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masterlist:
~ Loose button, worn threads Best friend Bucky x Reader <cw: burnout, grief, panic attacks> wc: 3k
~ In which Bob feels heard Bob Reynolds & Thunderbolts. <cw: descriptions of dissociation/episode, depression> wc: 1k
~ In which Ava learns how to stay Ava Starr & Thunderbolts <cw: mention of palliative care, idk not much else> wc: 1k
~ In which John's serum is malfunctioning John walker & Bucky Barnes. <cw: bombs, building collapse, pain, sickfic> wc: >1k
~ In which Yelena learns about girls' night Girlhood/ girl-friendships thoughts. wc: 1.5k
~ In Which Yelena Catches a Chill. Yelena Sickfic. wc: >1k
~ Sunshine!tattoo!nurse!reader x The Pitt. Wholesome. wc: 2.4k
~ Foxglove Cafe (Jack Abbot x Reader) (Complete!)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
~ You Have Her Room (Jack Abbot x Reader) wc: 2k <grief, Jack's late wife, panic attack>
~ Casual Secret (Brendon Park x Reader) wc: 4k
~ I Like'em Older (Jack Abbot x Reader) wc: 1.4k
~ Hold Me Down (Jack Abbot x Reader) Spicy (ONGOING!)
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As I Knew You (6798 words) by Amnatreal
Chapters: 6/6
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thunderbolts (Movie 2025), The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Captain America - All Media Types, Black Panther (Marvel Movies), Black Widow (Movie 2021)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Original Female Character(s), James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Yelena Belova, John Walker (Marvel), Mel (Thunderbolts 2025), Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, Ava Starr, Alexei Shostakov, Robert "Bob" Reynolds (Marvel), Vasily Karpov, Aleksander Lukin, Sam Wilson (Marvel), General Dreykov (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Shuri (Marvel), Lyudmila Antonovna Kudrin
Additional Tags: Mild Hurt/Comfort, Reunions, Awkward Bucky Barnes, Team Dynamics, Protective Bucky Barnes, Minor Injuries, Mutual Pining, Pre-Relationship, Genius Shuri (Marvel), POV Bucky Barnes, POV Outsider, POV Third Person, Bucky Barnes's Metal Arm, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Red Room (Marvel), No Use of Y/N for Reader-Insert
Summary:
Thinking about her had become a habit. Occasionally, heâd find a gap in his memories as the winter soldier, think about what sheâd say, and knowsheâd know how to connect the image. Heâd wonder how she doesnât exist on any HYDRA files, when her presence in his memories of then was so prominent. Heâd forcibly stop himself for ever mentioning her. If sheâs successfully off everyoneâs radar, he thought, sheâd be safe. She can just be, something he still found very hard to do himself.
Feeling like they were out of options, with no way to contact Ava at the watchtower, Bucky stopped walking and sighed. âI know a place.â
-currently being beta'd and will be part of a longer series :)
Tags:Â Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Blood and Injury, Human Experimentation, Hydra Experiments (Marvel), Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Mind Control, Red Room (Marvel), Torture, Non-Consensual Electroconvulsive Therapy, Whump, POV Bucky Barnes, Soft Bucky Barnes, Protective Bucky Barnes, Reunions, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Bucky Barnes's Winter Soldier Programming, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Hurt Bucky Barnes, Black Widow Program (Marvel)Â
âHer face was young, soft around the edges. Faces like hers would strain with fear at the sight of him. They should. Hers was smooth, with a gaze steady enough to confuse him. They don't address him directly, they work around him, talk about him but never at him. What is this?â
an: Â I promise I've not abandoned this fic in my Jack Abbot obsession! thank you for reading!
"Knowing you, knowing how to please you, how to drag you through your battling thoughts and pull you past them onto a floating cloud. Holding on to you as you drift, then slowly, lovingly, pull you down. It had become one of the most rewarding, exciting, beautiful roles Jack had ever had."
an: Thank you so much for reading! I sincerely hope you enjoy this series. If you have a preference towards AO3, everything I'm writing will be posted there for safekeeping and it will be on Amnatreal. Taglist is open and I'm honored that you want to read my work ;) comment or send me an ask to be added <3
Summery: The grocery run was one of Jack's favorite weekly stops. The consistency of it was a comforting certainty; that life will happen whether you like it or not.
Or Moments in the grocery store (featuring Robby POV bonus!)
an: sooooo I don't know how this is 3k but this is a personal preference/self-indulgent kinda thing so, I just let me write and this came out :) I just love inside jokes, and half conversations, and touchy grocery shopping. Any comment about food here is 100% me sorry :) pls enjoy the Robby bonus as a gift <3
"Jack, It was right here," you muttered, eyes scanning the entire isle of shelves.
He hummed beside you, leaning his forearm on the cart handle, "they must've moved things around."
The grocery run was one of Jack's favorite weekly stops. It's something that has to happen, will happen again next week, and with the wild things he faces every shift, that's a very comforting certainty; that life will happen whether we like it or not.
Going to get groceries with you, once you've settled into every corner of his apartment even before moving in together, was an absolute treat. Jack leaning his weight off his legs and on the cart, following you around the store, listening to stuff your mother told you about cilantro and why parsley is different even when the leaves look exactly the same to him, or how you want to reorganize the fridge, again, for efficiency and tailor it specifically for a "nightcrawler".Â
No matter the idea, Jack's chest always warms at how clearly you could see your future with him, how simply you tweaked the contents of his kitchen cabinets so he wouldn't have to move so much from a comfortable spot, how happy you were to do that while still living in your own apartment.Â
You've told him once about your difficulties settling into relationships, not knowing where you stand and what you were able to do without dire consequences. It wasn't fair to you, the uncertainty that you ex spilled into your life, it damaged your confidence in who you were. Jack had the privilege of watching as your quirks cautiously come up for air. He could still remember your face the first time you moaned aloud, eyes clenched shut as he pulled your pleasure forward. The first time you changed your mind in front of him without fear of a fight, of him holding what you said against you.
To see you dictate what expiry date is manageable and what would be a waste, or nudge his hip because you're changing direction, was an honest win in his books. While Jack hadn't addressed it directly, to not make you self-conscious, his gaze would catch all these small bursts of self and he would tuck them close, treasured right by his heart.Â
He also found it incredibly adorable that you've stopped covering up your frustrations. Constantly being told to not be "dramatic", you used to hold a blank face against any difficulty and try to look as if "it's not a big deal". Jack couldn't really tell you how proud he was that you were angry at the grocery store because they kept shifting things around. It was that small line between your brows that told him he should just join in.
"This is just plain.." you shook your head.
"Marketing?"Â
"Manipulation, Jack," you turned to him, sweeping your hand up at the the length of the isle, "Conspiracy and manipulation."
Jack nodded solemnly, "if they make us walk around more-"
"We see more and buy more! exactly!" you mock-hissed, pointing a finger at him then up at the ceiling.Â
He allowed himself an over-dramatic glare at the ceiling before his eyes caught something on the right shelf, "Shit."
"What?"
Jack snorted, pursed lips trying not to smile, "I was about to say let's not fall for it, but then I just saw this egg pan I've been wanting to try."Â
You looked at his face and a chortle escaped your lips. Then a giggle, which Jack is most proud of, then a hip touch as you looped your arm with his, still chuckling, "I'd fall for it willingly every time if I don't have to change stores."Â
"Because they can make changes," Jack said languidly, "but the parking lot is still the best one here."Â
Your cheeks stretched as you beamed up at him, "I love it when you agree with me before I even say anything."
Jack placed his jacket around your shoulders right before the refrigerated section, stopping you gently to pull your arms through the sleeves. He tucked his hand under it, palm open and steady against your lower back, and grabbing the cart handle with his other hand.Â
"What about the snack stash?" you asked, tilting your head up to lightly kiss his cheek.
"We set Princess on it this week," Jack muttered thoughtfully, "might need to remedy that with some protein bars though."Â
You smiled at him then stepped forward to open the glass doors to the ice cream fridge. Jack tilted his head as he watched you bypass the tubs and go for the small portions.
"Why are we getting the mini tubs of ice cream?"
"Long answer?" you asked, still browsing the flavors.
"Always," He nodded, leaning on the cart.
"We don't finish the big ones, Love," you explained, picking up three small blue tubs, "when we put it back in the freezer it ices over and I hate that so much. Can't get the cones Because if they melt even a little on the way home they change shape and I hate that too."
Jack nodded slowly, smirk gracing his lips.
You looked back him as you placed the stack of minis in the cart, "Also! Freezer space!"
"Space for that stack of sesame bagels you wanted to freeze, huh?"Â
You beam brightly at him while tucking your hair behind your ears, "Precisely. You pay attention."
"You stole all of my attention when you scrunched your nose at me the first time," Jack tried tried to look gravely devastated, but his lips kept revealing a grin, "didn't even leave me any for the ED."
Your giggle left your lips sweetly and he pointed a finger at your nose, Like that.Â
"Baby, I could've gotten this done," Jack whispered with a kiss to your forehead, "you didn't have to come with me."Â
You were dragging your feet unconsciously, eyelids and shoulders heavy. The whole week had pulled so much from you and what scraps of energy you had left were barely enough to keep you standing. But these trips, no matter how repetitive and normal, have come to matter to you much more than you expected. Jack's presence in any domestic task is a special pleasure, and you weren't about miss out on a second of it. Walking into the grocery store with him, pausing to get your cart, the pounding at you temple was already soothed as you held his bicep.
"Jack Abbot, I already said I want to," you mumbled half-serious and poked your finger into his side, "who is it that keeps telling me to always do what I want?"
"No idea, baby," Jack flinched back a bit from your poke, huffing a laugh, "but he spoils you too much, it's backfiring."
You poked him again, your giggle bubbling out light and airy.Â
As you both walked into the bakery section, looking through the selection to mini croissants and discussing how hard it is to find fresh almond ones, a small mass bumped into the back of your legs. You gasped and grabbed the cart railing to keep your balance, turning to look behind you then immediately looking to Jack in confusion.
A small child, head barely reaching your hip, stood before you wearing a t-shirt that was slightly too big, and a wide-brimmed hat with pink flowers on the edges. She looked up at you with eyes threatening to flood, wide with panic, and a bottom lip tremor she couldn't seem to stop.Â
"Hey, hi," you gentled you tone and crouched down, "you ok, honey?"
Her wandering eyes snapped to you, tears spilling over her round cheeks, and her mouth opened to speak but she just hiccuped.Â
Jack tilted his head down gently with a smile, his tone low and soothing, "You need some help, kiddo?"
The little girl squeezed her eyes shut and nodded, then she stepped closer to fist your sleeve in her tiny hands. You looked up at Jack and he could see your lips trembling in sympathy, he gave you a small smile and stroked your hair lightly.
"Honey, can you tell me you name?" You cooed to her, placing your hand on top of hers on your arm.Â
"F- Fiona," She whimpered.
"That's a princess name, Jack," you widened you eyes playfully and told her your name, "and that's Jack, he's mine."Â
The kid blinked up him, teary but curious, and Jack felt his heart squeeze in his chest. Registering your words at the same time as the kid, he tilted his head at you with a smirk.Â
"I mean," you snorted when you saw Fiona's confused little brows, "he's my person."
You said it so clear, so easy, like it makes perfect sense to say that to a five year old. Like you've had that in your mind for a long time, and saying it aloud was only natural.Â
"What does tha' mean?" Her little voice sounded.
"It means he does whatever I ask," you leaned close in a fake-whisper, "and he loves it."
Little Fiona looked up at him wide-eyed. Jack nodded slowly, holding a serious face and barely-contained laugh.
"Fiona, honey," you asked tentatively , "did the big store make you lost?"
The kid nodded rapidly, her bottom lip pouting. "I can't find my dad."Â
"Can we help you find him, kid?" Jack spoke.
Your head tilted up to him, watching his calm voice and posture put the little girl at ease. He exuded such a steady safety even a strange child could feel it. Suddenly, the exhastion of the past week took a backstep, your gratitude for Jack's readiness to help and your own sympathy for Fiona took over.Â
Brown curls bounced as the kid nodded and reached to hold your hand. You put you other arm around her shoulders and rubbed her back gently. "Let's do that, honey."
You stood to your feet, Fiona clinging close to your hip. Jack's face softened at your focus to help, glad you insisted on coming. Sweeping his eyes around, he couldn't spot a person with that frantic-parent walk. He could tell your eyes told you the same.Â
"Hey," you spoke to Fiona, "do you wanna be carried or do you wanna ride the cart? He doesn't look it but Jack makes super fun cart turns."
The little girl blinked, a small smile creeping across her cheeks, and bounced on her heels, "Cart, please!"
"Perfect," Jack smiled wide, "I was hoping you'd say that."
He asked her if he could pick her up, little Fiona simply wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped. Only his instincts saved his back and he caught her, pulling her over the railing into the cart basket.Â
"Alright, hang on to the front, kiddo," Jack said, "like you're driving a ship."
Fiona's smile was small, but her eyes dried up, now comfortably scanning around as the cart move forward. When Jack warned about an upcoming turn, pretending to be a copilot over a radio, she giggled and held on tight.
It took about fifteen minutes and two salted chip bags for the overhead com to announce the search for one Fiona, five years old, flower hat, light-up sneakers.Â
"That," Jack announced when Fiona asked what that was, "means you dad is looking for you."
She gasped softly, small glimmer returning to her eyes when she remembered that she was lost, "I want my daddy."Â
"I know, honey," you soothed, placing your hand on her shoulder, "we're going to meet him now, ok?"
Jack pushed on with purpose towards the security desk by the entrance, hand on your back with the other on the cart handle. When Fiona spotted her dad by the desk, she started bouncing hard, so Jack stopped the cart and picked her out to put her on her feet.Â
"My god, Fi," the man, frazzled but immediatly relieved, caught his daughter mid-run and held her against him, "I'm sorry, baby."
"It's ok, daddy, I ride a cart-ship," she mumbled into his shirt.
You leaned into Jack's side, "I think I love her," you whispered.Â
Jack snorted pressed his jaw to your forehead, "I know, Sweet."
You watched your little friend and her father as they talked, then she pointed her arm towards you and Jack. The man placed Fiona on his hip, wanting to hold on to her instead of letting her walk next to him, and came to thank you perfusely for you help. You smiled at Fiona as she looked at you from where she laid her head on her father's shoulder, her hat going crooked.Â
"It's all good, man," Jack reassured him, meeting the man's handshake, "She's an awesome kid."
"She is," you winked at her.
After a hug and sneaking a lolipop into her little pockets, you stood back by Jack and a thought popped into your head just as they began to leave, Fiona hanging onto her father's neck.
"Sorry, can I ask you something?"
The man paused and nodded while Fiona waved her hand at Jack. He waved back then looked curiously at you.
"I think you're about the right generation, did you name her after princess Fiona?"
The man laughed while Jack snorted next to you.Â
"I'd love to say something cool about gaelic names," He chuckled sheepishly, "but yea, it's Shrek."
The movie name immediately triggered Fiona to yell out excitedly.
+
Jack Abbot once had a gray sweatshirt with a lot of history. It had the med-school logo on it in big red letters, but it lived with him through residency, two tours in the military, and losing a spouse. At some point, when he was back in Pittsburgh dealing with losing a limb overseas, the sleeve cuff got caught in-between two metal plates of an experimental prosthetic he was trying to get used to. It was too hard to let go of that piece of his past, especially after losing a piece of himself, so he kept it.Â
Ms Randal, an elderly patient he used to share the PT waiting room with, commented on the ever expanding rip by his wrist, "The more you wear it, the less wearable it will get, son."
Two more wears to PT later, the old lady basically forced him to give it up. She took it in her oversized canvas bag and gave it back to him another day, having patched the ripped sleeve with a thick line of red string. Abbot cherished that sweatshirt even more.Â
Robby had seen it on the man countless times. It was well-kept, softened and clean, The letters faded slightly at the edges. Sometimes it would be found in his work bag, other times laid on the arm of his couch. Still, to Robby, seeing that garment pinged Abbot in his mind very clearly, just as the prosthetic did.
That specific sweatshirt, he was certain it was the one, was on the torso of a petite woman standing at the fresh vegetables isle. Robby couldn't blink it away, there's no way it was not Jack's. Soft strands of her hair, half pinned up, rested on the back of it and the sleeves, red string patch immediately present, were bunch up around her wrists. The hem reached low, folding around her hips, and she was trying to pick between two cherry tomato packs.Â
Robby walked past behind her, carrying his own basket, and once he reached the end of the isle he heard cart wheels squeak behind him and the woman's voice-
"Nope," She said quietly but firmly, "all half-way dead. We're not doing cherry tomatoes tonight."
"Hmm," the new person with the cart responded, "are we talking late restocks or manipulation and conspiracy?"
Robby's brows knotted as he pretended to look at the onions in front of him. The lilting teasing tone of the man's voice sounded strangely like-
"Jack," she chuckled, "great callback, Love. umm, let's go with conspiracy for funsies."
Robby neck pulled tight against the urge to snap back and his eyes widened, still staring at vegetable tags. Jack as in Jack Abbot? as in the true owner of that sweatshirt she was swimming in?Â
Rotating his shoulders slowly, feigning a natural movement, Robby tried to sneak a glance over his shoulder. The man's form was obscured by hers standing before him, but with years of knowing his friend, Robby could find him by the soles of his shoes. Literally, since he could recognize the specific model that Jack can wear over the foot of his prosthetic.Â
Robby watched as Jack wrapped an arm around the woman's hips, sliding his hand under the sweatshirt at her lower back. She leaned back into him and muttered jokingly about the store's plans to "sell us spoiled vegetables and say its organic."Â
His eyes softening as his gaze swept over his friend, Robby hadn't seen Jack in such a comfortable state in years. He was in a long-sleeved sports shirt and black cargo pants, not unusual, but he was leaning back on the cart railing, resting whenever, no hurried movements.Â
The woman looked to be the same, gentle in placing items back on the shelf, soft-spoken, soft-eyed when directed at the man at her side. She was wearing the sweatshirt, Robby thought, they're clearly a set already.
Jack's low chuckle caught his ear, and he watched his graying curls bump against the woman's head, his shoulder shook with laughter. She grasped his arm round her middle and giggled breathily down into her collar, shy but joyful. Robby couldn't remember the last time he heard Jack's true laugh, belly deep and unburdened, and he felt so warmed seeing how Jack has gained something that made him laugh like that, gave him a reason to.Â
So he stepped pass the isle to the next one and pulled out his phone.
"- we could use sun-dried tomatoes instead?" Jack suggested, then felt his phone buzz in his pocket, "there's a recipe- hang on."Â
His brows furrowed when he saw a text from Robby. You slid under his arm to wait as he opened his messages.
Robby:Â
I would think you'd tell me if someone was worthy of the red-patch
I'm disappointed
Jack snorted, looking up from his phone to you. He didn't have to look around him to understand that Robby was somehow here. But the more he looked at you, comfortable against him with your pinky hooked around his, the more he realized he'd have noticed Robby if he had been with anyone else, or alone. He was settling into his time with you, his usual vigilance wasn't so harshly present, having a good chat, making you blush and giggle, was of higher value than noticing who looked familiar in a public place.Â
Jack:Â
I did tell you I was seeing someone
I'm disappointed you forgot
"Shit," Robby hissed under his breath. Of course he got side-tracked by his own bullshit and forgot. Jack hadn't brought it up again, so he thought there wasn't any more to know. Guilt swept up in his gut, realizing that he could have been a better friend and simply asked. Jack had been there for him more times than he could count, even times when he didn't want him to be. Sitting in his own self-loathing and self-destructing had him so preoccupied that he slacked on his efforts to be a good friend.Â
Robby:
"Seeing someone" is not red-patch certification
Taking a breath, Robby pushed himself against his age-old difficulties at admitting fault.
Sorry I should've asked
Happy for you though
Jack:
You'll meet her and you'll know
Thanks, Brother
"You're smirking at your phone," you tilted your head up at him, eyes glimmering, "you look like you won something."
Jack huffed at that, looping your arm around his bicep and going back to pushing the cart, "Oh, I did, Sweet. Big time."
an: please let know what you think! thank you for reading <3 also I'm fixing up a masterlist to organize this! yay!
See, THIS is exactly why I love domestic fluff! Especially when it's this breather chapter between things!!
Cuz it's like a nice level resetter but also a more slow paced way to understand the characters involved. I loved that little line about the reader's quirks coming up for air the more Jack cultivate this space for her đ that was SUCH a fire line, but also so so wholesome!!!
The addition of Robby at the end also! It was such a nice "outside looking in" moment, but also really digging with how his own unresolved angst was weaved into his inner monologue perceiving this two. Idk how else to explain it, but it felt so human, lived in even.
Man, I love grocery run domesticity all too much đĽşđŠˇ
Thank youuuuuu!!!
yessss yesss I'm so happy you like this because I swear I wrote it like I would want to read it, if that makes sense, and I had so much fun with this one hehe
Summery: The grocery run was one of Jack's favorite weekly stops. The consistency of it was a comforting certainty; that life will happen whether you like it or not.
Or Moments in the grocery store (featuring Robby POV bonus!)
an: sooooo I don't know how this is 3k but this is a personal preference/self-indulgent kinda thing so, I just let me write and this came out :) I just love inside jokes, and half conversations, and touchy grocery shopping. Any comment about food here is 100% me sorry :) pls enjoy the Robby bonus as a gift <3
"Jack, It was right here," you muttered, eyes scanning the entire isle of shelves.
He hummed beside you, leaning his forearm on the cart handle, "they must've moved things around."
The grocery run was one of Jack's favorite weekly stops. It's something that has to happen, will happen again next week, and with the wild things he faces every shift, that's a very comforting certainty; that life will happen whether we like it or not.
Going to get groceries with you, once you've settled into every corner of his apartment even before moving in together, was an absolute treat. Jack leaning his weight off his legs and on the cart, following you around the store, listening to stuff your mother told you about cilantro and why parsley is different even when the leaves look exactly the same to him, or how you want to reorganize the fridge, again, for efficiency and tailor it specifically for a "nightcrawler".Â
No matter the idea, Jack's chest always warms at how clearly you could see your future with him, how simply you tweaked the contents of his kitchen cabinets so he wouldn't have to move so much from a comfortable spot, how happy you were to do that while still living in your own apartment.Â
You've told him once about your difficulties settling into relationships, not knowing where you stand and what you were able to do without dire consequences. It wasn't fair to you, the uncertainty that you ex spilled into your life, it damaged your confidence in who you were. Jack had the privilege of watching as your quirks cautiously come up for air. He could still remember your face the first time you moaned aloud, eyes clenched shut as he pulled your pleasure forward. The first time you changed your mind in front of him without fear of a fight, of him holding what you said against you.
To see you dictate what expiry date is manageable and what would be a waste, or nudge his hip because you're changing direction, was an honest win in his books. While Jack hadn't addressed it directly, to not make you self-conscious, his gaze would catch all these small bursts of self and he would tuck them close, treasured right by his heart.Â
He also found it incredibly adorable that you've stopped covering up your frustrations. Constantly being told to not be "dramatic", you used to hold a blank face against any difficulty and try to look as if "it's not a big deal". Jack couldn't really tell you how proud he was that you were angry at the grocery store because they kept shifting things around. It was that small line between your brows that told him he should just join in.
"This is just plain.." you shook your head.
"Marketing?"Â
"Manipulation, Jack," you turned to him, sweeping your hand up at the the length of the isle, "Conspiracy and manipulation."
Jack nodded solemnly, "if they make us walk around more-"
"We see more and buy more! exactly!" you mock-hissed, pointing a finger at him then up at the ceiling.Â
He allowed himself an over-dramatic glare at the ceiling before his eyes caught something on the right shelf, "Shit."
"What?"
Jack snorted, pursed lips trying not to smile, "I was about to say let's not fall for it, but then I just saw this egg pan I've been wanting to try."Â
You looked at his face and a chortle escaped your lips. Then a giggle, which Jack is most proud of, then a hip touch as you looped your arm with his, still chuckling, "I'd fall for it willingly every time if I don't have to change stores."Â
"Because they can make changes," Jack said languidly, "but the parking lot is still the best one here."Â
Your cheeks stretched as you beamed up at him, "I love it when you agree with me before I even say anything."
Jack placed his jacket around your shoulders right before the refrigerated section, stopping you gently to pull your arms through the sleeves. He tucked his hand under it, palm open and steady against your lower back, and grabbing the cart handle with his other hand.Â
"What about the snack stash?" you asked, tilting your head up to lightly kiss his cheek.
"We set Princess on it this week," Jack muttered thoughtfully, "might need to remedy that with some protein bars though."Â
You smiled at him then stepped forward to open the glass doors to the ice cream fridge. Jack tilted his head as he watched you bypass the tubs and go for the small portions.
"Why are we getting the mini tubs of ice cream?"
"Long answer?" you asked, still browsing the flavors.
"Always," He nodded, leaning on the cart.
"We don't finish the big ones, Love," you explained, picking up three small blue tubs, "when we put it back in the freezer it ices over and I hate that so much. Can't get the cones Because if they melt even a little on the way home they change shape and I hate that too."
Jack nodded slowly, smirk gracing his lips.
You looked back him as you placed the stack of minis in the cart, "Also! Freezer space!"
"Space for that stack of sesame bagels you wanted to freeze, huh?"Â
You beam brightly at him while tucking your hair behind your ears, "Precisely. You pay attention."
"You stole all of my attention when you scrunched your nose at me the first time," Jack tried tried to look gravely devastated, but his lips kept revealing a grin, "didn't even leave me any for the ED."
Your giggle left your lips sweetly and he pointed a finger at your nose, Like that.Â
"Baby, I could've gotten this done," Jack whispered with a kiss to your forehead, "you didn't have to come with me."Â
You were dragging your feet unconsciously, eyelids and shoulders heavy. The whole week had pulled so much from you and what scraps of energy you had left were barely enough to keep you standing. But these trips, no matter how repetitive and normal, have come to matter to you much more than you expected. Jack's presence in any domestic task is a special pleasure, and you weren't about miss out on a second of it. Walking into the grocery store with him, pausing to get your cart, the pounding at you temple was already soothed as you held his bicep.
"Jack Abbot, I already said I want to," you mumbled half-serious and poked your finger into his side, "who is it that keeps telling me to always do what I want?"
"No idea, baby," Jack flinched back a bit from your poke, huffing a laugh, "but he spoils you too much, it's backfiring."
You poked him again, your giggle bubbling out light and airy.Â
As you both walked into the bakery section, looking through the selection to mini croissants and discussing how hard it is to find fresh almond ones, a small mass bumped into the back of your legs. You gasped and grabbed the cart railing to keep your balance, turning to look behind you then immediately looking to Jack in confusion.
A small child, head barely reaching your hip, stood before you wearing a t-shirt that was slightly too big, and a wide-brimmed hat with pink flowers on the edges. She looked up at you with eyes threatening to flood, wide with panic, and a bottom lip tremor she couldn't seem to stop.Â
"Hey, hi," you gentled you tone and crouched down, "you ok, honey?"
Her wandering eyes snapped to you, tears spilling over her round cheeks, and her mouth opened to speak but she just hiccuped.Â
Jack tilted his head down gently with a smile, his tone low and soothing, "You need some help, kiddo?"
The little girl squeezed her eyes shut and nodded, then she stepped closer to fist your sleeve in her tiny hands. You looked up at Jack and he could see your lips trembling in sympathy, he gave you a small smile and stroked your hair lightly.
"Honey, can you tell me you name?" You cooed to her, placing your hand on top of hers on your arm.Â
"F- Fiona," She whimpered.
"That's a princess name, Jack," you widened you eyes playfully and told her your name, "and that's Jack, he's mine."Â
The kid blinked up him, teary but curious, and Jack felt his heart squeeze in his chest. Registering your words at the same time as the kid, he tilted his head at you with a smirk.Â
"I mean," you snorted when you saw Fiona's confused little brows, "he's my person."
You said it so clear, so easy, like it makes perfect sense to say that to a five year old. Like you've had that in your mind for a long time, and saying it aloud was only natural.Â
"What does tha' mean?" Her little voice sounded.
"It means he does whatever I ask," you leaned close in a fake-whisper, "and he loves it."
Little Fiona looked up at him wide-eyed. Jack nodded slowly, holding a serious face and barely-contained laugh.
"Fiona, honey," you asked tentatively , "did the big store make you lost?"
The kid nodded rapidly, her bottom lip pouting. "I can't find my dad."Â
"Can we help you find him, kid?" Jack spoke.
Your head tilted up to him, watching his calm voice and posture put the little girl at ease. He exuded such a steady safety even a strange child could feel it. Suddenly, the exhastion of the past week took a backstep, your gratitude for Jack's readiness to help and your own sympathy for Fiona took over.Â
Brown curls bounced as the kid nodded and reached to hold your hand. You put you other arm around her shoulders and rubbed her back gently. "Let's do that, honey."
You stood to your feet, Fiona clinging close to your hip. Jack's face softened at your focus to help, glad you insisted on coming. Sweeping his eyes around, he couldn't spot a person with that frantic-parent walk. He could tell your eyes told you the same.Â
"Hey," you spoke to Fiona, "do you wanna be carried or do you wanna ride the cart? He doesn't look it but Jack makes super fun cart turns."
The little girl blinked, a small smile creeping across her cheeks, and bounced on her heels, "Cart, please!"
"Perfect," Jack smiled wide, "I was hoping you'd say that."
He asked her if he could pick her up, little Fiona simply wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped. Only his instincts saved his back and he caught her, pulling her over the railing into the cart basket.Â
"Alright, hang on to the front, kiddo," Jack said, "like you're driving a ship."
Fiona's smile was small, but her eyes dried up, now comfortably scanning around as the cart move forward. When Jack warned about an upcoming turn, pretending to be a copilot over a radio, she giggled and held on tight.
It took about fifteen minutes and two salted chip bags for the overhead com to announce the search for one Fiona, five years old, flower hat, light-up sneakers.Â
"That," Jack announced when Fiona asked what that was, "means you dad is looking for you."
She gasped softly, small glimmer returning to her eyes when she remembered that she was lost, "I want my daddy."Â
"I know, honey," you soothed, placing your hand on her shoulder, "we're going to meet him now, ok?"
Jack pushed on with purpose towards the security desk by the entrance, hand on your back with the other on the cart handle. When Fiona spotted her dad by the desk, she started bouncing hard, so Jack stopped the cart and picked her out to put her on her feet.Â
"My god, Fi," the man, frazzled but immediatly relieved, caught his daughter mid-run and held her against him, "I'm sorry, baby."
"It's ok, daddy, I ride a cart-ship," she mumbled into his shirt.
You leaned into Jack's side, "I think I love her," you whispered.Â
Jack snorted pressed his jaw to your forehead, "I know, Sweet."
You watched your little friend and her father as they talked, then she pointed her arm towards you and Jack. The man placed Fiona on his hip, wanting to hold on to her instead of letting her walk next to him, and came to thank you perfusely for you help. You smiled at Fiona as she looked at you from where she laid her head on her father's shoulder, her hat going crooked.Â
"It's all good, man," Jack reassured him, meeting the man's handshake, "She's an awesome kid."
"She is," you winked at her.
After a hug and sneaking a lolipop into her little pockets, you stood back by Jack and a thought popped into your head just as they began to leave, Fiona hanging onto her father's neck.
"Sorry, can I ask you something?"
The man paused and nodded while Fiona waved her hand at Jack. He waved back then looked curiously at you.
"I think you're about the right generation, did you name her after princess Fiona?"
The man laughed while Jack snorted next to you.Â
"I'd love to say something cool about gaelic names," He chuckled sheepishly, "but yea, it's Shrek."
The movie name immediately triggered Fiona to yell out excitedly.
+
Jack Abbot once had a gray sweatshirt with a lot of history. It had the med-school logo on it in big red letters, but it lived with him through residency, two tours in the military, and losing a spouse. At some point, when he was back in Pittsburgh dealing with losing a limb overseas, the sleeve cuff got caught in-between two metal plates of an experimental prosthetic he was trying to get used to. It was too hard to let go of that piece of his past, especially after losing a piece of himself, so he kept it.Â
Ms Randal, an elderly patient he used to share the PT waiting room with, commented on the ever expanding rip by his wrist, "The more you wear it, the less wearable it will get, son."
Two more wears to PT later, the old lady basically forced him to give it up. She took it in her oversized canvas bag and gave it back to him another day, having patched the ripped sleeve with a thick line of red string. Abbot cherished that sweatshirt even more.Â
Robby had seen it on the man countless times. It was well-kept, softened and clean, The letters faded slightly at the edges. Sometimes it would be found in his work bag, other times laid on the arm of his couch. Still, to Robby, seeing that garment pinged Abbot in his mind very clearly, just as the prosthetic did.
That specific sweatshirt, he was certain it was the one, was on the torso of a petite woman standing at the fresh vegetables isle. Robby couldn't blink it away, there's no way it was not Jack's. Soft strands of her hair, half pinned up, rested on the back of it and the sleeves, red string patch immediately present, were bunch up around her wrists. The hem reached low, folding around her hips, and she was trying to pick between two cherry tomato packs.Â
Robby walked past behind her, carrying his own basket, and once he reached the end of the isle he heard cart wheels squeak behind him and the woman's voice-
"Nope," She said quietly but firmly, "all half-way dead. We're not doing cherry tomatoes tonight."
"Hmm," the new person with the cart responded, "are we talking late restocks or manipulation and conspiracy?"
Robby's brows knotted as he pretended to look at the onions in front of him. The lilting teasing tone of the man's voice sounded strangely like-
"Jack," she chuckled, "great callback, Love. umm, let's go with conspiracy for funsies."
Robby neck pulled tight against the urge to snap back and his eyes widened, still staring at vegetable tags. Jack as in Jack Abbot? as in the true owner of that sweatshirt she was swimming in?Â
Rotating his shoulders slowly, feigning a natural movement, Robby tried to sneak a glance over his shoulder. The man's form was obscured by hers standing before him, but with years of knowing his friend, Robby could find him by the soles of his shoes. Literally, since he could recognize the specific model that Jack can wear over the foot of his prosthetic.Â
Robby watched as Jack wrapped an arm around the woman's hips, sliding his hand under the sweatshirt at her lower back. She leaned back into him and muttered jokingly about the store's plans to "sell us spoiled vegetables and say its organic."Â
His eyes softening as his gaze swept over his friend, Robby hadn't seen Jack in such a comfortable state in years. He was in a long-sleeved sports shirt and black cargo pants, not unusual, but he was leaning back on the cart railing, resting whenever, no hurried movements.Â
The woman looked to be the same, gentle in placing items back on the shelf, soft-spoken, soft-eyed when directed at the man at her side. She was wearing the sweatshirt, Robby thought, they're clearly a set already.
Jack's low chuckle caught his ear, and he watched his graying curls bump against the woman's head, his shoulder shook with laughter. She grasped his arm round her middle and giggled breathily down into her collar, shy but joyful. Robby couldn't remember the last time he heard Jack's true laugh, belly deep and unburdened, and he felt so warmed seeing how Jack has gained something that made him laugh like that, gave him a reason to.Â
So he stepped pass the isle to the next one and pulled out his phone.
"- we could use sun-dried tomatoes instead?" Jack suggested, then felt his phone buzz in his pocket, "there's a recipe- hang on."Â
His brows furrowed when he saw a text from Robby. You slid under his arm to wait as he opened his messages.
Robby:Â
I would think you'd tell me if someone was worthy of the red-patch
I'm disappointed
Jack snorted, looking up from his phone to you. He didn't have to look around him to understand that Robby was somehow here. But the more he looked at you, comfortable against him with your pinky hooked around his, the more he realized he'd have noticed Robby if he had been with anyone else, or alone. He was settling into his time with you, his usual vigilance wasn't so harshly present, having a good chat, making you blush and giggle, was of higher value than noticing who looked familiar in a public place.Â
Jack:Â
I did tell you I was seeing someone
I'm disappointed you forgot
"Shit," Robby hissed under his breath. Of course he got side-tracked by his own bullshit and forgot. Jack hadn't brought it up again, so he thought there wasn't any more to know. Guilt swept up in his gut, realizing that he could have been a better friend and simply asked. Jack had been there for him more times than he could count, even times when he didn't want him to be. Sitting in his own self-loathing and self-destructing had him so preoccupied that he slacked on his efforts to be a good friend.Â
Robby:
"Seeing someone" is not red-patch certification
Taking a breath, Robby pushed himself against his age-old difficulties at admitting fault.
Sorry I should've asked
Happy for you though
Jack:
You'll meet her and you'll know
Thanks, Brother
"You're smirking at your phone," you tilted your head up at him, eyes glimmering, "you look like you won something."
Jack huffed at that, looping your arm around his bicep and going back to pushing the cart, "Oh, I did, Sweet. Big time."
an: please let know what you think! thank you for reading <3 also I'm fixing up a masterlist to organize this! yay!
I just finished reading "casual secret" and it was a masterpiece!! you really should write more for brendon park!! I really enjoyed your characterization of him!
Oh my thank you so much I really appreciate that!! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Casual Secret went wild Iâm still shocked hehe
I will write for Brendon, I love him, just waiting on the feeling if you know what I mean.
Summery: Your whimpers and Ahs have invaded his ears, and he felt like he could stay here, between your legs, for days. Jack hadn't really kept count but it must have been the fourth time he pulled back right before you could cum. You had lost your speech around the second time, babbling and huffing. Edging is the one thing that can get you extremely frustrated, incredibly fast.Â
an: I've never written smut before. this was strange to write but also fun! I discovered about myself that I read a lot of absolute filth but when I write it has to be loving, like really soft, for some reason. idk. I really hope you enjoy it!
It had been building for over two weeks, this internal whirlwind of a fire. You've been lightly teasing each other repeatedly and it was starting an itch. Sex was part of the routine, sure, but this itch was for something else entirely.Â
Jack could tell, almost smell, your craving for him. It appeared in slow blinks when you your gaze flickered over his freckles, and in the dazed parting of your lips when he tucks your head under his jaw, surrounding you entirely.Â
There's a different kind of pleasure, soul deep comfort, that comes from having established and discussed everything,left no room for doubt. It opened up doors in Jack's imagination, had him fantasizing far more than an old man like him was supposed to.Â
Knowing you, knowing how to please you, how to drag you through your battling thoughts and pull you past them onto a floating cloud. Holding on to you as you drift, then slowly, lovingly, pull you down. It had become one of the most rewarding, exciting, beautiful roles Jack had ever had.Â
This was a scene not out of emergent necessity or anxiety, but for the love of the play. You sobbing breathlessly for the past ten minutes still counted.Â
"God, you sound unbelievably âŚÂ hypnotic," the drawl of Jack's voice dragged low, breath panting.Â
Your whimpers and Ahs have invaded his ears, and he felt like he could stay here, between your legs, for days. Jack hadn't really kept count but it must have been the fourth time he pulled back right before you could cum. You had lost your speech around the second time, babbling and huffing. Edging is the one thing that can get you extremely frustrated, incredibly fast.Â
"Hnnn-" whipping your head side to side was all you could do.
Soft fabric wrapped your wrists up above your head, your arms warm and sweaty against your cheeks. Your skin was turning pink up your neck and down your chest, and your gasping turned to moans in every other breath.Â
"Tired, Baby?" Jack mumbled with his lips deliberately brushing your wet folds, "Too sensitive?"
Another brush right at your clit and your belly quivered. Jack smiled wide from beneath you, holding your ankles down. "I wonder if you came now, how long you'll keep cumming.."
You groaned hard, almost angry, at his musings, while your hips squirmed against the sheets. "Fuck-"
Jack chuckled lowly, his breath setting your skin ablaze. "Aw, sweet thing, you want to cum so badly, don't you?"
"Yes! God- Please!" you shouted, your voice breaking as tears trailed over your temples.
"Let's have another go, hm? maybe I won't change my mind when we get there, yeah?" Jack barely finished his words before diving back in.
He swiped his tongue, flat and tense, over the entirety of your pussy and you whined long, breath stuttering when his tongue stayed at your clit longer. Wet sounds surrounded the bed as he played you like an instrument, thumb pressure on your clit, tongue on your entrance. Your wetness glistened over the lower half of his face and his hot puffs of air make your thighs shudder.Â
"I'll never," Jack paused for another tongue-flick, "ever have enough of this. Fucking delicious, baby."
"Plea- Jack, I'm- I'm close," you begged breathlessly.
"Hmm," he hummed against you in a teasing tone, "am I ready for you to cumâŚhmmm."
"I'll be good." You exhale, voice hiccuping, "I'll be so good, Jack, Pleas-"
"Oh, you are good," he cooed your name, stroking your thighs, "you've been so good for me. I was just teasing, Sweet. Here, let me make it worth the wait, hm?"
Your jaw dropped soundlessly at the sensation of three rough fingers plunging into you, stretching and tingling all the way up your spine. Tongue becoming forceful, intentional, in it's circling, it had your nerves buzzing. You could barely locate a coherent thought, let alone find a voice to say it.Â
The heat built further as Jack's maneuvers sped up, his grip tight on your hipbones keeping you from bucking. Spots of hot light sparked and accumulated at your core, pulsing higher and higher. Your clit throbbed between Jack's lips and everything muffled like cotton in your ears.
"Go on, Baby, show me," Jack purred, picking his head up to slam his fingers harder, faster.
"Ah-Jack! hnn-" you screamed as static enveloped you, vision blurred and spotty. The hight of the crushing wave stayed up, catching your breath and bringing a tremor to your entire form.
"Ohh," Jack smiled, glinting eyes attentively watching you quake through it, "Thaaat's the one."
You whined, low and long, and your knees fell open as the twitching muscles slowly melted. The float overwhelmed you then, tinted your thoughts and covered all sound in hone-
"Honey-sweet," a wet smack sounded as he dipped his fingers into his mouth, tasting you hungrily, "just for me, huh?"
You floated higher, and it was like the pressure was bringing tears to your eyes. You didn't realize you were softly sobbing until you ran out of breath to inhale.
"I got you, baby," Jack crawled up over you, running his hands over your aching arms, "you're ok, you're ok. I'm here."
His rough hands added slight pressure over your forearms and it made you sigh, shoulders relaxing a bit in your effort to breath. Jack caught it and rested his torso at half it's weight against yours, carrying the rest of his weight on his bent arm. His breath was warm when he leaned close, the kiss on your neck was soft and wet, "I'm holding you down, baby, don't be scared."Â
You vaguely registered him releasing your wrists from their restraints, holding your arms where they were for a minute so as to not make a sudden movement. Your body softened against the mattress, under his pleasant weight, and Jacks hands gently massaged your arms and wrists. Blinking blearily, vision still fuzzy around the edges, you turned your face towards him.Â
"There's my best girl," he whispered, brushing his thumbs across the tears on your cheeks, "You were incredible, sweet, you did so good. Can I clean you up, or do you want to wait?"
A glossy film still covered your eyes, sparkly wet and slow-blinking, and he could see you trying to answer. Then your leg lightly bumped his hip, "I- I want you inside me," you whimpered.Â
"Where are we on color, baby?" he mumbled into your skin as he peppered kissed along you collar.
"Green," you breathed, wrapping your arms weekly around his shoulders, "So green, Jack."Â
A wicked smirk stretched his cheek and he reached a hand down your belly, "Absolutely drenched, huh? that's what empties out your head, Sweet?"
Leaning in to kiss you, Jack's tongue instantly invading your mouth and twirling behind your teeth. You kissed back lazily, tangling your fingers in his curls and moaning into his mouth.Â
"Fuck-" he groaned low when you trapped his bottom lip between yours.
You let out a dazed smile, you do love pressing one of his buttons, and you dug your nails into his nape and shoulders. Jack went for your neck, reigniting the fading colors and gifting you a new set. Red-purple half-circles bloomed under his teeth, the suckling sending waves of goosebumps over you.
You opened your mouth to keep begging, wanting the man inside you so badly, but his mouth took over yours again. Just as your nails gifted his shoulders a set of marks of his own, Jack centered himself right at your slit. Wet slap of his tip on your weeping folds.Â
"'S this what you want?" he growled, muffled into your bottom lip, "what you beg me for?"
"Plea- Yes! yes, Jack-" you whined, high and almost petulant, "Fuck me."
The head of his cock spread your entrance, and the slow slow movement almost had you sobbing again, "Fuck's sa-"
"Aw, baby," He crooned as he pushed further in, "gotchu really frustrated, have I?"
Jack groaned, nose against your cheek, as he flexed his hips and pushed faster, "Goddamn heaven in there, can't get enough."
Then his hips fit into place flush against you with a final thrust, length plunging fully inside you. Jaw dropping lax, your eyes rolled up for a moment. He fit perfectly, exactly where he was supposed to be, exactly where you were, too.Â
His next groan came out broken, composure fully surrendered, puffs of breath scalding hot on your neck and ear. "You- ah- you ok?"
You intended to say yes, yes please fucking move already, yes I need you to fuck me through the mattress now. But all you could focus on was the blissful cloud you were on because of the stretch of his cock inside you.Â
"I love you," you breathed.
His bicep beside you trembled along with his hips, and he growled low in your ear, "I love you." Jack took a slow breath, his hands moving to slowly stroke your hair, gentle thumb against your brow. His molten eyes caught hold of yours and stayed on them as he started to move his hips back, and the sensation made his eyelids flutter.Â
One sharp thrust back in, your internal nerves lighting up anew, and you both moaned in unison as your exhales merged in the small space between your faces.Â
"I love you," He whispered in the next thrust, firm like he was unsatisfied with saying it once, "I love you."Â
Your throat tightened at the break in his voice, like it's pushing to tell you even while the vocal cords are so overwhelmed. Jack placed his open lips on your neck, forehead hot on your cheek, and started a steady pump. "Jack-" you whimpered, tightening your fist in his hair.Â
The throbbing surged right back, covering your clit in prickles that stirred with every thrust. You lost track of time in the blissfully repetitive slide of his cock, playing a rhythm your body seems to know better than you.Â
"Nice and slow, Sweet," Jack grawled, hoarse with how harsh his breathing was, "you feel so fucking good- mmh-"
The rolling of his hips stayed in continuos loop, gentle and wonderfully igniting, and your breath hitched with every pass over that one spot deep inside you. Whimpers passed your lips as Jack fucked into you, holding you so close the tears prickled again over you lashes.
Jack moved his head up from your neck, running his lips from your jaw to the salty tracks on your cheeks, his breath fervant and his forearm sweaty under you. When his eyes locked onto yours, steady thrusts still rocking you both, he smiled. That gentle open one, the one he doesn't suppress with a pursing of his lips, and his eyes glimmered before you.Â
"You wanna cum, baby?" he whispered, "got one more in ya?"
"Hmm-.. close," you rubbed your forehead on his, your heart pounding in your throat.
"Cum with me," Jack grunted, nuzzing his nose over your cheek, "show me how tight you can get."
You moaned, low and broken, and weekly hooked your legs above his hips. The bliss surged from low in your stomach up to your chest, bringing back that buzz in your ears. God, it was like you hadn't stopped cumming since the last orgasm.Â
"Ah, Ah- Jack,"Â You didnt know what you were saying at that point, only the cadence of Jack's voice and the scalding heat of him on top of you kept you from completely dissolving into the mattress.Â
"I've got all of you, Sweet, let go."
The buzz sang in you ears, static that covered everything around you, and the tide, already high, crashed over you both. Jack's moan broke, breath stuttering and hips trembling. His cock throbbed inside you and pulsed in waved against your sensitive walls.
"Fuck-"Â
In moments, Jack caught his breath just enough to drag you into a long kiss. Humming into his lips, you tightened your arms and legs around him, keeping him inside you while the throbbing subsided.Â
"You did so good, baby," Jack exhaled against your lips, "So good for me."
Your tightening limbs relaxed gradually during the next long kiss, fingers caressing his hair instead of gripping, legs unlocking to relax on the sheets. You breathed deep and slow, humming with your eyes closed. You felt him starting to rub the muscles of your thighs and hips as he went down your body, his usual check-up. It never failed to make you feel like you were something precious, sacred.
Jack placed a kiss at your right ankle, then reached down to the floor by the bed for the towel and water bottle he had placed there. After gently, reverently, wiping away the sweat and release from between your legs, he climbed back over you. His thumb sweeping a soothing line down your forehead urged you to open your eyes.Â
"Drink," he whispered.
Your limbs felt lathargic as you grasped the bottle and took a sip. Handing it back to him, you stretched laguidly atop the sheets, and spread an open hand towards him. There was a specific chill at the surface of your feverish skin that required him to hold you, and he could always tell by the small pout pulling at your lower lip.Â
"Come 'here," adjusting himself to your side, Jacks tucked your head atop his shoulder.Â
You breathed in his scent, distictly sweat and sex right then, and placed a soft kiss to his collarbone, "I love you."
"I love you too, Sweet," his grin boyish and eyes soft, "tell me again tomorrow."
an: thank you so much for reading! please let me know what you think! I will be setting up a masterlist for this series bc I wanna keep going it's so much fun, and I don't want you to be lost in navigation. ily!
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.
Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.
So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.
Bears. Theyâre everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.
As the OP of this post, Iâm going to threaten that if this gets to one million notes by the 10 year anniversary on 1 June 2026, one year from today, I will get a lower back tattoo of the loch ness bear monster.
Summery: Your whimpers and Ahs have invaded his ears, and he felt like he could stay here, between your legs, for days. Jack hadn't really kept count but it must have been the fourth time he pulled back right before you could cum. You had lost your speech around the second time, babbling and huffing. Edging is the one thing that can get you extremely frustrated, incredibly fast.Â
an: I've never written smut before. this was strange to write but also fun! I discovered about myself that I read a lot of absolute filth but when I write it has to be loving, like really soft, for some reason. idk. I really hope you enjoy it!
It had been building for over two weeks, this internal whirlwind of a fire. You've been lightly teasing each other repeatedly and it was starting an itch. Sex was part of the routine, sure, but this itch was for something else entirely.Â
Jack could tell, almost smell, your craving for him. It appeared in slow blinks when you your gaze flickered over his freckles, and in the dazed parting of your lips when he tucks your head under his jaw, surrounding you entirely.Â
There's a different kind of pleasure, soul deep comfort, that comes from having established and discussed everything,left no room for doubt. It opened up doors in Jack's imagination, had him fantasizing far more than an old man like him was supposed to.Â
Knowing you, knowing how to please you, how to drag you through your battling thoughts and pull you past them onto a floating cloud. Holding on to you as you drift, then slowly, lovingly, pull you down. It had become one of the most rewarding, exciting, beautiful roles Jack had ever had.Â
This was a scene not out of emergent necessity or anxiety, but for the love of the play. You sobbing breathlessly for the past ten minutes still counted.Â
"God, you sound unbelievably âŚÂ hypnotic," the drawl of Jack's voice dragged low, breath panting.Â
Your whimpers and Ahs have invaded his ears, and he felt like he could stay here, between your legs, for days. Jack hadn't really kept count but it must have been the fourth time he pulled back right before you could cum. You had lost your speech around the second time, babbling and huffing. Edging is the one thing that can get you extremely frustrated, incredibly fast.Â
"Hnnn-" whipping your head side to side was all you could do.
Soft fabric wrapped your wrists up above your head, your arms warm and sweaty against your cheeks. Your skin was turning pink up your neck and down your chest, and your gasping turned to moans in every other breath.Â
"Tired, Baby?" Jack mumbled with his lips deliberately brushing your wet folds, "Too sensitive?"
Another brush right at your clit and your belly quivered. Jack smiled wide from beneath you, holding your ankles down. "I wonder if you came now, how long you'll keep cumming.."
You groaned hard, almost angry, at his musings, while your hips squirmed against the sheets. "Fuck-"
Jack chuckled lowly, his breath setting your skin ablaze. "Aw, sweet thing, you want to cum so badly, don't you?"
"Yes! God- Please!" you shouted, your voice breaking as tears trailed over your temples.
"Let's have another go, hm? maybe I won't change my mind when we get there, yeah?" Jack barely finished his words before diving back in.
He swiped his tongue, flat and tense, over the entirety of your pussy and you whined long, breath stuttering when his tongue stayed at your clit longer. Wet sounds surrounded the bed as he played you like an instrument, thumb pressure on your clit, tongue on your entrance. Your wetness glistened over the lower half of his face and his hot puffs of air make your thighs shudder.Â
"I'll never," Jack paused for another tongue-flick, "ever have enough of this. Fucking delicious, baby."
"Plea- Jack, I'm- I'm close," you begged breathlessly.
"Hmm," he hummed against you in a teasing tone, "am I ready for you to cumâŚhmmm."
"I'll be good." You exhale, voice hiccuping, "I'll be so good, Jack, Pleas-"
"Oh, you are good," he cooed your name, stroking your thighs, "you've been so good for me. I was just teasing, Sweet. Here, let me make it worth the wait, hm?"
Your jaw dropped soundlessly at the sensation of three rough fingers plunging into you, stretching and tingling all the way up your spine. Tongue becoming forceful, intentional, in it's circling, it had your nerves buzzing. You could barely locate a coherent thought, let alone find a voice to say it.Â
The heat built further as Jack's maneuvers sped up, his grip tight on your hipbones keeping you from bucking. Spots of hot light sparked and accumulated at your core, pulsing higher and higher. Your clit throbbed between Jack's lips and everything muffled like cotton in your ears.
"Go on, Baby, show me," Jack purred, picking his head up to slam his fingers harder, faster.
"Ah-Jack! hnn-" you screamed as static enveloped you, vision blurred and spotty. The hight of the crushing wave stayed up, catching your breath and bringing a tremor to your entire form.
"Ohh," Jack smiled, glinting eyes attentively watching you quake through it, "Thaaat's the one."
You whined, low and long, and your knees fell open as the twitching muscles slowly melted. The float overwhelmed you then, tinted your thoughts and covered all sound in hone-
"Honey-sweet," a wet smack sounded as he dipped his fingers into his mouth, tasting you hungrily, "just for me, huh?"
You floated higher, and it was like the pressure was bringing tears to your eyes. You didn't realize you were softly sobbing until you ran out of breath to inhale.
"I got you, baby," Jack crawled up over you, running his hands over your aching arms, "you're ok, you're ok. I'm here."
His rough hands added slight pressure over your forearms and it made you sigh, shoulders relaxing a bit in your effort to breath. Jack caught it and rested his torso at half it's weight against yours, carrying the rest of his weight on his bent arm. His breath was warm when he leaned close, the kiss on your neck was soft and wet, "I'm holding you down, baby, don't be scared."Â
You vaguely registered him releasing your wrists from their restraints, holding your arms where they were for a minute so as to not make a sudden movement. Your body softened against the mattress, under his pleasant weight, and Jacks hands gently massaged your arms and wrists. Blinking blearily, vision still fuzzy around the edges, you turned your face towards him.Â
"There's my best girl," he whispered, brushing his thumbs across the tears on your cheeks, "You were incredible, sweet, you did so good. Can I clean you up, or do you want to wait?"
A glossy film still covered your eyes, sparkly wet and slow-blinking, and he could see you trying to answer. Then your leg lightly bumped his hip, "I- I want you inside me," you whimpered.Â
"Where are we on color, baby?" he mumbled into your skin as he peppered kissed along you collar.
"Green," you breathed, wrapping your arms weekly around his shoulders, "So green, Jack."Â
A wicked smirk stretched his cheek and he reached a hand down your belly, "Absolutely drenched, huh? that's what empties out your head, Sweet?"
Leaning in to kiss you, Jack's tongue instantly invading your mouth and twirling behind your teeth. You kissed back lazily, tangling your fingers in his curls and moaning into his mouth.Â
"Fuck-" he groaned low when you trapped his bottom lip between yours.
You let out a dazed smile, you do love pressing one of his buttons, and you dug your nails into his nape and shoulders. Jack went for your neck, reigniting the fading colors and gifting you a new set. Red-purple half-circles bloomed under his teeth, the suckling sending waves of goosebumps over you.
You opened your mouth to keep begging, wanting the man inside you so badly, but his mouth took over yours again. Just as your nails gifted his shoulders a set of marks of his own, Jack centered himself right at your slit. Wet slap of his tip on your weeping folds.Â
"'S this what you want?" he growled, muffled into your bottom lip, "what you beg me for?"
"Plea- Yes! yes, Jack-" you whined, high and almost petulant, "Fuck me."
The head of his cock spread your entrance, and the slow slow movement almost had you sobbing again, "Fuck's sa-"
"Aw, baby," He crooned as he pushed further in, "gotchu really frustrated, have I?"
Jack groaned, nose against your cheek, as he flexed his hips and pushed faster, "Goddamn heaven in there, can't get enough."
Then his hips fit into place flush against you with a final thrust, length plunging fully inside you. Jaw dropping lax, your eyes rolled up for a moment. He fit perfectly, exactly where he was supposed to be, exactly where you were, too.Â
His next groan came out broken, composure fully surrendered, puffs of breath scalding hot on your neck and ear. "You- ah- you ok?"
You intended to say yes, yes please fucking move already, yes I need you to fuck me through the mattress now. But all you could focus on was the blissful cloud you were on because of the stretch of his cock inside you.Â
"I love you," you breathed.
His bicep beside you trembled along with his hips, and he growled low in your ear, "I love you." Jack took a slow breath, his hands moving to slowly stroke your hair, gentle thumb against your brow. His molten eyes caught hold of yours and stayed on them as he started to move his hips back, and the sensation made his eyelids flutter.Â
One sharp thrust back in, your internal nerves lighting up anew, and you both moaned in unison as your exhales merged in the small space between your faces.Â
"I love you," He whispered in the next thrust, firm like he was unsatisfied with saying it once, "I love you."Â
Your throat tightened at the break in his voice, like it's pushing to tell you even while the vocal cords are so overwhelmed. Jack placed his open lips on your neck, forehead hot on your cheek, and started a steady pump. "Jack-" you whimpered, tightening your fist in his hair.Â
The throbbing surged right back, covering your clit in prickles that stirred with every thrust. You lost track of time in the blissfully repetitive slide of his cock, playing a rhythm your body seems to know better than you.Â
"Nice and slow, Sweet," Jack grawled, hoarse with how harsh his breathing was, "you feel so fucking good- mmh-"
The rolling of his hips stayed in continuos loop, gentle and wonderfully igniting, and your breath hitched with every pass over that one spot deep inside you. Whimpers passed your lips as Jack fucked into you, holding you so close the tears prickled again over you lashes.
Jack moved his head up from your neck, running his lips from your jaw to the salty tracks on your cheeks, his breath fervant and his forearm sweaty under you. When his eyes locked onto yours, steady thrusts still rocking you both, he smiled. That gentle open one, the one he doesn't suppress with a pursing of his lips, and his eyes glimmered before you.Â
"You wanna cum, baby?" he whispered, "got one more in ya?"
"Hmm-.. close," you rubbed your forehead on his, your heart pounding in your throat.
"Cum with me," Jack grunted, nuzzing his nose over your cheek, "show me how tight you can get."
You moaned, low and broken, and weekly hooked your legs above his hips. The bliss surged from low in your stomach up to your chest, bringing back that buzz in your ears. God, it was like you hadn't stopped cumming since the last orgasm.Â
"Ah, Ah- Jack,"Â You didnt know what you were saying at that point, only the cadence of Jack's voice and the scalding heat of him on top of you kept you from completely dissolving into the mattress.Â
"I've got all of you, Sweet, let go."
The buzz sang in you ears, static that covered everything around you, and the tide, already high, crashed over you both. Jack's moan broke, breath stuttering and hips trembling. His cock throbbed inside you and pulsed in waved against your sensitive walls.
"Fuck-"Â
In moments, Jack caught his breath just enough to drag you into a long kiss. Humming into his lips, you tightened your arms and legs around him, keeping him inside you while the throbbing subsided.Â
"You did so good, baby," Jack exhaled against your lips, "So good for me."
Your tightening limbs relaxed gradually during the next long kiss, fingers caressing his hair instead of gripping, legs unlocking to relax on the sheets. You breathed deep and slow, humming with your eyes closed. You felt him starting to rub the muscles of your thighs and hips as he went down your body, his usual check-up. It never failed to make you feel like you were something precious, sacred.
Jack placed a kiss at your right ankle, then reached down to the floor by the bed for the towel and water bottle he had placed there. After gently, reverently, wiping away the sweat and release from between your legs, he climbed back over you. His thumb sweeping a soothing line down your forehead urged you to open your eyes.Â
"Drink," he whispered.
Your limbs felt lathargic as you grasped the bottle and took a sip. Handing it back to him, you stretched laguidly atop the sheets, and spread an open hand towards him. There was a specific chill at the surface of your feverish skin that required him to hold you, and he could always tell by the small pout pulling at your lower lip.Â
"Come 'here," adjusting himself to your side, Jacks tucked your head atop his shoulder.Â
You breathed in his scent, distictly sweat and sex right then, and placed a soft kiss to his collarbone, "I love you."
"I love you too, Sweet," his grin boyish and eyes soft, "tell me again tomorrow."
an: thank you so much for reading! please let me know what you think! I will be setting up a masterlist for this series bc I wanna keep going it's so much fun, and I don't want you to be lost in navigation. ily!
Mmmmmm, you have me fawning over this glorious smut. Holy shit, what I'd do to let go this way đŠ just for a moment to hit euphoria at a level where I can switch off my brain đââď¸đââď¸đââď¸
Summery: Your whimpers and Ahs have invaded his ears, and he felt like he could stay here, between your legs, for days. Jack hadn't really kept count but it must have been the fourth time he pulled back right before you could cum. You had lost your speech around the second time, babbling and huffing. Edging is the one thing that can get you extremely frustrated, incredibly fast.Â
an: I've never written smut before. this was strange to write but also fun! I discovered about myself that I read a lot of absolute filth but when I write it has to be loving, like really soft, for some reason. idk. I really hope you enjoy it!
It had been building for over two weeks, this internal whirlwind of a fire. You've been lightly teasing each other repeatedly and it was starting an itch. Sex was part of the routine, sure, but this itch was for something else entirely.Â
Jack could tell, almost smell, your craving for him. It appeared in slow blinks when you your gaze flickered over his freckles, and in the dazed parting of your lips when he tucks your head under his jaw, surrounding you entirely.Â
There's a different kind of pleasure, soul deep comfort, that comes from having established and discussed everything,left no room for doubt. It opened up doors in Jack's imagination, had him fantasizing far more than an old man like him was supposed to.Â
Knowing you, knowing how to please you, how to drag you through your battling thoughts and pull you past them onto a floating cloud. Holding on to you as you drift, then slowly, lovingly, pull you down. It had become one of the most rewarding, exciting, beautiful roles Jack had ever had.Â
This was a scene not out of emergent necessity or anxiety, but for the love of the play. You sobbing breathlessly for the past ten minutes still counted.Â
"God, you sound unbelievably âŚÂ hypnotic," the drawl of Jack's voice dragged low, breath panting.Â
Your whimpers and Ahs have invaded his ears, and he felt like he could stay here, between your legs, for days. Jack hadn't really kept count but it must have been the fourth time he pulled back right before you could cum. You had lost your speech around the second time, babbling and huffing. Edging is the one thing that can get you extremely frustrated, incredibly fast.Â
"Hnnn-" whipping your head side to side was all you could do.
Soft fabric wrapped your wrists up above your head, your arms warm and sweaty against your cheeks. Your skin was turning pink up your neck and down your chest, and your gasping turned to moans in every other breath.Â
"Tired, Baby?" Jack mumbled with his lips deliberately brushing your wet folds, "Too sensitive?"
Another brush right at your clit and your belly quivered. Jack smiled wide from beneath you, holding your ankles down. "I wonder if you came now, how long you'll keep cumming.."
You groaned hard, almost angry, at his musings, while your hips squirmed against the sheets. "Fuck-"
Jack chuckled lowly, his breath setting your skin ablaze. "Aw, sweet thing, you want to cum so badly, don't you?"
"Yes! God- Please!" you shouted, your voice breaking as tears trailed over your temples.
"Let's have another go, hm? maybe I won't change my mind when we get there, yeah?" Jack barely finished his words before diving back in.
He swiped his tongue, flat and tense, over the entirety of your pussy and you whined long, breath stuttering when his tongue stayed at your clit longer. Wet sounds surrounded the bed as he played you like an instrument, thumb pressure on your clit, tongue on your entrance. Your wetness glistened over the lower half of his face and his hot puffs of air make your thighs shudder.Â
"I'll never," Jack paused for another tongue-flick, "ever have enough of this. Fucking delicious, baby."
"Plea- Jack, I'm- I'm close," you begged breathlessly.
"Hmm," he hummed against you in a teasing tone, "am I ready for you to cumâŚhmmm."
"I'll be good." You exhale, voice hiccuping, "I'll be so good, Jack, Pleas-"
"Oh, you are good," he cooed your name, stroking your thighs, "you've been so good for me. I was just teasing, Sweet. Here, let me make it worth the wait, hm?"
Your jaw dropped soundlessly at the sensation of three rough fingers plunging into you, stretching and tingling all the way up your spine. Tongue becoming forceful, intentional, in it's circling, it had your nerves buzzing. You could barely locate a coherent thought, let alone find a voice to say it.Â
The heat built further as Jack's maneuvers sped up, his grip tight on your hipbones keeping you from bucking. Spots of hot light sparked and accumulated at your core, pulsing higher and higher. Your clit throbbed between Jack's lips and everything muffled like cotton in your ears.
"Go on, Baby, show me," Jack purred, picking his head up to slam his fingers harder, faster.
"Ah-Jack! hnn-" you screamed as static enveloped you, vision blurred and spotty. The hight of the crushing wave stayed up, catching your breath and bringing a tremor to your entire form.
"Ohh," Jack smiled, glinting eyes attentively watching you quake through it, "Thaaat's the one."
You whined, low and long, and your knees fell open as the twitching muscles slowly melted. The float overwhelmed you then, tinted your thoughts and covered all sound in hone-
"Honey-sweet," a wet smack sounded as he dipped his fingers into his mouth, tasting you hungrily, "just for me, huh?"
You floated higher, and it was like the pressure was bringing tears to your eyes. You didn't realize you were softly sobbing until you ran out of breath to inhale.
"I got you, baby," Jack crawled up over you, running his hands over your aching arms, "you're ok, you're ok. I'm here."
His rough hands added slight pressure over your forearms and it made you sigh, shoulders relaxing a bit in your effort to breath. Jack caught it and rested his torso at half it's weight against yours, carrying the rest of his weight on his bent arm. His breath was warm when he leaned close, the kiss on your neck was soft and wet, "I'm holding you down, baby, don't be scared."Â
You vaguely registered him releasing your wrists from their restraints, holding your arms where they were for a minute so as to not make a sudden movement. Your body softened against the mattress, under his pleasant weight, and Jacks hands gently massaged your arms and wrists. Blinking blearily, vision still fuzzy around the edges, you turned your face towards him.Â
"There's my best girl," he whispered, brushing his thumbs across the tears on your cheeks, "You were incredible, sweet, you did so good. Can I clean you up, or do you want to wait?"
A glossy film still covered your eyes, sparkly wet and slow-blinking, and he could see you trying to answer. Then your leg lightly bumped his hip, "I- I want you inside me," you whimpered.Â
"Where are we on color, baby?" he mumbled into your skin as he peppered kissed along you collar.
"Green," you breathed, wrapping your arms weekly around his shoulders, "So green, Jack."Â
A wicked smirk stretched his cheek and he reached a hand down your belly, "Absolutely drenched, huh? that's what empties out your head, Sweet?"
Leaning in to kiss you, Jack's tongue instantly invading your mouth and twirling behind your teeth. You kissed back lazily, tangling your fingers in his curls and moaning into his mouth.Â
"Fuck-" he groaned low when you trapped his bottom lip between yours.
You let out a dazed smile, you do love pressing one of his buttons, and you dug your nails into his nape and shoulders. Jack went for your neck, reigniting the fading colors and gifting you a new set. Red-purple half-circles bloomed under his teeth, the suckling sending waves of goosebumps over you.
You opened your mouth to keep begging, wanting the man inside you so badly, but his mouth took over yours again. Just as your nails gifted his shoulders a set of marks of his own, Jack centered himself right at your slit. Wet slap of his tip on your weeping folds.Â
"'S this what you want?" he growled, muffled into your bottom lip, "what you beg me for?"
"Plea- Yes! yes, Jack-" you whined, high and almost petulant, "Fuck me."
The head of his cock spread your entrance, and the slow slow movement almost had you sobbing again, "Fuck's sa-"
"Aw, baby," He crooned as he pushed further in, "gotchu really frustrated, have I?"
Jack groaned, nose against your cheek, as he flexed his hips and pushed faster, "Goddamn heaven in there, can't get enough."
Then his hips fit into place flush against you with a final thrust, length plunging fully inside you. Jaw dropping lax, your eyes rolled up for a moment. He fit perfectly, exactly where he was supposed to be, exactly where you were, too.Â
His next groan came out broken, composure fully surrendered, puffs of breath scalding hot on your neck and ear. "You- ah- you ok?"
You intended to say yes, yes please fucking move already, yes I need you to fuck me through the mattress now. But all you could focus on was the blissful cloud you were on because of the stretch of his cock inside you.Â
"I love you," you breathed.
His bicep beside you trembled along with his hips, and he growled low in your ear, "I love you." Jack took a slow breath, his hands moving to slowly stroke your hair, gentle thumb against your brow. His molten eyes caught hold of yours and stayed on them as he started to move his hips back, and the sensation made his eyelids flutter.Â
One sharp thrust back in, your internal nerves lighting up anew, and you both moaned in unison as your exhales merged in the small space between your faces.Â
"I love you," He whispered in the next thrust, firm like he was unsatisfied with saying it once, "I love you."Â
Your throat tightened at the break in his voice, like it's pushing to tell you even while the vocal cords are so overwhelmed. Jack placed his open lips on your neck, forehead hot on your cheek, and started a steady pump. "Jack-" you whimpered, tightening your fist in his hair.Â
The throbbing surged right back, covering your clit in prickles that stirred with every thrust. You lost track of time in the blissfully repetitive slide of his cock, playing a rhythm your body seems to know better than you.Â
"Nice and slow, Sweet," Jack grawled, hoarse with how harsh his breathing was, "you feel so fucking good- mmh-"
The rolling of his hips stayed in continuos loop, gentle and wonderfully igniting, and your breath hitched with every pass over that one spot deep inside you. Whimpers passed your lips as Jack fucked into you, holding you so close the tears prickled again over you lashes.
Jack moved his head up from your neck, running his lips from your jaw to the salty tracks on your cheeks, his breath fervant and his forearm sweaty under you. When his eyes locked onto yours, steady thrusts still rocking you both, he smiled. That gentle open one, the one he doesn't suppress with a pursing of his lips, and his eyes glimmered before you.Â
"You wanna cum, baby?" he whispered, "got one more in ya?"
"Hmm-.. close," you rubbed your forehead on his, your heart pounding in your throat.
"Cum with me," Jack grunted, nuzzing his nose over your cheek, "show me how tight you can get."
You moaned, low and broken, and weekly hooked your legs above his hips. The bliss surged from low in your stomach up to your chest, bringing back that buzz in your ears. God, it was like you hadn't stopped cumming since the last orgasm.Â
"Ah, Ah- Jack,"Â You didnt know what you were saying at that point, only the cadence of Jack's voice and the scalding heat of him on top of you kept you from completely dissolving into the mattress.Â
"I've got all of you, Sweet, let go."
The buzz sang in you ears, static that covered everything around you, and the tide, already high, crashed over you both. Jack's moan broke, breath stuttering and hips trembling. His cock throbbed inside you and pulsed in waved against your sensitive walls.
"Fuck-"Â
In moments, Jack caught his breath just enough to drag you into a long kiss. Humming into his lips, you tightened your arms and legs around him, keeping him inside you while the throbbing subsided.Â
"You did so good, baby," Jack exhaled against your lips, "So good for me."
Your tightening limbs relaxed gradually during the next long kiss, fingers caressing his hair instead of gripping, legs unlocking to relax on the sheets. You breathed deep and slow, humming with your eyes closed. You felt him starting to rub the muscles of your thighs and hips as he went down your body, his usual check-up. It never failed to make you feel like you were something precious, sacred.
Jack placed a kiss at your right ankle, then reached down to the floor by the bed for the towel and water bottle he had placed there. After gently, reverently, wiping away the sweat and release from between your legs, he climbed back over you. His thumb sweeping a soothing line down your forehead urged you to open your eyes.Â
"Drink," he whispered.
Your limbs felt lathargic as you grasped the bottle and took a sip. Handing it back to him, you stretched laguidly atop the sheets, and spread an open hand towards him. There was a specific chill at the surface of your feverish skin that required him to hold you, and he could always tell by the small pout pulling at your lower lip.Â
"Come 'here," adjusting himself to your side, Jacks tucked your head atop his shoulder.Â
You breathed in his scent, distictly sweat and sex right then, and placed a soft kiss to his collarbone, "I love you."
"I love you too, Sweet," his grin boyish and eyes soft, "tell me again tomorrow."
an: thank you so much for reading! please let me know what you think! I will be setting up a masterlist for this series bc I wanna keep going it's so much fun, and I don't want you to be lost in navigation. ily!
AN: Sadly we're going to have to do away with the taglist as Tumblr has terminated my account twice over the span of an hour for tagging folks in the comments. As deeply frustrating as this is I prefer to keep my blog active so moving forward I guess just make sure you're following the blog for updates or turn on notifications.
Summary: Once a year Brendon always ends up back at the aquarium.
SET AFTER:
Rockstar - Brendon Park meets his match against PTMC's fiery new attending.
Pussy Wagon - A spilled drink leads you to see a different side of your nemesis Park The Shark.
The First Time (NSFW) - Fireworks aren't the only explosive thing happening at Jesse's Fourth of July party.
A Loaded Gun (NSFW) - Hate sex has never been so fucking hot...
The Game - Brendon finds himself breaking his own rules when it comes to you.
Pittfest -Brendon comforts you when you fall apart after the events of Pittfest.
Is He Prettier Than Me? - Brandon gets curious when he learns you have other plans.
The Drawer - Brendon realises your relationship may be shifting when he discovers he has a drawer at your place.
Scrunchies - Scrunchies⌠theyâre the downfall of Brendon Park.
Love Games (NSFW) - Brendon and you love to play games, especially with each other.
An Exquisite Form of Torture (NSFW) - Brendon continues to turn up the heat as he holds you captive.
THAT Guy - Brendon is forced to face up to his feelings for you when he finds out your meeting up with an ex.
Seven Days - Seven days is far too long to go without you...
Save It - A thirty six hour shift leads to another admission about your relationship with Brendon.
Doctor Dick - Brendon's day takes a turn when Whitaker gives him some critical information.
A Manipulative Fuck - You and Brendon discuss what happened with your ex.
The Call (NSFW) - Brendon decides to put a stop to David's calls once and for all.
The One That Hates The Ravens - David's attempt at revenge backfires spectacularly.
The Lovin Spoonful - You wake up to an unexpected surprise.
Delete, Block, Rinse, Repeat - A series of cryptic messages force Brendon to confront a secret he's been keeping for almost a decade.
His Father's Son - Brendon reflects on the past as he debates taking that first sip of whiskey.
The Cost of Dignity - Brendon's greatest secret comes with a cost.
A Kiss For Luck - Brendon struggles to navigate working at the hospital after the release of THAT video.
The Craziest Fucking Thing - You take matters into your own hands after receiving bad news from Brendon.
Ride Or Die - You wake up to the sound of an angry blender after Brendon discovers what happened with Rowena.
PREQUEL TO:
Diamonds (NSFW) - A bet leads to naughty shenanigans in a five star restaurant.
The Call Out - Brendon's focus on wedding planning is disrupted when he's called out to the scene of a multi-car pile up.
Good Hands - Abbot reminds Brendon you're in good hands as they proceed with the amputation.
Flayed - Brendon's world crashes down as he learns the truth about the accident.
Ten Things I Love About You - Brendon discovers a pink envelope in the pocket of the jacket you were wearing at the time of the accident.
The Parent Trap - Brendon faces your parents, leading to a surprise revelation.
Sledgehammer - Brendon struggles to cope in the aftermath of everything that's happened.
Et Tu Marianne? - Your mother throws Brendon under the bus after you wake up from surgery.
The Fucking Patient - Abbot has some harsh words for Brendon regarding your care.
Chemistry - You and Brendon finally have a moment alone to talk.
A Serial Absconder - Your habit of disappearing leads to a healing journey Brendon doesn't expect.
Every year on the third of October Brendon visits the Pittsburgh Zoo & Aquarium. He walks past the lions, the tigers, the giraffes and the elephants, heading straight towards the huge glass tunnel that houses the sharks. He spends a couple of hours there watching the blacktips and the zebras swim overhead, roaming the tunnel back and before he leaves and clocks in for an evening shift at the PTMC.
This year though, this year itâs different.
Itâs the first time heâs brought you to the aquarium, and instead of wandering the tunnel alone lost in his thoughts, he finds himself with explaining all the silly little details heâs come to learn throughout the years about the creatures that captured his sonâs heart.
âToby forced me to learn everything about these things.â He reveals as you stand in the centre of the tunnel with your head tilted back, watching a tiger shark swim itâs way over you. The expression on your face is one of wonderment and it takes him back to the days he used to come here with his son, his tiny hand reaching up as if to stroke its belly. âWeâd lie in our sleeping bags on the floor of our living room, watching the discovery channel documentaries until he fell asleep.â
He smiles affectionately at the thought, a dull ache blossoming in his chest. Memories like this, they used to hurt all the time when he was alone. Now theyâre things he can look on fondly. Snapshots of the time he had with his son, instead of mourning the loss. âHe used to love just watching the big sharks and the little sharks swim together, he used to point them out and say âlook daddy, itâs usâ.â
âHe sounds like a very special little boy.â Your fingers entwining with his as you continue your journey through the tunnel, the water shimmering as the sharks glide past.
âHe was.â Brendon says, clearing his throat against the ball of emotion thatâs unspooling in his chest. âHe was the very best kid but then again Iâm biased.â
Your lips tug up into a smile, and that pain itâs replaced with something else. Sharing these parts of himself with you, it heals him in a way he couldnât fathom before. He always thought he was honouring his son by keeping his memories held close to his chest but he realises now that he was grieving, that they were too big to process so he locked them away. Then you barged in right into his life in that bossy way of yours and jammed the key into the lock, and nowâŚ
Now he can talk about his kid again.
âThereâs something I have to do before we leave.â He tells you, tilting his head towards the donor wall. Empathy and understanding cross your features as you squeeze his hand before letting go.
âTake your time.â You say before jerking your thumb back towards the tunnel. Â âIâm kinda digging the vibe in there so Iâm going to do another walk through. You know where I am if you need me.â
He waits until youâve disappeared into the shark infested waters before he faces the plagues lining the donor wall. Tobyâs used to be the only one but now itâs a collection of cast bronze with dozens of names etched into them. It brings him comfort to know that is son is amongst friends in that way, that heâs probably talking the ear off other shark enthusiasts.
He finds his own plague, the one he had made almost a decade ago. Itâs been well maintained over the years, cleaned daily. He appreciates that more than he can admit. It means that Toby hasnât been forgotten that heâs still as treasured as the days he walked these halls spouting off facts.
His fingertips run over the letters, tracing over the carvings as he smiles softly at the words.
In loving memory of Tobias Park â the original Baby Shark.
âHappy Birthday, kid.â He whispers, his voice barely more than a rasp as his eyes start to prick. âDaddy still misses you every single day.â
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