#;; REACHER ;; ic.

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∗ 3o﹕ a random text . — @dollhidden Hui-soo & Reacher!! GIMME DRY TEXTER REACHER

[ TEXT: imagine Hui-soo's number here ] I got a concussion.

[ TEXT: imagine Hui-soo's number here ] I'm going to be dispatched from the hospital, but I need a guardian to sign.

[ TEXT: imagine Hui-soo's number here ] Told them you'd be coming.

[warborn-tragedy]

“You don’t have to keep it all in.” (Joe -> Huoltaja)

The comment silenced something in the young medics eyes, soft crimson eyes looking down at the ground, his hand habitually twisting the leather strap of his puukko sheath back and forth. It was such a simple concept, one that he was fully aware of and yet...

Self-awareness didn't always coincide with doing what was healthy.

Huoltaja gave Joe a small, somewhat fragile smile. "I... I don't try to," he softly admitted, head tilted as he looked at Joe, as if he had unknowingly prompted another series of thoughts to run in the background of his mind. It was almost funny, how often he had said those exact words to others, despite finding difficulty in taking them to heart himself. "What is the saying? 'Old habits die hard?' I trouble less people like this." Caused the least amount of harm...

[h-a-unted]

"Maybe you're right." Or maybe, she was wrong to think humans would settle for being just good or just bad. They'd never agree, they'd never be neat and tidy, predictable – not entirely. Selfish, maybe, but even then, people like Beth popped up and surprised, so did people like Reacher.

"I don't think so, no. Being kind or gentle is not a sign of weakness." It was often misunderstood, he sometimes found himself making that error. Judging by covers, studying someone to the point of thinking he knew better. There was no point in judging people in this state – because they were all in perpetual alert, and people who are alerted act erratically, surprising even themselves. Who was to say Beth wouldn't be the one to survive the longest? Who was to say she wasn't the strongest just because she didn't seem the type to be?

"If you wanted, you could kill all of us in our sleep. We'd be none the wiser." Of course, the walkers outside didn't care for appearances, they'd attack anyone... So, outside, they all had almost the same advantages and disadvantages; one wrong move and either death or a mindless life awaited them. "The rest of us are much more reckless, because we think we can take on anything. You're not dying any time soon."

Beth wants to reach out to tell him exactly what his words and his kindness mean to her. His whole demeanour, level-headed and logical, helps to keep her grounded. Beth knows that she can be guilty of letting her emotions get the better of her, so he's balancing her out. Words fail her, though, and so she simply leans to the side, resting her head upon his shoulder. They sit like that for a moment, in silent comfort.

"Maybe it's naive to think there's good and bad anymore. Maybe there's just alive and dead, and everyone has to do what they need to do to stay alive." Nothing is that simple, Beth has learnt that the hard way. She thinks of her father, the kindest, most good person she's ever known. She wonders if he'd done things differently, would he still be with them? But she knew him. He would have never wanted to live if it meant giving up who he was. "You really don't think I'm dying anytime soon?" This surprises her, mostly because she knows that most people think of her as the weak link, the one who needs to be protected. It's nice that he believes in her, even just a little.

[southernbluebellereader]

Peach Pie and Cream

Jack Reacher x F! Southern Waitress Reader (Amazon TV show, Alan Ritchson)

Warning: Some fighting, suggestive descriptions, cutesy

Summary: Our giant man Reacher meets a charming young waitress :) and takes care of people ;)

Word Count: ~2,115 words

A/N: There will be a part 2 eventually lol

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“What can I get you, sugar?”

God, the way she called him “Sugar” practically dripped from her lip-gloss covered lips like hot honey. Her breasts threatening to spill out of her lacy unpadded bra - it’s dark color barely showing through her low-cut white top.

He knew not to look, he shouldn’t, he couldn’t.

But one peek wouldn’t hurt.

It wasn’t even seven-thirty in the morning when she’d walked over to him with a pen and a little notepad.

Reacher sat up, his body erect as she spoke so sweetly to him. His eyes quickly glanced at her bosom, then made eye contact with her, showing a crooked smile, “Good morning, what are your specials?”

Y/N gave him a small smile as she caught the flicker in his eyes as he lifted them to meet yours. “Our breakfast specials include the garlic biscuit sliders with chicken, sausage, or ham…” She leaned over slightly and pointed on the menu on the table at the various specials.

Y/N’s perfume smelled so sweet. Hints of peaches and vanilla.

No. He can’t be distracted. He had to meet Neagly later. 

He smiled as he looked back up at her, he didn’t hear half of what Y/N just said about the menu, just glancing at the worn out name tag that said her name. Her cheeks blushed slightly as he looked at her, the two of them were rather close.

Smiling at her, he asked, “I’ll have the garlic biscuit with the sausage special. Can I get extra bacon and a slice of your peach pie?”

“Yes, sir, you can. You want ice tea or coffee to drink?”

“Coffee is fine. Just black.”

She quickly glanced down at his large and firm chest and then back up at his eyes. He smirked even more.

Y/N bit her lower lip and then stood upright, writing his order down, “Sure thing, honey. I’ll be right back in a few.”

And those few minutes took an eternity. Reacher’s thighs began to itch as he watched her walk back to the back counter, leaning over so she could give the chef his order through the heating lamps, blushing in playful annoyance, with the cook winking and pursed lips, making kissing noises at her until she rolled her eyes and sighed, shaking her head.

He barely knew her but the sight of the cook irritated him. That’s no way to treat you - even if it was banter between coworkers. He’d been in town for merely a few hours.

He tried to look away. He really did. But the way her hips swayed and her chest moved, her apron tight and snug around her waist, her soft body spilling out from the sides of the apron and the top of her jeans. Every time she stood by a table to take an order, she always shifted her weight to her left, her left hip pushing out of the top of her jeans.

He always liked a full woman.

Chuckling to himself, he turned slightly to keep himself from boring holes on her ass. He glanced out the window but was thankfully disturbed by the smell of her and the food he ordered.

“Here we got today’s special with extra bacon and a cup o’joe, hot and ready just for you, honey. I’m all out of peach pie but I got one coming out of the oven any secon’ now. You want some ice cream with that pie?” She laid his food down gently, he gave you a grin and thanked you, “Careful, plate’s hot, honey.”

“Ice cream would hurt my teeth but I’ll take it since you suggested it.” Reacher caught her blush. 

“I’ll make a note of it. Enjoy your food and let me know if ya need anything, ok?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckled and picked up his utensils.

She winked at him and walked away, picking up a pot of coffee to replenish cups of other patrons and swatting away advances from men in their sixties on her way back to the back counter.

After a while, Y/N walked back with a plate of peach pie covered in a large scoop of vanilla ice cream and placed it in front of him.

“One large piece of fresh peach pie with a heaping scoop of homemade vanilla ice cream for the gentleman,” She said cheerfully and replenished his coffee.

He couldn’t help but smile at her, “Why on earth would you work here?” He asked bluntly, but with a soft chuckle at the end.

“Well, I got bills to pay. Just like everyone else.” She chuckled. “You ain’t got no bills?”

God, he’d do anything to hear Y/N laugh again.

“No, I don’t.”

“No bills at all?” She shook your head slightly, smiling still, thinking he’s joking.

“I have no reason to lie.”

She stared at him, not quite sure if she actually believed him or not. Most of her customers told her a few wild things here and there. But no one around these parts looked quite like him.

He was a behemoth of a man standing taller than the green giant on a can of peas, bigger and more muscular than those lumberjacks on those Brawny paper towels. His one arm was probably the size of one of her soft and plush thighs that seemed to be restricted on those skinny jeans she’s wearing.

“Aight.” She chuckled again. Her name was called, and she glanced at a group of young men about your age who dog-whistled and hollered at her. Y/N turned back around to Reacher and forced a smile, “You enjoy your pie, sir, I’ll be back in a bit with your bill. Just holler if you need anything, yeah?”

“You know them?” Reacher suddenly turned serious. His attention was on those young men who banged on the table, demanding that she serve them.

“I-I’m sorry about them, I’ll tell them to quiet down in a minute. They’re just a little rowdy-“

“That’s not what I asked. Do you know them?” He asked again, looking up at her. Her demeanor changed. Embarrassment. She could pick out that pleather jacket out from a crowd. 

Blushing slightly in embarrassment, she answered, “I know one of them… that one in the sport’s jacket. The rest are his little friends. But I’ll tell them to-“

Before she could finish, Reacher stood up from his seat, his mere size making you gasp. She hadn’t realized how large he actually was until he stood up, she hadn’t seen him when he first walked in.

“Sir- please you don’t have to talk to them, what are you doin-“

“Your name is Y/N?”

“Y-Yes…” she clutched the handle of the coffee pot to make sure she didn’t drop it. He glanced down at her and gave her a half-smirk, “Just go stay behind the counter and put the coffee back on the machine so it doesn’t get cold.”

Not knowing what to think, Y/N did what he asked, the other waitresses following suit, other customers either staying in their seats or moving away as they watched Reacher walk up to the group of rowdy young men who still tried to get your attention.

He grabbed a chair and sat it by the edge of the table and sat down. Even sitting down, his large body frame towered over them. He didn’t say anything at first but looked at them smugly for a moment as they all stared at him. 

The main culprit looked like he had a vein about to pop out of his forehead, “Can I help you?”

“Any reason you need Y/N to help you?”

“She’s a waitress, and I’ve been trying to get her number for a hot minute - she works here, of course she’s going to serve us.” He scoffed.

“I don’t appreciate you calling her over like she’s a dog, Pleather.”

—

“This will just sting a little-“

“Y/N, I’m fine-“

“No you ain’t, Reacher. Your brow and your lip is all busted up and that one guy had a knife.” Y/N shook her head as she cleaned up his brow with some alcohol and then put a small bandage on his forehead.

Reacher smiled at her the whole time as he let her patch him up. She’d taken him off to the side. Moaning in the distance outside, incoherent cursing could be heard from the parking lot as the group of young men eventually stood up from the ground and made it back to their car. The main culprit was hanging out in the parking lot, looking through the window at Y/N and Reacher. He spit on the ground before finally going back to his car.

“But I’m serious, Reacher… you ain’t have to do that…” Once she finished, Y/N put the extra bandages back in the First Aid kit and looked at him with concern.

“Well, I did it anyway. And last I checked, you’re not a dog.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile and then patted his shoulder. “You’re sweet. Sorry about your pie, the ice cream is all melted. I’ll get you a new one.”

“You eat that new one, I’ll eat mine.” Reacher was not one to waste food if he could help it - especially when trouble seemed to follow him. Smiling softly, she nodded and patted his shoulder before going back behind the counter and cutting her own slice of pie as Reacher walked back to his seat, waiting and watching as Y/N walked back and sat opposite of him.

Like teenagers, they couldn’t keep eye contact while trying to eat their peach pie.

“That was some military fightin’ back there, Reacher? Is it ok if I call you Reacher?” Y/N managed to muster out, clearing his throat and looking up at him.

Chuckling softly, Reacher nodded, “Yeah, I was in for a while.” He paused for a moment, watching her eat. The stories she must’ve heard from people. The restaurant was quiet again. She looked up at him, giving him a small smile. “Jack is fine too.”

“Jack? That’s your first name?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Jack Reacher.” She said. She was quiet for a second as she examined him. Taking in his appearance. Committing him to memory. She sucked the inside of her cheek as she tilted her head. Savoring his name, as if she took a bite of him like she did that pie. The sweetness in her voice dripping from her lips as she said his whole name. Sweeter than the half-eaten peach pies sitting before them.

“I like it. Hard to forget a name like that. It’s different. You stayin’ here long, Jack?” She scooped the last bit of pie and placed the spoon face down on her tongue, sucking off whatever peach pie remnants were left on the spoon before placing the spoon on her plate.

Very few people’s opinions mattered to Reacher, he barely knew Y/N but it made him smile when she said his name and that she liked his name. It gave him an unusual feeling. Couldn’t help but wonder what peach pie would taste like when it’s on her tongue. 

“Just passing through.” He leaned back once he finished his slice of pie, admiring the woman in front of him. Her lipgloss still glistened. Her eyes sparkled. Her breasts barely contained in her bra.

“That’s unfortunate. I would’ve loved to see you again, Jack.” She smiled when she took notice of him admiring her. It was a different type of admiration. “Can I call you?”

“Don’t have a phone.”

“Can I send you a letter?”

“Don’t have an address.”

“Well, damn, how will I talk to you and get to know you when you leave? Will this be the last I see of Jack Reacher, the man who saved my life?”

“I’ll come back tonight.” Reacher chuckled, smirking at her.

Y/N chuckled and then leaned forward slightly, resting her forearms on the table, making the softness in her breasts very obvious as they pressed up. “Is that so? Well, would you like me to tell you the dinner specials now or later?”

“What time to do you get off?”

“After dinner tonight. Would you like to join me for dinner?” 

“I should be asking you that.” Reacher mirrored her actions, leaning forward, his massive arms made of military grade steel rested on the table. Their faces were mere inches apart.

“Well, I asked first.”

Reacher wasn’t one to pursue women. But Y/N? From the little time he got to interact with her, he might hang around this little country town a little while longer.

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"You're positive this can dissolve a man's whole body?"

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Reacher’s Cranky Girl (Jack Reacher Drabble)

Summary: Reacher finds out that his best girl was having a bad day.

Warnings/Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, reader is black, sneakylink!Reacher, sneakylink!reader, sexual themes (fingering, oral sex, over stimulation, bondage, slapping), MINORS DNI

**

You woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.

You couldn’t fall asleep until two in the morning so you only had five hours of sleep. You stepped in dog shit on the way to your car so you had to go back into your house to change your shoes.

Only for one of the heels to get stuck in a grate and tear off the back so you just settled for some flats.

You spilled your iced coffee on your silk shirt. At least it wasn’t hot because that would have sent you into a different kind of rampage.

When you finally get to work, your boss chewed your ass out because the printer froze in the middle of printing the investment proposal.

An investment proposal he needed for the board meeting this morning, which meant he either had to push the meeting to this afternoon or had to share the proposal digitally.

At this point, you were counting down the days so you can go home and spend the rest of the day rotting in your bed.

“Maybe I can call Reacher over here to help cheer you up,” your sister suggests, sitting in the chair in front of your desk.

“I’m not in the mood for teasing, Y/S/N.” “I’m not teasing you. I’m just saying that-“

“Not even Reacher can bring me out of this, okay? I just want to go home.”

“Y/N,” “I said leave it, Y/S/N.” You grumbled, shifting your attention back to computer.

“Okay, fine.” She says with full intention of calling Reacher anyway.

Your sister walks past the boss who was on the way to your office. He pops his head in the say, “Y/N, I need the updated spreadsheet ASAP.”

“On it,” “You’re still running point on the presentation, right?”

I thought you said I was incompetent.

“Sure thing. Did the board decide on a time tomorrow?” “Eight a.m.,”

“In that case, I’ll be in at seven thirty to prep.” He nods and gives a soft knock on the door before leaving.

Y/S/N closes the door of her office to call Reacher. He gave her his number when he found out the two of you were going to a concert in Philadelphia.

He knew you were the confrontational type and wouldn’t call anyone if you found yourself in trouble.

He wanted the er on the side of caution so he trusted your sister to let him know if anything happens.

Reacher was your sneaky link that wasn’t really that sneaky. He wasn’t easy to miss. He would walk into your place, fuck your face into the pillows, order the two of you some food, fuck your face into the pillows again then leave in the morning.

“Reacher,” he answers. “Hey, Reacher. It’s Y/S/N.”

“Is everything okay?” “Yeah, everything is fine. Um, when are you hanging out with Y/N next?”

“We didn’t really decide on a day this week,” Reacher states, unsure of where this conversation was going.

“Y/S/N, I’m sure you’re a great woman but I only have a thing for your sister and I’m a loyal man so..”

“Wow, that was not on my bingo card. I’m not trying to hit on you, Reacher. I’m asking if you can pick up Y/N from work today. She’s having a rough time.”

“Oh.. how rough are we talking?” “Like she’s about to bite the boss’ head off,”

“Okay, I’ll be there. What should I bring her?” “I trust your judgment, Reacher.”

With that, Y/S/N hung up and sat down at her desk leaving Reacher dumbfounded in Finlay’s living room while Neagley and David played video games.

“What’s with the face?” Finlay asks, handing him a beer. “What should I get a woman when she’s having a bad day?” Reacher asks everything in the room.

Neagley pauses the game and everyone slowly turning to Reacher who opened Google to find out the answer to his question.

He noticed the silence and looked up from his phone to meet their shocked expressions.

“What?” “You have a girlfriend*?” David questions.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” he grumbles. “Then why do you care if she’s upset?” David retorts.

“Because it’s a nice thing to do for someone,” “Right, says the guy who breaks peoples faces for a living.” He presses the resume button on game.

**

As soon as the clock hit 5 o’clock, you gathered your things and sped walked out of your office. You practically ran into the stairwell when you heard an office door open.

You didn’t have any more energy to give to that god forsaken company today. You rush down seven floors until you reached the front door, inhaling deeply when the fresh spring air filled your lungs.

You heard someone to your right clearing their throat and immediately rolled your eyes. You were not in the mood to hear anyone’s cheesy pick up lines right now.

“Looks like someone’s cranky,” a familiar voice calls and you looked over to see Reacher leaning against his truck.

“Reacher?” You approached him with a confused expression. “Are you looking to invest something or..?” You trail off.

There was no way he was here for you, right?

“No. I’m not here to invest, peach.” He kicks off his car and closed the gap between you, towering over you in the process.

“Then why are you- I’m going to fucking kill her.” You seeth, turning to walk into the parking lot when Reacher stopped you.

“You want to know what sounds better than killing your sister?” he starts, slowly rubbing the sides of your arms.

Your eyes fluttered closed when his rough hands smoothed over your shoulders, humming in response.

“Some curry and sushi for dinner,”

That does sound really good.

“And my face between your thighs for dessert,”

God, that sounded even better.

“How does that sound, peach?” He questions as he continued rubbing your arms.

“Really good,”

“Good because Y/S/N already took your keys and drove your car home. Hop in.” Reacher suggests, opening the car door to hand you a Dunkin iced coffee.

**

“R-Reacher,” you groaned, twisting away from his eager tongue smoothing between your puffy folds.

He didn’t even wait until you were fully situated. Shutting the door, he took you in his arms and carried you into kitchen.

He set you on the counter and nudged you on your back. You gasped when he tore your pantyhose down your legs and lifted your skirt over your waist.

Pulling your panties to the side, he licks between your folds spearing your tight hole with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh my God,”

Shaking his head, he buries his face deeper in between your legs. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucked harshly on your sensitive nub.

He gathered your slick on his finger tips and sank two fingers into you, expertly thrusting upwards into your gspot causing your body to twitch.

He made it his mission to make you cum quick and hard.

“Mm, fuck.” You rolled your hips to match the thrusts of his fingers when he kitten licks your clit, sending you over the edge.

“I-I, fuck. I’m cumming, Reacher.” “Let it go, peach. Let me taste you.”

Your legs close around his head when your body trembles under the intensity of your orgasm.

A satisfied sigh left your lips when you came down from your high, your limp body was sprawled out on the counter.

He doesn’t slow his fingers and you could feel another orgasm building in your belly. He draws figure eights on your clit with his tongue, causing you to whine.

“Wait, I-“ you push his head away and tried to slide away from him but he pushed against your hand.

“Reacher,” you whimper, twisting your body away and covering your cunt so he would stop long enough for you to breathe.

“Move your hand. I’m not done yet.”

“I need a break,” you breathed out. “Move. Your. Hand. I’m not going to say it again.”

You don’t move fast enough for him and he threw you over your shoulder, smacking your ass hard as punishment. He didn’t care that you yelped out at the sharp sting.

Dropping you on the bed, he stripped down to his boxers.

“Strip,” he commands and you pulled off your clothes in record time.

You pressed your legs together when he approaches the bed when he pulls you closer by your ankles and flipped you on your stomach.

He placed a hand in between your shoulder blades to keep you in place. He straddled your legs and pulled your arms outstretched before tying your hands to the bed post with his belt.

Oh, you were in some deep shit now.

Moaning when you feel his hard cock against your ass cheek, he took your face into his hand and made you look straight back at him.

“You misunderstand, peach. The dinner was for you. The dessert was for me. I’m not going to stop until you’re crying and brainless.”

[redcherrykook]

────𐙚 maybe next time

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content: oneshot, strangers to ?, coffe shop, no dialouge, secret mutual pining

note from cherry: after being pissed off from that dm yesterday i had this beautiful idea. Random little story <3

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the greatest conspiracies lay beneath the surface of what seems to be most obvious. Dead giveaways- no brainers.

You don't spare a second thought to the boy that sits in the back of your favorite coffee shop, pondering about in his jean jacket that hangs loosely off his body.

The air reeks of brewed coffee and, undeniably, the boring allure of a regular life- one where you do your routine tasks inside a room drinking overpriced lattes, only to feel some sort of accomplishement. Convincing not only you, but every one of the unsuspecting people around you that- you have your shit together. You live a good, productive life.

Eyes darting to the bright screen set place in front of you, a long article about the importance of classic literature bores you to sleep,

Lids falling shut almost entirely- fleetingly escaping the horror or falling head first to the wooden table, another glance is spared to the boy in the jean jacket,

His delicate hands wrapped around the tall glass, filled half way with the same caramel iced latte he always had, sitting besides his propped up laptop, dew wettening the space beneath with the passing of unforgiving time.

You spare a brief thought to him, the question of this normal, average looking person written across your mind, begging to be seen, to no longer be talked up to being soley out of boredom, to escape the unescapable dread that lies within the reason you are even here, to work, to focus.

Only that he is far from average or normal. His beautiful chocolate locs fall effortlessly on the sides of his face, conturing the sharp lines of his face with gentleness. Brown, big eyes that remind you of a baby deer linger on the screen, sometimes looking outside the window next to him, but never to you

Truth be told, you didn't enjoy this shop. After having spend three consecutive days trying to like their cold brews, you noticed how loud the atmosphere is, cars rushing by on the main street, corporate employees on zoom calls that the barista noticeably rolls her eyes at,

Nonetheless, your feet take you down the street to meet your demise inside the cafe every time a call for long working hours is knocking at your door, wondering if maybe this time, he'd be sitting somewhere else, maybe this time he's spare you a split second of his pretty eyes

Jeon jungkook sighs, placing his forhead inside of his palm.

The young artist has once again met a dead end, researching galleries to supply with his sketches, pitching magazines to feature some of his work, the colors of his imagination brighter than any one he reachers to draw with, a dream so far- so unrealistic and unreasonable

He wishes to be seen, dreams to be looked at.

Although having been looked at by you for what adds up to three weeks now, Jungkook is, as any other person inside of this room, unsuspecting. Bored. Busy

Never noticing how you divert your attention to him when he sighs, thus never correctly timing when to look up, when to make your eyes collide in a brief manner, a second, one smile

Mentally, he has given up to do so. Beneath the surface of this mind, deep within the confines of his heart, he still wishes.

unrealistic, unreasonable, he would never be able to catch your glimpses.

As a person of solitude that seeks the beauty of human connection through art, his peers have never been more than that, his love has never felt like desire, eagerly growing a hunger- a primal need to look for that raw, irrational craving of someone elses company, analyzing the mind of a person who put their feelings to a canvas rather than conversing with them

Jungkook wanted to simply find what he was looking for in what he always knew to love, what has always loved him back, much more than the human experience ever granted him

The ice inside his venti glass had melted, evidence of unforgiving time coating the table in a little pool of water, he hadn't felt it passing- only being ripped out of the intimaticy inside his head when a small ring fills up his ears,

one he had trained to look out for, hoping to see your soft features and a way larger than necessary bag hanging from your shoulder,

it wasn't you who entered, he knew, you'd been sitting there for the past hour and a half, unsuspecting of his baseless imagination

It was you, who had gathered her things and left only the silhouette of your back to him, leaving through the door with a heavy heart that wonders if maybe next time, he'd look up,

You who entered to get everything done only to leave with an unfinished assignment and a surpressed craving for what looks to be an ordinary boy,

The boy in the jean jacket smiles a weak smile to himself, mumbling the words 'maybe next time' under his breath, almost involuntary it slips our from his lips, desperate to push it back down, down there where he covinced himself it had gone,

you only catch his soft smile, engraved inside your memory,

because this time, you don't turn the street up left to your apartment,

this time you walk right, passing the large window decorated with the boy in the jean jacket,

the time forgives you once- granting you a moment that seems to stop everything, seems to slow down your world and increase your heartbeat,

Because this time, he looks out the window as always, and as always, you look to him,

only that this time, he sees you looking, and you see his deer eyes land on yours,

a split second, a brief encouter, a tiny, polite smile, until time returns, the bustling of your ordinary life engulfing you with a hasty hug inside the big city, and you walk past the window,

maybe next time

[h-a-unted]

"Are you okay? Hey? Hey -" @twiicetheheart For Jack Reacher

"I'm okay," he breathes out. It's an attempt, he isn't sure if it landed, if his voice even worked. The only thing certain to him is the extreme exhaustion coursing through his body.

He can feel the world spinning, pain around his abdomen, maybe even higher, as if he had broken a few things. Suddenly, he feels pain almost everywhere. He thought he was fine, before, but now when he tries to breathe, it grows harder by the second...

The temperature is rising, but he thinks it's just the heat of the atmosphere, the way the adrenaline is subsiding. What was it he had been asked before? Did he answer? ...That's when he realizes he can barely make the words, can barely even think about them, about what's happening. His vision is blurry, breathing is so heavy, blood is gushing from where his hand rests, tightly against his stomach.

Oh, he feels he might get sick. He shouldn't have fought, he should've run. He knew it, his opponent knew it, and yet...

"Damn it..." Breathless, he tries to lift his gaze towards the woman that spoke just a few seconds ago. "Not... okay," and subsequently, his legs fail him, collapsing to the ground.

[h-a-unted]

❝ i could’ve killed you! ❞ [ @warofthebeasts seph @ reacher ]

"You could have, but you didn't." He starts, a satisfied smile appearing for a brief moment. "I trusted your abilities, like anyone else in my position would have."

There's a pause as he rubs the dirt away from his clothing. He speaks again as he tries to clean his attire up just a tad further. "That was my only choice. What else would you have suggested I did?"

[h-a-unted]

“A soldier is no citizen.” - @hacker-codeq Q to Jack

"What's a soldier, then?" It's not like he disagreed entirely, but he was sure the other meant something he didn't entirely like. "Are you one of those who think soldiers are things to be thrown at the enemy and disposed of after?"

[nanny-sc]

The only family that Jake speak is about his cousin 'Little J'.

Jake tells them a lot of cute child story for example how he read a lot of bedtimes stories to Jake, they slept together if one of them was scared, sometimes they even sneaked in Little J big brother room, or how much they love hug watching tv.

Now he is a man, some years older than Jake, who left his work to travel around the USA. Rarely he calls because doesnt have a phone, he prefers to send letters.

Dagger, Mav and Ice always immagine him as one of those hipster that they see always around San Diego.

The day when all Dagger families come for a family picnic, they are all curious to finally see this Little J, and the man who came is him...

For once Ice feels little when is near him, Mav in his mind call him 'Goliath' and Dagger ask why Jake call him "Little". Bradley is scared to the core when Reacher says to him "Dont you dare to break his heart".

Jake and Reacher are not allowed to play in family volleyball tourney (for the disappoint of a lot of present)

[h-a-unted]

"You still do have a bigger bite." Reacher comments, a smile still lingering there as he briefly reminisces. And she confirms that bite of hers with the next words. His chuckle comes low. Though it doesn't last when Michael is mentioned. Had she noticed? She probably did notice the murderous gaze he held towards the man. If it weren't out of respect for Savannah, he would've beaten him over and over already. He tried a few times, anyway.

Was it clear that Reacher did not like men who hurt his sister? Michael was one of, if not the worst offender of this. The pain Savannah carried because of him was already unforgivable in itself, it had taken a toll on her that Reacher had once feared could've taken her light out. He should've trusted in her willpower, but he would always be a little brother, in that regard. The rest of the man's actions only added insult to injury. Hell, he wasn't even respecting her sentiments, the memory of their kid, now. "You shouldn't have dinner with him. He's a grown man, he can deal with his issues by himself."

If she could deal with it and still be civil towards him, why couldn't he? A little pause is the only stop he truly takes as he wonders just how much more disappointing that man can get. "It's just as you said. Patrick isn't here anymore. He's not going to mind if you completely cut Michael off. If it were me, I would prefer that. And I think he would prefer your well-being, too... Michael is not worth the extra miles you're giving him."

@fcrtnite

“i don’t know about that. but if they were, it might’ve been because i was taller and had a bigger bark than both of you.” savannah always had a mouth on her. knew how to push buttons, talk her way out of sticky situations, diffuse conflicts. it was a natural gift. “i try and hold some of that back at work. never bodes well with the higher ups.” she admitted and not without a defiant roll of the eyes. it was impossible to count on two hands how many times she’d held her tongue on the job. the sharp tongue only came out when it was useful. “oh are we talking about michael now?” savannah chuckled, referring to her ex-husband of a little under a year. she lowered her eyes to conceal the sadness behind them. “no, that’s — it’s the anniversary next week, you know. of patrick's death. he’s not dealing with it well is all. i told him i'd meet him for lunch tomorrow to talk, but i'm starting to think that wasn't a good idea. at the same time, there's this child that tethers us together that isn't here anymore. it's a strange feeling."

[nade2308]

@whumpgifathon | Day 30: First Aid

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"Reacher", season 1, episode 2 "First Dance", Jack Reacher

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[writingakanatorior101]

Reaching over the line (see what I did there)

Summary: Linette needs a groundbreaking interveiw to pass her psych class which she is very desperatly failing. Luckyl Reacher is here to lend a hand.

Warning: Age gap , penetration , pyschology, neither of them understand themeselves

Also this is only a chapter of the story the full fic is Wattpad @SaturdaysLattes

Smut under line

MDNI

The sun peaked through my dorms curtains the beams of sunlight hit the fluffy white rug of my small dorm. The whole place may be 19ft, since my dorm was a single I had a bathroom and a little portable stove and mini fridge. I normally dont eat when I wake up I just keep my minifiridge stalked with ICE caffine drinks the blueberry ones are my favorite but there are some rasberry ones in there. Its about 5:30 now I pulled an all nighter 3 days in a row so thats probaly why I woke so late. Which means I have about two hours before Reacher gets here for this interveiw. 

I want my mind to drift anywhere but this interveiw. Fuck anxiety shakes the thought of this interveiw might kill me. Looking around the dorm is already pretty clean. The only thing the isnt clean is me and my thoughts about him. 

I wish I could just throw my brain away when he's around or comes into my mind. The thoughts about him are henious sinful even. I feel guilt when I look at him, is my attraction to him even justfided is it because he is older. Is it representation of lack of something. God why did I need to be a fucking psychology major. 

The mirror on the wall tells me I need to shower very desperately. Dark circles under my eyes portrays my lifestyle of the last three days. My hair even though its short it greasy and loosing volume. Sad to think the middle aged man I'm obbsesed with saw me in such gremlin like state. Turning the shower on I can feel water pour all over my body. How does Reacher live , where is here from? How many questions can I get away with asking him in this interveiw. Yeah theres the prompt Smothers handed out to us with questions like "How was your childhood" or "What do you fear the most" but I feel like asking him anything is so personal. He feels so personal to me and I dont even know him. 

By now steams fooging up my glass if the waters not burning I just dont feel clean. I already know what I want to ask him. 

"Do you have kids"

"Do you have a wife"

"Do you know its impossible for me to be around you and not feel like a whore"

I might have to refrain from that last one. Its insane it really is I have interveiwed tones of people for pyschology the words pour out of me in interveiws, yet im lucky if I dont freeze during this one.  Inch by inch I can feel the water bringing me back to life from the past three days and just for one moment everything was right there was no smother no hot middle aged man who flusters me it was just the warmth. But you know what they say about moments their fleeting. 

I fall agisnt the cold stone wall of my shower. It was perfect maybe Margrave isn't bad when this murder thing blows over I'll consider staying after college. Reaching for the shower handle, I turn  off the shower. 

The air when I step out of the shower is cold making me want to crawl back in and desperatley kling to heat. Luckily I keep the heater on all year around in the dorm but it never feels warm enough. Right now it should be about six right. So wheres my phone to prove that. Looking down at the counter its not there or on the top of the toilet so I must have left it on my bed. 

Then there he was and there I was

Naked with only a towl on my head.

Most people would have left or coverd their eyes maybe turned around. Reachers face was red. His eyes just went to my face. Then lower and lower. There was water running down my body left over from the show.  A moisture emerged between my legs. I didn't even hear him come him he didn't make a peep. "Im sorry, I thought you would come out in clothes or something!" He turned away from me towards a wall. Before he did I notice the throbbing bulge in his pants he was definatley blessed so to speak. While still be turned around he moved his hands over his crotch most likely to hide the massive boner.

Was he attracted to me I mean yeah put any naked girl in front of a man and he'll get hard but he was babying me last night treating me like I couldn't care for myself. So I may have just changed this whole perception of myself. 

Of course hiding a boner doesn't help when a 6'6 man is wearing grey sweatpants and white shirt. "Umm could you go to the hall for a second, your standing right in front of my bra and underwear drawer."

By now my face is porbaly also red. My nipples perked up from the air, I have no idea how much he saw, it was only for a secound but I felt like the whole of me was exposed now. There was no point putting clothes on he just saw the most intimate part of me. "Yeah I'll be out in the hallway." He utterd before slyly shutting the door so no one out there would see me.

What in the world do I wear now. I dont really have time to plan an outfit. Why in the fuck did he show up so early also. Its 6 'o clock I should have another hour and 30 minuites left. No matter how many clothes I sift through I feel like nothing will suffice for the fact that this man saw me bear ass naked. So its a free for all I guess.

I reach for black lace underwear and mesh up bra. Camo yoga pants and a new york dark blue crew neck. No bother trying I guess. I'm sure he will understand the lack of a cute outfit. I make my way torwards the door. Thats when it occurs to me whats on the actual list of questions. The top of list Smothers gave us is fine light stuff even its the bottom that scares me.

See in psychology we belive that what attracts you to a person says more about you. For example if a man likes blondes and only dates them theres a chance he belives sterotypes more than the rest of the population. This works for anyone with a fetish or something along thoes lines. 

But getting him to admit something like that to me is going to be challenge, like I said though he did already approve the list I might throw a few in myself if I'm feeling bolder.

I poke my head out the door. "Its ready now if you still want to do this." All I hear behind me is movment from him then the door closing behind me. "Again" he starts "I'm sorry, I showed up early because I just wanted to get it out of the way best way to handle things that make your nervous."

I left out a soft giggle. "Aww this makes big Reacher nerovous." It then occurs to me that making fun of this man who three times the size of the average person isn't a good idea. "Thoes aren't lightweight questions."

I turn to meet his eyes. Still that ligth crimson blue they were last time. "I know, thats why I ask them, and to be honest" I pull a chair out and sit down and offer him the one infront of me "I need someone who has a handle on their damage and at the same time I can unraval." 

A chuckle leaves him. "Your not going to unreaval anything here." He sounds so sure thats normally a good sign I'm going to suceed. "Thats for me to decide not you Reacher." 

"Like when you cant decide when to stop drinking caffeine and as for that list of questions I dont even awnser thoes when I'm blackout drunk."

I dont blame him for being afraid to answer most would be. Hell he's  seen me naked and now he is telling me about childhood tramua. We might as well be a couple.

God do I love a good puzzle of a man. "Good thing your painfully sober Reacher or should I say Jack." 

His breath changes. "How do you know my first name?" 

"Its public knowlege now on the police record."

"Anyway Jack lets start. Where and how were you raised."

Time passed during our interveiw. The things I learned about him during that time explained everything the protective nature , how he knew I was watching him it even partly explained his lifestyle. I had a seperate paper for the assigment other than the tape recorder I just set out so it could seem more causal it gets people to spill more anyway. 

Apparently Reacher was rasied on a Military base well multiple Military bases and later joined the military himself and did tours in Iraq. I was 5 years old when that war ended. Looking ta him for a moment I relaize how different he was than I am. I felt domestic in his prescnece this man has seen the worst of the worst. He's unlike anyone I have ever interveiw so his anwsers are by nature going to be better. I look down at my paper it has follow up notes with psychology terms all over it and certain sentences he says that I belive mean something. 

"When this is over can I see the paper?" I look down this is a very alarming paper looking at it now its like a diagnosis and conspiracy theories of everything that I percive to be wrong with him. Its like handing someone on big insult. 

"Do you wanna see the paper Reacher, its not a nice paper."

"Well this interveiws about me so I'm sure its not."

"Tell you what when this is over you can have the orgianl copy." 

"On to my next question, now I dont belive you have the ablity to be one but what do you think makes a serial killer Mr.Reacher?"

His face is blank he knew this question was coming I just dont think he thought I was ballsy enough to ask it. 

"I guess someone with a motive to kill and a lack of remorse for what they do." His face was darker now he showed multiple signs of being in deeper thought. "No I dont think I have the ability to be a serial killer Linette, I already know what your about to ask. Things still keep me up at night to this day and I most definaltey have guilt." 

A smile makes it way onto my lips "Well that takes away questions 23 and 24 I guess." 

"Why do you do this?" he says. "Your sitting in your dorm room with a man you chased down to suceed when you know the odds are stacked agisnt you, I looked into Dr.Smothers he has done this to other female students." 

I take my glasses off and set them on the desk. "Well Reacher from what you told me you have hunted many people down and the odds are always agisnt you, so you tell me why do I do this."

There it was agian that tenison from yesterday in the diner. It felt more serious than him putting his hand on my shoulder no I knew who I was sitting in front of now and I think he was getting nervous because he knew that to. 

"Ok next question, something we learned in class that a what a man is attracted to in a women wether thats her looks or personality it says a lot. It also means something how he pursues her."

He shifts in his seat whcich tells me I'm getting closer to what I need. "First my military tramua now I'm talking about my love life." I look down at the paper pretending not to the notice the reason Mr. Jack Reacher had to cross his legs. One very big reason, the same reason I have to the tensions simply that strong. Not to mention the little naked scene earlier didn't help. 

The sun is gone now the sky is painted black and all thats on in my small dorm is my salt lamp and thoes little sunset lamp things you see all over TikTok. This was no mood for a professional interveiw. In a normal setting we would be at a real desk not my small table off of a amazon. There would be brighter lights we would be in better clothing and there definalty wouldn't be a lavender diffuser on the table. 

Because of how comforting my enviorment is he probaly feels right at home. This is nothing like an investigation. Watching him shift in his seat trying to move the his so called "probelm" around so its not noticeable. Theres prominat veins on the side of his neck. I have cracked him but not in the way I wanted to. It doesn't work when your also attracted to the interveiwee. I have my legs in a criss cross now. I have tried to put on a relaxed front as long as possible. We both know how eachother feels that whats making this so hard. 

"I guess tell me why you pursue the women you do". 

"Their drive I guess, the ablity to see things through no matter what happens. Like hunters." Like hunters he added that on pourpose. When people use sentances like that it indicates the thought that they might feel targeted or in turn are trying to target you. That definatley didn't help the wetness growing in between my thighs. That fucker he did that shit on pourpose. "Well that expailns all the loose ends you have for a love life Reacher."

"Excuse me" He's undressing me with his eyes now. Whats worse is he doesn't need to imagine he already knows what there. I needed to say anything to de buff this situation so we dont end up rolling on my bed. Not that I dont want to that would be lovely. But it doesn't look good when your aiming to be a professional psychologist. 

I shift my foucus back to the present moment. "Well you adimited earlier that you dont stay places for long am I too asume that you mantian celibacy." 

"You think I just sleep with women thats ins-"

"Yes" I cut him off.

"I can see that there is no signs that women comforts you regulary just yourself."

"I dont really have time to do that what my job Linette."

"Self proclaimed job but I dont think you can handle solid commitment."

"Are you gonna tie me up and throw tomatoes at me next?"

"I'll let the rest of the town do that."

"Do you always show this much respect to the people you interveiw or this just for me."

The wetness isn't going away. The cat and mouse game is making it worse. For christ sakes does this man know what he is doing. For all I know he could be luring me in. All the task is now is finish the interveiw and keep my clothes on(which I already failed) and dont end up on top of him.

"How about I grab your water or tea. Take a break look over the list of questions again." 

"That fine I'll have tea" He says, I walk behind him to my very tiny kitchen all I really is Lipton packets and sugar and a kettle my neighbor from the bronx gave me when I lived in New York her name was Frances she had a british accent she was quiet sweet. 

I simply set the pot on the stove and left the tea bag in there just like she taught me. One of the worst things about Reacher is I cant hear his movements the bastards as queit as a mouse even though he is the size of a damn race horse. 

I feel something poking at the curve of my ass though. I could see his hands on both sides of the counter and I could feel the heat from his body on my back. "Did you do it on pourpose, inviting me here is there something else you want?"

His hands travled from the counter down to my hips pulling me closer to his member. I can feel everything through thoes grey sweatpants he had  two veins that run down his member and whats even worse is the tip its pointed directly at my entrance with a feeling big enough to rip me apart. The pressure from his hands grabbing  on my hips were almost lifting me off the ground. "Tell me you want something from me Linette and not that this is just and interveiw please pretty girl"

His breathe in my ear isn't making this any better. I can feel the redness on my face growing. The wetness now is horrible I cant think anymore. I try to push my hips back to relive it, trying to push his shaft further into my walls. A moan escapes my lips and I cup my mouth. Reacher lets out a chuckle. "Baby your gonna hurt yourself. Let me." He grabs my hand from my mouth "its ok dont worry about being loud." 

"These need to come off though, I wanna see that ass again. It was perfect the first time I saw it." 

His calloused hands moved under my crewneck to the top of my leggings. His hands god his fucking hands. So rough so perfect.

"Reacher I dont know if we should I want to but this is supposed to be professional."

My leggings were now to my knees. "This is about as professional as its gonna get babe." He tops that sentanc off with an ass slap. A yelp comes form me "Im sorry I didn-"

"Your making noise already, this is gonna be a long night for you." I couldn't see it and only found out later that there was a huge hand print on my ass from him. "Are you gonna be good for me tonight, gonna try to take all of me." 

I felt another slap on my ass this time "Awnser me baby or I'll leave you like this all wet." He got closer to my ear "you would proably need your fingers to fix this, my cock wont be able to stuff you full." 

"You gonna take all of me tonight." "Yes, yes sir."

The words barley came out everything felt like a haze. Then I felt air agisnt my heat and my black lace underwear at my ankles. "Such pretty underwear where were these when you came out of the shower. My little girl likes walking around naked like a whore."

I grip the marble counter. We should have interveiw in public maybe then I could keep my dinigty not that I would trade this for anything though. This man is goin to make me insane and I'm perfectly fine with that.  

"Look at that pretty little cunt , so pink just like I remember." Im going to hate him when he's gone I know it. "Can you count to ten for me smart girl." He reaches to the counter and grabbed my hand and held in a way to sweet for the present situation. "You gonna be a brave girl and try to take me. Its gonna take practice princess"

I feel him hold my hand gentley and caresses my thumb. "You can always tell me to stop ok princess I wont be mad." Thats when I feel it something large poking at my back. I couldn't see it but I know it has a curve I could feel the veins more now he had one very prominant one directly lined up with my heat. Reacher pulled my hips back a little into his shaft I could feel his balls on my upper thigh this man was hung like a fucking horse. "Start conuting smart girl, thats an order."

Being completly honest I wouldn't being lying if some part of me wasn't scared but the other part is extermely excited. This time the words one came to me because I knew them by heart. "One" I breathe waiting for the impalement "Two" I wait a little bit more he is still holding my hand with one hand on my ass. "Three" My hand feel that he was holding and he put it on the base of his member. "Four" The tip ran down my clit. "Five ahh" I reached back for him again and felt pain that can only be descirbed as ripping. I'm not a virgin it shouldn't have hurt that much. For a moment I see an array of colors. "Your doing great Lin" He leans to where he is folded on top of me his hand still on my hip continues pulling me back onto him. "Theres just a little bit more of me to go ok."

Fuck that wasn't all of him my legs are shaking and tears are welling up in my eyes. "It its hurts." 

"It wont in a couple minuites babe I promise." I didnt kniw it was antomically impossible for a man to be this size. What the fuck did they feed him as a kid. "Keep counting princess." His tone was more demanding now the pressure coming from in between my hips was going to breake me. I breathe in "Six" and out his legnth slowy begins to move I can feel the tip hitting my cervix. "Seven" the only holding me up right now was his hand on my left hip. "Ah-h eight" 

"I'm almost there two more number pretty girl." This man needs to seriously invest in some fucking lube. "Nine" I begin to make try to push my hips back on him. He stands up straighter and firm so I can steady myself. Reacher lets out a gasp "Brave girl,  maybe you need to be a soldier like me huh?"

"Ten" He pushed the last inch in for me forcefully. "Lets see if you can walk in the morning while I'm still here. Hold the counter for tightly ok brave girl." My feet leave the tile and he now holding me off the ground by my hips. With both hands on my hips I can feel the starting of the thrust. "So tigth princess so beautiful why has no one came and swpet you up yet."

Each thrust felt like a rope tightneing around me. It felt like fireworks the grand fucking fanalie. "Your gonna make it hard to leave sweetie."

God knew Reacher felt stupid. He has been thinking about Linette since the diner. He was so  enamored her this tiny little thing had been watching him and didn't know until the last second. People who trained for years couldn't get past Reacher so why could she. So much younger than him to god and so pretty and untained. Yes he knew she wasn't gonna be able to walk tommrow and she was thankful for him. Deep in the back of his head he wonderd why he wanted to baby her so much the girl is smarter than any kid her age. Fuck she could rival him. But she still needed someone to take care of her. He had a plan she can be so much more than she is now.  

The thrust were getting more agressive now, is he mad at me? The moans slipping in array of a hot mess. "Cry for me princess, show me how good I make you feel." Sudenly I felt release not the one like last night no this was real release. The tenison left and part me was filled that I didn't even know existed. "Did my pretty girl finish." 

I can feel my eyes widening theres a warmth in my womb from Reacher. Thick hot ropes shot through me. Balls where shoved to my ass and he was bent over me. We dont have any fucking protection does he relazie what he just did. "Sorry sweetie your so tight it gets hard to pull at fast when you feel that good."

"Jack we didnt use a condom and Im not on birth control." I turn to grab his arm even though he is still holding me up. "Dont worry your not fertile until next week, then I'll wear one." Was this man tracking my menstrating cycle. How the fuck does he find this stuff out. 

He pulls out of me and lies me on my bed. Thats when it occured to me that my tape reccorder is still on. "Umm so Im going to have to cut like half the interveiw." I can see Reacher over there lingering my the kettle and now pouring in into two cups. "Why is that" he turned to me "You got some key information out me, dont get me started on that paper." Was he for real? "Umm it includes us fucking!" 

He smiles to himself pour sugar in his tea. "I turned it off when I asked you to make tea."  A moment of silence lingers for a second. All I feel is warmth being wrapped up in my comforter. I feel like one big burritto. "You big bastard." 

He sets the tea on my nightstand. "You my friend had a kettle like that she actually works with my she is a P.I" 

I pause for a moment this man just railed me infact I may not be able to walk tommrow and he is talking about a godforsaken kettle. "Yeah I actually got it from my neighbor in New York, she taught me how to use it to her name was frances pretty cool lady if you ask me."

"Hmm" he smiles to himself "small world." As if I could casually know any whackjobs that he does. I lay my head back and glance at my bra and underwear on the floor. I took off my bra after Reacher layed me down and decided to swaddle me in my comforter. Now Im just one big naked burrito. 

My bed shifts next to me again how is this bastard to quiet when he is garguatuan. "You need to sleep well tonight so you can heal for the morning Linette." He digs himself under the blanket and pulls me to his chest. I had no idea this man could be not a prick not to mention cuddling. I try to wrap my legs around but now that the aftershock of sex was gone and the in between of my legs hurt. "Ahh it never hurt like this before." 

"Im sorry it will be gone in a few days".

"A few days!!" "I feel like a virgin"

I glance over at him with his head on my pillow laughing. I snuggle my head cloes to his chest , so warm so safe. 

"Goodnight Reacher thank you for the interveiw."

He puts his hand on my head and pets my hair 

"Good night Lenny'

He pepperd my forehead with a kiss and the slumber took me.

[h-a-unted]

you’re safe. they’ll never find us here. / @cokon for jack !

Trying to catch his breath, he had taken some time to stare at the other after the dust seemed to settle, for the moment. Though they seemed so confident, Reacher had other thoughts.

"Is this a safehouse?" Reacher asks, that would be one of the only places that could not be traced so quickly. "If you've used this place before, it might not be as safe as you think." Yet, he doesn't seem to mind. He trusts it'll take them a while to check this area in particular and, by then, Reacher trusted that he'd be long gone.

"Helping me interrupted... whatever you were doing. Why did you?" It was one of the things he didn't understand about the situation. There was nothing to gain from helping him out, rather he thought the other might do the opposite, before. More profit from that than this. Maybe, there was still a possibility that the stranger would sell him out... After all, Reacher couldn't even see his face, let alone his intentions.