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I’ll Shoot! ~ {Sophia&Jackie}

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sophiaxjames:

Sophia hesitated for a second as he spoke. She tried her best to not look over to the kitchen, knowing that he could be saying anything just to distract her, but curiosity got the better of her so with her heart in her throat, she looked over at the counter quickly, spotting the waffle iron in a split second before looking over at him again, keeping her stance as strong as possible. “Does anyone really know the thread count on sheets?” she asked, completely taken aback by the comment.. however the fact that he had actually said Cate’s name ruled out the option of him being some random just breaking into her apartment.. maybe he was telling the truth after all. “So let me get this straight.. you don’t have the key on you so you climbed through the window.. but Cate isn’t actually here otherwise she could have just let you in… so why are you here?” 

The woman’s careless response to thread count on sheets was enough for Jackie to determine that she had to be a friend of Cate’s. He scoffed, hoping the stranger’s vision was good enough to see the appalled look on his face. By now, indignation had all but replaced fear at the confirmation that Cate had told exactly no one about their relationship. 

“Why wouldn’t I be? All my stuff is here,” Jackie said, reaching out to flick the light switch when he finally inched close enough. He blinked rapidly to allow his eyes to adjust (which didn’t take long, considering only about half was illuminated). When he realized he was being held at gunpoint by a banana, he was exponentially more delighted than chagrined. “That’s bloody brilliant,” Jackie chortled, just short of applauding her. 

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jack-is-back:

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.

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.”

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You make me a believer | Jackie&Whitney

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whitneyxroyal:

She found it a little miraculous that she had been able to stay awake this long. Or was it long? At the moment, deciphering what time it was shouldn’t be a primary concern of hers, but Whitney found that any thoughts or ideas that did not involve her current situation were tempting to dwell on for as long as possible. As fleeting as those thoughts might be. It seemed she couldn’t hold onto one for long. Which should be a concern.. might be she had a concussion, though as far as she could tell, her head wasn’t bleeding. But then it was hard to tell seeing as her entire body was hurting, and would keep hurting for a while. Or maybe not? 

“Y-Yes. Any-Anything you have.” She didn’t care wether it was illegal drugs or not. If it could help then she would take it. It had not occurred to her that Jackie might be lounging those around. Drugs that was. Shouldn’t be a surprise given Marie’s partying or the bad boy streak she had decided to forgo and place as a old stamp he’d grown out of. People changed.. Her eyes moved briefly to the chauffeur. His worry stricken face, before landing back on those familiar blue eyes. Which always seemed so trustworthy. Wether that was entirely true or not, she had to believe so. Otherwise she would clearly be the idiot for calling him to come help her. “G-Go ahead.” she murmured, giving a small nod, and wincing shortly thereafter, to show that she was ready. 

Jackie’’s expression cleared as he offered Whitney the brightest smile he had at his disposal (which was fairly bright, considering the circumstances... and the drugs fueling his buoyant mood). “Here, love. Don’t chew it, it tastes bloody horrible. Swallow it, alright?” He placed the pill on Whitney’s tongue, gently encouraging her with a reassuring grin. A part of him sympathized with her pain, having been in similar situations before (even if he’d deserved every single one).

Maneuvering himself closer, Jackie slid his arms beneath Whitney and bumped his forehead lightly against hers. “Be brave for me, yeah? Hospital’s not far.” With a heave, he climbed to his feet and made his way to the car, sliding in with as much care as he could manage with an armful of injured girl and MDMA making chaos of his limbs. 

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adrian-jung:

“I’m trying to take care of you, now tell me if you’re hurt anywhere,” Adrian insisted as he was forced back down. It didn’t take him long to realize he’d been defeated. “You’re being dumb,” the doctor protested, but he pulled on Jackie’s arm anyway for him to lie with him.

When he’d wrangled Jackie into being his human space heater, he stretched up to hiss in his ear, “If you ever say ‘safeword’ in front of my five year old again, I am going to kill you. Temporarily immobile or not.”

Jackie raised his brows, delighting in Adrian’s uncharacteristic childishness. He went easily as the doctor manhandled him into place, curling up close with a pleased little hum. Blinking up innocently at Adrian’s hissed threat, Jackie couldn’t help but grin at how easy it was to rile the man up.

“It’s hardly as bad as the f-bomb,” he mused, utterly unaffected. “I’m teaching safe practices for sexual health. You’re the one being crude, doc.”

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catemckenna:

Cate scrunched up her face when he started peppering it with kisses, but there was an unmistakeable smile tugging at her lips; one that broke out into an expression of unadulterated happiness as she pried one eye open to look at him. Of course, she had a handful of smiles in her arsenal that Jackie had already seen. He’d seen her amused. He’d seen her pleased. He’d definitely seen her satisfied. But this was different, pure, innocent, in a manner that the brunette was too high to be frightened of showing.

“Okay, Nurse Jackie,” she replied, giggling slightly as she bumped her nose against his, before eyeing the morphine pump. “Medication: check.” Her gaze moved to the giant teddy bear surrounded by daisies. “Flowers: check. Over the top… Present…” Tilting her head slightly, Cate stared at the stuffed animal, apprehension evident on her face as the drugs in her system scrambled her perception. “… Is it… Is the bear getting… Bigger..?”

Jackie followed Cate’s gaze to the bear, eyes widening impossibly at her inebriated state. His arms gently tightened around her middle, wriggling closer to tuck his chin over her shoulder. “Babe, it’s just a teddy bear. That’s not excessive at all,” he said, eyeing the way its ears displaced the ceiling’s tiles. It was the tamest and most convenient of all his options, considering he’d spent the bulk of his time searching for a missing person and babysitting a four-year-old. It also meant that lying here next to Cate was the first opportunity he had in two days to find some rest.

“How long until you’re discharged?” Jackie asked, hoping it wouldn’t be long and knowing it was naive. Recovery meant he’d have to be careful with Cate, and he’d never been one to treat his toys with any sort of responsibility. 

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I’ll Shoot! ~ {Sophia&Jackie}

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sophiaxjames:

Sophia had been bracing herself for the intruder to either flee, or run straight towards her and attack her and take her out before she could even think about shooting him with the banana in her hand, but what she hadn’t expected was for him to let out a yelp. In fact the instant she heard it, she blinked a few times, questioning whether or not he had actually done it. The fact that he thought she was actually holding a gun made her smile proudly at herself for only a second before he spoke again. “Right- of course you would say you have a key.” she started skeptically. “There’s literally no way to prove it. How do I know you’re not lying?” Questioning him was Sophia’s only way to calm her nerves, and seeing as he hadn’t attacked her, she felt like she could question him. Truthfully, the young woman had never been in a situation like this before and she was clearly just winging it and hoping to god nothing bad would happen. She could be brave when she wanted to be, but she definitely wasn’t a fighter, and if she were to come up against someone she wouldn’t stand a chance. Stepping to the side slightly, she managed to step half into the shadow, hoping to get the darkness on her side as well, her blue orbs stayed locked on him, refusing to let him out of her sight for even a second while she held onto her ‘weapon’ firmly with the arm that wasn’t still slung against her chest. 

The longer Jackie kept the stranger talking, the more he came to suspect that she had less of a clue about what she was doing than he did. While he couldn’t be sure that she actually had a gun pointed at him, he decided it was best to err on the side of caution while he talked his way out of a bullet. He’d been in similar situations before (to be fair, he usually deserved it).

“I got Cate that waffle iron on her counter,” Jackie said, gesturing as he continued shuffling very slowly towards the light switch. “And the bed. And sheets. Did you know the thread count on those? It’s as if she likes being miserable.”

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tyxcoburn:

Seeing Jackie walk into his room with that big, goofy smile on his face almost made Ty laugh. And if he wasn’t in a hospital bed, still feeling  no better than he had last he remembered, he might be genuinely amused by this. He was somewhat alarmed by the nurses uniform, a vague image of Nurse Ratchet coming to mind. And when he really thought of it, the similarities between Jackie and the fictional nurse were uncanny.

“I would laugh, but I’m pretty sure that would kill me. Or cause a lot of pain. Or both.” He commented, eyeing Jackie in amusement. “So like… ,should I be concerned?”

Jackie beamed at Ty’s welcome, skipping closer to gently place the stuffed bear by the other’s side. “’Course not, love. I’m here to make you feel better.” He was determined to make that statement true-- an easy enough feat when he’d already done the same for Cate. 

"How much do you weigh? Do you have a history of drug use?” Jackie asked as he walked around to the morphine pump. (He hadn’t had the time to snoop into Ty just yet-- a fact that irked him to his very core.) He unlocked the plastic case and studied the man with a thoughtful look before turning back to the screen. “Never mind, you seem like a proper member of society.” Jackie increased the dosage by a conservative amount, wanting the other feeling good but not comatose. The point was to have fun with Ty, not watch the man sleep.

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jack-is-back:

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. 

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.”

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catemckenna:

Cate hummed approvingly when Jackie joined her on the bed, her normally verbose sarcasm and standoffish attitude seemingly gone with the wind (or rather, with the morphine) as she sighed contentedly and shuffled closer, to the best of her ability. “Hmm, no,” the brunette relented, voice soft and childlike as she shook her head slowly, her lips tugging into a pleased smile. “Not grumpy anymore. ‘S much better now.” Hopefully, she would be lucky enough to barely remember this particular moment—Sober Cate would be mortified to find out how vulnerable and needy she had been, especially around him.

She chuckled softly at Jackie’s remark, turning her head slightly in order to give him an unamused, disapproving glare that mostly came out looking petulant, in her current state. “Be kind,” she mumbled, pouting in a manner that Sober Cate would never approve of. “I’m in recovery. From surgery. Because I was impaled by debris. I could have died.” Never mind that the severity of her situation was slightly lost in her purposefully melodramatic tone.

Jackie had seen Cate in various states of intoxication, but this time definitely had to be his favorite. His dimples deepened at her softened edges and the way she curled towards him like a needy thing. If there was one thing in the world that Jackie couldn’t get enough of, it was attention-- affection made it that much sweeter, especially when he monopolized Cate’s.

“You don’t think kisses are kind?” Jackie asked, peppering her face gleefully. “Don’t worry, I’m a fantastic nurse. I’ll take such good care of you,” he gushed, preening as if he’d already accomplished something noteworthy. “Just call me Jackie Nightingale.”

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You make me a believer | Jackie&Whitney

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whitneyxroyal:

If this was her last night on this earth, then at least she had spent it in a good way. With her best friend, laughing and teasing and just spending time together without other worries or concerns. Thoughts of Luke entered her mind, laced with sadness and a quiet sense of despair. She’d never see him again.. never hear him laugh or feel his touch or watch his dark brown eyes as they light up with an idea or when he smiled. Now that sent her heart into a heartbreaking tailspin, made her remember that she had something to fight for, someone to fight for. Thinking of how devastated her sisters would be if she turned up dead. All three of them. How her mother would cry, might even loose her mind over the loss of another family member. No, she had to live. She just had to, even if the alternative seemed far more tempting at the moment.

“Th-They c-can’t kn.. know.” she raggedly insisted, her breath wheezing and weak. She grimaced, then groaned as the attempt to sit up a little straighter than before was one demanding more fight than her body had left. Listening to him on the other line, she would have laughed if without the knowledge of how much that would hurt. “Let’s h-hope s-so.” Could stubbornness get her trough this? Could it get any of them trough this? Forcing her eyes to stay open she let them search for any sign of life around her. Anyone she might call for or who might come and keep her company while she waited. Her hand holding the phone was shaking so hard now, limbs resisting and complaining loudly. 

There. Movement. “J-Jackie?” she whispered, holding onto the phone still, right up until the moment he emerged from the shadow with some elderly man beside him. Her hand slid back down to the ground, the phone hitting the pavement with a loud ‘smack’. He was here. She had held on. She wasn’t alone anymore. “H-Hi.” Licking her swollen lips, Whit glanced from the car driving up to Jackie’s clear blue eyes. “Its g-gon-na h-hurt -ei-either way.” she pointed out, mentally preparing herself for the pain her limbs would create in objection when moved or touched. “Its f-fine.”  

Jackie was jittery, restless with an overabundance of energy and nowhere to channel it. He had to struggle to stay focused when his mind raced with a million thoughts, ranging from who he should call first, to what he’d get out of it. He frowned as his gaze skipped over her injuries, unable to get a clear view in the dark, but glimpsing enough to reach into his pocket for a small aluminum tin.

“Do you want something for the pain, love?” Jackie offered, holding out a bright, heart-shaped pill that resembled a vitamin. “I’m no doctor, but you’ll feel better.” Glancing up when his chauffeur returned, he turned back to Whitney with a rueful look. “Alright, I’m going to have to move you. Deep breath, yeah?”

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I’ll Shoot! ~ {Sophia&Jackie}

Sophia frowned slightly to herself as she pushed the key Cate had given her in the lock of the front door of the brunette’s apartment. Getting out of the hospital for just an hour was both a blessing and a curse. While she cared too much about the people in there to stay away, she was relieved to have a little fresh air and be away from the constant beeping of machines and that sterile smell that the hospital halls and rooms held. So of course when Cate had asked her to get a list of things, which included her gym bag, her yoga pants, her iPad and a book called The Art Of War, Sophia had happily obliged. Of course that was only after questioning why Cate needed her gym bag and yoga pants in the first place. Stepping into the apartment, she fumbled around for the light switch as the door swung shut behind her, but before she could find it she heard the window rattling. Looking up quickly, her heart started racing as she stared at the silhouette in the window. She couldn’t see who it was, but it was clear that someone was coming in.. and Sophia had no idea what to do. She couldn’t fight to save her life, and when it came to running she was too petrified to move, but she also couldn’t stand by as someone broke into one of her best friends apartments.  “Think Sophia.. think..” she muttered under her breath in an attempt to get her brain and body working again. Reaching out to grab the nearest thing, she found herself sticking her hand in a fruit bowl. Immediately her hands wrapped around a banana at the same time the person actually made it through the window, and she pulled it out quickly, holding it in front of her and aiming as though one would aim a loaded gun.  She stood in a beam of light shining through one of the windows, not her smartest option considering there were plenty of shadows she should have hidden in, but it was too late to move now.  “Freeze!” she called out, her voice shaking only slightly as she copied what she had seen people shout on one of the many crime shows she watched. 

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When it came down to it, Jackie spent more time at other people’s homes than he did at his own. And in spite of the fact that Cate was sequestered at the hospital, he still found reasons to visit her flat (usually to steal back the third of his wardrobe hanging in her closet). By now, he’d visited (broken in) often enough during daylight hours that he could effortlessly scale her building blind-- and considering the hour, it was a necessary skill. He knew exactly how many rungs were on the fire escape, and how far he’d have to reach to climb inside. He even remembered to avoid the potted plant by the window--

He just hadn’t expected to be held at gunpoint once he stepped over it. Jackie yelped at the sound of a voice and threw up his hands, hopping a bit to get the rest of his foot inside. “Don’t shoot! This is Burberry.” He squinted through the dark, though he knew how useless the effort was, and attempted to subtly inch towards the couch for some cover. “I have a key.” Jackie paused. “Not with me, obviously.” He gestured to the window.

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adrian-jung:

Adrian couldn’t stifle his grin as Maisie was thoroughly entertained by Jackie’s antics. “Appa says bad words a lot,” the girl giggled. “We should ground him.”

The chuckle was probably a bad idea, because Adrian immediately gasped in pain, clutching over where his stitches were healing and lightning fast pressing the button for more pain meds. God, this sucked. He couldn’t even cuddle Maisie properly when she climbed up into bed with him earlier. 

“What’s a safeword?” She asked, opening up a bag of gummy candies Jackie’d no doubt given her.

Adrian closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m going to fucking murder you, Jackie. So hard.” And when he was sure she was absorbed in her candies, he fought through the pain to push himself into a sitting position and eyed Jackie suspiciously. “Hey. Were you hurt in the bomb? Let me see it, if there’s any evidence on you. I might be drugged to all hell but I can probably give a decent checkup still.”

Jackie’s grin widened predictably at Maisie’s question, amusement flickering across his features as Adrian threatened him. “That’s a bad word!” he exclaimed in unison with Maisie, twin looks of gleeful horror facing the doctor. He gave the balloon animal to the girl, murmuring his thanks when she offered him a handful of candy in return.

“It’s been three days, and I’ve got a whole hospital’s worth of doctors at my disposal,” Jackie snorted, eyeing Adrian as the man struggled to sit up. Climbing onto the bed by the other’s hip, he was careful not to jostle Adrian’s injures as he reached out to stop the man with a finger to the chest. “I’m fine, mate. What do you think you’re trying to do? You can barely move.”

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jack-is-back:

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. 

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?”