Jack Dawkins One Shots

Miss Y/L/N P3

As he held her close to him, Jack suddenly became very comfortable. Holding her against his chest, feeling her breathing grow even and her body relax as she got more and more sleepy... he was absolutely content. He gently ran his fingers through her hair, gently stroking her and hoping to keep her nice and relaxed. He smiled as he continued gently stroking her hair, his voice a quiet murmur. He spoke, the words practically just a low whisper. "You getting cozy, Kitten?,"

"mhm" she nodded "love you jack ..." She muttered

Everything in Jack's heart seemed to warm and melt. Her words, though mumbled and spoken half-asleep, were like pure music to his ears. His eyes lit up with love and his voice was quiet as he spoke back to her. He gently pressed a kiss against the top of her head as he continued to gently run his fingers through her hair, his other arm wrapped around her waist holding her snugly against him. "I love you too, Kitten,"

As the two of them sat together, Jack continued to gently stroke her hair and hold her snugly against his chest. She was so small... so easy to hold... she fit snugly in his arms like she was made to be there. As he continued to hold her, stroking her hair, he suddenly became a little bit drowsy as well. He was sitting in the most comfortable position possible while holding the most beautiful and precious woman in the entire world... she was so tired and drowsy and he was suddenly feeling some of her drowsiness as well... jack suddenly perked up when he was met by an odd sight. As a small black and orange cat hopped up onto the table and looked at him,

Jack suddenly perked up when he saw the tiny black and orange cat hop up onto the table and look right at him. He stared back at it. It was a cute little thing but it was odd. What was a tiny cat doing in his living room? "Where the hell did you come from?," He wondered out loud, his voice low and calm.

the cat scratched it's ear and then jack noticed the cT wore a collar and a tag reading the name 'fuzzles'

Jack was suddenly more perplexed as he looked at the cat sitting on his table. His gaze flicked over to Y/n, wondering if she might know who might own the furry little creature.

"Fuzzles, huh?," He said out loud. "Who on earth owns a cat named 'Fuzzles'?,"

the cat simply hopped onto the chair with him and Y/n laying itself very comfortably in Y/n's lap

Jack was even more perplexed now He chuckled quietly and spoke as he rubbed the cat's head. Feeling so very content having both Y/n and this cat in his lap, "You're a friendly little thing, aren't you, Fuzzles?," he cooed "Aww, is little Fuzzles here is your cat , isn't it, Kitten?,"

she didn't respond too deep in her sleep

Jack chuckled quietly. She was absolutely knocked out... asleep as a log. She was probably not even dreaming, she was that tired. As he chuckled again, he suddenly noticed how cute the cat, Fuzzles, looked as it sat there in her lap. The cat was being nice and quiet as well, not causing mayhem or anything. Jack smiled again, suddenly thinking of a devious idea to play with the cat . Jack leaned down and gently tapped Y/n's head with a couple of his fingers. "Hey...," He murmured, hoping to rouse her just a little bit. Just enough to get her attention.

"hummm?" Y/n yawned

Jack chuckled quietly. Her responding murmur and cute little yawn was too adorable for words. Before she could drift back off to sleep, Jack spoke once again, this time in an exaggerated whisper right next to her ear. "Hey... guess what...,"

"what is it jack?" She Asked rubbing her eyes

Jack couldn't help but chuckle quietly over her cute little response. She was so tired and drowsy... he was about to pull a little prank on her. "You'll never guess what's in your lap...," He whispered, this time with a smirk on his lips.