#y2kreader

Not exactly when it happened of corse. He was an ocean away when his leg got blown to bits. (It was a weird feeling, when he later realized part of his body was left in the dirt of a place he’ll never return) but after he was stabilized and brought home for further surgery? She was at the hospital before he even was.

That sweet girl never left his side. He was unconscious for days, but she was there and he knew it. He knew she was there. It wasn’t that he heard her speak to him- if he did, he never remembered it. But oh, he felt her. Not in a spiritual hoo doo way, literally. Felt her sharp long acrylic nails on his arm, holding his hand, stroking his hair- he knows she must have spoken he just doesn’t know what, but knowing her those touches came with whispers.- he smelt her perfume, always so strong and intense and perfect. He felt her lips softly pressed to his face and hands. Felt wet drops against his skin, when she must have been crying for him. Felt the weird of her when she’d climb into the bed next to him. For so long he’d thought he was dead after it happened. At least dying. Then he felt her. Knew he was home and safe. Weather home went America or in her arms he wasn’t sure.

When he woke up she was there, crying with relief and kissing him. He knew what happened, he could feel it. And she held his hand and wiped away his tears the first time he saw it, promised him he’d be okay. She was a good woman, treated him like nothing changed, like he was no different. Loved him the same, stood by his side firmly. Slept in that damn hospital for weeks. Never left his side.

When he learned how to walk with a prosthetic, she was there. She literally caught him when he fell every time. When the would ached and he was in agony to the point of tears she held him and swore sweet nothings. She cleaned the scar for months when it needed constant care, without a word of complaint. She celebrated every single win.

Right before Jack, y2k had this boyfriend at school. Y2K didn’t have the typical college experience. She worked, had actual jobs the whole time. She lived at home and commuted. She had one foot in each world.

Jack is really bad at hiding things from his kids.

He just doesn’t. People die. Babies are born. Shit happens. He doesn’t like lying to his kids, that shits weird to him.

The first time one of them asked, he made a raspberry noise, hand fireworks, and flat out said. “Got blown up.” “When you were in the army?” “Yes, smart boy, it was. Aboutttt…. 5 years before you were born.” “Did it hurt?” “Probably. I don’t really remember.”

Benji, at 7, understood that sometimes it does hurt now. Jack really don’t remember the incident, knocked out from the blast.

Kelly eventually asked Benji, bc of corse her big brother knows everything. And as the kids got older, wiser, they asked more questions, more sophisticated questions.

im so in loooove

For Jack and y2k, showers are complicated. Much more so than when they were young. No longer can he stand on his own two feet and fuck you against the tile. Those days are long gone. Jack built a home that would support his body, including a bathroom that was highly accessible with multiple shower heads and a luxurious bench seat, non slip tile, handles everywhere he may need them, and handles he could control from said bench. When Jack first got hurt, he needed help to shower, no way around it. He hadn’t learned the tips and tricks of his new body yet. So he had to be so damn vulnerable every day, with his arms around your shoulders as you helped him in, suction handle to the wall and movable seat from a medical supply. It was so different then. Needed hep with his dressings and wound care and fuck was recovery exhausting on the body. And as much as I as he felt guilty he let you help him, despite the embarrassment and shame. You never batted and eye. Your love needed help. So you helped him. Giggled at him to close his eyes before he got shampoo in them, perv, and scrubbed his hair. Cleaned every inch of his body. And eventually, he finally felt safe to wrap his arms around your waist and lay his head on your bare stomach. “Thank you” he mumbled. “No need to thank me, baby”. He knew somehow you meant that.

Now, 20 some years down the road he maneuvered in the bathroom easy. He had a system. And showering together could be a thing of intimacy and closeness again. He could tease you about how it was great to sit back and enjoy the view. You’d remind him of just how many benefits there were to that big ole stone bench.

It wasn’t and every day thing, usually more trouble than it was worth, but it was nice sometimes.

With pope and sweets it’s far less complicated. Less emotionally entangled. Another of Sweets’ many first she gave Pope. And Pope knew showering together wasn’t as romantic as the movies as it was in real life, but he felt the need to make it as good as possible for sweets. Washed her hair carefully, rubbed her shoulders, kissed her neck. It was nice for her. Romantic and close and intimate. She didn’t deserve any awkward fumbles.

A few months later he came home from a job a bit worse for wear, and of corse sweets was a wreck. “It’s not as bad as it looks. Just dirty” he swore. She barely believed him. “Fine. Let’s go to the shower and find out.” She gently cleaned away all the blood grime and dirt, through hands shaking with worry. “Hey” he whispered pulling her in close. “It’s okay baby. I’m fine” he swore. “You got hurt.” “Not too bad.” “I hate worrying about you.”

Jack will NEVER let it go. He pretends he’s cool about it. And then 2 weeks later they’re in a trauma and it’s kinda awkward and Jack just goes full fuck it mode about it. “What, you think you’re hot shit because you fucked my wife before me?”

No one in the room can actually believe he said it.

“She had my kids buddy, I won. My ring my babies.”

Jacks fucking crazy. Especially when it comes to y2k.

Park gets invited to a huge PTMC bbq at jacks house one 4th of July. Because EVERYONES invited and it would be weird if he wasn’t. And weird if he didn’t show.

it’s torture.

Jack is just straight up mogging him. 10 years older than him and he looks fucking killer. He’s got a giant tattoo of y2ks name on his side- because it was on his leg before- well- so this was his second shot. He’s shirtless over his grill with Kelly on his hip. He’s the man of the (massive) house.

And part of Brendon feels the suburban domestic life is below him.

But a bigger part than he’d like to admit can’t shake the feeling this could be his life.

Y2K is on the edge of the pool, playing with Benji, Dana with her girls, and she’s not just a good mom but she’s a fucking smoke show in that bikini, even with the baby weight, even with the stretch marks.

A few hours later when he walks into the house for the bathroom, he just misses the happy homeowners in the kitchen (getting things for the burgers) and it’s very very clear from the way she squeals and the way jacks all over her that Jack feels the same way.

The domestic life was for fucking suckers. He had it made, the bachelor life. But… this fucked with his head a lot.

The adoring kids. The darling wife. The big house.

I think they they’re definitely a quality time and acts of service couple. Time is so important to them. Due to the years they spent long distance, almost losing Jack, and jacks long hours on the days he works. So just being together, as a couple and as a family is very important to them. They don’t want to stare at their phones or a tv screen, they want to be together. Play a game, go out and about, talk, god they just love to talk to eachother.

But for both of them, acts of service are so meaningful too. I immediately think of the ways she takes care of his leg. It’s always been like this. At first he couldn’t do it himself. Now that he can, she just wants to do it for him. To provide him with comfort and relief, and to show him that she loves every inch of him. Its not about her cooking for Jack, its about the fact that she’s taking the time to make him a home cooked meal, to take care of him, to give him something to take to work that reminds him she loves him. Picking him up from work because she knows his leg was aching and doesn’t want him to has to spend another second on it. And look. Jack could be a husband who just pays for things and calls it a day. But he’s not. He’s active and present. He wants to give her a soft easy life, in ways beyond a black card. He’ll take care of it, don’t worry about it, ever. He’ll move the cars around when the kids block you in. He’ll make sure you’ve got a full tank of gas before the storm. He’ll drive you to the store at night because he knows you hate driving in the dark. He’s got you.

To the kids, it’s almost funny. They don’t really see it, they just assume that’s what all married people are like. They don’t know what other couples act like, how useless other husbands are. Because dad and mom are disgustingly obsessed with eachother.

They notice it in little little ways.

They see the physical touch. The way that if dads on the sofa, he’s got his head in mommy’s lap while she plays with his hair, and scratches his scalp. They notice how when she’s cooking he’s usually either leaning against the counter talking to her- staying the fuck out of her way but hanging out, or hugging her from behind while she laughs about how in the way he is. He’s got a hand on her leg or her hand whenever he’s driving. They hear dad laugh sometimes, she still wants to hold my hand after all these years, like it’s something unique. Maybe it is. But she does. They notice you hold his hand especially when you’re stressed- at family events and things. They see how he massages your hands when they start to ache. (Dysgraphia slay). They see how you cuddle into him when you’re watching a movie together. Their gross touchy parents.

They notice the gifts. The way you bake for Jack, the way you always bring him something when you get coffee or tea. The way Jack gifts so well for you around the holidays. Always a bottle of perfume, and a shit ton more. He’s not lazy, he pays so much attention. Takes the kids shopping for you with him so they really see how hard he tries. And Kelly is a great help too. They don’t really know what goes on in dad’s head, when it comes to holidays. Don’t know what the hell to buy that man. But you clearly do. He opens boxes with a soft look on his face. “Oh, honey. Thank you. This is lovely, baby.” And kisses your cheek. New medical trinkets for his go bag you found in Reddit threads, hiking gear he looked at for a second too long in REI. souvenirs he can’t remember when you got.

They notice how dad talks about mom. They don’t know a lot of people who talk about their spouses like that. They know that. He’s never had a negative thing to say about mommy. No ball and chain, no my bitch wife. “My Y/N”, “my beautiful wife”, “that woman drives me crazy” in the happiest softest voice. He beams about her to anyone who will listen. And how you talk about him. Never negative. Always grateful. Always adoring. Always patient and understanding of his hours and needs. Not like some other moms are. You shrug it off. “A lot of husbands suck, I can’t blame them. But not your father. Your father is amazing.”

Together, the I love yous roll easily.

And he hangs off your every word too. Listens to everything you say. Kelly sees that one more than Benji does. He treats your excerpt about pottery class like it’s a riveting tale. To him it is. He heard and listens.

They see the devotion. Dad talks about how mom stood by him when he lost his leg too much, makes it this dramatic saintly devotion. To him it is. And they get that. The photos from the hospital really make it click. They never saw you so tired before, even in photos they say they were each born. It took everything out of both of you. And now, now Jack would move the earth to show you his gratitude. No cost too high no job too small to show you his thanks. And they see your trust in Jack, miles wide and undying. Mom believes in nothing quite like dad’s word. She knows he’ll always catch her when she falls. Dad buys flowers a lot and always remembers the little things like a good husband. Mom hugs him the second he gets home from work- at the door form a day shift or when he wakes her up momentarily for a kiss hello after night shift (then enjoys his next two hours of cuddles before mom has to get up and be a person), she always holds him for as long as he needs. They’re so devoted and in touch with eachother.

Y2K and Jack the blueprint 😭😭😭 first of all I can’t seem to find the post you’re talking about can you send it to me LOL

I think it took even y2k a longggg time to realize this was a problem. Because for the beginning of their relationship, it wasn’t. At first, when Jack was in the army, it wasn’t a problem. Y2K was just another soldiers girlfriend. Another deployed guys girl back home. She got on fine with the other girlfriends and wives. Jacks status and title wasn’t all too relevant back then. He wasn’t better than anyone else, he was just like the rest of the guys. And a lot of the other guys girlfriends and wives were like her. Lower class backgrounds, young, some in school, some working average normal jobs. No one judged her, they were all like her.

Then Jack came home hurt and everything was about taking care of Jack.

And then, once they were engaged, Jack went back to work. That’s when things got hairy. It took until his first PTMC Christmas party for things to come up.

She knew Dana by then. Robby. Lena. Besides that she knew no one.

And she learned fast. She did not belong.

Everyone Jack worked with how as married was married to… someone else in the hospital. Another doctor. Or a lawyer. Or an accountant. Or a white collar professional. Or a pristine housewife who as half her size. She didn’t work either, sure. But… she wast like them. They didn’t like her. They had Ivy League degrees before they left the work force. She just went to a state school driving distance from her dad’s house. She felt painfully isolated and out of place. It didn’t help that she was newly pregnant with Kelly and hormonal out the roof.

She ended up glued to Dana’s side while Jack shot the shit with his friends, and Jesse’s boyfriend at the time, a paramedic, was so normal she could actually breathe around him. She learned from then on to stick with the nurses. Lena had to go over to Jack, twist his ear, and tell him the wives ate y2k alive and he needed to go fix it. Jack didn’t realize it and felt horrible. They left early not long after and got Dairy Queen. The baby wanted an Oreo blizzard. Jack never left your side all too long at these functions after that.

But it did sew some real insecurities. Are you sure you want someone like me? Are you happy? Should I go back to school? Am I enough? Do you want me to start working again? Do you want me to get a ‘real’ job?

Jack looked at her like she was fucking crazy. It became quite a few- not fights. But intense talks. Jack just desperate to fix it.

Poooh tasty question. For y2k it was the loss of her independence. Shes been with Jack her entire adult life, sure. But as much as she loves her husband head deployed for years of their relationship. And he’s always respected her need to be her own person. Now suddenly she needs help with everything. And she fucking hated it. Could drive because she couldn’t fit behind the steering wheel. Couldn’t get off the couch. Couldn’t tie her shoes. She hated needing help with everything. It was also the first time she needed to rely on someone else for money. Yes, she was relying on her husband, her son’s father, but she had never been dependent on anyone. Not on Jack. She stopped working, and had no money coming in. And Jack didn’t think twice about being the sole breadwinner, knew that her income was a drop in the bucket compared to his before anyway, but the idea of having to ask permission for everything she needed or god forbid wanted, feeling like her every transaction was watched made you go insane. When she finally hormonally snapped and admitted it all, Jack wasn’t having any of it. “You don’t need to ask me for anything. You don’t need to justify a god damn thing. You’re my wife. You’re a grown ass woman. I trust you, with everything in my life. That includes financially. Don’t ask me don’t tell me, just swipe the fucking card and don’t think twice about it. I shoulda put my foot down with you about money years ago. My money is your money. You have my last name? You’re carrying my baby. Did you think we were gonna go 50/50 on diapers? Come on. You’re my wife. It’s my job to take care of you and I will do so very happily. We’re good here?”.