Girl! I am so glad you updated your masterlist! Can you do a Jack Tripper x fem1reader where they live together in the apartment with Janet. Almost like the usual TV show. And Mr. Furley thinks Jack is gay, to which he really isn't/ And the three of them promised not to have feelings for each other. But, y/n is falling for jack, especially his humor and how fine he is? Thank youuuuuu you're the best!
Summary: You, Jack, and Janet promised not to like Jack, but you can’t help it; trying to keep it a secret
Pairing: Jack Tripper x roommate!bestfriend!reader
Notes: Stop! Omg tysm for the Jack Tripper request! I need more of Jack. I love John Ritter (who plays Jack) so much! It’s so sad he is gone! Keep the request coming! Enjoy!
Living with Jack Tripper was dangerous.
Not because he was messy — although he absolutely was.
Not because he burned dinner three nights a week — although Janet had started hiding the frying pans for a reason.
And not even because Mr. Furley still believed Jack was gay despite Jack accidentally flirting with nearly every woman within a five-mile radius.
No, living with Jack was dangerous because somewhere between the late-night sitcom marathons, shared breakfasts, and laughing until your stomach hurt at his ridiculous impressions, you had developed a crush on your best friend.
Which violated Rule Number One.
No feelings between roommates.
The rule had been established immediately after you moved in with Jack and Janet.
Janet had pointed sternly between the two of you and said, “Absolutely no romantic drama. I refuse to mediate crying in this apartment.”
Jack had grinned. “Don’t worry, Janet. Y/n and I are strictly platonic.”
Then he’d thrown an arm around your shoulders with that stupidly charming smile.
And your heart had betrayed you instantly.
You walked into the kitchen to find smoke pouring from the oven while Jack frantically waved a dish towel at the smoke detector.
“It happened very suddenly!”
Janet appeared from her room, coughed dramatically, and pointed at the window. “Open something before we all die.”
Jack rushed to obey, nearly tripping over a chair on the way.
You laughed despite yourself.
That was the problem with him.
Even when he was being a complete disaster, he was adorable about it.
Jack turned back toward you, hair messy, cheeks flushed from panic. “Why are you laughing? I almost perished.”
Janet snorted. “Your funeral’s gonna be very embarrassing someday.”
Jack clutched his chest dramatically before glancing at you with a grin.
The one that made you forget how to act normal.
Unfortunately, Mr. Furley did not help your situation.
“Oh, Jackie boy!” Mr. Furley barged through the apartment door one afternoon carrying a toolbox. “I’m here to fix your sink.”
Jack blinked. “Our sink isn’t broken.”
Mr. Furley lowered his voice conspiratorially. “Well, then I’m here to support your lifestyle.”
Jack nearly choked on his drink.
You bit the inside of your cheek to stop laughing.
“Mr. Furley,” Jack groaned, “I keep telling you—”
“No need to explain to ol’ Furley.” He waved dramatically. “Love is love.”
Janet immediately disappeared into the kitchen to hide her laughter.
Jack turned red. “I’m not gay!”
Mr. Furley patted his shoulder sympathetically. “Denial is part of the journey.”
“You see what I deal with?” Jack complained, looking at you.
Unfortunately, he looked very good while complaining.
His sleeves were rolled up, his hair was falling into his eyes, and he was giving you that animated expression that always made you laugh.
It should’ve been illegal for one man to be that charming while arguing about plumbing and sexuality.
You accidentally stared too long.
“You are,” he said, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
Mr. Furley gasped suddenly. “Wait a minute.”
All three of you looked at him.
His eyes darted dramatically between you and Jack.
“Oh no,” Janet whispered, already sensing disaster.
Mr. Furley pointed. “You two have feelings for each other!”
“I knew it!” Mr. Furley cried triumphantly. “The tension! The longing glances! The sexual chemistry!”
Jack nearly dropped the wrench in his hand. “There is no sexual chemistry!”
Your face burned so hot you thought you might actually die.
Janet quietly grabbed popcorn from the cabinet.
Mr. Furley crossed his arms knowingly. “Jackie boy, I may not understand your lifestyle, but I know romance when I see it.”
“My lifestyle?!” Jack sputtered.
You turned away quickly before anyone noticed your expression.
You wished Mr. Furley was right.
Later that night, Janet conveniently announced she was “giving you two space to emotionally unravel” before disappearing to Chrissy’s for movie night.
You sat on the couch pretending to read while Jack paced the apartment.
Finally he stopped abruptly.
“Do I really flirt with you that much?”
You looked up too fast. “What?”
“Mr. Furley said we have chemistry.”
Your pulse skipped. “Mr. Furley also thinks you’re gay because you said you liked musical theater once.”
Jack flopped beside you on the couch with a sigh. “Still… it’d make things complicated if one of us caught feelings.”
You swallowed hard. “Yeah.”
He looked over at you then, softer now.
“But hypothetically,” he said carefully, “if that happened… it wouldn’t necessarily be bad.”
Jack rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I mean, you’re my best friend. You’re funny, and smart, and ridiculously pretty when you laugh—”
“And maybe lately I’ve been thinking about you a little differently.”
Your heart nearly stopped.
Jack gave you a nervous smile — rare for him, genuine in a way that made your chest ache.
“So… if you happened to like me too,” he said softly, “that’d actually be kinda great.”
You stared at him for half a second before kissing him impulsively.
Jack made a startled noise against your mouth before immediately kissing you back.
And from outside the apartment door came Mr. Furley’s muffled voice:
