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Jules Cunningham x Reader (Female) [Something Very Bad Is Going to Happen (2026)]
Warnings: SPOILERS for SVBIGTH, Swearing
Genre: Enemies-to-Lovers adjacent (more so just Jules annoying Reader), FLUFF
Summary: Wedding prep troubles with the most unhelpful bestman you can imagine.
You're beyond unnerved. Which is not a feeling you'd expected would plague you, invoking such anxiety the whole week before your best friend's wedding.
You aren't allowed to give it the time of day, though. Rachel is already freaked out as is and, as the maid of honor, your job is to keep things under control. Hold down the fort when your best friend is actively losing her shit. Rightfully so - her in-laws are a peculiar set of people. And that's putting it mildly.
The ominous greyness of their lodge was easy to overlook given it's the dead of winter. You'd singled out your letterbox - filled to the brim with little other than horror movies - as the main reason behind the uneasy feeling that settled itself in your gut as soon as you arrived. The taxidermy also deducted some points but overall, nothing too alarming.
Until Rachel's wedding dress went missing.
Portia and Victoria have already found a 'solution' to the mishap - zipping Rachel up in Victoria's own, decades old wedding dress. Calling it her 'something old' or whatever. One look at your best friend, however, and you immediately knew she'd rather walk down the aisle in a straightjacket - which isn't far from becoming an option, given the circumstances.
And so, you're off to hunt.
The layout of the house is still a mystery to you, having not taken it upon yourself to explore it because of how eerie it is and how it makes you feel. So here you are now, roaming the halls unattended with a simple tactic - see closet -> rummage through closet.
Dud after dud after dud.
"How does a whole fucking wedding dress just disappear?" You mutter to yourself as you flip through an endless array of suits hanging in this particular closet you stumbled upon. It'd be pretty fucking hard to miss a whole wedding dress but you're still meticulous about it none the less.
You've by this point come to terms with the fact that this is yet another dud when the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you scares the everloving fuck out of you.
You whirl around with what I'm sure is utter terror in your eyes that quickly dissipates when you see the goofiest possible sight in the doorway - Jules, eating a banana.
"Fucking hell, Julian! You scared me." You hiss at him with righteous anger you have no right to exhibit after tearing through his closet. As it would somehow conceal your rummaging, you opt to slowly reach behind yourself and shut the closet doors. All done with the subtlety of a trainwreck - the wood creaking like thunder in the otherwise silent room. You can't even tell though, your heart is hammering so loud you hear it in your ears.
"First off - don't call me that. Second, you're gonna need a pretty good reason as to why you were waist deep in my belongings just now." His voice only has one volume and tone setting, as you've come to realize. Deceivingly calm and quiet. And terrifying to you right now.
Or it would be if you weren't running on adrenaline fueled misplaced anger.
"Rachel's wedding dress, it's gone. I've been looking for it everywhere." You explain with exasperation that you only allow yourself to show now. It's been a hell of a week and you're only on the second day of it. You've suggested elopement to Rachel at least five times already and even she's starting to get swayed - it's been THAT bad dealing with these people.
Jules nods slowly, processing your reply, before a slow smirk spreads across his face. Doesn't mean you're in safe territory, though. If anything, it makes you stand a little straighter. Deep down, you're aware that Jules is the most reasonable of the Cunninghams and that your view of him has been marred by the impression the rest of his family have left on you with their treatment of Rachel.
"I'm not looking to fulfill any bridal fantasies so I don't see why your friend's wedding dress would be in my closet." He says finally, taking a bite of his banana, "Doubt it would fit me too."
Your frenzy being countered by his disinterested nonchalance makes your eye almost twitch in irritation. "Right. Good talk."
You go to bulldoze past him, a feat he makes all the more difficult by not moving an inch despite taking up just about the entire doorway. All but making sure you have to touch him in your passing.
But you're nothing if not stubborn, "And inch of space, if you please." You deadpan, glaring him dead in the soul.
The fucker has the audacity to laugh and, much to your surprise, it's not a condescending sound. He's genuinely having fun pissing you off. It's the first time you've heard the sound and you just now realize it. Sure he snorts, scoffs, dry-chuckles - whichever sound best suits his momentary flavor of sarcasm. But a genuine laugh is difficult to provoke from him as far as you've been able to tell.
"Is it the wedding planning or are you always so brisk?" He smirks, crossing his arms over his chest, very much not giving you that inch of space you requested.
"Is it the douchey-older-brother syndrome or is it your natural musk?" You counter, eyes narrowing at him like you're sizing him up while his dress you down. Although this fact is lost on you in your moment of annoyance.
"I have my answer." Jules has a way of making it seem like he's won every argument he's ever entered. Even this one. That cryptic little tidbit has you in a checkmate state of not knowing what to reply. You don't even have to because he continues, "Sage green, huh?"
You're about to give him your famous narrow-eyes-head-tilt 'the fuck are you saying?' combo when you follow the trajectory of his gaze, landing on your maid of honor dress. You'd been not-so-softly encouraged by Portia and Victoria to try it on while Rachel was trying on the substitute wedding dress. You'd forgotten you were still prancing around in it, the silk material like cool water on your skin. And it is, in fact, sage green.
"Um, yeah. Bride's choice." You mutter finally, unsure of how else to respond to that observation.
"She did you all the favors choosing that color."
If you were to suspend your disbelief, you'd almost let yourself take that as a very roundabout compliment. He's clearly not programmed to give straight-up ones so might as well take what you can get. You don't go as far as to thank him, though, in case he didn't mean it like that.
"At least I now know what color tie to wear." He adds more so as an afterthought.
You knit your eyebrows together in confusion. "We're supposed to match?" You knew he'd be the best man and all but neither Rachel nor Nicky gave a shit about the aesthetics of their respective one-person wedding parties. The wedding in general has no dress code. She'd even told you to wear whatever dress you wanted and only chose this dress for you because you were being indecisive.
Jules snorts - or chuckles, it's sometimes hard to differentiate with him. "No."
You've reached your cryptic tidbits quota for the day and finally brush past him, muttering a quick "Whatever" in passing as you carry on down the hall to proceed with your wedding dress hunt.
With the dress still missing, you and Rachel do a quick regroup before dinner, mostly to calm her nerves. In the end you manage to convince her - and partly yourself - that the substitute isn't that bad. After all, Rachel doesn't even care all that much about it. If Nicky's family was a little more open-minded she would've happily worn a black dress but alas.
That decided and some other wedding planning on the back burner, you two finally go to the dining room where the family has already sat down to eat dinner. Most of the family, anyway.
You immediately spot the empty chair and know whose absence is the cause of it. You don't dare question it though.
Nicky does it for you, "Where's Jules?"
His mother waves her hand dismissively, "He headed out a couple hours ago, he probably still hasn't made it to the city. Something about needing a new tie of whatever."
Now that piques your interest.
"Doesn't he have a whole drawer of ties? He's never worn one." Portia scoffs. You can better hear than see her eyeroll but you just know it's there.
You try not to dwell on it - key word being 'try'.
It's somewhere close to 2AM when you hear the unmistakable sound of heavy footsteps - most likely of boot-clad feet - stomping out in the hallway. Initially, your sleep hazed brain freaks out, bolting you into an upright position, prepared for a fight-or-flight situation.
But then you think better of it...
You seem to have no say in it as some autopilot setting guides you to leave the warmth of your bed and safety of your room. The latter doesn't happen for you immediately come face to face with Jules when you open the door.
"Hey. Did I wake you?" He says, having the tact to whisper despite stomping around like the wooden floors aren't ancient.
You shake your head, "No I-um, I was awake. You just got back?"
He nods, unbuttoning his winter coat, "Yeah, it's a long fucking drive." Yeah, you know exactly how long it is. You drove the same road on your way over. You were far more annoyed about it in comparison to Jules who seems not too bothered. The opposite if anything. He smirks as he takes out a flat black box from one of the coats inner pockets, taking the lid off so you can see.
It's so dark you can't even see the tie itself but one brush of your fingers against it confirms it to be silk. As for the color - you already know.
"Now we can match." He says, sounding every bit as satisfied as he looks.
"This is why you spiked the mileage on your car?" It's your turn to chuckle/scoff, a defense mechanism that would lose all its merit if Jules could see the flush of your cheeks. "Didn't you say we don't have to match?"
"Having to and wanting to are two very different things, Y/N." You can never count on this man for a forward answer. It's fine though, you've come to expect and started to understand his lines. "Good night, maid of honor."
I'm sure there's at least two rules against strangling the best-man before the wedding. There's also at least two hundred unwritten rules against fraternizing - read: fucking - with the best-man as the maid of honor. Both of these facts are the foundation of your restraint when all you want is yank him into your room. Whether it be for the purposes of first degree murder or sex, you would've found out as you went.
Too bad you'll never know because you let him walk off down the hall.
↦ I love dark and twisted Titus as much as the next person does but soft domestic Titus will always be my fave :((
↦ cw : just pure domestic fluff !! Super short and sweet !! Reader can be anyone
Titus Danforth is the most attentive husband during your pregnancy. It was 4 months after the wedding when you told him you were expecting a child, the look on his face was priceless. The first time you’d ever seen him cry, he was so happy, dropping down to his knees and hugging your stomach, promising to be the best father and husband ever, not to be anything like his father.
Titus took note of all of your cravings, making sure that the kitchen was fully stocked with all your favourite snacks, making sure that the cooks knew what you liked and what you disliked during your pregnancy. It was 3am, and you woke up with a sudden craving for ice cream with crushed salt and vinegar chips on top. You tried to ignore it and go to sleep, but alas, you couldn't, and in the midst of getting out of bed, you woke up your husband.
“Where are you going, angel?” His voice was groggy with sleep, but he was also getting up.
“Sorry Ti, didn’t mean to wake you, but I’m craving ice cream with chips so badly.” You really felt bad for waking him, tears gathered in your eyes. You couldn’t help it. Your husband turns on the night lamp and gets out of bed over to you.
“Hey, sweetheart, don’t cry, I’ll go get it for you. Stay here, okay?" You nod, and he gets your snack for you. After a couple of minutes he comes back with your food, and you kiss him and thank him before digging in, moaning at the taste. After you finish eating, you cuddle up with Titus and fall asleep satisfied and happy.
little bonus
When you were told that your baby is a girl, you both were over the moon. A little baby girl, Titus dropped to his knees, thanking you for giving him a daughter. It made you quite emotional, seeing your husband in such a vulnerable way. Everyone knew Titus as this scary rich asshole, but to you two he was the sweetest man.
“I swear I’ll protect you both. I swear it on my life.”
as an american, i gotta ask: chips as in potatoe chips? or as in french fries? Because Braum's ice cream sundae with eztra salty fries was my guilty pleasure as a pregnant woman.
titus danforth x ditsy!spoiled!reader hcs 𓏲🪽˚. ˖ . ݁
cw: written w/ fem!reader in mind, maybeeee gets a little dark at times, idk i don’t usually write for titus >_< looove this man so much… first time writing for him so take these with a grain of salt pls and thx ♡
-oh you’d be soooo spoiled. with all that power, how could he not spoil you? he’d love to have you go on little shopping sprees with his money, and come home to give him a little show and try everything on for him <3
-similarly, he’d love to dress you up like his own little doll. you bought yourself new shoes with his card? great! he’s on his knees putting them on for you. new dresses? he’s sitting on the couch watching you twirl around for him. new lingerie? he’s tearing it off you the second you put it on, it can always be replaced!
-he alwayssss calls you cute little petnames. it’s always his girl, his bunny (yes this is self indulgent okay leave me alone), his angel. he loves knowing you’re his, and he wants you and everyone around you to know it.
-he’d totally let you run around the danforth estate if you wanted. he isn’t worried about you running off, you’d never do that! and even if you did you know he’d find you <3 he’d like to watch you, too. he’d find it adorable, you running around the giant plot of land, playing in the grass.
-on that note, it would turn him on so much to chase you around. he’d love hunting you, chasing you, holding you down when he catches you… it’s all in good fun, though! you’re his special girl, he could never actually hurt you.
-veryyyy protective titus truther. he’d make sure the servants in the estate took care of everything you needed at once. he’d fire someone if they even filled your drink slightly below the brim.
-he’d also be protective in the sense that no one ever got near you during hunts. you’d be in the lounge with the other families, or doing whatever your heart desired, as long as that wasn’t being involved with the actual combat. he couldn’t handle it if you were hurt and he couldn’t do anything to protect you.
-in short, titus w/ reader that’s spoiled rotten and never has to lift a finger <3 godddd i want to be spoiled by this man. first time writing for titus, i hope you all enjoy!!
a/n: okay okay i know i was supposed to write for sammy but ill do that next i pinky promise!!! ive been on such a titus kick as of recently and i just needed to get my word vomit out heheheh
i wanna be married. i wanna feel the cool metal of your ring grinding against my clit when you finger me slow and deep. i wanna suck your fingers afterward, swirling my tongue around the band like worship until the gold warms up. i wanna lace our fingers together when you pin me down, rings clinking like another vow with every thrust. sigh.
↦ I love dark and twisted Titus as much as the next person does but soft domestic Titus will always be my fave :((
↦ cw : just pure domestic fluff !! Super short and sweet !! Reader can be anyone. Minors do not interact !!
Titus Danforth is the most attentive husband during your pregnancy. It was 4 months after the wedding when you told him you were expecting a child, the look on his face was priceless. The first time you’d ever seen him cry, he was so happy, dropping down to his knees and hugging your stomach, promising to be the best father and husband ever, not to be anything like his father.
Titus took note of all of your cravings, making sure that the kitchen was fully stocked with all your favourite snacks, making sure that the cooks knew what you liked and what you disliked during your pregnancy. It was 3am, and you woke up with a sudden craving for ice cream with crushed salt and vinegar chips on top. You tried to ignore it and go to sleep, but alas, you couldn't, and in the midst of getting out of bed, you woke up your husband.
“Where are you going, angel?” His voice was groggy with sleep, but he was also getting up.
“Sorry Ti, didn’t mean to wake you, but I’m craving ice cream with chips so badly.” You really felt bad for waking him, tears gathered in your eyes. You couldn’t help it. Your husband turns on the night lamp and gets out of bed over to you.
“Hey, sweetheart, don’t cry, I’ll go get it for you. Stay here, okay?" You nod, and he gets your snack for you. After a couple of minutes he comes back with your food, and you kiss him and thank him before digging in, moaning at the taste. After you finish eating, you cuddle up with Titus and fall asleep satisfied and happy.
little bonus
When you were told that your baby is a girl, you both were over the moon. A little baby girl, Titus dropped to his knees, thanking you for giving him a daughter. It made you quite emotional, seeing your husband in such a vulnerable way. Everyone knew Titus as this scary rich asshole, but to you two he was the sweetest man.
“I swear I’ll protect you both. I swear it on my life.”