#w4rfared ft jack

[fcrthestars]

[ DIRECT ] sender seeing that receiver is going the wrong way, takes hold of their shoulders from behind and turns them the right direction [ jack for samira! ]

"Oh." Samira's cheeks heat as Jack's hands settle on her shoulders, his touch gentle as he turns her. "Wrong way."

Once in the bathroom, she washes her hands and exhales. When Jack had invited her over for a home-cooked dinner, Samira hadn't even blinked. She had said yes instantly, which might have been, she's now realizing, due to shock.

Work had kept her too busy for Samira to talk herself out of it. Even getting ready, she hadn't thought too much about the proposition.

Samira dries her hands; she'd kept herself together this whole week, there's no need to panic now. It's simply dinner.

"So," she rejoins Jack at his kitchen table, feeling a little lighter. "Do you always cook a lot?"

[frthestars]

💋 [ and Jen + price bc I’m in hell ]

Jen stopped caring about new year’s ages ago. They were fun, once upon a time when she’d party til 3 am with her girlfriends and kiss someone new.

How different it all is now, quiet, folding laundry with a glass of wine. At least she doesn’t have work tomorrow.

“John,” she takes the shirt he’s been half heartedly folding. She’s trying very hard not think about John being here now. Or how they used to spend this night, in a tangle of limbs as if they’d make up for all the missed time together. “You’re not even trying.”

[frthestars]

💋 [ jack and robby? ]

Robby doesn’t mean to stay up. He doesn’t think anything of Jack ordering take out and showing up on his doorstep with a 6-pack uninvited.

He doesn’t even realize it’s new year’s eve until small fireworks start popping around eight.

Robby accepts Jack’s teasing at his forgetfulness, makes no promises to be awake at midnight, and is quietly grateful that he isn’t alone for another holiday.

But by the time the clock on the tv starts to count down, Robby’s still awake. Jack’s shoulder is pressing into his where they’re sat together on the couch, and it’s so easy to turn his head and bump their lips together in a lazy kiss.

[frthestars]

"you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch." [ abbot & robby! ]

"Well," Robby says a little too sharply. "Good morning to you too."

He doesn't question Jack's unexpected presence in his living room. From the blankets strewn across the couch, it's obvious Jack had gotten in sometime after Robby had gone to bed.

Likely, Robby's place was a closer place to crash. No point in going all the way home when Jack knows the security code and has a key; it wouldn't be the first time. That's not what bothers Robby about this.

He grabs two coffee mugs out of the cabinet, grateful for the bit of privacy it affords him.

"Did a bug crawl up your ass while you were sleeping," he asks as he turns to face Jack. Robby's not having this conversation with sleep still clinging to him.