing red as rage now fueled your words.
"I've been waiting so long to finally have the strength and courage to tell you I don't owe you a god damn thing!" you scream your last words, finally getting your first breath of freedom in a while. He drops his image, glance at the males watching the intense show. Clicking his knuckles not caring about them seeing what is unfolding anymore.
"So you think you can do whatever you want because you have an audience behind you?" He growls bending to your eye level.
"You're so fucking stupid somethings. God, you make my life so fucking difficult." He sighs throwing his hands in the air, you flinch slightly, trying your best to stand your ground but your body is still afraid of him. He notices that giving out a light chuckle.
"I own you, I own your life, I gave you everything! You are mine!! I control you." He throws a tantrum feeling himself not getting his way. You look to the floor giving out a small laugh at his words, quickly wiping a stray tear before he could see.
"You own me? You gave me nothing! If you really did own me, control everything I do. Would I be able to do this?" You turn around looking Yunho dead in the eyes, Seonghwa and the others let him go, giving him the clear to finally intervein. You walk up to him in a second wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him close.
"Kiss me," You whisper, pulling him into a fuzzy and warm kiss. Passion spilling from both of you. Your heart skipping, never feeling such an emotion from only being with Luke. The kiss is different, something loving. You let go of him as he lets out a small droughted breath, shocked yet elated. Your attention back to Luke, you see him walking with full force toward Yunho. You move in front of him slapping him clean in the face, nearing making him lose his footing.
"You..." He holds his right cheek, spitting onto the floor. You hear faint 'ouch' and 'oohs' from the boys behind you. Luke noticing the noise to he grunts, standing up while fixing his suit.
"You know what, I just realised I'm still needed inside." He closes the button on his suit jack before scoffing off back towards the side entrance of the hall.
"I'm going to call the police." He stops dead in his tracks looking back at you in disbelief.
"I'm going to get all my things from your house. then I never want to see or speak with you again." He doesn't respond, taking in a large breath from his sniffling nose, he walks back inside. The minute he disappears from your view. The world feels like it came crashing down, all the pain and fear that was building for years, washed away in a second. You fall to the ground as your legs gave out from under you, finally letting your emotions overwhelm you. You sob, tears falling faster than rain.
"Y/n." You're quickly comforted by all the boys, all around you, calling out 'are you okays' and other worries they had. None of them came thew, as your brain felt like it was slowly shut down. The cold of the floor and wind was soon taken away from a large bear hug, engulfing you into comfort. Yunho stroked your hair whispering soft 'shh it's okay, I've got you now.' letting you cry into his shoulder.
He was never going to let you go...
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heybuddyitsmehai · 3 years
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🎉Happy Birthday Honey🎉
I know I'm just one of many people who will be showering you with love today, but I really, truly, hope your day is amazing and I luh you very many lots all the time 💕
Bedtime Routine with Botanist!Ezra
Maybe the two of you have been scavenging the Green for flowers all day and now that the planet's suns have set, you're both more than ready for bed.
You follow him obediently back inside your tent, a bag full of pressed flowers slung over his shoulder and his journal tucked under your arm.
Ezra has been telling you a story about the last time he came face to face with a toydarian lizard as the pair of you hiked back to the tent in an effort to keep you from getting too sleepy, but now that you're both home, he lets his weariness get the better of him.
His shoulders slump as he steps through the canvas door and he lets out a deep sigh, slugging his pack and tool kit to the floor beside the cot. "I do believe I am spent, my love. The call of our cot is ringing in my ears louder than it normally does."
You nod in agreement, stifling a yawn, and begin to take off your suit, the extra weight of it much like the heavy exhaustion clouding your mind. Ez is quick to help you out of it, careful to avoid snagging your hair as he pulls the helmet up and off of your head.
“Tea, birdie?" He asks as he unzips the back of your suit, reaching out for your hand as you step out of it.
"Mmm, I can make it Ez. Lay down and rest your shoulder."
The prospector is keen, time and attentive afffection having made him well aware of your wiles. "Let me do this for you." He gently prods, the soft pads of his fingers trailing down your now exposed arms.
You exhale loudly and throw your head back. "Fine."
Ezra beams and leans forward to give you a tender kiss, his mouth soft and warm against yours. A smile spreads across his lips as he pulls away, dragging his fingers across the column of your outstretched neck and up to comb a wild sprig of hair behind your ear.
You lean against him and stretch back up for one more peck before Ezra squeezes you tightly.
He hums deep in his throat, warm and content and fulfilled with you in his arms. He lets you free, then moves over to the makeshift kitchen and begins preparing your tea. Your favorite mug is taken from it's home, the container of black tea, the smell blooming and proud as he opens it, is shaken and carefully prodded through.
You smile at his thoughtfulness, his selflessness reserved just for you. You begin getting ready for the evening and as you're brushing your teeth, Ezra sticks his head around the corner.
"Tea's ready, my love. It's next to your book stack."
You smile and nod a thank you through a mouth full of toothpaste.
Ez wiggles in beside the sink and next to you, foraging for his own toothbrush.
You muddle, your mouth slightly agape with foaming toothpaste, "We gotta clean my suit before we go back out tomorrow."
Ezra nods and squeezes toothpaste onto his toothbrush. "The swamps of the Green are harsh and unforgiving, I'm afraid."
You nod and wash out the last of your toothpaste, "At least we finally found your special flower though."  
The botanist quips before beginning to brush, "I've had my special flower all along." One of his dark eyebrows cocks upwards and a smile tugs at his lips.
Your cheeks beam at his words, but you roll your eyes to tease him. "Easy there, cowboy." Moving a hand along the ridges of his back, you teeter over and kiss his cheek, giving his bare shoulder a little squeeze before pulling away.
You hurry back to your cot and to the mug of tea steaming faithfully on the stack of books by your bedside.
You sip it happily as you wait for him and he joins you in bed soon after. He pulls you close to him and mumbles under his breath, "Night, sweet birdie."
Throwing back the last of your tea, you smile and nestle your face into his chest, "Night, Ez."
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Teaching Din How to Bake
Sweet baby Din is so good at lots of things. Hunting, gathering, headbutting, being emo, etc but baking...is not one of those things.
He wants to do it, he really does, because he knows how much you love it and how happy it makes you.
But no matter what, somehow your birthday cake comes out either burnt or still doughy somehow.
He's been trying to practice in secret so he can surprise you on your birthday with the perfect cake, but it's been hard to keep the Crest from smelling like burnt food.
The night before your birthday, he's giving it all he's got, an aporn on over the beskar, flour on his thigh plate, the heat from the oven causing his helmet to fog up, him crouching in front of the glowing machine just staring into it.
The timer hasn't gone off yet but he thinks he can see the cake burning and he really doesn't want to burn it because it's the night before your birthday and he really doesn't want to give you a burnt cake but if he burns it where will he get a new one and when will he find the time to surprise you if he's spending that time fixing the cake and-
"Din?" You ask from the doorway, your hair frizzy and your eyes squinting. "What are you doing?" You chuckle.
He clears his throat and stands slowly, wiping his gloved hands on his apron. "I was, uh, I am-" he looks back down to the oven. "I think I'm burning your birthday cake."
You smile as you watch him pull the lump of batter from the oven. It's slanted and clearly not whisked together well enough, but you could tell he really wanted to do it himself. "It doesn't look that bad."
Din puts his hands on his hips and sighs, shifting his weight. "Yeah...it does."
You sigh and move to him, your brave and fearless bounty hunter who braved the wilds of the kitchen for you. You run your hands up his chest to wrap around his neck. "Thank you for trying."
Din stands awkwardly under your touch, clearly disappointed in himself and feeling a bit embarrassed. He sighs heavily, "I'm sorry. I wanted to surprise you."
You lean up to kiss the edge of his helmet. "I know. But now," You begin, reaching behind him to untie your apron he's wearing. "I can teach you."
"But it's your birth-"
"Din," You look up to the slat in his helmet to where his eyes would be. "I want to."
He let's out a sigh and nods, "Okay."
You take your apron off of him and put it on, Din there to tie it securely around your waist.
Din is a perfect student, listening and watching intently and trying not to be too helpless.
You can feel him tense when you put your hands over his, showing him exactly how to whisk the batter.
After the batter is made and the cake is in the oven, Din let's out a heavy sigh, brushing a hand through your hair. "Thank you."
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Farmer's Market with Jack
For a summer day in July, the weather is not too bad and Jack is insistent on the two of you not waste it and go to the farmer's market.
"I'll make it fun, darlin', just do me this kindness."
You nod and beam up at him, a smear of flour on your cheek. "Anytime."
Looking up into his golden-flecked eyes, seeing the quirk of his smile and that one piece of hair that just won't stayed combed behind his ear, you can't help but to bend to his desires.
When you agree to it, he gives you a kiss on the cheek in recompense and hurries to shower and get ready for the day.
The market is full today, everyone else taking advantage of the nice weather as well, you assume.
Jack holds one of your hands in his and leads you forward through the stalls, "Anything catch your eye, clementine?"
You push yourself closer to him to avoid the hordes of people and not at all because you can see the outline of his bicep through the tight fabric of his shirt and can't stop yourself from needing to feel it.
The two of you stop at a booth selling squash and giggle at their funny shapes, Jack taking full advantage of the vegetable props to make you laugh even harder.
He loves seeing you like this; the stress of the day not yet pulling at your shoulders, the warm sunshine on your face and glinting off your dark hair, the ease of your time spent with him is suddenly surprising and helps him to realize just how much he loves you.
After buying a head of asparagus and a few huge sweet potatoes, he spots a booth selling flowers down the path and turns to you quickly, blocking your line of sight, "Will you do me a favor?"
A twinge of rouge rises in your face and you nod yes, batting your eyelashes dutifully up at him.
"Close those pretty blue eyes for me and stay right here, baby. I'll be right back." He requests and after you comply, he gives the bridge of your nose a quick kiss before you can hear his boots walking away.
Standing in a bustling farmers market with your eyes closed and tote bag in hand is not ideal and a little nerve wracking, but for Jack, you had to at least try.
He returns quickly and you can hear the smile in his tone when he says "Okay, open 'em."
When you do, you see that he has brought you a bushel of tulips; white and pink and yellow and red.
You're unsure how to respond and he can see it in your face. "You don't want them?" He asks, his eyes wide.
“No, no, Jack, I want them, I just-" There it is; that pesky heart rising in your throat. "I don't know what to say...Thank you."
He smirks at that, knowing it was a job well done, and pulls you into a hug, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. "You know I'd do anything for you, don't you, pretty girl?"
You nod and let your eyes close. "Yes, Jack."
"Good." He ends, using his lips to press the word into the softness of your neck and squeezing your sides just a little bit tighter.
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