You still get classic y2k French tips Everytime you go to the salon and it will never fail to make Jack chub up. You've been doing it for as long as you two have been together and since early on in dating, he's been paying for them.
They always make him think back to younger days, back when you were a military girlfriend and would write him letters. Spritzing them with your perfume and sending pictures in them. He still has all the letters, even today. The scent of the perfume you used to wear is long gone but when he looks at them, he swears he can smell the way it would bloom in the air.
I fear I’m in enemy territory 😭 I despise a square nail. I have tiny little boxer nails but I’ve always been an almond or ballerina enjoyer. I can see her doing a, I think is called an American manicure? It’s like a French but a milky pink.
That being said, Jack is indeed a nail enjoyer. He loves how they feel on his scalp, loves how they feel on his back. You’ve popped a few off on his back over the years, something he takes great pride in. Loves how they look wrapped around his cock. Loves and hates how you tease him with them, loves how you giggle when he jumps and groans and cries out over it.
They’re not just pretty. They’re a symbol of how soft your life is. You can have glittery pretty nails because you don’t have to work with your hands. He works very hard it give you a soft easy life. It’s a point of pride.
Every time you come home from getting your nails done the first thing he does is ask to see them. “Very pretty, baby”, and he kisses your hands. He does it to your daughter too, now that she comes with you. She’s a lot more outgoing and crazy with her designs than you. “Well these are fun, princess. Enjoy them, very pretty.”
Your son asks eventually, why do you do that? Do you actually care what mom’s nails look like? “Oh of corse I do. I love em. Back when I was in the military and I was overseas, I’d make her tell me about em every time we called. Missed her every second of every day, they helped me feel a little closer to her.”
When you wrote him letters, you’d draw your nails on them for him. You weren’t the best artist, but he enjoyed it. Liked to think about you on your work break (you always used your jobs postage in those days, it cracked him up because it was so smart, international mail was expensive) with colored pencils doodling your nails. You’d usually include a photo too, a grainy crappy y2k pastel pink digital camera (that your daughter now stole and covered in stickers) printed on streaky office printer paper. A slutty selfie just for him. Paper drenched in perfume, with a lipstick kiss stain. He was the richest guy around.
He’s still so obsessed with your perfume. It’s always been what other people called too heavy. Never a concept to him. When you’d leave his old apartment and his sheets smelt like you. When your babies were still little and glued to your body at all times, and he’d smell it on them. Other people would make digs about that one, and he’d give them what the fuck for. When you’d give him a jacket back and you were all over it. Those letters were his lifeline to reality back in those days. And if he held one to his nose with his hand around his cock, whose business is that?
He’d never tell a soul, but when he was unconscious after his accident, that’s how he knew you were there. He doesn’t remember what you said, he knows people are supposed to hear people around them when they’re in a coma, he’s not sure if he did, maybe he did and forgot it,
But he does remember when the world was a sea of black and empty, and suddenly there was a familiar floral in his nose, and something sharp on his arm. He knew you were there, knew he was safe now, knew he was home and out of the woods. Probably the second he realized he had to marry you.
description : Eunjang wasn’t used to your style. It didn’t mean that they didn’t like it. More like they were intimidated by your willingness to stand out. Until Hyuntak notices you on your first day midterm just like every other person there. And he wasn’t sure whether he liked the attention everyone else gave you.
contents / warnings : jealousy?,, i feel like it can be a lil cringy but that is insecure writing :p,
here it is !! I’m sorry it took so long to get round to this - :( enjoy angel!!!
The first day at a new school always feels like stepping into a fishbowl, everyone’s eyes trained on you, waiting to decide whether you’re worth ignoring or whispering about.
Decorated in layers of velvet and animal print, you had made the schools uniform your own in a way.
Skirt low rise unlike the other girls who wore there’s high up and rolled more times then a wrap.
The material hung off your hips like you were making the clothes for you, not the other way round, as it should be.
You didn’t follow the dress code exactly, but there was nothing in the rule book that stated you couldn’t wear an animal print jacket instead of a blazer. Not to mention that the teachers were already lazy about that sort of thing.
Jewellery adorned your figure, a mixture of chunky and thin, mixing and layering themselves together to pull off an outfit that you made seem effortless.
In the swarm of students, teachers, lingering gazes that were either of irritation or adoration by your presence, you walked confidently.
Not too confident that it bordered on cocky. But you knew how to make it known that you didn’t take no shit from anyone.
At Eunjang, blending in was survival. Baku was the only other person to bend that rule, purely for the reason that everyone else surrounding him was too afraid to test that theory themselves.
That was why his little group noticed you. Sieun was as emotionless as ever, Jun-Tae seemed barely there, but Baku and Hyuntak seemed to share the same wavelength of intrigue. For different reasons.
Baku was loud. Spoke when he probably shouldn’t, not that he cared. But he noticed how you didn’t bow down to anyone else.
Hyuntak, or Gotak, on the other hand noticed your style first. How you didn’t fit into the Eunjang ‘normal’, or whatever that was meant to be.
How your bracelets dangled over your wrists and the eye catching colours that adorned your features and clothes, the way your style didn’t fit in to nowaday society, specifically at Eunjang.
It wasn’t a bad thing. Some of the people there admired your willingness to stand out, the fact you could pull off clothes and style them in a way that was unique and probably wouldn’t suit anyone other than yourself.
And the people that didn’t admire? Were intimidated. Hyuntak chose the former option.
He watched from afar with the others as you sat in the back row of the third class of the day, one you shared with the four of them.
Hyuntak just thought you were unique. He wasn’t gonna just strike up a conversation with you because you were new, but Baku had other ideas.
The teacher wasn’t even here for the class, nor did they seem like they cared. The whole seating arrangement was messed up with students trying to sit with their friends.
Hyuntak was practically slouching in his chair next to Baku, their seats unintentionally facing your way just a few rows ahead of you, but them rows remained empty.
Baku and Hyuntak was doing most of the talking, with the odd comment from Jun-tae or Sieun.
Baku’s voice was obnoxiously loud, matching the other herds of groups around the room.
You sat alone. It was your first day, and you preferred to be alone anyway. Less distractions or bothers.
Hyuntak glanced at you once every few minutes, his interest peaking every time you smiled at your phone.
“Ya, leopard print” Baku called out, boyish grin on his face. His voice wasn’t to sound rude, but Baku knew everyone in this school, so new kids were his bait to show off. Kindly of course.
You looked up at his words, he and Hyuntak were looking at you, the former with kind eyes the other practically stoic. Jun-Tae turned around to look at you, a bit lost, whilst Sieun remained eyes down.
You didn’t reply, just waited to see what he wanted from you. Your hands stilled on your phone, mindlessly scrolling through social media when he spoke up. Baku nodded towards your outfit, “You always this extra?”
Hyuntak should’ve been mortified by his best friends comment, it wasn’t intended to sound rude, but he knew that Baku sometimes had a way of making his words sound crueler then he meant.
This was one of the few times that he cared if you caught on to that fact.
Huffing a small, humourless laugh you responded, “If you wanna call it that”
He motioned towards Hyuntak next “Join us for lunch, Gotak’s paying”. Hyuntak faced him at that, murmuring a small curse before speaking louder, “you always make me pay”
“Gotak?” You questioned, the word foreign on your tongue as you tested it out.
The boy looked back at you, his signature blue hoodie adorning his frame, simple to most people, but even more so compared to your styled clothed.
“Hyuntak” he corrected, his voice softened in contrast to how he previously spoke to his friend.
Baku scoffed quietly mimicking his word. He also then turned to look back at you, all four of them now looking at you with very different expressions.
“Yah, Gotak you can’t let the woman pay” Baku disciplined, as if he was teaching a small child, his hand landing carelessly on Hyuntak’s shoulder.
The boys face was priceless, caught off guard, but before he could even reply to his stupidity of a friend you spoke up, voice laced with gentleness, lips glossy,
“I’ll pass. Thank you though” Despite your words, your tone was kind, before you tucked your hair behind your ear, showcasing the subtle coloured highlights underneath, and turning your head back down to your phone and notebook full of mindless doodles.
Baku odder, not in defeat but as if he too your words as a silent challenge. The boys attempts weren’t like he wanted to pursue something romantic, he was past all that.
But he thought it would be cool to have a girl in the group that formed over the course of the months.
“I’m Jun-tae” the boy with glasses spoke, voice quite, soft spoken, innocent. You smiled lightly at him before replying, “y/n”
You left the four of them alone after that, keeping to yourself, only ever looking up when someone in the classes voice got too loud, sending daggers to the back of their skull.
The group saw you again that weekend, in town on your own after Baku dragged them all to his dads shop. Hyuntak walked with his arm slung over Jun-tae’s shoulder when he saw you.
You looked more free then at school obviously. You could really do and wear what you wanted. Black jeans hugging your curves, cheetah print belt worn over your hips, a small hello kitty charm hanging off them loosely.
Your white tank was paired with a skin tight pink jacket, accessories adorning your frame all over but not to the point where it was too much.
“Y/n-ah!” Baku yelled over to you, waving over, attracting the attention of some by passers, earning weird looks from them and you.
When they walked over to you, you stilled. Baku put his hands over Sieun and Hyuntak’s heads, pushing them down to a sort of bow as well as himself, Jun-tae awkwardly following suit.
You stifled your laughter at the boys faces, before looked at them with a puzzled look on your expression as they all got back up, Sieun and Gotak glaring at the boy. Baku put his hands back in his pockets, “its polite” he explained simply.
“What are you guys doing?” You asked them softly, hand hovering over your bag as the other one was hovering over your jeans. Hyuntak spoke up first for once, the sound of his voice surprising you,
“We’re just hanging out” He seemed unsure with his words, as if he was convincing himself. You smiled at him, kind eyes looking up at him as he spoke.
You were different. You weren’t fake like most of the other girls your guys’ age, and you didn’t reek of gossip and cheap perfume.
He thought you were beautiful. Hyuntak didn’t tend to take an interest in girls a lot, instead opting to focus on his basketball, but this felt different.
It was refreshing really. Baku took the both of you out of your small interaction as he commented light heartedly, casually,
“Join us” he beckoned you over to them. You parted your lips as if to respond but the words got caught in your throat as you tried to come up with an excuse.
“Just come with” Baku motioned again, and you gave in to the four boys practically staring at you.
It would also be nice to have some company for the first time since you arrived here.
You nodded, moving to stand next to Hyuntak, who’s arm fell limp by his side from its position on Jun-tae’s shoulder.
Baku started walking, and like lost puppies, you followed suit, the now five of you walking through the quiet town, wind blowing through your hair slightly.
You were still new here, so you were taking in everything you could, the darkening skys light echoing onto your features, a warm glow surrounding you.
Baku and Jun-take pointed out stores and little details to each other, whilst Sieun sort of stared blankly ahead, monotone as always.
You and Hyuntak seemed unsure what to do with yourselves. You weren’t sure what you were doing with the four boys. But they did truly look harmless, to you at least.
“It’s refreshing to have a girl in the group now” Baku commented, making your face grimace slightly before you continued on, arms crossing over your chest mock defensively,
“Who said i was apart of your group?”
Baku’s face dropped slightly before Sieun spoke up after that, voice casual speaking, “You would have left by now”
You shrugged, “fair”, Hyuntak looked over at you, and he couldn’t help but add his own comment in there,
“What, you don’t wanna be associated with us?” His voice held fake annoyance, which was nice to hear the lightheartedness of the situation.
The boy was taking a liking to you, and quickly it appeared like. It wasn’t everyday the other three boys saw him speak with such softness to a girl, or anyone for that moment.
You didn’t answer, just smiled ahead, glancing briefly at the different people surrounding you, the unfamiliar faces, the unfamiliar surroundings.
You found yourself subconsciously walking closer to Hyuntak, his quiet presence a comforting anchor amidst the boisterous energy of Baku.
Sieun, ever the enigmatic one, continued to observe from a slight distance, his gaze occasionally drifting to you, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.
Hyuntak, noticing your proximity, subtly shifted his weight, his arm brushing yours for a fleeting moment that sent shivers throughout your skin.
A warmth spread through you, a tiny spark that hinted at something more than just newfound classmates. He cleared his throat, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.
"There's a really good ice cream place just around the corner," he offered, his voice a little softer than before.
Baku, always quick to jump on an opportunity for food, clapped his hands together, “Ice cream! Perfect! Gotak’s treat, everyone!"
Hyuntak scoffed to his friend flipping him off, but didn’t make want effort towards correcting him.
You smiled at Hyuntak, a genuine smile that reached your eyes. "Salted caramel sounds incredible right now."
As you walked towards the ice cream shop, the conversation flowed more easily. You found yourself laughing at Baku's antics and Jun-tae's witty comebacks, but your eyes kept finding Hyuntak.
He wasn't as loud as the others, but his observations were sharp, and his quiet humor was endearing. You learned he was surprisingly passionate about his basketball, a side to him you hadn't expected.
The ice cream was as good as Jun-tae told you. Comforting in the best way possible, it was all better when Sieun got brains freeze and Baku caught him out.
The close proximity between you and Hyuntak meant that your shoulders would inevitably brush against each other’s every couple minutes at least.
You sat quietly among them, watched as Hyuntak bickered with Baku, his body close to your own in the small seats.
Your fingers tapped mindlessly against the bowl, rings making a tiny almost unbearable clinking sound against the metal.
“I should go” you spoke later on, when everyone’s bowls were empty and it was bordering on late, almost closing time.
Hyuntak looked over to you, “Do you want us to walk you back?” What he really meant was ‘do you want me to walk you back’ but he wasn’t about to admit that.
You shook your head no politely, ‘it’s fine i only live a couple blocks down. Thanks for the ice cream”
The group bid their goodbyes to you, with Hyuntak being harassed by Baku who moved to sit next to him now that you were gone.
A familiar heaviness settled in your chest as you walked away, feeling the weight of the boys’ gazes on you as you didn’t loo back.
The quiet evening air was a stark contrast to the boisterous laughter you had previously left behind.
The scene with them still played in your mind, like a song you were struggling to get out of your head. The bickering with Baku, the way Hyuntak’s shoulders brushed yours in the booth, and the fact you were making it to be more than it probably was.
You knew what it meant when he asked to walk you back. But you turned it down. The sensible part of you saying it was for the best, that it was too soon to let a random schoolboy you barely knew walk you home.
No matter how much you deemed yourself attracted to him anyway.
The other part, that wanted to continue laughing with the boys, felt a small pang of regret.
Y/n come hang out with us again
Baku practically pleaded you two weeks later. And you gave in to the way he got Jun-take to join him.
The past two weeks were filled with lingering glances from Hyuntak before you noticed and he looked away before it got awkward. The telltale sign you knew too well by now.
He walked you to class, saying it was on his way anyway, when really his class was on the other side of the school and he got detention for the third time.
You found yourself willingly hanging out with the group more. It was comforting to know you managed to make some friends here already. Even though one of them you weren’t sure you wanted to call just a friend.
Most of the other people you had encountered seem to
It was too early to tell, you kept telling yourself. But the way he picks up your at for you, his smile at someone’s joke, the signature blue hoodie you wondered if it ever even got washed with how much he wore it.
All that told you that your mind was already made up.
So when you found yourself back in another part of town you had yet to visit, you and Hyuntak floating a foot behind the other three, you nor Gotak were sure what to do with yourselves.
He was finding himself catching feelings for you, too quickly and too much for his own liking. He was picking up on your habits that he wasn’t even sure if you were aware you had.
It was a foreign, confusing kind of feeling, a quiet pull neither of you were expecting.
The sun was warm on your skin, air filled with the distant hum of traffic and nearby people.
“Hey beautiful” a voice cut through the group, a guy with too much bleach on his hair, and a t shirt too tight had sidled up to you, grin adorning his face.
“You got a name gorgeous?” He asked you, already standing too close to you. The boys had stopped it heir tracks too, Sieun staring at the boy like he was crazy, Jun-tae unsure of what to do and Baku with his signature smirk.
You could tell from his voice alone how obnoxious and self righteous he thought he as, like you were about to bow down to his feet because he called you pretty.
That wasn’t the kind of guy you liked to attract. Guys who lived like they were better then the others around them.
Hyuntak’s expression was unreadable. But whilst you were desperately trying to think of what to say that would make the guy back off, Baku seemed to have a pretty good idea already.
“Dude she’s taken” Baku exclaimed with a friendly smile, and immediately your froze, face draining of all colour.
“Baku?” You asked confused as to where he was leading with this. Was he saying that you were dating him? If so it was a smart idea to get him off your back, and you would appreciate the effort of the lie.
The boys smirk faltered just the tiniest bit, as if it was a set back but was still not done trying, “what by you?”
Baku shrugged, hands in his pockets before he stood behind you and Gotak, pushing the two of you together slightly, “nah, him”
Hyuntak froze himself, face contorting slightly before he settled to try and convince the guy that he was in fact dating you.
But he also knew that he would kill Baku the moment he was out of his ray of sight.
“Him?” The guy scoffed, clearly not believing what was in front of him, his words fuelling Gotak slightly.
The guy was infuriating Hyuntak, the bleach in his hair made his hair look fried enough, it wasn’t like he was worried you liked the guy.
But he saw the way your expression went form uncomfortable to settled, as if you were going along with whatever this was.
“Ya, cheetah print” Baku motioned, hands over both yours and Gotak’s shoulders before he continued with a never faltering grin, “Get your boy”
You cringed physically at his words, pushing his hand off you before you nodded towards the guy whose name you were still unsure of, “I am taken. Sorry”
He nodded, still not moving from his position, until Sieun spoke up, already fed up with the guy imposing on what was a peaceful day out, “You can go” his face was dull and his voice was casual, sounding a bit tired like he had just woken up.
You decide to take it a step further though, going as far as to lean over, pressing a small kiss to Hyuntak’s cheek before pulling back with a small smile of your own finally forming.
Gotak looked back at you, half shook half ecstatic, but he wouldn’t let it show as he cleared his throat quietly. The guy nodded once more, not even looking defeated as he began to walk past you all without a word.
With a shaky hand, you tucked your hair behind your ear turning to Gotak, “sorry about that” you apologised, worried you made him uncomfortable from ow silent he was,
The three others had already started walking off again, continuing the hangout as normal, but the two of you never noticed.
The feeling of your lips against his cheek were still a burning memory he chose not to forget, scrambling for the right words to say in this moment but all he could manage out a was a small, “its fine I don’t mind”
You smiled, trying diffuse the tension before you moved to catch up with the others, the thoughts circling your mind revolving around him.
And he watched as you walked ahead, hair cascading down your back, the signature look of animal print, subtle denim and accessories adoring your figure more perfect then any silhouette, to him at least.
e!42 miles who immediately shuts his girlfriend down when she complains about him spending his extra cash on her claiming “who else I’m gonna spend it on, mami?”
e!42 miles who likes to pull his girlfriend by the belt loop of her miss me jeans for a kiss goodbye.
e!42 miles who is of course beyond excited for his girlfriend when she finally gets the job he knew she worked so hard to get.
e!42 miles who starts to regret letting his girlfriend get the job when he sees a dude flirting with her at the counter.
e!42 miles with a y2k girlfriend who begs him to match outfits with her.
e!42 miles who won’t admit he loves the baggy ed hardy jeans his girlfriend bought him for his birthday
e!42 miles loves when his girlfriend wears the and I quote “the really nice jeans with the sparkly jewel design shit on her ass”
e!42 miles who carries his girlfriend bags as she buys everything her heart desires in the mall.
e!42 miles who will stop in the middle of the sidewalk and willingly get down on his knees to tie his girlfriend shoes.
e!42 miles who likes the look of his girlfriend’s brown lipliner and shiny gloss smudged all over his face after she showers him with kisses.
e!42 miles who doesn’t care where he is and whispers in his girlfriend ear to say “give me kisses, ma”
e!42 miles who loses his absolute mind when he sees his girlfriend bought him the shoes he had been wanting
e!42 miles who pays for every last bit of his girlfriend’s maintenance expenses.
e!42 miles who likes the feeling of his girl’s nails scrapping up and down his back while they cuddling at night.
e!42 miles who loves watching his girlfriend run around the kitchen with his mommy cooking
e!42 miles who tries his best (but ultimately fails) to put his girl’s lashes on.
e!42 miles who likes matching shoes with his girlfriend.
y2k girlfriend who convinces e!42 miles to get his ears pierced.
e!42 miles who holds his girlfriend’s hand tight cuz ( tho he won’t admit it) he’s really scared of the piercing gun.
y2k girlfriend who makes e!42 miles feel better by offering to get her helix pierced
y2k girlfriend who leaves the piercing shop with an industrial and a helix.
e!42 miles who shows up to his girlfriend’s house with flowers and snacks to make up for what he calls “being a pussy” at the piercing shop.
e!42 miles and y2k girlfriend who spends the rest of the day binging every bring it on movie.
☆ Warningz - Not really a warning, but reader is gender neutral, though they dress feminine-like within the hotter and colder days, just more covered up on Winter and Fall. Just kind of giving the reader a specific style.
☆ Genre - Fluff ofc, romantic too (^_-)≡☆
@( o･ꎴ･)@ “Woah! Your shorts are.. Super short!”
“... Yeah, it’s 85 degrees outside..”
“It’s just.. I’ve never seen you more showy clothes..”
“You just dress so differently on the colder days..”
“Like um… Like grunge I think that’s what you call it…”
“Do you wanna come?”
“Huh! Oh yeah!”
Denji rushes over to you, excited to follow along with such a cool person.
“Did you shower?”
“...”
“Go shower Denji.”
He groans, keeping his unsatisfied sounds in his mouth. Then he slowly walks over to the shower, his slouched back showing he wasn’t happy.
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After 5 minutes of waiting, he came out.
Of the shower I mean.
You see his body covered with a towel, meaning he just got out.
You disgustingly squint your eyes and yelled at him to actually wash instead of soaking in water.
“I DID WASH!!”
“WITH SOAP?”
“...”
“GO SHOWER.”
“ >:(” Though he frowned, he did listen.
Damn.
He really wanted to go shopping with you.
After 15 minutes, you assumed he used soap this time. But you don’t want to risk it, so you give him a smell inspection.
No, not in a weird way, just to make sure that he actually washed.
“Hm. You smell clean, did you put on deodorant?”
“Yeah! I remembered this time!”
You start to feel his hands, wondering if he put on lotion.
“Oh wow, you remembered lotion too?”
“... Uh yeah! I did..” His delayed reaction makes you doubt, but his soft hands say otherwise.
You look up at his face, detecting for any lies, but you could only detect distraction from your intertwined hands.
A deadpan appears on your face, before you give him a hug.
“Good job, just work on that washing with soap part yeah?” You whisper in his ear,
“.... Uhhh, yeahh…” He grows more astonished as he realizes your hugs are.. Well, for real!
You pull back while putting your hands on your hips, looking at a sleeping Aki and Power.
“I think Aki can handle her, maybe.”
“.. Ya think Aki will be mad at us?”
“Mm probably at you, but not me. I’m not sure why though, guess I’m just the favorite.”
“I’m glad I’m not.”
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While walking over to the store, because driving would be too much in Tokyo, nobody disturbed you, as in talking to you.
You could hear the ‘quiet’ whispers of how ‘indecent’ you dressed as a teen.
Mind you even if the shorts are above your knees, your behind isn’t being shown, at all. The only other thing was a short sleeve, along with pretty accessories of course.
Denji frowns at the speech the old men and women speak, leaning to your ear to whisper—
“These oldies are saying a lot..”
“Leave them, it’s just old people being old. Always so judgemental to younger audiences.”
He looks at your face, surprised how well you took that.
“Woah, are you rich?” (He said this because of how you grouped your words together in that, ‘rich-like’ sentence).
“... Denji— we live in the same home??”
“Oh yeah!” He laughs.
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You two arrive at the grocery store, getting what Aki said to.
“Can you get me some carrots, broccoli, and rice?”
Denji salutes in some way, stomping down his foot and rushes over to the sections regarding veggies and grain.
He’s cringey but it’s okay because it’s Denji.
You collect up on some waffles, milk, and a few stickers for Power.
It’s been 2 minutes, which doesn’t seem long but it is, as you two are in quite a small store.
You look in the aisles, but not seeing Denji.
Finally, you find him sitting down on the floor.
“Get off the floor.”
“There’s no more rice :(”
“Did you find the carrots and broccoli?
He sniffs, “Yeah…”
“Then get up. We can find another store. Or ask if there’s some in the back.” (I don’t know if you can do that or if it’s okay in Japan, please don’t be mad).
“Okay D:”
You did end up getting your rice, with Denji clinging to your side every time you walked, unless you ‘assigned’ him something.
Whenever you were looking at what’s on the shelves, he was hugging you, holding your hand, just loving the affection you gave.
“Thank you for your purchase!” The elder man at the counter said.
“Of course, have a great time!” You responded.
You two walked out, with Denji being bedazzled at your kindness.
“Why aren't you like that with me..?”
“Because you aren’t an elderly man.”
“You were just shaming elderly men like an hour ago!”
“Shhhh, people are gonna shame me if you said that any louder.”
“...”
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Arriving home, you found Aki scrubbing peanut butter off of the kitchen counter.
While Power was staring at the TV.
Hm.. I think Aki ‘spilt’ that.
A/N|| Uhm, no me posting this doesn’t announce that I’m back for sure. I just got a sudden urge to write, and an idea. Sorry (⌒_⌒;)
jack being more upset about losing the tattoo of his wife's name than losing his actual leg 😭😭 im obsessed eith him
Oh sorry this IS an integral part of his lore in my mind he had her name tattooed on his leg just when they were DATING bc he was crazy and love sick and loyal and wanted to prove himself in a crazy stupid way, and then when he lost his leg he felt so guilty about. And Y2K was like. Are you fucking serious.
So then he got this MASSIVE piece of her name across his side. Like a freak. Bc his logic was “well if I put it on another limb what if I loose that one too? If I put it here and loose it, then I’m just dead”
Y2K reader was such a Velcro mommy. She never wanted to be away from her babies, very very clingy with them, baby wore, was very very relived when Jack “let” her stay home with them (“let? Let? It’s our family it’s our kids Y/N however you want to raise them, I’ll make it happen. You know what’s me best you’re their mom, no one else gets to make these calls. I’m not letting you do anything. It’s an honor to provide for what’s best for my family) before they started school. Hated when they’d get passed around at family functions and Jack would coo that she’s so sweet. This is why her teens are so clingy. Becuase they don’t know anything else.
The only reason they didn’t have more kids was because they agreed it was best for each kid to have atleast one of their undivided attention. But if it wasn’t about that, they’d have had a whole fucking soccer team.
It’s totally fine if you don’t want to answer but how did Jack propose to y2k? Was it disgustingly cute?
It was not remotely cute he thought he was going to throw up. He was loosing his fucking mind. He’d only been on his prosthetic for like a year, so he had to practice the movement for months. Sweat like a whore in church picking a ring, took him like 5 trips to the store to commit. Kept telling the girl behind the counter that it has to be perfect, you deserve perfect you don’t understand what I’ve put this poor girl through, I don’t deserve her. I almost feel like he’s one of those guys who forgot what he was supposed to say when he got down on one knee and just started begging. Sweating like Nixon. The proposal was nothing insane. It was the old days. They went for a nice dinner and he did it, nothing crazy no photos.
Y2K never the less lost her fucking mind, threw herself onto him covering him in kisses, was obsessed with the ring, didn’t stop staring at it, rode him into the fucking mattress until he was tapping out.
Added a tag for #y2kreader related thoughts, and I’m currently thinking about how she doesn’t, or didn’t really fit in as a “doctors wife” (I’m getting crazy Deja vous did I write something like this before?). She was pretty part of the course run of the mill for a military spouse/girlfriend, lower socioeconomic background, fun and easy going. Once Jack left the military and went into a normal hospital she was kinda hit with the rude awakening of not belonging. She didn’t go to a fancy college, went to a cheap state school and lived at home. Like jack did, on an army scholarship, before they sent him to med school too. Small college, state school, not Yale or UPenn or something. Jack might have been a field doctor but he was just another officer really, and all those guys had normal significant others. She was too “slutty” looking, too “tacky” for this crowd of lawyers and other doctors and accounts and Pilates housewives. She used to go to army events and see all her friends, had a book club back on base, and now she doesn’t know how to talk to anyone at the Pitt Christmas parties. She felt like she just made an embarrassment of herself, and worse, Jack. Her saving grace is the nurses. The nurses are normal. Dana takes to her fast, thinks she’s the cutest funnest thing. Jack, by the grace of god, never gave a fuck. He would never be embarrassed of his wife. That woman loved him through thick and thin. Through missing legs and barely paying rent and tours she begged him to take a break from. No one will make her feel small. Lesser. Dumb. No way.
