#every other weekend

[georgiapeach30513]

Every Other Weekend, Part 5

Summary:  Things did not go well for Jack, and things went great for you and Nick

Pairings:  Jack O’Malley X Reader, Nick Fowler X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  language, discussions about cheating, explicit sexual content, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, squirting, spitting, choking, multiple orgasms, implied dumbification, implied objectification, cocky!Nick Fowler, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.8K

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Nervously you busy yourself, doing anything, before Jack arrives to pick up Finn.  Had swept the house multiple times.  Vacuumed and vacuumed again.  Mopped until you were light headed from the cleaning supplies, and still you couldn’t sit still.  A constant beating and banging of Finn’s drums, and honestly it makes you want to scream.  Thrilled when Jack just walks into the house without knocking.

Walking into the kitchen to see you unloading the dishwasher.  Again.  He takes a deep breath, and dramatically coughs at the lingering clean smell, before sitting down at the bar, “What’s the deal with the cleaning?”

“I’m getting the stench of loneliness out of this house,” you answer shortly.  Continuing about your business.

Jack’s finger taps on the counter, hissing through his teeth.  “Can we talk?”

“Is that not what we’re doing?”

“No, I say something, and you snap back.  That’s different.”

“Well, what do you want me to say Jack?” You go to make a cup of coffee, and Jack walks over to you, pointing at the stools.  “What do you want?”

“I’m going to make you a cup of coffee,” while you roll your eyes, he moves around to the machine, and spins on his heels to stare at you.  “I messed up.”

“Mhmm.  We established that nearly a year ago.”

“Can we go back to sessions?” You shake your head no, but his face doesn’t change from his determination.  “Why?”

“We tried Jack.  I tried.  While I was trying you were getting text messages at three o’clock in the morning from that woman.  Doesn’t take a genius to figure out your late night bootie calls.  So while I’m at home asleep, with your son upstairs, you’re getting your dick wet with some whore that you promised you would never speak to again.  So why should we go back to therapy?  I filed for divorce.  You were served.  I’m done.”

He grimaces a moment before he blurts out, “I never had sex her.”

“Oh?  So what were you doing?”

“Talking.  That’s it.”

“Hmm, you know, I think I liked the idea of you having meaningless sex better.  But I guess if you can talk to her instead of me, it wouldn’t be meaningless would it?  You developed feelings for her.”

“I deserve that,” he chokes out, turning around to grab the creamer from the fridge.  “I should have stopped.  She works at the DA’s office, and…it was mostly business because I feel I can’t talk to you about things from work.”

“Oh my god!  Jack, you’re telling me that she’s always going to be in your life?  This is great.  And you let her around my son.”

“You had Dean around our son.”

He slides the mug over to you, starting his own cup, but you can only angrily stare at the mug, it was the perfect shade of brown.  It smelled divine, and you hated that Jack knew how to make your perfect cup of coffee.  “Is this what this is about?  You saw me with Dean.”

“I saw Dean groping you on a Ferris wheel.  Cal had to stand in front of Finn so he would see what a disappointment…”

“Say it.  I’m a disappointment?  You can risk your marriage for some bitch that you’re not even fucking.  And the minute that I get out and go on a date, I’m the disappointment.  Which, by the way, we weren’t even together.  Just because your indiscretions went unseen by Finn doesn’t mean that you’re the innocent party.  I didn’t know you were going to be at the fair.  And if I recall, Dean wasn’t the first one to grope me on a Ferris wheel.  So is Dean your problem?  Because I’m at a loss here?”

“Do you have a date with him tonight?” You snort, shaking your head no.  “This weekend at all?”

“No.  I’m not dating Dean.  Not that it’s any of your concern.  Is that all?”

“Why him?  He’s Finn’s teacher, and…why him?”

“Is this because he’s Finn’s teacher or does it bother you that he was my first love?” Jack shrugs, unsure how to answer.  He didn’t know if it was Dean in general that got under his skin, because who Dean was to you, or the fact he was in too close a vicinity to Finn.

“Remember when I told you I was okay?  Before the arguing really started, I just shut down.  Then you were gone and didn’t come home until four or five in the morning.  And one time I had to take our son to the ER because his fever skyrocketed, and I couldn’t wake him up, and I couldn’t reach you?  My son was so feverish he was unconscious in my arms,” Jack has to look away from you.  He was ashamed that he chose someone else’s time over his family that needed him.  It was the reason that he now made time to be with Finn as much as possible.  

“Work, and this woman took you away from the two people you claimed to love above all else.  Our son was in the hospital, and I didn’t get in touch with you until his fever dropped.  He needed you.  I needed you, but you were unavailable to us, because of her,” you slap your hand on the counter, getting upset at how utterly alone you felt then.  How you couldn’t help but wonder what would Jack do if he were there.  Instead, you watched over your baby who had finally broken his fever, and still you were alone.  Comforting him, but not having the support that you needed.

“I realized something then.  I realized I lost myself.  I was a hairdresser.  I was Jack’s wife, and I was Finn’s mom.  But I wasn’t me.  It became painfully clear that instead of your partner, I became your live-in maid and babysitter that would sometimes share the comfort of your embrace.  Sometimes I was used as wet flesh for you.  And yes, I pushed for us to have a baby because you were so good when Finn was a baby.  I had all of you.  I thought by having a baby I would get that back, and you stop with your tomfoolery.  And you refused, so I refused to let you just fuck me.  Because Jack, that’s what it was.  There was none of that passion that we used to have.  There was none of the kissing or the holding each other.  It was the gripping and pounding every fucking time.  And I couldn't bring the Jack that I love back.  That’s why I needed to separate from you.  I couldn’t play these draining mind games I was having with myself.  You move out and came here every night.  Every night we had us back, and every morning you left and I had to wake our son and get him ready for school.  I always get the hard part.  You get to be the fun dad.  And you blamed me when I got jealous of you getting to have fun with our son.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s too late,” he shakes his head rapidly, trying to reach towards you.  “It’s too late,” the two of you caught up in your emotions don’t realize that Finn had stopped beating on his drums.  He places a hand on your hip, and you jerk it off.  “No.  I am done being the one that loved the most in our relationship.  There’s nothing I wouldn’t have done for us, but I can’t do this.  I won’t go back to feeling like a prisoner in our home and our relationship.  I can’t do that.  I need to find me.”

“Sharkie, please.”

“No!  Don’t you fucking use that name with me, Jack.  You lost the privilege when you chose someone else,” he tries to hug you, but you push him off of you again, “No.  Stop it!”

“Mom?” Finn squeaks out, and you spin around and away from him, trying to wipe the tears off your cheeks, while Jack steps away from you.  “Dad, is mom okay?”

“She’s fine, buddy.  Go get your things,” not listening to his dad, he walks behind you, and gives you a big hug.  Squishing his face up against your back before he goes back upstairs.  You don’t even let Jack get out your name before you’re walking away from him.  “Wait.”

“I’m not talking about this.  You should have talked while we were in therapy.  Things might be different.  Have a good weekend,” you wait at the bottom of the stairs, giving Finn a big hug and kiss, watching only him as they leave.  Going into your bedroom, you lay down.  There was enough time to take a nap before you called Nick.  You just needed a moment.

Jack is too focused on the road.  Usually he made jokes with his son, or would poke at him.  He does nothing.  Finn looks over at his dad, and crosses his arms over his chest, “Why did you make mom cry?”

“I made her cry?  Why would you say that?”

“You were in there.  And she was crying,” Jack shakes his head no, looking out at the road before him.  “You’re lying.  You always make her cry.  Every night.”

“What?  Finn, no…no, your mom and I…”

“You fight.”

“Argue.”

“And it hurts her feelings.  She only cries when she talks to you.  I miss when you both were happy, and together.  Don’t you?  You came home and tucked me in.  If you couldn’t we would FaceTime, and mom left smiling, still talking to you.  She loves you, and you…do you love her?”

“Finn,” Jack has to stop his words, while he tries to hold the tears in his eyes.  Not wanting to make this a bigger deal in front of Finn.  It was a huge deal, but you both decided he didn’t need to know everything.  “I love your mom very much.”

“Not like she loves you.  She still sleeps in your shirts.  Still sometimes sets the table and puts a plate in front of your chair.  She holds a pillow when she watches TV.  She doesn’t sleep.  Do you do those things like she does?  And if she misses you so much, why can’t you just come home?  I don’t want you sleeping on the couch this Christmas.”

Jack pulls into the apartment complex and turns to look at him, “I love your mom very much.”

“Not like she loves you.”

“I just don’t show my love the same way she does,” Finn rolls his eyes, and opens up his door.  Needing to get out of the car, and away from him.  “Finn.  Buddy stop.  Why are you so upset?”

“Why did Coach Winchester ask how mom was doing?  He asked if you were living back at the house.  Why?  He was at the fair with mom wasn’t he?  Is she going to see him now?  I wanna go home.  I don’t want her with him.  I want her with you.  Take me home!” He pushes his face up against his dad’s chest, while Jack tries to think of the best way to deal with Dean.

Dean should have never involved his son in any of this.  Much less allude to them dating.  Jack just pets his son’s fluffy hair.  “Buddy, it’s my weekend.”

“Stay in the guest bedroom.  I don’t want him to be with her.”

“He’s not.  He’s just majorly overstepping his boundary because he thinks he knows your mom. I’ll make sure that your mom knows, and we’ll let her take care of everything, and if he asks you anything else about your mother, I need to know, okay?” Finn gives him a pitiful nod of his head, and Jack pulls him along to the apartment.  

“Uncle Cal and Uncle TJ are coming over for some pizza and beer.”

“You mean I get root beer, TJ drinks that nasty static water, and you and Cal drink beer?” Jack laughs, answering with a yep.  “Can we play Mario Kart or Mario Party this time?”

“Yes, this time you get to pick out the games, movies, and snacks, okay?”

“Good because you guys suck,” Jack ruffles his son's hair, and gently pushes him into the apartment.  Trying to take a deep breath and reflect on everything that was said in a short amount of time.  He had already determined he was going to do whatever he could to get you back, and while everything you and Finn had told him hurt like hell, he still wasn’t ready to give up.  It just made him face the reality of how he made you feel.

“Nice place you got here,” Nick says walking through the door.  Looking around the living room before his eyes gaze up and down your body.  “Where to my lady?”

“Maybe,” you start as his mouth attaches to your neck.  His hands roam down your body, and you lead the way to the room.  “Maybe let’s not make this sound so gross and…transactional.”

“Are you wanting to fuck me and that’s it?  Or you wanting to date me?” You bite at your lip stopping at the door, “That’s what I thought.  Listen, I’m okay with the casual hookup.  A weekend long sex marathon, whatever.  I’m less inclined with the dating scene.  Let’s face it, you chose me to piss Jack off.  And I’m okay with pissing him off, because I’d like to piss him off myself.  So maybe if we can get to the foreplay so I can make you forget how you’ve officially filed for divorce and stop with this silly nonsense.”

Opening the door, Nick looks around, and then turns back to you, “This big house, and that’s the master bedroom?”

“This is the guest room.”

“Rolling out the red carpet for me, huh?  What’s wrong with your actual bedroom?” Your eyes go to the floor, and you lose confidence.  This was a bad idea.  He had no right to be in your home.  And you didn’t want another man in your bed that you shared with Jack.  With his fingers, he lifts your chin up, making you look at him.  “You don’t have to explain.  What about the table?”

“My kid eats there.”

“The couch?  Right, kid.  I would suggest the stairs, but your kid walks down them,” he lifts you up, pinning you against the wall.  Those skilled and sinful lips start kissing and sucking on your neck.  “This wall okay?”

“Y-y-yeah.”

“When was the last time anyone made you feel good?  Just you.  Not you trying to get themselves off, but made you feel like the only one in the room.  Fucked you so hard that you forget about all those ugly things in your brain.  You become mush, and pliant.  This guest room is perfect.  But I’m going to enjoy softening you up on this wall.”

Every whispered word comes out raw on your neck.  A warm tingly feeling courses through your veins, and your body starts moving on its own accord.  Slightly running your sweltering core over Nick’s stomach.  He rips at your shirt, pulling it down enough, and attaches his mouth to your shoulder.  Kissing on your skin until a bruise forms on you.  

Even when you try to kiss him, he pushes your face away, “I said this was about you.”

“Why?”

“You look like you need to have your brains fucked out.  And if it’s good enough, do I get to stay all weekend?” His hand pushes past the elastic of your leggings moaning when he feels how slicked up you are.  Pressing his finger against your bundle of nerves, still letting you hunch on him.

“You need this,” he walks you into the spare bedroom, never moving you off his body, and crawls the two of you on the bed.  You start pulling down your leggings, and Nick shoves two fingers in your cunt.  Slowly pumping into you before adding a third finger.  “She likes being stretched, huh?” He notes as you move your hands to your tits. Tweaking your own nipples, while Nick enjoys your body’s reactions.  Even in just a shirt, you were enjoying discovering your body again.

You were shaping up to be everything he always thought you were.  Jack hadn’t dulled your light too much.  You were sure of yourself, and what you liked.  Even started slamming your body on his fingers.  Holding still he lets you enjoy yourself.  Using his fingers to make yourself feel good.  Your juices drip into his palm, and he can’t believe his luck.  You were responsive.  A neglected sex goddess.

Curling his fingers, he fucks into you.  Your voice sings out when he hits your special spot.  Pressing down on your stomach, he starts pushing into your warmth with a heated fervor.  You reach behind, and cling to the headboard, as you moan.  Body lifting off the bed, as your tummy heats up.  Pleasure you hadn’t felt in years builds up, and you want to hang on.  Let him push you past the limits that you set for yourself.  Letting Nick dominate your pussy.  

Your toes curl up, and you nearly lift off the bed.  Bending your back to a harsh angle as juices gush out of your body.  Nick keeps going.  Smirking at you when he pushes down on your stomach harder, and you scream.  Gritting your teeth as you squirt once more.  Trying to say thank you, but it was more of a grunt.  

Removing his fingers, he lets your body settle back down, but he buries himself in between your thighs.  Slurping up all your juices, and when you try and push him off because the pleasure was almost blinding, he just goes harder.  Sucking your bundle of nerves into his mouth, giving it a tiny nibble as your walls start crumbling down.  

Nick pulls back enough to lick up your juices.  Those bright eyes smiling up at you from your cunt.  Making sure that you hear every salacious sound, turning his face to the side, he wipes your slick on your thighs.  Lifting up to sit on his heels, and he gives you a dopey smile.  “You good?  Or do you need more?”

“More!”

“What do you want, hmm?” Your eyes flick down to the tent in his pants, and you whimper.  Nick was blessed, and he seemed to know exactly how to use his gifts.  You were too far gone, and needed to see what else he could do.  “What do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Are you giving me permission to do whatever the fuck I want to your body.”

“With a condom.”

“Of course, safety first.  Now, I know your best friend is with Jack.  He came by the station for something, and said he would see him this weekend.  You’re going to be all alone.  What are you going to do?”

“Are you asking to stay all weekend?” He slowly unbuttons his shirt, and you gaze down at his body.  He looked like he was carved from marble.  He gives you a quick shrug, and looks down at your throbbing pussy.  You wanted it.  After today you needed it all  weekend.  You needed to forget.  Desiring nothing more than to push away the despair that you felt deep in your chest.  You felt it was truly over, and there was nothing that could save you and Jack, so why not let him give you a mindless weekend?

“I could make you my own personal fuckdoll for the weekend.  Use you for my pleasure, but if you think I’m talented with my tongue, you’ve not seen anything,” his pants were undone, but he wanted you to wait.  

Leaning over you, making you feel his hardened cock on your weeping cunt, he fully rips off your shirt.  “There’s no need for clothes.  We’ll have food delivered, and then I’ll walk away, and we forget this ever happened.  I never stay long.”

“Just until Jack calls to bring Finn back.  And!” He cocks up an eyebrow, waiting to see what stipulation you come up with.  “You have to make me pass out.”

“Oh, darling, are you hurting that bad?” Even though you smile, it never reaches your eyes.  Still hovering over your body, he starts kissing on your skin. Making a trail of bruises along your collarbone, while he rolls his hips into you.  “If I make you pass out, you become my dumb baby the rest of the weekend?”

“Yes,” you whine, palming him over his pants.  “Yes, you make me pass out.  I’m yours all weekend.”

He sits back, and quickly reaches into his pocket, grabbing out a foil packet, and tears it with his teeth.  Spitting the small part out with a puff of air.  It was like watching a ballet the way he finished undressing, and rolls the condom on his long cock.  Everything was so precise, and almost beautiful.  You had never found the action of putting on a condom to be sexy, but he was proving you wrong.  

Jerking you down to him, he spits down at your puffy and spread pussy.  Rubbing on your swollen clit, before slapping it a few times, making your body jolt with excitment.  In one swift motion, he pushes into your tight channel, not stopping even when he’s fully entered.   Pulling back out, he starts rolling his length into you.  Much too slow and steady of a pace for you at the moment, “Harder.”

“You want harder for the first time?”

“I said, harder,” you growl, grabbing ahold of his tight ass, shoving him even deeper into you.  He grabs your legs and lifts them up.  Putting them in the same direction as your head.  Vigorously fucking into you, and you mewl out his name.  The prettiest and most desperate sounds spew out of your mouth, and he goes harder.  “Yeah!  Yeah!”

“Oh, you’re going to be bruised and sore when this weekend is done.”

“Give it to me.  And Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” letting your legs rest on his shoulders, he grabs onto your hands on the headboard, “So you into choking?  Can I choke you?  Or are you going to swallow my spit?”

“Just fuck me!  Ahh!” He was hitting all the right spots, even if he did talk a lot.  Demanding your body, much like he demanded a room.  Nick was cocky for a reason, and you couldn’t wait to find all those reasons.  “I’m gonna cum.”

“I can tell.  Fuck!  Got me in a fucking vice grip.  Go on.  Let’s see how many times you cum before you pass out,” as your walls flutter around you, he removes one hand to grip to your neck.  Adding a bit more pressure, until you pussy clenches down on him, and he releases you.  “There’s one.”

You give Nick a dopey smile as he feasts on your cunt.  He seemed to favor this the most.  Running your fingers through his hairs as you bite your lip.  His scratchy beard and tongue had made you raw in the best way.  You had convinced Jack to keep Finn Sunday night and just take him on to school Monday easily.

And this is how you woke up.  With Nick dragging your body down the soiled bed, and shoving his mouth into your worn cunt while he kneeled in the floor.  He kept his promise of keeping you dumb.  It was the most peaceful weekend you could remember in months.  

His tongue enters into your sore pussy, while his nose stimulates your clit.  You were wrecked in the best possible way.  Thankful to have Mondays off, so you could enjoy this.  Condom wrappers were discarded throughout the floor, and after a long nap, you knew this room needed the deepest of cleans, but right now it was just Nick drowning in your juices.

You give his damp hair a quick tug at the roots, clearly, he had already showered.  Your fingers run up the back of his head, putting him as close to you as possible.  His hands were fondling your tits.  Pinching at your nipples when the spring in your tummy winds up.  The number of times you had came this weekend was unknown.  The amount of times you passed out was a mystery.  But right now that sweet high runs through your body, and a bright light blinds you momentarily.  Waking up only for Nick to run his tongue up your slit.  Gathering all your sweet honey, and moaning with satisfaction..

“If ever you need to forget, you’ve got my number,” he smirks as he struts out of your house.  You breathe harshly for a moment.  Letting your body come down from your high, before closing up the room that stenched of filthy sex.  Walking into your own where you grab one of Jack’s shirts, and carry it into the bathroom.  You needed a soaking hot bath to ease your aching muscles, and aspirin.  

You weren’t sure if now you felt better or worse.  Feeling as if you crossed a line with one of Jack’s co-workers.  You dip your body into the warm water slowly, groaning until your ass hits the bottom.  Leaning back, and sighing.  At this moment.  You really didn’t care.

——

Jack watches Nick as he struts into the precinct break room.  Getting unnecessarily close to him to make coffee, when Jack smells it.  A mixture of your favorite shampoo, and the undeniable scent of you.  He had left it on himself plenty of times to know.  Nick brings the mug up to his mouth with a smirk, giving Jack a wink.

“Fowler,” Cal nods his head to get his own coffee.  “How was your weekend?”

“It was rough.  I stayed in the house all day, soaking wet.”

“You do a new workout?” Cal asks, grabbing out a water bottle.

“Oh, I was definitely working something out.  All weekend long,” he sticks his finger in his mouth, and pulls it out with a pop.  “Still taste that sweet honey on my fingers.  Of course.  My fingers were very busy, having them in the honey pot over and over again.”

“You son of a bitch,” Jack growls out.

“What?  Is there something wrong?  Did I say something?”

“That’s why she wanted Finn to stay another night?” He slams his mug in the sink, and it shatters into thousands of pieces.  “You tell her how you like to brag about your sexual conquests?”

“It’s just sex.  Just hot, wet, throbbing, trembling, screaming, squirting flesh,” Jack lurches towards Nick, but Cal wraps his arms around his whole body.

“Jack, he’s an asshole,” Nick chuckles as he walks out the room, and Jack attempts to push Cal off of him.  “That’s not gonna work, you realize that, yes?”

“Get off me!”

“You almost punched your colleague.  Jack, the divorce is in the system.  She didn’t do anything wrong.  If she feels the need to sleep with a loser that won’t ever walk through her door again, that’s her prerogative.”

“It’s my fault,” Cal nods his head, grimacing, “No…we got in a fight when I picked up Finn.  She told me she was done.”

“Let her be done,” Jack shakes his head no, still refusing to even let that be an option.  “Then let her explore this time.  Maybe she needed it,” Jack looks up at Cal growling, and he backtracks.  You didn’t need Nick.  “If you want her, it’ll take more than telling her.  It’ll take time.”

“Finn says she still sleeps in my shirts.  What am I supposed to do with that?  I can’t…I can’t shake the feeling this is really it.”

“You want her back?  Work for it.  What did you do, agree to therapy after the divorce was filed?  It should have been your chance to make it work to begin with.  It’ll take more than that, and you know.  Expect more of these one off guys, buddy.  She’s turning into a buck wild woman again, and if she’s still sleeping in your shirts, maybe she’s trying to convince herself she doesn’t love you.  But you gotta work.  And work hard if you want to be with her.  Get ready for the ride of your life.  Because that’s two men you know she’s slept with.  Deal with it the best you can, but don’t give Nick what he wants.  He’s been hard up on her for a long time.”

“She didn’t want me to call her Sharkie,” Jack looks down at the floor, giving the disgusting wood a few taps with his boot.

“Jack, that’s your nickname for her from your first…hell, your first time sleeping with her.  That name represents the best part of your relationship.  Of course she doesn’t want you to call her that.  It hurts her.  Now, go clean up that mess, we’ve got paperwork to do.  And by we, I mean you.  You need your mind busy.  You’re gonna need that for a while,” Cal leaves Jack to clean up his coffee mug shards, but all he can do is picture you alone in your once shared bed, holding his pillow, and wearing his shirt.  If Finn saw you like that, it was true, and that hurt him more than anything.

The reality of just how much he had hurt you was becoming stifling to him.  He didn’t deserve you, and yet, he wanted to prove at least to himself that he tried.  Try to be the man that you deserve.  And tried with everything he could to get his family back.  He had to.  But he also knew Cal was right.  And your dates had only just begun.  And he hoped that this was the last one he knew about.  Because he couldn’t handle flashes of their hands on your body, the same body that he once called his.  

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢.

𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝟹/𝟻

[ranseiuniter]

anyway ty all for the support. naturally this means my activity will become a bit slimmer as i'll still be working on my side gig with wellspring stuff, and it is going to be a night shift (tho not immediately) so that'll add some further weirdness into the mix. that said, it won't start until next week, so you all still have to put up with me for a bit.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Custody Battle: START

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[cozylittleartblog]

here comes the boy ~ hello boy ✨

cleaned up a couple of the vash doodles i did while learning to draw him :)

[aroaceleovaldez]

one of my favorite recent recurring convention/cosplay things is Zagreus Hadesgame cosplayers and Nico di Angelo cosplayers excitedly referring to each other as brothers

[slutforpringles]

✨✨ Winner: Daniel Ricciardo ✨✨

via: The Race

[georgiapeach30513]

Every Other Weekend, In the Beginning

Summary:  You and Jack instantly connect

Pairings:  Jack O’Malley X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, pull out, squirting, unexpected pregnancy, mentions of an abortion, sweet!Jack, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.8K

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A/N:  so I got an ask about Jack and reader in the beginning, and this was originally going to be a drabble...but it didn’t turn out to be.  These two are something else, but at least it gives you an insight as to what they’re fighting for, and their sweetest stage of the beginning of the relationship.

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

You take a sip of your beer as your eyes roam the bar, dumped again by a jerk who wasn’t worth your time, but now here you sit on a Friday night with your best friend TJ scoping out the bar, “Why are we here?” You whine looking up at him.

“You said you wanted to get laid.”

“Did not,” before you can even pout, TJ covers your face with his hand. Already spotting a man he had been eyeing again.

“Being seen with you is not helping my game.”

“Fine, then leave me,” he turns, looking at you, narrowing his eyes, and starts shaking his head. “We came here for me to find someone as desperate as me to have sex, and go on about our lives, but now you’re eye fucking some hot man at the bar.”

“Guilt tripping?”

“Yep,” you answer, popping the p. “Find me a man.”

“That one,” he points out quickly, and you turn to glare at him. He wasn’t your type at all. “Are you looking to get fucked or looking to get married?”

“Why not both?”

“No!” He playfully bonks you on the head. “You don’t marry the first guy you see at a bar.”

“I’m not interested in the first guy. Find me another,” you look back at the bar to see the man you actually were sizing up. He was just your type. A bit rugged, drank beer, boots, leather, and one that kept looking back at you. Confused as to why you were checking him out when you clearly had a man with you.

“Fine, then why don’t you go talk to Mr. Mysterious and his giant friend.”

“I am not interested in the giant friend.”

“No, you’re interested in a man that looks like he has ten layers on,” you give him a whack to his arm, but look the man up and down again. You couldn’t see, but it looked like he had a cute ass. He gives a stretch, and another look over at you before his friend and him go over to the pool tables. “Don’t look at his ass.”

“A good ass is the way to my heart,” you respond, lifting up off your chair, and yes, a perfectly rounded tush. “I want that.”

“Go get that. One night,” getting in front of you, TJ puts both hands on your shoulder, “I know you. One night.”

“Or…”

“No! Down girl. One night.”

“I was going to say, all night, next morning, and all weekend,” he rolls his eyes and shakes his head, “TJ, you’re killing my game.”

“This…this is your problem. One night turns into you doing sweet things for them. Leaving your little crumbs that you were with them. I swear you wipe your pussy juice on their shit, because they can’t get enough of you. That or you're a freaky thing in bed, and quite frankly I don’t want to know which is correct. But then they chase you around, and you love it, but when you give them nothing in return, they retreat, and you chase, but it’s not fun for you, and your texting and calls happen less frequently until they break up with you.”

“Are you writing a book on my dating?” Slapping his hand on his face, he pulls it down. “That is not…no, I don’t do that. I don’t wipe my pussy juice on anything.”

“They become obsessed with you, until they don’t. Explain.”

“I would say that you could sleep with me, and find out, but I’m not your type,” you start walking away and over to the man with his giant friend.

“I tried! The thought of touching that made me vomit.”

“Shh,” you whisper as you get closer. Grabbing up a pool cue, and playing the dumb girl. TJ groans, because he’s seen this a few times as well. He sits down at the bar, ordering another drink for him, and a beer for you.

Just like clockwork, you pick out a cue, but somehow a few fall to the ground, “I’m sorry,” your whiney voice. He wasn’t going to fall for it. Even Daphne the bartender snickers watching the show. She’s seen it, too. “Oh,” you stop standing up as the man you had been ogling for an hour comes to your rescue. “Thank you. I’m such a clutz,” standing up you get to finally see his eyes, and he was exactly your type.

Bright, and almost innocent looking. “It’s okay. You play?”

“Yes,” TJ and Daphne answer together, but of course you shake your head no.

“I don’t even know how to stack the balls,” another play. Say things that could possibly turn into a crude twelve year old boy joke, make them sweat, while they try to be as polite as possible.

“Why hasn’t your boyfriend taught you?”

“Boyfriend?” You give him a smile, and look over at TJ, “That is my best friend. He’s gay. While he might be someone who I would go after, he’s been looking at that man right there,” thankfully you always knew when to help TJ out. Giving him the go ahead to leave you be.

“You wanna play with us?” Jack grabs a stick, and places it in your hand, “Seems you’re losing your best friend.”

“Will you teach me?” Daphne doesn’t even pop the top of your beer. You were in your zone. Jack timidly grabs your hand, and leads you to the table him and his friend were playing at. Introducing him as Callum, and nervously realizing he never got your name.

It’s easy to pretend you didn’t know what you were doing when Jack actually did know how to play. Jack wasn’t a dummy, though. He had caught you a few times slightly shaking your head at the plays that Cal had made. Well, if you wanted him close to you, he was going to make sure that you got what you wanted.

Leaning over your body completely, and holding your hand, every time it was your turn. His mouth was right at your neck as he whispers directions on what to do. His front was pressed completely to your back, and you could feel what he was hiding under those loose clothes. His arms were huge, and you had a desire to have them wrapped around your neck, or even ripping your legs apart.

Jack chuckles behind your ear, as his lips brush against your heated and tingly skin. You arch your back, and push your ass more into him, and he softly moans in your ear, “What’s wrong, Jack?”

“Nothing. Just,” his voice was silky, and the way he was speaking made a flood of slick rush to your core.

“How much have you had to drink?”

“Just a beer, why?”

You peek back at him after you hit the cue ball yourself. His eyes were just as black as your own. You were adults, and there was no need to deny your urges. “You could drive us to your place?”

“Yep,” he says quickly, standing up and looking at Callum, “I’m calling it a night,” he raises his eyebrows, while Cal looks between the two of you. His shoulders falling.

“We’re not finished yet.”

“Yeah, well, I’m tired. I’ll call you sometime tomorrow,” Cal watches as Jack pulls you towards the door, but TJ bolts to the exit, and stands there. “What?”

“I need an address. Real one. What is it that you do? I know karate, and know how to use a gun.”

Jack gives him his address, and pulls out his wallet. His ID shares the same address as he told TJ, and even shows his police badge, “There’s the badge number. You’re killing the mood.”

“As long as you’re not killing her, I really don’t care,” you can’t help but giggle at your overprotective bestie. Following Jack out to his car.

“How far away?”

“Ten minutes,” you give him a pout, but Jack reaches over, and lays your seat down a bit.

“What are you doing?” You squeak out.

“Since I’m so far away, how about you let me play with your pussy.”

“Oh!”

“I’m sorry…is this where this was going? If I misread all this, I am,” you unbutton your jeans, and slide your hand down your front, pulling it out to show Jack just how soaked you were, “How does it taste?”

Slipping your fingers in your mouth, you moan at your taste, “Good enough for me,” his hands dip under your pants, and for a man that had only just met you, he seemed to know what you liked. Teasing at your clit. Giving enough stimulation, but never too much. He didn’t want you to cum on his fingers, he selfishly only wanted his dick to feel you clench around him.

Both of you knew this was just a one night deal. You were aware that this wasn’t serious, but you enjoyed it. Your body rocks with his ministrations as he pulls into his garage. You looked almost too pretty like this to even want to get out of the car, until he finally pushes two fingers into your neglected hole. Pumping them in and out of you, and you were sensitive. Whimpering out his name, and your walls start to flutter. God, he hoped this wasn’t a quick encounter.

Grabbing at his hand, you pull him out of your pants, and bring his fingers to your mouth. Sucking off your arousal, before smiling at him, “I think you have something better than your fingers, huh?” Looking down at his jeans, he readjusts himself again, but he couldn’t hide how hard he was. “Show me the bedroom.”

Jack struggles to find the door handle, and helps you out. Your mouth slams onto his, while he walks backwards into his house. Pushing aside any item that was out of place with his foot, before the two of you were dropping onto the bed. Becoming a mess of sloppy kisses, wandering hands, and flying clothes until he was crawling over you.

Settling himself in between your thighs, and pushing them further apart with his legs. His tip runs up and down your slit as he gathers your slippery juices on his cock. One night stands were rarely this personable. He was staring only at you as he slowly enters into your wet heat. His cock stretched you out beautifully. He was thick, his mushroom tip guiding him deeper, and you could feel every ridge and vein on his cock as they sunk into your pussy.

It was like he was made for you, because he hit every spot inside of you. Picking up your hands he holds them over your head as he bottoms out. You let out a desperate moan, wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him even closer, “Can’t get enough of me, huh?”

“I want to feel your entire weight on me,” he lets go of your hands, and holds himself up with his forearms. Slowly pulling himself out completely, before he drills back into you. Making you yip as his tip grazes your cervix. Leaning down he gives you a filthy kiss while his thrusts become harder. His speed picks up, but still he wants to take time with you. Watching every change your face makes as you slip into pure unadulterated pleasure.

Fingers grip tight to his back as your jaw goes slack, letting him feel every heated breath coming out of you. You scream out his name as your walls clench down tight around him. His hips push him deeper into your weeping cunt, until the dam breaks, and you gush on him. Throwing your head back as a deep guttural moan releases from the both of you. You don’t want him to pull out, but you know you should.

He pulls out and barely makes it with his spunk coating your mound, and he lays his forehead on yours, panting. “You want me to call a cab?”

“Shh,” he whispers. “Shh, just…shh,” Jack doesn’t want you going anywhere. He wants to keep you here all night. “When I get horny again, can…”

“Please?” He chuckles at your answer, and leans back to look at you. His calloused fingers pet over your face.

“Where did you come from?”

“The bar.”

“Well, how about you stay here tonight,” he pulls himself off of you, and his naked ass walks into the bathroom, and you still think he has the cutest tush. Coming back with a cloth where he cleans himself off you. “And when one of us gets horny, just, have at it?”

“Just for tonight?”

“You want to make this a regular thing, Sharkie?” You curl your nose up looking at him. “What? You want me to believe you didn’t actually know how to play pool? Even the bartender was laughing at you. You gonna play me and leave, Pool Sharkie?”

“Never.”

Callum follows Jack out to his car, and gets in, and immediately starts laughing, “What?” He asks as Callum lifts up a pair of your panties, “Yeah, about that…I have no explanation.”

“You see her every night?”

“When you get to spend most of the night fucking, yeah. Yeah, she can come over whenever she wants to.”

“And you go see her?” He asks, holding your lacy underwear up with two fingers before Jack swipes them from him, tucking them safely in his pocket.

“TJ prefers her to be here at my place. He says we're loud,” Callum slaps at his partner's shoulder laughing. “What?”

“You’re falling for the girl.”

“I’m falling for her pussy.”

“You’ve been drunk fucking her.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jack scowls looking at Callum, who shrugs his shoulders. “No, spill it.”

“I’m sure Mrs. O’Malley would love to hear that her alter boy was fucking a townie every night. Unprotected?”

“Man, shut up. I pull out.”

You pace around the bathroom, while TJ just stares at the test. Waiting for anything to change, “Have you ever heard of condoms?”

“Yes, Teej. Things just…happened. He pulls out.”

“Yeah, well, your lack of a period is proving that’s a bad idea. Like…when was your last one?” You give him a shrug the last couple of months were a blur. “Seriously?”

“I’ve had at least one. Never had someone who wanted to have sex during my period either. If you could do it, I would highly suggest it.”

“Does he even take you out?” You give him a little swat on his arm. TJ knew that Jack took you out, you just didn’t stay out long. “Honey,” he looks down at the test and then back at you. “You and Jack need to have a talk.”

“Shut up. Shut up,” picking up the test, you throw it into the trash, and reach for another one. “I’m going to test again. That one was a lie.”

“And if that one is positive?”

“Then I’ll test until it’s negative.”

“That’ll be a few months, honey,” you scream, as you sit down on the toilet, letting your head rest in your hands. “It’s not that big of a deal. If you don’t want to say anything to Jack, we’ll go to a clinic. He never has to know.”

“I would know,” you look back up at him, and TJ squats down, “You know, all these failed relationships…I never…never mind.”

“Tell me. Because, I already know. You were reckless with sleeping with men. You get tested regularly to make sure you’re safe, but after a few months of sleeping with people you never cared if they came in you. You wouldn’t care if they left you if you were pregnant, because you wanted to be a mom. Those tests under your sink aren't because you’re scared, they’re in hopes of an actual positive test, and now that one is, you’re wondering if Jack is going to leave you or stay.”

“I hate you,” you pull him close to you, and rest your chin on his shoulder. “I could do it, you know? Be a single parent, I could do it.”

“I know. You just don’t want to. You want that nucleus family. If he doesn’t want the baby…I’ll be a good uncle,” you hiccup through your tears, clinging to him more. “I’ll take you to your appointments, because I know you want a baby. You want a child, so just…talk to Jack. You actually talk right? Or is it just moaning?”

“Yes, we talk. He loves Italian food.”

“Wow. I’m glad you know so much about your baby daddy.”

“So��you’re sure, sure?” You nod your head as you look at Jack go through all the emotions. “And where…what…I wanna give you the choice. This is your decision. It won’t affect me,” your eyes go wide at him, and you start to stand, pissed off at the audacity, “I mean, you’re the one that changes. Not me. You’re the one that has to deal with the strain and taking off work.”

“Do you want to be a part of the baby’s life?”

“Yes. But,” his hand goes behind his neck, and he ruffles his hair, grimacing at you. “I can’t tell my mom.”

“What?” This was all very confusing that he couldn’t tell his mom. He was a grown man, and eventually whether he told her or not, you would show that you were pregnant. If he wanted to be apart of the baby’s life, eventually his family would see you.

“She would die if she knew I was having sex without a ring on my hand. She’ll want this traditional husband and wife when it comes to children, and I can’t…I don’t want to do that to her.”

“What are you suggesting? Me turning up after the baby is born?”

“No. It’s crazy…it just is. I’m not suggesting anything,” he can’t even look at you while he talks. But it’s like nonsense over and over again. “I mean, eventually I’d like to think we got there, but to suggest it now, seems dumb. But I want to be in the baby’s life and yours. And I don’t want the baby to be the family secret and…it’ll happen sooner or later, so why not sooner.”

“What are you asking?”

“It’s crazy, so don’t freak out, but…we should get married,” you stare at him stunned, because this wasn’t at all where you thought he was taking this conversation. Never believed he would try to commit that much. There was a baby, and now there was a proposal of sorts. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“If we’re married you would…I mean your parents wouldn't freak out about the baby?”

“Alter boy,” he points at himself. “Ma thinks I’m still her perfect son.”

“So you don’t want to tell her that two people who have known each other for a little over two months that they can’t be in the same room long without fucking or sucking, and now I’m pregnant, but you’ll be okay with telling her we’re married?” It was crazy, but at the same time, you wanted to give it a try, and that made you feel even crazier.

You and Jack had shared a quick relationship, and one built mostly on sex, but it felt right. The moment he entered into you, you felt like he was your future. You tried to make the others work, knowing it never would, but Jack was different. “Okay. This is stupid, but let’s do it. We’ll get married. No wedding. Just…married. Maybe a wedding later, if we make it.”

“When we make it.”

“When,” you add in.

You slide into the booth, waiting on Jack as well, as you have a nice dinner with Cal and TJ. You were beginning to get uncomfortable and stretched because your growing boy was just getting so big. Jack seemed a bit distant and removed from the pregnancy, and you didn’t know what to make of it.

“You know, I never saw this one with kids,” Callum hums, holding his beer towards Jack. “He’s surprised me.”

“I always knew she was going to become a mom. She wanted it,” you wince, but smile over at TJ, “Everything okay?”

“He’s just moving a lot.”

“I can never feel him,” Jack awkwardly laughs. “I try, but I haven’t ever felt him. TJ has of course,” this was what was bothering him. You pick up your cup, and take a big drink. Waiting on Finn to start rolling around. Pressing your hand on your swollen stomach, and hoping to coax him out of hiding so his daddy could feel him.

Just when you see him push out your stomach, you grab Jack’s hand, and he waits. Getting a bit miffed, until Finn kicks right under his palm. Jack gasps as he looks up at you. Feeling around your stomach for his moving son. “That’s him.”

“It is,” you smile, tears springing in your eyes. For the first time Jack looked so proud of his son. “That’s your son, daddy.”

“Oh,” he moves his hand around, continuing to feel him. “Finn, I have waited months to feel you. It’s like you're really here now.”

“They’re so cute,” TJ whispers up at Cal. “You think they’ll make it,” he didn’t have to be too quiet, because you and Jack were lost in a bubble all on your own. He was so handsome, smiling at your moving boy.

“I think they could. Marriage is hard work though. And they got married quickly, so as not to make their timeline for conception too confusing. But look at him,” Jack leans in to give you a bruising kiss, but keeps his hand on your stomach, a place that it hardly ever left the moment he felt Finn kick. “I’ve known him for a long time, he’s never been happier.”

“Same. I’ve been her bestie since middle school. She pretended to be my girlfriend for a few years. She’s a loyal one. But for whatever reason, that man makes her happy. And apparently, nobody does it better than him.”

“I figured. I’ve found a few panties.”

“She leaves them for him,” Cal looks over at TJ, raising his brow, “Just a reminder of what he gets to come home to. By the way, you need a roommate? Mine got knocked up, married, and left me.”

“Hmm, yeah. I could move in. As long as you don’t mind women coming home with me.”

“I got used to men coming home with her,” Callum holds up a fist, which TJ awkwardly bumps. Looking back at you, before he slaps the table, “Alright, we came here to eat. I don’t want to vomit beforehand. We get it, Finn is precious and sweet. But the pregnant woman needs to eat. No pregnancy sex before dinner.”

“You ruin all the fun,” Jack groans, readjusting his pants, and then pulling you closer. Letting his hand rest on your belly, while he feels his son growing. “But I should feed you. You get angry without food.”

“So do you,” you knock your shoulder into him, before resting a hand over his. It felt right. Like even though you and Jack had rushed into this, it felt like you could do it. Like there wasn’t anything in the world that could stop the two of you. Plus, good sex. But the more time you spent with Jack, the more you grew to love him. And you were doing it together.

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[sllhouettedreams]

Thinking about kevin being the platonic third person in the relationship of not just andreil but also jerejean like andrew ships kevin off to usc when he wants just one fckn weekend off the court and kevin has the time of his life there with jerejean and they go on little ice cream dates and they teach jeremy french. Kevin and jean learn to love each other for real and not just in desperation to survive and they all laugh and go over precision drills that jeremy passes along to his team and then when andreil pick kevin up on sunday night and he's all like that was fun now exy and neil is practically vibrating with excitement but andrew just rolls his eyes and indulges them both anyways but the main point of all this the only thing im saying is they all love kevin so much bc its what he deserves

[cerubean]

new beginnings

*original lot: vecchia casa by salv029 on the gallery

[artystaroc]

Him! The favorite 'ronpa!

[shmreduplication]

I thought it was like a critical and universal moment in my development into adulthood when I realized everyone is Just Some Guy. no one is inherently more special than anyone else and the luck of being born in the right place at the right time can never be overstated

many many many things have happened since my own Just Some Guy revelation that has made it extremely clear that it is not a universal learning moment and has nothing to do with having a fully grown adult brain, it's just a coincidence that I figured it out in my late teenagehood. But the most annoying and ongoing thing is people who hate Harry and Meghan because they talk in a tone of like "how dare this Just Some Guy (Meghan) do this to The Royal Family‽" but it's actually quite easy to understand when you think of it in terms of Just Some Guys doing stuff to Just Some Other Guys. Even easier when you think of it as Just Some Guys doing stuff to Just Some Other Guys Who Think They're More Than Just Some Guys And Think The First Set Of Just Some Guys Are Less Than Themselves

[safyresky]

Y'know how the Matron was like to Bells Hells "the terms should be rewritten if y'all let us stay?" I feel like a custody agreement between her and Vox Machina for Vax should be included in that tbh

[luxaofhesperides]

(yourlocalcorviddad)

Wait wait wait, can there be more written about the one with Duke going on college tours with Danny??? If it's not too late?!??

(part one)

Danny’s been in love with Duke for years now. It’s always been kept a closely guarded secret, buried under as many wraps as he could get it. He tried to chase after other fleeting crushes in the hopes of moving on from his feelings for Duke, sure that they were never going to go anywhere.

How could they, when they lived states apart? 

The Danny back then would have never believed that he would one day be waking up in Duke’s arms in a hotel far away from home, traveling around the country to figure out a future together. 

Or rather, planning their own futures by each other’s sides, rather than planning to be together throughout college. Danny knows they’ll be spending even more years apart, chasing after their dreams, but it’s a gift just to a a summer together again. So what if it leads them to living on opposite sides of the country? They’ve managed to survive a long distance friendship for this long, they can keep it up for another few years.

And if it comes to it, Danny can just fly to wherever Duke is. He’s only gotten faster over the years, settling into his powers and practicing them so often. 

The future is daunting, but all his nerves are chased away by Duke’s smiles. 

“Can’t believe we’re almost done,” Duke says as they get settled at a restaurant in Massachusetts. They’re both tired, but the giddiness of getting together, of knowing their feelings are requited, keeps them energized and happy despite the long drive across state lines. 

“One state left, yeah?”

“Yeah, and I got Harvard first on the list so we can visit Jazz.”

“You’re the best,” Danny grins, stretching his legs out under the table to lightly knock his foot against Duke’s. 

This entire trip has felt like a daydream to him. It’s one thing being able to travel around the country with Duke, but to be able to kiss him wherever they go? Even now, two weeks later, Danny can’t believe how happy he is.

It makes the uncertainty of his future less scary. It helps distract him from how much he wants to escape his parents, despite how much he loves them.

Their conversation comes to a brief pause as a waiter comes by to take their order, writing everything down before hurrying away to keep up with the rush of activity in the semi-busy restaurant. 

“Oh,” Danny says, suddenly remembering the third person in their group, “Is Peter going to be joining us?” 

Peter, Duke’s chaperones, is odd but funny. He disappears and reappears like a magician, always carries a gun on him, and treats Duke like a little brother the rare moments he’s around. He’s mostly only been with them to act as transport, driving them around from university to university. 

Duke’s face does something strange when he hears Peter’s name, but it’s gone before Danny can figure out what that’s all about.

“Nah,” he answers, “He’s off doing his own thing. You’ve seen how he likes to follow his own plans.”

“So I guess we’re stopping here for the day?”

“Yeah. I’m sure we can find somewhere nice to spend the night, and until then we can explore—” Duke takes a quick moment to check the name of the town they’re in, helpfully stated on the restaurant’s wall of five star reviews “—Baldwinville. I’m sure there’s something for us to do around here.”

“I mean, we don’t have to do anything special, you know. I’d be happy to just to spend the day with you.”

Duke smiles softly, reaching over the table to take hold of Danny’s hand. “I’d like that too. Maybe we should just take some time and explore the place together. Have a relaxing day before we head to Cambridge.”

“That’ll be nice. I feel like it’s been forever since I had a quiet day.”

“Same!” Duke laughs. “Gotham’s wild, man. Did I ever tell you the story of having a barbeque with Killer Croc?”

“No! I can’t believe you kept that from me!”

Duke launches into the story as if it’s any other day, just the two of them hanging out. Danny’s enraptured as he always is when Duke shares his Gotham Stories. He doesn’t falter even when their food is brought out, and Danny tries not to blush too hard when Duke feeds Danny some of his meal, just so he can try it. 

There’s a reason Danny sometimes daydreams about what his wedding with Duke will look like, and it’s because of this.

But that’s getting way ahead of himself! He shoves the thoughts away and focuses on the story, enjoying their lunch together. 

Duke pays when they’re done, as has become routine; Danny had fought him about the first few times before Duke told him that it was all ‘Bruce fucking Wayne’s money so they don’t need to worry about costs.’ It’s a gift from the man himself to Duke, and rejecting it would be rude. 

That hit Danny right in his midwestern politeness and he could do nothing but let it happen, already planning thank you gifts for Bruce Wayne. 

They walk out into the quiet streets of Baldwinville, hand in hand. Summer has the air humid and full of buzzing insects, and the sweet scent of flowers surrounds them as they head down the sidewalk, idly looking into the display windows of each store they pass. The buildings are old, mostly made of brick, and carry a charm that’s lacking in the urban sprawl of Amity Park.

He likes it here. 

Honestly, he’s been liking a lot of what he’s seen in Massachusetts. 

He wouldn’t mind spending a few years here as he gets his Bachelor’s degree. Of course, it all depends on if he gets into the colleges of his choice, but he’s feeling hopeful about his future. He’s worked hard to bring his GPA up after his freshman year, and his ability to juggle and extreme workload has made him a master at getting things done before deadlines and adapting to things at the last minute. 

Danny idly swings their clasped hands between them as they walk, savoring the time they have together. 

The end of their summer trip is creeping up on them and Danny can feel the distance between them start to pull tight. 

They don’t speak until they wander into a park, just a large grassy field filled with wildflowers and bees. There are a few benches placed beneath large trees and Duke leads them over to it to take advantage of the offered shade.

“I can’t believe we’re almost done,” Duke says, sitting down with a sigh. He tugs Danny down after him, and Danny goes willingly. He swings his legs up to drop them across Duke’s lap, leaning against him, his heart fluttering when Duke gets a hand around his thigh to keep him in place. 

“I don’t want this summer to end,” Danny admits. “I’m not ready to leave you again.”

“Hey, we’ll figure it out. I’m not going to be away from you any longer than I have to.”

Danny can’t resist the urge to lean over and kiss him, so he doesn’t. Duke meets him with a smile, keeping the kiss slow and sweet, though the way his hand skates up Danny’s thigh sends molten heat through his veins.

He pulls back before they can escalate any further (one time in public was enough; he’s still embarrassed by it and can’t look Peter in the eyes) and leans his head against Duke’s shoulder. “It would be nice if we could live together.”

“Planning out our future already? Well, in that case, I want a dog and a pet snake.”

“Why a pet snake?”

“Just feel like it.”

“A dog would be nice,” Danny says, “As long as it gets along with Cujo. Not sure about the snake, but if you can take care of it, I’d be fine with having it around.”

“Think you’d ever live in Gotham?”

Danny considers, then shrugs. “Maybe. I dunno, it sounds like a lot and I already dealt with so much just with the ghosts in Amity Park. But I don’t think I’d mind if I was with you.”

The smile that crosses Duke’s face is soft and Danny wants to see it all the time. He loves when Duke gets flustered; Danny just turns red and shy, but Duke becomes soft and adoring in a way that makes Danny feel like he’s holding sunlight, all warm and happy.

“We’re getting ahead of ourselves,” Duke says, not yet able to bite back his smile. “Now that we’ve visited most of the places on our list, do you know which ones you’re going to apply to?”

“I’ve got a few ideas,” Danny answers. He’s been thinking about where he wants to go since summer started and he left school with Mr. Lancer reminder everyone to think about college and preparing their applications. 

It’s been a topic that’s never left his mind since for the past couple months, wondering about what the future holds for him. He honestly never thought he’s get this far, having died at 14 and struggled to adapt to how his life changed after. But he’s gotten back on track with school, has a handle on the ghosts, and the support of his parents to go anywhere he wants. 

For so long he’s been stuck in the routine of school, fight, struggle. There was never any time for anything else, much less planning for the future, and now it’s hanging heavy over his head. 

At least he gets to be with Duke as he figures things out. It’s like going back to their childhood, spending summers together, but they’re both grown up now, walking ever closer to the next stages of their lives. 

He’d love to get into MIT, but he knows the chances of being accepted are insanely low. He’ll apply anyways, just in case, but Danny’s prepared to go somewhere else. Maybe somewhere else in Massachusets. Or maybe go to New York. 

“I really liked the Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute. If I get in, I think I’m gonna go there,” Danny says, putting his hopes for the future into words.  

“Yeah? I think I might try to get into a college up here too,” Duke replies. “If things work out, we won’t be so far from each other.”

“And even if we do end up far away again, we can make long distance work. Right?”

There’s a worry in the back of his mind that Duke won’t like a long distance relationship, that he’ll be off in college falling in love with someone else, but there’s barely a second before Duke says, “Of course,” as though it’s obvious. Like he hadn’t considered any other option. 

Danny’s heart settles and he shoves away the rest of his general anxieties. There’s no time for that now! 

He intends to enjoy the rest of his summer trip with Duke to the fullest extent possible, which means all of that is a problem for Future Danny.

“Should we go find Peter? We’ll need to figure out where we’re staying tonight.”

“I think we can go a few more hours to a bigger town,” Duke says, “Not that this place isn’t nice, it’s just too quiet. It’s weird.”

“Alright, city boy,” Danny says, standing up from the bench. He pulls Duke up after him, leaning over to kiss the exaggerated offended expression off his face. It’s not like he’s wrong, anyways; Gotham is a big city, and Duke is an urban boy through and through, especially compared to Danny, who comes from a large town and has family living in reclusive rural Appalachia.

“Small towner,” Duke returns, nipping lightly at Danny’s bottom lip and laughing when he squeaks in surprise.

He pulls away before Danny can retaliate, and Danny lets him go, saving his revenge for after they get to their next hotel. 

Their time together is coming to an end soon, and as much as the future terrifies and excites him in equal measure, knowing Duke will be with him, one way or another, gives him the courage to keep going.

He hopes Jazz will be happy that Duke’s dating him now. He’s already hoping to ask her to be a bridesmaid for him.

[shovson]

they should make a shared f1 seat with a 40 year old driver and and an 18 year old rookie just to see what happens