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“She’s bisexual and it’s our first Pride Month together.” Jack said, finishing his thought. Santos nodded as she took a sip of her coffee.

“And you need some guidance so you came to me, I’m flattered. What do you need help with?”

“She’s talked in the past about doing things for pride with her friends and about experiences she’s had as a bisexual woman, both good and bad, and I want to celebrate her but I’m not sure where to start.” The two fo you had been together almost a year and you were transparent with Jack about how you felt both seen and ignored in the Queer community and how it impacted you. Despite being supported by a great group of Queer friends, there were still moments when someone would insult your sexuality by quoting an outdated stereotype. You’d also confided in Jack how you’d seen other bi women get flack from people for dating a man and how hurtful it was to see.

Since you were dating Jack he was concerned that you’d be worried about what reactions you’d get this year if you brought your boyfriend to Pride. Jack wanted to make sure you knew that you had at least one person in your corner.

Santos nodded absentmindedly again at what Jack said, absorbing the information and thinking.

“Does she go to the parade?”

“She’s mentioned it before, yes.”

“Okay, that’s a good place to start but the parades aren’t for everyone because the crowds can be a lot, so you should have some other options.” Santos started to meander around the ambulance bay as she thought of more ideas.

“Does she go to bars and clubs during Pride?”

“Yes, she tells this story about singing ‘Man I Feel Like A Woman’ in a packed bar during Pride Month a few years ago. It’s a favourite moment of hers.”

“I love that for her. Do you like clubs?”

“No.” Jack stated with certainty. Maybe in his youth but not now.

“That might be for the best, bringing your straight boyfriend to Pride events can be a divisive topic. How about I send you some event calendars and you pick stuff that sounds like it’d be good for her?” Jack perked up, that idea landing perfectly.

“That’d be great.” Santos fished her cell phone out of her back pocket to pull up the information. Jack smiled to himself in satisfaction, relaxing more as he shoved his free hand into his pocket as Santos busied herself with the calendars. This was going far better than he’d thought it would. He knew in a worst case scenario Santos could have told him that his questions were too personal but she was more than happy to help him and by extension, you.

“Last order of business I’ll need your credit card.” Santos said without looking up from her phone. That comment made Jack pause.

“Why?” He asked, skeptical.

“I’m buying you some tops to wear to these events.” Santos glanced up, her eyes the only thing moving to look at Jack and see his apprehensive face. “Trust me, she’ll love it.”

A few weeks later, you were awoken on June 1st by a gentle kiss to your cheek. You groaned as you were pulled from your slumber by the continued press of your boyfriend’s lips to your face, his stubble scratching slightly against your skin. You opened one eye to look at him and he smiled at you in that handsome way he did that had you smiling right back every time. You rolled over onto your back as you woke up fully, your smile staying on your lips as you gazed at Jack illuminated by the yellow glow of the morning sun. He stared lovingly down at you and couldn’t help but lean over to give you a kiss on the lips.

As he pulled back you realized he was still in his black scrubs, clearly having just gotten home from his shift. You pushed up onto your elbows and checked the clock - 7:20am.

“I have something for you in the kitchen, c’mon.” Jack said, beckoning you to follow him out of the bedroom. He didn’t wait for you and you whined a little, tossing your head back as you threw the covers off yourself and climbed out of your comfortable bed. You yawned as you exited the bedroom, covering your mouth as you rounded the corner into your kitchen before you stopped short.

Jack stood proudly at the tiny kitchen island with a vibrantly coloured rainbow cake on the counter. You stepped forward shocked to see the top of the cake read ‘Happy Pride’ in delicate cursive icing. You looked up at Jack, finally noticing that he took off his scrub top to reveal the one he was wearing underneath that read ‘I’m not queer but my girlfriend is’ which had you laughing. Jacks smile grew at your reaction.

“Did I get it right?” He asked sheepishly. You moved forward and took Jacks face in your hands, your eyes shining with unshed tears of joy.

“It’s perfect.” You pulled him towards you and kissed him fiercely, pouring all your love into the touch of your lips to his. Jack slid his hands over your hips and across your back, holding you close.

“That’s not even the best part.” Jack said as he pulled away from you and picked up the knife on the counter to cut the cake.

“I get cake for breakfast?” You asked playfully. Jack gave you a conspiratorial smile over his shoulder as the knife slid easily through the cake a second time so Jack could remove the piece he cut. He slid it out as delicately as possible and flopped it down on an awaiting plate next to the cake. You gasped when you saw what was inside and began to jump up and down with joy.

“It’s the bi flag!” You screamed with excitement, grabbing Jacks bicep to steady yourself as you jumped. The cake was two layers - pink on top and blue in the bottom - with a hefty portion of purple icing in between them.

“Jack that’s so cool! Thank you!” You launched yourself at your boyfriend, throwing your arms around his neck to hug him close. Jack chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you, his heart happy that you were happy.

“I love you so much.” Your words were muffled against Jacks shoulder but he could hear the heavy emotion in your voice. Jack tightened his hold on you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“I love you too baby, I can’t wait to celebrate you all month long.” That got you to laugh and the concern in Jacks chest eased. You’d never been loved like this, so loudly and openly. The thoughtfulness of this gesture and Jacks commitment to celebrating you made your heart grow with more love for him. Being seen like this, being loved like this, meant more to you than Jack could ever understand.

dividers by @ cursed-carmine

taglist:

“She’s bisexual and it’s our first Pride Month together.” Jack said, finishing his thought. Santos nodded as she took a sip of her coffee.

“And you need some guidance so you came to me, I’m flattered. What do you need help with?”

“She’s talked in the past about doing things for pride with her friends and about experiences she’s had as a bisexual woman, both good and bad, and I want to celebrate her but I’m not sure where to start.” The two fo you had been together almost a year and you were transparent with Jack about how you felt both seen and ignored in the Queer community and how it impacted you. Despite being supported by a great group of Queer friends, there were still moments when someone would insult your sexuality by quoting an outdated stereotype. You’d also confided in Jack how you’d seen other bi women get flack from people for dating a man and how hurtful it was to see.

Since you were dating Jack he was concerned that you’d be worried about what reactions you’d get this year if you brought your boyfriend to Pride. Jack wanted to make sure you knew that you had at least one person in your corner.

Santos nodded absentmindedly again at what Jack said, absorbing the information and thinking.

“Does she go to the parade?”

“She’s mentioned it before, yes.”

“Okay, that’s a good place to start but the parades aren’t for everyone because the crowds can be a lot, so you should have some other options.” Santos started to meander around the ambulance bay as she thought of more ideas.

“Does she go to bars and clubs during Pride?”

“Yes, she tells this story about singing ‘Man I Feel Like A Woman’ in a packed bar during Pride Month a few years ago. It’s a favourite moment of hers.”

“I love that for her. Do you like clubs?”

“No.” Jack stated with certainty. Maybe in his youth but not now.

“That might be for the best, bringing your straight boyfriend to Pride events can be a divisive topic. How about I send you some event calendars and you pick stuff that sounds like it’d be good for her?” Jack perked up, that idea landing perfectly.

“That’d be great.” Santos fished her cell phone out of her back pocket to pull up the information. Jack smiled to himself in satisfaction, relaxing more as he shoved his free hand into his pocket as Santos busied herself with the calendars. This was going far better than he’d thought it would. He knew in a worst case scenario Santos could have told him that his questions were too personal but she was more than happy to help him and by extension, you.

“Last order of business I’ll need your credit card.” Santos said without looking up from her phone. That comment made Jack pause.

“Why?” He asked, skeptical.

“I’m buying you some tops to wear to these events.” Santos glanced up, her eyes the only thing moving to look at Jack and see his apprehensive face. “Trust me, she’ll love it.”

A few weeks later, you were awoken on June 1st by a gentle kiss to your cheek. You groaned as you were pulled from your slumber by the continued press of your boyfriend’s lips to your face, his stubble scratching slightly against your skin. You opened one eye to look at him and he smiled at you in that handsome way he did that had you smiling right back every time. You rolled over onto your back as you woke up fully, your smile staying on your lips as you gazed at Jack illuminated by the yellow glow of the morning sun. He stared lovingly down at you and couldn’t help but lean over to give you a kiss on the lips.

As he pulled back you realized he was still in his black scrubs, clearly having just gotten home from his shift. You pushed up onto your elbows and checked the clock - 7:20am.

“I have something for you in the kitchen, c’mon.” Jack said, beckoning you to follow him out of the bedroom. He didn’t wait for you and you whined a little, tossing your head back as you threw the covers off yourself and climbed out of your comfortable bed. You yawned as you exited the bedroom, covering your mouth as you rounded the corner into your kitchen before you stopped short.

Jack stood proudly at the tiny kitchen island with a vibrantly coloured rainbow cake on the counter. You stepped forward shocked to see the top of the cake read ‘Happy Pride’ in delicate cursive icing. You looked up at Jack, finally noticing that he took off his scrub top to reveal the one he was wearing underneath that read ‘I’m not queer but my girlfriend is’ which had you laughing. Jacks smile grew at your reaction.

“Did I get it right?” He asked sheepishly. You moved forward and took Jacks face in your hands, your eyes shining with unshed tears of joy.

“It’s perfect.” You pulled him towards you and kissed him fiercely, pouring all your love into the touch of your lips to his. Jack slid his hands over your hips and across your back, holding you close.

“That’s not even the best part.” Jack said as he pulled away from you and picked up the knife on the counter to cut the cake.

“I get cake for breakfast?” You asked playfully. Jack gave you a conspiratorial smile over his shoulder as the knife slid easily through the cake a second time so Jack could remove the piece he cut. He slid it out as delicately as possible and flopped it down on an awaiting plate next to the cake. You gasped when you saw what was inside and began to jump up and down with joy.

“It’s the bi flag!” You screamed with excitement, grabbing Jacks bicep to steady yourself as you jumped. The cake was two layers - pink on top and blue in the bottom - with a hefty portion of purple icing in between them.

“Jack that’s so cool! Thank you!” You launched yourself at your boyfriend, throwing your arms around his neck to hug him close. Jack chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you, his heart happy that you were happy.

“I love you so much.” Your words were muffled against Jacks shoulder but he could hear the heavy emotion in your voice. Jack tightened his hold on you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“I love you too baby, I can’t wait to celebrate you all month long.” That got you to laugh and the concern in Jacks chest eased. You’d never been loved like this, so loudly and openly. The thoughtfulness of this gesture and Jacks commitment to celebrating you made your heart grow with more love for him. Being seen like this, being loved like this, meant more to you than Jack could ever understand.

dividers by @ cursed-carmine

taglist:

“She’s bisexual and it’s our first Pride Month together.” Jack said, finishing his thought. Santos nodded as she took a sip of her coffee.

“And you need some guidance so you came to me, I’m flattered. What do you need help with?”

“She’s talked in the past about doing things for pride with her friends and about experiences she’s had as a bisexual woman, both good and bad, and I want to celebrate her but I’m not sure where to start.” The two fo you had been together almost a year and you were transparent with Jack about how you felt both seen and ignored in the Queer community and how it impacted you. Despite being supported by a great group of Queer friends, there were still moments when someone would insult your sexuality by quoting an outdated stereotype. You’d also confided in Jack how you’d seen other bi women get flack from people for dating a man and how hurtful it was to see.

Since you were dating Jack he was concerned that you’d be worried about what reactions you’d get this year if you brought your boyfriend to Pride. Jack wanted to make sure you knew that you had at least one person in your corner.

Santos nodded absentmindedly again at what Jack said, absorbing the information and thinking.

“Does she go to the parade?”

“She’s mentioned it before, yes.”

“Okay, that’s a good place to start but the parades aren’t for everyone because the crowds can be a lot, so you should have some other options.” Santos started to meander around the ambulance bay as she thought of more ideas.

“Does she go to bars and clubs during Pride?”

“Yes, she tells this story about singing ‘Man I Feel Like A Woman’ in a packed bar during Pride Month a few years ago. It’s a favourite moment of hers.”

“I love that for her. Do you like clubs?”

“No.” Jack stated with certainty. Maybe in his youth but not now.

“That might be for the best, bringing your straight boyfriend to Pride events can be a divisive topic. How about I send you some event calendars and you pick stuff that sounds like it’d be good for her?” Jack perked up, that idea landing perfectly.

“That’d be great.” Santos fished her cell phone out of her back pocket to pull up the information. Jack smiled to himself in satisfaction, relaxing more as he shoved his free hand into his pocket as Santos busied herself with the calendars. This was going far better than he’d thought it would. He knew in a worst case scenario Santos could have told him that his questions were too personal but she was more than happy to help him and by extension, you.

“Last order of business I’ll need your credit card.” Santos said without looking up from her phone. That comment made Jack pause.

“Why?” He asked, skeptical.

“I’m buying you some tops to wear to these events.” Santos glanced up, her eyes the only thing moving to look at Jack and see his apprehensive face. “Trust me, she’ll love it.”

A few weeks later, you were awoken on June 1st by a gentle kiss to your cheek. You groaned as you were pulled from your slumber by the continued press of your boyfriend’s lips to your face, his stubble scratching slightly against your skin. You opened one eye to look at him and he smiled at you in that handsome way he did that had you smiling right back every time. You rolled over onto your back as you woke up fully, your smile staying on your lips as you gazed at Jack illuminated by the yellow glow of the morning sun. He stared lovingly down at you and couldn’t help but lean over to give you a kiss on the lips.

As he pulled back you realized he was still in his black scrubs, clearly having just gotten home from his shift. You pushed up onto your elbows and checked the clock - 7:20am.

“I have something for you in the kitchen, c’mon.” Jack said, beckoning you to follow him out of the bedroom. He didn’t wait for you and you whined a little, tossing your head back as you threw the covers off yourself and climbed out of your comfortable bed. You yawned as you exited the bedroom, covering your mouth as you rounded the corner into your kitchen before you stopped short.

Jack stood proudly at the tiny kitchen island with a vibrantly coloured rainbow cake on the counter. You stepped forward shocked to see the top of the cake read ‘Happy Pride’ in delicate cursive icing. You looked up at Jack, finally noticing that he took off his scrub top to reveal the one he was wearing underneath that read ‘I’m not queer but my girlfriend is’ which had you laughing. Jacks smile grew at your reaction.

“Did I get it right?” He asked sheepishly. You moved forward and took Jacks face in your hands, your eyes shining with unshed tears of joy.

“It’s perfect.” You pulled him towards you and kissed him fiercely, pouring all your love into the touch of your lips to his. Jack slid his hands over your hips and across your back, holding you close.

“That’s not even the best part.” Jack said as he pulled away from you and picked up the knife on the counter to cut the cake.

“I get cake for breakfast?” You asked playfully. Jack gave you a conspiratorial smile over his shoulder as the knife slid easily through the cake a second time so Jack could remove the piece he cut. He slid it out as delicately as possible and flopped it down on an awaiting plate next to the cake. You gasped when you saw what was inside and began to jump up and down with joy.

“It’s the bi flag!” You screamed with excitement, grabbing Jacks bicep to steady yourself as you jumped. The cake was two layers - pink on top and blue in the bottom - with a hefty portion of purple icing in between them.

“Jack that’s so cool! Thank you!” You launched yourself at your boyfriend, throwing your arms around his neck to hug him close. Jack chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you, his heart happy that you were happy.

“I love you so much.” Your words were muffled against Jacks shoulder but he could hear the heavy emotion in your voice. Jack tightened his hold on you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“I love you too baby, I can’t wait to celebrate you all month long.” That got you to laugh and the concern in Jacks chest eased. You’d never been loved like this, so loudly and openly. The thoughtfulness of this gesture and Jacks commitment to celebrating you made your heart grow with more love for him. Being seen like this, being loved like this, meant more to you than Jack could ever understand.

dividers by @ cursed-carmine

taglist:

“She’s bisexual and it’s our first Pride Month together.” Jack said, finishing his thought. Santos nodded as she took a sip of her coffee.

“And you need some guidance so you came to me, I’m flattered. What do you need help with?”

“She’s talked in the past about doing things for pride with her friends and about experiences she’s had as a bisexual woman, both good and bad, and I want to celebrate her but I’m not sure where to start.” The two fo you had been together almost a year and you were transparent with Jack about how you felt both seen and ignored in the Queer community and how it impacted you. Despite being supported by a great group of Queer friends, there were still moments when someone would insult your sexuality by quoting an outdated stereotype. You’d also confided in Jack how you’d seen other bi women get flack from people for dating a man and how hurtful it was to see.

Since you were dating Jack he was concerned that you’d be worried about what reactions you’d get this year if you brought your boyfriend to Pride. Jack wanted to make sure you knew that you had at least one person in your corner.

Santos nodded absentmindedly again at what Jack said, absorbing the information and thinking.

“Does she go to the parade?”

“She’s mentioned it before, yes.”

“Okay, that’s a good place to start but the parades aren’t for everyone because the crowds can be a lot, so you should have some other options.” Santos started to meander around the ambulance bay as she thought of more ideas.

“Does she go to bars and clubs during Pride?”

“Yes, she tells this story about singing ‘Man I Feel Like A Woman’ in a packed bar during Pride Month a few years ago. It’s a favourite moment of hers.”

“I love that for her. Do you like clubs?”

“No.” Jack stated with certainty. Maybe in his youth but not now.

“That might be for the best, bringing your straight boyfriend to Pride events can be a divisive topic. How about I send you some event calendars and you pick stuff that sounds like it’d be good for her?” Jack perked up, that idea landing perfectly.

“That’d be great.” Santos fished her cell phone out of her back pocket to pull up the information. Jack smiled to himself in satisfaction, relaxing more as he shoved his free hand into his pocket as Santos busied herself with the calendars. This was going far better than he’d thought it would. He knew in a worst case scenario Santos could have told him that his questions were too personal but she was more than happy to help him and by extension, you.

“Last order of business I’ll need your credit card.” Santos said without looking up from her phone. That comment made Jack pause.

“Why?” He asked, skeptical.

“I’m buying you some tops to wear to these events.” Santos glanced up, her eyes the only thing moving to look at Jack and see his apprehensive face. “Trust me, she’ll love it.”

A few weeks later, you were awoken on June 1st by a gentle kiss to your cheek. You groaned as you were pulled from your slumber by the continued press of your boyfriend’s lips to your face, his stubble scratching slightly against your skin. You opened one eye to look at him and he smiled at you in that handsome way he did that had you smiling right back every time. You rolled over onto your back as you woke up fully, your smile staying on your lips as you gazed at Jack illuminated by the yellow glow of the morning sun. He stared lovingly down at you and couldn’t help but lean over to give you a kiss on the lips.

As he pulled back you realized he was still in his black scrubs, clearly having just gotten home from his shift. You pushed up onto your elbows and checked the clock - 7:20am.

“I have something for you in the kitchen, c’mon.” Jack said, beckoning you to follow him out of the bedroom. He didn’t wait for you and you whined a little, tossing your head back as you threw the covers off yourself and climbed out of your comfortable bed. You yawned as you exited the bedroom, covering your mouth as you rounded the corner into your kitchen before you stopped short.

Jack stood proudly at the tiny kitchen island with a vibrantly coloured rainbow cake on the counter. You stepped forward shocked to see the top of the cake read ‘Happy Pride’ in delicate cursive icing. You looked up at Jack, finally noticing that he took off his scrub top to reveal the one he was wearing underneath that read ‘I’m not queer but my girlfriend is’ which had you laughing. Jacks smile grew at your reaction.

“Did I get it right?” He asked sheepishly. You moved forward and took Jacks face in your hands, your eyes shining with unshed tears of joy.

“It’s perfect.” You pulled him towards you and kissed him fiercely, pouring all your love into the touch of your lips to his. Jack slid his hands over your hips and across your back, holding you close.

“That’s not even the best part.” Jack said as he pulled away from you and picked up the knife on the counter to cut the cake.

“I get cake for breakfast?” You asked playfully. Jack gave you a conspiratorial smile over his shoulder as the knife slid easily through the cake a second time so Jack could remove the piece he cut. He slid it out as delicately as possible and flopped it down on an awaiting plate next to the cake. You gasped when you saw what was inside and began to jump up and down with joy.

“It’s the bi flag!” You screamed with excitement, grabbing Jacks bicep to steady yourself as you jumped. The cake was two layers - pink on top and blue in the bottom - with a hefty portion of purple icing in between them.

“Jack that’s so cool! Thank you!” You launched yourself at your boyfriend, throwing your arms around his neck to hug him close. Jack chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you, his heart happy that you were happy.

“I love you so much.” Your words were muffled against Jacks shoulder but he could hear the heavy emotion in your voice. Jack tightened his hold on you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“I love you too baby, I can’t wait to celebrate you all month long.” That got you to laugh and the concern in Jacks chest eased. You’d never been loved like this, so loudly and openly. The thoughtfulness of this gesture and Jacks commitment to celebrating you made your heart grow with more love for him. Being seen like this, being loved like this, meant more to you than Jack could ever understand.

dividers by @ cursed-carmine

taglist:

“She’s bisexual and it’s our first Pride Month together.” Jack said, finishing his thought. Santos nodded as she took a sip of her coffee.

“And you need some guidance so you came to me, I’m flattered. What do you need help with?”

“She’s talked in the past about doing things for pride with her friends and about experiences she’s had as a bisexual woman, both good and bad, and I want to celebrate her but I’m not sure where to start.” The two fo you had been together almost a year and you were transparent with Jack about how you felt both seen and ignored in the Queer community and how it impacted you. Despite being supported by a great group of Queer friends, there were still moments when someone would insult your sexuality by quoting an outdated stereotype. You’d also confided in Jack how you’d seen other bi women get flack from people for dating a man and how hurtful it was to see.

Since you were dating Jack he was concerned that you’d be worried about what reactions you’d get this year if you brought your boyfriend to Pride. Jack wanted to make sure you knew that you had at least one person in your corner.

Santos nodded absentmindedly again at what Jack said, absorbing the information and thinking.

“Does she go to the parade?”

“She’s mentioned it before, yes.”

“Okay, that’s a good place to start but the parades aren’t for everyone because the crowds can be a lot, so you should have some other options.” Santos started to meander around the ambulance bay as she thought of more ideas.

“Does she go to bars and clubs during Pride?”

“Yes, she tells this story about singing ‘Man I Feel Like A Woman’ in a packed bar during Pride Month a few years ago. It’s a favourite moment of hers.”

“I love that for her. Do you like clubs?”

“No.” Jack stated with certainty. Maybe in his youth but not now.

“That might be for the best, bringing your straight boyfriend to Pride events can be a divisive topic. How about I send you some event calendars and you pick stuff that sounds like it’d be good for her?” Jack perked up, that idea landing perfectly.

“That’d be great.” Santos fished her cell phone out of her back pocket to pull up the information. Jack smiled to himself in satisfaction, relaxing more as he shoved his free hand into his pocket as Santos busied herself with the calendars. This was going far better than he’d thought it would. He knew in a worst case scenario Santos could have told him that his questions were too personal but she was more than happy to help him and by extension, you.

“Last order of business I’ll need your credit card.” Santos said without looking up from her phone. That comment made Jack pause.

“Why?” He asked, skeptical.

“I’m buying you some tops to wear to these events.” Santos glanced up, her eyes the only thing moving to look at Jack and see his apprehensive face. “Trust me, she’ll love it.”

A few weeks later, you were awoken on June 1st by a gentle kiss to your cheek. You groaned as you were pulled from your slumber by the continued press of your boyfriend’s lips to your face, his stubble scratching slightly against your skin. You opened one eye to look at him and he smiled at you in that handsome way he did that had you smiling right back every time. You rolled over onto your back as you woke up fully, your smile staying on your lips as you gazed at Jack illuminated by the yellow glow of the morning sun. He stared lovingly down at you and couldn’t help but lean over to give you a kiss on the lips.

As he pulled back you realized he was still in his black scrubs, clearly having just gotten home from his shift. You pushed up onto your elbows and checked the clock - 7:20am.

“I have something for you in the kitchen, c’mon.” Jack said, beckoning you to follow him out of the bedroom. He didn’t wait for you and you whined a little, tossing your head back as you threw the covers off yourself and climbed out of your comfortable bed. You yawned as you exited the bedroom, covering your mouth as you rounded the corner into your kitchen before you stopped short.

Jack stood proudly at the tiny kitchen island with a vibrantly coloured rainbow cake on the counter. You stepped forward shocked to see the top of the cake read ‘Happy Pride’ in delicate cursive icing. You looked up at Jack, finally noticing that he took off his scrub top to reveal the one he was wearing underneath that read ‘I’m not queer but my girlfriend is’ which had you laughing. Jacks smile grew at your reaction.

“Did I get it right?” He asked sheepishly. You moved forward and took Jacks face in your hands, your eyes shining with unshed tears of joy.

“It’s perfect.” You pulled him towards you and kissed him fiercely, pouring all your love into the touch of your lips to his. Jack slid his hands over your hips and across your back, holding you close.

“That’s not even the best part.” Jack said as he pulled away from you and picked up the knife on the counter to cut the cake.

“I get cake for breakfast?” You asked playfully. Jack gave you a conspiratorial smile over his shoulder as the knife slid easily through the cake a second time so Jack could remove the piece he cut. He slid it out as delicately as possible and flopped it down on an awaiting plate next to the cake. You gasped when you saw what was inside and began to jump up and down with joy.

“It’s the bi flag!” You screamed with excitement, grabbing Jacks bicep to steady yourself as you jumped. The cake was two layers - pink on top and blue in the bottom - with a hefty portion of purple icing in between them.

“Jack that’s so cool! Thank you!” You launched yourself at your boyfriend, throwing your arms around his neck to hug him close. Jack chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you, his heart happy that you were happy.

“I love you so much.” Your words were muffled against Jacks shoulder but he could hear the heavy emotion in your voice. Jack tightened his hold on you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“I love you too baby, I can’t wait to celebrate you all month long.” That got you to laugh and the concern in Jacks chest eased. You’d never been loved like this, so loudly and openly. The thoughtfulness of this gesture and Jacks commitment to celebrating you made your heart grow with more love for him. Being seen like this, being loved like this, meant more to you than Jack could ever understand.

dividers by @ cursed-carmine

taglist:

“What the fuck?” You asked with no anger in your words, you were confused and curious about what prompted that action from your boyfriend. Pope put one knee on the bed and let himself fall forward, collapsing on top of you and trapping you under the weight of his muscle. You let out a small exhale of air as Popes body settled on top of you and you pulled your arm out from under him to wrap both around his torso as he pushed his face into your neck. You held him close and both of you laid there in comfortable silence.

This was what Pope loved about being with you, how comfortable he was. He’d admit it was a bit awkward at first because he’d never been with a man, he wasn’t sure how to act. Hell, Deran had to be the one to tell Pope he was in a relationship. Pope had been friends with you first and he enjoyed spending time with you so much his family barely saw him. Pope hadn’t realized the feelings he had for you was love but he really should have, considering how much you occupied his thoughts and how he felt fiercely about wanting to protect you and take care of you. A day where he got to see you was the best day and days without you were boring and tedious. He talked about you constantly, you were Popes favourite subject, and he liked to make you smile. He should have realized he liked you romantically with how often he stared at your arms or the back of your neck or the sliver of skin at your waistband whenever you stretched. Thoughts of you had Pope blushing and Deran had to smack his brother upside the head to realize his feelings weren’t platonic.

Life with you was easier, easier than Pope would have guessed. Pope sometimes felt like he really had to preform with women, had to contort himself into a version of himself that was easier to swallow. He felt like there was a role he needed to play - protector, provider - and he was weak if he didn’t do those things. With women he second guessed everything he said or did, worried he’d scare them away or hurt them somehow. It wasn’t that Pope wasn’t worried about accidentally hurting you but he didn’t think over every little interaction with you. You and Pope shared similar interests and it was easier for Pope to just be himself with you. Pope could be soft with you, he could break down and show the parts of himself that were pulling apart, he didn’t have to be brave all the time. He wasn’t concerned about hiding any part of himself. With you his brain wasn’t working on overdrive all the time.

Like just now, he’d be worried about crushing or hurting a girlfriend if he collapsed on them the way he did with you. Instead he could just drop after his bad day and not overthink every little movement around you. He felt safe enough with you to know you’d catch him. You’d let him lie here until he felt like telling you what was going on.

And that’s exactly what you did. You held him and pressed a kiss to his head and waited for your presence to calm Pope down. It didn't take long, it never did, and all the noise of the day melted away.

The only time Popes mind was ever quiet was with you.

dividers by @ strangergraphics

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“What the fuck?” You asked with no anger in your words, you were confused and curious about what prompted that action from your boyfriend. Pope put one knee on the bed and let himself fall forward, collapsing on top of you and trapping you under the weight of his muscle. You let out a small exhale of air as Popes body settled on top of you and you pulled your arm out from under him to wrap both around his torso as he pushed his face into your neck. You held him close and both of you laid there in comfortable silence.

This was what Pope loved about being with you, how comfortable he was. He’d admit it was a bit awkward at first because he’d never been with a man, he wasn’t sure how to act. Hell, Deran had to be the one to tell Pope he was in a relationship. Pope had been friends with you first and he enjoyed spending time with you so much his family barely saw him. Pope hadn’t realized the feelings he had for you was love but he really should have, considering how much you occupied his thoughts and how he felt fiercely about wanting to protect you and take care of you. A day where he got to see you was the best day and days without you were boring and tedious. He talked about you constantly, you were Popes favourite subject, and he liked to make you smile. He should have realized he liked you romantically with how often he stared at your arms or the back of your neck or the sliver of skin at your waistband whenever you stretched. Thoughts of you had Pope blushing and Deran had to smack his brother upside the head to realize his feelings weren’t platonic.

Life with you was easier, easier than Pope would have guessed. Pope sometimes felt like he really had to preform with women, had to contort himself into a version of himself that was easier to swallow. He felt like there was a role he needed to play - protector, provider - and he was weak if he didn’t do those things. With women he second guessed everything he said or did, worried he’d scare them away or hurt them somehow. It wasn’t that Pope wasn’t worried about accidentally hurting you but he didn’t think over every little interaction with you. You and Pope shared similar interests and it was easier for Pope to just be himself with you. Pope could be soft with you, he could break down and show the parts of himself that were pulling apart, he didn’t have to be brave all the time. He wasn’t concerned about hiding any part of himself. With you his brain wasn’t working on overdrive all the time.

Like just now, he’d be worried about crushing or hurting a girlfriend if he collapsed on them the way he did with you. Instead he could just drop after his bad day and not overthink every little movement around you. He felt safe enough with you to know you’d catch him. You’d let him lie here until he felt like telling you what was going on.

And that’s exactly what you did. You held him and pressed a kiss to his head and waited for your presence to calm Pope down. It didn't take long, it never did, and all the noise of the day melted away.

The only time Popes mind was ever quiet was with you.

dividers by @ strangergraphics

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“What the fuck?” You asked with no anger in your words, you were confused and curious about what prompted that action from your boyfriend. Pope put one knee on the bed and let himself fall forward, collapsing on top of you and trapping you under the weight of his muscle. You let out a small exhale of air as Popes body settled on top of you and you pulled your arm out from under him to wrap both around his torso as he pushed his face into your neck. You held him close and both of you laid there in comfortable silence.

This was what Pope loved about being with you, how comfortable he was. He’d admit it was a bit awkward at first because he’d never been with a man, he wasn’t sure how to act. Hell, Deran had to be the one to tell Pope he was in a relationship. Pope had been friends with you first and he enjoyed spending time with you so much his family barely saw him. Pope hadn’t realized the feelings he had for you was love but he really should have, considering how much you occupied his thoughts and how he felt fiercely about wanting to protect you and take care of you. A day where he got to see you was the best day and days without you were boring and tedious. He talked about you constantly, you were Popes favourite subject, and he liked to make you smile. He should have realized he liked you romantically with how often he stared at your arms or the back of your neck or the sliver of skin at your waistband whenever you stretched. Thoughts of you had Pope blushing and Deran had to smack his brother upside the head to realize his feelings weren’t platonic.

Life with you was easier, easier than Pope would have guessed. Pope sometimes felt like he really had to preform with women, had to contort himself into a version of himself that was easier to swallow. He felt like there was a role he needed to play - protector, provider - and he was weak if he didn’t do those things. With women he second guessed everything he said or did, worried he’d scare them away or hurt them somehow. It wasn’t that Pope wasn’t worried about accidentally hurting you but he didn’t think over every little interaction with you. You and Pope shared similar interests and it was easier for Pope to just be himself with you. Pope could be soft with you, he could break down and show the parts of himself that were pulling apart, he didn’t have to be brave all the time. He wasn’t concerned about hiding any part of himself. With you his brain wasn’t working on overdrive all the time.

Like just now, he’d be worried about crushing or hurting a girlfriend if he collapsed on them the way he did with you. Instead he could just drop after his bad day and not overthink every little movement around you. He felt safe enough with you to know you’d catch him. You’d let him lie here until he felt like telling you what was going on.

And that’s exactly what you did. You held him and pressed a kiss to his head and waited for your presence to calm Pope down. It didn't take long, it never did, and all the noise of the day melted away.

The only time Popes mind was ever quiet was with you.

dividers by @ strangergraphics

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“What the fuck?” You asked with no anger in your words, you were confused and curious about what prompted that action from your boyfriend. Pope put one knee on the bed and let himself fall forward, collapsing on top of you and trapping you under the weight of his muscle. You let out a small exhale of air as Popes body settled on top of you and you pulled your arm out from under him to wrap both around his torso as he pushed his face into your neck. You held him close and both of you laid there in comfortable silence.

This was what Pope loved about being with you, how comfortable he was. He’d admit it was a bit awkward at first because he’d never been with a man, he wasn’t sure how to act. Hell, Deran had to be the one to tell Pope he was in a relationship. Pope had been friends with you first and he enjoyed spending time with you so much his family barely saw him. Pope hadn’t realized the feelings he had for you was love but he really should have, considering how much you occupied his thoughts and how he felt fiercely about wanting to protect you and take care of you. A day where he got to see you was the best day and days without you were boring and tedious. He talked about you constantly, you were Popes favourite subject, and he liked to make you smile. He should have realized he liked you romantically with how often he stared at your arms or the back of your neck or the sliver of skin at your waistband whenever you stretched. Thoughts of you had Pope blushing and Deran had to smack his brother upside the head to realize his feelings weren’t platonic.

Life with you was easier, easier than Pope would have guessed. Pope sometimes felt like he really had to preform with women, had to contort himself into a version of himself that was easier to swallow. He felt like there was a role he needed to play - protector, provider - and he was weak if he didn’t do those things. With women he second guessed everything he said or did, worried he’d scare them away or hurt them somehow. It wasn’t that Pope wasn’t worried about accidentally hurting you but he didn’t think over every little interaction with you. You and Pope shared similar interests and it was easier for Pope to just be himself with you. Pope could be soft with you, he could break down and show the parts of himself that were pulling apart, he didn’t have to be brave all the time. He wasn’t concerned about hiding any part of himself. With you his brain wasn’t working on overdrive all the time.

Like just now, he’d be worried about crushing or hurting a girlfriend if he collapsed on them the way he did with you. Instead he could just drop after his bad day and not overthink every little movement around you. He felt safe enough with you to know you’d catch him. You’d let him lie here until he felt like telling you what was going on.

And that’s exactly what you did. You held him and pressed a kiss to his head and waited for your presence to calm Pope down. It didn't take long, it never did, and all the noise of the day melted away.

The only time Popes mind was ever quiet was with you.

dividers by @ strangergraphics

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