Not here, heroic acts of man.

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“Jack, I either need you to get me drunk or practice shooting with me, your call.”

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“Well I’m not going to get you drunk.” Jack was pretty sure that Adrian had known his answer before he even responded. Even he couldn’t deny that he was predictable when it came to people’s neverending desire to drink away their sorrows. “So I guess that means we’re going to the range.”

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welcometohollywood:

Jackie yipped like a small dog when his arm was twisted, entire body contorting in an effort to ease the flash of discomfort before the other released him. He wasn’t necessarily bad with pain, having experienced all manners of punishment a single body could take in a lifetime; he simply didn’t like it– not outside of shagging, anyway.

…But the opportunity to have Jack grabbing at his body parts was simply too bloody enticing to refuse. Even with the warning, Jackie’s face lit up, knowing he’d already won at the first indication of surrender.

“Change?” he prompted, glancing down at his jeans and his bright red, Prada high-tops. “But this is my outfit.”

Jack almost felt bad when Jackie reacted to his less than gentle touch, quick to remind himself that Jackie had been trying to cross a line first. Better to bop him on the nose now rather than wait until Jackie thought he could really get away with things and it’d escalated.

He followed Jackie’s gaze to the outfit, his expression nonplussed as he looked back up to the other’s face. “Who works out in jeans?” 

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welcometohollywood:

Jackie honestly hadn’t expected that to work, eyes widening with possibility. He didn’t even care about the implications of what he’d agreed to, simply looking forward to getting up close and personal with a sweaty Jack. His desperate fantasy-cum-need to see the man shirtless was enough to bring him bouncing to his feet with the same enthusiasm as he approached funnel cake.

“Mate, I’ve never been more serious in my life,” Jackie said earnestly, tone grave. “I work best with a hands-on approach, though.” He raised his fists and mimed throwing a punch at Jack’s chest, flattening his palm at the last second to slide appreciatively down his torso. “See? I don’t know a bloody thing.”

Jack frowned in response to being touched, grabbing Jackie’s wrist and twisting it just enough to make a point before letting him go again. He should have known to just tel Jackie no, already aware that he was probably going to be more trouble than he was worth. “Don’t make me regret this.” He warned him. He looked the guy over but didn’t see a gym bag, making Jack wonder if he really planned on working out in those clothes. “Did you want to change?” He asked.

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welcometohollywood:

Jackie sprawled himself indulgently across a padded bench, ignoring the metal contraption attached to it. His eyes glittered as he shamelessly appreciated the way Jack’s muscles bulged beneath his shirt as if they were attempting to escape the confines of the fabric. Honestly, did the man really have to ask why he was here?

“Exercise,” Jackie answered gleefully, clearly lying as he propped his chin up in his hands and watched Jack like most men watched college basketball. “Want to be my trainer?”

Jack frowned in response to the way Jackie was laying out and looking at him, having a hard time believing Jackie even though he genuinely kind of wanted to. Jack gave up the machine that he was on, grabbing his towel and preparing to turn and leave for something else when Jackie spoke again, his offer too tempting for Jack to just walk away from without at least exploring it. He loved nothing more than getting to play personal trainer to someone who would make for a great before and after comparison. 

“Only if you’re serious. Which I doubt that you are.” He replied skeptically, half-hoping for Jackie to prove him wrong. 

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Jackie went to the gym all the time. He went to all sorts of gyms, usually for work, for research, and sometimes for pleasure. This time was definitely for the latter, immediately shirking all his plans for the day when he caught sight of his favorite grumpy He-Man loping across the street. Jackie didn’t even think twice about following, wide-eyed and bushy-tailed about getting some consistency back into his life. While any semblance of a routine was the bane of his existence, the explosion had stirred up a great deal of unwelcome and unfamiliar reactions in people that he hadn’t quite expected. But if there was anyone he could count on to be reliably predictable and be an endless source of entertainment, it was Jack.

“Hey, handsome,” Jackie crooned, leaning against some unidentifiable machine that probably worked out some part of your elbows. “Come here often?” He didn’t even pretend to be here for any reason other than to blatantly ogle Jack. If his cherry-red designer hi-tops didn’t already imply that, he was pretty sure the $2,000 Versace shirt did.

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Jack was looking forward to his workout at the gym. The more hectic life became the more he relied on the consistency of a brutal workout and the exhaustion that would follow. He noticed the tall figure in his peripherals as he crossed the street but he ignored Jackie in the hopes that the other wouldn’t notice or approach him. He assumed that this strategy had worked until he heard that familiar voice speaking to him, Jackie’s presence feeling like an intrusion into Jack’s sacred space. 

“Why are you here?” He asked skeptically, ignoring the other’s question. 

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Rachel: #super over it

Rachel: You know, you could always take me as your date?

Rachel: For safety reasons.

Jack: It's a date.

Jack: Any chance you're planning to wear something a vest would fit under?

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Rachel: Yes, of course!

Rachel: Are you sure your date won't be jealous? ;)

Jack: ...

Jack: Haven't had a date since I was in college. Pretty sure she's super over it by now.

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( UNSENT ): You need a ride to the party?

( UNSENT ): Do you have a date to this thing?

Jack: Can I give you a ride to one Mayfair?

[reagan-donahue]

The London skyline never failed to take Reagan’s breath away and this evening was no different. The party was in full swing downstairs and she could practically feel the music thumping through the floor of the terrace. Sighing, Reagan finished off her flute of champagne and set it on a nearby table, glancing out once again at the city lights twinkling in the dark. Feeling a presence beside her, Reagan turned and offered the person a smile. “Too much action down there for you?” she joked.

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Jack was unhappy for reasons that he wouldn’t admit to himself. Normally he was on board for whatever was asked of him but the moment that Rachel was involved he got nervous. Because she was his friend’s ex-wife, obviously. Jack would insist to himself as much as anyone that his looking out for Rachel was just his looking out for Sean. 

He had gone for fresh air, only torn from his thoughts when someone appeared nearby him. He looked over at her as she talked, recognizing her as the girl he’d ran into in the park once. “Yeah, I guess. I’m not really a party guy.” Understatement of the year. Jack hadn’t even had a drink since college.

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sophiaxjames:

Sophia’s hand automatically latched onto the arm that steadied her, her mouth formed an ‘o’ before she smiled faintly. “Jack? Hey-” she said quickly. With her hand on his bicep and the fact that she had just smacked into rocklike muscle, she couldn’t help but realise just how built he was. “You’re like.. seriously solid..” she said, her hand still on his upper arm, and then as usual Sophia realised this wasn’t really an appropriate conversation, and a pink hue filled her cheeks. “I mean, you have to be careful because you could totally poke an eye out with those things,” she over-talked, poking his bicep a few times before retracting her hand and taking a step back. “-aand I’m going to stop touching you now.” the blonde added with an awkward laugh, focusing on his question and the fact that he seemed seriously distracted to try make up for her running mouth. “No, actually I’m just here for the regular,” she answered, deciding she definitely needed at least two more cups of coffee to get through this morning and the way it was going. “What about you? I know you refuse coffee any time I offer it so you can’t be here for that.” 

She got his attention by acting strangely, laughing as she said she was going to stop touching him. She and Rachel were so different. Rachel would never even think to be self-conscious probably. 

Jack completely forgot why he was there the moment that she mentioned his refusal to drink coffee, his preachy health-conscious side taking over immediately. “Caffeine is rough on your body.” He stated instead of answering her question about why he was there. “You know what’s better than coffee? Six to eight hours of sleep.” His tone was teasing but it was true nonetheless, Jack guessing that her blind rush in the coffee shop was the result of not getting enough sleep.

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text to Jack

Rachel: It's fine, I can walk while I drink.

Rachel: I'm not calling my sister, who thinks I'm DEAD, to tell her that I'm alive. I'm telling her that to her face.

Jack: Fair

Jack: Breathing exercises would be better than getting plastered

Jack: You sure you're ready for this?

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text to Jack

Rachel: Crap

Rachel: How many shots do you think I should take before I show up at her door?

Rachel: Maybe I'll drink the entire bar.

Jack: Do you need a ride?

Jack: Maybe you should call ahead

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text to Jack

Rachel: I asked you first you bafoon

Jack: I bumped into her earlier.

Jack: Why?

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text to Jack

Rachel: Hey Jack Jack, quick question

Rachel: When was the last time you spoke to my sister?

Jack: Why?

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Sophia had been up writing most of the night, something she hadn’t meant to do, but also something she did often. The blonde was usually one to get carried away with her work. No matter what it was she was doing or how long it would take, it could never be done half heartedly. She hadn’t even noticed until nearly five in the morning what time it was and finally crawling into bed with the self promise of extra coffee when she woke again, she fell asleep almost instantly.  About an hour later her alarm went off. She’d always hated the screeching sound it woke her with, but she also knew that if were anything less than loud and unrelenting and she would never wake up for it. The first thing she did after getting out of bed was make herself a cup off coffee, then once she had showered and gotten ready for her day, she left the house and made her way to the number one priority before she went into work.. a coffee shop for her second cup of the day. 

Walking through the glass doors and smiling at the instant smell of coffee beans that filled her nostrils, her mind was still thinking about her writings from the night before.  All too soon, just five steps into the building, Sophia was reminded why it was important to stay alert.. unfortunately for her, she only realised this as a body appeared out of nowhere and she smacked straight into it.  Bouncing back from the person a little bit, she looked up quickly, her blue eyes wide with shock.  “I’m so sorry- I didn’t see you there at all. Are you okay?” she asked quickly.

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Jack didn’t drink coffee. He didn’t even drink much tea anymore. He was simply there to hand something off to a work associate, too busy looking for the person who fit the description he’d been given to notice that he was about to collide with a familiar face. 

“Whoa, Soph.” He looked down, catching her arm to steady her. “I’m fine. I didn’t see you either.” He admitted, glancing over her head as he heard the bell over the door. “You working from here?” He asked distractedly, looking down at her again.

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adrian-jung:

“PSh, wild doesn’t even begin to describe him. Anyway, you were saying?” Adrian dipped another celery stick in peanut butter and offered it to Jack. “Eat.”

Jack narrowed his eyes at Adrian when the other didn’t offer any information up about how he knew Jackie and the extent of how wild he was. He reached for the celery stick, actually accepting both food and instructions from Adrian on account of the fact that the guy was an actual fucking doctor. Also because he was his friend, but Jack would insist that it was on account of Adrian’s education and professional experience.

He shrugged. “I just want to be left alone. Kid can’t take a hint. Or a direct order.”