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26 | she/they

[xthepittlingx]

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Ready or not

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[plutoflwrs]

ok I've been looking at these for too long😖

[wolfinnit]

They let him out of his cage to film a McDonald’s review

He ate the shit out that burger

[xthepittlingx]

Sweet, anxious reader who prefers to bring a stuffed animal with them wherever they go - the plush practically deflated and matted from all the cuddles, but it still meant the world to them all the same.

Maybe because it had been Michael that had offered it to them in place of harmful habits like chewing the skin around their nails or the fact they often left their poor lips sore from sucking the bottom one between their teeth and biting down on the sensitive flesh.

He'd slipped it into their arms after a round or two in their shared bed, smiling ear to ear when they instantly took to it and nuzzled their nose into the curls of it's fur despite the sweat that dribbled along their skin. A friend in the form of a tiny, stuffing filled creature.

Did they care about the looks and the sneers they got when they were out and about with said gift? Not really. After all, Mikey had told them from the start that the beloved ball of fluff was their saving grace, an aid given to end the self-inflicted pain.

And they well and truly believed in the magic he'd breathed into it.

[kurokothisskurokothatt]

Dad!Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Mom!Reader

TW: poorly written smut, humping??

a/n: I saw a woman on tiktok post a video of her on one of those workout balls that are super huge and bouncy. She was recording and her husband was watching her, he said “Is that thing recording?” when she said yes, he replied “oh sorry im just staring at your ass”. And i immediately thoughts of simon.

It’s been 10 minutes of you bouncing on that ball, in Simon’s office. You were officially 27 weeks pregnant, stage 4. You were in your prime, clear skin and beautiful hair.

Simon was working on paper work as you rolled your hips on the ball. Simon stopped and stared.

“Si?”

“Hm?”

“Whatcha Doing?”

“Staring at your ass.” You chuckle at your husband’s honesty.

“Come here, baby.”

You stand and walk over to him. He guides you to sit on one of his legs.

“Let me know if im too heavy.” You say.

“Baby, you aren’t heavy.”

“Im literally carrying another person, in me.”

“Shhh..”

You lay your head on his shoulder, as he continues to work. Not intentionally, you move your hips and a small puff of air leaves your lips. It’s followed by a whine.

“Si..”

“What, baby?”

“Can i?” You begin rolling your hips on his leg. Grinding your clothed, needy cunt into him. He nods and rest a hand on your waist.

You grind on him, letting out small moans. The friction from your pants rub your clit. You get that feeling in your stomach, telling your close but cant tip over that edge. Sweat trickles down your forehead as you hump him faster.

Eventually, one of Simon’s hands snake around your pregnant stomach to support you while you relieve yourself.

“Simon… I can’t”

“Yes you can.” You whine in frustration.

His hand slips under your pants and underwear. He slowly and carefully runs a finger between your puffy lips, before finally rubbing sweet circles on your clit.

“Simon!”

“Shhh, can’t have anyone hearing you. Now can we?”

Without warning, two fingers plunge into your heat. You bite and suck on Simon’s neck to keep yourself from making noises.

“Gonna cum, baby?” He curls his fingers, finding that spongy spot in you.

You arch, “yes, yes, yes!”

“Cum.”

That one word sends you over the edge.

Your breathing heavily into Simon’s neck, whispering little ‘Thank you’ s

“Did so good baby. After you pop out this baby, I’m putting another one in.”

a/n: This was my first time writing smut, idk if it was good or not. Im still processing that im actually posting this. Lmk if you’d like more or if you think i should stick to fluff. Also I’ve never done anything, so im solely going off of other pieces of writing. Please be honest on if this was good. Have a wonderful day/night!!💕💕

Taglist!!: @xoxocelestial @figaaa6 @mrwagster @damonlore

Divider Creds!!: @starrliqhtt

(Not proof read)

[lxvvie]

Phillip Graves loves to watch you touch yourself. Better than any fuckin' movie or concert or show or whatever the fuck he's seen before. Horny bastard pops a cold one, leans back in his chair, and gets comfortable, smugness and arousal emanating off him in droves. Eye contact steady, he gives you the green light in that drawl of his.

"Gimme a show, darlin'..."

[lxvvie]

And when you're done, and the aftershock of your orgasm leaves you shivering and whimpering, Graves takes a final swig of his beer. Like a predator that's found its prey, he stalks over, and you see the outline of his dick straining against the fabric of his pants. He hovers over you, smirking something darker, primal, and that drawl is deeper, more pronounced.

"Open up, baby."

Tentatively, you open your still trembling thighs wider, and Graves deliberately ambles his way down and makes himself at home between your legs. He tastes some of the finest southern cuisine on the fuckin' planet. You gasp brokenly.

His eyes never leave yours the entire time.

[graywrenhart]

thinking about simon riley getting jealous of the things you put in your mouth...

Simon should really look away. 

But he can’t. Because the way your lips close around that grenade pin, teeth gripping the metal as you jerk your head back and pull it free? Well, it has him thinking dangerous things.

He can’t tear his eyes away from you as you throw it right into the enemy’s pile of ammo and it explodes with a deafening boom. And when you turn to him, framed in fire, a triumphant smile on that pretty mouth? 

He’s done for. 

Back on base, it’s pure coincidence that he walks past the gym and sees you inside, giving the punching bag hell. His boots falter as you whip around, focused and mean, and strike the bag with your glove hard. The impact rattles the chain and stirs hot, wicked embers deep in his gut. 

Suddenly, you turn, eyes snapping to his through the window. But Simon can’t bring himself to move. Slowly, you raise your hand and rip the velcro strap of your glove back with your teeth, pulling it tighter around your wrist.

The tension finally comes to a head late one night at the range. You’re there with your newly issued Glock, putting a few rounds through it before the op the next day when he silently chooses the lane next to yours, despite all the rest being empty. 

You don’t say anything, but your eyes flick to his under his mask as you bring a bullet to your lips. You tuck the blunt end between your canines, cock the chamber back, and then proceed to drop the bullet into the gun.

Simon watches you, his gaze catching on the purse of your lips, your lashes brushing your cheeks as you grab another and place it into the slot with your mouth, the way your tongue darts out to lick your bottom lip to taste the gunpowder—

Suddenly, he’s moving, shoving his way into your lane and plucking the bullet from your lips with two gloved fingers. 

“Want somethin’  in your mouth so bad?” he grunts. “All you have’ta do is ask.”

“God, Ghost,” you groan, hands already fumbling with his belt. “Fucking finally—”

[proudestof]

ooh. okay.

[noah-wyles]

noah papped at craig's in west hollywood last night

[doesthemoonhaveeyes]

dennis being a wingman for trinity at the gay bar is so funny to me, because he is so goddamn awkward.

i just imagine that he just goes up to pretty ladies at the bar,points to trinity,tells them " my friend over there likes you", then looks at them like this

(it works 85 percent of the time trust me)

[from-the-abbot-to-the-pope]

He’s like those kids in hallmark movies running up to ladies and asking them to be their new mom

[xthepittlingx]

Robby coming home from his sabbatical unscathed and with a clearer mind was all thanks to Dennis. His sweet eyes, his toothy smiles, the way he let his hair grow out a few more inches all because Michael had said he liked it longer.

A gorgeous, baby-faced boy that the older man had no right missing the way that he did.

He remembered the exact night he had pulled into his driveway. Fatigue clawing at his skin and the vibrations of his bike still thrumming through his insides as he unlocked the door and headed inside. Darkness had engulfed the hallway where he shrugged off his backpack and all he could hear was a faint hum of classical music from the livingroom.

That's where he had found a curled up, fast asleep Whitaker - a glass of barely drunk red wine on the coffee table and a vinyl record spinning on the player. One of his favourites that was well-thumbed from the number of times he'd tugged it down from the shelf.

The domesticity of it was almost a sight for sore eyes.

Now? He always comes home with Dennis at his side, both of them eager to slip from their work clothes and settle on the sofa together. If he was feeling brave enough, he'd let his thick digits find the hair at the nape of the smaller man's neck, curling them into it to ground himself.

He was safe, he was alive, and he was sharing his space with someone he trusted.

[acecroft]

Ready or Not 2: Here I Come (2026) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett

[xthepittlingx]

Praise kink! John Carter who practically glows when you tell him he did a good job suturing up a recent patient who had come in with an open, oozing crack to the head. He had done a thorough clean, and the line work of his stitches meant the scar would heal into something barely noticeable.

Praise kink! John Carter who practically creams his boxers when you offer him a smile and an "you did amazing today, Carter."

Praise kink! John Carter who can barely contain the happy little bounce on his heels when you hand him a bottle of champagne to celebrate his first major procedure that went incredibly smooth all thanks to his steady hand and eagerness to learn.

Praise kink! John Carter who, unbeknownst to everyone else, sometimes excuses himself to find the nearest hospital bathroom so he can fist his aching cock - thinking about all the sweet words and approval you offer to keep his spirits high.

[effervescent-fool]

pope + text posts (part 2)

[dirtyb1rdy]

—my man of mystery 🤍

maid of honor duties:

organising the bachelorette ✓ calming the bride ✓ not fucking the best man ✓

wc: 6.7k

tags: texting, gentleman jack abbot, maid of honour!reader, slowish burn, eventual smut, dating, unprotected p in v, fingering, blowjobs, no age gap mentioned

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monday

The wedding had come around far quicker than you expected.

Your best friend had been dreaming about this day since she was fifteen, long before there’d ever been a ring on her finger. She’d planned the dress, decided on the venue and even had opinions on the hors d’oeuvres that would be passed around on silver platters during the reception. By the time her fiancé proposed, she already had a guest list tucked away somewhere and at least three pinterest boards dedicated to centrepieces alone.

So, really, you shouldn’t have been surprised when she ran the wedding like a military operation.

As her maid of honour, you’d been promoted to second-in-command. There were group chats for every task, weekly coffee dates spent debating whether the invitations should be cream or ecru, despite the fact they looked exactly the same, and enough colour-coded spreadsheets to make a project manager weep with pride. She may as well have handed you a headset and started calling you Monica Gellar.

Not that you minded.

You happily accompanied her to cake tastings and offered diplomatic advice when seating plans threatened to reignite decade-old family feuds. Being maid of honour wasn’t just a title to you. It was a responsibility, and you intended to do it properly.

Still, even you had to admit she’d gone a little overboard when your phone buzzed with a notification announcing you’d been added to your seventh WhatsApp group.

bridesmaids x groomsmen 🤍

Apparently this one existed solely to pair everyone up before the wedding.

You frowned at the screen.

It wasn’t exactly as though you needed weeks of preparation to walk down an aisle beside someone. Surely introducing yourselves five minutes before the ceremony would suffice. Clearly not.

Five minutes later a lengthy message from Katy appeared...

hey all! we're only a week away from the big day, so you know what that means… time for matchmakers! 💍

i've dropped a list below of all you lovely bridesmaids and your corresponding groomsmen. i'm pretty sure most of you know each other already, but if not, pleeease make sure you have a chat before next weekend. i don’t want any awkwardness down the aisle!!!

love you all! xoxo katy 💋

A laugh escaped you. Trust Katy to treat introductions like another item on the wedding itinerary.

You didn't have to look far for your name, sat in bold at the very top with MOH next to it. Cute.

Your gaze drifted across the page to the name beside yours.

jack - BM

You frowned again. Katy had said everyone already knew each other.

You didn’t know a Jack.

Curiosity getting the better of you, you tapped on the name to open his contact.

Nothing. No profile picture. No status. Just a phone number and one solitary word.

Jack.

Helpful. You tilted your head at the screen.

“Who… are you?” you murmured to yourself.

For someone important enough to be the best man, he was remarkably mysterious.

You tried to think back to any mention of a Jack. High school? University? Work? Somewhere in passing over the years? But Katy and Matt collected friends wherever they went, the sort of couple who could strike up a conversation in a queue and leave with an invitation to dinner. Jack could’ve been anyone.

Eventually, you decided it wasn’t really your problem.

You’d introduce yourself before the ceremony, exchange the obligatory pleasantries, walk down the aisle together and that would be that.

Your phone buzzed before you’d even set it back down.

An unsaved number. Curiosity won.

Hi. Katy’s orders. Apparently we’re supposed to become friends before next Saturday?

I’m Jack

A smile tugged at your lips.

wow… you’re real

The reply came almost instantly.

Jack:

Last time I checked

Although Katy’s got enough spreadsheets to convince me we’re all just NPCs in this wedding

A laugh escaped you.

So, he was funny.

You saved his contact, half expecting a profile picture to magically appear. But nothing. No photo. No status. Just Jack.

The mystery lived on.

honestly, maid of honour duties are keeping me up at night 🫩

Jack:

Can’t say Matt’s got me working quite as hard. Guess I lucked out?

if u fancy swapping the suit for a bridesmaid’s dress, i'm sure we could come to some sort of arrangement...

Jack:

I’m in.

You smiled to yourself.

As first conversations went, this one was surprisingly easy. There was none of the awkward small talk Katy had clearly been trying to avoid. Instead, every message seemed to slot another tiny piece into the image you’d started building in your head.

Funny. Quick-witted. Entirely faceless.

so… how do you know matt anyway?

bit surprised i've never heard of you before today, considering you’re the best man

A typing bubble appeared and disappeared.

Then came his reply.

Jack:

Ouch. That stings a little

You grinned.

Jack:

Kidding. Honestly, I was surprised too. Thought his brother would’ve got the gig

Another pause.

Jack:

I’ve only known him a couple of years. Helped him out after he had that accident a while back

You frowned at the screen.

That accident.

That was one way of putting it.

It's been a horrific three-car pile up. Matt had been trapped behind the steering wheel while emergency services fought to free him. He’d spent weeks in hospital recovering, and afterwards Katy never stopped talking about the guy who’d pulled him from the wreckage, kept him alive until the ambulance arrived and refused to leave his side.

She’d called him a miracle more than once.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard.

wait

you're that guy

There was a brief pause before his reply arrived.

Jack:

That guy?

the guy who literally stopped matt from dying

Jack:

Guilty as charged

You stared at the screen for a moment.

Well that certainly explained the best man title.

From everything Katy had told you, Matt had made a point of staying in touch after he recovered. What had started as gratitude had slowly turned into an unlikely friendship, one that had clearly become important enough for Jack to be standing beside him on his wedding day.

jesus didn't realise i was texting a real-life hero

His reply appeared almost immediately.

Jack:

Not a hero. Just a doctor :)

It should’ve sounded unbearably cheesy but instead, it was somehow the most impressive thing you’d heard all week.

Another piece of the Jack-shaped puzzle quietly clicked into place.

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tuesday

You woke early the next morning, rolling over to savour the last few peaceful minutes before your alarm dragged you into the day.

More out of habit than expectation, you reached for your phone.

No new messages.

You weren’t sure why that disappointed you.

Last night’s conversation with Jack had been… nice. Surprisingly easy. The kind of conversation that left you smiling at your screen without really noticing.

You slipped your phone back onto the bedside table and got on with your morning, went to work and about your business.

By 10:30, you’d almost forgotten about it.

Then your phone buzzed.

Jack:

Morning

A second message followed almost immediately.

Jack:

Just remembered we’re supposed to spend an entire day together on Saturday

A smile found its way onto your face before you’d even started typing.

bit late to back out now…

His reply came within seconds.

Jack:

Shame. I was hoping you’d be unbearable so I’d have an excuse

You huffed a laugh.

give me time x

The tiny blue haha reaction popped up above your message.

Well. At least he appreciated your sense of humour.

Jack:

I was going to say… we’re spending a whole day together and I don’t actually know much about you

You have my story

hardly!

Jack:

Well the important bits

You rolled your eyes.

what, that you’re a doctor who saves lives? very impressive but limited I'm afraid

i'm going to need more than that

Jack:

Alright then. What do you want to know?

You didn’t even have to think about it.

first celebrity crush. fave drink. best holiday you’ve ever been on. go

The typing bubble appeared almost instantly.

Jack:

Sounds less like getting to know each other and more like you’re preparing for one hell of a date...

Heat crept into your cheeks despite yourself.

answer the questions!!!

Jack:

Sarah Connor

Saw Terminator at the cinema when I was about ten and thought she was the coolest person on Earth

You blinked. That wasn’t the answer you’d expected.

Jack:

Bourbon. I know, I’m painfully predictable

And Italy

Most beautiful place I’ve ever been

You smiled as you read each message, the puzzle coming together piece by piece.

Jack:

Your turn.

afraid i have a meeting now

you'll have to wait 🤗

Jack:

You're a cruel woman

By the time your meeting finally wrapped up, you’d forgotten all about your unfinished interrogation.

It wasn’t until you collapsed onto your sofa that evening, kicking your shoes off with a sigh, that your phone lit up once again.

Jack:

Right

I’ve waited long enough

Pay up

You frowned at the screen for a second before remembering.

Oh. The little Q&A you had going on before you had to slip off to work.

A grin spread across your face as you unlocked your phone.

demanding, aren’t we?

Jack:

I’ve been told patience is a virtue

Unfortunately I work in an emergency department, so mine’s been worn dangerously thin

You laughed.

fine 😤

celeb crush… orlando bloom but specifically POTC orlando bloom

His reply arrived before you could even start thinking about the next answer.

Jack:

The fuck is POTC? Did he have an illness?

You snorted.

pirates of the caribbean you idiot

😭😭😭

Jack:

Jesus I'm old

Anyway, next

...... wow

fave drink spicy marg, a classic?

then best vacation probably greece

went to a tiny island, all white buildings and clear ocean it was unbelievable

A minute passed before another message appeared.

Jack:

You strike me as someone who plans a vacation down to the minute....

You frowned.

excuse me?

Jack:

Colour coded itineries, packing half your closet, arriving to the airport four hours before your flight?

You stared at your phone in mild offence.

who have you been talking to?

Jack:

No one...

Lucky guess?

You were almost annoyed he had you figured out already.

three hours early

and the itinerary is only to get the most out of the vacation

everyone is grateful for it ok

A blue haha appeared over the middle text.

Jack:

Knew it

alright then, mr knows absolutely everything

tell me something about yourself i couldn’t POSSIBLY guess

The typing bubble must have stopped and appeared ten times before finally-

Jack:

I’ve never seen Titanic

Woah too far. Is this a red flag?

get out

Jack:

Never seen Star Wars either

i don't care about that one but titanic ???

where have you been

your name is literally jack did people not taunt you in the 90s

Jack:

They did and that's exactly why I haven't seen it

Fuck that movie, I've heard there was more than enough room on that door

The conversation drifted on from there. You told each other all the important stuff: Jack's first concert was Pearl Jam, the story where you totalled your first car at seventeen, how Jack is a military man but has a deadly hatred of fish.

You'd laughed hard at that. He got you back when you confessed once peed your pants at a Dairy Queen over the age of twenty. He asked for more details and you obviously declined.

Before long, another hour has passed. It felt strange, the idea that you were getting on so well with this man after a mere two days of texting.

You’d never met him.

You still had no idea what colour his eyes were, whether he was tall or short, whether he gestured when he talked or smiled with dimples or laugh lines.

And yet, somehow, the faceless contact labelled Jack was becoming the person you found yourself looking for whenever your phone buzzed.

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wednesday

T-minus four days until the wedding of the century.

When you’d first started texting Jack, it had been because Katy insisted the bridal party got acquainted before Saturday but now, neither of you had mentioned the wedding once.

Your phone buzzed just after seven.

Jack:

Morning

Hope your coffee’s better than mine...

A photo followed. The paper cup balanced on the nurses’ station looked as miserable as the coffee inside it probably tasted.

You laughed to yourself before replying with a picture of your own mug. Unlike his, yours was pink with little blue flowers painted around the rim.

Jack:

Much better

Jealous already

You didn’t know it, but Jack found himself smiling at his phone before he’d even looked at the mug. Instead, his eyes had landed on your hand wrapped around it, the neat manicure and silver rings on your fingers, the tiny glimpse into the life of someone he’d somehow become accustomed to talking to.

Wednesday slipped by in the same easy rhythm the last couple of days had settled into.

You learnt that Jack worked nights, meaning his first message usually arrived just as he was finishing his shift. Every morning you’d remind him that drinking coffee immediately before bed was a terrible idea.

Every morning he’d ignore you.

When you sent him a photo of the sandwich you’d picked up from the deli opposite your office, he told you it was his favourite lunch spot whenever he found himself nearby.

Later that evening, he sent a picture of his dinner.

The logo in the corner of the takeaway bag made you laugh.

no way. that's my favourite thai place!

Jack:

Good taste

i'd say the same to you

It was strange how often your lives seemed to overlap. Favourite cafés and the same takeaways. The same terrible habit of skipping lunch when work got busy.

None of it was particularly significant on its own, but each little coincidence felt like another thread quietly weaving the two of you together.

By the time evening rolled around and Jack was on shift, his messages became less frequent.

You understood that and yet you caught yourself glancing at your phone more often than you cared to admit, almost expecting it to light up.

It didn’t.

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thursday

By Thursday morning, reaching for your phone before you’d even opened the curtains had become second nature.

Usually, Jack beat you to it.

Today, he didn’t.

You decided to take advantage of the rare opportunity.

had the most boring evening last night because SOMEONE decided not to text me

You hit send before you could overthink it. Thirty minutes passed before your phone buzzed.

He was probably drifting in and out of sleep after another night shift.

Jack:

I can only apologise

Think half of Pittsburgh decided to walk into the ED last night

Your smile softened. It was easy to forget sometimes.

Over the past few days, Jack had become the man who complained about hospital coffee, debated which movies were actually classics and spammed your messages with a whole lot of Hahas.

Then he’d casually remind you that his day (or night) job involved keeping people alive.

It was… admittedly rather attractive.

suppose i'll forgive you

The typing bubble appeared almost immediately.

Think it means I owe you a drink?

You grinned.

at the free bar on saturday?

don't spend all your doctor money on me sir

Jack:

I wasn’t actually thinking about the wedding...

Your thumb hovered over the screen as you read the message again.

And then one more arrived.

That’s assuming you don’t hate me in person

If you don’t… I’d quite like to take you out properly

You stared at the words for a moment longer than you’d care to admit.

A week ago, Jack had been nothing more than a name in a WhatsApp group and now, somehow, the thought of meeting him had you smiling at your phone like an idiot.

Then you realised you hadn't replied.

The truth was, you didn’t know how.

One minute you were debating favourite vacations and celebrity crushes, the next Jack was talking about taking you on a date. It wasn’t exactly the direction you’d expected the conversation to take with a man you’d only known for four days and only through a phone screen.

Your thumbs hovered over the keyboard. You typed then deleted it. Tried again and deleted that too.

Eventually, you settled on the approach that seemed to define the two of you best.

Light-hearted sarcasm.

bold of you to assume I’m even going to like you in person?

Jack:

I’m choosing to ignore that

A smile tugged at your lips.

you should x

Jack:

Good

Because I’d already started thinking about where I’d take you

You let out a quiet breath, suddenly very aware of the warmth spreading across your cheeks.

Before you could dwell on it too much, you steered the conversation back onto safer ground.

you're terrible at this flirting thing you know

Jack:

Who said I was flirting?

oh pleeeease

Jack:

Fine

Maybe a little

You spoke again that evening.

Jack was already back at work when another photo dropped into the chat. This one from the ambulance bay.

Darkness had settled over the hospital, the glow from the automatic doors spilling across the wet tarmac outside. He wasn’t in the picture, not really, but when you looked closer you caught the faintest reflection in the glass.

Just enough to make out the outline of his figure standing with one hand in his pocket.

A flash of metal hung around his neck, catching the fluorescent light. His stethoscope, you assumed.

looks exciting!

Jack:

Don’t jinx me

sorry

hope your evening is full of stubbed toes and minor headaches

A blue Haha reaction appeared before his reply.

Jack:

That’s oddly specific

i'm just trying to manifest an easy shift for you

Jack:

Much appreciated

The conversation drifted on long after that, jumping from one meaningless topic to the next any time he managed to sneak a break with his phone.

The last thing you sent him that night was a rambling commentary on the sitcom he’d admitted to watching whenever his head was too fried after work to concentrate on anything else.

You’d finally given it a go and apparently it did the trick.

You never saw his reply.

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friday

You’d booked the day off months ago.

Between the salon appointment, packing an overnight bag for the wedding hotel and making sure everything at work had been handed over before the weekend, there was plenty to do.

For the first time all week, you let yourself sleep in.

It was nearly nine thirty when you finally reached for your phone to see two unread voice notes from Jack. Both sent at 7:16 a.m.

A smile found you before you’d even pressed play.

Voice message (0:12)

“Just driving home from the hospital. Figured this was easier than texting…”

“You can thank me later for recommending that sleep-inducing TV show.”

You could hear the quiet hum of the engine beneath his voice, punctuated every now and then by the steady click of his turn signal.

For a moment, it felt strangely intimate. Like you were sitting in the passenger seat beside him.

The second voice note was even shorter.

Voice message (0:15)

“One more thing…”

There was a pause, as though he’d almost forgotten.

“Hope you’re wearing comfortable shoes tomorrow.”

You heard him laugh quietly to himself.

“Matt sent me the wedding playlist. I'm definitely stealing you for a dance.”

You replayed that one. Then, before you could stop yourself… you played it four more times.

You texted him back to tell him your heels were six inches high, but you’d endure the pain for him.

There was no reply.

Jack was almost certainly asleep by then, finally home after another night shift, so you slipped your phone into your bag and got on with your day.

There was plenty to keep you occupied.

You packed your overnight bag, headed to the salon for your hair appointment and fielded what felt like a hundred phone calls from Katy, each one another last minute check to make sure everything was exactly as she’d imagined.

Not that there was even much left to organise.

By that evening, you’d checked into the hotel where the bridal party would be staying. Tonight was reserved for celebratory drinks; tomorrow morning would begin before sunrise with hair, makeup and enough champagne to calm eight nervous women before the biggest day of Katy’s life.

Jack, meanwhile, slept through most of the afternoon and thankfully had the night off.

The last thing you wanted was for the best man to arrive straight from the ED looking as though he’d survived the apocalypse.

Matt had organised beers with the groomsmen instead, the plan being for them all to arrive fresh or fresh enough on Saturday morning.

Tomorrow.

The thought made your stomach flutter and now because of the wedding. Tomorrow, you’d finally see him. The anticipation was equal parts exciting and terrifying.

Your phone lit up later that evening.

Jack:

Think I’ve had enough sleep to last me a lifetime today

Consider my wedding prep complete

From your hotel room, you snapped a quick picture of your fresh manicure wrapped around the handle of your overnight bag.

mine too!

A moment later a little pink heart appeared on the picture and you paused. He’d never reacted to one of your pictures before.

Jack:

Is it crazy to say I’m really excited to see you tomorrow?

Your heart gave an inconvenient little flip even though you wanted to play this cool.

i have that effect on people

A few seconds passed before you sent another message.

but seriously… i'm excited to see you too

i's say we’ve followed katy's orders pretty well. hopefully we know each other well enough to survive walking down the aisle together

Somewhere along the way, you’d both forgotten this conversation had started because someone else told you to.

An hour later, you found yourself surrounded by six bridesmaids and one very emotional bride.

The hotel bar buzzed with conversation as spicy margs appeared one after another, glasses clinking together in toast after toast.

To Katy. To Matt. To the years that led them here.

Stories were shared, embarrassing memories dragged back into the light and every so often Katy dabbed at the corners of her eyes before insisting she absolutely wasn’t crying.

You were having a wonderful time.

Even so… your phone remained face up beside your glass.

Every time it lit up with Jack, you found yourself smiling before you’d even read the message.

You spent the evening updating each other from opposite sides of the wedding.

He complained about the groomsmen and you sent him photographs of increasingly chaotic bridesmaids.

He rated the beers. You rated the cocktails.

By the time midnight rolled around, you’d both had enough drinks that the conversation lost some of its usual sarcasm.

A new message appeared.

Jack:

There’s something I should probably tell you before tomorrow

Your smile faded.

Jack:

It’s always the awkward part of meeting someone new… but I’d rather you heard it from me than saw it

A knot tightened in your stomach. Your mind immediately leapt to every worst-case scenario imaginable. Secret girlfriend. Children. Something that would make the last week feel very different.

You swallowed.

okay…?

The typing bubble lingered for a long time.

Jack:

You know I was in the military. Two tours overseas

Well… I was medically discharged after I lost my leg

It’s amputated below the knee

I get around fine, but I limp if I’ve been on my feet too long

I just didn’t want tomorrow to be the first time you noticed

You stared at the screen. For reasons you couldn’t quite explain, your eyes stung. Not because it changed anything but because it didn’t.

You wished, more than anything, that he wasn’t several miles away.

jack :(

if you think that’s going to make me like you any less, you’ve got another thing coming

thank you for telling me. i can’t imagine that’s an easy conversation to have with someone you’ve only just met

if anything… i think you’re even braver than i already thought ❤️

His reply came almost instantly.

Jack:

First of all…

We’re not strangers anymore

You smiled.

Jack:

Secondly…

If I’d known losing a leg was worth a red heart, I’d have mentioned it on Monday

The laugh escaped before you could stop it and a few heads turned around the table.

“Sorry,” you grinned, quickly setting your phone face down. "Carry on.”

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saturday 💍

You were awake before dawn.

Champagne flutes filled, music drifted through the bridal suite and someone was already laughing before hair and makeup had even begun. Katy was first in the chair, as she’d insisted, while you floated between topping up glasses and making sure everyone had actually eaten something.

When she finally stepped into her dress, the room fell quiet.

You’d seen it at every fitting, pinned and clipped and half-finished, but nothing compared to seeing it now.

Pearls scattered delicately across her collarbones, the corseted bodice cinching perfectly at her waist before falling into a lace train that seemed to glide across the floor behind her.

For a moment, all you could do was look at your best friend.

“You are absolutely not crying before I walk down that aisle,” Katy warned, catching your expression in the mirror.

You laughed, blinking quickly.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m… emotional.”

She rolled her eyes affectionately.

“You’re going to ruin your makeup before I ruin mine.”

The bridesmaids slipped into sage green dresses that morning, soft satin catching the light as everyone fussed over zips, earrings and bouquets. Yours skimmed perfectly over your figure, the colour making your eyes appear brighter than usual.

The morning passed in a whirlwind and you barely looked at your phone. There simply wasn’t time.

Somewhere amongst the chaos, Jack arrived with the other groomsmen an hour before the ceremony, but the two of you remained on opposite sides of the hotel.

The calm disappeared as bouquets were handed out and the mother of the bride burst into tears.

As maid of honour, you became the unofficial shepherd, ushering everyone towards the courtyard before anyone had the chance to wander off.

Only when everyone was lined up did you finally stop moving.

You straightened Katy’s veil one last time, adjusted a bouquet and took a steadying breath.

A quiet cough sounded behind you.

“I’m looking for the maid of honour.”

The voice was instantly familiar. Youturned.

Oh. So this was Jack.

Silver threaded through dark hair, a perfectly tailored suit sitting effortlessly across broad shoulders, the sage green pocket square matching your dress exactly. A dusting of stubble framed a smile you’d already decided was dangerous.

He looked every bit as confident as he sounded over text. Maybe more.

His gaze met yours with unmistakable recognition, lingering just long enough to make your stomach flip.

“Heard I’ve got the best seat in the house,” he added. “Walking down the aisle with her.”

You smiled before you even realised you were doing it.

“Ah… my mystery man.”

Stepping towards him, you extended your hand.

“Nice to finally meet you.”

He looked at your hand, then back at you, a grin spreading across his face.

“I think we’ve earned more than a handshake.”

Even so, he took it. His hand was warm.

“Pleasure’s all mine.”

Before either of you could say another word-

“Places!” Katy’s wedding coordinator clapped her hands and everyone hurried into position.

Jack offered his arm without a word and you slipped yours through it instinctively before instrumental version of Bittersweet Symphony floated through the speakers.

You glanced sideways.

“Very Katy.”

He chuckled. “I was thinking exactly the same thing.”

Then the doors opened and you stepped forward together.

Petals lined the aisle, every familiar face turning to watch as you walked towards the ceremony.

Halfway down, Jack leaned in ever so slightly.

“And she thought this was going to be awkward.”

You laughed under your breath.

“Shows what she knows"

The ceremony passed in a blur.

You watched Katy and Matt exchange vows through misty eyes, smiling as Jack stepped forward to hand over the rings.

Every so often, you’d glance across the altar.

Every time, his eyes were already on you.

Then the reception arrived in a flurry of hugs, photographs and champagne.

You barely saw Jack for the next hour.

There were veils to collect, makeup to fix ans guests to direct. Only once everyone had settled into the reception room did you finally escape to the bar.

“Spicy margarita?”

You turned and smiled.

“You remembered. Bourbon?”

His smile widened. “You remembered too.”

The bartender slid both drinks across and for moment, neither of you spoke. You simply looked at each other.

“So?” Jack asked eventually.

“So?”

“Does the mystery man live up to expectations?”

You pretended to think about it.

“The jury’s still out.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “Fair.”

“And what about you?”

He took a slow sip of bourbon.

“I think she’s even better than I imagined.”

Heat crept into your cheeks. Thankfully, the music swelled before you had to answer.

Jack set his glass down.

“Come on.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Dance floor.”

“Bossy.”

“So I’ve been told.”

You laughed and followed him anyway.

The song wasn’t anything special, just another upbeat wedding classic, but somehow that didn’t matter.

His hand settled carefully against your waist as yours rested on his shoulder. Your fingers intertwined.

“I’ve been looking forward to this all week,” he admitted.

“What? The questionable DJ?”

His smile softened. “No.” His eyes held yours.“You.”

The word settled somewhere hot in your belly.

“You must’ve had a very quiet week.”

“I didn’t.”

“I know.”

He smiled again.

“I still meant it.”

You looked away, suddenly fascinated by the fairy lights overhead.

“You’re a good dancer.”

“I practised.”

“You practised?”

He shrugged. “Didn’t want to let you down.”

His thumb brushed absentmindedly against your waist and you felt your heart responde immediately.

Everything around you seemed to fade into the background. The music, conversations, clinking glasses.

There was only him.

His eyes drifted to your lips before meeting yours again. You smirked when you caught him.

“You’re even prettier than I pictured.”

Your breath caught.

“I could say exactly the same about you.”

He laughed quietly. “Best compliment I’ve had all month.”

Several songs later, applause interrupted as speeches were announced.

Reluctantly, you left the dance floor as champagne appeared in your hand and guests settled into their seats.

Then, without a word, warm fingers slipped between yours. You looked down. Jack gave your hand the gentlest squeeze before nodding towards the hallway.

Questioning, you followed.

The noise faded with every step until only distant laughter filtered through the closed doors behind you.

He stopped, turning to face you.

“Jack…” you whispered. “What are we doing? Katy’s going to come looking for us.”

He took one small step closer.

“I’ve wanted to do something for a while.” His eyes dropped briefly to your lips. “I just couldn’t do it in there.”

Your pulse hammered. “Yeah?”

His smile was almost imperceptible.

“Yeah.”

Jack closed the distance between you, soft lips grazing yours in a kiss that felt both so gentle and hot. His thick hands snaked around your waist, pulling your body in and he almost gasped when your fingers found his curls.

He pulled away slightly, forehead resting against yours, lips stained with the pale blush of your gloss and you could've sworn you heard him utter an almost silent fuck under his breath.

"Been thinking about that for too long." He confessed.

"So since Wednesday?" You jibed.

He shook his head, laughing softly.

The main doors burst open, music flooding the hall again.

"We better get back." You didn't want to. You could've stayed here all night with Jack, savouring his taste.

He reluctantly agreed, following you back inside.

The wedding was everything Katy had imagined it to be yet it had been even better for you.

Everyone grew drunk and leery, the music became more danceable and empty shots lay littered across white table cloths.

It was around 1am when Jack walked you to your room. You were tipsy, not drunk, swaying nicely through the hotel lobby with your heels hooked through your fingers.

You stood side by side in the elevator, watching the floors pass in silence, the brush of his arm against yours covered them in goosebumps.

Then you were there, outside your hotel room, fishing for the plastic key strewn into your clutch bag. The door flashed green as you swiped, pushing the handle to open it just a crack.

After everything you'd learnt about Jack, the thing that stood out the most was his chivalry. The true definition of a gentleman. He walked you up here without even a hint at wanting to come inside, no matter how much he hoped you'd ask.

You stood, lip bitten, studying his face with such intent.

Then you kissed him again. This time different to downstairs, hotter and messier, you gripped his shirt until your knuckles paled. Even then, he didn't push you into the room, letting you lead, looking into your eyes for acceptance when you pulled away.

"Need you to come inside." You panted. "Please."

You didn't have to beg, he thought it sweet that you did anyway.

Then you were walking backwards, lips locked, until your calves hit the bed frame and you fell back to sit. Jack towered over you, his hand rising to cradle your face, thumb sweeping from your jaw to bottom lip.

"Beautiful girl."

You sucked his thumb into your mouth, hand lazily draped around his wrist as you pushed it in further. "And a dirty one too." He half laughed before his mouth fell open, watching you work your tongue.

You pulled it out with a pop. He was hard against his trousers, you could see that. Thick outline straining against the material and he jolted into your touch when you started to rub your palm right where his cockhead was.

"Fuuuuck," his head fell back despite your touch being so gentle. You wondered how he'd react when you took him in your mouth.

"Can I?" You whispered, hand tugging at his belt buckle.

He nodded, eyes dark, pupils blown.

You made short work of it, pulling the buckle open to release the buttons and slowly draw down the zip. His shirt was untucked and you could see the light dusting of hair leading south. Suddenly you were aware of the slickness between your own legs.

You freed him from his boxers, a little taken aback by the size of him, swallowing thickly as he stood in front of you. Hard and girthy, tip reddened from your teasing.

With a few slow strokes, you leant into him, tongue darting out to lick the head. His hips jumped, hand in your hair as you took your time. Your tongue trailed down his shaft, swirling the precum away. Saliva fell from your lips and you coated him entirely before taking his cock in your mouth. You held him at the base as you adjusted to his size.

"Jesus Christ baby," your head bobbed slow and deep. "Want me to cum right now? Fuck." He laughed weakly, fist tightening in your hair when he felt the back of your throat tighten around him.

You moaned at the feel, a gargled noise vibrating against skin before you sped up. He tasted so good and filled your mouth completely. You got so carried away, getting your throat fucked he had to pull you off.

"Not gonna cum in your mouth the first time baby," he panted. "Need to feel you properly."

It was the best sex you'd ever had. He undressed you so tenderly, peeled away the sodden panties, not before bringing them to his face, taking all of you in. Fingers danced over your slit, spreading your wetness until your pussy was shaking for something more.

"Jack!" You gasped when strong hands hooked under your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

His tongue found your clit with ease, licking clean circles so tightly you were panting his name and practically humping his face. You came at the first feel of his thick fingers inside you, he'd worked you so good and proper with his tongue that all it took was a deep curl of his middle finger to send you reeling, back arched, heels dug into his back.

He gave you a minute to come round, hands stroking your thighs, wandering over every inch of skin.

"That was so good baby," he cooed. "So fucking good."

"Need you to fuck me," your breaths were still shallow and hard. "Please Jack, need you inside me."

How could he refuse?

"I'm gonna baby, gonna make you feel so good." He kissed your stomach, hands ghosting your sides and making you shiver. "Just a sec okay?"

Jack turned to sit on the edge of the bed. You didn't realise until he removed his pants the rest of the way, letting them pool to the floor and reveal the prosthetic attached at the knee.

He removed it with such ease, setting it aside and rubbing the skin where it had sat.

When he turned to you, his expression was different.

"Does it bother you?"

You wanted to hold him and never let go.

"Not in the slightest." You came up to your knees, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. Your lips ghosted the shell of his ear. "Want you so bad..."

Jack fucked you til you were shaking. You took him so well, legs wrapped around his back, cock so deep it felt like he was pounding the inside of your stomach.

His moans made you wetter, the way he'd grunt on every thrust, snap his hips into you and cry out, your name being whispered over and over.

"That's it baby, just like that, so fuckin good oh my-" he stuttered, body tensing as he felt his release building. You were closer, seconds from the hardest orgasm you'd had in years, hips jolting up into him, nails dragging down his chest.

"M gonna cum Jack, you're gonna make me c-cum..."

He held all his weight on one hand beside you, sinking into the mattress. The other found your clit again, circling it frantically and in rhythm with his cock slamming into your cunt.

"Come on baby that's it, cum for me, beautiful girl, come on-"

Your vision blurred, muscles clenched, pussy throbbing around his cock. You came on him with a long drawn out cry, head pressed back into the pillow.

You were a sight for sore eyes, pussy oozing, dripping onto the sheets. Jack felt it, pulling out to fuck his fist until he was spurting hot and white over your stomach with a deep, throaty groan.

You could've cum again just from that. The way he pumped his fist, mouth agape, eyes burning into you.

It took a while to catch your breath. Both of you. Then you were laid, head on his chest, on the hotel bed. Your wedding attire strewn across the room, curtains half shut. He kissed your temple and nursed you to sleep with the soft stroke of his hands against your shoulder.

You had the best sleep of your life that night.

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[liltrinkets]

nsfw, 18+

thinking about sitting on jack abbot’s thigh, lazily rolling your hips and leaning into his chest, just enough for stimulation but not enough to actually get anywhere.

jack’s wearing his dumb cargo pants, his work phone shoved in the pocket you’re currently sitting on. you learn rather quickly that jack (the old man he is) has his phone set to vibrate. you also learn that someone is very intent on getting a hold of him.

jack realizes his phone is trapped under you, undulating and grinding into the new sensation. grins when he discovers, yes, you are wanton enough to treat his vibrating phone like a pseudo sex toy, grinding harder every time a call or text comes through.

“i should probably get that.” he murmurs, not actually making any effort to dislodge you from his thigh. you just double down, arms around his neck, pussy directly on his dumb cargo pants that you hate so much, clit catching on the rough fabric and the corner of his phone, chasing the periodic vibrations.

“gonna let me get that baby?” he teases, grabbing your hips to lift you up. you retaliate by sinking your teeth into his shoulder, fighting his grip to get your wet cunt back on his thigh.

“oh, she’s feral today,” he comments, smacking your ass once in response to the bite - jack knows it’s gonna leave a mark.

you don’t even react, focused on wiggling your way back down onto his thigh and phone, which is still vibrating through his pants. you were so close, and jack is being so mean, making you hover over the embarrassingly large wet spot you left behind.

“you’re gonna water log my phone,” jack notes, following your eyes to the wet patch. “gonna have to stick it in rice after this. how am i gonna explain to IT that my work phone is broken? tell them it’s because i have a very demanding little girl at home with the world’s wettest cunt? and that she sat on my phone like a little slut, using the vibrations to get off?” jack paused, grinning at the long whine you made, embarrassed and turned on by the idea, hips still wiggling. “is that what i’m gonna have to tell them?”

you don’t respond, mainly because you’re not sure if you can form words at this point, and finally win the war against his grip to drop back down to his thigh, cunt once again pressed hard onto the cargo pocket. you immediately start humping, only further proving jack’s point. you don’t care - you’re so close.

jack leans forward, stubble brushing your ear as he growls, “maybe i should make you tell them. call them and apologize for ruining my phone with your wet, selfish cunt. what do you think about that?”

you come - embarrassingly hard, hips stuttering against him as you continue to soak his pants, vaguely aware that jack is cooing and encouraging you as you do so.

“atta girl, so easy for me. coming just from a few calls and texts from robby,” jack rubs your back, letting you collapse into his shoulder, bright with embarrassment and exhaustion.

after a couple of minutes, jack works his hand into his pocket, slowly removing his phone, making a point to wipe the sheen off on his shirt before checking it.

“hm. lucky girl. robby said they got a hold of shen,”jack tips your chin up so you look at him, stupid smirk on his face, “he apologizes for all the calls.”

[liltrinkets]

okay i’ve been inspired to write a part 2 feat. robby. stay tuned.

[claimednotchained]

House Call: Assessment

Part 7 of the House Call series. All other parts here: Masterlist.

Jack Abbot (DBF) x f! Reader (no use of y/n) 18+ MDNI - about 4037 words.

Summary: Jack conducts an assessment and the two of you catch feelings. Your dad catches the two of you. Things go about as well as you’d expect.

CW/TW: 18+ Explicit sexual content, age gap, dad’s best friend relationship, interrupted intimacy, family conflict, emotional confrontation, strong language.

Notes: Dad arrives! Okay, this one ended up being way longer than I meant it to, but I wanted another few things before the big dad moment. In the end, I’m happy with it.

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Your stomach was in knots as you sat next to Jack on the couch, dreading having to face your father in the morning.

At the same time, the way Jack immediately put his arm around you, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, made you so happy. You rested your head against his chest and discovered your earlier assumption (that it would be the perfect place to rest your head) had been absolutely right.

“I’m not really sure what to say,” you admitted.

“About tomorrow?” Jack asked as he squeezed you a little tighter.

“Or…any of it really. I don’t even know where to start.”

Jack sat silent for a little while, the two of you thinking about tomorrow, but also being very aware of your bodies pressed against each other.

“Well,” Jack said, breaking the silence. “Usually what I do is an assessment.”

“What do you mean ‘usually’?” you asked, looking up at him.

“When a patient comes into the ED, especially if they don’t know what’s wrong or where to start, we do an assessment.”

You laughed and put your head back on his chest.

“C’mon, humor me,” he said. “Chief complaint?”

“Okay. Chief complaint…my dad gets here tomorrow.”

“Good…” he said and kissed your head. “History of present illness.”

“What?” you asked with a laugh.

“When did your symptoms start?” Jack replied as he stroked your hair.

“I guess…that first night we watched Body Heat together and you sent me those voice messages.”

“Hmm, interesting,” Jack nodded. “I’d say it was when you checked me out in the rear view mirror of the tow-truck, but we can revisit that later.”

You let out a loud laugh, knowing he was absolutely right and you felt that familiar warmth spreading across your cheeks.

“Okay, okay, stay with me,” Jack said, laughing a little himself. “Associated symptoms?”

“What?” you barely choked out between laughs.

“Hey,” he said through a grin. “I’m trying to conduct a proper assessment here.”

“Ummm…anxiety,” you said, finally curbing your laughter.

“Mm-hmm, what else?”

“Definitely butterflies,” you said, putting your hand on Jack’s stomach.

“Great! Anything else?”

You paused for a second. “And…I think I’m falling for you.”

Jack’s hand stopped in your hair. For the first time since he’d started his little “assessment,” he didn’t have an answer ready. His smile softened.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I’m afraid that’s the diagnosis I came up with too.”

You moved back and looked up at Jack and he smiled fondly at you. He pulled you in and kissed you tenderly…lovingly. You sank into it, your heart so full, his embrace so warm.

Jack stopped and put his forehead against yours.

“Assessment?” he murmured.

“We’re still doing this?” you asked and he nodded. “Okay…assessment is…two people who didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“I agree,” he said. “Plan?”

“No idea,” you said before stealing another short kiss.

Jack sat back on the couch and let out a long breath. “Plan: face your father.”

“Together?” you asked.

Without hesitation Jack answered, “Together.”

You sat in the living room just holding each other for a while.

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“Hey beautiful,” Jack whispered.

You had dozed off on the couch, warm in Jack’s arms.

“I would love to stay here all night, but I think I need to stretch out,” he said as he gently kissed your temple.

“Didn’t even realize I fell asleep,” you said, your voice groggy.

You stood up and stretched and said goodnight, still mostly asleep. You shuffled to your room and Jack to his and you collapsed on the bed.

Just as you shut your eyes, your phone buzzed repeatedly.

You grabbed it and saw Jack was calling.

“Hel—“ you started to say but Jack cut you off.

“I’m such an asshole,” he said, his well-worn voice still giving you butterflies.

“What? Why? I’m sorry I’m barely awake,” you replied, confused and groggy.

“The couch, that was selfish of me. You were amazing and I did nothing for you,” he said, sounding genuinely upset with himself.

You rubbed your eyes as you sat up and asked, “Do you mean like…sexually?”

“Yeah. I came and then I just went and showered.”

“Well that was my dad’s fault,” you laughed and then groaned as you remembered your dad was coming tomorrow.

“After that. Or before we said goodnight. You know what—I’m going to fix this right now,” he said, sounding as though he was already moving.

Next thing you knew, Jack knocked on your door.

“Come in...?” you said, still confused.

Jack set his phone down on your night stand where he also leaned his forearm crutch.

“Hey Beautiful,” he said as he sat on your bed and put his hand on your calf.

“Hey,” you said shyly.

Jack planted a small kiss on your knee, then one on your thigh, making your whole body break out in goosebumps. Underneath your loose fitting sleep shirt, you felt your nipples harden.

Jack seemed to notice them as he lifted his head. He smiled at you and put his hand on your thigh.

“Is this okay, sweetheart?” he asked.

Your breathing was heavy as you told him, “Please. Just keep going unless I say stop, Jack.”

He leaned forward and put his mouth against your nipple through your tank top. You felt the warmth of his lips and his breath against the sensitive skin.

You bucked your hips a little and moaned. You ran a hand up Jack’s back and put your hand in his hair. He moaned too.

You felt his hand find its way under your shirt as he traced his thick fingers up your stomach, making you twitch. When his hand found your breast, he moaned again and squeezed the entire mound. You gasped as he kneaded it. Next he pinched your nipple.

He kissed your neck and you felt a pulse between your legs.

He smelled so good, a mixture of soap, cedar and his own musk. You wanted to stay enveloped in his embrace forever, his mouth tasting you, his hands exploring all you had to offer.

Jack, as if he read your mind, reached down and pushed your legs apart and started running one of his hands up your thigh slowly.

“Maybe this is payback,” you thought to yourself, “for how slow I went on the couch.” You had done it to give him time to say stop if he was still unsure. Maybe he wanted to give you the same opportunity.

You thought about how sexy he sounded when he moaned for you. Especially when he came. You wanted to taste him so bad.

Too bad Dad called. The thought appeared out of nowhere.

Like finding a worm in an otherwise perfect apple, it ruined everything around it. Once it burrowed into your mind, every other thought followed after it:

Tomorrow. Your dad. Jack.

What were you supposed to say? What if they fought? What if your father never spoke to Jack again? What if you destroyed a friendship that had survived war?

“Jack…stop,” you whispered, panic creeping into your voice.

He stopped instantly. The room was suddenly quiet except for the two of you breathing.

“Okay,” Jack said without an ounce of frustration in his voice. Only concern.

He brushed a strand of hair away from your face and asked, “What happened?”

You swallowed hard.

“Did I do something?”

You shook your head and quickly said, “No.”

“Then tell me what changed. You sounded so worried.”

“I made the mistake of thinking about my dad and then I just got worried about tomorrow and—“ Jack cut you off just as you were starting to spiral

“Those worries are one hundred percent valid, but in the end, I have a strong feeling that this is going to be the worst part. The not knowing,” he said and he lightly put his hand back on your calf.

“You don’t know that. What if I ruined everything?” You rubbed your hands over your face as if that would somehow wipe away the worry.

“First of all,” Jack said, the rumble in his voice became more prominent as he spoke softly. “There’s no I in this. It’s we. You’re not alone.”

Jack rubbed and squeezed your leg and looked at you with a small smile on his handsome face.

“There’s a few possible outcomes, and we could run through them all if you like, but here’s what I think matters most. Your dad loves you. No matter what, in the end, he’ll still love you.”

You put your hand over Jack’s on your leg and hooked your fingers between his.

“And in the end, I’ll still be here for you too, whatever happens,” Jack finished and you felt a bit calmer.

After a little while, you spoke.

“Jack, as much as I want to finish what you started doing…to me,” you let out a little laugh before you continued. “I want to be able to focus on you. I’ve waited…well I guess just a few days, but it feels like years.”

You both laughed loudly. Jack’s smile and his raspy laugh always melted you.

“What I mean is, I want it to be as special as it should be. As special as you are…as you deserve.”

Jack looked down and ran his hand through his curls, almost blushing himself.

“Without this…cloud hanging over it.” You gestured towards the ceiling. “I’m so sorry, Jack.”

Jack shook his head. “There’s absolutely nothing to be sorry about.”

You reached up and touched his face before leaning in and kissing him.

“Would you mind still sleeping in here with me?” you asked softly.

“Not at all, Sweetheart. Scoot over.”

Jack got under the covers. You turned on your side and Jack moved behind you until you felt his warmth against your back. He planted a soft kiss on your neck and spooned you.

You listened to his slow, steady breaths until you drifted off.

—-

Your alarm went off at 8:00am. In a daze you hit your phone and slowly opened your eyes. You let out a small groan.

You looked down and saw Jack’s forearm just under your breasts. You smiled and ran your fingers over his thick veins.

“Good morning, Beautiful,” he said, his voice sleepy and even more hoarse than usual. The sound made your stomach do cartwheels.

“I know it wasn’t much sleep, but that was the best sleep I’ve had in years,” he said.

“Same,” you admitted as you stroked his arm. “We should probably get ready for dad.”

“Mmhmm,” Jack answered, without moving.

Neither of you made any attempt to get up. Wrapped in each other’s arms, the worry that had consumed the night before seemed quieter somehow. It wasn’t gone, but for the moment, it didn’t feel quite so heavy. You traced lazy circles over Jack’s forearm, smiling to yourself.

Then, like a thunderclap on a cloudless day, the doorbell rang. Both of you froze and your eyes shot open.

“Fuck,” you whispered and the doorbell rang again.

“Jack!” You practically launched yourself out of bed. “It’s my dad!”

You immediately started pacing, looking around the room as though there was something you were supposed to do, some way to prepare in the thirty seconds before opening the door.

“Okay,” Jack said, sitting up much more slowly than you. His voice stayed low and even despite the adrenaline you knew had to be hitting him too. “Take a breath for me.”

You looked at him, wide-eyed.

“Breathe,” he repeated gently and you obeyed without thinking.

“Good.” He stood, running a hand through his messy curls. “I’ll get the door.”

You bent down to grab a bra out of a drawer in the dresser Jack let you use.

“Hey,” Jack said as he reached the bedroom door. You stopped and looked up, bra in hand.

“We’re okay,” he said, shooting you one last reassuring smile.

“Thank you,” you said smiling back.

“Also…nice bra,” he said before quickly stepping out of the room.

You laughed as you listened to him make his way down the hall.

You quickly got dressed and by the time you heard the front door unlock, you were as ready as you’d ever be. Somehow you couldn’t get your feet to move.

You heard a voice. Jack’s first.

“Jesus Christ. You look old,” he said.

“And you,” you heard your dad’s jovial, booming voice. “I can’t believe you’re 51. You don’t look a day over 50.”

Then you heard laughter and even though you were nervous, the sound drew you out of the bedroom.

“Get in here. I’m not helping with your bag,” you heard Jack say.

You came around the corner as the door shut and you saw Jack and your dad embrace each other tightly, slapping each other’s backs hard enough to make you wince, but neither of them flinched.

“You lost weight. And not just from your leg this time,” your dad said to Jack as they broke their hug and they laughed again.

“Yeah well, since I don’t see that hideous mug of yours anymore, I don’t have to drink as much. Cut out a lot of unnecessary calories,” Jack replied.

“I know what you mean. I have to drink after I see myself in the mirror too. Like who the fuck is this old man?” Your dad stopped laughing for a moment. “But in all seriousness, it’s good to see you, Jack. It’s been too long. And you actually do look good. Happier.”

You found yourself gripping the bedroom door frame. Something about seeing your dad and Jack together, the way they moved around each other and the way they joked with a comfort and ease of friends who had known each other for decades and been through so much together.

“How’s my kid been? Good, I hope?”

“Oh, man, she’s…she’s amazing,” Jack’s face got slightly red and he looked down at the floor. He rubbed the back of his neck. “She’s smart, funny, compassionate. Are you a hundred percent sure she isn’t adopted?”

“Some days I wonder, honestly,” your dad said.

You smiled and felt your cheeks get hot at the way they talked about you. You walked down the hall.

“You guys talking about me?”

They both turned and looked at you. Jack smiled and your dad’s face lit up like a Christmas Tree.

“Hey kiddo!”

“Hey Dad,” you said as you walked to him. He wrapped you in a tight hug.

“Missed you,” his words were muffled because he was kissing your head.

“Missed you too, Dad,” you laughed.

You straightened your clothes out and took a deep breath once he released you.

“So how’s it been staying with Uncle Jack?”

You and Jack both made an audible noise at the word “uncle” but Jack tried to disguise his as a cough.

“Dad, we’re both adults. He’s not really my uncle. Could we not refer to him as Uncle Jack?” you asked.

Your dad just gave you a questioning look and shrugged his shoulders.

“Anyway, it’s been great. He’s been a lifesaver. Letting me stay here, giving me rides, fixing my car. He’s really taken care of me,” you said as you smiled at Jack. Jack smiled at you and held your gaze.

Maybe a little bit too long because your dad clocked it. He cleared his throat.

“You two okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said, breaking your eyes away from Jack. “Um, Jack’s been telling me some stories about your glory days.“

Your dad snorted and said, “Glory days? Don’t let him fool you. Half those stories end with him doing something incredibly stupid.”

Jack shrugged. “The other half end with you doing something incredibly stupid.”

“Difference is, I usually had enough sense to stop you.” Your dad clapped his hand on Jack’s shoulder.

“Debatable,” Jack said, shrugging your dad’s hand off.

“Oh!” your dad exclaimed as he bent down and grabbed a brown paper bag he had in his duffel. “As promised…breakfast!”

The three of you talked and you realized how much you really did miss your dad. You also noticed how much it seemed like the two men missed each other.

They laughed and you smiled. Then you remembered at some point you’d have to tell your dad about you and Jack, and all of this might end. As much as you hated it, you couldn’t lie to your dad and you didn’t think Jack could either.

When Jack reached for the cream cheese for the bagel he was eating, you slid it across the table before he even asked.

“Thanks, Beautiful,” he said.

You smiled without thinking and replied, “You’re welcome.”

Your dad looked between the two of you.

“You been feeding her?” he asked.

Jack frowned. “What?”

“Yeah Dad, what a random question.”

“She’s smiling,” your dad said to Jack.

You blinked.

“She never smiled this much growing up.”

“Dad…” you rolled your eyes and hid your face.

“I’m serious. She smiled more in the last thirty seconds than she did through all of high school.”

You looked up to see your dad and Jack smiling at you. Your eyes locked on Jack’s again. You didn’t mean to, but you bit your lip.

Your dad’s grin slowly faded and his eyes lingered on Jack for a second. Then on you.

“…What’s going on?” he asked.

You knew you messed up. You froze and neither you, nor Jack said anything.

Your dad tried again, “Did I miss something?”

You sat up straight and shrugged your shoulders. You and Jack exchanged a glance.

“There!” your dad shouted, pointing between the two of you and laughing. Your dad stopped his finger in Jack and said, “I’ve known this man for thirty years and I know he’s a terrible liar. And you,” he said shifting his finger to you, “have also always been a terrible liar.”

Your dad folded his arms and leaned back in his chair.

“And that’s why neither of you are talking. Because you know I’d call bullshit the moment you started. But one of you better start telling me what’s going on.”

You were still frozen, but you heard Jack let out a slow breath.

“You’re right,” he said with a sigh.

Your stomach dropped. You wished you could somehow just sink into the floorboards.

You and Jack looked at each other. His brow furrowed as if he was apologizing to you for what he was going to say next. You smiled at him to let him know you were okay and you watched his expression change. Like seeing you was all he needed and now he was certain of what he wanted to say.

He looked back at your father and said, “We weren’t planning to tell you like this. We didn’t plan this to happen at all. It just did.”

You watched your dad’s face. His look of confusion changed to one of realization.

“We’ve developed feelings for each other.”

Your dad let out a little laugh. “No. You’re joking. It’s not funny, Jack.”

You looked down at the table.

“Jack…” your dad said, shaking his head. “Tell me you didn’t.”

Jack didn’t say anything right away. He reached over and took your hand.

“I love her,” he said softly.

You sat there stunned. You hadn’t discussed exactly what the feelings you had for each other were, but you wouldn’t have guessed that it had gone that far for him.

He stared into your eyes, looking for some sign on what you were feeling.

Your father’s voice finally snapped you out of your daze.

“God damn it, Jack,” he said, rubbing both hands over his face. “I trusted you with the most important person in my life,” he said.

“I know.”

“Then how did this happen?”

Jack shook his head and replied softly, “I really wish I had a better answer for you.”

“Dad…” you tried to interject. You couldn’t stand seeing Jack take the brunt of your dad’s anger.

“No,” your dad said, cutting you off.

You tried to talk again, but your dad held his hand up.

“I expect this kind of bad decision making from the adrenaline addicted cowboy surgeon but you,” your dad turned and looked you in the eye. “I thought you had your head screwed on better than this.”

“Now look,” Jack said, before your dad could say anymore. “I tried not to. I fought it, but...”

Your dad looked at you and asked, “And you? You in love too?”

You stuttered, unsure what to say.

“She doesn’t have to answer tha-“ Jack was cut off by your father.

“Yes she does! If you want me to even begin to consider accepting this absolutely ridiculous thing between you, she better answer.”

You looked into Jack’s eyes. You thought about his arms wrapped around you through the night and the way you felt when he held your hand. You thought about how the sound of his voice comforted you and made your stomach do flips. You thought about how he anticipated your needs before you even knew them. You thought about his laugh. And the strawberry pancakes.

“I love you,” you said as you gazed into his eyes. “I love you, Jack.”

Jack’s eyes closed for the briefest moment, like hearing the words was something he’d been afraid to hope for.

You wished you could kiss him, but with your dad there, you both knew better.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” your dad said and he stood up and went into the living room.

You stood up to go after him, but Jack grabbed your arm.

“I’ll go. Let me talk to him,” he said.

You nodded and sat back down.

Jack followed your father into the living room.

You stared at the last of the untouched bagels. You could hear muffled voices.

Once your father’s voice became loud enough that you heard, “Too young.”

Then silence.

Then, “And what if she wants kids?!”

Then silence again.

Eventually there was only silence. Jack reappeared in the kitchen looking tired.

“Is he okay?” you asked.

“I think he will be. He needs some time to himself.”

You stood up and took Jack’s hand. Jack gently touched the side of your face and pulled you in for a kiss. It was gentle and brief, neither of you wanted to risk your father seeing you.

“I’m going to go downstairs and work on the car. I just need to be able to fix something. I think you should give your dad a little while and then maybe try talking to him.”

Jack went out the door to head down to the garage. You sat at the table and picked up your phone.

You tried to scroll to take your mind off of what you would say to your father, but it didn’t work.

You opened up your messages and smiled when you saw Jack’s face. That adorable selfie that he used for his contact. You looked through your messages and remembered that first night. How he left you so confused on the couch before leaving you those voice texts.

And now here you were, in love. You just wanted to be near him.

You texted him, “Would it be okay if I just came and watched you work on the car? I promise I won’t distract you. I just want to be near you right now.”

A few seconds later he replied, “I don’t think there’s anything you can do to stop from being a distraction. But please, come down. I want to be near you too.”

You smiled and made your way downstairs.

“Hey Beautiful,” Jack said when you entered the garage.

You grabbed a stool and sat beside the hood of your car and just watched Jack for a little while, perfectly content, feeling much calmer.

“There’s a pair of work gloves in that drawer. Put them on and come over here,” Jack said, sounding a little more like an attending and a little less like your boyfriend.

“Okay,” you said as you put on the gloves. “Why?”

“Because, Beautiful,” he answered, “we’re going to fix this together.”

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