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This is a little fic for @domaystic
Based on day 22: Being Overheard
A long shift.
A nosy woman.
A failed attempted set up.
Leads to Jack feeling soothed by just how much you love him.
He makes sure to show you just how much you mean to him.
Notes: wholesome fluff. just two people in love. established relationship
Word Count: ~1.4k
The minutes ticked on.
The hours merely dragged by.
And it was only 1 am…
Just another 6 hours to go.
Only 6 hours, if you were lucky.
…And only if you ever got out of this conversation.
You were simply doing some checks, just a little pop in to make sure nothing had escalated, that everything was under control.
When your patient.
A Ms Paula Williams.
A lovely – if not gossipy – woman.
Had instigated a full on mission to set you up with every eligible man in her family.
Hell.
Every eligible man in her contacts list.
From the moment you stepped into her bay she had locked onto you.
Finding your demeanour charming. Your smile flattering, and oh! Simply so clever to be a doctor.
You were an absolute catch in her eyes. And she made it very well clear that you simply had to meet her son, or nephew, or whoever else she insisted upon.
It was sweet.
Well it would’ve been more sweet. If you weren’t beginning to feel tired from the shift.
If you didn’t have another 10 patients still waiting to be seen.
And.
Well.
If you didn’t already have a loving partner.
That was the one hurdle you had yet to mention.
Not being able to get a word in inch wise while Paula rambled on and on, about the very perfect man you just had to meet.
You smiled at her amusedly if not tiredly.
Just waiting for a moment’s pause.
A moment for you to interject.
But it seems there’s nothing wrong with her lungs as she keeps on talking, barely even needing to take a breath as she lists all the fabulous qualities. Simply so excited by the prospect.
Passing interns, med students and nurses alike all send you pitying glances as they hurry away, not wanting to be caught in between.
She continued to ramble, “Oh you’d simply love him! You’d just have to meet him. Oh I’ll give him a call and have him come over! Never too soon to meet the love of your life–”
Gently, ever so gently, you interjected, “While I am flattered, truly. I am in a very happy relationship.”
“But–”
“I’m not really looking to trade out my current partner. Who’s super considerate. Really, honestly I don’t think I’ve met a nicer person out there. And my god, the way he makes me laugh, oh. I just really love him. Thank you–but no thank you. I’m very happy at the moment.”
“Sounds like you really love him,” Paula sighs wistfully.
“Yeah, I really do,” you smile softly. “He’s one of the best things to happen to me”
Unbeknownst to you.
Your partner.
The very love of your life.
Had stopped short just outside the bay, hidden behind the curtain. Frozen in place as he heard your words.
Jack knew you loved him.
There wasn’t ever a moment where you didn’t make it known to him.
But hearing you now.
Dote on him to a complete stranger.
A tender warmth bloomed in his chest. A smile formed on his face. As he carried on his rounds. Tucking away your words in his heart.
A small pep in his step as he feels invigorated from your love.
Ellis stands to the side with Shen, raised brows and smug grins as they look at him.
"Someone's looking like a lovesick puppy"
Shen hums in agreement.
While Abbot merely shrugs them off, "And?"
"Nothing, just that love looks good on you," Ellis grins.
Abbot's lips curl, a small smile tugging at his lips.
He didn't mind if he seemed overly loving. Not when it came to you.
Throughout the evening you’re given little tokens of his love throughout.
From a steaming cup of coffee, that was definitely not from here as it was a lot better than what was currently being served in the staff room. Brewed exactly how you like it.
To the little packet of biscuits he slipped into your hand when he noticed you were getting a little sluggish.
Jack was by your side in seconds whenever you needed him. That was just the way he was.
His hands finding any reason possible to brush against you, to clasp your hand for just a moment. To swipe across your back, to let you know he was there for you.
Showing you his love in the smallest of behaviors.
None of this was out of the ordinary. No more doting than usual…
But there was a deepness to his sincerity. A little more care. Thought. Than usual.
And just perhaps.
At the end of your shift. As you leave side by side, Jack pulls you into his arms, far closer than usual. You find out just why he had been so affectionate this shift…
Holding you tightly. Tucking his head into the crook of your neck as he soaks in your embrace.
You feel his chest expand, rise and fall, simply letting his stress melt away as he holds you.
“You’re really touchy this morning? Anything you wanna talk about?” you asked softly, hands trailing up to curl through the hairs on the nape of his neck.
The smallest shake of his head, he begins to pepper light kisses upon the skin of your neck, mumbling between the soft, sweet kisses, “I just love you.”
You sigh as you feel his lips trail up along your jaw, to the corner of your lips, before shifting to nudge your nose with his.
Eyes meet yours.
Affection and love pooled within those hazel eyes.
Bright and as endless as the sky.
Softly you whisper, just as sweetly, “I love you too”
You surge forward, catching his lips with yours. Having missed the feeling. Missed his touch.
Heart swelling with love for him.
What had once started as a friendship.
Quippy words and dry retorts, punctuated with laughter even when the jokes were dark or dry.
It had soon developed into something so sweet.
Rare.
Something you both now cherished deeply.
Pulling back slightly you lean your forehead against his, while he presses chaste kisses to your cheeks.
“Not that I don’t love this, but why are you so affectionate this morning?”
“I told you, I just love you”
You sigh, with a small roll of your eyes.
Jokingly you say, “What have you done?” Knowing full well he would never do anything to hurt you.
He chuckles softly.
“More like what have you done?”
You furrow your brows in thought.
Thinking over the night’s events.
It had gone on as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary…except–
Pulling back you lightly slap his shoulder, with a faint annoyed expression. “You totally overheard me last night”
The laughs that slip from his mouth, as smooth as honey, balanced with a timbre. One that rumbles in his chest.
Your cheeks feel a heat bloom, face feeling warm from his attention.
“You weren’t exactly quiet,” he remarked.
Groaning, “And you didn’t think to intervene and save me from her matchmaking?”
“Seemed you had it handled,” the grin on his face wide and amused from your reaction. Adding on, “Your boyfriend sounds nice”
“You’re a jackass”
“But I’m your Jack ass,” he retorted, arms slipping around your waist once more to pull you to his chest, pressing a kiss to your cheek, between each sentence.
“You’re very sweet.”
Kiss.
“Considerate.”
Kiss.
“And funny boyfriend.”
You let out a small laugh, flushed by his affections, hands moving to hold his face, thumbs gently swiping across his cheeks.
“Did I mention handsome,” he added cheekily.
“I don’t think I mentioned that,” you said in thought.
“Can’t say you didn’t think it though”
Smiling coyly, “I suppose he is kind of handsome, in that ruggish sort of effortless way”
“I’ll take what I can get, sweetheart.”
“Who knew me talking about you to others would make you so loving”
“Your words just have that affect on me” he murmurs.
“I’ll keep that in mind”
And softer, with a gravel tone he say, “Please do”
Hands slipping around his neck, you rest your head upon his chest. Calming. Soothing.
Mind focusing on nothing else but the steady rhythm of his heart.
Beating just for you.
Just as your heart beats for him.
…
Even if he was nosy at times.
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this little fic for domaystic. Just love the idea of Jack absolutely doting on you when he hears how much you love him, what a confidence boost! Let me know what you think.
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☆ Day 22 of Domaystic | Being overheard | Event by @domaystic
☆ Summary: You definitely don't think you were supposed to hear what Levi was saying to his friend.
☆ Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Female Reader
☆ Genre/Tags: Modern AU, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff
☆ Word Count: 0.7k
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[ Art by nita on Pixiv ]
You didn’t mean to overhear him.
You’re just passing by the bedroom door, one hand tangled in your hair when Levi’s voice filters through the crack, and something in his tone makes you pause without thinking. It makes you completely stop in the hallway, giving you a feeling that you’ve stepped into something you weren’t supposed to see.
“Yeah,” he says, quieter than usual, like he’s purposefully hiding something. “I’m gonna do it this month. Just gotta plan a date first.”
Your heart stutters. Do what? There’s another voice over the phone—Erwin, you’d wager—and Levi sighs, the softest hint of impatience in this sound.
“No, she won’t say no.”
Your breath catches completely now, held tight in your lungs. You absentmindedly place a hand to your chest, your fingers slightly gripping your own shirt. He has to be talking about you, right?
“Yes, I’m sure,” he continues. “She told me what type of ring she likes.”
For a second, you think you might have misheard him, that you might be imagining this, twisting something ordinary into something impossible—but no, the words sink into your gut and wrap around you, touching every part of you.
He’s going to propose.
You slap a hand over your mouth before you can make a sound and back away from the door as noiselessly as you can, your heart racing so hard you’re terrified it’ll give you away. If Levi opens the door and catches you standing there with your entire future written all over your face, you think you might spontaneously combust.
You retreat down the hall, your pulse still hammering, your mind spinning in a thousand directions at once. This month, he said. This month, which means soon, which means any day now, which means—
You press your back against the wall and let out a silent, shaky laugh, your eyes squeezing shut. You can’t act weird. He’ll know. Levi will absolutely know.
.
Dinner that night feels like standing in a minefield.
Levi sits across from you like always, completely calm, while you’re sitting there trying—failing—to act like your entire world didn’t just get thrown off course a few hours ago.
You take a bite of your food. You chew. You swallow. You smile. You try to stop smiling. Stop it. Stop it right now.
Levi’s eyes flick up to you, narrowing slightly. “Why do you look like that?”
You blink at him. “Like what?”
“Like…” He gestures vaguely with his fork. “That.”
You press your lips together, attempting to force something neutral on your face, but it wobbles immediately. You’re going to ruin this. You’re going to blurt it out. He’s going to cancel the whole thing because you’re acting insane.
“I just,” you start, and then you have to pause because your voice comes out too happy. You clear your throat and try again. “I got a sign from the universe today.”
Levi stares at you. “A sign.”
You nod, a little too eagerly. “Yeah.”
“What kind of sign?” he asks now, suspicion lacing his words. Of course he’s already dissecting your words for flaws. You almost laugh. If only you knew.
“Just… a good one,” you say, waving your hand, hoping that’ll explain everything, that it’ll be good enough for Levi, even though you know it won’t be. “A really good one.”
He looks at you for a long moment, eyes narrowing further, trying to pull the truth out of you with just his stare. He drops his fork slightly and says, “You’re being strange.”
“I’m not,” you shoot back defensively. You soften a bit when he raises an eyebrow. “I’m just… happy.”
He huffs, clearly not convinced, but he surprisingly lets it go, returning to his meal. Across the table, you press your foot lightly against his, unable to help yourself, unable to contain the feeling spilling over.
He’s going to ask me to marry him.
And you don’t tell him. You don’t let it slip. You carry it like it’s a goddamn government secret, something sacred, tucked close to your heart where it can grow quietly.
And still, even knowing, even waiting, even counting down the days in the corners of your mind, you throw yourself at him without hesitation when he finally drops to one knee weeks later.
It’s easy to get into the safety of having something, to be sure that it will always be there.
The table was set, roses proud and tall in a vase arranged with care. There was a vinyl waiting, wine ready to be opened.
And there were you, in a dress you knew he loved, in a set of jewellery Sylus adored, waiting for a message telling you he will be late, telling you something came up.
The same scenario replayed itself like any other year but this time you won’t cry, you won’t wait for someone who should be here.
Angstpril 2026 #20: Conflict, #21: Bravery, and #22: Voice Breaking
@chaos-company
“I won’t tell you anything, you monster!”
“Very well.”
Everything was proceeding according to plan. In deference to the connection they once had shared, he had given her the opportunity to resolve their conflict, to join him in full. But she had capitulated to the sweet taste of bending, to the power she wielded over the non-benders who could not threaten her.
Through the eye holes of his mask, she burned so strong and fierce, even in her depleted humiliation. Her mis-placed bravery poured up through her defiant words.
He would see her humbled, revealed for the weak woman he had found her to be. Without her bending, she would be nothing.
Deliberately, Amon walked behind Beifong. He was glad of the gloves that kept him from feeling the soft skin of her neck or the depth of the wrinkles on her forhead.
He reached inside her form, stifled her chi, and watched her gape up at the sky.
Rather than let her collapse, he steadied her on her knees as his faithful brought forward the rest of his… incentives.
She gasped, and tried to stand up. But he kept his hand on her shoulder, and extended his powers to keep her in place.
The woman was gagged, but she was able to keep the baby silent.
The youngest one, he didn’t bother with threats. The child was clearly terrified.
Once purified, he seemed to faint.
Beifong shouted some meaningless word.
The next one up in size seemed to have inherited Beifong’s glare, even if they weren’t actually related. While he was a bit unclear on the details, it no longer mattered.
He looked back at Beifong.
So much water was running down her face, he couldn’t tell if she was crying.
“Tell me.”
“Amon, don’t do this!”
The second child collapsed over her brother’s still body.
“Amon!”
The oldest child raised her shoulders and stared back at him calmly, even though Beifong continued to scream behind him, her voice breaking.
The child’s bravery did not outlast her purification.
The last airbender was clearly trying everything he could to stir the air around himself. But it could not break the chains around his wrists and ankles. It could not disturb the hold Amon had over his body.
Amon turned and looked at Beifong one final time.
“Tell me.”
With a lurch, she broke his hold on her, but that only gave her the freedom to crash forward on her face, still screaming incoherently.
The man on his knees strained against Amon’s power, but had only a fraction of the will. Silently, his bending fled, banished from the world.
Amon turned his back on the people who once had called themselves “masters.”
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