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wanted to post another reminder; please unfollow & block me if you support ice and/or see nothing wrong with what they are doing. this includes people who choose to remain "neutral" on this topic/politics in general.
this month, an ice agent shot and killed an innocent man, Joan Sebastián Guerrero, and handcuffed his dead body. all because they deemed him as an "illegal alien". he was twenty-five. his young daughter witnessed this and watched it happen.
a week prior, Lorenzo Salgado Araujo was shot in the abdomen by ice while driving himself and three others to work. he was fifty-two and married to his wife with three children. he was murdered.
they are only two victims of this disgusting, inhumane behavior. ice is continuing to tear families apart and completely innocent people are dying in custody and are not receiving adequate basic and medical care.
keep talking about it, keep raising awareness.
earth is a home we all share. why should people die because they are on the "wrong" side of fake, unnecessary borders humans have created? ice is a racist terrorist organization. fuck you if you disagree! take some time to educate yourself on what is happening!
living in a small town meant not having many places to go to when you wanted alcohol late at night. there were some local bars, but you really didn't want to get sexually harassed just for some beer. so instead, you and your friend ended up at a gas station down the street from her house.
she goes in first, with you trailing behind. just before you go in something - more like someone - catches your eye. he's a local that you've seen around town plenty. you don't know his name or anything much about him. the only thing you really do know is that he lives in the same trailer park as your grandma. that's when you first saw him. after that, you started noticing him around town more often.
as if sensing your stares, his eyes meet yours, and he smiles softly. doesn't say or do anything to acknowledge you except politely nodding. your friend calls your name, pulling you inside before you can say anything to him.
all the alcohol is tucked away in the back. shelves upon shelves full of it. you're not the biggest drinker, usually only doing it when around your friend. she stares intently at all the options. she tries to buy one of those super expensive six packs, but you remind her of the tight budget you both have. waiting tables doesn't exactly pay the big bucks, you know. she sighs, picking up the cheap six-pack, but makes you carry it to the counter.
after splitting the amount, the two of you head out. she doesn't get far before running back into the store, yelling something about snacks. you decide to just stay outside. seeing no point in going back in for only a couple of minutes. when you look to your left, you notice that the man is still here. only now smoking a cigarette. he doesn't nod or anything like earlier, and you don't wanna seem like some weirdo by just staring, so you look down at your shoes.
"those ones are shit, you know," he speaks up. "that brand ain't ever good."
god, his voice is sexy. it's slightly raspy, most likely from all the smoking he seems to do, but mature.
"yeah, well, it's the only one we can afford. besides, i probably won't be doing much drinking. it's mainly for my friend and her boyfriend," you explain.
"and yours too, right?" his question puzzles you.
"i'm sorry?"
the man chuckles at how polite you are. "you got a boyfriend too, sweetheart?"
sweetheart. you like the way he says it. "uh, no sir. i don't."
he hums. "mind if i have one?"
you shake your head, grabbing one of the glass bottles for him. he kindly thanks you, popping the cap off with the ring on his middle finger. before tipping it in your direction and having a sip. he doesn't close his eyes and savor the taste like most people do when drinking. no, he looks directly at you. it's almost intimidating. a flood of embarrassment washes over you, making you want to turn away. but you don't. it's like his eyes have got you standing there frozen.
when he's done, his lips are wet from the beer. some of it left behind on his chin. his tongue slowly licks it up, still making eye contact with you the whole time. there's a thick tension now present between the two of you. but before either of you can act on it, your friend comes rushing back outside.
"come on, girl! let's head back home before it gets too late," she says, grabbing your wrist and dragging you down to the sidewalk. as you walk, you glance over your shoulder to look at him one last time. "i'll see you around, sweetheart." you can hear him say, to which you wave goodbye at him.
beside you, your friend is rambling about the 'gas station guy' and how he 'was so weird and must be homeless.' but all you can think about is what his name must be. and when you're gonna see him again.
first time writing a multifandom one shot so it might suck sorry :/
you love your grandmother, but she can really be a pain at times. must be the old age, you think. or maybe it's the past anger now focused on you because she never really liked your mother.
you can remember the multiple family dinners spent tucked away in the corner as your mother defended herself from your grandma's harsh words. meanwhile, your dad sat drunk and not saying a single thing. but being the last surviving family member of hers meant being the only one around to take care of her in her old age.
after a long day of practically being her maid, you wait until she's completely passed out to sneak out of the trailer and get a smoke. quietly, you let the door shut behind as you tiptoe down the small brick steps. the night air is humid, leaving you to feel sticky and wet. you hate it.
you fish out your last joint from your shorts before looking for a lighter. just your luck. you forgot the damn thing back in your room. it's a high-risk going back in for a second, only to just come back out. with a sigh, you start to put it away until a gruff voice calls your name.
"need a light, sweetheart?"
you look in front of you from where the voice came. it's him. the guy from the gas station a few days ago. "uh, yeah. that would be great, thanks," you thank softly. he moves closer, cupping the lighter to make sure the gentle breeze doesn't blow it out. once it's lit, you take the joint to your mouth, hold in some of the smoke, before slowly blowing it out. almost instantly, you feel calmer than before.
"mind if i have a hit?" he questions. you nod in response and hand it over. there's some smudged gloss on the tip of it, which you feel a bit embarrassed about. but either he doesn't notice or just doesn't care. jesus, even the way he smokes is hot. he hands it back over to you, rough fingers brushing against yours. "strawberry?" huh? what does he mean by that? you didn't have strawberry flavored weed. "your gloss, sweetheart. is it strawberry?" he asks.
"oh, yeah. i mean, yes sir. it is," you say, correcting yourself in your manners.
"you don't gotta be so formal, you know. nobody's gonna judge you here," he says with a chuckle.
"sorry, just habit i guess. she's always so strict on my grammar and things like that." you gesture towards the trailer behind you, the 'she' in mention being fast asleep right now.
"she can be a lot, can't she?"
"i think that's the understatement of the century. everything i do for isn't good enough. the way i clean, the way i talk and act, the way i dress..." your voice trails off, indicating that the list is long and never-ending.
"don't worry too much about what she says. i think you're perfectly fine," he assures you with a wink. "so what's your name, sweetheart?" you give him yours, and in return, he gives you his. you test the name on your tongue, liking the way it sounds.
"oh, you were right, by the way. about the beer my friend and i bought? it was complete trash." you recall the nasty taste with a disgusted look.
he chuckles at your expression. "i told you it would be. next time you want a beer, come over to my place to get the good stuff."
"well, i'll have to tell her-" he cuts you off with a soft click of his tongue. "not your friend, sweetheart. just you. consider yourself welcome anytime you'd like."
there's a part of you that is ashamed at how happy you are to hear that he wants only you. you love your friend, truly you do, she's the best and only friend that you have. but she's always been the one who got the attention of boys. you never got that. you were just known as her awkward friend that always followed her around. and although she never fed into those hurtful things, they still hurt you nonetheless. so it feels good to be sought out for the first time, rather than the one doing the seeking.
"i'll, uh, i'll definitely keep that in mind," you murmur.
your grandmother's voice roughly calls out your name. shit, what could've possibly woken her up?
"i have to go, 'm sorry."
he waves off your apology. "don't even worry about it, sweetheart. you get yourself some good sleep, alright? hopefully see you around."
you mutter a small, "see ya," before hurrying off inside. this time, he's the one left standing around and thinking about you.
you, the pretty girl who he hopes he can get to know more about.
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omg hi !! i'm doing ok ! a little stressed bc i start my senior yr soon and also start my first job in like a day or two.. gulp life is getting serious and i wanna put some more stuff out/begin writing stuff so i don't completely ghost u guys 😓😓 but thank u for checking in anon and i hope u r doing well >⩊<
dude i just love it whenever people write sammy with a girl that's totally out of his league. like whenever she's an actress or whatever, and he's her bodyguard for the night while she's hanging with all her friends? everyone wants her because she's so gorgeous and talented, but also has the sweetest personality ever.
so she could realistically have her pick of any man in los angeles, but no. she wants the slightly chubby cop who has the cutest smile and doesn't see her as the big hollywood hotshot everyone else does. he just sees her.
in every canon plotline & in every fanfic, it is so, so beautiful to see that trinity santos is always a friend.
like whether she’s helping a suicidal man in the show or teasing the reader to go after abbot in fics, it’s so wholesome to me that her character can always be defined as loyal & encouraging and loving and understanding.
so many people dislike and misunderstand her, but she is so loved, too <3
oh i promise that the elvis fic has not been forgotten ! i was lowk hitting writer's block on it.. and didn't know what to write, so i took a mini break from it. BUT i will return to it soon do not fret babe
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synopsis: two months, you've kept this situationship with jack under wraps. no one knows, and neither of you plan on telling anyone any time soon. but somehow, robby finds out. and he's pissed. just like any father would be when they find out their daughter is dating their best friend. but that's not what scares you. now that the secret's out, how is jack gonna react? 4.5k wc
warnings: dad's bsf so obvi age gap (jack is late 40s, reader is mid 20s), reader is robby's goddaughter but she calls him dad, robby calls reader bug, a couple uses of y/n sorry :/, cursing, smoking/vaping, allusions to past smut and masturbation so mdni, robby's a dick what's new, jack is so sweet with the reader, there's some daddy issues her duh, slight angst but there's a happy ending i promise !!!
here's the long awaited part two !! read part one here !
the next morning, jack buys you breakfast from a donut shop down the street. almost having your exact coffee order down to a t. the two of you spend hours talking about anything that came to mind. well, you did most of the talking while he just listened. kind of like last night. and when you inevitably have to leave so you can go home and clean up before your shift, he walks you to your car. even kissing you goodbye.
but after that night together, you had just assumed that jack would forget it ever happened. not that he seemed like the type of guy to do a one and done. but you'd rather assume the worst than hope for the best. however, he acted as if nothing had changed. if anything, it was like it changed for the better. he texts you whenever you come into his mind. which is almost all the time. it starts off as little things. like a simple 'good morning' or a quick check in here and there.
jack starts to hate working nights. not because of his crew. god, no. he knows he probably has the best one. but because it means whenever he has down time in between patients, he can't ask you how your day went, knowing his text will go unanswered since you're fast asleep. sometimes you'll respond on the nights that your insomnia is really bad. but then he'll start feeling guilty for keeping you awake. so he'll instead just text you a soft command about going to bed so you don't feel sick in the morning. he knows that you get really bad migraines the day after you don't sleep. something you mentioned in passing, by the way.
but the best part about working nights? it means robby's at work when jack's not. he'll catch a few hours of sleep before driving over to your place and taking you out for lunch. maybe a quickie in his truck if you're feeling up to it. and then he'll drive you to work, walking you inside. much to the amusement of your coworkers. he'll kiss you on the cheek, knowing how much you hate physical displays of affection, before wishing you a quiet goodbye before leaving. the first time he dropped you off, all of the girls turned to you and started giggling, asking who the mystery man was.
"he's just a friend," you replied, walking away to restock one of the cd shelves. one of the girls, shelby, rolled her eyes. "oh, yeah, sure. because a hot, older guy driving you to work and kissing you on the cheek is 'just a friend'."
but now, about two months later, it's normal for them to see jack around. because in said two months, you and him only grew closer. over time, the lines between whatever you had going on with him began to blur. it felt less like hookups and more like an actual relationship. not that you're really complaining. he's treated you better in these past few months than your ex ever did in those five years.
the only issue is having to hide it. like right now. football season had recently started, meaning every weekend possible, robby was over at jack's place. much to robby's surprise, you had requested if you could come along. when asked why, said that you just wanted to spend some time with your dad. not a total lie, but not the full truth. you definitely didn't want to tag along because his hot best friend was also your fuck buddy. no, definitely not.
robby sits on one side of the couch, with you sitting on the other. meanwhile, jack is lounging on his recliner. the same recliner he fucked you in about a week ago. you shake your head, attempting to forget that memory as you try and focus on the script in your lap. there was an audition coming for a side character in a thriller tv show. you highly doubt that you'll get the role, let alone a callback, but you're not ready to give up on your dreams just yet. both men let out a loud cheer when the team they're rooting for, the steelers, score another touchdown. a whistle blows, signaling that halftime has just begun.
"i'm gonna go get another beer. need anything, brother?" jack asks robby, slowly standing from the chair. he stretches his arm, making his shirt ride up just a bit. the waistband of his boxers peaks out, which definitely catches your eye. he's doing it on purpose, you realize. because the second your eyes land on the small strip of skin, he's already looking at you with a small smirk. you quickly avert your gaze back down towards your script. "nah, i'm all good. thanks though," robby replies, completely focused on the tv.
jack nods, walking behind the couch and to the kitchen. but as he passes, he lightly tugs on a couple strands of your hair. a silent tell to meet him in the kitchen. you wait a few minutes before saying, "i'm, uh, gonna get more soda." not as smooth as jack, but robby barely even glances at you before absentmindedly nodding.
when you enter the kitchen, jack's back is turned to you, washing some stray dishes at the sink. slowly, you creep up on him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. "hey, sweetheart," he coos, turning to face you. careful to dry his hands on his pants before touching you. "hi," you greet back. meeting you halfway, he captures your lips in a quick kiss. nothing but a wall separates you and him from your dad sitting in the living room. so unfortunately contact has to be kept to a minimum. "i've missed you," he whispers once pulling back. "you saw me last week," you reply.
"yeah, a week too long. been lonely without you. how you doing, huh?"
"i'm alright. been missing you too. the store recently got stock of that springsteen album you mentioned. i bought it and have it waiting in the apartment."
jack's face softens. "you shouldn't have done that. let me pay you back," he insists, but you shake your head. "you buy so much for me. the least i can do is buy you a record."
"you're amazing, you know that?"
you shrug, feigning humbleness. "so i've been told." he lightly pinches your side, making you squeal softly. "shh, baby, gotta be quiet, remember? you still coming in while i'm at work tomorrow?" he questions, a bit of hopefulness present in his tone.
"of course, jackie," you confirm. ever since moving in with robby, you've made a point to visit the pitt every monday. gifting the day shift with whatever baked goods you made over the weekend. and jack has started coming in earlier on said mondays. making up some excuse about wanting to make sure everything is prepared for the week ahead. definitely not because he wants to have a few minutes with you while locked in the supply closet.
"good. because they all miss you and your sweet treats."
"do they, huh? or do you?" you tease.
"can't it be both?" jack leans in to kiss you again, but then robby calls you both. halftime is over. an annoyed sigh escapes him as he leans forward, resting his forehead on your shoulder. you chuckle softly at all his incoherent grumbling. then pressing a kiss to his temple. all he wants is more time with you. but life keeps getting in the way. "tomorrow, okay? i will actually kiss you tomorrow," he promises. he instructs you to leave first, making sure to slip a soda in your hand to keep up the act. right before you leave, however, he lands a soft slap on your ass, causing you to glare at him playfully.
the next day, you show up at the pitt, just like you promised. it's eight o'clock, nearing the end of robby's shift. you can't find him when you enter through the ambulance bay, but langdon greets you warmly as he reaches out for some dessert. "what do you have for us today, lil robby?" ever since you've started stopping by both, he and a few of the other crew people on day shift have begun calling you 'lil robby' after your dad. it's not the cutest nickname, but it's the thought that counts. "uh, double fudge brownies," you reply.
"sounds amazing. hold on, these aren't laced are they? one time this lady brought in brownies to thank us, conveniently leaving out that they had weed in them."
"oh, yeah, jack told me about that the other night."
langdon looks at you suspiciously. even you know how it sounds. to the outside eye, you and jack are practically strangers. why would he tell you about a funny situation at work? thankfully, langdon isn't gonna push for an explanation. "if you're looking for your dad, he's with a patient. want me to go get him?"
"no, that's alright, i'll just drop them off with dana."
"alright, sounds good. thanks, again," he says, grabbing a brownie, maybe two, before going on his way.
you find dana where you expected her to be. right at the nurse's station. that bitchy nurse, monica, isn't around. she hasn't been since you first met her. thank god. instead, there's a new charge nurse in training, emma. a sweet girl. she says 'hi' to you as she passes by.
"hey there, honey. it's good to see you," dana says, pulling you into a hug. "your dad is busy right now."
"i know, langdon already told me. he'll be home soon, so i don't mind. i'm just gonna drop these off here, yeah? that way everyone can find them."
"that's alright with me," she replies. just then, jack comes in. eyes lighting up when he sees who's standing with dana. "hey, sweetheart," he greets, sliding up to stand beside you. your mutter a soft 'hi' in response. his hand rests on the small of your back just barely. enough for you to feel him, but not enough for anyone else to notice. except dana. because dana notices everything somehow. he nods at dana once before leaving to go to his locker.
as soon as he's gone, dana looks at you with that knowing look in her eyes. "what's going on between you and abbot, huh?"
"what do you mean?" oh, god. how did she figure it out? whatever... this is between you and jack had been contained for two and a half months. and you had done a pretty good job of keeping it hidden since then. but you're anxious look is answer enough for her. "i knew it."
damn her and how smart she is. "what? how did you know?"
"he's been happier than normal. brighter and less tense. besides, he has that look in his eyes whenever someone mentions your name. i haven't seen him with that look since..." her voice trails off, sentence unfinished. but she doesn't need to for you to know who she's talking about.
jack's wife. she passed just over a decade ago. he's told you things about her here and there. how beautiful she was. how kind hearted she was. how she was the one who kept him from quitting his job when things got a little too hard one night. from what he's told you, she sounds like she was a wonderful lady. so to have dana somewhat put you on the same pedestal as her... it's intimidating.
"well, we're not dating, though. we just hook up every once in a while," you try and explain. "then maybe you should tell jack that, honey," dana replies. someone calls her name, pulling her away from you shortly after. you look for your dad, who you still can't find. before looking for jack, who you now can't find.
ultimately, you decide to just head home and catch some sleep before work tomorrow. but even as you crawl under the covers and lay your head on the pillow, dana's words still stick with you. "maybe you should tell him that." you wonder what she meant by that.
you never get the chance to find out, though. because his line of work never sleeps. jack gets called in early almost every single day this past week. every single time it happens, he texts you with one of those sad faces you taught him how to do. this one :(. he hates it. not being able to see you. but he'll take all the quick phone calls he can get while on the way to work. you haven't told him about what dana said. you figured that that kind of conversation was better to have in person and face to face.
the time you end up seeing him isn't until a week later.
you come into the pitt, this time with cupcakes, and place them down at the nurse's station. unfortunately, you're not greeted with the familiar smile of dana. nor are you greeted with emma's warm smile. no, you're greeted my monica. and barely at that. she glances up at you, rolling her eyes. she does a piss poor attempt at trying to hide it, but you catch her anyway. "bringing cupcakes into an emergency department? are you serious?" she sneers.
"it's just for the workers in case they get hungry," you explain. you even try to give her a cupcake as a peace offering, but she's having no part of it. "i didn't say i wanted one, did i?" she snaps at you. saved by the bell, or the man, jack comes from around the corner to your rescue. "hey, sweetheart, it's good to see you. how about you come with me?" he says hurriedly, not even sparing a second glance to monica.
gently, he grabs your wrist and tugs you over to the storage closet down the hall. "thank you, jackie," you whisper once inside the small space. his response is pulling you into a breath stealing kiss. one hand on your waist, the other tangled in your hair. your hands reach up to rest on the front of his chest. fingers curling into the black fabric of his shirt. you needed this. both of you did. he taps you on your side twice, a silent command to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist. which you do without a second thought.
jack's hands come down to cup the bottom of your ass, before holding you up against the wall. he breaks the kiss to start kissing down your neck. he gently bites on your pulse point, making you whimper. he shushes you softly, reaching up one of his hands to slip his thumb into your mouth. something small for you to suck on and keep you quiet. "you're so warm, baby. i missed this. missed you," he says against your neck. "been thinking about you all week, you know that? about you and your body. how pretty you looked on top of me those two weeks ago riding my cock. fuck, couldn't stop touching myself to you."
the memory sends a shiver down your spine. you hadn't forgotten about that shared night, either. it was the most recent, sexual encounter with jack, so it was the one you thought about when touching yourself late at night. but your fingers never felt as good as jack's. not as good as they feel dipping into the waistband of your jeans. his thumb slips free from your mouth, giving you the chance to speak. "jackie, aren't you needed out there?" you worry softly. "no, i got a few minutes, baby. you can come fast, can't ya?" he teases, and you nod rapidly. "yeah, good girl, i know you can."
but it doesn't go much farther than some over the clothes stuff. in the heat of the moment, jack forgot to make sure that the door was locked. with him being older, he doesn't hear it at first. but you do. the clicking of the door being opened makes you perk up and push his hands away. you do your best to smooth down your clothes and hair in the two seconds you have. it doesn't help that you end up face to face with your dad. "brother? i was looking for you and monica said-" robby begins to say, but his voice trails off.
both you and jack realize just how bad this looks. there's no way of lying out of this one. why would a good-looking guy and a pretty woman be hidden away in a closet together if not doing nefarious activities? it doesn't help that jack is sporting a huge hard on right now. which he does his best to cover with his hands. "are you fucking serious?!" robby exclaims, his voice booming. "dad, please, i can explain," you try and say, but he wants to hear no part of it. "i don't wanna hear anything from you, do you understand?" he snaps, silencing you immediately. robby got annoyed at you, sure, but never angry before. not like this. "both of you outside. now."
he turns his back to you both, assuming that you'll just follow. which the two of you do. walking through the emergency department, you notice how nearly everyone is silent and looking at the three of you. some are looking at you with pity, while others don't even attempt to look due to awkwardness. but there's one that sticks out. monica. she's looking at you with nothing but smug on her face. you feel ashamed like a kid who just got caught with their hand stuck in the cookie jar. but even now, jack pulls you closer and forces your head to rest in his neck. if you can't see them, they can't see you. and if anyone even dares to say anything, he'll say something back.
once you're outside, robby turns back around to look at you two. "you get your hands off her right now," he commands, and jack listens. but he doesn't allow you to go far. instead, he moves his body to stand in front of you, blocking you from robby's piercing gaze. "listen, before you start, don't go and get mad at her. this was all my idea, okay? she didn't do anything," jack says, arguing in your favor. which you appreciate, but he's making himself sound like some weirdo. "jack, what are you doing?" you whisper to him, tugging at the back of his shirt. "helping you out," he replies.
"no," you say, moving to step between the two men.
"no?" they ask in unison.
"yeah, no. i wanted this too, just as much as jack did. he didn't force or coerce me into anything. i chose this. so if you should be mad at anyone, be mad at me."
robby just stares at you. for a second you think that this whole thing has just been finished on under five minutes. but then he says, "i just can't believe you. i thought you were smarter than this. you're just so young and he's..."
"he's younger than you," you retort. "but he's still almost twenty years your senior!" he argues back. those words act as the catalyst. the two of you start going at it, yelling about anything and everything that comes to mind.
jack can barely make out what you say, because your voices are so loud and heavy they start to overlap each other. but what he does notice is how similar you two are. he can tell that robby was the man who practically raised you. shit, he wouldn't even be surprised if robby turned out to actually be your father. the two of you have that same line between your eyebrows when angry. the same stance of your hand on your hips or your arms crossed over your chest.
"uh, robinavitch?" dana asks, stepping outside.
"what?" both you and robby ask in unison. if it weren't for the tense situation, jack would probably make a joke about how the two of you look like twins at the moment. "not you, honey," she says sweetly at you. but her expression hardens when she looks over at robby. "you. get inside, now." robby sighs, rolling his eyes and rubbing harshly at his forehead. "we're not done, understand?" he says before following after dana.
the second he's gone, you feel as if you can breathe again. a shaky sigh escapes you, as well as a tear. and then another. then another. before you know it, you're completely breaking down in the middle of the ambulance bay. jack is there to comfort you. pulling you into the tightest hug imaginable while rubbing circles on your back. "just breathe, baby, breathe. you're okay," he coos. "how about you head over to my place for the night, okay? unless you wanna go to yours?"
you shake your head. "no, i-i wanna stay at your place."
"okay, baby. still got your key?" he asks, which you nod.
"alright, head there and get some sleep. i'm calling you out of work tomorrow. you need it." jack kisses your head, then your cheek, before pressing a quick one on your lips. "i love you, baby," he murmurs. a look of panic washes over him at his choice of words. no fucking way. his first 'i love you' and it's right after getting into a verbal tussle with your dad. it's a fucking dick move. but then all his worry goes away when you whisper, "i love you too, jackie." that makes him smile. "keep my bed warm for me tonight, alright?" he commands gently, before sending you away with a soft love tap on your ass.
the shift is long and grueling and completely awkward. dana forces robby to go home shortly after the whole debacle, and jack watches as his friend glares at him the whole way out. he can't blame him for being upset. if the roles were reversed and robby was secretly banging jack's daughter, he'd be pretty pissed off too. but jack loves you. god, he loves you so much. he's not in it for just the sex like most older guys would be. sure, the sex is amazing, but he loves your smile.
he loves that little snort laugh you have whenever you watch your little youtube videos. he loves watching you perform all your lines in front of him while he sits on the couch. and he loves the look you get in your eyes when you watch him while lying in bed. you look at him like he hung the moon and stars himself.
once he's home, jack shrugs off his jacket and backpack onto the hanging rack before slipping off his shoes by the door. he heads towards his room, ready to crawl into bed with you, but you're not there. he checks the bathroom, you're not there either. you weren't downstairs in the living room or by the pool. now he's worried. but then he notices that the balcony door is cracked open. he makes his way out there, which is where he finds you.
you're wrapped up in one of his hoodies and a pair of your shorts, legs pulled up tight to your chest. a cigarette hangs between your pointer and middle finger. you probably haven't noticed him yet, and he doesn't wanna scare you. so he slowly sits down beside you on the empty chair. you glance at him then, but don't say anything. you don't wanna talk, that's okay. he's not gonna force you to. instead, he just sits. and waits.
the moment feels so reminiscent to the night you first met. but yet, it feels like the beginning of the end. you don't know what jack is gonna say. is he gonna break up with you? technically, you're not even together, so can he even do that? either way, you don't want him to. you just wanna keep him forever, but you feel like forever is slowly slipping away from you. the thoughts become too much, and you need answers now, so you blurt out, "are you breaking up with me?"
"huh?" jack asks, eyes bugged out wide.
"are you breaking up with me? which, i don't think is possible because we're not dating. but i just-" you take a hit of the cigarette to calm down, "i just need to know, jack. are you breaking up with me?" you repeat.
that... wasn't what he was expecting from you. like, at all. "i'm not breaking up with you, baby, why would you think that? besides, i thought we were dating...?" he questions, a bit confused.
now it's your turn to be confused. "really? since when?"
"since the night we slept together," he replies, as if it was so obvious. "are you serious?" and he nods in response. "well, how come you never told me?" you ask. jack shrugs. "i thought you knew. i made it pretty clear." he's always been a gentleman. he was raised by his mother to be respectful and kind to any and all women he comes in contact with. that's how he was with his wife. that's how he is with you. if he had known that he had to tell you outright, he would've done it.
"oh..." you murmur. "i'm sorry, i didn't know." he shakes his head, kissing your temple.
"don't apologize, baby. that's on me. but i'm not breaking up with you, okay? what happened with robby is not gonna scare me away. it takes a lot to do that, baby," he promises.
"i just, i feel like i've messed everything up, jackie. dad's not gonna want to talk to me."
"that's not true. you didn't mess anything up, sweetheart. he'll come around, he always does. robby's just a stubborn asshole, kind of like someone i know," he teases, bumping your shoulder with his.
you playfully roll your eyes and shove him lightly. he catches your hand in his, pressing a kiss on each knuckle. "how 'bout we head to bed, yeah?" he offers. "i took tomorrow off, so we can sleep in as late as you want." you nod, letting him pull you up to stand. you put out the cigarette on the little ash tray that jack bought for you to keep outside.
you sit on the bed while he excuses himself to change and get off his prosthetic. when he comes back, you're nearly passed out. slowly, he crawls under the covers with you, tugging you into his side. your head rests right under his chin, on top of his chest.
you're not sure when robby will talk to you. maybe tomorrow, maybe a week from now. you hope that he does, because at the end of the day, he's still your dad. blood related or not. but you're not alone anymore. you have jack, and for now, that's all you need.
living in a small town meant not having many places to go to when you wanted alcohol late at night. there were some local bars, but you really didn't want to get sexually harassed just for some beer. so instead, you and your friend ended up at a gas station down the street from her house.
she goes in first, with you trailing behind. just before you go in something - more like someone - catches your eye. he's a local that you've seen around town plenty. you don't know his name or anything much about him. the only thing you really do know is that he lives in the same trailer park as your grandma. that's when you first saw him. after that, you started noticing him around town more often.
as if sensing your stares, his eyes meet yours, and he smiles softly. doesn't say or do anything to acknowledge you except politely nodding. your friend calls your name, pulling you inside before you can say anything to him.
all the alcohol is tucked away in the back. shelves upon shelves full of it. you're not the biggest drinker, usually only doing it when around your friend. she stares intently at all the options. she tries to buy one of those super expensive six packs, but you remind her of the tight budget you both have. waiting tables doesn't exactly pay the big bucks, you know. she sighs, picking up the cheap six-pack, but makes you carry it to the counter.
after splitting the amount, the two of you head out. she doesn't get far before running back into the store, yelling something about snacks. you decide to just stay outside. seeing no point in going back in for only a couple of minutes. when you look to your left, you notice that the man is still here. only now smoking a cigarette. he doesn't nod or anything like earlier, and you don't wanna seem like some weirdo by just staring, so you look down at your shoes.
"those ones are shit, you know," he speaks up. "that brand ain't ever good."
god, his voice is sexy. it's slightly raspy, most likely from all the smoking he seems to do, but mature.
"yeah, well, it's the only one we can afford. besides, i probably won't be doing much drinking. it's mainly for my friend and her boyfriend," you explain.
"and yours too, right?" his question puzzles you.
"i'm sorry?"
the man chuckles at how polite you are. "you got a boyfriend too, sweetheart?"
sweetheart. you like the way he says it. "uh, no sir. i don't."
he hums. "mind if i have one?"
you shake your head, grabbing one of the glass bottles for him. he kindly thanks you, popping the cap off with the ring on his middle finger. before tipping it in your direction and having a sip. he doesn't close his eyes and savor the taste like most people do when drinking. no, he looks directly at you. it's almost intimidating. a flood of embarrassment washes over you, making you want to turn away. but you don't. it's like his eyes have got you standing there frozen.
when he's done, his lips are wet from the beer. some of it left behind on his chin. his tongue slowly licks it up, still making eye contact with you the whole time. there's a thick tension now present between the two of you. but before either of you can act on it, your friend comes rushing back outside.
"come on, girl! let's head back home before it gets too late," she says, grabbing your wrist and dragging you down to the sidewalk. as you walk, you glance over your shoulder to look at him one last time. "i'll see you around, sweetheart." you can hear him say, to which you wave goodbye at him.
beside you, your friend is rambling about the 'gas station guy' and how he 'was so weird and must be homeless.' but all you can think about is what his name must be. and when you're gonna see him again.
a/n: first time writing a multifandom one shot so it might suck sorry :/ update !! part two here
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