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the-wintershade · 2 years

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cold branches and warm sighs

pairing: jack russell x reader summary: transformations are exhausting for Jack, but you’re always there to find him and keep him safe wc: 1.0k+ genre: worrying, sweet, comfort, sleepy warnings: jack’s cuteness, honestly a/n: hi loves! happy early halloween! this mcu short was so well done! i loved every moment of it!

“Jack!” Gunshots fizzed and sparkled in the cold air. Your feet crunched against the leaves and frost. “Jack! Where are you?”

Ted pounded over to your camp scared and white-eyed. It didn’t take many grunts and huffs from you to get the picture. Hunters, again.

The branches rustled in agitation, and they scratched against your skin, drawing angry welts. Your hurried breaths frosted into white clouds. The sleepy blue dawn threatened to spill through the trees.

It would be moments until Jack changed back if he hadn’t already. More leaves split apart as you tore through the trees.

“Jack! Answer me!” The flashes of the guns were getting closer now, emissions floating in the air colored orange and red. You stopped, splaying your hand against a nearby tree to steady yourself.

You wouldn’t be able to hear him if you kept running like this. If you stopped, maybe you’d hear a grow or a stumbling. The leaves and wind grew hushed. The clang of the hunter’s gear shot through the quiet, but just beyond, just out of reach, there were discombobulated steps. It had to be Jack.

More controlled this time, you moved over, the leaves parting instead of flying away from your feet. It was so dark he was hard to spot. Every patch of blackness could be tree or a bundle of branches.

Then you found one that moved. A voice, tired and cracked trickled through the dark. “Mi vida?”

Your stomach unfurled. You almost fell into him, crushing him against your body, arms around his neck. His forearms dug into your back, curling you against his chest, his cold nose brushing against your exposed neck. Your warm sighs tickled each other’s cheeks in sync.

He must have just turned back. All he had was a blanket, thin and scratchy. As he hugged you, he wrapped it around your back, drawing you into his warmth as much as he could.

Your shaky arms slowly loosened from his neck and you smoothed them against his upper arms. “You okay?” Your eyes searched his tired expression.

“I’m alright. Just a little tired.” His eyes drooped in tandem with his words. Then he started to fall, leaning into your chest. Your arms wrapped around his torso to catch him. “Just need to rest.”

Sparing a glance over his shoulder, the golden sparks of the weapons were getting closer, red twinkles from enchanted whips and daggers. You couldn’t stay here. Every moment put the both of you in danger of people that are a lot less forgiving than the dark, looming trees. The only thing they could do was intimate you.

Except for Ted. Ted could incinerate people. You had plenty of people behind you for him to become acquainted with.

You angled Jack so your hips were aligned, curling an arm around his middle to pull him forward. His legs were slow to cooperate but your determination more than made up for it. “Come on. Let’s get you somewhere warm.”

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“Hey,” you smoothed your hand through his tussled hair. He began to stir, humming and squeezing you closer. His head rested near your neck, right where he always liked it. His arms rested around your center and his chest was half pressed against your torso.

By the time you’d gotten back to camp, he’d nearly collapsed, half from the exhaustion from the transformation and from avoiding the hunters chasing the wolf. You’d had to lay him down, tucking him under the blankets and breaking some heating pads to life.

He dressed when he felt some life in his bones again, sleepily slugging into his pants and shirt. You just returned from giving Ted a hot mug of coffee, refueling him for getting the hunters off your trail. You’d make sure to go later in the morning with him to help clean up the evidence.

Just as you pushed the flap to the tent open, he rolled over to face you, a soft smile on his face. “Come here,” he freed an arm from his blanket to hold out to you.

He was asleep a few moments later, mumbling his thanks and affection. You pressed an I love you into his scalp, thankful he was back in your arms again.

Now, his eyes peeled open, a contented hum slipping from his lips. “Good morning,” he grinned. He shifted higher so you could rest against his chest, rolling over so he lay beneath you. “How’d you sleep, amor.”

Snuggling against him, you breathed in the leaves and cold air still stuck to his clothes. There was something warmer and deeper there too; it was uniquely his. He said the same thing about you when he woke up in the mornings. He loved holding you close enough to memorize your scent. He wanted to keep it near him so he wouldn’t forget when he changed.

“Better now that you’ve gotten some rest.” His answering kiss to your crown sent a flare up your spine and warm jelly to spread through your core.

“How’s Ted?” His voice rumbled against your ears.

“He’s alright. He was worried about the hunters before. He thought they were getting close to where we were.” You could still see Ted’s wide-open eyes and rushed strides.

Jack frowned, holding you against him tighter. “I hope I didn’t scare him. I was trying to lead them away before I got close to transforming.”

“I’m sure he knows. He sent your knight in shining armor after you anyway,” you smirked, watching his eyes light up in amusement.

“Oh, amor, I see you take your responsibilities seriously.”

“I always do. It’s you we’re talking about.”

He didn’t answer, but his growing smile answered for him. His lips parted as he brought a finger beneath your chin, tilting your face up to touch foreheads and then gently eager lips. His kiss was soft and smooth but you deepened it, pressing your worry away with your lips.

As you broke apart, he trailed a pinky down your forehead, brushing your hair away from your face. “Thank you,” he sighed, a peaceful look in his eye.

“I love you too,” you hummed. He giggled.

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heartsfromjeanee · 1 year

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Drunken Love

Jack Russell x Reader

Summary: After a night of drinking with a new friend, Jack comes home after having more to drink than he could handle, and you take care of him A/N: I had just recently watched this short film (even though it came out in October oops) and I let me just say Jack is definitely going to be my new hyper fixated character along with Moonknight now

You were buried up in a blanket on your couch while hallmark movies played on the TV. You let out a soft sigh and glanced at the clock. 12:51 AM. You didn’t know why you were worrying so much. Jack had told you he was going out for drinks with his new friend…Jake was it? You could’ve sworn he said a Steven as well, but you couldn’t recall. You knew he was fine, but it was such a cold night and all you wanted to do was cuddle up with your boyfriend.

KNOCK KNOCK.

Your head perked up from where you were laying at the sudden noise.

“Amooooor? ¿Estás aquí? Mi Amoooooorrrrr”

You could hear his slurred call from behind the door and you could instantly tell that your boyfriend way overestimated his drinking tolerance. You got up from the couch and quickly went to open the door to reveal Jack, who stunk of alcohol. His face lit up into a bright smile at the sight of you.

“Amor!” Jack exclaimed. His arms swung out wrapped them around your waist while his head took its usual spot it the crook of your neck. You could hear him inhale you sent and let out a satisfied hum. “You smell so sweeeeet mi amor, me encanta tanto.” He slurred into your neck.

While he clung onto you, he managed to close the door behind the both of you and lead him to the living room, where you had been laying moment ago.

“Honey how much have you had to drink?” You questioned curiously as you sat the both of you down. Jack began to place soft kisses on your neck mummering incoherent words as he trailed the kisses down to your chest. “Jack,” you placed a hand under his chin and removed his lips away from you skin so you could lift his head up to look at his face, “how much did you drink?”

“Mmmm Jake changed me to a drinking game at the bar…I, I definently beat him but he says he won.” Jack said with a slight pout, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. You ran your free hand through his salt and pepper colored hair and gave him a little scratch behind his ear, making his eyes flutter close with pleasure.

You leaned you lips to his forehead and placed a kiss upon it before declaring, “Jack I’m going to get you some water to drink and then we are both going to bed, you’re going to be exhausted in the morning. Stay here, okay?” You got up and began walking over to the kitchen. Though as you entered the room, you heard footsteps trail behind you. You turned your head to see Jack stumbling your way trying to catch up with you. “Honey why didn’t you stay on the couch?”

Jack was once again sliding his arms around your waist, placing his head on your shoulder. “I missed you.”

“It’s been literally 10 seconds.”

“No, you left me on the couch forever.”

“If you say so sweetheart.” You shook your head and smiled to yourself. Carefully, you dragged Jack with you to the cabinet and grabbed a glass. Then, you maneuvered over to the sink and filled the glass up with water.

“Okay time to go to the bedroom, love.” You said as Jack stayed attached to you as you led him around.

“Oooo amor those are my favorite words~” Jack whispered into your ear, and you rolled your eyes.

“Not tonight, Jack.” You scolded as you brought the both of you into your bedroom. You leaned toward the nightstand to place down the water before forcefully detaching Jack from yourself so you could get him onto the bed. You sat him up against the headboard and while you turned to grab the water, he began to take off his shirt.

“It’s too hot in here.” He whined while struggling to get his shirt over his head. Once he finally got it off, you moved the cup of water to his mouth.

“C’mon love you need to drink up. It will cool you off.” Thankfully, Jack listened to your instructions, taking a few gulps out of the glass you held for him. When finished, you placed the glass back onto the table where it was before, next to the bottle of aspirin you left there for the morning. You yawned as you walked over to the other side of the bed while Jack fumbled off his belt and pants.

You climbed into the bed and situated yourself under the covers, Jack following suit. He was quick to curl up into you, placing his head in the crook of your neck just as he had done before. Once again, he had been mummering sweet nothings to you as he kissed your neck. It only took a few more minutes before the kisses stopped and soft snores filled the room.

“Buenas noches, mi amor.” You whispered before letting yourself drift off into a peaceful sleep as well.

#jack russell x reader #Jack russell x you #Jack Russell #Werewolf by night x reader #Jack Russell Fluff #Jack Russell Drabble #Jack Russell One Shot #Jack Russell x (Y/N)#Marvel One shot #Werewolf by night

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certaincollectionlandblog · 11 months

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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

#jack russell x reader #werewolf by night #gael garcia bernal #jack russel x reader #jack Russell smut #jack Russell blurb #jack Russell Drabble #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel smut #marvel

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onbearfeet · 17 days

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Rainy night at Bloodstone Manor

(aka it's raining here and I'm feeling drabbly)

It wasn't a particularly dark or stormy night.

Mostly, it was wet. Rain came spilling haphazardly out of the indifferent cloud cover, fat drops that splattered on the roof, trickled down the windowpanes, and dribbled out the drainpipes. Not light, not heavy, not dramatic--just wet. There was nothing to hunt, nothing trying to kill the inhabitants of Bloodstone Manor, nothing to do but be indoors.

Elsa was ensconced in the library, curled in her favorite chair with a small fortress of books stacked around her and a cooling cup of tea at her elbow. The fire crackling in the grate was small, but sufficient. She'd be awake all night.

Ted liked to spend rainy nights in the conservatory at the tip of the south wing. He sat tailor-fashion in the middle of what had once been Verussa Bloodstone's prized poisonous fern collection, listening to the song of the rain on the glass.

Bucky was in the cupola, wrapped up in several quilts and enjoying the unique combination of being warm and dry even as he could smell the rain. His vibranium left hand was wrapped around an enormous mug of coffee and his eyes were closed in contentment.

Jack was in his bedroom, under five layers of blankets, snoring contentedly with the window cracked. He'd made himself a cup of champurrado and gone to bed early. Rain meant denning up; everyone knew that.

#fic drabble #monster mash #werewolf by night #elsa bloodstone #jack russell #ted sallis #bucky barnes #in which i am all of these characters except for the coffee part #i am tragically allergic to coffee #bucky barely notices caffeine he just drinks it for the taste #if you've never had champurrado you are Missing Out #cozy monster vibes #jack's behavior is once again based on actual wolves

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buckysaster · 1 year

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Siesta

pairing: jack russell x reader

summary: lazy afternoons, heart-warming meals, and sweet nothings.

tag/s: domestic fluff

word count: 910

a/n: i was listening to this music and i thought it would fit to write this drabble. also, i do apologize if there are any errors with the translations. thank you!!

Gold specks sparkling as they swim in the air, passing through between the gaps of your fingers.

The comforting warmth of the orange glow of the setting sun spills in the whole quaint bedroom. Hearing the gentle rustle of leaves blown by the bracing wind through the open windows. A small contented sigh escaped from your mouth, lowering your hand after you woke up.

How fortunate you are to spend your time like this at home with the man you love.

Shifting your head away, you turn your attention to Jack still curled up against you. Quiet snores that are featherlight as whispers can be heard, steady warm breaths brushing against your skin under the thin cotton sheets you two shared. His arms were wrapped around your shoulder, hugging your body while he had his leg draped on the top of your legs, securing you in one place.

Lazy afternoons like this were nothing new for the both of you. In fact, you hated taking naps as a kid wanting to go and play outside, but that changed as you grew up.

After eating a quick heartwarming meal that he always prepared with you. You followed Jack to your shared bed as he let himself plopped. You wanted to take a rest before cleaning up the mess on the yard. Relishing every moment as both of you quickly dozed off in the middle of the afternoon.

You carefully stretched out your hand between your bodies and reached up his face. He must be exhausted as he just recently transformed back to his human form.

You caught yourself staring at him, admiring his glorious beauty where the light highlights his olive skin. Slowly tracing every tiny crease on his face, the curve of his jaw, and lashes of his eyes. You never missed a detail before you dragged your fingers along the shell of his ear.

He began to stir at your touch, squeezing you closer to his body. You averted your eyes from your hand, seeing his lips pulled up to a lazy smile that made yours too.

"Did I wake you up?"

He shakes his head, eyes still shut.

"How's your nap?" you asked him, your hand curved around his cheek.

He didn’t muster any response, instead he nuzzled himself more in you as he placed his head on your shoulder that made you chuckle. “I guess I'm gonna take that as your answer.”

You gently pushed yourself a little as away from his chest to get a better look at him. "We should get off now. It's almost 4. I still have a lot to do."

"No, mi amor." he whispered in his deep, hoarse voice. "Ten more minutes. I'm going to help you.” He mumbled while rubbing soothing circles on your back which he knew you loved.

A short giggle comes out to you, “okay.”

For a moment, you lay your sight as you continued raking your nails along his salt-and-pepper hair. Watching him doze off again to sleep with his little pout.

"You look so adorable when you sleep," you begin.

He peeked at you with his one eye open, "are you trying to disturb me?"

You purse your lips as you suppress yourself to let out a laugh. “No.”

"No?" Jack quirks his lips, squinting at you. He sits himself upright and starts crawling towards you with a grin plastered on his face. You started to move yourself at the edge of the bed knowing by the way he is doing.

"Jack, don't you dare!"

Before you could have any chance to react, he pounced over you and pinned you down on the bed. His hands climbed up on your sides and poked a few times which made you squeal and wriggle as he started tickling you.

After a moment, his hands stayed on your waist while catching your breath.

"Pero me encanta la tuya, cariño." he said softly, locking to each other's loving gaze as he brushes the pad of his thumb on your cheek. The words escaped from his lips made you melt even more under the mattress. "Even when you snore." You lightly tap his arm in disbelief, filling the room with both of your laughs.

Jack cupped your face, bent down into yours in slow motion. Your arms snake around his neck, giving you a long, deepened kiss. Like a dream you wanted to embedded on your skin. A memory that you will never get tired of as you feel his lips sealed once again over yours. Filling your soul with complete adoration and contentment. All the warmth and tenderness of his touch, every movement, every thought, the words left unsaid. As the rhythms of your hearts sync as one. Both of you smiled into the kiss before he pulled away.

"How about a freshly brewed coffee?" Jack offered, removes himself on top of you as he helps you hoist up.

"That sounds great–" you nodded, grabbing his hand to get out of the bed– "With some buñuelos."

"Okay, whatever you want."

After preparing the coffee and snacks, you two sat facing the open window, overlooking the forest as the sun hid within, seeing the scattered twigs on the ground. You felt him plant a kiss on your forehead before you two had a sip of the fresh, aromatic drink. Like he always does. You can deal with that later on, but for now.

Nothing could be any better than this.

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translation:

pero me encanta la tuya, cariño. - but i love yours, darling.

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midgardian-witch · 1 year

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Common Ground

requested by @diamond-punk0963

Steven and Jack are friends and friends help eachother.

I have been working off and on on this since last November and decided to finally finish and publish the small drabble I came up with.

AO3

Edit: added link to AO3

"To be fair, waking up in a strange place with blood on me is not an experience I enjoy."

Steven snorts with laughter, nodding.

"Tell me about it, mate. At least I can ask the others what happened, if they are inclined to tell me."

Jack hums thoughtfully, looking deep into his cup of coffee.

"I envy you for that, I will admit."

Steven looks at him with a frown and puts his cup of tea down onto the low coffee table. He turns further to his companion, leaning in with eyebrows raised and a hopeful look in his eyes.

"Have you tried? Communicating I mean. The wolf is sentient, yeah?"

Jack shrugs in turn, head still turned down.

"He is sentient in the way an animal is sentient. He recognizes things and people but I am not sure how much thought is behind it."

He puts his cup next to Steven's and finally turns back towards him.

"I wouldn't know how to communicate. It's not like he can write me a letter. And I don't trust someone else being there when I turn so they can, I don't know, speak to him?"

Steven nods again, gaze drawn to the glass surface of the coffee table. The silent conversation he is having goes unnoticed by his werewolf friend.

"We could try? Talking to him?", Steven offers hesitantly. Jack ponders the offer with a wary look on his face.

"I'm not sure, my friend. I know you can defend yourself but…", he ends his sentence with a sigh, shoulders sinking with the weight of the danger that such an undertaking holds.

Steven reaches over and places a hand on his shoulder. With a reassuring smile he gives Jack a gentle pat.

"Not sure if that helps but Jake is very eager to wrestle a werewolf so I don't think you have to worry about us."

An amused snort escapes the werewolf and he shakes his head with a smile.

"Ah, now I see. You are just using me for the thrill of the fight. I must say I am wounded, my friend.", he responds jovially. Steven just grins at him, glad that his friend is in better spirits now.

It's strange how both of them are connected to the moon somehow. For their System the moon gives them strength to protect the travelers of the night. For Jack it grants him strength too but with it comes the loss of control, the pain and the suffering.

They weren't that different really. Maybe that was why they got along so well.

Jack reaches for his almost empty cup and takes one last sip. With a soft clatter he returns the cup to the table and turns back to his companion.

"I will think on it and I will promise to get in touch with you before the next full moon," he promises with a soft smile. Steven can tell it's forced for his sake rather than genuine hopefulness. Nonetheless he will help his kind friend. After all, a werewolf could be counted as a traveler of the night in need of aid - if you spun it right.

Steven returns the smile, genuine and encouraging.

"We'll be waiting for your message."

#jack russell #steven grant #moon knight #werewolf by night #moon knight drabble #werewolf by night drabble #drabble #fran-writes

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 2 years

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Werewolf By Night - Drabble #2

AN: Spoilers for Werewolf By Night and one tiny spoiler for Thor: Love and Thunder.

Chispeante - sparky in Spanish (Jack's nickname for the reader).

The sushi did indeed make you feel better. As you, Jack, and Ted sat in the forest munching away, your tender skin felt a lot less tender.

The clouds in the sky let out threatening rumbles and you cast an annoyed and worried look at them.

Ted noticed your expression and let out a concerned growl.

You shook your head, "Seems to be always when I'm eating or sitting down." You remarked ruefully.

"Do you have any idea what could be going on?" Jack asked.

You shook your head again, "Not a clue. I'm willing to guess that someone crossed a line up there though," you motioned to the sky with your hand.

Jack shrugged and crossed his arms behind his head, "Speaking of crossing lines, chispeante, I can't be the only one who thought that Elsa's stepmother went too far with the coffin demonstration."

You shuddered, "You weren't the only one, I can promise you that. Although she said it was her husband's idea, I'm not sure how much truth was in that statement."

Ted grunted, confused.

"Ted, you're better off not knowing," Jack replied, "some things should never be considered much less acted upon."

#mywriting #werewolf by night #werewolf by night spoilers #jack russell #female reader #jack russell x reader #ted #demigod reader #post thor: love and thunder #drabble

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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I have been renovating my bedroom and half of the living room and the entrance and today finally I'm done so I can get back to writing :)

#I'm very very happy with what I have rn :)#like the whole space feels so shiny even though you know is old #and I deep cleaned the fuck out of everything!!!!#fall cleaning woo change of seasons woo #anyway i wanna start with the layla drabble that has occupied my head and maybe have it today #and then i wanna see if I can attempt to write about jack russell because pretty boy has my heart #aaaaand then i should do the bruce sex tape mayhaps tommorrow cause is the oldest request currently #lets' seeeeeee #selene's musings

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thatsdemko · 11 months

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MASTERLIST(pt.2)

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I reached link limit on the mobile app and I don’t use my MacBook often enough with this app to keep adding links so this is part 2!

here is part one!

HOCKEY

jack hughes

fuck valentine part two

with feeling

auston matthews

four more years

Matthew knies

the other Matthews

NFL/NBA

more to come! check the first masterlist for more!

SOCCER/FOOTBALL

joão felix

in the sand

Christian pulisic

a blue London

Mason mount

a blue london

they want us to be

pablo gavi

fuck it, it’s fine

fake it — mini series

half past twelve

ruben dias

Jude Bellingham

the culer

FORMULA 1

pierre gasly

untitled drabble

the art of attraction (it’s always been you)

tale as old as time

charles leclerc

pains

the ways in which Charles shows you he loves you

drought

he’s just ken

feeling better

don’t go

flights to Tokyo

Lewis Hamilton

you belong with me

Carlos sainz

smooth operator

the devils on my shoulders

max verstappen

just an incident

the story of us good riddance

maybe I’m crazy

unknown

Lance stroll

like he would

room 305

the lakes

the archer

something blue

birthday bae

something new

Daniel ricciardo

Monaco lover

the ways in which Daniel shows you he loves you

to live, to learn, and to love

distraction

more of you

Oscar piastri

summer love in flicks

Silverstone

a shoey

wag

under the mistletoe

nyck de vries

Japan is calling

lando norris

ruin that friendship

chef y/n

without you there’s nothing to live for

the devils on my shoulders

making the bed

orange theory

the eras

without me?

yuki tsunoda

all mine… and his too

toto wolff

love thy neighbor

Liam Lawson

you’re on your own, kid

George Russell

junipers dad

Fernando Alonso

it is a glorious sunrise

jack doohan

so what did I miss?

Logan sargeant

he’s so American

INDY CAR

pato o’ward

woodward avenue

the ways in which pato shows you he loves you

payback

#thatsdemko masterlist #thatsdemkoupdates #masterlist #f1 imagines #football imagines #hockey imagines

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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the-wintershade · 1 year

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midnight blossoms

pairing: jack russell x reader summary: it’s been a hundred years since you’d last seen Jack, and the power of the memories won’t leave you. but returning to the place where it all started has a way of bringing him right back to you where he’s always belonged. wc: 3.6k+ (mhmm, there’s plot to this one) genre: ANGSTY, comfort, soft!Jack because he is a teddy bear, immortality angst, sweet reunion bliss a/n: thank you so much for the request anon! this was so much fun to write! i hope you enjoy it, and it fits what you were looking for!

The forest looked different from all those years ago.

Moonlight filtered through the tree branches same as before, but there was something missing in its glow. Maybe it was the spacing of the branches, twisted and maimed by time. Maybe it was the lack of magic in the air when you’d been here around three hundred years ago.

You could feel the sleepiness in the earth now. There used to be a greater buzz, more energy to draw from when you’d create little balls of fire for your campfires. The groups of supernaturals back then could be from fifty to one hundred.

Now, it was hard to find anyone that lived nearby that’d seen as many forests flattened to marshes and flimsy wooden buildings charred to nothing. There were many places that claimed to be a part of the “moon folk,” but their potions were cheap and murky and ambiguous words taken from fortune cookies.

You knew as much as the next supernatural that you didn’t need herbs and glowing juices to do what you did. All you needed was the energy of the earth, cultivated by the loving and respectful actions of others. Emotional content lived on in the soil. When soil turned into particles of air, the air then carried the emotions too.

That was the most powerful stuff, and that was why it was dying out. People don’t care like they used to.

The wind picked up, snapping through your hair and stinging against the collar of your jacket. You huddled into your outerwear further, squinting through frost-induced tears.

As you leaned forward in your steps, it was as if you could almost see that fire burning again, the gathering place of old friends, some new to time’s gentle embrace and some frozen to its growing incessant staleness. Their laughs pierced through the gale, the glints of their teeth twinkling like stars.

The memory dissolved as you approached the spot of your nightly meetings, a turquoise orb of moon-generated light emanating from your palm suffused the trees around you. The only thing left of this meeting place was the cream-colored flower of the moonflower.

About one hundred years ago, once the meetings had become more regular, a couple of members thought it’d be funny to make a garden, an arrangement of fauna that didn’t sprout until the group gathered with life. Some laughed, but others, you, and a special werewolf named Jack decided it would be fitting.

A garden of midnight life.

And so it came to be.

A new flower was planted each time a member joined and flowers were removed for those who the group had lost. Jack made sure to add one when Ned joined much later in the group’s history.

There were ten flowers then.

There was only one flower now; the only one cared for by you.

Crouching down, you brushed your fingers along its soft, silky petals, a caress of greeting. You felt the blossom hum against your finger in response. A sweet smile curved the side of your lips.

It was too cold for the flowers now, so you had to take some liberties with its environment. You made sure to come back to cast artificial warmth around the gentle plant. To the moonflower, it was always exactly sixty-five degrees.

Your smile lingered as you watered and nurtured the soil around it, pulling from the caring energy that strengthened each time you returned. But you weren’t just smiling from the emotions left behind, there was a special story about this plant.

You and Jack had planted this together. You wanted to place yours near the back, symbolizing your protection over the group. It was true after all. You did always light the fires, waiting for people to gather and creating a cocoon of warmth around everyone. Their joy only strengthened the atmospheric dome.

But Jack stopped you with a worried and soft look. “Oh no, you can’t leave that there. You must be in the middle.”

Your answering laugh was light and confused. You and Jack were friends, but since when would he care where you placed your blossom? “Jack, please. It’s where I want it to be.”

He huffed, teasingly rolling his eyes. “Come,” he bent down to pull you off the ground, gently firm hands holding the back of your elbow. “Let us place your blossom where it truly deserves.”

Your heart soften then, and once again when he kept you close to his body, ushering you along. It felt like you were being put on display as members smiled and smirked at each other as the two of you passed. You’d noticed their subtly knowing eyes for days but rarely did it think it had anything to do with you.

Their words drifted over, ghosts of more meaningful conversations.

“Making a move, huh?”

“About time.”

“I knew it! All it took was a flower and…”

An excited rumbling drifted over. You knew it was Ted. Of course, he would have something to say. He loved teasing the two of you about the way you always paired off to go get things together. It wasn’t your fault that the two of you enjoyed each other's company.

In your procession to the front, among stares of warm, familial eyes, you glanced back at Jack once. His eyes were the brightest you’ve seen them. While you shied away, he was glowing, smiling and nodding at everyone as you passed.

Then his eyes drifted to yours. Something in you melted at his softhearted gaze. His bright orbs relaxed into something warmer, that reminded you of the sugary coffee he loved so much.

He stopped you before you had the chance to look away, looking down at the ground in front of you. He’d led you to the front as he’d promised. He looked up at you with an adoring smile. “Here. Perfect.”

You forgot to breathe, trying to think of what to answer. His light laughs tickled the side of your stomach that pressed into his torso. He softly pulled you down to the ground with him as he placed his flower away to help you with yours.

His hands skimmed over yours as he helped you plant it. You tried to ignore it for the sake of your sanity, but then the bumps and affectionate grazes happened, again and again, fingers tangled together and backs of hands tickled and rubbed.

When you were done, both of your cheeks were a rosy, blushing collage. It was perfect. Claps from those around you, seeing what you had missed the last half a century, filled the air, but you were too lost in Jack to notice.

It was then that everything started. The dates, the warm belly laughs, the private moonlight meetings by a pond nearby. You lived together, loved together, and spent all that time with one another. And the two of you, happily insusceptible to time’s wear and tear on the body, took your time to enjoy what you had with one another.

And then, only a decade into bliss, the town’s people finally found your group’s meeting spot. Laughter morphed into screams, pacts of nonviolence shredded to pieces, and soon there were too many flowers that would need to be ripped up to reflect all the people you’d lost.

You, Jack, and Ted formed a circle, each person fanning out to try to minimize the damage as much as possible. Fires, both from you and Ted and the townsfolk, flickered through the trees, singeing bark and people. Jack’s growls were fierce and furious. Ted incinerated people without so much as a blink. You hurled fire and electricity at people’s heads.

You were all scared and overwhelmed, and eventually, the townspeople overwhelmed you all. Jack cried out. A bullet tore through his chest. You raced to give cover, and Ted followed, but by the shakiness in your arms and the growing wave of people coming, there could be no hope of all three of you getting out alive together.

You’d need to split up. You and Ted had already talked about Jack’s safety before, but since Ted was stronger and you were weak and drained, he would be the one to stay with him. You’d find another way out. You could move faster on your own.

But the procedure didn’t chase away the feeling that you might never see them again, and how little time you had to prepare for that. But you did have enough time to say your goodbyes.

So, you looked at Ted and nodded in silent farewell. His frown matched your own as a glistening tear lit by the orange fires trailed down your cheek. “I’ll miss you, Ted. Take care of yourself.”

His groan sounded more like an anguished and desperate cry. You felt a similar rush of pain well up in your throat.

Ted started to work on fending off the townspeople as best as he could. Their screams disguised your movements as you ran over to Jack. His face, a dense outline of hair in his werewolf state, contorted as he writhed. He folded his body around his abdomen and fresh wound.

Jack was good at healing. You’d found that out after he’d accidentally cut his thumb and he’d healed within about five minutes, but a bullet hole was much worse than a simple cut. It would take too long for him to stay here and try to rest up.

“Jack, baby,” you reached out and smoothed some of the hair out of his face. He flinched, evading your touch, but calmed once he recognized your scent. You’d worked together over the years, practicing when he was in his werewolf state so he’d be able to remember who you were in his shifts. It paid off now. “Ted’s going to take you away from here, alright?”

His eyes, locked on your face, twisted in confusion. He pressed further against your hand as if sensing that you were going to leave him. “You have to go, darling.” You tried smiling through the lump in your throat, but the cracks in your voice gave away how much this was hurting you. “I love you.”

He stilled at your words, frowning. Tears welled up in his eyes. Whatever you were saying must have been getting through to him. He reached up to you, careful not to press his claws against your face as he pressed his large, strong shaking hand to your cheek.

He tapped your cheek three times. It was a way the two of you could communicate when he couldn’t quite use words.

I love you.

Ted’s thunderous footsteps came nearer, but the two of you stayed there, trying to memorize each other’s faces so that time wouldn’t dissolve your features in both of your memories. And then Ted, with one last whining, sad grunt in your direction, picked up Jack and bounded away.

The townspeople were closing too fast to watch them run away, but you could hear Jack’s cry far after you’d hidden further into the woods.

And now, here you were, minus the moon folk, minus your friends, and minus Jack. You were the last known member of a family lost to time.

You always came here, every anniversary of the time the meetings started almost 225 years ago, to honor those that were and those that might still be. Because the stories of the moon folk became so popular nearby, it was safer to dig all of the flowers up, to keep people unaware of who might still be alive to hunt.

But you couldn’t forget the fact that you truly didn’t know how many survived. The only person you knew for sure of to this day was yourself. So you kept the moonflower planted, exactly where it was.

The plant was hurt in the ambush, half bent and weakly tied to its stem. In the five days you waited to return after, it somehow still lived on. You’d acquired some new scars too, a limp that wouldn’t go away until a few weeks later, and a gash up your forearm from a sword from the 18th century that would leave a scar for ten years.

After you’d dug up all of the other moonflowers and tossed them away to protect your family’s anonymity, you nurtured your blossom back to life with the little power you had left and vowed to return.

And here you were. It’d been a hundred years and some change since the ambush and massacre.

The wind drew your attention back to the row of trees you hadn’t realized you were staring at. It was the same row of trees that you’d had the feeling Ted and Jack ran to escape. You never knew if they’d made it, but you couldn’t find their bodies while you searched for people in the weeks following.

It was the last thing you had of Jack. The last image that played through your mind. Your memories, still very susceptible to time, forgot his face. But you had this moonflower in front of you to see all the time, and the affection in his smile was still familiar.

You’d looked for him through the years, but with it being so dangerous, name changes happening so frequently, and your method of moving to survive, it was hard to find anything. Ted would definitely stand out and so you looked at various reports of Big Foot sitings, the closest way mortals would describe him, but nothing matched his features.

Ted and Jack were lost from you.

But maybe one day, on an anniversary, he’d meet you here and you’d be happy again.

You just didn’t realize that day was today.

You collected the wood to start a fire as you’d done before, a ritual to celebrate the times you’d had here. The wind was blowing hard enough to blow out the flame before it caught on the wood, but once you created a cocoon of sixty-five degrees of still wind, the fire had no problem catching.

Your cocoon wasn’t as strong as it was before, the emotions tied to this place fading by the year, but it was enough to keep you protected.

You’d just sat down to do your annual fire-staring contest with yourself before you heard the trees rustling around you. It wasn’t uncommon for different animals to come by to inspect the flames, but these weren’t the steps of an animal.

These were human movements. And human movements spelled danger.

You didn’t bother putting the fire out, but you stood and cloaked yourself, watching for movement around the edges of the trees around you. After fanning through a couple of rows, a head peeked out, a bit older, but with a timid gait you recognized.

You needed more information to be sure. There were many times all over the world you’d thought you’d seen him.

When the orange glow spilled over his suit, his face with his ancestral markings, and the warm, soft look in his eye un-morphed by time, you knew it was Jack. “Hello? Anybody there?” The sound of his voice, familiar and comforting was followed by a surprised cry. It took you a minute to realize it was yours.

“Hello?” Jack called, desperate. Apprehension pulled his shoulders into stiff peaks, ready to spring at the first sign of danger.

You forgot you were still cloaked and dissolved the spell. “Jack.” You breathed.

He stilled at the sound of your voice, just like he’d done all those years ago. “Amor?”

Cutting across the short distance between the two of you, you barreled into him, arms locked around his torso, drawing you as close as possible to him. He pressed you tightly against him, a sigh of happiness and heartbreak blowing against your ear.

He cupped the back of your head, stroking your hair. “You’re alive.” His whisper splintered as if broken by his disbelief.

You uttered his name against his chest, repeating it over and over again as if it were the first time you’d ever learned it. Maybe this was your way of relearning, trying to commit the way you said his name memory after letting it rest dormant. A name without a person to respond to it. It hurt.

But it was different now. Now he was right in front of you, holding you, whispering your name against your skin too. Your names weren’t figments of your imaginations anymore. They meant something tangible now.

Then came the tears. Both of your chests heaved in realization that you’d been alive and not together all those years. You’d spent time apart you could have spent together, lost time that didn’t have to be.

“Ted?” You’d garbled between hiccups.

Jack nodded his head, moving back from your embrace to cup your cheeks. “He’s alright.” His words warbled, but Jack was smiling. “We’ve been moving around together. I actually had to go save him a few nights ago.”

“Good.” You buried back into his chest giving your brain a chance to register that Jack was real and alive and holding you. “I’ve been coming here for years. I never saw anyone. I thought everyone was dead.”

Jack pulled you closer, pressing a warm, tender kiss against the crown of your head. “I thought so too. I couldn’t come back after…I thought it was too dangerous. Ted and I kept moving; it was safer.”

“That was smart.” You sniffed. “Worked just like we talked about.”

Some time passed in silence before you leaned back again, staring at his worried face. You needed breaks from his hold to see him, to piece back together all the features you were missing, just in case he disappeared again.

In the breaks of holding each other, Jack never broke eye contact, eyes shifting over your face too. It was like he was doing the same thing you were, creating new memories of your face where old ones faded. “I looked for you,” he mumbled. “I searched all over.”

“I’ve been looking for you for a century,” you whispered, reaching up to run your thumb against his still soft cheek. He looked the same as he did before, just a little older now, five years matured where he was supposed to be a hundred. “I never stopped.”

Jack nodded, eyes closing over fresh tears. “I can’t believe it’s been so long.”

“I know,” you sighed, reaching up to wipe away his tears. “But we’re here now. The moonflower is even still around.

Jack chuckled, his slowly opening eyes spilling over with tenderness. Then he sobered, his smile fading from his face. You frowned. “Jack?”

He sighed and reached for your hands, weaving them together. This felt like the beginning of bad news. You felt your stomach drop. “(name)?” he begins.

Jack hardly called you by your first name. One hundred years and he forgot that? Not likely, but maybe something else is going on. Does he not want to see you after everything that’s happened? Is there someone else in the picture?

Scenarios of Jack happy with someone else appeared before your eyes before you have a chance to stop them. Your eyes fell, and you forced yourself to stare at his hands to keep from being able to read what’s on your mind.

“It’s been a hundred years, and I thought I’d never see you again.” Jack’s voice carried an undercurrent of separation, warning you to prepare your heart early for his next words. “I know we’ve probably become different people in that time. I’ve changed, and you changed.”

Your heart began to tear. It sounded like he was going to say goodbye again, just after you found each other. This couldn’t be happening, but nevertheless, your chest tightened.

Jack huffed in frustration. “What I’m trying to say is—”

“There’s someone else, isn’t there?” You mumbled, refusing to look at him. “It’s alright. It’s not like we knew we were alive, right?”

Jack paused for a longer time than you thought he would, and his silence concerned you enough to look up. His eyes looked so broken it crushed you. “No. No, never, amor. You are everything.”

His hands rushed to cup your cheeks, drawing you closer so your noses were touching, breaths fanning out against each other’s skin. “I just…you’re so…it wouldn’t surprise me.” You reasoned, closing your eyes at the feel of his skin underneath yours. It drugged you, pulling you into his further, but even that wouldn’t be enough.

You needed time. You needed him beside you each morning from the rest of your lives forward. You needed the grounding feeling of his hand in yours. You needed so much more than just this one moment.

“What I was trying to say,” he breathed laboriously as if fighting the same stupefying spell you were. “Was that, if you were available, I want to spend all my time with you.” His half-lidded eyes, open in loving despair, locked on to you. “That is if there’s no one else.”

You chuckled. “Like they ever had a chance.” His answering smile echoed your grin as you pressed closer, confessing everything against his lips. “No one compares. They never have and they never will. I adore you. I’ve never stopped. Not for a day or an hour or a minute. You are everything to me.”

Your lips pressed together with a fervor of a kiss sanctified by time and made powerful through devotion. Everything you could never say, all the love you could never express, all joined as the stars watched.

The moonflower still grows; now there lay two more.

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lilpunkrock · 2 years

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Teach Me

Status: Drabble

Pairing: Jack Russell x Fem!Reader

Find my other Jack Russell works here and here.

AN: I cannot stop writing for this man. Thank you to my four years of high school-level Spanish and Google for helping me through this. I do apologize if there are any errors, I tried my very best!

Translations can be found at the end of the post. x

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“¿Cómo estás?”

“Estoy bien, gracias.”

“¡Muy bien, mi amor!”

You flash a dazzling grin in response to Jack’s enthusiastic praise. The two of you sit on opposite ends of the couch, backs pressed against the arm rests so that you can face each other. When you had first asked him to help you learn Spanish a couple of months ago, his brows had jumped in genuine surprise. Little did he know that such a request had been on your mind for a long time. After all, your love for Jack had instilled in you a passion for learning about all aspects of his cultural heritage, and his native language was an integral part of that. While Jack had protested that, should you ever visit a Spanish-speaking region, he would be there to translate for you, you had politely declined. You wanted to be capable of standing at his side and conversing in his native tongue independently. Learning a new language was a challenge, sure, but the child-like glee in his eyes during your nightly practice sessions made the mental marathon worth it.

“Okay, another. What might you say if someone asked you, ‘¿Cómo puedo ayudarte?”

You pause, your brows furrowing deeply in thought. You knew the first word was ‘how,’ and ‘ayudar’ was ‘help…’ “Ummm…¿Estoy perdida?” you say hesitantly, a tentative smile playing on your lips.

Jack gives a scoff, rolling his olive green eyes in mock disbelief. “As if I would let you out of my sight. Still, muy bien.”

You give him a cheeky grin. Slowly, you slide one sock-clad foot across the couch to toy with the leg of his gray sweatpants. “Ayúdame, necesito encontrar a mi esposo.”

A low hum rumbles in Jack’s throat at your words—a soft growl. His knuckles whiten as he clasps his folded hands a little tighter in his lap. You nibble at your bottom lip in delight as a rush of blood warms his cheeks. He clears his throat hastily, pushing that deliciously possessive rumble back down his throat as he eyes you keenly. “Not yet, mi amor. Though that could be arranged.” At your bright peal of laughter, he smiles. “You are doing well. Have you been practicing without me?”

“Maybe just a little,” you say coyly. More like every day, sometimes multiple hours a day. Little did he know that the Babbel app currently held the record for the greatest amount of screen time on your phone.

A slow smile pulls at Jack’s pink lips, his olive eyes twinkling, crinkling at the corners. Gosh, his eyes. Oh how you adored catching them peek at you over the rim of a coffee mug, finding them tracing your features when you woke up in the morning, watching them gaze up at you as he pressed gentle kisses into your skin, eyelids heavy and love-drunk. The pleased look on his handsome face sends your stomach into a tailspin.

“Alright, let’s try something harder.” That adorable smile remains plastered on his perfect pink lips. “What might you say if we were going to a restaurant?”

You pause, pursing your lips, thinking carefully. “Tengo una reservación,” you say slowly, your voice straight and even.

Jack gives a soft chuckle, a sound as sweet as a lullaby. “That’s pretty good. It is a little too…English. But you are close, so close. Roll your tongue, mi amor. Like this.” You watch carefully as he brings the tip of his tongue to the back of his top teeth and gives you a demonstration.

For all your extra practice, this particular detail of the language was something you were still struggling to muster. Hoping to prolong the inevitable embarrassment you’d experience when attempting it again, you offer him a shit-eating grin. “I can’t help that you’re better with your tongue than I am,” you say jokingly, wiggling your eyebrows at him. Well, only partly joking.

Though Jack buries his head in his hands, the gesture barely contains his laughter. And good thing, too, because the sound of his snickers is music to your ears. Your eager eyes catch the sight of the slight crook in his teeth peeking out from behind his hands. It’s one of your favorite features of his; your heart swells three sizes at the sight of it. “Ay, Dios mío. You are such a tease.” With a long sigh, he collects himself, waving his hand at you as he smooths out his expression. “Come now, mi amor, try again. Curl your tongue to the top of your mouth, behind your teeth. Like this.” He demonstrates again, ever the emphatic teacher. “And then push the air out quickly. Come on.”

You roll your eyes good-naturedly at him. “Okay, okay. I’ll try it.” His eyes hold yours steadily as you thoughtfully bring your tongue to the back of your teeth. It takes a few tries and some re-positioning, but when you’re ready, you try it again, “Tengo una reservación.”

Jack’s expression brightens instantaneously, positively radiant, beaming like the sun. The sight robs the breath straight from your lungs. You think you could practice rolling your r’s forever if it meant continuing to make him grin like that. “¡Muy bien, mi amada! You did it! You are killing it! Okay, okay, another one. Let’s see if you can remember it this time, okay? What do you say if you need to find the bathroom?”

Shit. One of the most crucial phrases, and you’d been struggling with it for weeks. That last word always seemed to escape you. What was it again…? “¿Dónde está…la biblioteca?”

Jack smirks at you, his olive eyes bright and amused. “El baño, mi amor.”

You groan, throwing your head back in defeat. “Shit, that was library, wasn’t it? I’m not sure why I can’t seem to get that one.”

The gentle press of a warm hand to your knee draws your attention. Jack leans toward you, kneading your knee softly, a gesture that turns your legs to noodles and sends your stomach aflutter with butterflies. “Don’t get down on yourself, mi amor. You are doing so well. You should be proud.” His expression is affectionate, his eyes a doorway straight to his heart. You feel yourself relax, melding like clay into his hands. “I am proud of you.”

“Thank you,” you say quietly, cheeks flushed with delight. A slow smile pulls at your lips as you add, “You know, there is something else I’ve been practicing.”

Jack’s eyebrows reach for his salt-and-pepper hair. “Oh? What is it?”

You lean toward him, stopping when your noses are mere inches apart. “Eres un excelente profesor.” The words roll from your smiling lips, rehearsed many times over in preparation for this moment.

That beloved crooked grin of his is on full display as Jack smiles with glee. That smile could win wars—you just knew it. “Y tengo una estudiante muy hermosa y talentosa. Mi amada, eres una bendición.”

His words slip over you masterfully, spilling from his lips like spun silk. Your brain scrambles to identify bits and pieces, but overall, the picture is incomplete. “Ah, no entiendo, mi amor.”

Jack gives an amused chuckle, eyeing you with a mix of humor and adoration. “We will get there,” he says assuredly, giving your knee a brief squeeze.

You smile brightly at him in response. With your faces drawn so closely together, you can see every divinely-woven thread in his irises, from the green plains at their borders to the brown earth at their cores. His jaw is blanketed in a short stubble—“Please don’t shave it yet, I love how it feels beneath my fingers,” you’d begged him—and his lips are plush and pink. This close to one another, the air between you feels charged, electric, alive. Your skin prickles, nerve endings firing like live wires. Only his touch on your knee soothes you.

Your gaze slips from his hand to his eyes coyly. “You know, you are such an excellent Spanish teacher…” you murmur softly, sweetly. Your fingers trail up his arm with agonizing slowness, slipping into the tousled hair at the nape of his neck. When you thread your fingers through it and give a gentle tug, Jack’s pupils dilate instantaneously. This time, the soft rumble that reverberates through his throat is insistent, needy. The sound sets your skin aflame, turns your bones to jelly. “Maybe…there’s something else you’d like to teach me?”

When he swallows, it’s with the desperation of a man starved of food and drink. His Adam's apple bobs deliciously, his brilliant eyes watching you like you’re a feast in a famine. In this moment, you’re so glad you asked him to teach you Spanish.

With the swiftness of an animal and the grace of a man, he scoops you up into his arms, pressing a warm kiss to the shell of your ear. “Vámonos.”

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Translations:

“¿Cómo estás?” — "How are you?"

“Estoy bien, gracias.” — "I'm good, thank you."

“¡Muy bien, mi amor!” — "Very good, my darling/my beloved!"

"¿Cómo puedo ayudarte?" — "How can I help you?"

"¿Estoy perdida?" — "I'm lost?"

"Ayúdame, necesito encontrar a mi esposo." — "Help me, I need to find my husband."

"Dios mío." — "My God/my goodness"

"Tengo una reservación." — "I have a reservation."

"Mi amor" — "My love"

"¡Muy bien, mi amada!" — "Very good, my darling/my beloved!"

"¿Dónde está…la biblioteca?" — "Where is...the library?"

"Eres un excelente profesor." — "You are an excellent teacher."

"Y tengo una estudiante muy hermosa y talentosa. Mi amada, eres una bendición." — "And I have a very beautiful and gifted student. My beloved, you are a blessing."

"Vámonos." — "Let's go."

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