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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.”
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“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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Rusty Compass
Jack Reacher x Sibling!Reader
The neon sign of the Rusty Compass bar cast a jaundiced glow across Jack Reacher's face. He nursed a beer – his third, probably, judging by the empty bottles lining the counter. Rain splattered against the window, washing away the neon in blurry streaks. Not a bad night for a ghost town, Reacher thought, swirling the last drops of his beer.
Then, the bell above the door jangled. A gust of wind swept in, carrying with it the scent of wet asphalt and teenage angst. A skinny figure stood silhouetted in the doorway, blinking against the sudden brightness. Reacher squinted, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes.
"You lost, kid?" he rumbled, his voice as gruff as his military background.
The figure stepped into the light, revealing a mop of rain-soaked hair and wide, eyes that seemed to hold the weight of the world. It was a young kid , barely sixteen, face pale and drawn. Yet there was a stubborn echo of Reacher's own face in there too.
"Are you Jack Reacher?" the person asked, with a voice barely a whisper.
Reacher raised an eyebrow, surprised by the question. He wasn't exactly in the habit of advertising himself. "Depends who's asking," he drawled, playing along.
The young adult took a shaky breath. "My name is Y/N. Y/N Reacher. I'm your sibling."
The words hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. Reacher had no siblings besides Joe, or so he thought. His past was a tangled mess, buried deep within him like a scar. This kid, with their haunted yet familiar eyes, was dredging up memories he'd spent years suppressing.
Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken questions. Rain hammered against the roof, a drumming accompaniment to the internal war raging within Reacher. Curiosity battled distrust, a tug-of-war played out in the depths of his gaze.
Finally, he sighed, the sound like a weary sigh of an old mountain. "Get yourself a lemonade, kid," he muttered, gesturing to the bartender. "Let's talk."
The next few hours were a blur of stolen glances and hesitant words. Y/N, it turned out, was the result of an indiscretion, a secret Reacher never knew existed. Y/N spoke of a childhood spent in shadows, a mother's love a fragile shield against a harsh world. They spoke of searching, of yearning for a connection that felt undeserved.
Reacher listened, the calluses on his soul softening with each story. He saw himself in Y/N’s eyes, the same hunger for belonging, the same wariness of trust. It was a mirror he couldn't ignore, a reflection of the man he could have been, should have been.
By the time the bar closed, a silent pact had been forged. Reacher wouldn't turn this scrawny kid away, wouldn't let them wander the same lonely road he once had. He wouldn't be the father the kid never had, but maybe, just maybe, he could be the sibling he never knew was needed.
They stepped out into the rain, the moon a pale smudge behind the thick clouds. The road ahead was still shrouded in mist, but it didn't look like an endless escape anymore. It looked like a shared journey, two Reachers, bound by blood and circumstance, carving their own path through the storm. And for the first time in years, Jack Reacher didn't feel alone.
The Rusty Compass faded into the darkness, leaving behind the echo of unspoken promises and the flicker of a fragile hope. The rain kept falling like a baptism, washing away the past and paving the way for the new. Jack Reacher, the lone wolf, had found his pack. And sometimes, that’s all the shelter you needed from the storm.
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𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐻𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛’𝑡 𝑆𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑀𝑦 𝑀𝑎𝑛 ; jack reacher
| one-shot |
summary: your boyfriend is a sight to behold.
pairing: fem!reader x alan ritchson!jack reacher.
trope: established relationship.
genre: fluff + romance.
warnings‼️: crude language + alan ritchson is 6’3 but jack reacher is 6’5 in the books so that's what i'm going with + tall!reader since she’s 5’8 (my height) & i say that's pretty tall for a woman & there’s just smth ab large height gaps that make me so uncomfortable + a guy gets a bit too comfortable but big ole season 1 6’5 reacher takes care of it giggles maniacally + mentions of alcohol consumption + implications of sex but it's still sfw + mentions of toxic friendships (jealousy is a disease y’all! either stay safe or get well soon!).
word count: 2,693.
random disclaimerrr: JACK REACHER’S SAUR FINE OMG HE’S SO BIG & TALL & DIRECT & STRONG & SO SO SMART LIKE UGH I NEED DAT‼️happy reading! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♡ © 2024 @jks1uv
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“What is he, like six-three, six-four?”
“Goddamn. He’s fucking huge.”
“Mmm, try six-five.” You giggle as your friends stare shocked and dumbfounded.
Reacher saw you in town at the local library and ‘bout damn near broke his neck doing a doubletake.
You were browsing in the classic literature section, not really looking for anything.
But you looked so beautiful.
You were in your element and in his mind, there's nothing else that makes anyone more attractive.
He sauntered up to you and and showed you his favorite, which you so happened to finish before making your trip there. He chuckled as you gushed about the novel and indulged you in friendly fire about the interpreted meaning(s). He then asked if you were free to hang out to which you agreed as long as you pick the place.
You weren't an idiot. You took his size and build into careful consideration as nowadays, you never know what might happen.
Besides, no matter how well-read, handsome and charming a man may seem, never trust him at first glance.
So, you played it smart. Only telling him what he asked for, smiling to be polite and insisting on paying for your own things as you put it so eloquently.
“It’s fine, Reacher. We aren't dating.”
Of course, he took notice of your boundaries and was impressed at how subtly direct they were drawn.
Two more hangouts in public spaces later, he asked you out on a date. You thought he'd earned it along with your number.
That was three months ago.
You told your friends a few days prior to the present situation and they were ecstatic. They understood what kind of woman you are and if a man caught your eye, he must be worth your time.
So, they arranged for a triple date disguised as a dinner with their boyfriends. They begged you to say yes to the inevitable hangout-turned-gossip sesh-with-the-girls.
Who were you to deny them of this one, little thing?
That’s how you ended up seated at a table in a sports bistreaux. Jack is at the bar with your friends' boyfriends.
You take a sip of your soda and your friends eye each other before breaking out in a fit of uncontrable laughter.
“What, what's so funny?”
“Nothing!” Ayla blurts out but as soon as she looks over at your other friend, Trinity, she's giggling all over again.
They smack each other and are smiling so hard, Ayla is on the verge of tears.
“Okay, okay.” Trinity catches her breath.
“We were just thinking abut how, like, you said he’s 6’5, right?”
“And you’re… 5’8?”
You nod at them curious to what they’re trying to insinuate.
“So, Y/n.” Ayla draws out with an airy voice.
“Does he even fit the bed? You know, when you two-”
“Oh my god.” You groan.
They wildly cackle at your response and deem it’s hilarious but you can’t help but smile, however ludicrous their response may be.
“You guys are so ridiculous.”
You take another sip of your soda and feel yourself in the line of someone’s eyes.
You look up and meet his. It seems he’s in a similar situation; being the punchline for the poorest taste in humor.
He shrugs slightly and you smile at him. He smiles back and looks away to take a bite out of his food.
You feel great about this; the relationship, Reacher. All of it.
Nothing can ruin any of it for you.
“Oh shit.”
Ayla bursts your little bubble of content with disbelief and, well, you can’t say nothing lasts forever.
“Don’t turn around right now-”
And of course, you do the exact opposite. Your curiosity gets the best of you but it isn’t necessarily a bad thing, per say.
“You shouldn’t have started with that.” Trinity shakes her head.
The people in your line of view consist of your ex-best friend and her boyfriend who used to be like an older brother to you. A friend.
You watch as they walk towards a table of equally shallow bodies of pathetic people. You turn back around and don’t look at your friends. You’re suddenly hit with an embarrassing hotness in your stomach and your heart’s beating fast.
Bitch, what, you scared?
You claim you’re not and try to slow down your palpitations by dipping for a minute.
“Bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
You don’t even glimpse at your friends and walk straight to the back but of course you’re friends follow you.
Trinity explains how you’re going to the bathroom and she’ll stand outside for you to Reacher but he doesn’t buy your story. He saw the look on your face and your urgent stride added on. But he doesn’t pry, not yet anyway.
You stand in front of the mirror and will yourself to just breathe. You remind yourself you’re not scared, you’re not a pussy. It’s just nerves on fire as you haven’t thought of them in months.
Ayla wants to go inside to check in on you but Trinity disagrees.
“This is something she needs to do on her own.”
“I know.” Ayla sighs and checks the time on her watch.
“Excuse me.” A voice curtly intervenes.
Meet Darcy Pratt, aka a psychotic, mentally ill, two-faced narcissistic, bigoted bitch who is also, somehow, a people pleaser.
“It’s a one-stall bathroom.” Trinity wittily replies with a fake smile.
“Sure it is.” She nods.
Ayla scoffs. “We don’t know how to lie like you.”
“Okay, wow.” Trinity puts her hand on Ayla’s shoulder in warning but the she ignores it.
“What are you trying to say?” Darcy challenges to which Ayla graciously accepts ‘cause momma ain’t momma no bitch!
While all of this is going on, your heart’s calmed down enough for you to go back out there.
You deeply inhale and exhale one last time and as soon as you open the door, it’s chaos central.
“Bitch, please-”
“Who the fuck you callin’ a ‘bitch’, bitch?”
So much is happening at once and you don’t know why but you know what to do.
“What is going on here?”
All 3 girls stop talking and look at you.
“We were just leaving.” Ayla seethes.
“Finally, some common ground.” Trinity mutters while she hastily leads the way.
You awkwardly purse your lips and walk away from Darcy but she doesn’t return the sentiment.
She rolls her eyes and mocks with bitterness.
“Yeah, go on. Walk away from this, too.”
You stop dead in your tracks.
“You know what? Fine.” Trinity huffs and turns around.
Ayla’s itching for a fight now, a crazy rush of adrenaline pumps through her veins.
You weren’t going to start a fight since finishing one was always your style but this was something you couldn’t ignore.
“We haven’t spoke in months and that’s what you wanna say to me? Really?”
You’re not talking too loud but you’re not exactly timid with it, either.
Darcy rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.
“Oh, please, Y/n. You literally ran to the bathroom when I walked in so don’t act all big and bad now.”
You scoff at her audacity. “If you think I’m scared of you then you’re even more delusional than I know.”
You choose to walk away with your dignity intact but alas. Some people just can’t stand it when others display amounts of maturity they can only speak of.
Trinity and Ayla split the bill before you even ask to leave and have already told the waitress to bring a few to-go boxes.
As you wait, they tell their boyfriends and Reacher that you three are gonna go explore the boutique next-door.
You pack up the remaining food and remember the events that lead to you breaking off an 11 year friendship.
She was like a sister to you. Always there for you through thick and thin, cheering you on and encouraging you to come out of your comfort zone.
She just had to grow jealous and miserable, making her own problems the pinnacle of her life.
What about your problems? What about how you feel?
Whatever. That’s all in the past.
You have some great things going for you in the present and you are not about to let yesterday’s grief ruin tomorrow’s happiness.
“You okay?” Trinity bumps your shoulder with hers in an attempt to cheer you up.
It works, you give her a small smile and nod.
“I’m ready to get the fuck outta here.” Ayla yawns.
“Bruh.”
Her bipolarity is something you’ll never get used to.
“Y/n?”
You turn around at the sound of your boyfriend calling you.
He gets up from the stool and walks over to you.
You know what he’s doing; staring into your eyes to really see what’s going on and why you wanna leave all of a sudden.
Your nervousness grows the closer he comes and you can’t look in his eyes for more than a couple seconds.
“Hey,” He murmurs.
He places a hand on your shoulder and you put on a fake smile.
“What’s going on?”
His attentiveness is so endearing, especially when it’s towards you. You feel special every time you’re on the receiving end of his treatment.
Your friends eye each other and back away a bit, giving you two some space.
“Nothing, I’m just not feeling well.
He gives you a look that says, ‘I know you’re lying’ but he still doesn’t pry.
You’re grateful for that but you know he won’t let either of you sleep until you tell him what’s been chewing on you later, but that’s later.
“I promise.” You lie.
He sighs.
“Okay, but I-”
“Yo, Y/n!”
Fuck.
You close your eyes like it’ll make everything disappear. Like it’ll undo everything.
Reacher turns his shoulders sideways and furrows his eyebrows a bit at the sound.
He sees a guy a quarter of his size and a few inches shorter than him practically galloping towards your small group.
Asha and Eve exchange glances and their boyfriends stand up from the stool as well.
“Heard you called my girl crazy?”
You smack your teeth and sigh deeply. Your fingers pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation.
Reacher takes this as a sign and steps up.
He’s almost covering you now but it’s comical to see him peer down the guy you used to call your friend.
“I think you could’ve handled that way better. Don’t you?”
“Reacher.” You touch his shoulder but he ignores your unspoken request.
He’s not about to let this random come and disrespect you, and he’s certainly not about to let it go either.
“Josh, stop.”
It’s faux embarrassment, you can obviously tell.
Darcy doesn’t give a fuck about Josh doing the confronting for her. As long as he speaks up first, she’ll just piggyback off of him and bring up irrelevant shit to misdirect the entire conversation.
This isn’t your first rodeo.
“Nah, that ain’t fair.” He remarks without looking at her.
“You talk all this shit when we’re not around but now that we’re here, you don’t wanna talk anymore?”
Josh steps around Reacher and is just half a step away from getting in your face.
He’s yanked back before another breath can slip out of his mouth and you see Reacher slam him face-down onto the nearest countertop.
“Woah, man!”
“Oh shiiiit.”
“Get his ass!”
Some people turn to look at the person who shouted that last sentence.
“What? He had it comin’.” Ayla defends.
Your hands fly to your face on reflex and your eyes are wide in shock. You didn’t know what to expect but it wasn’t this.
“Don’t you ever make that mistake again, do you hear me?”
He scorns the other so-called ‘man’.
He reckons any guy with a brain should know not to get in a woman’s face, no matter the situation. But desperate times call for desperate measures and if Reacher was supposed to school him, then he’ll teach this lesson with great enthusiasm.
Josh has one arm bent behind him on his back and Reacher’s manhandling him with one hand.
Is it wrong to state how turned on swooned you are in this moment?
Other people are starting to crowd and look at the ongoing spectacle, tuning you back in.
“Y/n! Do something!” Trinity whisper-screams.
“What the fuck is she supposed to do? He’s almost a foot taller than her and big as is anyway.”
Ayla makes a fair point but you know Reacher would do just about anything you’d ask.
“Reacher,” You call out softly.
A few seconds go by before he turns his head slightly to where you could see his side-profile.
“Let’s go.”
You don’t know if this’ll work but you ought to try.
“Look, man. I-I don’t want any trouble-”
Reacher sneers at his pathetic quivering. “You couldn’t even afford it.”
And with that, he lets him go.
Reacher fixes his jacket a bit and gives you a once over. His blue eyes scan your face and body and once he’s satisfied, he walks out with your hand in his.
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It’s always quiet when he’s over.
You guys order takeout, watch a movie or start a show, you’ll fall asleep and he’ll carry you to your bed while he sleeps on the couch.
Except, none of that is happening tonight.
You’re sitting on your bed and he’s in the living room double checking the doors, windows and other things with handles and locks on them.
It’s unusually quiet, especially for the day you’ve just had. So quiet, that you don’t even hear his footsteps padding in your direction.
They stop at the door and he’s leaning against it, analyzing you.
“Spill.”
You look up and see a serious look on the face but it isn’t mean. It’s more of a ‘I need to know why whatever happened today transpired so we can move on’ look. And you get it, you figured he’d ask sooner or later.
“He’s the boyfriend of one of my ex-best friends.” You admit.
“We used to be friends, he was like an older brother to me.”
He sits down next to you.
“Darcy was acting weird and I didn’t like it so when I went to confront her, of course she didn’t appreciate it. She got Josh to do some of her bidding and I just broke it off with the both of them.”
You look at Reacher and he’s nods a couple times.
“How long ago was that?”
You pour your lips to the side in thought.
“Like, months ago. Almost six, I think.”
His eyebrows are raised and he stares at you.
“And I thought you held a grudge.”
That makes you smile a bit.
“Shut up.” You mumble while pushing his shoulder with your knuckles.
He shrugs and looks back at you, an expression of care adorning his face.
“Has he done that before?”
You know he’s referencing to how close he got to your face out of spite and you answer him truthfully.
“Yeah.” You sigh.
“Trinity was there and she told him to back off, which he did. She was saying how he shouldn’t do that and how unnecessary it was and I appreciate her for that, I do.”
You take a moment to reflect on how history has repeated itself.
“Just wish it was me saying those things but I think I was just in shock at how fast it all happened.”
He hums thoughtfully before inquiring about his girlfriend.
“Darcy didn’t say or do anything.” You dryly comment.
He hears your disappointment behind it and wishes so badly he was there.
You look down at your hands and his large ones interlock your fingers with his. He rubs his thumb across yours in a soothing manner.
“But I did.”
He takes your hand up to his lips and presses a kiss of promise onto it.
The act makes you smile and you turn to hug him. Your arms make their place around his neck and his around you, his hands almost take up your entire back.
“I’ll have your back. Always.”
“I know.” You smile into his shoulder.
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How is there is not more fanfic for Reacher?!?!
Alan Ritchson in that role is to die for! And there isn't a whole bunch of fan fic for his portrayal of the character?!?!
Most of it is Tom cruise 🤮 who I don't particularly like anyway and definitely not for that role.
I need me some giant of a man fanfic!!!
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The success of “Reacher” makes a lot more sense when you consider that it’s the dad show version of “Sherlock”. So if you like “Sherlock” and are also a fan of shows like “Yellowstone”, there you go.
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(via Alan Ritchson: From 'Big Guy' to Hollywood Heavyweight)
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Reacher Renewed For Season 4
"Reacher" is back for Season 4! Brace yourselves for more action, more mysteries, and more Alan Ritchson as the unstoppable Jack Reacher. Stay tuned for what promises to be the most explosive season yet!
Link to the full story: https://www.theomenmedia.com/post/reacher-marches-on-amazon-s-hit-series-set-for-a-thrilling-season-4
#Reacher Renewed#Amazon Prime#Alan Ritchson#Streaming News#TV Series#Reacher#Season4#Jack Reacher#Prime Video
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God damnit Ferdie
#ferdinand kingsley#reacher#amazon prime#let me guess#his character is going to get killed for doing bad things to kids???#sheesh
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Jack Reacher - Headcanons
A/N: I'm almost done watching the Amazon Prime show, and Alan Ritchson was such a good pick to play Jack Reacher. And there's not enough Jack Reacher fics on here
Warnings: Cursing, Jack Reacher's dry ass humor, brief mentions of blood/minor injuries
Jack Reacher (Alan Ritchson) x Reader
Master List - Part 2
First and foremost, this man is HUGE. He's 6'5, 250 pound of THICK.
He's BIG. He's WIDE. He's TALL. He's THICK.
*Cue McDonald's "Painfully Thick" Milkshake Commercials*
Where am I going with this?
This man usually knows that he takes up some space, but sometimes he forgets. There are countless times where he accidentally knocks you over. Like you breaking your neck when you talk to him sometimes. He thinks it's funny.
Of course, he's a man of few words, and his favorite phrase is "Details matter." - and he truly means it
This man pays the attention. He's very attentive.
Even if y'all aren't dating, he picks up on the little things. Your favorite color, your favorite music genre, your favorite snack, your everything. And commits it to MEMORY - this man don't forget a thing.
This man loves food, and he can eat. Please give him a hot meal and a piece of pie.
I am a firm believer that you can bribe this TREE OF A MAN with a slice of peach pie.
Since he is a self-proclaimed hobo, your place of residence has become a safe base and as payment for letting him stay with you, starts fixing stuff in your house.
Your sink's broke? He gone fix it.
Your car's leaking? He gone fix it too.
He doesn't even ask you and you don't even have to tell him - he just start fixing things and like a week later he'll be like "Yeah your sink was making a noise to I fixed it." And you didn't even know it was broken in the first place.
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I’ve been eating up the latest Reacher s2 eps and I just have to request a Karla Dixon x son of reacher reader plz🙏
Y/N walks up to Reacher and Karla…
Y/N: so you don’t call me for Christmas but for a case?
Reacher: sorry bud. I’m glad you got here.
Y/N: hey Dixon
Karla: hey yourself
Reacher: oh gosh you know each other?!
Y/N: define know
Karla: I’d say pretty well after last April (winks)
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Coming in December '23...
Happy viewing!
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Reacher Season 3 Episode Guide
Season 3
Itinerant former military policeman Jack Reacher solves crimes and metes out his own brand of street justice. Based on the novels by Lee Child.
#3.1 - "???" (Season Premiere) () Thu, Feb 20, 2025 Reacher must go undercover to rescue an informant being held by a haunting foe from his past.
#3.2 - "???" () Thu, Feb 20, 2025
#3.3 - "???" () Thu, Feb 20, 2025
#3.4 - "???" () Thu, Feb 27, 2025
#3.5 - "???" () Thu, Mar 6, 2025
#3.6 - "???" () Thu, Mar 13, 2025
#3.7 - "???" () Thu, Mar 20, 2025
#3.8 - "???" (Season Finale) () Thu, Mar 27, 2025
WILL BE UPDATED
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