#pittrauma

[lcveblossomed]

@pittrauma asked: [ TXT ] : i miss u can u come over for samira from jack

[ text: jack 💕] - I just left to go grab stuff work tomorrow

[ text: jack 💕] - I’ll be back in 20 minutes I promise

[drwlf]

RANDOM ALL-OUT PARTY PROMPTS

I'VE HAD ONE TOO MANY OF THESE.

That's the only explanation I have for this hallway moment. Carol's bachelorette party is still in full swing in the living room, mostly made up of women her age, and me, until recently. I slipped out after my third drink, running into the entertainment as he was making his way out after giving us what I thought was quite an enthralling show.

He's changed back into his regular clothes, which should probably make things better, but somehow it hasn't. Just different. He's still the young man I saw nearly naked half an hour ago, and that's not something I can simply stop noticing. Especially not with this much to drink.

We end up talking. About trivial things, like the party, the bride. Something about the neighborhood. The kind of conversation I wouldn't normally engage in, and yet I do. Finding reasons to. Not noticing when I start leaning in until he says something about it.

@pittrauma / Nick: "If you keep leaning in, I'm kissing you."

That should stop me. It does not. It has the opposite effect, actually. It makes me smile.

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

[protectxthem]

@pittrauma asked: “ I don't think my genes had any chance of winning. They're a spitting image of you. ” from andie to abbot

married life sentence starters | accepting

Jack chuckles softly, gently picking up the baby from its bed next to Andie. He moves the blanket away from the baby's mouth and coos softly at his child as he bounces and sways slightly in place.

"Yeah, right down to the freckles and the brown hair, but I bet they'll have your personality." He grins at Andie, teasingly. He moves over to her, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Say hello to your mommy." He whispers to their baby as he leans in with the baby so Andie can get a better look at their child. The baby squirms a bit and then yawns, before looking up at its parents.

[exussus]

@pittrauma ∣ 🌊

"Mmm... you look utterly radiant. Dr. Evans."

[lcveblossomed]

samira was not used to this overnight schedule yet. she was working on getting better adjusted to it all but it was a work in progress. so here she was on her day off with a list of things she should be doing. instead her eyes feel heavy and she can barely stay awake through the show they'd picked to watch.

"do we have to?" she asks with a soft sound in protest. she does get up though. it's slow as she doesn't feel like she can move too fast right now. she reaches to offer her hand to help him up. "lets get to bed before i change my mind and make you sleep on the couch with me."

@pittrauma // continued from (x)

[protectxthem]

@pittrauma asked: I want a baby (from andie for jack)[she definitely wants another baby xD]

Send 'I want a baby' to see how my muse reacts. Or send ‘You want a what?’ for my muse’s reaction after having told yours the same. | accepting

Jack ducks his head under the shower, almost missing her speak. He jerks his head up, turning to look at her as he sits on his shower chair. "You want a baby?" He wipes away the water from his face as it drips down from his hair. His once curly hair was now wet and flat against his head.

He pushes himself up onto his one good foot, using the wall to hold himself up as he keeps looking at her. "With me? I mean, of course, with me. But are you sure?"

[exussus]

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[pittresilience]

I don't want to be alone tonight. From Jules

Jack’s halfway through shrugging into his jacket when he hears it.

“I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

The words land softer than they should in a room that’s been nothing but noise all shift—monitors, voices, footsteps—but now it’s quiet, just the hum of the lounge and the faint buzz of fluorescent lights. He pauses mid-motion, one arm still caught halfway into the sleeve, like something in him needs a second to catch up.

He finishes pulling the jacket on, slower this time, then turns to look at her properly. Really look. There’s a flicker of something in his expression—brief, but real—before it settles into something steadier.

“Okay,” Jack says, simple, grounded.

He grabs his keys off the table, rolling them once between his fingers before stilling, attention settling fully on her. “Then come with me,” Jack adds, quieter, like it’s the simplest solution in the world. “We’ll figure the rest out on the way.”

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