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ugh

got a family vacation smack dab in the middle of a photoshoot i really want to do and whatever i choose to do is going to make someone upset and i’m just….i hate when i have to do this….

i dont know if im too late but can i ask for 5 from that writing prompt for your mob au?

thethespacecoyote:

something small, i hope thats okay

The first time Rhys had asked Jack to sleep with him, the bodyguard had, admittedly, not been thinking about any of the more mundane details that would come with it. 

Rhys had had a particularly trying meeting, with the boss from Jakobs needling him unnecessarily, clearly trying to provoke the omega as a means to discredit his temerity. Jack had managed to keep the situation under control, exuding a chilly presence as well as grasping Rhys’ knee firmly under the table, grounding the omega’s frustration so that he could finish the meeting and Jack could whisk him away to somewhere more private. 

Once they’d gotten home, Rhys had sourly demanded some of the vodka he’d gifted to Jack several weeks earlier, taking an unwise mouthful and nearly losing his balance as a result of the burning coughing fit. Jack’s brow had creased in concern as he’d caught the swaying young man, letting Rhys murmur and hiccup into his jacket. 

It had been hard to deny Rhys’ watery eyes and sniffling, pleading expression once he’d finally gotten the young man up to his room, and when Rhys’ had tearfully begged him to stay, to lay besides him and not leave, Jack just couldn’t say no. 

He’d wrapped his arms securely around Rhys and fell asleep a couple moments after him, feeling very noble and snug in his role as the comforting alpha. 

But the serene moment, and Jack’s satisfaction, was broken with a start when Rhys suddenly thrashed in his arms, jolting Jack awake.

“Зайчик–?” Jack had started, blearily lifting his head only to see that Rhys was still asleep. And peacefully so–his expression was not contorted in the vestiges of some terrible nightmare. Jack watched, confused, as Rhys tossed and turned, eventually flopping onto his belly and spreading his limbs like a starfish all about the bed.

Well, Jack shook his head with a smile, at least he knew now why young Rhys’ bed was always unmade. 

The alpha sunk back down against the bed, laying stoically on his back as Rhys’ hand sleepily groped for his chest A soft, amused grin splayed across Jack’s features as he let Rhys move and wiggle however he wanted. He was already Rhys’ bodyguard, his hitman, his mentor–if Rhys wanted him to serve the role of teddy bear, then Jack would do that as well. 

i dont know if im too late but can i ask for 5 from that writing prompt for your mob au?

something small, i hope thats okay

The first time Rhys had asked Jack to sleep with him, the bodyguard had, admittedly, not been thinking about any of the more mundane details that would come with it. 

Rhys had had a particularly trying meeting, with the boss from Jakobs needling him unnecessarily, clearly trying to provoke the omega as a means to discredit his temerity. Jack had managed to keep the situation under control, exuding a chilly presence as well as grasping Rhys’ knee firmly under the table, grounding the omega’s frustration so that he could finish the meeting and Jack could whisk him away to somewhere more private. 

Once they’d gotten home, Rhys had sourly demanded some of the vodka he’d gifted to Jack several weeks earlier, taking an unwise mouthful and nearly losing his balance as a result of the burning coughing fit. Jack’s brow had creased in concern as he’d caught the swaying young man, letting Rhys murmur and hiccup into his jacket. 

It had been hard to deny Rhys’ watery eyes and sniffling, pleading expression once he’d finally gotten the young man up to his room, and when Rhys’ had tearfully begged him to stay, to lay besides him and not leave, Jack just couldn’t say no. 

He’d wrapped his arms securely around Rhys and fell asleep a couple moments after him, feeling very noble and snug in his role as the comforting alpha. 

But the serene moment, and Jack’s satisfaction, was broken with a start when Rhys suddenly thrashed in his arms, jolting Jack awake.

“Зайчик–?” Jack had started, blearily lifting his head only to see that Rhys was still asleep. And peacefully so–his expression was not contorted in the vestiges of some terrible nightmare. Jack watched, confused, as Rhys tossed and turned, eventually flopping onto his belly and spreading his limbs like a starfish all about the bed.

Well, Jack shook his head with a smile, at least he knew now why young Rhys’ bed was always unmade. 

The alpha sunk back down against the bed, laying stoically on his back as Rhys’ hand sleepily groped for his chest A soft, amused grin splayed across Jack’s features as he let Rhys move and wiggle however he wanted. He was already Rhys’ bodyguard, his hitman, his mentor–if Rhys wanted him to serve the role of teddy bear, then Jack would do that as well. 

Jack was, ostensibly, at the convention to promote his new movie to the excitable masses cramming the exhibit halls. There was a massive display overwhelming the movie studio’s booth, complete with a heavily detailed sculpture of a crashed, sci-fi spacecraft and a dynamic, bigger-than-lifesize statue of the character that Jack was playing.

However, the actor seemed more interested in flirting than talking any details about the film. Every time a fan or interviewer tried to steer the conversation in that direction, Jack would turn it back around to complimenting their body or hair or smell, or running into a long anecdote only distantly related to the movie’s production. Rhys did his best to try to keep Jack from getting too off base, without potentially offending the actor. The last thing he wanted to do was earn his hero’s ire while there were literally hundreds of professional as well as amateur cameras pointed in their direction.

He gently interrupted one of Jack’s trailing monologues to remind the actor and the interviewer that the signing was about to start, flinching as Jack turned to him and shot him a look that made Rhys feel like he was having an aneurysm. He took in a sharp breath of relief as Jack’s expression melted into something amused as Jack shrugged off the still running camera to make his way over to the line brimming with thrilled fans.

Rhys stood obediently apart from Jack as the actor sat at the booth’s signing table, scribbling his name with a fat golden pen on countless posters and glossy pictures of himself, as well as the occasional bit of fan merchandise. Jack seemed particularly amused by the 3D-printed bust of himself and the lacy, bright yellow and black bra. The latter made him laugh aloud, winking at the blushing girl who’d given it to him before signing on the inside of the still-warm cup.

The growling feeling in his stomach that had wound up when Rhys had seen Jack kiss Nisha Kadam sprung up again as the actor dared to press his lips against the padded insert of the bra, sending the girl and her friend into a fit of giggles as they were nudged away from Jack by the equally eager fans behind them.

Rhys’ eyes fell lazily to the table, watching as Jack’s broad, tanned hands swirled his liquid signature on picture after picture, the shiny ring on his finger and the wet gold of his pen’s ink glinting gently in the bright overhead lights. He wonders if he has anything good on him that Jack would sign for him. Back at the volunteer lockers he had his souvenir book, or maybe Jack would sign his convention badge? Or, maybe he could buy one of the many attractive headshots and movie stills laid out glossy and smelling of fresh ink on the signing table.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. A smile flittered across Rhys’ face as he saw it was a selfie from Vaughn, in his Thor armor and the sleek blond wig Rhys had helped him style the night before the convention. It didn’t look half bad for what was kind of a hack job, and his bro looked happy, having found a couple other Marvel cosplayers to hang out with.

“Drinks later? 🙂” Came the text a couple seconds later. Rhys chuckled, replying quickly with a “im gonna need it.”

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