#day25

But with a little learning.

With a little guidance. 

With support. 

And with a little love. 

In the shape of you.

You, whose laughter had made the stars sparkle in the sky. Had dazzled him. Heart, body and soul. 

You had caught him off guard in all the ways he never expected. 

Swift. 

Sudden. 

You had captured his love. 

He had begun to notice the little details about you. The small things. 

One of his favourite things. 

Being your laugh. 

Well. 

To be exact, your different kinds of laughs. 

To the little chortle you’d let out at the sight of something that really shouldn’t have made you laugh. 

Or the way your laughter would spill out, so vibrant and unabashed, flooding his senses, as its melody filled the air. 

The giggle you’d let out, soft and bouncy. Cheeks wide with a smile. 

Even the times where your laugh would morph into little snorts peppered between. 

Jack craved it. Craved your joy. Your happiness. 

Going out of his way to make you laugh. 

It nearly broke his heart when you had admitted not liking the way you laughed.,,so he spent the entire time sharing with you all the reasons he loved your laughter. 

How it soothed him. How it brought a smile to his own face. 

And slowly, by looking through Jack’s perspective. You began to learn how to love your laughter. 

You began to see its beauty. Its charm.

If Jack could love it. Then so could you…

And just as Jack had shown you how to give yourself a little grace. 

You had done the same for him.

Gently guiding him to be kinder towards himself. 

Through your support, he was starting to accept help when he needed it. 

He was starting to learn the benefit from having others help. And the strength that came from accepting it. 

That asking for help didn’t make him any weaker. 

Only made him stronger for it. 

But by god. 

He could still be fucking stubborn at times. 

Leading to this moment now. 

In your shared home.

You had just moved in together. Boxes strewn about, waiting to be unpacked. 

Slowly and steadily.  

Whilst he balances upon his crutches, fumbling slightly with a box. 

Adamant he could carry it. Adamant that he didn’t need help. 

That he could do it alone. 

That he should be able to do it alone. 

From your spot on the floor as you unpack another box your eyes lift to see him, raising a brow with a small chuckle as you comment.  

“You walk like it’s heavy,” a quirk at your lips, not overly mocking just a light tease. 

A small laugh slips from your lips. One that settles in Jack's chest. 

Warm and fuzzy. 

He huffs, concentration breaking slightly as he glances up at you, “Baby, I walk like that cause I have one leg” 

You simply twist your lips into a pout, “You never let me have any fun.” 

A chortle slips from his lips, small, as though he were trying to stifle it. 

Bubbling out from his chest, deep and velvety. 

It sends a shiver down your spine as you scrunch your nose in amusement. 

Standing from your spot on the floor, walking over, you slip the box from his arms. 

He tries to grasp at it, reluctant in having you help. "I can carry it-"

"Tough luck, love," you twist it out of reach, one of your own arms reaching out to steady and support him. "I'm here to help, whether you want it or not."

Adding in a softer tone, “Just cause you’re so strong, doesn’t mean you have to do everything alone," sincerity laces your words. 

Hand holding him. Steadying. 

Not making him feel weaker. 

Just sharing the load. Making it easier to bear.

You place the box to the side as you plant yourself before him, hand caressing his cheek softly.

Admiring him and how much you loved him.

He mutters out, “I’m tough” 

“I know you are,” you nod. 

“I can take care of myself,” he replies softer, cupping a hand to your cheek.

Faces moving closer and closer.

The warmth of his breath caresses your skin. 

“You have,” the words fall from your mouth, admiration pooling in your eyes, tracing the features of his face.

“You still do. You always will. I’ve just joined in, too. Now we take care of each other”

His eyes flutter close as he leans his forehead against yours. 

Sighing. 

Relishing the moment.

Simply bliss.

Sure his leg, or lack thereof, could be a pain in the ass at times. 

Sure he couldn’t do everything he used to do.

Like, carry a box around the home unless he puts his prosthetic back on. 

But what he could still do.

All he really wanted to do.

Was love you.

Embrace your support.

And cherish being with you.

In the end. 

That was all either of you wanted.

A life of love together.

Times spent in laughter, tears, or whatever.

So long as it was together.

You’d be happy.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this little fic for domaystic. Just a little sweetness of Jack loving you and vice versa. Could totally see him try to be super independent, despite needing help at times. (Also please let me know if there are any parts that aren't GN!) Let me know what you think ✨ Comments, Reblogs and Likes are welcomed and appreciated 💕

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