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𝓴nown as “𝒷ambi” thrifting leg warmers journaling knitting long hugs lace hot cocoa cinnamon autumn random trinkets doe eyes chocolate && vanilla scents low-cut shirts candles baking brownies ribbons in her hair
𝓴nown as “𝓁amb” bows being anxious lace and satin sewing preachers daughter journaling baby lambs study groups girly girl pink baking for everyone french tips quiet pure and innocent smells like candy clingy always
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𝓴nown as “𝓈tar” christian dior new york travelling shopping sprees modelling clingy wired earphones french tips miu miu hot girl walks pilates iced coffees fashion magazines spoiled owns so many pairs of heels
𝓴nown as “𝓁ovebug” beabadoobee ladybugs polka dots strawberry picking crafting gardening digital cameras fun tights apples crochet-ing wired earphones thrifting little trinkets ballet flats always outside cat person
𝓴nown as “𝒷unny” little skirts honey && strawberries thigh high socks clingy bunnies vintage dior kitten heels iced coffees baking cookies spring babydoll dresses thrifting
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sheer curtains breathing in the morning breeze. soft pink knit cardigans. satin ribbons threaded through hair. lace socks tucked into ballet flats with tiny bows. strawberry gloss pressed to porcelain teacups. delicate bouquets wrapped in brown paper and carried home like treasure. crochet scarves draped over chairs. pastel macarons shared slowly between quiet conversations. rabbit plushies waiting patiently on rumpled beds. piano melodies humming under her breath without realizing.
vanilla perfume lingering on clothes. bakery runs before the city wakes. flowers pressed between the pages of books she reread too often. soft laughter that sometimes turns teary for no reason at all. tiny bags carrying ribbons, lip balm, and half-written love notes. quiet café where sunlight pools on wooden tables. delicate dresses swaying with every step like they belong in a ballet rehearsal room. sweetness worn not as innocence, but as something carefully chosen.
babydoll!reader who looks like something out of a soft daydream; pink knit cardigans slipping from her shoulders, lace socks folded neatly into ballet flats, glossy lips stained faintly strawberry.
babydoll!reader who collects small comforts without realizing it: ribbons tucked in coat pockets, bakery boxes stacked neatly on kitchen counters, dried flowers pressed between the pages of books she read when she can’t sleep.
babydoll!reader who loves quietly but deeply. remembering how someone takes their tea, brushing lint from their sleeve without thinking, saving the window seat because they know it makes them happy.
babydoll!reader who laughs easily but cries just as easily too. the kind of tears that come from beautiful songs or old memories or something someone said without meaning to. she wipe her eyes quickly and laugh it off, embarrassed by how full her heart always feels.
babydoll!reader who treats animals with a kind of gentle devotion. whispering to puppies, tying tiny bows on collars, crouching down in the street to greet every stray cat as if it were an old friend.
work for babydoll!reader . . . ♡ sweet and sleepy ft. sam winchester ♡ strawberry impala ft. dean winchester ♡ between classes ft. sam winchester ♡
꒰ best paired with . . . any characters in the tags & more!
old bookshops, staying up too late, rain hitting windows, eyeliner she can’t take off all the way, hands in her hair, the ache of nostalgia, the poetry in the mess. 20-something. sophomore or junior. liberal arts major. emphasis on literature, film theory, or something that sounds just vague enough to impress people.
dark academia aesthetic, espresso-stained syllabi, vintage slip dresses under oversized sweaters, doc martens she have had forever, chipped black nail polish. she reads baudelaire with her legs folded on a dorm bed that smells like warm perfume and weed smoke. sometimes she cries in the library just because it's quiet and she likes the way the sun hits the floor.
college!reader that drinks cold brew year-round, even in December.
college!reader has her dorm always smells like vanilla, incense, and a faint trace of last night’s perfume.
college!reader writes letters she never sends. they’re in a box under her bed, folded into tiny squares, written in black ink and smudged with perfume. sometimes they’re love letters. sometimes they’re apologies. sometimes they’re just questions no one ever answered.
college!reader always has a book in her bag, dog-eared and half-read—recent titles include The Secret History, Just Kids, and some French author she can’t pronounce.
college!reader talks to books like they’re people. whispers apologies when she folds a page wrong, presses kisses to the cover before she puts it on her nightstand. when a book ends badly, she puts it face-down in a drawer like she’s punishing it.
work for college!reader . . . kildare’s campus kill (rafe cameron smau) ♡ super psycho love (jack abbot) ♡ the aftermath (jack abbot) ♡ my professor (sam winchester) ♡ karaoke party (dean di laurentis) ♡ kissing tattoos (garrett graham) ♡ love smoke (dean di laurentis) ♡
request for college!reader . . . open.
best paired with . . . any characters in the tags.
sun-warped dashboard. porch lights buzzing. dust in her lungs. bruised knuckles, but soft hands. smells like smoke, leather, and honeysuckle. summer girl. listens to dolly parton and zach bryan. heartbreaker. loyal to a fault. runs from her feelings. fights for what's hers. cries alone in trucks. flirts with danger. shotgun rider. barefoot on dirt roads. leaves before sunrise. prays sometimes, cusses more. never begs and never stays.
rides like she’s chasing ghosts. hat low, eyes sharp. kisses hard, drives fast. dances in dive bars, boots loud on wood floors. freckles kissed by sun and sin. knows every country song by heart. won’t say “i miss you,” but thinks it. keeps a pocketknife in her boot. gold cross on her rearview. silver ring she never takes off. loves like lightning—brief, blinding, unforgettable.
cowgirl!reader was born and raised at her papa's ranch and that's where she works now; during rodeo season, during summer. that's probably her favorite place on earth.
cowgirl!reader doesn’t trust forecasts but she trusts the wind. she’ll step outside, squint at the sky, smell the air, and say, “storm’s comin’,” while everyone else is still checking their phones; and she’s never wrong.
cowgirl!reader knows how to be alone without being lonely. long drives down empty backroads with just the radio and her thoughts don’t scare her. in fact, they settle her. the silence, the space, the sun-drenched nothingness; it’s where she remembers who she is.
cowgirl!reader can gut a fish, patch a tire, and drive stick better than most men who’ve tried to impress her.
cowgirl!reader doesn’t do slow with her feelings, she just hides them well. she’ll fall for someone in a heartbeat and spend the next six months pretending she hasn’t. acts like nothing’s serious, like every kiss is casual, but her heart is riding shotgun every time. she’ll bring you coffee before your shift, remember your dog’s name, fix your busted taillight; and never once call it love.
work for cowgirl!reader . . . lost boy (rafe cameron) : hold my beer (dennis whitaker) :
best paired with . . . any characters in the tags.
jack abbot 𝔁 𝒇 ! muse ⠀﹒⠀ 𝒑𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞
⎯⎯ O.713k · caribbean ! reader ༝ reader is black although there’s no description of ethnical features here ༝ fem ! reader ༝ able-bodied reader ༝ tw food description because the author is obsessed with food ༝ suggestive ( mention of sexual act ) ⠀﹒⠀ 𝒎𝐝𝐧𝐢 ﹗
⠀ ⠀ ꒰੭ ⠀ notes ⠀ : ⠀ hi everyone ! i was looking for the best way to include my culture into my fics andd.. since i’m obssesed with the people’s princess jack abbot i was like why not try something with caribbean ! reader ? she’s the least worked on reader in my museums of rêveries but she’s still existing happily and i’m craving to write something summer coded and martinique is the land of the forever sun . i will be adding some cultural elements and many other things in this story . you will find them regrouped in an index at the end of the post . enjoy your reading <3
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝓓𝐀𝐘 ⠀ 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ⠀ . ⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ❛ 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 firmly on your bare hips. You’re wearing some shorts and a bikini top. At this time of the year, the heat becomes so unbearable that wearing clothes that cover less skin than possible stops being a simple option. And who would Jack be to complain about all that exposed skin ?
“ Do you want some ? ” You ask, designating the wooden bowl set before you. There were many chopped fruits laying there beautifully and he couldn't help but catch a glimpse of a star shaped fruit.
“ Yes. But what is this ? ” He pointed out the yellow fruit and you took one that you brought towards his mouth. Jack immediately wraps his mouth around it and proceeds to chew it appreciatively. Its sweet-sourness splashes against Jack’s taste buds. Its taste reminds him of cucumbers and citrus mixed altogether.The cryptic expression on his face makes you smile and Jack lifts a brow at you.
“ So, what is it ? ”
“ Carambola. Do you like it ? ” You take one piece and eat it appreciatively while he watches.
“ I don’t know. It’s more water than sugar ?”
“ Yeah, I wasn’t so sure about it too the first time I ate one.But it grows on you. ”
You’re both sitting outside. The villa you rented a few weeks before your departure is facing the sea where a small basalt island can be seen on the horizon. You always thought it indeed looked like a diamond shining bright amongst the vast ocean trapping it alone.
Beside you Jack is reading, taking a sip of the smoothie he prepared with watermelons and bananas from time to time.
It should be illegal to look this handsome with readers on but it’s also because he’s got his torso exposed, freckles decorated his skin everywhere your eyes landed on. Even at fifty, Jack insisted of maintaining the best routines to keep his health as good as possible. You don’t know how he does it. He works twelve hour nightshifts, is a S.W.A.T physician as a hobby but also manages to find time to work out. Most importantly : he has time for you. Always. He needed that honeymoon more than you. To be honest you had organized most of it and forbid your man to lend you help. He needed to be at rest. Far away from work, from stress from the weight of missing something that you know he would never confess.
“ And you accuse me of staring a lot. ” He quips nonchalantly, eyes still pinned to the words written on the book he’s reading. You remember eyeing him when he grabbed the book from its shelf in the romance section, not picking at all for a romance novel type of guy. At home he had dozens of books, most of them about psychology, health and science. That was the first one.
“ I wasn’t staring. ” His hazel orbs leave his book to find yours. He obviously doesn’t believe you but makes no big deal of it. It’s just a simple banter to break the silence made of singing birds and cool breeze and the sound of leaves rustling in the wind. “ …Okay, fine. What if I was ?”
“ Then nothing, pretty girl.” The term of endearment causes you to smile and you reach for the glass sitting on the table that was placed between your lounges.
“ All of this for that.” You teases. Jack arch a brows while his gaze follow each one of your movements.
“ Don’t be a brat, honey. ” Shivers roll down your spine this time and soon it’s warmth that spreads all its way down to your core. And Jack of course notices how quick you are to become hot and bothered by the sound of his voice, how quick you shift positions on your lounge chair. Suddenly it’s the translucent pearl rolling down your clavicle before disappearing in your cleavage. You catch the hot trail his gaze leaves upon your skin and you remember there’s just the two of you here. No passerbys and no neighbors to catch Jack fucking your brains out by the pool, where the sun burns your skin through the curtains of sweat, where the salt air clings to your lungs as his name exits your lips desperately.
𝒗𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 :
• postcard , masterlist : day 2 .
༚ pinterest board ⊱ fic moodboards ⊱ playlist .
• caribbean ! reader : introduction + tag navigation .
• jack abbot other works : 𓇼 .
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⠀⠀ 𝒾.⠀ 𓂅 ⠀·⠀⠀⠀ 𝒕𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⠀ : @pittsick @rh1nestcned @cup1dssorrow @faiux @mtcloudsworld @nuitts @lilahthedoll @amacphet , ⠀𓊆 to be added to the taglist , comment under this post or fill up the form 𓊇⠀.
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𝒅𝐢𝐬𝐜⠀ 𓋫⠀ in which, jack & caribbean ! reader chose to spend their honey moon days on her island ⠀﹒⠀ ⠀ ───caribbean ! reader ༝ fem ! reader ༝ reader is black! ༝ no use of y / n ༝ able - bodied ༝ fluff ༝ romance ༝ reader speaks french,english and most importantly creole ⠀﹒⠀ 𝒎𝐝𝐧𝐢 ﹗
𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈 :
DAY ONE 𓂅 star fruits salad .
DAY TWO 𓂅 title not available. .
𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈 :
board இ tag nav இ dynamic
𝒗𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 :
•⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ caribbean ! reader ⠀ : ⠀ introduction, ⠀ tag nav.
⠀⠀ 𝒾.⠀ 𓂅 ⠀·⠀⠀⠀ 𝒕𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⠀ : @pittsick @rh1nestcned @cup1dssorrow @faiux @mtcloudsworld @nuitts @lilahthedoll @mcthsman , ⠀𓊆 to be added to the taglist , comment under this post or fill up the form 𓊇⠀.
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