#jack o'malley x fic

[georgiapeach30513]

A Snowflake Melts, Part 3

Summary: it's spring time...or is it?

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, stalking, voyeurism, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.9K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

You take a glance out the window, eyes raking over the still powdery white lawn. Winter is lasting too long. You had chosen this place because of its long winters, but this has gone on far longer than anticipated. You catch a glimpse of Steve, tending to the animals with a much larger Sugar Cookie and Mistletoe trailing behind. He looks towards you, winking, and your cheeks flare up like the heat of coal.

You look down to the sourdough, trying to avoid his lingering gaze. Steve gives you a boyish grin that you don’t see, his face just as heated as yours, despite the never ending snow. The two of you had too many moments of getting too close, and still it isn’t close enough. You don’t know how much longer you could withstand not touching him.

Especially if the temperature continued to plummet. You fear for the livestock. They’ve been cooped up all winter, and there should be signs of spring arriving. Sighing, you take a glimpse at your phone. You know what you have to do. Your dad had a busy Christmas season, and now he’s in a hibernative state until preparation for the next Christmas season begins.

He would know what to do. He would know how to get in touch with Jack, and demand that he stops the winter. This isn’t right, and he wouldn’t be aware of it if you didn’t tell him. Gulping, you pick up the phone. Steve still had a while before he would come back into the house, you really didn’t want to explain either man to each other.

Rolling your eyes, you call up your dad, waiting until his jolly voice answers the phone. Tapping your fingers on the counter to the merry tune, you nearly lose your voice when he says your name. How long has it been since you’d fully heard his deep timbre, “Babydoll!” You want to cry. He sounds like home.

“Hey, daddy,” the overwhelming feeling of just wanting to crawl into his lap hits you like a ton of bricks. He always knew how to make things better.

“I have so much to tell you, but it doesn’t even matter. It’s good to hear your voice. The few photos you’ve shared haven’t been enough. Did you and Jack make up?” You shake your head like a nerd, but your silence tells him everything. “With it being winter I should have known. To what do I owe the pleasure of this conversation?”

“Can I not just call you?” His laugh jingles in the air. Everything he does always seems so magical. He is your hero in so many ways. “Well, it’s still very cold.”

“Some places the winter takes longer to fully defrost, you of all people should know that,” it wasn’t just the cold. It is frigid. Steve could only stand to be outside for short bursts to tend to the livestock, and let the girls run around. They love being in the snow.

“There’s no patches. Ste — umm, the lake is still frozen. There’s no melting to see earth. And the snow is still falling,” silence befalls the conversation, and you can only hope it’s a good thing. Your father rarely involved himself in Jack’s business, but Jack to your knowledge has never been so vindictive. His superior is your father.

“Daddy, his tracking works better in the winter. I swear I smelled peppermint, and Missy hissed at me to get back inside,” your father didn’t want to believe that Jack could be mean to you. But he wouldn’t never deny Mistletoe’s unwavering intuition concerning you. She is special, and she takes her job very seriously.

He takes a deep breath in, a low growl spewing out of his mouth, “I’ll take care of it,” the line ends quickly, and you turn your phone off. Laying it on the counter, and watch Steve. You hate to call it frolicking, but you didn’t know how else to describe it. He runs around with the girls in the snow, smiling and teasing them. Missy looks to be playing a game of tag as she bounces between the two of them.

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face, and you wish that you could be out there with them. Frolicking in the snow, and throwing snowballs at Steve. His cheeks are more red when he’s outside. The prettiest shade of pink. You’re happy that they had someone that could get them out and running.

Nearly returning back to your bread, you notice Missy pausing. Her crystalline eyes darting around the clearing before a gut wrenching scream echoes through the forest. You watch in terror as she sprints to the house, and Steve and Sugar Cookie follow swiftly. They didn’t know what her battle cry was for, but you did. You take tentative steps away from the window. He’s here.

Too scared to even start pulling down the blinds. Huffing and rustling noises sound outside, and you collapse on the floor. Scooting away from the entrances and windows. Clenching your eyes as you cover your face. Rocking back and forth when Missy hisses as she approaches you. Her thick muscular body stalking around you. Followed by Sugar, and you look up to see Steve bring in a wheelbarrow of firewood before he slams the door shut.

He makes quick work of placing the board over the door. He stomps around the house, closing every blind and curtain before he sits on the floor behind you. Steve wraps his arms around your body, and he rocks the two of you much slower than you had been. A steady rhythm before you even dare to speak, “Why did she scream?”

You don’t know if Steve happened to see anyone, or if it was just her instincts. There’s a reason she was yours, but you were also hers. And she immediately liked Steve, even brought him to you. It’s something you struggle with ignoring. It meant something good.

“I believe she smelled peppermint. You want to tell me about this ex?”

“He’s a bounty hunter. The best in the world, and he flourishes in winter,” your words clip off as you look up. The cabin is cast in so much darkness and shadow, and the wind roars outside. Your father clearly spoke to Jack. “There’s going to be a blizzard,” you answer with finality. “The cows and horse?”

“They were fed, and I made a covered cat walk to get to the barn earlier this winter. Nothing will stop me from getting to them. Not snow, not ice. But we’re not dealing with a normal man are we?” You shake your head no. It’s too difficult to explain everything. “Peppermint. Is it like your never ending scent of marshmallow?”

“You smell me?” Everything is caked in terror right now, but Steve can smell you. Mortals didn’t have the gift, but he smells you. That can’t be just luck or coincidence. That’s fate.

“Yeah,” he chuckles. He slides his body from behind you to in front of you. You two stare at each other, sitting on the floor like children. “It’s a very strong scent. Sometimes you smell like roasted marshmallows,” you look away from him, while your embarrassment radiates through your body. He could smell the change. Did he know what that change meant? Did he know that whenever the two of you fell asleep, and you woke up with his arm around you that your body burned for more than his arm.

You’ve tried to remain cool with him living with you because he’s been the biggest help. But simply put, you want him. You like him. You want to feel him all over your body. “What do I smell like?” A bit of pink stains his cheeks, and you look down at your lap, wondering if he’s been feeling the same way you do.

“It depends,” his brow cocks up as he looks at you with a mischievous grin. “Most of the time you smell like pine. Fresh, a bit of darkness, but also bright. But sometimes — sometimes your scent is like burning embers in a fire. That brightness is still there, but it’s smoky, and…deep,” you gulp, and Steve shuffles around on the floor. Making it no secret of adjusting himself. Surely you aren’t alone in these feelings.

“Why,” Steve clears his throat, his eyes cast down your body, staying on your neck and chest. Your body heaves with how deeply you’re breathing. “Why does one’s scent change?”

“Well,” your throat is parched, and you need a tall drink of water, or just him. You aren’t sure, but you’re not the only one uncomfortably swishing around. His scent is so heady and deep that it makes you dizzy. Your vision blurs everything out, but him. He’s more clear than you’ve ever seen him before. “Generally speaking, it’s during heated moments.”

“And what does that mean?” He smirks. Is this flirting? Is he toying with you because he wants you to be explicit about why his scent is changing?

“When,” you close your eyes softly, unable to look at him anymore because emotions are running like crazy in your mind. You try to focus on anything but the quickened beat of his heart. You’d heard about how scents of true mates mimicked one another in some way. Your dad smelled like cinnamon, and your mom like cookies. They complimented each other.

You forced yourself to believe that marshmallows and peppermint worked, but you were the warmth, and he was the cold. You are the very heart of Christmas, while he is the crystal on the trees. Steve’s scent is warm, and harmonizes with yours, and you’re terrified as to what that means.

“Holly?” He pries for more information. His body scoots ever so slightly closer.

“When your scent gets darker like that it’s usually because you’re aroused,” you look away from him quickly, but he captures your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “I’m sorry, this close proximity is getting to me. Fear is elevating it. And…”

“You don’t find me attractive?”

“I didn’t say that,” your voice is timid as you look at him, wishing you could shrivel up inside yourself. His eyes flick down to your mouth, and you forget to breathe. It was only a split second and it stole your thoughts. “You know you’re attractive.”

“To you?” You nod your head, and he inches even closer, “Breathe,” impossible. You cannot breathe currently. You’re struggling to stay afloat here. Your body screams for him, and your mind is saying there’s a blizzard outside due to Jack’s anger of needing to cut winter, and let the spring prevail. He is probably running through the woods looking for you. He’s close, but Steve is closer. “I’m right here.”

Steve holds your gaze, and you wish he’d just close the gap. Wish he would end your misery, and judging by the tightness in his pants, his own. What did you have to lose? You’d been here for months with Steve, growing to know him. And nothing happened. The most that had happened was snuggling. Giggling. Smiles. Fun. Warmth despite the cold. Home.

It’s hit you in this moment, while you missed your parents and ‘home’, you’d miss Steve even more. He is home. Wherever he is, you want to be.

“Kiss me,” you whisper because you dread the rejection that’s about to follow. Instead Steve adjusts himself to his knees. Leaning forward too slowly, “Steve?”

“I’m taking my time, but I do plan on kissing you,” he studies you from this angle and closeness. Looking at you like he’s never seen you before. Never seen anyone but you before. Everything freezes and stands still as you study him. Nothing before now mattered, and nothing else will ever matter but him. Home.

The two of you create a snow globe with this tiny little cabin. The snow may swirl around outside with Jack’s fury, but you’re safe with him. Right where you belong. Jack’s need to isolate you, made you want to truly be alone, and in that journey, you found Steve. A friend. And now…

He inhales briskly before he closes the gap. A tingle of a snowflake surges through you the moment you touch, and then your body lights up with a cozy fire. Immediately you pull him back with you as you lay down on the floor. His body hovers over you, and this just doesn’t seem enough. Months of being separated by clothes, and all you want is him all over you, and in you. Two people becoming one.

His tongue instantly brushes against your lips, and hungrily you open your mouth to grant him access. Home. You can’t explain it. It’s just a perfectly fuzzy feeling. Like Christmas morning with people you love. People that you need in your life, and you claw at the material daring to keep the two of you separated.

Howling winds beat at the doors and windows as each of you pull and tug desperately at the other's clothes. Swirling hands and arms wrestling to get each other naked. To feel him in the depths of your soul. Your hand runs up his bare chest, resting over his heart, and you take comfort in knowing his heart is bursting to get out, too.

“Are you sure?” Steve asks. Giving the two of you a moment to realize that you are as naked as the day you were born. You hadn’t even given yourself a chance to stare at the most perfect man in existence. Hadn’t even gawked at the steel rod he’s kept hidden. Has it been as hard for him these past few months as it has been for you? “We can wait.”

He tries to keep his eyes on yours, but he curiously glances over your body. Tracing the gentle curves of you, until he sees your weeping cunt, and a squeak exits his mouth. “I don’t want to,” he grips tightly to the base of his cock, and smooths it through your folds. Your mouth gapes open at the erotic feeling of his wet skin on yours. You’ve never wanted anything more.

“Steve, I want,” his hips jut forward, and the crown of his cock rests at your entrance. “I want you.”

“Shh,” he looks down between the two of you. Silently gawking at his head just kissing against your entrance. “They say when a woman really wants a man,” his mouth lifts into a smile, while yours turns into an O. Arching your back, while you look up at the ceiling. “That her body just sucks him in.”

If you didn’t see it happen or feel it, you would laugh and think he was crazy. But your cunt pulls him into you. Sucking him like a lifeline, and he sinks into your wet heat slowly. Making your body mold to him. Letting you feel every ridge of his cock, and follow the vein on the underside of his length. He doesn’t stop until he is balls deep, and the cabin rattles. Shutters trembling when he fully seats himself into you.

Your arm wraps around his neck because you’re obsessed with this feeling. The feeling of having him so close, and still it didn’t feel close enough. The lights fade in and out. The power suffering from the connection, but you still only see Steve. You see nothing but the man that changed everything.

Grunts, sniffs, snorts, howls, screams, and a world of horror rages outside your bubble, and you don’t hear the torment of Jack’s wrath. The storm of his power failing to break in, and rip the two of you apart. You don’t hear the lashing of his anger. Water immediately turns to ice. You only hear Steve’s heartbeat.

Steve pulls himself out of you, snapping his hips quickly back in place. The feeling of not being in you, torturing him to the point of a quick return. Grabbing onto his ass, you pull him more into your depths. Pleasure wraps you into a cocoon with every roll of his body into yours. Had it been so long or was this really that great? You’re guessing it is that great because immediately you're dumb off him.

Your vision is blurry with anything that doesn’t involve this moment. Hell is happening in the forest. The demons of winter come out as reinforcements for Jack, but inside is the brightness and warmth that winter can have. The Spirit of Christmas being reborn, and coming into its own power. Sobbing out his name when a crash of lightning rockets the most intense pleasure in your body, and Steve halts his movements to stare at you.

“What was that?” He smiles down at you.

“I wanna ride you,” you knew Steve was a strong man, but the ability he has to lift you up without leaving your warmth. He walks you over to the couch. Sitting down, and immediately you start bouncing on him. Bringing his hands to your chest, letting him knead the spheres, while you ride him. Pressing your forehead against his. Breathing in his smoky scent. Fusing the two of you together for all eternity.

Breathing so deeply you see stars, and you crash your lips into his like your life depends on it. Swallowing all his moans, and all his sweet pleasure. Because each of you owns that. You’re claiming the other’s euphoria as your own.

“Son of a bitch!” Jack curses. Looking up to the sky when another crash of lighting lights up the cabin and your silhouette. “Such a fucking whore!” He kicks a tree, knocking it down to the forest floor. Bringing other trees with it, creating so much chaos, and you don’t falter your movements. You hear nothing.

“No! Nonononono!!!”

His eyes turn to pure ice. Gathering up all the cold he can muster until a figure lands in front of him, punching him in the chest. “That’s enough of that,” he cracks his neck as he looks to the cabin. Another round of lightning illuminating the two of you.

“You get off on watching your ex? I’m sure her father wouldn’t think too kindly of this temper tantrum.”

“Why are you here?” Jack grunts, and crawls out of the snowflakes. He glares at the head of the soldiers of winter. He’d known where you were all along. Of course he did.

“Well, I am her personal bodyguard, and your time is up. You’ve extended winter, were told to cut it out, and now you’re sorely pissing me off by making this storm, and more damn snow. She doesn’t realize you’re even out here, you know why, don’t cha?” Jack glares up at the tall soldier. His eyes are nearly as icy and cold as his own.

“There’s nothing you can do now. You chased her right into the arm of her mate,” it’s the very thing Jack has been refusing to admit. To see. The reason he was trying to break into the cabin, and stop this foolishness. You belonged to him, and instead, just like the whore you were, were spreading your legs for an idiot.

“He’s a mortal!” Jack growls. He bounces up, and stands nose to nose with the soldier. “He’s nothing. He’s not good enough for her! She belongs to me, and I will destroy him!”

“Are you threatening the Spirit of Christmas’ mate?” Jack doesn’t back down, but the soldier sees in his eyes the fear. “You’re already on probation. You were supposed to return north.”

“And what about her!” He shouts, and it isn’t lighting that lights up the house, but something else entirely. A warm glow encapsulates you and Steve, and the soldier grimaces as both of you scream out in pleasure. And the glow remains, and all anyone can see is you two sharing breaths.

“It’s done. You can’t fake that, and he’s not ready. They have seasons to get through. And nowhere does it say she belongs north. You do. So get your ass back where it belongs, and deal with your consequences. She wasn’t ever for you. You dulled her light. You were with her for years, and never could produce an heir. Because she wasn’t yours!”

“You’re playing the old man’s politics again, soldier. It doesn’t look good on you,” Jack cocks up an eyebrow, but the soldier knocks him again, sending him to the icy floor. “Would you stop?” Jack had forgotten how deadly the soldier could be.

“Go home.”

“I don’t want to. I have business to attend to.”

“Go home!”

“She is mine!”

“She’s been fucking claimed, you creep. Do you see that glow? Do you see the two of them wrapped in it? If you stayed in contact with the boss you would have known,” the soldier looks back to the cabin, and still that glow radiates around the two of you. Growing brighter. Warmer.

Jack rolls his eyes as he starts to walk deeper into the woods. “The fucking cat again?”

“She’s not an ordinary cat. You hate her because she’s never liked you. Kris just tolerated you because he thought you made Holly happy. And you’re not walking that way,” Jack freezes, and spins around to glare at him. “You’re coming directly with me. The boss wants a private word with you, and I’d meet with him. You’d hate to be demoted. Again.”

Jack’s full arm points towards the cabin. Annoyed that the soldier is ignoring you laying down with a mere mortal. Hadn’t even let him slip out of you. The two of you were sickeningly just staring at each other, “Now that you’re gone, those two will have some peace and quiet, and she can go outside, and enjoy the snowflakes, like she’s supposed to,” Jack grunts again, but the soldier grabs his arm roughly, and they disappear with a flicker.

You tremble in Steve’s arms, but his soothing hands on your back calm you slightly. That was new. All of it was new. Like you’d never had sex before. Nothing has ever been or felt like that, “That was magical,” he pants, looking across your glistening skin. He starts ghosting his lips over your shoulder. Looking so beautiful, the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen.

You should tell him. You should tell him everything, but you can’t. You’re terrified that he will run. You just need more time. Let him see you in your element. Unafraid of the outdoors. Missy meows loudly, and you jerk your head towards her. He was gone. But he was here. Lifting up Steve’s hands to your mouth, you kiss his knuckles, “Winter’s over.”

“Holly it was brewing a blizzard earlier. Winter isn’t over.”

“If you say so,” you know deep down inside of you that winter is over. He’d returned. Somehow you just know that this snow wouldn’t last. By tomorrow afternoon, you’d see a patch of earth, maybe even some green. His power couldn’t hold the winter any longer. It had overstayed its welcome, and now spring can prevail. And you can join Steve outside tomorrow. A new adventure awaits.

“How does this work?” He asks, kissing around your neck, and you hum in question. “Are you on anything? Are we taking a gamble here?”

“Are you asking about pregnancy?”

“Yeah,” he looks up at you confused, and you give him a sweet smile. “I’m not opposed, but it’s very early,” you couldn’t tell him that your window with pregnancy was during a true winter. While not impossible, it is extremely unlikely to happen.

“I’m not, but after this time, maybe we should be more careful,” you see what he’s thinking. He didn’t have a supply of condoms with him. “Just pull out. I trust you,” you pull him in for a sweet kiss, you’d never tire of this.

“Are you worried about your ex?” You shake your head no. Jack could never hurt you again. Well, almost never. At least his powers would be drained until next winter. “Are you going to come outside and build a snowman with me tomorrow?”

“He’ll probably be a teeny tiny snowman,” you didn’t have the heart to tell him that snow outside was not going to last. You didn’t want to terrify the man. Leave him with more questions before he ever works through his feelings with you.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and you smile, kissing him as you answer yes. “Okay. Me, too.”

And everything would be okay. Everything is going to be okay.

“You girls stay away from the cows!” Steve yells over to Mistletoe and Sugar Cookie. Giving the two of them a disapproving look because Missy wants to play. He clears his throat when the stubborn cat takes another step towards the cows.

“Steve,” you giggle trying to pull him back down to the blanket. “Just sit back down. Leave them alone. The cows enjoy the attention,” you always let them get away with everything. “Here. What do you think of this?”

“Everything you make tastes delicious,” he says with a grunt, falling down onto the blanket, but more importantly onto you. Your cheeks heat up with unashamed happiness as he starts nipping on your neck. His body crawls more on top of you, and you playfully try to get him off.

“Steve! We’ve got to eat.”

“Mmm, I’d rather be eating you.”

“I’m sure you would,” your voice darkens, and Steve jumps off you. Sitting up straight, and starts to pick at the fruit in the picnic basket. “No, that's not fair!”

“If you don’t want me to eat you, then I’ll eat these grapes. I can think of something so much sweater,” he’d been insatiable. So had you. You wanted to try and get some fresh air that didn’t include washing the sheets again.

You groan, falling onto the blanket, and in his lab. “What cha doing?” He asks, looking more like a schoolboy than the sex fiend he is. As much as you love winter and the snow, seeing Steve’s arms exposed in that stupidly tight shirt, and his freckles start to pop out over his nose is amazing. You’ve loved the seasons for their own beauty, but Steve is adding to that beauty. He is beautiful.

You discover something new about him everyday. Every hour, you learn a new story of his, or find a mark on his body, a new move he’s used on you, a new way to make him climax, a new facial expression when you tell a corny joke. It didn’t matter, you just wanted to soak every part of him up. So much newness and you thought you were learning about him when you were just friends in a cabin.

“Winter would have been miserable without you,” he pops another grape into his mouth before he looks down at you. “I’m serious.”

“Are you talking about me or my cock?” You roll your eyes at him. Did he seriously forget the months that you were just cuddling?

“You’re such a teenager! I am talking about you,” his cheeks turn rosy as he looks across the property, avoiding your gaze, and you can’t look at the beauty here, because you’re struck on him. He is far more beautiful than any forest.

“Stop staring,” he giggles, staring down the road that leads to his cabin that he’s never returned to. Well, to stay in. The two of you did bring his clothes here. “I think we should go visit your folks,” he says nonchalantly. Still refusing to meet your eyes. He’s so embarrassed, and it’s adorable.

“I don’t know if you’re ready to meet them.”

“Why not?” He looks down at you accusatory. “I’m fun. And cute. And you love — spending time with me,” holy shit. He knows. He knows but is afraid to say it. It’s more endearing in a way. “Why?”

“It’s complicated. My dad is kinda famous.”

“A famous delivery man? Okay. So you’re not ashamed of me?” You gasp, clutching your nonexistent pearls. “Okay, I’ll take that as you’re not ashamed. So when do I get to meet them?”

“You really want to?” He gives a smile, nodding his head as he lifts you up from his lap. Holding you almost like a doll as he kisses your lips over and over again. “Okay okay! But you have to have an open mind, and you can’t judge. Judging kills the — essence.”

“I don’t even know what that means.”

“My dad kinda runs on people believing in him,” you cringe, trying to come up with a way to explain things. It’d probably work best with actually seeing it. Everyone believes when they see. “But he does tend to hibernate in spring. Maybe…maybe in fall? Give him some time to get ahead for the winter season.”

“I like these riddles,” he starts kissing you again. Pulling you on top of him as he lays back, his head in the grass and not on the blanket. “He’s a delivery man, he hibernates in spring, Christmas is his biggest season but it’s everyone’s in retail, he needs you to believe him so his ego must be a bit broken, and you flourish in winter. I get why you call yourself the Spirit of Christmas,” he had no idea…

And you didn’t call yourself that. That was a title bestowed to you. But for the first time in your life, you feel like you deserve it. The joy that wraps around your heart with just the simplest of acts makes you feel all warm and fuzzy. Like roasting the most decadent marshmallows.

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You stupid little fox

After watching 'Red One' for the third time, I've finally notice that Jack O'Malley, the normal, everyday human he is, had received no injuries despite being bashed, beaten, and tossed like a rag-doll. So my angsty brain was like 'nope, we can't have that now can we. This glitch is has an average Joe body, and now he's gonna hurt.' Also, I'm making a ship name, for those who've seen it, what do you think of DataBank for Callum Drift x Jack O'Malley?

After the Snowmen Incident Jack could feel, with every dull throb and spark of pain, that he had some bruised ribs. His best guess was that he had bruised them when one of the Snowmen had flung him back into a wooden support beam for the little restaurant/bar & grill place back in Aruba. Normally he would've said something, but after the withering stare Cal had given him for letting the guy get iced, he thought better of it and keep his mouth shut. Once they were in Germany, the colder weather help keep his mind off the pain. In fact, it had worked a little to well, because with his mind not occupied with the twang of his undoubtably black and blue back, he mind was free to think about his money problem and nick a gold coin from the open tressure chest.

And landed them in the dungeons of a demonic winter goat demon thing that was Santa's adopted brother who knew Cal.

Then they fought their way out of the creepy castle, his son got globed, then he did, then they talked about how much of a crappy father Jack had been, the Glass-Fig thing broke, they found Cal and Zoe (much to his ribs dismay), they fought the Witch's kids, and now they were fight the Witch after Krampus tried (and failed) to talk his ex out of her plan.

Jack's heart stopped at the sound of Cal's body hitting the sleigh.

'He's ok, he's not human, remember? He'll be fine, don't worry.' He thought as he dodged the clawed foot trying to kill him.

Only to be caught and smacked across the runway.

The moment the tail had made contact with his body, he felt something(s) break. As he flew through the air, he felt his chest bloom with pain. And when he landed, he definitely felt his arm break, little bits of glass punctured his poorly-protected chest, arms, and a little bit of his belly, as well as the ground when his head collided with it.

As he lay there and as the cold seeped into his body he knew, logically, that he need to get up. Need to prove him himself. Because that stupid, bald E.L.F somehow made him want to make Cal proud. Back in the dungeon, when Cal said he wasn't disappointed because he had no expectation of him, that had stung more then when he finally had pushed the remainder of his family away. More then the sad or glowering looks 'Liv gave him. So, to appease this stupid part of his brain, he needed to get up and be useful. But the second he tried to his body screamed at him and he collapsed back down on the snow.

Distantly he could hear someone yelling something, but it was hard to hear over the ringing in his ears and to see over the black spots to blocked his vision.

'I'll just lay here for a little,' he thought 'just for a little bit then I'll go help."

With the Witch delt with, and Nick awake, Cal could finally breath. But the feeling of relief was quickly snatch away when Krampus slowly approached them, before stopping and staring at Nick with his orange-ish yellow eyes. Nick stared back then slowly walked toward the goat demon.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in." Nick stated.

"Let's not get mushy." Krampus retorted.

"Thank you, brother." The man said, nodding his appreciation. Krampus shrugged his shoulders.

"Merry Christmas." He grumbled, looking away. "Brother."

"You maybe want to stick around a while?" Nick asked. Cal shook his head when Krampus glanced at him. The winter demi-god nodded as he said.

"Don't push it." Nicholas nodded along understandingly.

"Get to work." Krampus said teasingly, turning to leave, but he stopped. He slowly turned back around and sniffed the air. He pause and sniffed again. He glanced at Nick, looked him up and down, then turned to Callum and sniffed, before shaking his head. Nick stepped forward.

"What's wrong?" Krampus gave him a long look then said.

"I smell blood. Human blood." Cal froze at the words as Krampus continued, looking at the bodyguard then at something behind him.

"Say, what ever happened to the mortal you had with you earlier?" Cal whipped around and look behind the sleigh and the container. The moment he saw a black, unmoving object, he broke into a sprint, calling Jack's name.

When he got to Jack's prone frame, he could already see a small pool of red snow around the man. Another, closer look and he could see the way his right arm was bent. He turned to shout at Nick to help him get help, only to find his boss right in front of him and lord Krampus a few paces behind, looking vaguely intrigued. Cal swallowed. "He's hurt, we need to get him back inside, stat." Nick nodded and looked back at Krampus.

"It was nice seeing you again, brother." And clapped him on the shoulder. Krampus hesitantly put his clawed hand on Nick's shoulder and get it a light squeeze.

"Merry Christmas, little brother." He whispered and started to walked away as an small ambulance rolled up. Mrs. Claus stepped out and froze at the sight of Krampus but she blinked and swallowed.

"Nice to see you, Krampus." The goat demon nodded.

" Gertrude........ take care of my idiotic brother for me, would you?" She sent him a smile and a nod before turning and helping Cal load Jack onto a gurney as Krampus walked away to his sleigh and left. Jack let out a moan of pain as his half-lidded, hazy eyes twitched and his head lolled to the side.

"Jack, Jack, I need you to stay awake." Cal said, laying him down, and went still when Jack slowly turned his head back to look at Cal.

"C-Cal?" He whispered, his voice filled with pain.

"Yeah Jack, it's me, Cal. You need to stay awake right now, ok?" Jack feebly shook his head.

"It hurts, an' m'tired." The man slurred. Cal shushed him.

"I know, I know it hurts but you need to stay awake so we can figure out what's wrong. Do it for Dylan, Jack. Do it for me. Please." Jack shuddered as he was wheeled away.

"K'

5 hours later

After consoling a distraught Dylan, he and Cal (with Red's permission) watched as everyone hustled and bustled to catch up with the clock. One of the elves came up to them and handed both a cup of hot chocolate, with marshmallows and a candy cane in each, before heading off to go help. Soon Nick walked out of the hallway fully dress up, and strides towards the boy.

"He'll be alright, Dylan, he's in good hands." The raven haired boy swallowed.

"I-I know, but I've never seen him so pale before. I'm worried a-and a little scared." He admitted shyly. Cal nodded and squeezed his shoulder.

"It's ok to feel that way Dylan. It was a scary thing that happened, there's not shame in being scared." Nick nodded.

"You know, I was wondering if you would like to join me tonight." This caught Dylan's attention.

"Join you? Tonight? But aren't you busy? I-It's Christmas Eve, you're going to go deliver....... presents." Sooner the realization dawn on him.

" You want me to go rid with you, tonight!?" The winter spirit smiled.

"Over course, plus, I thought it would be a good way to help get you mind off you dad, if only for a little bit." Mrs. Claus came up behind him and gave her husband gloved-hand a squeeze.

"That sounds like a lovely idea, sweetheart."

"But what about my dad?" Nicholas gave him a sad look.

"Jack's in the medical wing as we speak, and they'll be diagnosing and treating him for the next few hours. We won't get anything from them until he's stable, but we don't know how long it will take. You don't have to come with but I thought you might enjoy it. Cal will be there too as well." Dylan bit his lip, and looked at Cal to Nick and his wife, then to the direction his father was wheeled away. Slowly he nodded his head.

"Y-Yeah, I'll go with."

To be continued...

[krirebr]

This is too cute. Wonder if Jake, wherever he is, sat straight up, sensing a disturbance in the force. 🤭

A-maze-ing!

A/N: Written for @the-slumberparty's December Daze Challenge.

Prompt: this snowmaze seemed fun until i got lost

Okay, this looks familiar, you think. Then again, so did the last four lefts!

Sure enough, there's the exact same snowflake decor on the wall. You swear it's mocking you. You'd rip it to mark your progress, but it's laminated. You also don't have any markers to just make a mark on it.

You're lost. Which means, if you ever want to get out of her, you have to ask Jack to get you out.

Sighing, you pull out your phone and text him.

I'm lost.

I told you you'd get lost.

Will you please come rescue me?

You know the price.

C'mon, Jack! I'm cold and tired!

You know the price.

You stomp your foot and pout. You know what it'll cost for him to come rescue you and you just can't do it! You'll starve to death in the maze before you yield!

Fine. If he won't help you, you'll find someone who will. You switch to another name in your contacts but as soon as you hit "send" your phone gives you a "no signal" message. You blink. That can't be right. You just texted with Jack and you haven't moved from that spot.

You flip back over to your chat with Jack.

DID YOU BLOCK MY PHONE?!

Can't have you cheating. 😉

It's not cheating to ask for help from someone else. That was NOT specified in the rules.

It also wasn't specified that I COULDN'T block you from getting outside help.

When you don't respond for a few minutes, he messages you a photo of him eating a churro, making your stomach growl. Your face scrunches in frustration. You're cold and hungry and lost. Maybe it's best to just give him what he wants.

You have to PROMISE me he'll never know.

No worries. This is just for me.

You close your eyes and sigh before typing:

You are a better hacker than Jake Jensen.

So glad you've finally come around! Take two lefts and one right.

It can't be that easy, you think. But when you follow his instructions, there he is, holding out a churro and smiling.

"You promise you won't tell Jake or show him the text?"

"I promise," Jack nods. "But I'm gonna ride this ego boost through our next encounter with him."

"You're lucky you're cute," you grumble. "And that you got me churros."

"Nah, that's not why I'm lucky," he shakes his head. "I'm lucky because I've got you." He winks, making you giggle.

Tagging:

@alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly; @thiquefunlover63

[littleferal]

littleferal’s 2021 roundup (2) 🌙

hi everyone!!! i guess it's time to start rounding off 2021 and where did it go?!? my present to you all is to share my favourite works this year. you can find my previous fic rec roundup from the first half of 2021 here. and also my pegging collection here. for specific tastes :“)

as always, each character has their own section broken down into thoughts, rabbles & headcanons (smallest pieces), one shots and multi-chapters. multi-chapters are always linked to the first chapter or their masterlist if they have one. summaries follow all one shots and multi-chapters. they have all been pulled from the fic themself or i have added a brief one if one wasn't available.

you may find some pieces on here that were on from before; if it's a multichapter still updating you know i'm going to keep throwing it at you!! plus, a reread deserves a reblog, so maybe not everything is from this year.

please go and show everyone a bit of love and don’t forget to reblog what you love for your content creators!!! <3

finally, as always, please read all warnings on pieces first. i have used a simple key to give you an idea to what you’re heading into but you are responsible for the media you consume

key: angst = 😢 explicit = 🔞 fluff = 🌸 violence = 🗡️

🌙 benny miller (triple frontier)

thoughts, drabbles & headcanons

prompts #28—feeling for each other in the dark & #10—spooning at night by @foli-vora 🌸

prompt "books" x frankie by @alwaysbethewest 🔞 🌸

erogenous zones, triple frontier guys by @softanon 🔞

kissing headcanons with the poly!boys by @ohheyitsokay 🌸

multichapters

you can do that on purpose? by @softanon 🔞 + ii

Benjamin Miller learns a curious fact about vaginal sex he was previously unaware of

🌙 dave york (the equalizer ii)

multichapters

in for it by @foli-vora 🔞 🗡️

Moving into a cookie cutter, family orientated neighbourhood with your run-of-the-mill, unsuspecting husband was the perfect cover you needed. Who would ever be suspicious of the perfect little housewife? The one who always kisses her husband goodbye every morning, who has dinner ready on the table at the same time every night, who attends the local book club and volunteers at the local nursing home?

Well, your neighbour for starters, who—as it turns out—you may have more in common with than you originally thought. Too bad the neighbourhood was too small for the both of you and your… skill sets.

🌙 din djarin (the mandalorian)

thoughts, drabbles & headcanons

helmet riding by @arduadastra 🔞

one shots

blueshift by @corvueros 🔞

sex pollen + pegging. You were honestly a bit flattered when someone put a bounty on you. You were less enthused when your travel companion took the job and was set on teaching you a lesson or two. Turns out, the lesson was made for the two of you.

🌙 ezra (prospect)

thoughts, drabbles & headcanons

ezra o'malley by @pettyprocrastination + ii + iii 🔞 🌸

prompt "look at you getting off on my thigh" by @corvueros 🔞

🌙 frankie morales (triple frontier)

thoughts, drabbles & headcanons

reassurance by @softanon 🔞

prompt #19—high fiving by @foli-vora 🔞

prompt "books" x benny by @alwaysbethewest 🔞 🌸

prompts #9 + #21: pegging & praise kink by @letterfromvienna 🔞 🌸

erogenous zones, triple frontier guys by @softanon 🔞

kissing headcanons with the poly!boys by @ohheyitsokay 🌸

one shots

love on the rocks by @pilothusband 🔞

the goal? to get frankie to cum without touching his cock

put your name on it by @alwaysbethewest 🔞 🌸

frankie x benny. benny bakes frankie a birthday cake

stars hit the ceiling by @jazzelsaur 🔞 😢 🌸

frankie x reader x jack daniels. poly. frankie wakes from a nightmare. sometimes he needs you and jack to help ground him in reality.

yours, mine ♥ by @letterfromvienna 🔞

frankie body worship

multichapters

apparition by @alwaysbethewest 🌸 + ii + iii

ghost!reader. #francisco morales falls in love with a ghost au

a sensual summoning by @djarinsbeskar 🔞

incubus!frankie x f!reader. All you wanted was to summon a familiar, why is there an incubus in your cottage??

homecoming + 30 pieces of home by @astroboots 🔞

frankie x f!reader x santi. Home is something Santiago Garcia left behind a long time ago. But on a short visit to his hometown, he rediscovers that home is not a place, it’s the people you love.

like a river by @radiowallet

frankie x f!reader x marcus moreno. Marcus Moreno needs help getting to an island, and he needs it done quietly. He hires an outside company, two former delta force pilots, to help get him there. Little does he know some bad intel and sudden rainstorm will change the trajectory of his life in a way he never saw coming.

watch your step by @charnelhouse 🔞 🗡️ 😢

triple frontier guys x f!reader. A grief-ridden girl is kidnapped by the inner circle of the most dangerous mob in the city - The Cardinals. She soon learns that nothing is as it seems.

weeknights by @frannyzooey 🔞

In search of a weekly babysitter for his daughter, Frankie Morales asks the daycare if they would recommend someone. Directing him to a college nanny website, he searches through the bios one night, coming across yours: the credentials and qualifications just what he is looking for, he decides to hire you. The photo on the website grainy and outdated, he isn’t quite prepared when you show up at his door the first night - beginning a professional relationship that slowly slides into a personal one.

🌙 the thief (that wine commercial)

one shots

more himself on his knees by @loversandantiheroes 🔞

pegging, fem!dom. he might be everything the stories say he is, but that doesn’t matter when he comes to you.

🌙 agent whiskey (kingsman ii)

one shots

letters of consent by @ohheyitsokay 🔞

sex pollen. jack needs someone to sign his papers and the only one he wants in a time of crisis is you.

no candles necessary by @loversandantiheroes 🔞

anon prompt. an anniversary dinner goes exactly as you should have expected where jack is concerned

stars hit the ceiling by @jazzelsaur 🔞 😢 🌸

frankie x reader x jack daniels. poly. frankie wakes from a nightmare. sometimes he needs you and jack to help ground him in reality.

stay with me by @foli-vora 🔞 🌸

It’s comfortable in the sun, tucked into Jack and finally taking a moment to relax. He has to leave for a mission, but you have an idea that may keep him with you for longer.

multichapters

hotel hobbies by @loversandantiheroes 🔞

Hotels are built for mistakes; a heady cocktail of anonymity, overpriced drinks, and the luxury of running away before check-in the next morning. Jack “Whiskey” Daniels – a costume cowboy and all-around obnoxious blowhard with a penchant for bourbon, ropes, and sharp-tongued women – might as well be a mistake on legs. Unfortunately for you, he’s also hotter than a goddamn wildfire. And, unfortunately for the both of you, some mistakes are far more addictive than others.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

"Randoms" Masterlist:

Started: 11/16/20

Updated: 11/11/24

Bold links are smut

Italicized links are fluff

Strikethrough links are angst

*some have multiple, like hurt/comfort are italicized and striked out for example.

*ordered from oldest (at the top) to the newest (at the bottom)

*this list includes ONLY Tumblr works, go to my AO3 for full fics

Omegaverse Service Top Alphas

Omegaverse Ass Grabs

Chris Evans Trying Pottery

Steve & Bucky & Pottery

Some Art I Made! 

Chris Is A Mouthy, Grabby Fuck

More Art!

Chris Evans Reader Insert 

Sebastian Stan Reader Insert

Freshly Post Serum Steve ft. A Tiny Kitten

Desperate Daddys, Doms, & Tops

Assorted Evanstackie (Chris/Seb/Mackie)

Ari Levinson × Reader ft. Touch Starved-ness & Daddy Kink

Steve Rogers In Panties & His Shield Harness Art

Seb As Tommy Art

Reverse Rolls In Omegaverse

Evanstackie Origin & Then Working Seb Over Good

Evans & Mackie Making Sure Seb Is Taken Good Care Of

Evanstackie - Chris & Mackie Calling Seb "Princess"

Just Some Of My Art But ✨Watercolor✨

Evanstackie Fic Recs

What Would A BDSM Scene Look Like Between Evans, Stan, and Mackie?

What About Dom's Under A Desk... Not Their Sub?

Quick Andy Barber × Reader

Assorted Drafts That Never Got Flushed Out (Evanstan & Stucky)

Insinuated Sebastian Stan Gangbang On P&T Set

Sub!Chris Evans & Dom!Anthony Mackie

Sebastian Stan x Reader ft. Heels Kink

Artist Steve Rogers Favorite Art Tool

Dom Exhibitionism

Slutty Chris Evans In A Crop Top Art

Chris Evans × Gender Neutral Reader: Fun In The Sun

Pegging Chris Evans (Chris × Fem!Reader & Gender-Neutral!Reader)

Thoughts On Sub!Steve & Sub!Bucky w/ Dom!Nat

Andy, Ari, & Ransom × Reader: What They're Each Like In The Bedroom

Top & Sub Sebastian Stan × Bottom & Dom Reader

Younger-College-Age!Dom & Older-Sub w/ Hurt/Comfort

Chris Evans Lightyear Premier Sketch

Sub!Ransom x Dom-Mommy!Reader

Daddy!Sebastian At The 2023 Golden Globes

Anon Provided Avengers-Group-Sub!Steve

MORE Avengers-Group-Sub But... Bucky

Pottery-Student!Chris × Pottery-Teacher!Reader

Thinking About Seb Sucking Dick In A Back Alley

Subby Ghosted Chris (or Cole) Thoughts

Quick Lloyd Hansen Mustache Thots

Seb Getting Used By Multiple People 👀

A Little Steve Rogers Selfcest

A Little Bucky Barnes Selfcest

Seb Being Suspended For Chris' & Anthony's Use

TJ Hammond & Andy Barber Meeting At A Bar

Pre-Serum Steve & Fresh 21st Century Steve Selfcest

Skinny Steve Doodle

Whiteglovemanor Provided Sub!Ransom

Steve Rogers Playlist

Nomad Steve Being Sweet & A Lil Mean To Freshly Thawed Steve

Playboy Bunny Boyfriends Doodle

Steve And Feelings Of Cleanliness

Steve w/ Sensitive Teeth

Evanstackie--Sebastian Waiting At Home w/ An Inflatable Plug

Steve & Natasha Bonding While On The Run

Steve Getting Carded

Chris Evans In Art Markers

Andy Barber & Chase Collins Mini AU

God The Bounty Hunter × Cole Turner

Sam Encouraging Steve To Make More Art

Drawing Of Chris Evans' Side Profile

Professor Evans, Model Sebastian, & Student (Fem)Reader

Writing Reference For What Being Aroused & Having A Dick Feels Like

Steve And Sleep

Andy Barber & Steve Rogers Making Out

Brat & Brat w/ Carter & Ransom

Chris Evans Is An Ass Man--Chris × Female Reader

Post-Gym Sebastian × Female-Dom!Reader

Steve's Homesickness & Restlessness

Steve Rogers: In Queerness, Time, & Loneliness

Bucky Barnes Selfcest ft. Metal Arm Kink

Art Of Chris' & One Seb

Quick Steve At College Thought

Touch-Starved WS!Bucky × Male!Reader

Jack O'Malley × Bucky Barnes (Chris Character × Sebastian Stan Character)

Sub Max Burnett × Brat Ransom Drysdale × Mommy!Reader

Steve's Ice Water PTSD

Rebel Rebel Steve

Evanstan × Reader: Post-Morning Run, Making Breakfast & Innuendos

Steve Selfcest, Hand Difference

Evanstan x Trans Man Reader

Bucky's Hair Post-HYDRA

Chris Evans Body Hair

[georgiapeach30513]

Perfume on the Shelf

Summary: You told him he had one more chance to cheat, and you were done. Warning him there would be no second chances, but he didn’t listen. Couldn’t believe you. He definitely didn’t think you’d run into his partner’s arms. Jack was always waiting on you to wise up. And now he’s going to show you just how hard soft love can be.

Pairings: Jack O'Malley X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, drinking, cheating, unprotected sex, PIV sex, hard sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3K

Jack O'Malley Masterlist

You didn’t need to say anything or cause a scene. You saw him with another woman. Again. Again he disappointed you. Again he lied to you. Again he chose someone that wasn’t you. You gave him too many chances, and you’re not even sure if it’s because of love, fear, or just fucking stupidity that caused you to stay.

You take a sip of your whiskey. Letting the amber liquid burn down your throat, and give you something to think about besides the way he looked as he pushed into her. Her obnoxious pornstar sounds that echoed out into your home. Yes, he paid for it, but you still lived there. You loved it there, but he tainted it for the last time. It just wasn’t worth the loss of your dignity.

You give the bar a little tap, and the bartender gives you a pitiful look. “Just fucking pour me another round.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Absolutely not,” why the hell would you want to tell a stranger your problems? And what were you supposed to say? My boyfriend that’s a hitman for hire cheats on me all the fucking time, and thinks he should be allowed to that because his job is stressful, and he needs to fuck. Of course you have a perfectly viable pussy that he never complained about, but new pussy just feels different. And he thinks that is justifying his actions to you.

Asshole.

Robert wasn’t a terrible guy, but he was far from being great, or even good, especially in a relationship. You let him use you because you ‘love’ him. You scoff hearing that word in your mouth. While you loved him it was one sided, and you’re beginning to think you didn’t even love him at all. Maybe the idea of him, and that just makes you feel sick. What idea of him? The fact that he wouldn’t hesitate to kill someone that crosses you? Where have you heard that line before?

You are just as bad as him no matter how you want to think about it. You couldn’t justify how seeing him punish a man that has wronged you made you feel. How you watched him end the life of people for you — for your safety. You know you’re a sicko, but you also know you won’t be disrespected, and you at least are loyal. It wasn’t worth it.

Maybe the cheating throughout your relationship hardened you each time, so that when it was time to break free it didn’t hurt. What hurts is your ego and the fact he trampled all over it. Asshole. Big fucking dick asshole. You hate him, and hate it worse that you allowed him that amount of freedom with your heart.

Maybe shame is a better word to describe things. You just feel numb. Not the sense of relief you thought you would feel but…nothing at all. You tap your finger on the bar, hoping to get a refill soon. You lift the final drink to your mouth, but a thick and heavy hand lays on yours tapping the table and you look to your right. Annoyed that someone had the audacity to stop you, and you glare at the man.

“I think you’ve had enough. She’s had enough,” he says, waving at the bartender.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Jack. You can fuck off, too.”

“Yeah, he told me you hadn’t made it home. I told him you probably did.”

Your eyes downcast to the scratched wood. This bar is nowhere you would have ever found yourself any other time. You didn’t want to be found though. Robert would look at the high end hotel bars. you wanted to be left alone to lick your wounds and wait for him to get an assignment so you can pack up your shit, and leave for good.

“You knew?”

“Knew that he’s always fucking someone? Yeah. You’re the stupid woman that kept making excuses for him. The one that believed him when he said that he wouldn’t ever do it again, and it would last maybe a couple of weeks. Sex was real good at home, but then…like I said last time, he’s insatiable. It’s not you, it really is him. The man has no business being in a relationship. And I told you that. Or did you forget? You thought your pussy could cure his whoring ways,” you snort, your eyes go glossy as you look to the wall of liquor bottles.

Every time he cheated, Jack told you that you would be better off without him. That he wasn’t going to change, and he hadn’t. He was still a man that was going to fuck who he wanted to fuck. “That’s not all you said to me.”

“Oh yeah? And what else did I say, sweetheart?” His foot wraps around the leg of your stool, and he pulls you dangerously close to his own. Placing you right in between his thighs as he leans forward, “Go on, tell me what I said to you.”

“You know,” you whisper, your hand absentmindedly placing on his thigh. You move the hand up, and pull it back down. Looking at his thick leg, he places his fingers on your chin, lifting your gaze to him. Tsking you as he shakes his head. “You know what you said.”

“And I need you to refresh my memory. I easily forget.”

You lean in too close. Your mouth is right at his ear, and you place your lips over the shell, “You told me I could get under you, and you could help me forget him.”

“And what do you suppose I meant by that?” His breath on your neck sends a chill up your spine, and heat pools to your core. You feel like a bitch in heat with how bad you want him to make you forget. You didn’t love Robert, and had no intentions of returning, or even staying here. But something about your goodbye being with Jack’s cock fucking into you sounds delicious.

“I think you meant you want to fuck me,” leaning back you watch as Jack’s pupils expand. Blowing wide with dark pools of lust, and blocking out the crystal blue of his eyes. What both of you are proposing should be forbidden, but you weren’t loyal to any man anymore. You want him. You want him raw and unhinged.

“I think you want to hear what I sound like when I come on your cock. You want to fuck me so good and hard I forget everything I saw tonight. You want me to cry from pleasure instead of betrayal. You want me to be your little slut tonight, and have my cunt milk your cock dry.”

Jack doesn’t respond with words, he lays down a hundred dollar bill and picks you up, throwing you on his shoulder. His eyes roll in the back of his head when he feels your pussy throbbing with a need to be filled. A need to be punished. Carrying you out of the bar before walking down the street.

“Where are we going?” you ask, giggling because being upside down with some whiskey in your system is making you loopy.

“Uh uh, stay with me. We’re going to a hotel. It’s just a block away.”

“You mean that crummy old motel?”

“Eh,” he shrugs the best he can. “It’s the best option right now. Plus, I know what the best room of the place is. They keep it nice and clean for me. Just trust me,” you didn’t care about trust, you just want Jack to fuck you so you can say a big fuck you to Robert. You hoped that Jack bragged about it. Took a picture of it, hell, record it. You didn’t care. That part of you is no longer there. You want Robert to feel as low as you do, while you moan out another man’s name.

Get to feel blissful for once. You’re an adult, and you have imagined being under, over, beside, upside down, and whatever position this man could come up with, with Jack. The man is attractive, and he’s not been subtle in asking you, more like begging you. You are just now in the right state of mind to receive his kind of attention.

He slams open the door, and slings you on the bed immediately. His hands paw at your pants as he tries to remove your clothes while you look around the room. This is too nice here. It’s bigger than the normal room. “Take your shirt off,” he tells you breathlessly.

His lips attach to your legs, creating a trail of desire all the way up before his sinful mouth is kissing over your drenched panties. “What is this place?”

“It’s my home. Stop talking.”

“You live here?”

“Yes,” he sighs, leaning back on his haunches, and you sit up off the bed watching him. “And I’m apparently a little rusty. I’m pulling out all the stops for you, kissing you over that stupid piece of fabric that you call panties. Moaning at the way you taste, and you’re just worried about my damn hotel.”

“Your hotel?” You didn’t know this about Jack. He’s full of surprises.

“And I’m only mildly offended that you made that gross comment about my crummy hotel, but the fact you’re ignoring my pinky that is only slightly rubbing over you is offensive,” you genuinely smile at him. There’s more to Jack than meets the eye. He really wants you to enjoy this moment. Not just seek revenge on your lying boyfriend, but see him. Pay attention to him, even though you haven’t exactly ignored him.

There’s a true sadness over his face, and you pull off your shirt. Reaching behind you to your bra, “You’re not trying to talk yourself out of sleeping with me this time?” You shake your head no. A grin spreads over your face as you let your bra drop into your lap, and he slings it behind him quickly.

Lifting your ass you shake your hips back and forth, removing your panties, and spread your legs wide. Dipping your fingers into your warmth, and you bring them back out. Stretching them wide, and watching as Jack stares at the webbing of your slick coated your fingers.

“Get undressed, Jack,” he does so enthusiastically. Nearly tripping as he tries to rid himself of his clothes, and that glorious cock springs free. Beads of precum shine in the low lighting, and his member twitches with excitement. Kneeling on the bed, he crawls in between your thighs, and you cover your cunt with your hands.

“Oh, come on!” It’s more silly than serious, but he’s adorable being animated.

“First, tell me, is this a one time thing? Or are we going to be seeing a lot of each other from now on?”

“Sugar, I only want you for sex,” no he doesn’t. A man doesn’t chase after a woman for years just for sex. But you want him to admit it to you. It could be all there is, or it could be that he wants to sneak around some more. Your bet is on the latter.

“Sure you do.”

“I’m being honest,” he smiles as he starts to lift your hands away. Holding his cock at the base he runs his blunt tip through your folds. Collecting your arousal, and he dips lower. Pushing just the tip in before he pulls out. “This is just a one time thing. Understand?”

“Then you better fuck me hard and good, so I don’t forget.”

“I’ll fuck you so deep that your body will be mesmerized by me. Crave me for all of eternity, and ruin you for other men.”

“If it’s just a one time thing, why would you do that?” He doesn’t answer. He just crashes into your warmth. So fast that the world spins on another axis, and your body lurches up the bed. You yelp as his cock whispers against your cervix. Eyes rolling in the back of your head as Jack settles into your warmth.

Giving your walls a chance to accommodate his thick girth, and your breathing to regulate again. “What was that you asked?”

“I said,” he pulls out of your pussy, crashing back in, balls deep. Jack’s sack bounces off your ass, and you forget what you were trying to convey. “I said that — oh my fuck!” He does this again. Stopping your line of thought every time. He is almost painfully deep, but your body pulls him closer. Wrapping your legs around his waist, and arching your back.

You want to feel him through your entire body. “I think you were trying to say something?”

“Just fuck me!”

“As you wish,” he drags himself out of you, and starts to piston back in. A brutal pace, and you can’t think of anything else, but the pleasure. The absolute perfect way that this man melts into your body just like you are the perfect fit for him. The bed slams against the wall, and you still need more. Maybe it’s just Jack.

The thought of only getting this one time, and never again is appalling. You need this everyday. You need to receive him multiple times a day. Have him filling you up, but in a weird way, worshiping you. Petting around your face, and giving you the sweetest chaste kisses while he splits you in two. He is demolishing you from the inside out, and you want him to.

You want him to take all that he needs, just so you can thank him for his services. Thrusting into you so hard that you feel bruises being formed at the apex of your thighs. You could get used to this kind of treatment. The treatment that you are the only thing that could ever matter to him. And you are the only one that could make him feel this way.

“Jack! Jack! Jaaaaaacck!”

“I know. And you’re going to take everything that I give you. Whenever I give it to you, you’re going to take it, and you’re going to tell me thank you. Okay?” You nod your head, words barely able to form on your lips, and you take it all.

Every stab into your body, you take it. Every mark he nips onto your neck, you take it. Every sharp pinch to your nipples, you take it. You take everything with fervor. You will take whatever this man gives you. Every bit of it. You’re ruined for other men sexually, if only…

“I’m going to count to three, and we’re going to come together. One,” you pout up at him. Biting on your lip as your walls start to flutter around his wide cock. This is going too fast. If you only get one chance, he should make it last for hours.

“Two,” he softly wipes his thumb over your forehead, removing the sweat that beads along your skin, and you whimper out his name. He is the devil for being too good at this. You want more. More of him. Not just his body. But the buildup is too much. You want to come on his cock. You want to feel him come into you.

“Three,” his word is more like a grunt as your tight pussy clenches down around him. Holding him so tight that you hope you trap him inside until he gets hard again and the two of you die because you can’t stop fucking each other.

One more push into you, and you feel hot ribbons of his cum spurt deep inside of you, and you both mewl at the feeling of your juices mixing into the most beautiful form of arousal. Fusing together as one as you search his eyes. Please. Please let him tell you that one time is never enough. Be good enough that he wants to stay.

He whispers out your name while his breathing is labored, and choked. “I’m not good enough for you. And I’m not good enough to walk away from you either.”

“Good.”

“I need you to get dressed and walk away from me, and this life,” you twist your head to the side and study him. “You deserve a better life than this, and I need…”

“What do you want though?”

“For you to never go anywhere that I’m not. I’ve always wanted you, and you know that,” how could it be possible that you’re now the one that needs him in your life. Jack has tried for so long. Even before Robert became your poison of choice. Why did he stick around and wait for this moment for all that time?

“I want to do this again and again and again. I want you.”

And for the first time in so long, you want to do what you want, too. You want him. You hate this life. But you want him. You can’t go on pretending that this life doesn’t exist because he is all you want. For how long was anyone’s guess because you’re unsure when Jack is who you wanted, and yet you denied him because you were with Robert. But you are tired of pretending, and tired of fighting.

“I’m sorry I tried to make you jealous,” and there it is. The man is finally apologizing after all these years. Games and more stupid games. Games that had real life consequences. Games that made you both take such different paths in life. “I love you.”

“Ehh, we’re not doing that now. I’m sorry I had to make you jealous for making me jealous. And then I got caught in Robert’s web. No more games.”

“None,” he’s tired of the games and chasing as well. Now he just wants to chase you to the bed.

“Just you and me?”

“And the devil makes three,” and that’s how you like it. Equal partners. For now until you each take your last dying breath. Just you. And him. And the devil makes three…

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A Snowflake Melts, Part 2

Summary: a blizzard is coming

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings:  mild language, just one bed, stalking, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.5K

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A scent. It wasn’t much. But Jack has gone off less than that before. It was getting a bit close to Christmas, but he had already made early rounds. Who cares if winter is longer than usual? He had bigger problems; finding you. You are what’s important. Your family even said so. They are growing suspicious of him, which means you are talking to someone, but spreading lies about his relationship, and what actually happened.

He never got a chance to explain. Winter relied on him. And you, just like a coward left. He growls, sitting down on the tree branch as he looks at the beauty he created. Once you told him that he made things look magical. That you loved winter, and would always stay in winter. You promised on your stupid cat that you couldn’t live where there wasn’t snow…

He jumps onto the crystallized snow, his feet leaving large craters in the icy white, and he just walks. He smelled you. Marshmallows. The best thing he’s ever smelt. You are close. He knows it. Blowing out a long breath a large gust of wind stirs up more snow. He cracks his neck as he starts to trudge through what you called the most beautiful thing on earth. Fresh fallen snow. Purity. A new start.

He would find you. And you would be his.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you get on to your Mistletoe who perches on the counter beside you. Her judging green eyes watch you as you look out your kitchen window. Winter is getting worse. You thought you had chosen a place that snowed a lot, but this is different.

“I know what this means,” you are out here all alone. And with winter like this, you shouldn’t go outside and care for the animals. The very ones that were keeping you alive. “Missy, they’ll starve if I don’t.”

She snarls and hisses at you, looking out towards Steve’s cabin. “I can’t…we barely know him.”

Meow.

“I can’t go out in the snow even if I wanted to. Jack will find us. And judging by this storm that wasn’t on the radar…Missy, he’s close.”

Meow.

Mistletoe jumps down from the counter, and lifts her paw to scratch at the door. This cat is too smart for her own good. She wants to collect Steve. And you’re sure he doesn’t understand her way of communicating. You aren’t even sure you did, or if it’s because of your seclusion.

“What are you going to do, tell him to get his butt down here with Sugar Cookie, and we live in the cabin for the rest of the winter and make him sleep on the couch?” Missy stares at you, pawing at the door again.

You couldn’t stop looking up the road, waiting for him to come back down here to you. It is ridiculous how everyday you would hope for a visit from him. You enjoyed his company. He made you not feel so alone, while also it was nice to look at him. And he was funny. He was kind. He was everything you had always wanted.

His eyes. My goodness he had the sweetest eyes. His dog is very cute as well. And…

Mistletoe scratches at the air and lets out an angry hiss towards you. “You know I can’t go out in the snow, and I don’t know how to get in touch with Steve. He just shows up at the right time.”

She growls at you again, and you exhale loudly. “Fine,” walking over to the door, you give it a tug, letting her shimmy out. Her toned legs carry her directly towards Steve’s house. With a bit of a struggle, you close and lock the door immediately. Dropping the curtain.

Jack would want your Christmas to be miserable. Bitter and cold. Sighing, you start to close all the curtains around the house. If he couldn’t see you, he couldn’t find you. If you didn’t invite him in, he couldn’t get to you. There is enough stuff in the basement to keep you well fed. Steve had even stacked up firewood beside your heater, even more on the porch.

You didn’t talk about Jack. He just knew you were afraid of winter. And they were the same thing.

—

Steve jolts in his chair when he hears the tiny scratches, and even Sugar Cookie wiggles her entire body as she moves for the door waiting on her owner to open up. Mistletoe dashes in, meowing up at Steve. “Well, hello, you little bully. What can I do for you today?”

Circling Steve’s feet, she walks over to the door, looking back to the man, and Sugar Cookie joins in to look at him. “She’s not in trouble is she?” Mistletoe huffs, looking up at Steve. “So…is your mom just wanting me to visit? Clearly we need to exchange phone numbers. I don’t turn my phone off. Okay, okay,” he grins, grabbing for his phone and coat. Opening up the door to let both animals out, but Mistletoe stops.

Her ears twitch around, and her eyes look all around before she dashes down the road. “Sugar, let’s go, sweetheart. That cat never gets in a hurry.”

His feet slams into the snow as the wind whips around the odd trio. Beating the animals to the porch, he knocks quickly on the door, and it isn’t until Mistletoe lets out a blood curdling meow that you look up from the middle of the floor, “Missy?”

Walking to the door, you press your head against it. Fear courses through your veins after that sound, “Baby, are you alone?”

“Holly, it’s me.”

“Steve? She brought you? I’m being so rude,” you get an eerie feeling when you open the door. Inhaling deeply, just to be sure. No peppermint. You are safe, for now, “Thanks for tapping the snow off,” even if you hadn't known him long he always seems to remember your needs.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” You couldn’t deny your splotchy face and red rimmed eyes. But you don’t want to talk about it either. Steve would think you’re crazy. No one would ever understand your family dynamic. Instead you just shake your head, wiping away the stray tears on your face.

“I don’t want to force you, but you gotta give me something. Missy kinda scared me.”

“There’s a storm going on, and…it wasn’t on the radar, and I don’t want to be alone,” unannounced storms always meant Jack’s anger. He still hadn’t forgotten. He is still looking for you.

“Okay, you gotta couch,” even though his fingers are ice cold from outside, when he touches your arm, and pulls your body into his, it’s pure warmth. A coziness that feels like hot chocolate running down into your tummy. “I’ll leave the animals here. Let me get some more firewood loaded up, and clothes, and some extra food because I eat a lot. We’ll have a freeze-in, okay?”

“Did it smell like peppermint out there?” You hate that scent. It always meant Jack was near. He doesn’t laugh or look at you like you’re crazy. His smile softens as he hugs you again.

“No, let me get all that ready. The way this snow is coming down, I don’t have much time. I’m sure it’ll be piled all the way up to the windows. You stay here. Keep the doors locked, and breathe. When I come back, I’ll let you make some of your amazing soup while you tell me what’s really going on. I’ll even make brownies.”

You don’t want him to leave, and still understand why he needs to. Biting at your lip, you nod your head. “Don’t start cutting any vegetables until I get back, okay?”

“Okay,” he bundles himself up before heading towards the door again, “Steve, be careful, okay?”

“I will. You stay right here. Wood, more food, and clothes.”

“Toothbrush.”

“That, too. Stay warm,” he playfully demands before swiftly squeezing through the door.

“So, you gonna tell more about it?” You take a sip of your hot chocolate, your eyes staring blankly at Sugar Cookie and Mistletoe snuggling together by the door. Mistletoe always stayed close to the door in winter. Sometimes she’d hop into the bed with you, but she stood her guard by the main entrance. She is a smart kitty after all.

It had been so long since you fully got to snuggle with someone during your favorite time of year. You should be joyful, and instead you let your photography stop, you quit calling your parents, hell you left the most magical place in the world all because of Jack.

You now lived in so much isolation, you lost a bit of yourself. You turn your head away from Steve as you gaze at the curtains covering the big window in the living room. You loved snow. Loved to watch the tiny little snowflakes drift to the earth. You would have never had the curtains closed. You couldn’t even remember if Jack watched the snow with you.

So much of the good times were forgotten as his forever cold heart couldn’t take your glowing warmth. A joy that burned brightly in your soul like embers in a fire.

“You love and fear the winter,” he isn’t even asking. He hasn’t known you long, but he can see it. You nod your head, still keeping your head turned away from him. Having to wipe away a tear that didn’t want to stay put. “You don’t have to talk about it, Holly. I’m just trying to understand. We got a few days of being trapped in here.”

“You’re right,” sniffling, you turn to look back at the girls, as Steve sweetly calls them. They’re comfortable. Missy actually looks like she’s resting. “It’s hard being alone, and scared of winter, and still, I can’t leave.”

“An ex?” Of course Steve could sense that you were running and hiding from someone.

“Yeah,” you sigh, turning to fully look at Steve. “He wasn’t always bad. He’s different. Very powerful, and thrives this time of year. He became cold and unkind, and then possessive and obsessive, and…Steve, he wasn’t nice,” Steve looks away for a few seconds, his jaw clenching tight, and his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping the couch.

“Did…did he,” he takes a deep breath, finally looking at you. “Did he hurt you?”

“It’s complicated,” his hand moves towards you, and you have to look at Missy, and her lazy self is snoring with Sugar Cookie. She was comfortable with Steve. She never had this sense of comfort with Jack. “No, it is complicated. He just…he’s always trying to compete with my dad, and…”

“Did he hurt you?” .

“He’s out of my life though.”

“And you’re still hiding, and afraid to touch something that you love,” even though you can feel his anger, you don’t fear him like you did with Jack. Steve’s anger is protective, and it gives you this strange feeling of importance. He wanted to keep you safe.

“He’s very powerful. You don’t understand.”

There’s a moment drifting between you and Steve, and only the girls’ snores and the crackling of the fireplace can be heard. You aren’t even sure if you’re breathing anymore, just waiting on what he has to say. This is going to be awkward starting off with an argument.

“I want to understand, and I’ll listen whenever you want to explain it to me. For now, why don’t you tell me about your family. Your dad is still alive?” You love talking about your family. They are the best family, and you hate that you’re having to be away from them in any capacity. “What’s his name?”

“Kris. My mom’s name is Carol.”

“There’s that smile. The one you were too shy to share with me. Why do you love winter so much?”

Your body relaxes into the couch again. Finally a topic you didn’t mind talking about a bit more. You can’t say too much, some things you just have to ease into, and him knowing about your family is one of them. Maybe one day things could be different.

“People dread winter, but there’s so much beauty in it. We get Christmas, and the world freezes for a moment. It stops and slows down, and everyone with it. We learn to appreciate the more simple things in life. The world just rests, and we do, too. And if you’re lucky to get snow, it’s beautiful. It looks like glitter. Do you not like winter?” You ask, biting at your lip.

Steve hadn’t stopped smiling at you. With every word you said, you just lit up. You had a calmness about you as you spoke about why you loved your favorite season, instead of hating it. You are absolutely stunning. Breathtaking even.

“Steve, stop staring at me like that,” Missy peeks open her eyes, and then settles herself right on top of Sugar Cookie. Neither you or Steve notice anything outside this bubble you had created.

You fear that if you say anything else that the warmth inside the bubble would dissipate. You wanted to keep it forever. What is it about Steve that makes you want him closer to your body? So you scoot a tiny bit closer. Close enough that your knees brush against each other, and you feel his warmth.

“W-what is it that your father does?” He hiccups, still not breaking the gaze he has on you.

“He’s a delivery man of sorts.”

“Amazing,” he whispers out. His finger brushes back some of your baby hairs, and they tickle along the shell of your ear. “The hot chocolate. It’s…it’s amazing. And your life sounds incredible,” he didn’t even know the half of it.

“Thanks. I used to put peppermint in it. The smell makes me sick to my stomach now. What about your family?”

“They passed a long time ago. I don’t really like to talk about it. So explain to me, you love your home and your family, and you came here to hide from your ex?” Saying it out loud sounds silly. You’re sure your parents could help you out. In some ways, your dad was Jack’s boss. But did you want them to? Did you want them to know how Jack really was?

“What did you do?” Steve really wanted to change the subject away from his family. Hopefully one day you hope he will open up to you. Even though you had secrets concerning your family, you’re telling him enough for now.

“I take pictures. My social media did well. I focused on Christmas. Traveled to different places to see how they celebrated, and what they ate. What their traditions were. I love every aspect of Christmas. It’s in my blood. Like…kinda like it’s in my blood,” you correct quickly. Steve had that same dopey look on his face as before, and you aren’t sure what to make of it. But it makes you feel fuzzy, “What?”

“I love to hear you talk about your passions. So if you’re not on your social media, who is seeing your work?”

“No one.”

“Can I see?”

You hadn’t logged in for so long. It was a creative outlet for you. Everyone always admired your parents, never even realizing who you are. What you could do. You enjoyed it. “You don’t have to show me.”

It was time that you stopped being so scared. You could turn off locations on your phone, Jack could find you in other ways. Why did you allow him to control so much of your life? It was time. Especially now that you were no longer alone.

Sighing, you stand to go get your phone, feeling Steve’s eyes watching your back until you return. The lazy Missy didn’t even stir. Her comfort relaxes you even more. She trusts Steve. She trusts no one outside of your family.

Turning your phone on, you click on the app, and hand it over to him. Letting him browse through your photos and reels. Each second his smile gets larger. Spreading wide across his face, “The spirit of Christmas, huh?”

“It’s what my dad always called me. Said that my enthusiasm towards the holiday is what made everything so holly and jolly,” you giggle thinking about how winters held so much warmth when you were home.

“So,” he says, putting down your phone. “What are our holiday traditions going to be this year? You don’t even have a tree up,” why and how is this man so adorable? Saying all the right words. “I’m just saying, it is very close to Christmas. What about these cookies? Triple chocolate oatmeal cookies, we should make some for Santa.”

“They’re my dad’s favorite,” you haven’t smiled like this in so long. Even though a blizzard is happening outside, the cabin is so warm and cozy, and it has nothing to do with the fireplace. You didn’t feel so alone. And then his hand naturally lands on your thigh, and you lean into his touch. It feels like flurries stir around in your belly, but you don’t want to pull away.

There doesn’t seem to be this veil of awkwardness looming over the two of you, it just is, and it is so amazing. “Okay, so it is late. Tomorrow we put up a tree of sorts.”

“I have a fake one under my bed. I don’t like walking in the snow.”

“I could pick us one out, but it’s not the same if we’re not together. I think the fake one will be perfect this time. Maybe next year, you’ll be more comfortable venturing out into the snow?” You nod your head with a smile. You already feel more confident about winter. “So the cookies?”

“I always have the ingredients for those cookies,” you look over to your bedroom. You can’t even believer you’re thinking this, much less ready to say it out loud. Steve is such a large man, and this couch was kind of small. What kind of host would you be? You needed him and basically invited him into your home. He is keeping you safe, and you can’t make him think you don’t want to extend some hospitality, “I feel bad that there’s only one bed.”

“You have a comfy couch,” huffing out a laugh, you look towards the girls, and Missy and Sugar Cookie have their heads lifted up, staring at you. If you were a crazy person, you’d think they were encouraging you to invite him into your bed. But you’re not that crazy.

“I have a big bed, too. I mean, lots of blankets, and there could still be enough space between us, and,” both the cat and the dog lay their heads back down, pretending to sleep. Now you worry that you are going crazy, “You don’t have to stay on the couch.”

“I won’t sleep in your bed if you’re not comfortable.”

“I wouldn't have asked if I wasn’t comfortable. But before bed, maybe we can watch a movie or something, and you decide how you feel? It doesn’t have to feel weird. And if you want to sleep on the couch you can, and if you change your mind in the middle of the night, you can.”

“I think that sounds amazing. Only if Missy will let me sleep in the bed with you,” she doesn’t look when Steve says her name, just stretches out a bit more on Sugar Cookie. “Here’s to new traditions,” Steve says proudly with his mug held high.

“To new traditions, and new friendships,” friendship. Even if you wish it could be so much more. “Wait! A new picture for my grid!” You snap a photo of the two half-drunk mugs. Editing the photo in a way that you can’t see nothing but the wooden coffee table and mugs. Your parents will be shocked to see two.

To new traditions, and new friendships.

And you hope to forgetting your ex.

Jack’s hand shakes with fury, and he cracks his neck, screaming up into the frosty air as he slings his phone onto the ground. “Little bitch!” He screams. You are playing games with him. Friendships. Traditions. Traditions weren’t new. They were what you did every year.

He just can’t believe you would come back to social media with a stupid post like that. You were supposed to spend Christmas with him! Winter with him.

Jingle bells.

Why the hell could he hear jingle bells as his snowflakes float to the ground. There is a warm smell in the air…marshmallows mixed with cinnamon. Oh, he’s angry. Furious. You are spending time with someone that is not him. If you want to spend your time elsewhere, he’ll make sure that they can’t get to you ever again.

Wherever you are, you’ll be trapped all alone. And with your scent becoming more powerful, he is close. And he will find you. And you’ll be all snowed in. Just the way you belonged.

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A Snowflake Melts, Part 1

Summary: Your ex Jack O'Malley is an unscrupulous man. An excellent bounty hunter that comes alive in winter. He is winter. He terrifies you. Running away from him and your family, because even they couldn't keep you safe from the winter chill itself, you find yourself in a remote area. Living alone for almost a year when your new neighbor Steve Rogers arrives. He was curious instantly, and you were smitten just as quickly. Can you and Steve deny each other all winter long? And what will the other seasons bring? Will it bring you real true love?

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating: fluffy

Warnings:  none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.7K

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“And once the snow gets thicker, you’re not going to be able to get out easily. So make sure you’re fully stocked. Your neighbor is a bit of a recluse, but maybe if she’s feeling sorry for you, you know,” Steve Rogers’ eyes look down the road where his real estate agent was pointing. A giant silver and white cat stares at him with her piercing green eyes.

He’d almost think it was a statue if it wasn’t for her mane bellowing in the wind. “Sir?” The old real estate agent tries to get his attention. Waving a hand in front of his face. “Mr. Rogers? Do you understand, you could get stuck out here with no food?”

“Yes. Yes, of course,” Steve shakes his head, trying to get the cat’s piercing eyes out of his mind. “If the snow gets thick, I’m stuck, and I will starve without provisions. Got it. So who lives down the road?”

“Ehh, you should leave her alone. She’s self sufficient. Never leaves. Will get things delivered there. She shouldn’t be a problem,” Steve looks back towards the cat, and she tilts her head to the side before turning and walking down the road and to the neighbor. “That’s her cat. She looks more ferocious than she actually is.”

“Who is she?”

“Someone who wants to remain private and live off grid. Leave her be. You’ll have a nice time being all isolated out here. You didn’t come here for friends, and that’s good, she won’t be. There’s deep freezers in the basement. Make sure your generator is full of gas and that you have plenty of firewood. Might I suggest a pet? It gets lonely out here once you get trapped. And whatever you do,” the man pauses to glare at Steve as his attention is back on the winding road.

“Yeah, leave my neighbor alone. Got it. She’s just got a cat that stands and stares at me.”

“Mistletoe is harmless,” Steve curls his nose up as he looks at the old man. “Mistletoe, it’s the cat’s name,” he shrugs, starting to walk towards the edge of the porch, “She’s nice. Very protective of her owner. Have a nice day, Mr. Rogers, stock up.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve waves a hand, waiting until the man leaves before his curiosity is back towards that road. He didn’t know why, but he felt drawn to that road. Drawn towards the cat. “A pet, huh?” He sighs, looking at his secluded cabin. It’s what he needed. He didn’t want to be around people anymore. But winter is coming. Isolation sounds both amazing and terrifying.

With a final glance down the road, he stretches before grabbing up an ax. Firewood will be the best way to start the preparation. And who knows, maybe eventually see what the house down the road had to offer. It would get lonely. Surely there was a reason he was drawn to that crooked little road.

You peek out your door, giving a deep inhale before fully stepping out onto the porch. Your eyes dart around your settings as you waft the air around you. Pine. That was it. It offered up pleasant memories since you are out here all alone. Your precious little cat jumps up on the railing of the porch, and you curl your nose at her.

“You’ve been nosy, Missy. What’s up there?” Her eyes slowly blink before she mews at you. “A new neighbor, huh? A man?” Another mew, and you hear the loud bang of firewood. “A strong one. It’s not him, is it?”

Mistletoe lazily blinks her eyes before jumping down. Her furry feet carry her to the door, and you open it up to allow her into the house before you look up the road. You had hoped to spend another winter alone. Secluded and utterly alone. If you had people around you, you wouldn’t be as vigilant, and he would find you.

Even your father couldn’t stop Jack. And if he couldn’t, you don’t know who could. Jack could find anyone, and in winter he was in his element. Living somewhere tropical all year round just wasn’t an option, you needed a taste of home. Need to hear the crackle of a fireplace, and the foggy windows. You couldn’t fully give up a winter wonderland.

You need to smell the pines, and the fresh scent of snow. You need to feel the warmth of a fireplace, and you couldn’t leave Mistletoe behind. She needs the winter as well.

A neighbor. It was an odd concept. You didn’t think anyone would want to live out here, much less that shitty little cabin. Looking over at your animals, you know it’s time to stop playing around. Winter is coming, and you need to make sure that everything is settled. And everything was ready. You look forward to being holed up in your cabin with no one but Mistletoe, and the small little homestead you have created. Just the way you like it. Simple. Alone. And away from him.

Steve wipes the sweat off his brow, watching the light snowflakes start to lay on the cold ground. Winter was here. He was still oddly intrigued by the house at the end of the road. You never left. A few deliveries were made, but never you. He didn’t even know how old you were. What you looked like. Just knew that you had a curious cat named Mistletoe.

“No!” He scolds the fluffy cat who swats at Steve’s newest friend. “What did she do to you?” Mistletoe looks up at Steve, her eyes narrowing at him. “She’s just a puppy. Look at her,” she looks at the fast growing malamute puppy who just wags her tail at the cat.

“You came here to see us. She just wants to play,” the puppy leans forward, her haunches in the air, giving the cat a little bark. “You don’t play? You just came up here to spy?”

If cat’s could roll their eyes, this one did. Turning around and starting to walk back home. “Maybe I should follow you?” She spins around, hissing at Steve. “You do understand. Who is down there?”

Mistletoe’s body hunches up as she gets defensive. Spitting out her frustration at Steve, “I don’t want to hurt anyone. I just need to make sure she can make it through the winter. I’m talking to a cat. This is going to be a long year,” the fluffy cat starts to walk back down her road, but keeps her eyes focused on Steve. She didn’t trust easily. She learned her mistake.

“Eventually the snow will be too thick to walk in! What is she going to do with her animals?” He growls at himself. Feeling stupid for carrying on with a cat, and then he turns to his furry friend, “You don’t show as much human-like qualities as she does, Sugar Cookie. Come on, let’s get inside. I will make it down there one day. I need to see for myself.”

One day, Steve knew he was going to see it. It was like a beacon of light calling his name, and he needed to go down there. He needs to figure out who lives down there. And why he felt like he was being pulled down there. Maybe once the snow came.

Jack steps onto a frozen pond, and takes a deep breath. Finally it was his favorite time of year. The time of year when the wind nips at your nose, and snowflakes crystallize on the ground. A winter wonderland indeed.

He knows you wouldn’t travel too far from home. You would need winter just as much as he does. It’s why you belong together. One — or two fights and you just run away. Cut yourself off from your parents, and all that you had ever known. You wouldn’t ever do that.

You were the sweetest Holly Berry. Someone must have gotten into your head. You wouldn’t leave him. Of all people to leave behind, it would never be him! Your usual instagram account was still silent. You had made some likes, but no posts, and that pissed him off. He needs to see your face. He needs you. And you need him.

He could feel you growing weaker. The two of you were made for one another, and needed to revel in flurries. He just had to make you understand that. Your father did. He understood that there wasn’t a more perfect couple than you and him. The two of you had been born of the ice and snow.

And now he has to find you, all the while doing his job. You would run during winter, and just to annoy him. He was busy, and you wanted to be a little brat.

“Sir!” Some woman behind Jack screams, and he gives her a glance back. “Sir, the ice isn’t thick enough. It won’t hold you.”

Ugh. Mortals. Jack rolls his eyes as he squats down, placing a hand on the ice, he watches it thicken beneath him. Smiling at his reflection as frozen fractals bloom out from his fingers. Never giving another look back as he struts across the pond. He had a limited time to find you. Winter was never long enough for his liking.

Taking a long sniff into the air, he envisions your scent; melted marshmallows over hot chocolate, a dash of cinnamon, and just the tiniest hint of something he’s never quite placed. And nothing. He smells nothing. He’d find you and that meddlesome cat. She never did like him. He had plans for your little spy.

The smoke coming from your cabin looked a bit bare. Steve kept a watch on it, and it bothered him that your nosy little cat came up here less. But what bothers him most is he feels that you are rationing firewood. He looks at his woodpile, and has more than enough. Sugar Cookie was proving to be a great source of heat herself.

It would be cold, but he can handle it. Strapping on his winter clothes, he taps a leg, and the almost fully grown puppy bounces over to him, “You want to see your hissy friend?” Sugar Cookie gives him a quick lick to his face, bouncing around excitedly. “Alright, let's go. I’m going to guess we won’t be asked in, but we can’t let the old lady freeze to death.”

Gathering up some wood in a wheelbarrow he begins the short walk down the road, and to your cabin. You had made it a homestead so you didn’t have to leave. That either meant you were hiding, or you hated people. But out here all alone. Day after day. Steve is already going stir crazy.

You yawn, looking over at Mistletoe who sits right in front of the wood heater. “We’re conserving heat, Missy,” she lets out a groan, rolling over to her back. “Oh, hush. It’s not that cold in here. It’s,” looking up at the cabin before yours, you sigh. You had prepared plenty of food, and you could ask him. Bargain with some fruit preserves.

But then you’d have to speak to someone new. And who knew who he knew. Or who he would talk to. It was just better for you to stay hidden from everyone. Jack always got to people. It was part of his charm. It’s how you fell for him.

Mistletoe stiffens up, and jumps towards the window. Sitting on the edge as she watches a figure with firewood. Your body starts to shiver from more than the cold. Scared that now someone was coming into your space. Your chest heaves with anticipation, and your body freezes in fear.

Mistletoe’s paw taps on the window at Steve, and she hisses, hating him being here just as much. “Oh stop it,” he crows, walking up the steps to lay out the firewood. “I don’t need you two getting cold down here. Just bringing firewood. I got bored, and have plenty. Look, you little heathen, the puppy is massive now.”

His dog was huge. More fluff than anything, and you find yourself shuffling more into the shadows. He shouldn’t see you. “I don’t want to see your smoke looking pitiful anymore, Mistletoe. I need you and your mom to be fully heated. Okay?” You answer him, by nodding your head, knowing he couldn’t see you.

“Uhh…that should last a while,” he smiles at the cat. His curious eyes look around through the window with nothing to see. “Well, stay warm, you two. Let your mom know it was me that brought this, you mean ole thing. Come on Sugar, we’ll leave you two alone. Don’t…I mean no harm,” his sentence finishes in a whisper as he backs off your porch.

You dare to lean over a bit to catch a glimpse of him, and almost smile at what you see. No. You can’t trust people. Jack has sources everywhere. He’s handsome. Ruggishly so. And his dog’s name was Sugar Cookie, and she was the fluffiest angel. He is the first kind face you have seen since you came out here.

Biting at your lip, you look behind you. You had plenty of food in stockpile. Even more in the basement. He was kind. He brought you firewood. The stranger gets far enough away, and Missy paws at the door. She really was a sassy little thing.

“Oh, stop it,” you grouse, looking up the road to see his figure completely gone. “We have to thank him.”

Hiss.

“You can’t just take people’s generosity for granted. You’re the one that’s been watching him. Does he smell like Jack?” Cracking open the door, you let your nose stick out first, taking a big inhale. No peppermint. Pine. Just the snow covered pines. Definitely not Jack.

Feeling comfortable enough to open the door, you start to carry in the firewood, and add some to the fireplace. Winter won’t be as icy cold this year. But you still had to thank the man. He was kind, and you need to extend the favor. As long as the scent of peppermint never floated up your nostrils.

Mistletoe circles in between your legs as you smile at her. You didn’t know when the man would be back, but you had a feeling he would. He deserves a thank you for last time. And the return. Putting together a basket of food, you look down at your princess. “He seems nice. He did something nice, I repay him. That’s what I do.”

You sigh as you look over at your phone. You only turned it on to make the one call a week to your parents. Your social media has been completely abandoned. And here you are spending another Christmas alone. You should be able to celebrate somehow. And what is Christmas without giving?

“Stop it, Missy. This is how we show our thanks and kindness. Maybe he feels just as lonely as we do,” her fluffy body perks up, and she scrambles to the window. Giving the glass a few scratches before she looks at you. “Oh! I gotta get this out there. He doesn’t have to see me for me to be kind.”

Forgetting your precautions, you open the door quickly as the blistering cold rages into the cabin. You look out into the distant snow, and can see his figure approaching. His even bigger dog in front of him. She runs out in front, just to turn to look at him. She is adorable. You linger in the doorway, trying to get a good look at him without a window blocking your view.

Being up here was doing him good. Somehow he looked better than before. Even with his giant coat, you could tell he was a towering. He was a man. Down to the way he walks. Struts. Beautiful. A man.

You see his mouth turn up into a smile as he catches sight of you, and you close the door quickly locking it. Backing away as he approaches your porch with more firewood. “Didn’t know I was dealing with a little mouse,” there is humor in his tone.

“What’s this?” He huffs, walking onto the porch.

“A gift for you kindness,” your voice is hardly a whisper, but he nods, hearing it.

“I didn’t expect anything. Can’t have you freeze down here.”

“I’m used to the cold. He didn’t know who your parents were, or who your ex was. Cold was practically your middle name.

“So you’ve got chickens and cows?” Steve rummages through your basket, making note of all that was in there. “What if I brought you daily firewood?”

“It’s too cold for you to come daily, Mr?”

“Rogers. But call me Steve, and you are?”

Missy’s paw gives your leg a little tap. She’s no longer scared of him. There’s almost trust in her, “You can call me Holly.”

“Like a Holly berry, huh?” Just like a Holly berry. Your parents had a weird sense of naming you. And you carried it on with Mistletoe. “Why are you out here alone, Holly?”

“It’s safer his way. Steve, you should go home,” he lays his hand on your window, feeling the warmth from inside your cabin. “I’ll make sure you have plenty of food. Whatever you like. But it is cold.”

“I don’t think it’s as cold in there as it is out here. Do your animals need feeding?” You had fashioned a way to get to them without having to fully be outside. Jack would know if your feet were out in winter for too long. “I can help. There’s not much to do up top. I just don’t want you to be alone.”

“You don’t want me to be alone, or you don’t want yourself to be alone?”

“Does it really matter at this point?” It might not matter to him, but it did to you. Bringing him in during winter was far more dangerous for him than you. Jack always was a jealous type. “Surely you need someone to talk to besides your cat. I know I do.”

“I shouldn’t when there’s snow on the ground,” he hears the hesitance in your voice. Looking around your porch, he finds what he’s looking for, and grabs it up. Taking the shovel he carves a trail in front of your porch, making sure that there is no snow on the ground before he walks back to the door.

His forehead presses against your door, and Steve’s panting breaths make butterflies circle your stomach. “There’s a clear area with no snow.”

“Do you like hot chocolate, Steve?”

“I do,” Missy gives you a pitiful meow as she looks up at you. Padding over to the door, she paws it a moment.

“You’re crazy,” you whisper to her, and look at the door. “Don’t have any snow on your clothes. You can’t stay long. I’ll get a towel for the puppy,” you hand a large towel out the door. Opening it up just enough for your hand to stick out before you close the door again. Letting him get her clean before starting some fresh milk to steam.

He timidly knocks on your door, and you still a moment. You’ve never let anyone in since Jack. Looking at Missy, you wish she would give you a sign of no, but her green eyes look towards the door in anticipated excitement. Slowly you open the door, and let the most beautiful person you ever laid your eyes on walk through the door. His coat and boots are on the porch, and he lets the giant dog sneak through first.

Missy doesn’t even seem annoyed with her until she spots her bet with Sugar Cookie covering the entire bed with her body. “You can sit on the couch, Missy. You act like you even use that. Like you don’t lay in the bed with me.”

“Sugar’s a good companion at night. It’s colder in the bedroom, and she’s always hot,” he has a crooked smile, causing your cheeks to heat up. You feel like a little schoolgirl with the way you couldn’t stop smiling. “Should I lock the door?”

“Always lock the door,” Jack was a powerful man, but he couldn’t just walk in without being invited. “Why are you here?”

“I was tired of constantly fighting. I wanted some quiet, and the only way to get it was to move far away from everyone. Why are you here?”

“Reminds me of home, and I don’t smell peppermint here. Just pines. Makes things a bit more bearable. I hate peppermint,” his icy blue eyes follow you as you go back to the stove, preparing the perfect mug of hot chocolate. “You mean us no harm, right?”

“No. I mean no harm to you or your little tyrant. Why are you alone? Mistletoe doesn’t count.”

“I like being alone. If I’m found, he can’t hurt the people I love,” Steve’s eyebrow cocks up, and you shake your head. “I don’t want to talk about it. Whipped cream or marshmallows?”

“Can I have both?” With a giggle, you swirl on some whipped cream, and dot on a few marshmallows. “So can we be friends this winter?”

“How long do you plan on staying?”

“Oh, I’ll head back before it gets dark.”

“No, are you staying just through the winter?”

“I could stay longer now,” he gives you a smile as he sips on his mug. “I can’t stay places for too long when I’m alone. Even if I like it. I could stay longer with company here and there,” his eyes dart down to your kitty cat that hops up into his lap. “You finally like me, huh?”

She’s not making things easy. Missy was supposed to be your alarm, and yet she’s hugging up on Steve. Trusting him. “Traitor,” you whisper, and if cats could smile, Missy just did.

“I can take a hint. If you really want me to go I will. But I do think she likes me.”

“Only come down here when it’s not snowing, Steve. Snow is beautiful and dangerous,” he didn’t quite understand, but nods anyway. “And soon spring will be here, and the first snowflake will melt,” one day you wished to go back in the snow. Enjoy the quiet and peacefulness it brought.

Snow is a lot of things. Cold. Fun. Dangerous. Snow is Jack. And it was only a matter of time until he found you. So for now, you’re going to stay locked in, and enjoy the company of a handsome man, a fluffy cat, and an even fluffier dog.

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Every Other Weekend, Part 10

Summary:  FRIENDSGIVING

Pairings:  Jack O’Malley X Reader

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  language, drinking, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.2K

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“So Cal is coming over here before I leave?”

“Yes, baby,” you tell Finn as he hops down from the stool, walking up behind you to grab a few blocks of cheese.

“And I get to tell him my Christmas list?” He smiles, popping a piece of cheese in his mouth. “Can we have a dog here? Our last house we couldn’t.”

“Is that what you’re asking for from Cal? You know he knows Santa personally?” This was one of your favorite things every year.  Finn trying to figure out what he was going to ask Santa Cal to tell the real Santa Claus.  Cal made his Christmas wishes come true every year.

“That did not answer my question. I always get to ask for three things. If we can’t have a dog here, I’m not wasting an ask. So can we have a dog here?” He puts another block of cheese in his mouth, grabbing up some grapes, and you boop his nose. “Mom! I want a dog.”

“And you need to quit eating Cal’s cheese.”

“He’ll let me. Can I stay this year?” You shake your head no, laughing when he throws his head back, “It’s because you got the beer in the fridge, huh?  The one in the garage?”

“We can have dogs at this house, now go make sure you have clothes packed to stay at Gramma and Grampa’s.”

“You’re ignoring the beer comment,” you give him a little swat to his butt, pushing him towards the stairs as Jack walks out of the bathroom with his shirt undone, and you spin to return to the boards.

“Does this shirt look okay?” He asks with a smirk. He knew exactly what he was doing. You had been married to him long enough to know he was trying to make you thirsty, and he was succeeding. “Thanks for letting me use the shower here. It’s just easier. You didn’t want this shirt to sleep in did you?”

“Shut up,” you snort. You are too concerned in making Cal’s charcuterie boards perfect. At least it gave you a distraction.  Because Jack looked amazing.  Things seemed almost like a normal family.  Sending you son upstairs, while your hot husband was finishing getting dressed out of the bedroom, just so you could see his stomach.

“So which shirts do you prefer to sleep in?”

“The ones that aren’t on your body. Go on, and help Finn pack up.”

“So where am I sleeping tonight? There’s not enough beds…”

“Jack!” You giggle, finally turning around to look at him. My god, he was handsome. Too sexy for his own good. “Finn!”

“I’m just saying. If the giant and his girlfriend are staying, we’re really limited to sleeping arrangements. Unless Cal and TJ sleep together. Cal can be the big spoon,” Jack was enjoying your minor misery.  Flirting with you, while you ignored all his questions about where he was going to sleep.  He knew he was going to end up in your bed, even if nothing else happened.

“TJ prefers to be the big spoon. Go help our son,” he was just the right amount of infuriating that made you want to sling him to the floor and have your way with him, but you were not going to let your hormones and the fact that you really really wanted sex decide your fate.

You already had a date set for Frank. And you couldn’t possibly cancel it because you had no self control and needed to fuck something. No. You had pride and dignity, and were definitely not going to have sex with your estranged husband, no matter how tipsy you got. Never. Nope.

Finn jumps into Cal’s arms, and plays with his Santa hat for a moment. Letting his uncle walk him over to the recliner, “I know what time it is, squirt. So, you tell ole Santa Cal what it is you’re wanting.”

He looks over at you, needing to clarify that he could have a dog in this house, “You’re sure about that? What I asked you earlier,” giving him a quiet yes, he shoos you out of the living room, “Go outside with dad to check on the fire pit.”

Rolling your eyes, you go to ‘assist’ Jack with the fire, and he was just standing there looking at you, “He kicked you out, too?”

“He says it’s bad luck if we hear what he wants. That by some weird magical way, Cal has the ability to talk to Santa.”

Jack throws some wood into the pit before sitting down in an Adirondack chair, “How’s Christmas going to work?”

“I want you here with us,” there was no hesitation in your answer. Jack deserved to be with Finn. And Finn deserved to wake up Christmas morning with both his parents.

“Are we sleeping in the same bed?”

“I don’t know,” you look him over, not sure if he meant Christmas or tonight, but the answer would still be the same. “I’m not ready to push you out of my life. This — this is what I always loved about us. We could always be friends.”

“Yeah, we never started out as friends.”

“We started off as fuck buddies. But along the way, I think we became friends.”

Jack looks back into the house, only seeing a tiny bit of Finn talking to Cal about what he wanted for Christmas. It was the same thing every year. They sat in the same seat. He would kick you and Jack out. And somehow, no matter how impossible it seemed, Finn always got exactly what he wanted. Everything was perfectly what he said.  And so brought on the Christmas tradition of Santa Cal.  Finn took his three items very seriously.  Sometimes they weren’t even tangible items.  Sometimes it was a vacation.  But he always got what he wanted.  And this year, he was putting it to the test.

“And along the way we also drifted apart. I can’t apologize enough.”

“I wish you would.”

His eyes roll up from the fire, looking at you, “When you forgive me.”

“I do.”

“So…I can move back in?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Why not? You still got that stupid app?” You shake your head, struggling to look at Jack, while you think of the words to say. “Why can’t it be simple?”

“Do you know how much I love you? How much I crave you? How much that I desperately try to deny you?” He shakes his head slowly, losing eye contact with you. “I’m protecting myself right now. We’re in a good place. I’m not saying never Jack. I’m saying that I lost me. It took me going on these stupid dates to realize how much I missed me. How much I missed being carefree and having fun with my partner. Missed just the raw passion and lust with him. Missed that danger. Missed having fun with our son. I’ll admit some of these dates were so fucking stupid. And I knew before I even went out with them it wasn’t going to be anything. But I need a partner. I want more kids. And…”

“So do I!” You shake your head no, starting to get up, but he stands, and leans over your chair, “I do. Can you not admit that when you were begging for a baby that we didn’t need one? I’ve always been so scared of screwing a kid up. Finn wasn’t planned. I didn’t have time to think.”

“And look at him. When was the last time you really looked at our son? Jack, he is who is because of me and you. I don’t know what we did to deserve him, but I’m thankful we have that boy in our lives.  He’s kept me sane when there were times I just wanted to lay in the tub and never wake up.  But that boy is all Jackson O’Malley, he kept me going.”

“You’re saying there’s a chance for us?”

“Of course there is.  I know you’ve felt it too, but…I can’t have you do what you did again.  You have to earn my trust again, so right now, that’s what I’m doing.  If I didn’t think there was a chance, you wouldn’t be here all these nights.  You know all I have ever wanted was for our marriage to survive.  And when you checked out, and I saw her again, it felt like you were the one that gave up on us.  That hurt.  And if we’re going to do this, I have to trust you.  There’s always going to be another Robyn, but how are you going to react to that kind of attention?  That’s what changes this scenario.”

“There’s never been someone like that for you?” You shake your head no, crossing your arms over your chest.  He steps closer, holding you tightly, and swaying you by the fire pit heat, “I’m sorry.  I never deserved your love.”

“But I wanted to give it to you.  Jack, you deserve the world, but you have to realize that you do.  I can’t constantly stroke your ego.  Sometimes you have to be the one to be my hype man, too.  We’re both gonna have to get better at communicating if this is what we want to do.”

“Finny, what do you want ole Santa Claus to bring you this year?” Cal finally asks when you and Jack start to walk outside.  Finn looks back at the two of you, just to make sure you were out of ear shot, when he looks at Cal.

“So, three gifts.  One I know you can do for me, and I want a schnauzer.  Not the mini one and not the giant.  Mom said we can have dogs in this house, and I’m lonely.  Speaking of which,” he glances back outside, seeing the two of you talking, and even Jack hugging you, “I want him back.”

“Who?” Cal clears his throat, he knows exactly who, but there was something so awkward about promising that you two would be back together.  

“Dad.  He comes here a lot, and he’s been sleeping here.  And in the bed with mom and me, and I’m not allowed to be in my own bed.  It’s kinda weird, but…they’re still not like they used to be.  They’re still not kissing, and that’s the most I’ve seen them touch.  I just want my dad and mom happy and together again.  I know that’s not going to be easy to get for me.  But I want them back together.  By Christmas.”

“Finn…”

“I know.  I know, it’s not that you don’t want to do that, but it’s their decision,” his eyes flick to the door to see Jack’s mom walk through, and he leans up to Cal’s ear whispering his third Christmas gift, before pulling back with a smile, “Do you think that’s possible?”

“I think you could definitely get the dog.”

“The schnauzer!”

“Yes, the bearded dog.  You sure you don’t want to ask for something else.  I would hate for you to waste your Christmas list,” Finn looks up at Cal pouting, his eyes growing misty as he tries not to cry, “Finn, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“You don’t think it’ll happen?”

“Buddy, I think it could happen.  I think that they are people who love each other, and they’re learning to trust and find that love again.  But Christmas is only a few weeks away.  And…”

“How about you, me, and TJ work on getting them back?  I know they have it in them.  And then everything else will fall into place, right?” Cal grimaces, but nods his head.  “We can do it!  Make sure to play that one song.”

“What song?”

“Please, Come Home for Christmas.  That’s mom’s favorite song to dance to with dad at Christmas.  She always worried he was going to be working on Christmas, and we’d wait by the window until he came home, and then they’d dance together.  It’s her song.  Just trust me.  Now, I gotta go to my Gramma’s.  Remember, schnauzer, parents together, and,” he pushes his finger up against Cal’s nose, and Cal returns the gesture.  Letting the little boy hop out of his lap, and head towards TJ to tell him hello and goodbye while his Gramma goes outside to you and Jack.

“It’s a bit confusing to your son isn’t it?” His mom glares at the both of you, and you pull out of his embrace.  “I understand what you two are doing, but it shouldn’t be done in front of him.”

“Mom, it’s nothing.”

“If you would have waited a bit longer in your marriage to have children, maybe this wouldn’t have happened, and I would have another grandchild.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna let you handle this one, Jack,” you say, stepping into the house, and capturing Finn before he could go outside.  You didn’t want to be the one to talk to Jack’s mom and tell her the truth.  It was past time for her grown son to do just that.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means we got married because she was pregnant,” his mother scoffs, turning to walk away, but he grabs her arm, “I don’t like the way you talk to her.  She’s not your enemy.  She’s not my enemy.  That woman chose to marry me because she was pregnant, and I was too chicken shit to tell you that we had been screwing around nonstop for two months.  Yeah, you’re perfect baby boy was getting it on with her, and stopped using protection.  She didn’t have to marry me, and get in your good graces.  Do the math.  You really think Finn was born that early?”

“I never,” she huffs.  “You are a liar.”

“Yeah.  I know.  I lied about a lot of things.  I hide so much shit because I was trying to be perfect for this image you created in your head.  God, I’m a screw up.  I was sleeping with different women every weekend, until her.  So yeah, I’m a terrible person, but that woman, she’s the last person I’ve ever had sex with, and I’d like to keep it that way.  So if you could hold off on your hatred for her, that would be great.”

“She’s the one that filed for divorce.”

“So?  You loved her when we were married.  Told me I did a good job finding a wife and mother to my kids.  Don’t hate her because she did what she had to.  I deserved her to file.  You have no idea, because I don’t tell you.  I don’t want you in our marriage.  We’re working through it.  And even if we don’t, she’s still Finn’s mom, and you will respect her.”

“I’m proud of you, son.  You finally stepped up and learned to be a man.  Now, I would appreciate it even more if you could fix this.  Yes, I do like her.  I love her for you and for my grandson, and I want more,” Jack furrows his brows looking at his mother.  “I’m supposed to be critical of her.  She’s not me.”

“Exactly.  I didn’t want to marry you.”

“What I mean is, we’re two different people, and I recognize that.  Yes, I’m angry that you two are idiots and are great together, so fix it.”

“I’m trying,” Jack pouts.  “Now, I’m going to say goodbye to my son, and we’ll pick him up tomorrow.  Remember, he stays right with you.  I don’t care if you have to put him on a blow up in the floor, or just a sleeping bag.  He stays with you.”

“You had a good one, and found another crazy one.  You attract the crazy women.”

“You know why you’re my favorite?” Cal stuffs a few cheeses in his mouth, before he chugs on some beer, holding it up to cheers you again, “Because of this.  You feed me well, and since we’re celebrating friendship, and what we want for Christmas, I want snack boxes again.”

“Fine, fine,” you cheers him again, before taking a swig.  Swallowing it quickly when the doorbell rings, “Oh!  That’s Sy and Chelsea.  You can all meet them properly,” walking over to the door, you open it up with a smile, giving each of them a hug, and showing them to the kitchen.

“Make yourself at home.  There’s plenty of beer, Jack just got some more.  There’s wine, and there’s a liquor cabinet.  TJ is quite the bartender.  What do you want,” Sy tells you a beer, and you point him in the direction of the fridge, and look at Chelsea, but she shakes her head no, “You don’t drink?  Or nothing tickles your fancy.”

Her hand rubs over her stomach a bit, and you squeal, racing over to hug her, while all the men stare at the two of you confused, “I have never heard her make that noise.”

“Really?” Cal looks over at Jack, “Like…never even…well, during sex?”

“No!”

“That’s girl talk, guys.  They are in their natural habitat.  Big guy are you and the girlfriend expecting?” TJ slaps on Sy’s arm, and he nods his head.  TJ spots a gleam on her finger, and gets excited, “An engagement and a baby.  You work fast, huh?”

“We’d dated for a few years.  Got engaged, and that little nugget was an accident,” you rub over her belly, swearing that you could feel the tiny little flutters of her tiny little babe, but of course you don’t.  You were just happy for her and Sy.  Getting screamy again when she shows you her ring finger.

“I’m finding this very weird for me.  Did she do that in high school?” Jack asks TJ, and he answers with a yes.  “I’ve never heard her do that.”

“She’s literally been around us for eight years.  That’s a girl thing.  You wouldn’t have heard it.  I’m glad I don’t have to be her girlfriend anymore.  Music!  Jack!  Turn it up.  I’m getting a buzz, and I just want to get shitfaced and pass out on that couch, it’s been a long week.”

Cal races into the living room, casually adding some dance music on for a moment.  Let you dance around with anyone that would come up to you.  Letting song after song be more fun and upbeat before he puts on your song, and you seek Jack out.  Walking up to him slowly, the two of you grab hold of each other.  

It was a moment where the few that were at your home back away from the two of you. Sy dances with Chelsea, but Cal and TJ walk out of the living room, but they’re eyes linger on you.  Chelsea smiles, before looking up at her giant man.  She liked how you and her were connected now.  She needed a girlfriend, and it seemed you did, too.

“I wonder if they realize they’re finally dating,” TJ says, biting some Brie and pepper jelly.

“What?” Cal scoots the whole board over to himself, putting whatever his fingers touch into his mouth. “What does that mean?”

“Look, I don’t know how long you’ve known Jack, but I’ve known that woman most of my life. She jumps from sex to relationship immediately. She doesn’t date. She’s been dating. Dating around, including with Jack. They have dinner together. He stays the night. They were grocery shopping together yesterday. Now look at them.”

You were completely absorbed in Jack. Pushing aside everything that had happened for just those two minutes and fifty-five seconds that the song was playing. You feel peace for just a moment. Loved for the first time in a long time. Comfortable enough to lay your head on his chest, and his chin rests on your head. No space was between the two of you.

“They’re actually falling in love this time. I know she has a date planned, but I think it’s just this final moment to prove to herself that she can find the ‘perfect man’ and he ticks off all her boxes, but he’s not Jack. Before their love was raw and almost volatile. They lost sight of why they were worth it. They had these moments of sweetness, but it was just a constant going and moving.”

“My boy is finally falling in love,” Cal agrees, eating a candied pecan. “So here’s the deal, that’s what Finn wants for Christmas. Those two together, and a dog…”

“His mom checked the computer history. He wants a standard schnauzer. Black. We’ve been looking. What’s the third gift?”

“It’s a bit trickier. And no way it can be pulled off for Christmas,” TJ pours a glass of wine, settling in on stool. The song had ended, but you and Jack were still in a trance, and TJ was ready for something juicy.

“Do tell. He doesn’t know about Robyn, so I doubt he would care that she was in fact fired, and arrested at work. Stupid cunt. What does our little godson want?”

“It can’t be pulled off before Christmas. It’s impossible.”

“Cal! You are Santa Cal, I need details. This is how we pull off his list. We four work together. By the way how’s Shonda?”

“Not getting introduced to these idiots yet. How’s Adam?” TJ just shrugs. Leaning in even closer to get Finn’s final Christmas ask, and then gasps when he hears what Cal tells him. “See?”

“We can’t do that before Christmas.”

“Do you think we could do that on Christmas?”

“Eww,” TJ retches. “I don’t know. Talk to Santa about that. I want no part of that. If you’ll excuse me, our two wayward friends need a drink. If they lose their buzz they might not make it in the same bed tonight. They sleep together by the way.”

“With Finn in between them. TJ! You can not be serious.”

TJ grabs out two bottles of beer, popping their tops off and bows to Cal, “Why not? It’s not like they haven’t done it before.”

“No! They’re dating. She’s learning the art of dating without sex. He’s learning that there’s more to sex besides the physical.  I vote for you to sleep in between them.”

“I’m good.  I want that couch.”

“I thought we were going to cuddle?” TJ gives him an eye roll, before walking into the living room to give you and Jack a refill. He didn’t know what the night could bring. Other than you were very comfortable in Jack’s arms.

“Come on,” Jack nearly carries your body in the bedroom. Letting you fall on the bed, and he starts undressing you.

“I don’t wanna have sex,” you hiccup.

“I know. We’re not having sex. I’m getting you ready for bed. Lay back down,” he gives your chest the tiniest of pushes, and you fall back on the bed, splayed out watching the ceiling fan.

“I don’t want you to leave this bed though.”

“I won’t, Sharkie,” your drunk dopey smile is still one of his favorites. You allowed yourself at least this night to get as drunk as you wanted, and he always looked forward to this night. You trusted and relied on him. You let him take care of you. He heads to the closet, but you clear your throat.

“Just give me that shirt,” you point up at him. Taking off your shirt and bra, and discarding them into the floor, while you hold out your hand for the shirt on his back.

Jack bites his tongue, because now you were just in your lace panties, and he was having to strip out of the button up. Stepping up to put it on you, but you don’t let him button it up higher. Just crawl under the covers. Giving his side of the bed a tap. Reminding yourself you didn’t want to have sex. You wanted him. Just like he was.

Taking off his pants and being in nothing but his boxers, and he just crashes on the bed. You fight the need to snuggle into him. It seems wrong with a date coming up with Frank. But you both knew that neither of you were exclusive. Jack sighs, tired of waiting on you to come to him, and he rolls over, throwing an arm over you, “Go to sleep. We’ll have brunch delivered in the morning,” his voice was raspy and sexy. No! No sex.

“Shh,” his voice was right at your ear. “Sleep. I’m not going anywhere,” that was enough for you. Wiggling around, you get more comfortable, and hold onto him. He was always so warm, and you were always so cold. Even though he hissed a bit at your cold feet rubbing on his legs, he didn’t protest, just lays there until you get comfortable.

This is what you missed with the beginning of yours and Jack’s relationship. It was hot and heavy from night one. You didn’t separate, unless you were going to work. Only to get back to one of your homes and start at it again. But this being soft and sweet was something you didn’t realize you craved from him. Jack really could do it all. But was he still the one for you?

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Every Other Weekend, Part 7

Summary:  And then there was Jax Teller

Pairings:  Jack O’Malley X Reader, Jax Teller X Reader

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  language, safe sex talk, arrest, car chase, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  6K

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“Dad!” Finn says from across the table, still laughing a bit, “And then, Brody, he blocked the shot.  Not everyone saw it, but I got to witness it first hand, and it was awesome,” Jack gives a big smile to Finn, reaching over to rustle his hair, and your son looks over at you with a smile.  “Dinner is delicious, isn’t it dad?”

“Your mom is always a good cook,” he answers immediately.  You thank him, taking a bite of your food.  “Finny, make sure you eat your broccoli.  It’s not that bad.”

“Can you stay the night?” You clear your throat, giving a quick kick to Jack, who looks at Finn unsure of what to say.

“I can, um…well, I can…why don’t we watch a movie until you fall asleep?”

“And then you sneak out?”

“Finn, your dad isn’t sneaking out.  He’s going to his apartment.  Finish your food, and both of you put your things in the dishwasher.  The kitchen is already cleaned up.  So don’t make a mess, but I’m going to take a shower,” Jack says your name quietly, but you shake your head no.  Grabbing your phone off the counter when you go into your room.

Taking a deep breath, and rubbing your hand on your neck.  Things were far too comfortable.  You enjoyed Jack coming over more nights for dinner, but you wondered if it was giving Finn the wrong impression.  It seemed like as of late all you did was make mistakes.

You look at your phone, and smile at the recent selfie from Frank, “Do you think you’ll remarry?” You text him, and throw your phone on the bed, a bit disgruntled that you even sent that.  

He responds immediately, and you clamor to grab up the phone, Yes.  Do you want more kids?

Yes.  At least one more, but preferably more.

I’m glad we’ve moved past our likes and dislikes, and we can get into the things that really matter.  Now, have you always wanted to stay here?

Oh, he was good.  Of all the times that you had Frank had been talking, it was casual.  Never deep enough to get to the point that it went into the future, and what you wanted.  But he wanted to get married.  And you told him you wanted more kids.

I’ve always wanted three or four total kids.  

You smile looking at your phone, sending him a quick photo of yourself and telling him that was a good number.  Finn runs upstairs to his room, while a shadow looms outside of the bedroom.  It didn’t take a genius to figure out who it was.  “What do you want Jack?”

“Uh, I don’t know.  Maybe to get a few clothes,” he was hiding what he felt, and that was evident to even you.  You weren’t playing games with Jack anymore.  If he had something to say, you would let him say it.  Opening up the door, he smiles walking into the closet, and thankfully doesn’t make a comment about a few of his shirts in the hamper.

“Don’t take that one,” you blurt out as he pulls a hoodie down.  “I’m quite fond of that one.”

“Is this one okay?” He asks, and you grimace.  “Which of my clothes can I take?”

“Jack, this doesn’t have to be so hard.”

“I came in here to take a few things to my apartment.  You’re the one refusing me my clothes.  So tell me what I can get,” if he didn't have that cocky little smile, you would worry that he was being an ass, but with a huff, you walk into the closet with him pulling out a few things that you were willing to part with.

His hand flicks out and touches your thigh, but you keep moving.  Trying to reach up higher to get some of his lounge pants, but couldn’t reach.  “Here,” he says, stepping behind you to lift you up.  It would have been easier for him to reach it himself.  But any excuse to touch you was fine by him.

“Where’s Finn,” you ask, smoothing out your shirt.

“I told him to take a bath.  Your water wasn’t running,” you go and grab up a duffle bag, folding his clothes in there neatly.  “About the other night.”

“It’s not a big deal.  We were married for eight years…”

“We’re still married.”

“What I mean, is sometimes you just react.  It’s fine,” you lie.  You can’t let yourself be vulnerable with him anymore.  You were tired of giving and giving, while he was void of any deep emotions.  You knew that Jack loved you and Finn, you just never heard him say he did often.

“Oh, um…yeah,” he sighs, grabbing another shirt that you had fully intended sleeping in, but you ignore it.  “I think you got the wrong impression.”

“What impression?  That we were about to have sex in a club bathroom stall?  Wouldn’t have been the first time.”

“See, I’m trying to have a serious conversation, okay?  You’re not just flesh to me,” you furrow your brow, looking at him oddly.  “What I mean, I didn’t just want to have sex at the club with you.  That kiss…”

“Jack, we don’t have to do this.  We can continue to go on and…”

“No.  You listen.  I know that you think that all you’ve been for me has been sexual.  That even when I was…you know,” you glare at him.  He couldn’t even say her name.  Couldn’t be blatantly honest, because it painted him as the bad guy.  “When I was choosing to spend my time talking to another woman instead of you,” that came as a shock.  Jack never admitted fault.

“And I would come home late, barely even wake you up, before I was checking to see if you were wet.  If you weren’t I was grabbing lube out of the draw.  Yeah, I screwed up.  I had no emotional connection with you during that time, and I was just…I used you for sex.  You were always right there on our bed.  And you never even complained, you just took it.  I’m sorry.  But that’s not what I wanted that night.  There was….did you feel the sparks?  It was like the first years all over again.”

You wipe at your cheeks, finally getting validation for your feelings during the time that Jack was doing whatever the hell he was doing.  He finally fessed up to it, “You never slept with her?”

“No.  I never kissed that woman.  Have you checked the phone records?  I haven’t even talked to her.”

“For three whole weeks.  That’s progress,” you didn’t want to be short and sarcastic with him, but dammit, him and that woman ruined your relationship.  You were bitter when it concerned their relationship.

“I know.  And I know what you’re doing with the dating.”

“What exactly am I doing, Jack?  I want to know what you think I am doing.”

“Nick?  Dean?  You’re getting with people that you know will get back to me. You’re hurting me because I hurt you.”

An annoyed laugh escapes your mouth, and you put your hands on your temples trying to find the best way to respond, “I didn’t choose Dean.  He asked me out.”

“At our son’s school.  You think that it wouldn’t get back to me?  And Nick Fowler, damn, could you have chosen a bigger asshole?  He fucking sniffed his damn lips that whole first day from being with you.  Sucked on his fingers because they tasted like you.”

“You finished?” You knew there was only a few minutes before Finn would be done with bathing, and coming back down the stairs to watch a movie with Jack, but you had to get this off your chest.  “Dean reminded me how simple love can be.  It’s not about these big strong gestures.  It’s simply spending time with someone.  Nick reminded me what it was like to be put first.  To use sex as something more than you getting off.  Sex is a way to connect with someone.  And before you ask, I have no damn intention of dating either one of them.  Hell, in hindsight, Nick was a very bad idea.  Dean…well, he was more involved in that than I was.”

And neither one of them was Jack.  The man that was standing in front of you that pissed you off more lately than anything.  They were not him.  They didn’t care about your son.  You didn’t care about them.  Not like that.  You weren’t sure if you could ever be fully available to another man emotionally like you were with Jack.  In ways, he had ruined you for other men.  

“Just…”

“Jack, I’m tired.  I can’t be that person for you.”

“Ever?”

“Right now.  I’m not changing my mind on the divorce.  I lost myself with you,” you shrug, starting to walk towards the bathroom.  “I gotta find myself again.  Just like you did.  You see all that you’re losing now, but I can’t have you in this relationship only for you to long for something else four years from now.  I wanted you.  I did what I had to do to keep our relationship, outside of sex, alive.  You were checked out that whole time.  You just knew that I was eventually going to take you back.  So you only put a smidgen of effort in the therapy.  You kept talking to that woman, and was coming into our home, and fucking me, then leaving early in the morning.  Instead of her being your dirty little secret, I was.  Because let's face it, you even admitted it, you didn’t even bother with foreplay.  You’d just soak my cunt with lube, before you were jamming your dick in me.  And you wonder why I felt like sex was all we had.”

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly.  “I really am.  That’s all on me.  But…I’m here, and I’m not ready to give up on us or our family.  I know it’s gonna take more than that.  I know that you’re pissed off at me, and you have every right to be.  You’re affording me extra time with our son. Letting me come here and have dinner as a family.  You’re still giving me more than I deserve.  But I am sorry.”

“Thank you,” you whisper.  Not daring to say another word, before you lock yourself into the bathroom.  Waiting until your bedroom door closes once more, and you go back for your phone.  Giving yourself one more chance to match with someone before you see where you and Frank could be headed towards.

Clicking on the first man that you find attractive before you wash it all away.  Letting the hot water scald your skin and you try not to think.  You want to believe Jack.  Wanted to think that he could really be telling the truth this time, but it terrified you.  You weren’t even sure that you were ready for that.  Did you know enough about yourself to forget the past and move on?  But something told you three weeks and a passionate kiss just wasn’t enough to prove to you he had changed.  No matter what you believed.  And you wanted to believe him.  

“Please, tell me you didn’t tell that man where you live,” you look up at TJ shaking your head no.  “So…where did you find this one?”

“That stupid app.  I’m meeting him at the mall.  Do you have a problem with him?”

“He’s smoking in the picture.  You hate cigarettes, and he just looks like bad news.  What happened to Frank?  We like Frank.  Frank sends you nudes.”

“Ugh,” you start, walking past TJ to grab up your coat.  TJ meant well, but he was being too judgey right now.  “Frank and I are still talking.  But…I don’t know if I’m ready for Frank.  And those aren’t nudes.  Frank was covered.  His boxers were just very very low,” you turn your phone around to show him that he was indeed covered.  Grabbing at some boots to put on.  

“Why aren’t you ready for Frank?” You shrug, tying up your boots, and start to change the subject.  “No!  I know what you’re doing.  We’ve been friends forever, remember?  No, you’re trying to ignore what I asked you.  Why aren’t you ready for Frank what happened?”

“Jack O’Malley happened.”

“What does that mean?”

“We had dinner,” TJ squeals, but you shake your head.  “It was with Finn.  It wasn’t that serious.  And then it was.  He apologized.  He admitted what he was doing with that woman was wrong.”

“But?” He stands in front of you, resting his hands on your hips, trying to get you to smile, but you look away.  Grabbing your keys, “Why are you being so damn stubborn when it comes to Jack?”

“Because I love him, and he has the ability to do that to me again.  She works at the DA’s office, so it’s not like he can completely avoid her.  I’m afraid that if I give myself to Jack right, before I have discovered me as a woman, outside of his wife, and outside of Finn’s mom, and he does that again, I’ll never recover.  I gave everything to Jack.  And I’m not punishing him!”

“No, you’re punishing yourself.  Tell me, why this guy?  Greasy, smokes, leather, and he rides a bike.  Why him?” You shrug, walking out the door with him.  “You want me to tell you what I think?  I think you enjoy that bad boy side that Jack has.  He likes to drink at Irish pubs, he plays pool, he can have a filthy fucking mouth, and he fucks you like his dirty little whore.  But sweetheart, this man, he’s all bad boy.  Jack has the bad boy vibe with a good guy heart.  This one looks like…trouble.”

“Quit judging him by the way he looks.  He’s hot, no?” TJ nods his head, undenying the man was hot.  “It’s one date.”

“Yeah, only Dean has been able to get past the first date,” you lean over smacking at his leg.  “And I have a date with some cute man that I met at the club.  So are we meeting back at the mall later?”

“Yes.  If you want to stay you can.”

“You’re trying to make an excuse not to bring the bad boy home with you, aren’t you?”

“Yep.”

“You’re dooming this relationship before it starts.  Why are you so incessant about the one date?”

“I want to ride on the back of a Harley with a hot man.  Is that wrong?” He holds up a condom, giving you a smile, “Do you have a stash of condoms everywhere?”

“Yes.  Safety first.  Wrap it before you tap it.  Put on your raincoat.  The last man you had unprotected sex with you ended up married and pregnant.  But sometimes you get something you can’t wash away.  So here, take this.  Just in case, but keep it in your pants.  Aren’t you glad you had it with the DJ?  I was hoping you would have used it on that cop you were dancing with,” pulling into a parking spot, you throw your head back on the seat, whining.  “Was the kiss at least good?”

“It was amazing.  But I need to fully trust Jack before I let him back in, and I don’t right now.  And I don’t want to complicate it with sex, because my heart is in my vagina.  You sleep with me, and I start catching feelings.”

“Nick?  Dean?  The DJ?”

“Dean was a been there done that.  Nick was a one time weekend thing, he was never going to stay around.  And Mickey I don’t even know his last name.  So there’s that.  TJ be safe, and text me if you need me.”

“You be safe.  And just say that you need to get some sprinkle donuts, and I know that this is a code red, and I need to get you out of there.”

“Yes, because you know karate and can shoot a gun,” you smirk, getting out of the vehicle.  You were sure it was going to take a minute before Jax had got there.  You remind TJ that he’s on your gps app just to give him a peace of mind, and kiss him on the cheek goodbye.  Waiting outside and away from your car, because TJ warned you to be cautious with men like Jax.

Little did you know he had already gone snooping through his socials.  Holding onto information just in case.  Ready to alert Jack of everything.  Jack however also had his eye on Jax for very different reasons.  

The tall blonde pulls his motorcycle right up beside you.  Giving you a boyish grin as he takes off his helmet, “For you,” he says, holding it out, and giving you a hand to hop on the back.  “You ever rode before?”

“Can’t say that I have.”

“Hold on tight,” he smiles, taking off on the bike.  It was such an odd choice for a date.  Keeping you on the back of a bike, without talking.  You had guessed the few messages you had shared back and forth were enough.  And while it was fun, you weren’t learning anything else new about him.

Cal lays down a file on Jack’s desk, and he pulls it closer to him, “Where’s Finn?”

“At my mom’s until I get off.  So do we have enough to arrest Teller?”  He goes through some more information, and smiles, “A sting operation?”

“It appears that he’s using girls he meets online to make him look more innocent as he runs the drugs,” Jack looks up at Cal, but shakes his head no.  “What?”

“How’s he meeting them online?”

“Dating site.  Why?”

“Where’s Teller now?  We got eyes on him?  Do we know anything?” Jack slams his hand on the desk, cussing, and choosing to walk out.  But Nick meets him at the door, “What do you want?”

“Teller is on the move again.  We’ve got someone enroute.  He’s got a girl on the back of the bike with him.  So he’s definitely running something.  Anytime he gets pulled over without one, there’s nothing.  You going?”

“Cal, you drive,” Jack says, already bolting out the door.  

“He still pissed off about…”

“No,” Cal walks past Nick, letting his shoulder knock him on the way out.  He wasn’t quite sure what Jack was going on about, he just knew he was on a mission.

Your eyes roam around the road as you cling tight to Jax.  It just didn’t make sense as to why he wanted this to be the date.  You give his belly a few tickles, trying to get his attention, “Why don’t we pull over and get some coffee or something?”

“We will in a bit,” he says with finality.  You try not to question it.  But it was odd.  Like he had ulterior motives, besides a date.  

Being married to a cop, you were always on alert.  Watching the cars as they get closer to you.  This was not your idea of fun.  It was like they could just touch you.  Jax weaves in and out of traffic, and you have to whisper in his ear you had a kid and to please stop.  He did, but only for a minute.

“Jax, stop!”

“It’s fine.  I’ve rode longer than I legally could.”

“And I want to make it back home to my son,” it all happened too fast.  Unmarked vehicles start to plank you, and he doesn’t obey the road laws.  Leaving in a flash when you start to get chased by the cars.  “Jax!  Let me off!”

“You’re in it now baby.”

Glancing back behind you, you couldn’t tell who was in the car, you just knew that Jack had to work today.  “My ex is a cop.  Get me off this fucking bike.”

“Not going to jail for you.  Sorry sweetheart,” you glance back around at the cars.  Trying to find anyway that you could get off without getting seriously injured.  Letting this stupid man have you in a chase.  You should have known.  You got an odd feeling when you agreed to this date.  

Trust your gut.  No, you had to see where this led to.  Getting far enough away from the cops, you hit his leg, “Let me off now.”

“Don’t have time,” you scream out in frustration, starting to tuck and roll, “You get off this goddamn bike, and we’re going to have a problem.  I’m almost where I need to be, and you can keep your fucking mouth closed.”

His bike slows down, and you start screaming again, “Let me off!  Oooh!” a thick arm wraps around your waist, and you come flying off his seat, crashing into an even larger body while a car drives in front of Jax.  Braking in front of him quickly, and the bike runs into it, with Cal and Jack coming out of the car.  “Let me go,” you scream, looking over to Jack who was too far away.  Reaching out a hand to him, screaming his name.

“You okay?” The arm in question, spins you around to look at you.  “I don’t see anything.”

“Sharkie!”

“Jack!  Jack, I was so scared.  He didn’t want to let me off.  And I was afraid that I was going to have to jump, and I can’t think about that.  We have a son, and…Jack, what…what happened?” Jack grimaces at the man that still hadn’t left your side, but pulls you in close to him.  Resting his chin on your head, and pets at your back.  “What is going on?”

“We need you to take her down to the station.  We have to interrogate her,” Nick groans as Cal cuffs Jax.  “It’s just some routine questions.”

“They can wait,” Jack nearly growls, turning to glare over towards Nick.

“No, they can't, this is procedure.  You, too,” he points at the man.  “What’s your name?”

“Syverson.  Wait, what is this?”

“He was running drugs.  Using women he met on a dating site as a front.  Jack, bring her to the station.  You’re not equipped to ask her anything.  You can question Syverson.  You can meet us back there, right, big guy?”  Nick hands over a card, giving him his number and the precinct address.

Syverson rolls his eyes, taking the card, “Do you need a ride?”

“She can ride with us,” Jack answers quickly, but you still cling to him.  Crying about how scared you were, and all you could think about was getting to your son.

“Your car has a Harley in the side of it,” Jack finally agrees to letting this man take you to the precinct, and he starts leading to the discarded vehicle.

“Where’s Finn?”

“He’s with my parents.  He’s okay.  Come on, I’ll ride in the back with you,” you don’t argue.  Just follow along with him.  Settling beside him in the back seat, you lean over onto his shoulder.

Cal starts putting Jax in the back of Nick’s car smiling, “You picked the wrong one to date.  Woman’s got a tracking app on her phone connected to my partner’s phone, my phone, and even her bestie’s phone.  You realize how easy it was to find you?  And we caught you with enough blow to put you away for a long time,” Jax gives Cal an eat shit grin, but doesn’t say anything.  “Wrong woman.  Should have let her off when she asked.”

“She’s an accomplice.”

“Good try.  She’ll hand over her phone freely.  It will be easy to pin this all on you.  Not to mention your MO of using nice girls as your cover up.  We’ll be talking to you later.”

“Your story doesn’t even make any sense,” you sling your phone across the desk towards Nick.  Leaning back over on Jack.  “This is highly inappropriate.”

“She answered your fucking questions.  She’s giving you her damn phone.  Go through her messages with Teller.  You were the one who even figured out what he was doing with these women.  But now, you’re questioning her like she’s the criminal?  This is low even for you.  Take the goddamn phone or don’t.  You know he used her just like he used the others.”

“Something just isn’t adding up, Jack.  Teller caught on to being followed.”

“I told you that I told him that I was married to a cop.”

“Getting a divorce from a cop,” Jack hits Nick’s desk, and you stand to leave.  “Where are you going?”

“Am I under arrest Nicholas?” He shakes his head no, looking between you and Jack.  “Then you can’t hold me.  I told you all I knew.  Now give me my phone, so I can get my son, and I can go home.”

“You were on a date.  Isn’t it Jack’s weekend?”

“You son of a bitch!” Jack leans over the desk, pulling Nick’s shirt towards him.  “You have no right!”

“Jack, TJ has my car.  Take me to get our son, and we’re going to the house,” yanking the phone out of Nick’s hands, you head to Jack’s car.  Not stopping to say goodbye to Cal.  You just needed to get home.  Needed to see your son.  Needed to hold your baby, because for a moment you thought you wouldn’t see another day to hold him or see his smiling face.  Leaving him behind was not an option.  

Waiting in the main foyer, you see that stupid woman, and turn away from her.  Staring at nothing when Jack heads towards you.  Hand out to capture yours with his own.  Never giving Robyn another look as he guides you to his car.  

You don’t want to cry.  Don’t want him to think that seeing her was making you upset, but it was everything.  Whatever today was, the impending divorce, kissing Jack, the meaningless sex that made you feel worse, it was all coming to a head.  And the moment you’re out in the open you let a cascade of tears flow down your face, and Jack pulls you into his chest.

“Shh…”

“Jack, I could have died.  Our son would have been without a mother,” your words turn into sobs.  Neither of you heading to the car now, just letting him hold you for the moment.  He always made you feel so much safer.  “H-h-h-he…he wouldn’t…wouldn’t let me get off.”

“Shh, you didn’t die though.  You’re okay.  You’re okay,” he whispers, giving a tiny kiss to your head.  “I wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.  The moment I saw it was you, I didn’t care about the case.  Neither did Cal.”

“I want to get our son.”

“Okay,” he whispers, pulling you out of his embrace.  You continue to hold onto his hand, just to feel something real.  At this moment you didn’t want to fight the love that he had for his son, but also for you.  You had tried to deny his love.  Saying if he really loved you, he wouldn’t do the things he did.

Tomorrow it might change, but right now, you didn’t want anything but your family…used to be family.  “Jack?”

“Hmm?” He looks over at you with such kindness as his parents' neighborhood comes into view.

“I don’t want you to leave tonight.  I didn’t give Jax our address, but what if…Jack, Finn’s gonna be there, and…please stay?” Your hand goes to hold his on the console, and he could still feel your pulse beating out of your veins.  You was trembling.  “Please?”

“Of course,” he wasn't going to mention the use of our in your sentence.  He didn’t want to leave you and Finn anyways.  He wanted to keep the both of you as safe as possible.  Didn’t want either of you out of his sight.

He didn't even have the car in park before you were running up to his parents house.  Barreling through the door, and dropping to your knees, pulling Finn close to your body, while his mom stares at you confused.  “It’s Jack’s weekend,” she starts, but stops when Jack walks in shaking his head no.

“Mom?” Finn tries to pull you off him, looking at his dad with too many questions in his eyes.  “Mom, what’s going on?”

“We’re gonna take you home,” Finn wasn’t a baby, but you still stand with him in your arms.  Holding onto him like he was.  Kissing on his cheek.  

“Mom?  Dad?  What’s going on?”

“Go ahead and take him to the car,” he says softly.  He was close with his mom, and he hadn’t picked up his phone since you had been with him, so you knew that he needed to speak with her.  You carry Finn out to the car, just wanting to look at him.  He looked so much like his father, and to think you almost didn’t get to wake to see his face another day.

“Jackie, what’s going on?”

“She was in a police chase.  Almost…there was a man that was in the military that pulled her off the back of a bike.  And…long story short, we made the arrest.  He was injured because he was thrown from the bike, and she has no scratches,” his mother starts to speak, but Jack holds out his hand, speaking louder, “I told you not to get involved in my marriage.  I have to do what is right for me and Finn, and right now being with her is what’s right.”

“What if she breaks your heart?”

“Like I did her?  I was the one that messed up in our marriage.  Now, I’m going to be with her, and my son.  My marriage or lack thereof is my business.  Okay?” She gives him a nod of her head, letting him walk out calmly, and he sighs in relief.  She didn’t usually drop a subject that easily.

Every part of you wants to touch him, and then you’re so scared to confuse Finn even more than you had.  Telling him that his dad was coming to the house because something happened at work.  He is too smart of a kid and didn’t believe you, but it was still good enough for him.

“Can we order pizza and watch a movie?” He breaks the tension in the car, and you look back at your son.  He gives you a wink, and holds his hand on the side of your seat, like he did when he was smaller, “Here, I need your hand,” reaching back behind you, you hold his hand, and try and calm your nerves.  “So about that pizza and a movie?”

“Yeah, buddy, I’ll get us some pizza and we’ll watch one of your mom’s favorites.”

“Or!” He giggles from the back, giving your hand a little squeeze, “How about we watch How to Train Your Dragon?”

“That’s perfect,” you squeeze his hand back.  Relaxing a bit more.  

Jack gives you a pat to your leg, as you pull into the garage.  “Let me look around real quick.  Let TJ know you’re here.”

“You want me to go?” Jack asks, reaching a hand over to Finn’s head on your lap, he runs his thumb over his cheek, and you push his hand away.

“He’s sleeping.  Stop,” you look down at him smiling.  He had been such an amazing kid during all this.  A few outbursts which are to be expected.  “He never falls asleep on me anymore.  He’s getting old, and I’m not cool like his dad.”

“And I don’t bandage his scrapes and cuts like his mom.  Can’t make waffles like his mom because mine come from the freezer.  He can’t go to sleep at his bed time because I don’t brush his hair out of his face like his mom does.  I’m the fun one, but you’re the one that makes him feel better.”

“I want you to stay,” you whisper, looking down at Finn’s face.  “I just…what if…if Jax gets out, he can…”

“He has no idea where to find you.”

“Just stay,” you finally look up at him, a million and one things running in your mind, but the main thing is you didn’t want him to leave.  He picks up Finn’s legs off his lap, reaching down to pick him up.  Starting to carry him to the stairs, “In our bed.”

Still not wanting to assume anything, Jack slowly walks Finn into the bedroom, and you pull the covers down before he lays him in the middle of the bed, while you switch your feet around.  He leans over, giving him a kiss, and pulling the covers up.  Starting to leave, but you stand in front of the door, “What are you doing?” He whispers.  

You know this wasn’t going to help your confusion, but Finn would be in between you.  “Sharkie?”

“You still have jogging pants here.  You don’t need to sleep in your clothes,” you slowly lick your lips, and Jack’s eyes flick to them quickly.  “Jack…I don’t wanna be alone.”

“I’m not leaving,” god, you wished things were different.  If they were this wouldn’t be so damn awkward.  “I’ll put on some pajamas.”

“Where are you going to sleep?”

“The couch?” You shake your head no, and he looks up to the ceiling, “The guest bedroom?”

“The bed is big enough,” before he can speak, you put both hands on his chest calmly, “Nothing’s gonna happen.  Our son is in the bed.  He can sleep between us.  I just…I feel better knowing you’re close to us.  Please?”

“Is that all this is?” He didn’t know how you would answer, only that he hoped you said that there was more.  His eyes watch you intently, and your head slightly shakes no, before your mouth ever utters a word.  

“I don’t know.  I just…I want you with us.”

“Okay.  Okay,” cupping your cheeks, he gives you a chaste kiss to your forehead.  “I’ll stay right here,” you whisper out your thanks, pulling away from him, and walking to the bed.  Making sure to give Finn a kiss, before you close your eyes.  Just breathing.  Just living in this moment.      Trying to not read too much into this.  You have always felt safe with Jack around, and that’s what this was.

Jack takes a quick shower, before going back into the bedroom, and you were already softly snoring.  It was almost like Christmas night.  Wanting to prolong the day, and have Finn in the bed with you.  He pops his neck, and grabs up his phone, flipping through his messages from Cal and TJ.

How is she doing?

Why have you not came home?  We are waiting.  I thought I was for sure going to be heading back to that house.

I’m still here.  Staying the night.

😳😮Where are you sleeping???

You don’t have to answer that Jack.  TJ is being nosy.

Goodnight.

Going through a few more, he almost growls, because it was a new number, You think you can just block me?  And ignore me?  Hold on to her like you have a future?  That isn’t how this is going to work.

He hits block again, and walks over to the bed.  Settling down, when your cold feet slide over to touch his leg, and he grins a bit.  No matter how much time had passed, or how long it had been since he had been in your bed, you still reacted in the same way.  He didn’t know what you were feeling, but what he was feeling wasn’t complicated.  He wanted you.  Wanted this right here.  

He shouldn’t have taken these moments for granted.  Shouldn’t have thought they were always going to be here.  And now he was left with hoping that this happened again.  And this would be the normal once more.  But if it was just because you were scared, he would take what he could get.  It is what he deserved for just how shitty he made you feel.  He was going to enjoy whatever crumbs you decided to give him.

But he saw you react to his question.  He wasn’t going to push it.  Anytime he did, you retreated even more.  He just had to wait for you to decide these stupid men that you were dating was not him, or until you found someone that ticked all the boxes, and he hoped that never happened.  He hoped that this was going to be his life again.  Cherishing each second, and not even wanting to fall asleep, because this could all be a dream, and tomorrow was the reality.

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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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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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Every Other Weekend, Part 2

Summary:  A date with the ghost of your past

Pairings:  Dean Winchester X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings:  language, mentions of divorce and separation, mentions of sex, mentions of blow jobs, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.1K

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You laugh as the stylist beside you tells a corny joke.  The week had been good.  It was nearing the weekend, and it was Jack’s turn.  You had been talking with a few different guys on the app, but none of them had tickled your fancy quite like Frank.  

It was casual with Frank, but so sweet.  He had asked about your day, he was curious about your job, wanted to know what you did for fun, but never asked for an actual date.  Just your ideal one.  And even told you about his hobby with boating.  Saying he always imagined a romantic dinner date on a boat.  Staring up at the stars, talking with one another, letting the boat rock you, and even slow dancing.  It sounded like perfection.

You finish up your client when the receptionist runs up to you, “The school is on the phone.  Finn got hit in the face with a ball, and his nose is bleeding.”

“What?” You screech, already grabbing your things.  “Check her out.  I’ve got to go,” you run out the salon, thankful that his school wasn’t far.

Rushing into the school to check in, they ring you in, letting you know he was still in the gym.  “Did you call his dad, too?” You ask, knowing that Jack would want to know what happened and if his son was okay.

“Yes, Mrs. O’Malley.  He said he’d be here shortly.”

You smile awkwardly, and head towards the gym.  Your baby is sitting alone in the gym.  A wad of tissues on his nose, leaning forward.  “Finny.”

“Mom, I’m fine,” he nasally answers, but you crouch down in front of him.  Lifting him up by his chin.  “Mom!  Coach Winchester said I was okay.  Nothing looked broken.”

“Winchester?  What happened to Coach Wilson?  Did he put you up to this?  Who threw the ball?”

“Is dad coming?  You’re embarrassing me.  I’m not a baby anymore,” you gasp playfully, and stand up in shock when a loud whistle rings in your ear.  Spinning around quickly to see Coach Winchester in all his short red shorts glory, and Finn snorts.  “Coach Winchester, this is my mom.  Mom, this is the new coach.”

“Your Finn’s mom?” He asks, laughing.  Extending his hand out to you, and those candy green apple eyes look your body up and down.  You cock up an eyebrow shaking your head, and he holds your hands out wide, “You are looking good.”

“That’s gross.”

“Dean, not here,” you motion to the side towards Finn whose lip was curled up in confusion.  “Finn, this is Dean, my…friend from high school.”

“Right,” he winks at you.  Giving you a wide smile, and his eyes drift down to your left hand, and his smile gets bigger when there isn’t a ring there.  “Friends.  So — you have a kid now.”

“Clearly.  And you teach elementary physical education.  College football didn’t treat you well?”  Grimacing, he looks down at the floor. He looked good.  Better than he did in high school.  He was taller, and wider, but still had that dangerously good looking face.  He smelled much better than the cheap Ax body spray he once wore, too.  

“So, would you want…”

“Dad!  Thank god, mom was babying me like my nose was going to fall off.  Coach Winchester even said it was fine,” Jack jogs into the gym.  Heading straight towards your son, and holds him up against his body.  

“Winchester, huh?” Jack knows.  Your first drunken night together, and the night which Finn was conceived, you each told about the first time you had sex.  Yours was standing in front of you.  A couple of inches taller than Jack, and you bite at your lip when Jack tries to stand taller.  “Dean?”

“You’ve heard about me?” Dean chuckles, his eyes looking back at you.  “Hopefully it was all good things.”

“It was the kind of things such as they don’t know what they’re doing variety,” you give Jack a slap on the arm, apologizing to Dean.  “Well, me and my wife should get Finn home.”

“Or, you go ahead, take Finn to get some ice cream, since I’m so embarrassing?”

“Yes!  Please, dad, please?  Or can we go to the precinct and see Cal?  Or can I ride in the back of the cop car again, or,” Jack places his hand over Finn’s mouth, and turns to look at you.  Finn was always extra talkative when he knew he was going to spend more time with his dad.  “Please?” He asks again.  This time muffled.

“Fine.  You want me to drop him off at the house?”

With a nod, you turn back to look at Dean, and he throws his hands up stepping back, “I apologize about him.  We both didn’t know what we were doing, but we figured it out.”

“I was actually going to — never mind.  You’re married, and I’m overstepping my bounds.”

“We’re separated.  Legally separated.  He doesn’t even live with me,” he doesn’t.  And you were currently trying to just say no anytime he wanted to ‘come over’.  “I would love to go out with you.  That is if that’s what you were going to ask.  If not, I’ve just embarrassed myself in front of you again.”

“Embarrassing would be you gagging so bad that you couldn’t give me a proper blow job.”

“We’re at school, Dean.”

“We were then, too.”

“Okay,” you look away from him, and start to walk away.  This was all too much.  Dating was hard, but this was humiliating.  “I’m going to scream in my pillow now.”

“You could always scream in my pillow.  Ugh,” Dean groans.  His hands press on his temples, and he shakes his head, “We both suck.  And I think we both realize we’re not in highschool anymore.  I apologize for that crude comment.  I should have just asked if you wanted to go out with me Friday night?”

“Yes,” you give yourself no time to think.  Just blurt out the first answer.  It was Jack’s weekend.  And of all the propositions you were getting online, the one you wanted was content with just talking.  “Friday at seven?”

“It sounds perfect.”

“TJ!” You scream as soon as he picks up the phone.  Panic had set in.  Jack was running late as usual.  All your clothes sucked, and you just know you’re making a terrible mistake.  

“WHAT?”

“I need you.”

“Why?”

“I have a date.  Jack is not getting here until eight.  And I have nothing to wear.”

“I’ll be right there.”

You pace around your bedroom, hearing Finn’s music upstairs, and even the obnoxious beating of his drums.  The gift from Jack the day that he moved out.  Finn tortured you with that thing on a daily.  You wonder if you were making a mistake.  You know that there was still love with Jack.  Should he admit his wrongs, you would start all over again with him.  Your biggest fear was him not realizing before it was too late.  

While Frank had been steadily asking you about your day, this was something you couldn’t talk about with him.  Even the random messages from Nick, you had to push aside, because you were focused on making the most out of this date with Dean.  It might be someone from your past, but you did always enjoy time with him.    There was a sweetness about him.  And he had a job where he was with kids.  Surely he wanted to have some of his own.  

You decided when you signed up for the site that you were going to make your list of things you were not compromising on, and that was number one.  Pacing back and forth on the carpet when TJ pokes his head in.  “I can work with this.  Who’s the date?  Did you meet him on that site?  So my new pictures I told you to post helped?”

“No, I met him at the school.”

“That took an unexpected turn,” he pulls out a pair of jeans, and lays them on your bed.  Starting to rifle through your closet.  “Why does Jack still have clothes here?”

“His name is on the house?”

“Who are you going on a date with?” TJ walks a shirt over to you, and motions for you to put it on.  “Uh, he’s very loud,” he looks up at the ceiling plugging his ears.  “Of all the sabotaging things Jack could have done for you, this…this is the worst.  Ooh!  Pretty!” He says looking up and down at you with the outfit he chose.  “I figured a dress was too much.  Who are you dating.”

“Dean Winchester,” you mumble, and start to walk out of your bedroom.  Already holding your ears when TJ lets out a high pitched scream.

“The Dean Winchester?  Like took your V Card Dean Winchester?  Like the one that you had all your firsts with?  The first I love you?  The first orgasm?  The first kiss?  The first one to put anything in your twat?”

“It wasn’t in that order, Teej,” opening the fridge, you see a few of Jack’s beers that still remain, and pop a top.  Downing the brew, when you look at him, “Tell me I’m making a mistake.”

“I mean, I would have chosen someone new to lay under, but you do you.”

“I’m not having sex with Dean!”

He jerks the beer out of your hands, finishing the bottle up, “First don’t get drunk before your date.  Second, why wouldn’t you sleep with Dean?”

“First date.”

“But…you’ve already had sex with him?” He never understood.  He had never been married.  Didn’t have kids, but when he grabs your left hand, and his thumb traces over the finger where you wedding band used to sit, he gives you a sad smile, “It’s not there.  You’re separated, and it seems like you’re going to get divorced.  Have fun.  Sex is fun.  And you’re having sad sex with Jack.  I want fun and exciting sex for you.  Let him show you what he’s learned these past years.  He was hot in high school.  Is he still hot?” You nod your head quickly, but yank your hand out of his.  

“I’m still married though.  I don’t know if I want to try with Jack or if I want to try this single life permanently.  I’m exploring my options.”

“You can still explore your options while taking your frustrations out on Dean’s giant dick,” he gives you a shrug, but when you don’t smile, he wraps his arms around you, giving you a tight hug.  “I’m just saying.  Sex can be just sex.  Be protected this time around for Christ’s sake.”

“I get the shot.”

“Well, good, but still wrap it before you tap it.  No accidental pregnancies and shot gun weddings, okay?  But have fun.  And man,” he smiles looking at the front door.  Finn’s beating drums are still loud in the house, so you know he won’t see you.  You had let him know that TJ was going to be here when his dad came to pick him up, but he would most likely be in his room until Jack arrived.  “He is punctual.  I like that in a man.”

“Shh, let me enjoy this.  Stay back.”

Jack waltzes into the house, and stops when he sees TJ sitting on the couch, “You and my wife having a girls night in?”

“She isn’t here,” TJ gives him a big smile, and taps on the couch beside him.  “Come on.  Come here and have a little chat with good ole TJ.”

“Where is she?”

“Jack…”

“Son of a bitch.  I knew it.  I knew something like this was going to happen.  Who is it?  Who…where did she meet him?  Teej…what?  Why are you so fucking calm?  This…I was supposed to be coming home.  She has the divorce papers written up.  It’s…this is my family,” Jack is thankful for the constant beating of those drums.  They were serving their purpose of letting him and you know if Finn was listening.  And Finn was terrible at them.

“Jack, I did warn you.”

“You only tell me what I’m doing wrong though.”

“I tell her, too.  She was sad when she left.  Is that what you want to hear?  I told her to have fun, and she left with you on her mind,” Jack feels a bit better with that admission.  Not the sad part, but the part where you were thinking about him.  He liked that.  

“I’m not telling you who it is, because I know you.  You’ll illegally search them, and dig up all their dirt, and that’s not fair.  I told you months before she said she wanted a divorce that you were working too much.  I told you that at least one more baby was a must for her.  She wanted five when we were in highschool. She would settle for one more with you.  But she needed you here for her, and for Finn.  You didn’t listen.”

“And what about her?  I have more sex with her now that we’re not together.  I’m the one that mostly paid for this house.  I’m the one that…”

“She asked for you, Jack!  Your old little bitty house that you lived in, you were both happy.  Bigger house meant more hours for the both of you.  She cut her hours to make sure Finn was taken care of.  She wants kids with you.  She was withholding sex from you to make you weak.  She has more sex with you now because you’re both idiots, and neither can let each other go, and you still won’t fucking compromise.  Idiots.  Both of you.  If you want your family back, try being a family.  She’s in the dating scene just like you are.”

Jack scratches the back of his neck, and looks away from TJ, “I’m not dating anyone.”

“Why you always lying?  I saw you at the food court…the food court, are you seventeen man?  She was making you laugh.  You were touching her arm.”

“She’s not…it’s not serious.”

“Oh?  Have you taken her home with you?” Jack shakes his head no.  “Kissed her?  Slept with her?”

“You’re just trying to get information out of me to tell my wife, so she can feel more at ease dating her highschool sweetheart.  Dammit, TJ, you put her up to this.”

TJ laughs animatedly.  Grabbing at his chest, but nods, “I didn’t tell her to date Dean.  He asked her at the school.  I did tell her to date, but I couldn’t tell her it was because I saw you at the mall.  And you didn’t answer my questions, Jack.  Is it because you are sleeping with that woman?”

“I am sleeping with my wife.”

“Not anymore,” TJ answers, yelling up at Finn to inform him of Jack’s arrival, ending the conversation.  “If you get to fuck someone else, so should she,” Jack shakes his head almost growling at TJ.  “Hey, if it’s meant to be, you’ll work your ass off and make it be.”

“I’m not sleeping with her,” Jack whispers before holding his arms wide for Finn to jump in them.  Jack was pissed.  Yeah, he had been talking to someone.  But it wasn’t serious.  And she was no you.

Dean smiles as he sits back down at the table.  He was winded from his last song.  “You gonna sing?” You shake your head no, taking a drink from your glass.  “Oh, come on!  I’ll do it with you,” when you offer him a smile, and slightly nod your head, he reaches out to cup your cheek.  “You haven’t changed.”

“You have,” he drops his hand, and leans back in his chair, “You changed for the better.  You’re not a cocky little shit anymore.”

“Yeah, well, my girlfriend was having sex with me.  I had a lot to be cocky about.”

“You always did have to bring it to sex.”

“Now, don’t be like that.  We had fun.  I treated you right.  We were the prom king and queen.  I’m sorry, it’s just…it almost feels like no time has passed.  You’re married and have a kid though.”

You take a deep breath, and Dean starts to interject, apologizing before any words escape your mouth.  “I am legally married, yes.  We have been separated for a few months.  He doesn’t live with me.  We have been going to couples counseling and nothing is working.  But we are learning to co-parent.  My son comes first in this.  Jack and I…we got carried away when we were dating.  Got pregnant, got married, and now we’re here.  Two very different people.”

“You love him though,” there was no question about it.  Dean knew you well enough to know that you still very much loved Jack.  It was the being in love with him that you doubted.

“He gave me my son, and a few happy years, but also a few stressful and lonely years.  If this turns into more than a date, I will be the first to let you know if my status with Jack has changed.  But currently, we’re separated, all I lack with the divorce is filing the papers, we are co-parenting, and you and I are on our first date.”

“That’s fair.  Now, about that song, what about Wanted by Bon Jovi?”

“Dean Winchester is going to sing a Bon Jovi song?” You throw your head back in laughter, and Dean can’t quit staring.  You really hadn’t changed.  There was always so much fun and laughter with you.  

You currently could feel the change.  You weren’t being held down by dead weight.  This felt good.  You felt seen and heard.  You had someone in front of you to talk to.  To laugh with.  Even if it was someone from your past, this felt comfortable.  Familiar.  Dean was handsome, and he still had that goofy charm to him.

You didn’t want to give up on Frank, or even explore your options.  You had always been a serial monogamous, and there was something exciting about the unknown.  A journey to self discovery, and hopefully to finding what you really and truly loved.  A way to be your own person instead of just Jack’s wife or just Finn’s mom.  You forgot what it was like to put yourself first, and it felt good to be selfish.  

“Here’s to finding me,” you raise your glass up, and Dean crashes his with your own.  Drinking your wine, before needing to see if your body still remembered him.  Pulling him closer by his shirt, you crash your lips into his.  The lingering beer tingles on your lips with the way he was tracing them with his tongue.  You open your mouth, granting him access, and moan at the feeling of him.

No longer was he the young man you used to know.  Dean knew exactly what he was doing, “Wanna get out of here?”

“Nope.  I wanna sing Bon Jovi with you.”

“Ugh, really?”

“First date, Dean.”

“I mean, really it’s our…I don’t know five hundred and sixty-seventh,” you laugh at him, shaking your head, before standing up and heading to the microphones.  Curling your finger, beckoning up there with you.  He sighs as he stands up.  You were worth the wait and challenge.  Because you were the one that got away.

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Every Other Weekend, Part 6

Summary:  You and TJ go out, and Jack and Callum show up

Pairings:  Jack O’Malley X Reader, TJ Hammond X Reader, Mickey Henry X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, one night stand, mentions of divorce, tears, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.4K

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“Hey!” Jack says excitedly when you call. You never call on your weekend, “Wait, is something wrong? Is Finn okay?”

“Yeah, he’s fine,” you hated this. Hated every bit of it, and missed when life was just simple. When you could call him because you missed the sound of his voice. “TJ was wanting to go out tonight, and it’s my weekend. Finn wants to spend the night with my parents, but I wanted to check and see if you wanted him?”

“Oh,” he hesitates, looking over at Cal. “Um, I already had plans.”

“It’s okay. I just wanted to give you that option. Also, wanted to talk to you about maybe getting him on a weekday. He misses you. Maybe have a night or two of dinners at the house? You’re better at math anyways.”

It felt normal and strained all at the same time. Felt so forced, and it almost felt like you were holding onto whatever strings you had left of your family. “You know I want to spend as much time with him as possible,” it was one of the few things you wanted from Jack. An available father. “So where’s the dynamic duo going tonight?”

“We’re going out,” he was such a slime ball sometimes, always trying to trick you into telling him where you were going.  You knew he was going to be doing his own research, and he would find you.

“Hmm,” he playfully chides you.  “I’m guessing you two are dressing in all black, TJ is going to have his fancy little martinis, and you can’t even fake classy like that when it comes to your alcohol, you’re going to have a bottle of beer in your hand, and you’ll be dancing up a storm.  Just stay away from pool tables.”

Both of you sigh, remembering happier times between the two of you.  It was bittersweet to think that it all started with a pool table, drinks, and TJ and Callum.  “You and Cal have fun tonight.  I’m picking the boy up tomorrow, and we’re going to see a movie,” you leave it open for a second, hoping that he will invite himself.  Unsure of why you did it.  But there was still a deep longing for your family.  For your husband.  You just couldn’t trust him.

“If you’re going to go see the latest Batman movie, do you mind if I tag along?”

“You better ask our son.  I need to get him to my parents, and get ready.  Have fun, Jack.”

“You, too,” he clicks off, and puts his phone on his chin thinking.  Contemplating everything that you had said, before jumping up and looking at your social medias.

“What are you doing?” Cal asks, peeking around Jack’s shoulder.  “Get off her page.”

“Her and TJ are going out tonight,” he says, clicking through your recent activity.  Nothing.  You were a ghost online, but not TJ.  TJ wants everyone to know that he’s having more fun than everyone else.

“They should.  TJ is good for her, and you won’t have to worry about her having sex,” Jack turns to glare at Cal, and he holds his hands up in surrender.  “No one has her back quite like Teej, you know this.  Ooh!” He points at a local club that was hosting a new DJ, “Can we go there?”

“Yep,” Jack answers, putting the address in his phone.  “We’re not the only ones.”

“Jack!” Cal throws his head back dramatically.  “You can’t go chasing her around all the time.”

“No, you said I needed to try.  I’m trying.  Me and her have open dialogue.  She can actually look at me again.  She invited me over for dinners at the house with Finn.”

“You’re not weaseling your way in, are you?  Like you legit want to be with your wife?  Want to wake up in the bed with her every morning?  Want to clock out, and go home to her every night?  Want to deal with the hard stuff?  Want to see your son every day?  Want to be there for her?  And want to compromise and have another kid?  This isn’t some conquest.  This is a woman that does in fact love you, maybe she’s still in love with you, maybe she’s in love with the idea that she had in her head of you.  But you can’t just do this, and spend time with Finn and then flake away.  You have to be there for her during the hard times.  Have to have arguments, without turning to someone else who will just tell you what you want to hear.  That woman is who you talk about things with.  Open yourself and be vulnerable.”

“Yeah,” he answers.  Standing up to walk out of the station, “Like I know this is stupid, but I realize what I had, now that it’s gone,” he gets a hard whack in the back of the head at that admission, “I know, I’m dumb.  I am a dumb man.  I wanted to have it all, and now I have nothing.  But she and my son are what I want.  This isn’t just to prove that I can have her whenever I want.  This is wanting the life that I should have been working to have with her.  They don’t make women like her.”

“Yeah, she made the best lunches.  And now, I don’t get snacks.  You messed up my snack time for me Jackson.  I miss those cute little boxes of a cheese and meat platters.  With the little nuts, and jellies.  It was like a charcuterie box.  I’m going to tell her I want that.  She’ll make me one.  I haven’t pissed her off.  So we’re going to this club, and you’re hoping that she and TJ will be there?”

“Yep.  They’ll be there, or we’re going to look like idiots.”

“Correction, you dance like a white boy.  You’re going to look like an idiot.”

“Stop dancing with me,” TJ yells in your ear, trying to pull away from you, but you pull him back.  “That fine as fuck DJ is checking you out.  Keeps smiling at you, and that tall drink of water keeps thinking I’m straight because you won’t quit grinding on me.  You’re cockblocking me. Again.  And yourself,” he gives a wave up at the DJ trying to push you away.

“Don’t leave me.  He’s working,” you glance up at the man, and he was smiling the whole time, and directly at you.  Waving his hand for you to come up there to him.  “Oh!”

“See!  Now, go suck his dick while he plays or something,” you smack him in the stomach, and his obnoxious and roaring laughter lifts your mood even more.  “Not everyone you date has to be on that app.  You can meet people out in real life.  Go talk to the man.”

“Yeah.  Yeah, I’ll…I’m going up there,” you depart from TJ, going up to the DJ which you find out quickly his name was Mickey.  He even pulls you in front of him, teaching you how to work the turntables.  Getting close to your body quickly.

TJ sits at the bar, ordering up another martini when he sees Jack and Cal walk in, and starts laughing.  Raising a hand to the two men, and they trot over to him, “Quit looking,” TJ says, pointing up at the stage.  Jack’s face falls for a minute seeing you smiling and laughing.  “She just got up there.  He’s been watching her all night.”

“She looks beautiful,” his eyes drift all down your body.  You and TJ always did make a statement when you walked in somewhere.  Coordinated enough, but could still attract the people you wanted.

“She looks hot,” TJ responds, taking a sip from his martini.  “You went digging on my facebook didn’t you?” Jack looks over at him quickly, and TJ shrugs, “You’re predictable Jack.  You can’t stand not to snoop.  And yes, I put that shit out there to lead you to where she was going to be.  She’s not on a date with this guy.  She’s flirting.”

“He looks sloppy,” Jack notes, looking down at his clothes.  TJ pulls apart one of Jack’s layers, and then another.  “What are you doing?” He slaps his hand off him.

“How many layers do you have on today?  Your wife has a type, and it starts with the clothes,” Callum throws his head back, starting to laugh, but Jack squints his eyes, glaring at TJ.  “Ain’t none of y’all going to win best dressed.  She stays with me, so we can look good together, and then she has you and whatever that is to make her look like the queen she is.  Look at fucking Dean.”

“Don’t talk about that man.  I have a meeting with him on Monday.  He’s talking to Finn about his mom,” TJ points up at you, and Jack shakes his head.  “She’d pull Dean’s testicles off his body if she thought that he was including Finn in her dates.  I think she ended it with Dean,” TJ nods his head quickly, “Okay, she definitely ended it with Dean, and he doesn’t like it.  So he involves our son.  She…I gotta go,” he bolts off quickly when he sees you start to walk off the stage, and TJ slaps at Callum’s arm.

“Big guy, that sweet thing right there is checking you out.  Now, if you would please, I have got this man that I have wanted to talk to you, and if it isn’t my bestie, it’s you and Jack.  Talk to her, dance with her, take her home.  Jack is busy.”

“You think this is gonna work?” TJ shrugs his shoulders, taking a sip of the martini, already tapping his finger on the bar for another.  “They love each other.  They know they love each other.  She’s stubbornly trying to prove she doesn’t.”

“She still believes Jack slept with that woman.  Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t.  Doesn’t matter.  She thinks he did.  She’s stubbornly trying to prove she doesn’t love him, so she doesn’t get hurt.  She’s sleeping around, because ‘he did’.  That woman is struggling because her heart starts in her vagina.  But Jack has something no one else does.”

The two men look at each other, and both respond, “Finn.”

“Jack will always have a piece of her heart because that’s Finn’s dad.  She wants things to work.  But she’s playing the game like Jack did.  One foot in and one foot out.”

“Our friends suck,” Cal looks over at the woman that TJ had pointed out, and nods his head at her.  “If Jack plays his cards right…”

“No, you watch, he won’t be going home with her.  I think she really meant it when she said she wasn’t going to sleep with him,” Cal points over towards you and Jack, and you were laughing at whatever he was saying.  Your hand finding any excuse to touch him.  “She’s had a few beers.  And a couple of shots.”

“Twenty bucks says he goes home with her.”

“Thirty bucks says he just gets a kiss,” TJ puts his hand in front of Cal, and they both shake on it.  Going their separate ways with their prospective partners for the evening while you giggle again at Jack.

Grabbing at his hips, you tell him to loosen up.  “Have fun!”

“This is so fun.  So very fun,” he responds sarcastically, and you throw your head back laughing, but grab his hand to place on your hips.  

“Feel the beat.  Or just feel me,” he gulps, as he tries to dance around with you.  He was definitely feeling you.  Had your undivided attention, and you were ignoring the DJ and only looking at him.  Your eyes were shining up at him, and the two of you were laughing.  You weren’t just Finn’s parents at this moment.  You were two people enjoying each other.

“That’s better,” you giggle, turning around, and his hands pull you closer to his body, “Oh, we’re going back to the good ole days, huh?”

“Remind me of how good you can dance,” circling your hips, you lean forward a bit, starting to grind on him.  Even he gets into dancing.  Relaxing enough to enjoy the beat of the music, but mostly your ass on his crotch.  You close your eyes, and forget about the past.  Push aside everything that has happened, and will yourself to live only in this moment.

Your hand goes behind you, and you hold onto his neck.  Jack takes a chance, and leans forward, softly kissing on the column of your neck.  With your first whimper, he nibbles on your skin.  Kissing up your neck, before he comes to your face, and you were looking at him through your lashes.  Your pupils a deep sea of lust.  Your fingers wiggle around on him, urging him closer.

His eyes flash down to your lips, and you pull him even closer.  Inching closer and closer, so slowly, before his petal pink lips touch your own.  The moment he touches your mouth, your body spins around, so you can deepen the kiss.  Granting his tongue access quickly.  It was muscle memory, but it was so full of passion.  You hadn’t kissed him like this in so long.  Hadn’t felt him like this for years.

Jack’s hand starts coasting up your side, and his thumb brushes over your nipple, and you yip on his mouth, and he pulls you closer.  Starting to walk backwards, and get you somewhere private.  A heated moment between two old lovers.  He starts kissing down your neck, looking around the crowded club, and you blink your eyes open.  

Purple haze surrounded you; intoxicating you.  Those thick fingers caress your soft curves, and you hear a scratch of the record, and realize where you were.  Remember just who was sucking on your neck, and you push him off you, “I can’t do this.”

“Sharkie, wait.”

“I’m not some hookup, Jack.  I can’t,” he grabs at your hand, pulling you back to him, “I can’t.  I can’t give you that.”

“Let’s just leave then,” there was so much sincerity in his face that it hurt.  A deep rooted pain fills in your gut, and you hated the way it was making you feel.  “We don’t even have to do anything.  Let’s just go home,” you shake your head no.  Your vision goes blurry as your eyes fill up with tears.  “Why?”

“I can’t do that with you.  I don’t trust myself with you.”

“Why?”

“Because I always fall,” you pull his hand off your own and start to walk away.  Getting closer to the stage, while Jack spins on his heel, and marches out of the club.  Screaming the minute he gets out, and Cal and TJ look at each other from across the way.  

You were already waving your hand to Mickey, who calls another man to take his place, sinking deeper away from the crowd ready for some privacy.  Cal walks outside to Jack who was sitting on the curb, “What happened?”

“We kissed,” his foot toes the ground, but his eyes stare blankly at nothing.  “Not just a little peck, but a real kiss.  It felt like the beginning of our relationship again.  Everything was fine.”

“You were trying to fuck her in there, weren’t you?”

“I don’t know.  She thinks that’s what it was.  I don’t know.  I really don’t know.  I wanted somewhere more private, but we could have left, and just snuggled on the couch.  It doesn’t always have to be sexual.  But I know that’s what she thought it was.  I know she sees me looking at her as an easy way to get my dick wet, and that’s my fault.  Robyn got the sweet flirty side of me, and she got only my dick,” he throws his body back on the pavement looking at the sky.

“Get up off the disgusting ground.”

“I deserve to be down here.”

Cal sits down on the curb with him, nodding his head.  “I really did cheat on her, didn’t I?  Like me giving the best parts to Robyn, even when I was living with my family.  She told me there was no passion in our love making anymore.  I just used her to get my dick wet.  She was supposed to be my everything.  I was with Robyn when my son was in the hospital.  My son was unconscious and my wife was alone.  Scared about our son, and worried about where I was.  And I was drinking coffee with another woman,” Jack starts laughing, closing his eyes, and slams his hands over them.

“I would leave me, too.  I love her.  And I hate that it took all of this to see that.  But I felt it, and I know she did, too.  I know that she felt that spark the moment that our lips touched.  She could feel this passion that we hadn’t had in years.  It was just like old times sake.  And here I was just wanting to get away from the noise, and she took it as using her for her pussy.  Because that’s how I made her feel.  I made her feel like she wasn’t worth anything besides what sits in between her thighs.  And she’s running from what she really feels because I’m dumb.  I wanna drink.  I just want to drink my sorrows away.”

“You’ve got a movie date with them tomorrow.  You can have one more beer.  You’re not drinking your sorrows away.  You’re going to the movies.  You will be Finn’s parents.  Finn needs the both of you.  Monday, you’re marching in and telling Winchester to leave your kid out of his former relationship,” Jack whispers okay, and Cal stands, giving him a hand.  

“She loves me, though,” he smiles up at Callum.  “She can’t fake passion.  I knew at the end it was just sex between us.  That though…that kiss had sparks.  Had desperation and need.  Because my wife still loves me.”

“Come on lover boy.”

TJ opens the door where he had seen you and Mickey run off to, and you were sitting on top of him.  Ass exposed as you bounce over him.  “I’m gonna lock this door,” he says as he closes it quickly.

Your arms wrap around Mickey’s neck, letting him kiss all over your skin.  You were just going through the motions.  But he was enjoying himself.  Deep panting breaths as he sucks bruises on you.  His long fingers cupping your ass and slamming you down harder on his length.  

Mickey was just as touch starved as you, and he made sure to touch and kiss every part of your body.  Even though this didn’t mean a damn thing, he makes you feel like you were the only one.  He was touching you in all the right places.  Kissing all over your body, not neglecting any exposed skin, but he couldn’t stop returning to your mouth.  Swallowing all your moans was becoming an addiction and his favorite flavor.  You wanted to forget, but in the twenty minutes you are with him, it felt like for just that time, you were in love again.  If only for these precious few minutes.  

You didn’t do this anymore, and yet here you were having the most meaningless sex with someone you barely knew.  Didn’t even know his last name.  But TJ had armed you with condoms, and you were pissed.  Mad at yourself for allowing your vulnerability with Jack to sneak out.  You let him know just how fragile you were when it came to him.  

And now here you were taking some man you just met.  Was balls deep, and between his vocal performance and your squelching sounds, the two of you were quite a pair.  Letting the pleasure seep its way to your own throat, you moan as you get closer.  Hoping that he cums quickly, because you didn’t know if you could go for more.  

Now you just wanted to go to sleep.  Couldn’t properly enjoy a good fuck because it was making you feel disgusted.  Both his hands cup your face, and he swallows every whimpering mewl as your walls clench down tight around him.  Squeaking out his own pleasure, before his head throws back, “That was amazing,” he pants.  Holding onto your hips when you try to get off.

“Where are you doing?” He was a pretty little thing, but there was no way that you could see this lasting.  Had no desire to bring him around your son.

“Can we do this again?”

“Not likely,” he snorts, finally letting go of you, allowing you to stand up.  You shimmy your dress back over your hips and thighs.  Going to reach for your panties, but he grabs them up off the floor, “You’re keeping my panties?”

“Well, since I don’t get to feel that tight pussy again, it only seems fair that I get to jerk off into these pretty lacy things.  Looks like I made you cream before you ever even pulled me back here,” you nod your head, letting him think he was the reason for your ruined panties.  It was easier for yourself to admit that.  

Jack terrified you.  Made you realize that you fell so hard, fast, and easy with him.  And you weren’t sure you could ever give yourself to someone like that again.  “Good luck with the music, Mickey.”

“Yeah, if ever you’re needing a quick lay, I’m here.  I know it’s not serious.”

“You just caught me at a bad time in my life.”

“Even divorced mother’s need sex,” you give him an odd look, and his head flicks towards your hand, “There’s a tanline on your finger.  Mothers are usually pretty guarded.  You protect yourself to protect your child.  It’s not that deep,” he grunts, pulling the soiled condom off, and stuffs his dick back in his pants.  “I hope you find your happiness.  Everyone deserves that.”

“Thanks,” you whisper, giving him a kiss to the cheek.  You walk out, and TJ pouts on the opposite wall, holding his hands out to give you a big hug, “Can you sleep with me tonight?”

“Not like that, right?  Like you got a good fill?  I don’t think I could get it hard for you,” you pinch his butt.  Keeping your head leaned over on his shoulder as the two of you walk out.  “How do you feel?”

“Like shit,” he hands over your phone, and gives you a big smile.  “What?”

“Who’s Frank?”

“Shut up.”

“Who is Frank?  I clicked out of that picture so fast.  I didn’t see anything, but a hairy chest, and those deep v’s on hips.  You two sending nudes?  Is he your next victim?”

“No!” You shout, slamming yourself into the backseat of the Uber.  “No, Frank is different.”

“But you’re sending pictures?”

“That just started,” TJ gives you an almost sad smile, and you lay your head back on his shoulder.  Wrapping both your arms around his one.  “I don’t want to rush into things with Frank.  He’s never been married.  He’s a professor.  He wants kids.  Knows that I have a kid.  And he scares me.”

“Why?” He leans over giving you a quick kiss to your head.  Your eyes blink close as a single tear falls down your face.

“Because, these other ones I’m talking to, I’m not really connecting with them, you know?  I’m talking to them, setting up dates, knowing it won’t be much.  Frank I talk to.  Frank I like.  Frank I don’t want just sex with.  But…what if he’s not Jack?”

“You won’t know, until you know.”

“You think I should make it work with Jack?”

“Make it work?  No.  That forcing bullshit never worked in the past.  I think you should let things progress with Jack the way they are.  Integrate him more with Finn.  Have your family dinner nights.  Don’t deny what’s happening with Frank or whoever else.  But let things grow organically with Jack.  He’s a good dad.  He’s a great guy.  He wasn’t the best husband.  I love Jack.  But he had his flaws, just like you should have been honest with him about what you knew and what you wanted from him.  You shouldn’t have asked for a baby to save your relationship.  There’s not a perfect timeline for you and Jack.  Grow in the way that your fast asses didn’t allow in the beginning.  Two months.  Pregnant.  Three months.  Married.  You guys didn’t know how to take things slow.  Take it slow now.”

“You’re right,” TJ usually was.  “It feels…comforting having Jack be with me and Finn.”

“That’s his dad.”

“Yeah.”

“But you still want him as your partner?” You nod your head, ready to cry on his chest.  “It’s okay to want it, and to be scared of it, and want to explore other options.  Don’t feel guilty about needing to make sure that Jack is who you want.”

“What if he doesn’t want to wait on me to decide?”

“Then,” he says, opening his door.  “He really isn't who you were supposed to be with.  For what it’s worth, I’m pretty sure Jack is set on making things work.  But unless you're willing to forgive everything that happened in the past.  Push it back and let it go, don’t go there, okay?  Now Oreos and milk?”

“Please,” you pout as he drags you in the house.  Stopping in the kitchen, while you strip out of your clothes on the way to the bedroom.  Tossing aside your heels, and you grab one of Jack’s shirts and some clean panties.  Jumping in the bed, and TJ appears with a pack of Double Stuf Oreos and a glass of milk to share.  Stripping down to nothing but his boxer briefs.

He doesn’t make a comment about the shirt that you’re wearing.  Never says anything about how it smells like Jack’s smoky cologne.  He is just there for you.  Letting you cling tight to him when you’ve had your fill of cookies.  TJ was such a good friend, he didn’t make a comment about the tears you were spilling on his chest, and trying not to make a sound.  He knew you were hurting and conflicted.  So he was just there.

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Every Other Weekend, Part 4

Summary:  another date with Dean, but this time you get caught

Pairings:  Dean Winchester X Reader, Jack O’Malley X Callum Drift

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, some dirty talk, mentions of divorce, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.3K

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Jack leaves his son's side quickly to go into the interrogation room.  This was not at all what he signed on for.  Robyn knew the rules.  She was never to come here to see him under any circumstance.  And of course she would show up on a day that you were going to be here any minute, and a day that Finn was here.  

He slings the door open, and stands staring at her with his hands on his hips, “Jack, I, uh…why are you angry?”

“The correct question is why are you here?”

“I wanted to see you.  I thought…”

“Look,” Jack starts.  He looks out of the room to see that Cal’s massive body was blocking Finn’s view.  “I don’t know what you think this is, but…it’s not what you’re thinking.”

“What am I thinking?” Robyn asks.  Her mouth turns up to a devilish smirk.  “What exactly am I thinking Jackie?”

“I asked you never to call me that.  I asked you not to show up at my place of work.  You know that my son is here, and that my wife,” Robyn, makes a gasp looking up at him, “Yes, my wife.  You know she comes here to pick him up.  You are not to be here.”

“So I’m your dirty little secret?”

“What secret?”

“We’re dating.”

“No, we’re not,” Robyn nods her head a few times, and Jack slaps his hand on the desk.  “We’re not dating.  My wife and I are working through some things.”

“Then why the fuck are you calling me?  Why do we go out to eat when it’s not your weekend?  Why do you…”

“I get fucking lonely, okay?  And this was a mistake.  Of all people, it shouldn’t have been you I turned to, and I’m the fool for that.  But dating?  We haven’t even held hands, or kissed, and I’ve never even slept with you.  You’ve never stayed at my apartment.”

“Because anytime I ask, you tell me that you’ve got Finn, and I know for a fact you don’t.”

Jack stands up straighter, and takes a step back from her.  “How do you know?  You do not involve my child.”

“Maybe that’s why your wife is leaving you, Jack.  You want everything.  Want to fuck her, but you have better conversations with me.  You said that she always wanted something more from you.  Always wanted you to be at home when sometimes you wanted to be out with the guys.  I’d allow you to do that.  But you need to get a grip on reality, she’s leaving you.”

“I want you out of here.  I don’t want you to call me.  I don’t want you to show up at my work, and I want you to keep my wife and son out of your mouth.  They are no concern to you.  I let this go on for too long, knowing I never wanted to fuck you.  There’s the door.”

She walks to the door, and stops to turn around to look at him, “When she leaves you, do not come running to me for a wet place to put your dick.”

“Get.  Out!”

She walks out of the precinct, heading down the stairs when she spots you.  Looking up she gives you a quick smirk, and pulls her phone up to her ear, “Yeah, I’ll see you tonight since you won’t have the kid.”

You try to keep your head held high as you walk into the station.  Trying to ignore the fact that you were pretty sure she was the girl.  And if Jack was seeing her, then he could keep seeing her.  But to have her around your son, you couldn’t tolerate, and you wouldn’t.

Callum flicks the back of his partner’s head.  Jack groans briefly, but doesn’t move.  His friend sits at his desk beside him, staring at Jack, “Don’t say I told you so.”

“What happened?  She finally leave your sorry ass?”  Jack holds his hand up, and quickly shoots Callum a bird.  “Jack, that woman was where your son was.”

“I didn’t ask her to be here.”

“That woman was where your wife was going to be,” Jack sits up, and kicks his feet on the desk, turning his face to glare at Callum.  “Okay, let’s play devil’s advocate here.  Say you went into her salon, and she’s cutting some guy’s hair.”

“She always does that.”

“But say Finn is sitting in the break room, and the man whose hair she’s cutting is the man that she has been dating.  And try to deny it, Jack.  She’s dating someone.  Fowler is already trying to get in her pants, but she is genuinely having fun with a man that isn’t you.  But that man is sitting in her chair, and…”

“I’m not dating Robyn.  I was never dating Robyn.  That was never my intention with her.  She worked at the DA’s office, and it was easy to talk to her about work.”

“You should have been doing that with your wife,” Jack dramatically rolls his eyes, slamming his face back down on the desk.  “Jack, you turned to another woman with your problems.  Don’t you think that your wife would have wanted to hear that?  Listen to that?  She loved you.  And she’s trying to make sense of this.  Trying to find herself, and who knows what she thinks happened.  What she does know, is you put someone else first before her and Finn.  That woman was here, and she saw her.  It doesn’t matter about what happened, because what did happen was enough, and it hurt her.”

The two sit in silence for a moment, before Jack lifts his phone up.  He reads the text slowly, before he narrows his eyes at Cal.  He gives the man a once over, before sending a text back.  “Why are we texting?”

“Because, instead of finding a woman to hover over, you’re dating me.  The fair is in town this weekend, and it's your weekend to have my little buddy.  So, we’re going to get out, you’re going to have a good time.  And you’re not going to think about how that might have been the end of your marriage,” Jack throws a wadded piece of paper over towards Cal, who sticks his foot out, and pushes his chair back.  “Maybe you won’t screw our dates up.”

“You know I don’t have Finn with me, right?” You ask as Dean pulls into the fairgrounds.  “Like honestly, the last time I went to the fair without my son was…”

“With me, huh?” He gives you that boyish sweet smile, and you nod over at him.  “It’ll be fun.  We can go on the Ferris wheel, and the boat, and there’s the fun house, and we’ll eat disgusting but still delicious fair food, and I’m going to win you a huge stuffed bear.”

“Okay, fine.  I’ll make the most of this as long as you promise we can go back to your place afterwards, and watch Netflix or something,” you hope that he was understanding what you were implying, and he nods excitedly.

“Yes!  There’s a new movie on there I’ve really been wanting to watch,” you hoped Dean wasn’t as oblivious as you were now believing, but you were sure getting him alone at his place would make things easy to be hot and heavy.

You actually enjoy walking through the fair with him.  You felt like you were in high school again, and even the way he timidly put his hand in yours made you look quickly down at the two of you.  It seriously was just like highschool.  Getting to the games, you drop his hand for him to throw baseballs at a target.

“You’re not eighteen anymore, Dean.”

“I still got it,” he throws a ball right in the center, but the target doesn’t fall back.  “That’s a bunch of horse shit.  I hit that.”

“Congratulations.  Here’s a toy,” the operator gives him the most adorable small bear, and he holds it out to you with a frown.

“It’s perfect,” you giggle at him.  He pulls you along to the Ferris wheel, his arms wrapped around your shoulders, while he rests his chin on your head.  Waddling up to the bucket before they help the two of you get it.

His arm goes around you quickly, and he pulls you in close.  Waiting until they stop you at the top when those candy apple green eyes turn to look at you, “What do you think of the view up here?”

“It’s beautiful,” you whisper, but never look at the view, just at him in front of you.  “Dean,” his hand tightens around your shoulder, and he brings you in for a bruising kiss.  Your hands card through his hair, while his other hand steadily moves up your thigh.  Forgetting the outside world, while you enjoy this moment.

His tongue rubs over your lips, and you hungrily invite him in.  The tangy lemonade still lingering on his tongue, and you didn’t think it was possible, but he pulls you even closer.  Nearly on top of him when Jack looks up at the ride gawking.  

“What are you…uh!” Cal shouts, moving to stand in front of Finn and his friend.  “I did not ever expect you to have front row seats to her date.”

“That’s the gym teacher!  Winchester,” Jack grunts out, and looks back at Finn who was just talking up a storm to his friend.  “That’s who she’s dating?  A Gym teacher?”

“Wait, the one that you met at the school when Finn had a bloody nose?”  Jack brings his thumb and forefinger up to his temple needing to think for a moment.  He wanted to think about a lot of things, and none of which involved Dean basically groping you in front of a crowd.  His hand sliding up and down your thigh, and dipping in between your legs.

“Could he not?” Jack says as the ride goes back up. Dean’s hand sliding completely up against your core, and you lean even more into him. “I don’t like this. I wanna go home.”

“We just got here. From the looks of it, they’re not staying much longer,” Jack’s body turns to face Callum, and the bigger man grabs his stomach laughing. “I shouldn’t make fun of your misery, but your wife is a catch. Isn’t he an ex?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Makes sense. It’s easier to rebound with someone you’ve already slept with.”

“What?” Jack’s voice goes up an octave, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Jack, come on man.  That woman thinks you’ve been sleeping with Robyn.  She needs to feel good again.  Not sappy crying good, but someone that makes her feel she’s the only one on the roster.”

“She was,” Jack looks back at Finn, just to make sure that he and his friend were still there, but to see if they had noticed you on the ride.  They were both deep in conversation about some Pokémon or other, and paying no mind.  “She was it.”

“Quit lying to yourself, bud.  You brought this on yourself.  Let her figure out what she wants to do in her time.  So she sleeps with him,” your estranged husband rolls his eyes, and then turns to glare back at you freely giving yourself to Dean.  “You’re not together, she’s cut you off.  Or she goes after Nick, Ow,” Cal grabs his arm after Jack hits him.  “Foul.  Don’t hit.”

“That’s not even funny.”

“Let it go.  This is your own undoing.  The bigger question is how are you going to keep the little man from seeing his mom all flustered and panting from his gym teacher?”

The ride stops, and you bite your lip, looking up at Dean, “Can we leave?”

“Yep,” his voice was raw as he holds your hand stepping off the Ferris wheel.  “We’ll go wherever…”

“Mom?” You stop in your tracks, trying to get past the line, but there your beautiful son was, and your equally handsome soon to be ex husband.  “What are you doing here?  And with Coach Winchester?”

“I’m not here with Coach Winchester.  I came here with Susan, and she ditched me, and I really wanted to ride the Ferris wheel, and Dean was here,” Jack can’t even meet your eyes.  He saw you, and it only made you stand taller.  “Dean, it was very nice to see you out, but maybe I’ll see you at school.”

“Right,” he smiles nodding his head, “Finn, I’ll see you Monday,” he walks away from you, and you start to leave as well, but Jack grabs your arm.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“At least I don’t pretend to be in love with you, while sleeping with another woman.”

“I wasn’t and have not slept with her.”

“Then maybe you should call her up next weekend.  Or maybe she only likes taken men.  Good luck with that,” you push his hand off you, and give Finn a quick hug before stomping off to find Dean, hoping that his place wasn’t far from here.

“Jack, I don’t even want to hear it.  I want to get on this ride with you, and pretend that this didn't happen.  I warned you.  She warned you, hell, your mom warned you.  I hope she has fun tonight.”

“I hate you.”

“Not as much as she hates you right now.  You gave her fuel to…”

“Shut up!  The last thing I need is an image of my wife having angry sex with the gym teacher,” Cal gives him a smile as he sits in the bucket.  Giving the seat a little tap for Jack to join him.  “She’s with the gym teacher, and I’m stuck with you.”

“You know, all those nights you were stuck with me, while she was in bed alone should have prepared you for this,” Jack spots you quickly, wanting to look away, but he can’t.  He’s sure that it isn’t love that you were feeling for Dean, but there was definitely an animalistic attraction.  The ride on the Ferris wheel showed him exactly what was going to happen, but he hated himself.  Not you.

“She’s really gone isn’t she?”

“You’re judging this because of the gym teacher?” Jack nods his head.  His eyes following you towards the fairground exit.  “She’s not going to marry that man.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Oldest saying in the book.  The best way to get over a man is to get under another.  Meet her another.  She may end up regretting it.  He’s more into her than she is him, but honestly, he’s just an idiot.  She’s still married, and he thinks he’s going to marry her or have a lasting relationship.  It honestly is what it is.  You need to worry about the storm that comes after him,” Jack turns to look at him with wide eyes, “Oh, come on.  She thinks you cheated on her.  She’s getting out there, and she’s either going to find someone, or she’s going to realize that you are worth putting up with.”

“I’m not.”

“Then, I’d say get ready for a long winter.  A long cold one, but then again, sometimes Santa Claus makes Christmas miracles happen.”

“Well, if you see him, tell him I want my wife back for Christmas.  I’ll do anything.  Whatever she wanted,” Jack follows you and Dean all the way out to his car, and Callum can’t help but smile.  His eye twinkles for a moment, and he hopes that Jack means what he says he means, because life can be funny sometimes.

You push Dean past his door, your lips connecting to any part of his body.  Both of your fingers begin a near fight to see who could get clothes off fastest.  Getting an article of clothing off only for your bodies to push back up against each other.  Your fingers push off his shirt, and you run your hands up his chest, but he pushes you off him.  

“My god, you still look amazing.  Better.  You’re curvier.”

“Shh,” you tell him quickly as you undo his button.  “Where’s the bedroom?” Dean wraps his hands around your ass, before lifting you up.  Letting your covered core feel his bulge, and your body searches for any type of relief.  Hunching on him as he carries you into the room.  “Condom?”

“Yeah, I got you,” he tosses you on the bed, and while he reaches for the rubber, you shimmy out of your panties, and he stops, staring at your naked body.  Your swollen folds slippery and glistening.  

You smirk at him, and run your hand over your slit, biting at your lip, “Dean, I promise you it’s much better from the inside.  Just put the condom on.”

He puts the packet in between his teeth, ripping an opening.  Pulling the latex out, he slowly rolls it on his length.  You weren’t the only one that had changed in all those years.  Dean was now a man, and he knew how attractive he was.  Still had that rugged boyish charm, but that deep gravelly voice traveled straight to your pussy, “Dean, I’m waiting.”

He grabs at your ankle, and jerks you down the bed.  Flipping your body around, and lifts you up to your knees.  Flattening his hand out, he gives your pussy a few slaps.  Hitting it over and over again, before one abrupt push has him balls deep into your cunt, and you mewl in desperation.  

It had been so long since you had anyone else’s cock, that this felt foreign.  He was thick.  While he was deep, it was comfortable.  He slowly pulls himself out, before snapping his hips back into you.  Letting your fingers cling to the blanket, and you turn to look back at him.  He was only staring at where the two of you connected.  

Watches every time that he pulls out, and your walls hug him so tightly.  Pounding into your ass harshly, and he grabs at your hips.  Going even harder with the added leverage.  There was nothing he loved more than your hands trying to find something to grip to.  You were arching yourself more, wanting him to hit every part of you.  

This was not the sweet love making from years past, this was manic and hard.  Even the way he wrapped an arm around you to play with your clit.  Moaning when your juices drip onto his palm.  “Did I make you that wet, honey, or is your cunt that needy?  Fuuck! You’re squeezing me so tight.  You missed me didn’t you?”

You just wanted to feel the pleasure.  Wanted to ignore anything he was saying.  “I knew it.  We were meant to be,” what?  “It’s like the universe brought us back together.  And perfect timing.”

“Dean…”

“It’s okay.  I feel it.”

“That’s just my cunt because I’m about to cum.”

“No.  I feel the warmth radiating off of you.”

“Again…my cunt.  Dean, fuck me harder.”

“Ugh,” he grunts as he slams into you even harder.  Your arousal leaks onto the bed, and you let out a pornographic scream.  Arching your back as complete euphoria takes over your body.  Bliss settles over you, and he starts to change his pace.  

This wasn’t going to work out.  You push and pull yourself on his cock instead.  Getting the perfect angle and speed.  Slamming your cunt onto his cock, and you start to see stars.  You were pissed.  Pissed at Jack for trying to ruin your evening.  Pissed at Dean for making this more than it was, and pissed at yourself for thinking your first love was going to be the answer.

Whimpering out in your anger and pleasure, your legs start trembling as you gush over his cock, “Dammit,” you scream.  Crawling off of him, you grab his hand and yank him on the bed.  You were a grown woman and knew how to take control.  You settle over his cock.  Riding him with your face pointing at the ceiling.  This wasn’t how you wanted the evening to go.

You wanted to be fucked.  Face down on the pillow.  Fucked so hard you went stupid.  And now you were having to do all the work.  Your thoughts run rampant in your mind, because Jack had to plant that little seed in your brain.  You still loved him, and that pissed you off.  It pissed you off because you knew you deserved better than a man that would run around on you.  A man that would have his mistress at his work and around his son.  Pissed because this was hard, and it sucked.

“Right there.  Right there, baby.  I wanna fill you up.  Never did that.  Let me do it.”

“Shut up!” You scream at Dean, still unable to look at him.  You cry through your anger.  Your tears only provoke another orgasm.  Dean’s own head tilts back, and he chirps as he lets himself go.  You slow your bounces to a steady grind before you come down from your high.  Looking down at Dean somehow made this worse.  You could never give him all that he was wanting.  You didn’t work out with him for a reason.  You just wanted an easy lay.

Crawling off of him, you go to gather your clothes, “Where are you going?”

“Home.”

“What?  Why?  You’ll be there alone.”

“I need to be alone right now,” he starts to say something, but you push your finger up against his mouth.  “Don’t go chasing after me.  I can’t do this.  I don’t want what we had when we were kids.  I don’t want to go in reverse, or visit the past.”

“We’ve had fun these past few weeks.”

“Dean, I can’t be the woman you want me to be.  You understand that, right?  I can’t pretend that I’m not angry and hurt by Jack.  I don’t want to be that vulnerable with you.  This lovesick moment you cooked up in your head, can’t happen with me.”

“But you're my girl.”

You give him a soft smile, and lean down to kiss his lips gently.  “I’ll always be your girl.  But that girl grew up, and she’s now a woman.  With a child and a divorce on the horizon.  I’m not who I used to be, and I’m not apologizing for my growth, because I’ll continue to grow, and so will you.  You deserve someone that will be this submissive wife to you.  That doesn’t have the baggage I have.  And one day, you’ll have that.”

“I could have it with you,” his pouty face always got you, and you had to look away shaking your head.  “I could.”

“That’s not me anymore, Dean.  Take care of yourself, and don’t take this out on my son.  Everything I do always has to benefit him.  You’re not just dating me, you’ll eventually date him, and you have never asked about him.  Never talked about him.  You get snippy if I have to leave to get him.  He is my everything.  And one day, when a woman gives you that, you’ll understand.  But I can’t have someone look at Finn as an annoyance.  Take this for what it was.  Two people who were once in love fuck one last time.  And it felt good.”

You give him one more final kiss before booking you a ride.  You hated that you had to possibly hurt someone to spread your wings, but you never gave Dean any indication that you wanted anything serious.  He still didn’t fulfill your need for just hard pounding sex.  You pull out your phone, and send a message to Nick, ‘Two weeks from today, I could use a night.’

One night?

‘That’s all I want.’

I can provide that.

You look at your other messages, but click off to text Frank.  He was the only one that you gave your personal number to.  ‘Vacation anywhere in the world, where would it be?’

Puerto Rico.  Good food.  Sun.  Don’t need a passport.  And could spend all day doing nothing.  Or drinking.  Or eating.  There’s water, and boats, complete fun.  You?

‘I like your answer.’

If you had to live anywhere else in the world where would it be?

‘Somewhere out west in the middle of nowhere so I didn’t have anyone to bother me.  You?’

Anywhere where I could be in the middle of nowhere is fine with me.

You click out of the message to send one to TJ, ‘I need wine!’

The dick not that good?

‘He thought we were going to get back together.’

I’m bringing pizza and caramel M&Ms.  Also bringing Nutella and Biscoffs.

‘I love you Teej.’

Did he at least wear something?  I don’t want another oopsie baby even if I love Finn with all my heart.  Next baby I want you to be completely in love.

‘Yes.  Now bring me junk food.’

Jack peeks into his son’s bedroom to find him and his friend passed out, and trash was everywhere.  One look at him was the only confirmation he needed to prove that once upon a time you and Jack truly loved each other.  He thinks about when you and him were the happiest.  Had learned to make a few hookups, turned family work out.  

He gathers up the trash out of the floor, throwing a blanket on each boy, before he leaves.  Checking his phone to only see desperate texts from Robyn.  He clicks on her info before blocking the number all together.  He didn’t care what you were going through right now, he would prove that he could be both the father and husband that you deserved.  No matter what.  

You were made for him, and he was made for you.  He didn’t care if it took until the divorce was final for you to realize that.  He was going to be the partner he should have been all along.  Seeing you with Dean had hurt him more than anything he could realize.  You looked awkward and foreign in his arms, and he finally understood the pain he caused you when you had to see the calls and texts that were being sent to Robyn.  You wouldn’t be seeing them anymore, and that was a promise.  And one he would keep.

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Every Other Weekend, Part 8

Summary:  You have an unexpected visitor

Pairings:  Captain Syverson X Reader, TJ Hammond X Jack O’Malley X Callum Drive

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  mild language, mentions of stalking and harassment, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.8K

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“Hey?” You hear TJ’s voice, but you continue mindlessly loading the dishwasher.  The events of that day hadn’t left your mind.  They were so fresh, and still so real.  

“Hello?” It wasn’t just the chase which had scared you into deleting that fucking app, but it was afterwards.  You had tried to push aside the feelings you had for Jack.  Didn’t want to give him that kind of power over you yet.  But seeing him be openly supportive of you, never questioning your motives, never making you feel guilty, and even standing up to his mother; it was something you didn’t think you would ever see.

TJ says your full name, and you stop your motions, staring at him, but he was all blurry.  It was like looking at him through a filter, so you blink your eyes a few times, and fully focus on him.  “You okay?”

“I’m fine.  I am fine.  Yeah, I’m fine.”

“That sounded like someone that was fine,” TJ answers sarcastically, curling his nose up, looking at you.  “Hey, what’s going on through your pretty little head?”

You shrug, going back into that weird halfway awake world.  A world you can go through the motions, but you aren't fully alert.  “What are we doing today?” TJ hisses through his teeth and you whine a moment, “What?”

“We aren’t doing anything?”

“Why?”

“You know why.  This is the annual men’s shopping day.”

You roll your eyes starting to walk back into your bedroom, “It’s fucking October.  Do it another day.”

“Can’t.  Your baby daddy and Cal suck at buying gifts.  So Teej is there to help them.”

You know it’s wrong to do, but you pout up at him, trying to get tears to fill your eyes, and he actually laughs, “But you’re my best friend.”

“We’ve been doing this since you were pregnant with Finn.  They suck at gifts.  I had to help them.  Besides, Finn looks forward to this, too.  And We’re taking Brody.”

“You guys are mean.  I wanted to drink beer and watch movies with you.”

“Come with us then,” you shake your head no.  Not that you didn’t want to go, but because TJ helped them with gifts every year, and it had became their thing.  Even when Finn couldn’t talk, those three always went shopping with a baby.  Taking turns carrying him on the chest while he giggled, squealed, and sometimes cried.  Even if you had to get him because he needed his mama.  They never missed this.  They tried to get it done earlier, in case they had to go again at a later date.  Plus, seeing Jack in that familiar setting again was going to make the feelings swirling around you that much worse, and you were already struggling to set that boundary.  “You don’t have to fight it.”

“Ugh,” you start to protest, but thankfully the doorbell has you going back to the front door, with TJ right on your tail.  Since that day, he hadn’t let you do anything alone anymore.  Ready to say something else to you, but you sling the door open, and look the large man up and down.  “Silas?  Sylvester?”

“Syverson,” he says, putting his hand out for you to shake, “Sy is fine, too.”

“Why are you here, and how did you know where I lived?” He pulls out your tiny little card wallet that you had on you. Your ID and debit card still stuck in there, it must have fallen out in his backseat when he drove you and Jack to the station.  Reaching out to grab it, you thank him quickly.  “I should seriously thank you for what you did.  Buy you a coffee or something,” TJ clears his throat, and you elbow him in the stomach.  “I mean, you did save my life.”

“Uh,” he looks between you and TJ and nods his head, “Okay.  We’ll go get some coffee.  What about him?”

“He’s going shopping with my son, ex, and his best friend.  Teej,” he gives you two solid blinks, and you look back at Sy, “You want to drive or me?  Or meet?”

“How about we just meet there?  It’ll give you more sense of control.”

“I’m going to grab my coat,” you say walking back towards your room.  Leaving Sy out of the porch when TJ corners you.

“What are you doing?”

“Coffee.”

“You’re going on a date with the big man,” You laugh, shaking your head even more.  “Keep your locations on.  Head to the coffee shop by the mall, we’ll be there just in case.  Do not leave with him.  And for Christ sake keep it in your pants.”

“I didn’t sleep with Jax.”

“When did you have time?”

“I don’t want to have sex,” TJ smirks at you, and you nudge his arm.  “Stop that.”

“You don’t want to have sex, because you’re waiting on Jack’s thick cock to rail into you,” you give him another nudge on his arm, and start to walk away.  “It’s okay.  Make him jealous.  Do what you need to do, but that man is in it now.  If you want his cock that bad, you could have it.  You’ve got him simping for you now.  I’ll lock up.  Enjoy your coffee with that giant man.”

This is not a date, you send to TJ.  Smiling over at Sy.  He was a precious man, but this was no date.  

What?  How is it not a date?  Details woman!  DETAILS!!!!!!

Thanking him had given Sy the ability to be open and honest with you.  It was like his words were pouring out of his mouth before he realized what he was even saying.  He wasn’t sure why he felt comfortable with you, possibly the whole saving your life, but he did.  

“I don’t know who that man was, but there was something there.  And it made me think of my relationship,” someone was always bringing up that there was something there between you and Jack.  Like you didn’t know there was.  Like you couldn’t feel it.  But they didn’t know how you felt during those dark days.  They didn’t know how you felt like just a common whore for him to use.  

“So you got a fiance?  Girlfriend?” You give him a kind smile, sipping your coffee, anything to move the direction away from Jack.

“Girlfriend.  A few years actually.  She…She’s been amazing during my tours.  Waited for me until I got back, and I only give her part of me.  Never all that she deserves.”

“Why?”

He rolls his fingers on the table before scratching at his beard.  Leaning back more into the seat as he looks up at you, “Army man.  I always leave.”

“I feel if she’s been with you for a few years she knows this about you.  She wants something more serious, and you’re holding back?”

“Yeah.  She started talking about babies, and marriage, and I want that.  But she deserves more than me.  Our kids would deserve more than me.  I love her.  But when is love enough?  What if she finds someone else, while I’m on tour.  Or if I get killed.  I left her and a kid behind.”

“Hmm, you’ve thought about kids with her?” He nods his head.  He was precious.  He was asking the right questions, and clearly wanted a woman’s perspective without talking to his girlfriend, even though it involved her.  “I think, if she didn’t understand those risks, she wouldn’t have hung around.  I think her mentioning kids and marriage is because she wants the long run with you, come what may.  I’m not going to pretend to understand the ins and outs of dating someone military, but if a woman has stayed with you through that while dating, she’s made her decision.  Can you see her having that with someone else?”

His eyes darken, and he lets out a bit of a grunting no, “Then why are you punishing her and yourself?”

Jack stops in his tracks, looking over the parking lot.  He had studied you enough to know that it was you sitting with that man.  He gives his head a scratch, looking back at Finn and Brody as they take an arcade break. The two boys were playing some racing game, “How the hell did she find him?”

“Who?  What?  Is that?” Cal squints his eyes looking over to the two of you, and Sy grabs your cup, standing up with it, while the both of you walk back inside.  “He’s a giant.  He’s bigger than me.  She comes up to right here on me,” he taps his arm below his shoulder, making sure that Jack saw him.  Noting how you were even shorter compared to Sy.

“It’s not a date.”

“That’s not even her type.  Clearly my wife has a type.  We all look the same.”

Cal’s eyes roam up and down Jack’s body.  Laughing because he just couldn’t take his eyes off you.  Trying to see if you were touching him, you were not.  See if you were laughing, no, but you were smiling.  Seeing if you did that thing where you leaned into his body, no you weren’t.

“Yeah, basic white man that wears a bunch of clothes.  A bit scruffy, and a bit of messy hair.”

“It’s not a date,” TJ groans again, only looking at the two boys.  Getting annoyed at Jack’s constant need to punish himself by watching you anytime he saw you with another man.  “She deleted the app.”

“I can’t compete with that.  He also has an accent.”

“He probably thinks you have an accent,” Cal reminds him.  The two of you emerge from the coffee shop with more coffee in tow, and even an extra cup, and pastries.  “He likes coffee.”

“It’s because it’s not a date.  His girlfriend is about to join them.”

“What?” Jack finally says looking towards TJ, “What do you know?”  

“I know that he returned her ID and debit card.  She offered coffee.  She texted and said this wasn’t a date, that the man was having a crisis with his girlfriend.  Oop,” he looks down at his phone, but chooses not to divulge that information.  Anyone around you and Jack knew that you two were completely and madly in love.  And the conversations with Sy had made you feel that even more.

“What?”

“Nope.  Best friend confidentiality.  Jack.  Your phone is going off again,” Jack looks down at his phone, but shoves it back in his pocket.  His eyes dart around the arcade, spotting his son before he lets out a dramatic sigh.  “Jack?”

“We can’t let Finn and Brody out of our sight.”

“I haven't’ looked away from them.  We’ve been told we’ll be castrated if anything happens to Finn.  Who is texting you?” TJ tries to grab at Jack’s phone, but he swats his hand away.  “Jack?”

“Robyn.  She won’t fucking leave me alone.  I block her number only for her to get a new one.  I told her we were through.  She didn’t take it well.  And since she saw Sharkie at the precinct and left with me, and saw that I didn’t leave our house, it’s gotten worse.”

“She saw you.  At your house.  That you and your wife share.  And she knows you didn’t leave.  Give me the phone,” Jack shakes his head no, and TJ holds out his hand, “Give it to me.”

“Why?”

“Harassment and stalking are illegal.  And why are you saying that we need to watch the boys?  Is she threatening our son?  I’m using the word our, because if you mess with Finn, you get more than just you, but you get TJ and Cal.  Give me the damn phone,” Jack hands him his phone, and TJ flips through the back to back messages.  Checking to see how many numbers Jack had blocked.  “She works at the DA’s office?”

“Yep.”

“Hmm, maybe it’s time for good ole Judge Hammond to make an appearance.  Mom was talking the other day of how she misses her only grandson since me and Dougie won’t give her any,” Jack shakes his head no, mentioning something about losing her job.  “She’s here and she’s watching Finn.  Oh lookie there, another message about how she sees your ‘cunt wife with another man because she’s a psycho whore’.  She doesn’t deserve that job.  She’s standing around watching us.  My mom can allude to charges, if she doesn’t go away quietly.  This bitch could ruin your marriage for good.”

“You can’t use your mom and dad to do your evil deeds,” Cal smiles, nodding his head because he knew that Elaine Hammond would do anything to protect Finn.  

“But having a prolific family that has claimed Finn as their own grandchild has its perks.  He’s right Jack,” Cal looks over their surroundings.  Seeing if he could spot the bitch herself, “This woman is crazy.  She’s escalating because you’re ignoring her.  Let Elaine make an appearance at the office with you and Finn. Robyn will understand how protected you guys are.  I would assume she knows that Bud is a senator, too.  Everyone knows Judge Hammond.”

“Yeah, fine,” Jack says as he walks over to the boys.  Telling them that time was up, and they needed to continue on their shopping trip.  Looking back quickly to your table, and can’t help, but smile.  There you were standing up hugging some woman before she sits down beside Sy.  Her hand resting on his thigh, while the other rubs on his back.  This wasn’t a date.  And now he could leave without the doom that covered his head with each date.

“And he just pulled you off that motorcycle?” The second you nod your head, Chelsea was turning to look up at her boyfriend with her eyes glowing.  “Babe, I knew it was good to have you around,” there was something that was so precious about watching her and him constantly have their hands on each other.

She completely ignores her coffee and pastry as she rubs over his thigh and back.  His own mitt sized hand on the thigh that was furthest away from him, pulling her body closer to his.  Even with his fears of leaving her behind, he didn’t want her far away from him.  Leaning into her body to kiss right behind her ear, and you look down at the table to give them privacy.

“So what’s your story?” She asks excitedly after having to push him away.  “You knew the cops that were chasing the motorcycle?”

“Yeah, he’s my…estranged husband.  Divorce hasn’t been finalized yet.”

“Oh,” Chelsea looks up at Sy confused.  “I thought…I didn’t know, I’m sorry.”

“We’re on good terms,” you feel your mood start to change, but there was something cathartic about talking to strangers about your relationship, or lack there of.  “I’ve been dating around, but…I keep searching for him.  They have one quality of him.  The look, the passion, but they’re never him.  We’re just…not good.  We’ve been better since the split.  He’s a great father.”

“Oh! A kid!  How old?” Chelsea looks up at Sy, her eyes grow a bit distant, and leans over on his shoulder.  “I love kids.  Kindergarten teacher.  I can’t help it,” her caressing of his thigh slows down, before completely stopping, “I want kids,” Sy clears his throat, whispering something in her ear.

“What was that?” Not that they owed you an explanation on what was being said, but you were of course curious.  The more children issue was always one of yours and Jack’s biggest.

“We’re talking about you.  How old is your kid?”

“He’s seven,” you loved your son.  Would have loved to have more just like him.  Your sweetest baby was not much of a baby anymore.  Growing up too fast.  “Almost eight.  He’s the reason we got married.  Jack — he didn’t want to tell his mom we were expecting, and not married.  So we had a shotgun wedding.”

She pulls a hand off Sy, extending it over the table, “You still love him though,” there was no question to it.  She was making a clear statement.  “I see it in your eyes.  So you’re dating around, why?”

“Chels.”

“No, I feel like when someone saves your life, you’re bound together forever.  And seeing how we are bound together, too, well, we’re all connected.  Why are you refusing to date your husband?”

You take a slow sip of your coffee, trying to find the best way to articulate your feelings.  It definitely wasn’t that you didn’t want to be with Jack.  Hell, each day that passed you wanted to be with him more than ever.  “You’re afraid he’s going to hurt you again?”

“Yeah, and I need to know that is who I want.  In a moment of vulnerability we’re great.  He’s great, but there are times I remember the ugly.  Times that I remember how low I felt.  I would rather things be like this between me and him, and my child not having to hear us argue.  The only thing he wishes is that Jack was there in the mornings, or that I was at his dad’s in the morning.  It’s not just me I’m looking out for.  Even in dating.  I did the stupid dates that I knew wouldn’t work.  They couldn’t be what I needed and Finn needed.  Now, if I date, they’re going to have to be genuine, and I need them to want me and my son.  And deal with an ex-husband.  But back to you guys. How did you two meet?”

“Miss Stone,” Elaine emphasizes ‘miss’ as she walks up to Robyn’s desk.  “I asked you to gather some files for me.  Did you happen to get them,” Robyn puts on her sickeningly sweet smile as she hands over the files to Elaine.  She never liked Robyn.  After a phone call from her son, she liked her even less.  She knew there was something off and cloying about her.

Elaine’s perfectly manicured hands tap on the counter, looking at her annoyed with how slow she was going, “TJ!” She squeals as her son walks into the office.  “Finny!” The little boy runs up to her, hugging her around her waist.  Robyn looks up from her desk at Jack, before she nervously looks back down.

“Jack, how’s your little problem going?  You need me to point you in the right direction of a lawyer?  Stalking and harassment are serious charges,” Robyn clears her throat, before standing and walking towards the break room, “Is everything okay Miss Stone?”

“Yeah,” she squeaks out.  “Everything is fine, Judge Hammond.  I”m just going to take an early break.”

“You do that, dear.  Finny, how about your handsome dad and beautiful uncle TJ take your Yiyi to work?”

“I can say your name now, Yiyi.”

“Please don’t.  When you make yourself older, I feel older,” she winks up at Jack, pulling the man closer to her as TJ chases Finn out to the car.  “If she makes one more call or text to your phone, or you see her near my grandson and your wife again, I’ll get Andy to slap every charge on her that I can.  You got yourself into a mess with a crazy one.  But I applaud you for blocking her.  It’s never easy to get rid of the crazy ones.  She saw you coming, Jack.  She played you a fool, and it’s costing you your marriage.  But you can fix it.  There is still time for my favorite love birds, plus, you kinda make these beautiful kids, and I’m not getting any younger, and my boys aren’t giving me any kids, and neither is Cal, so make this work.  And give us all a baby.”

Jack smiles sheepishly, stuttering as they walk out of the building, “Jackson O’Malley, don’t you want to fully be able to enjoy a pregnancy?  See her swollen with your child, and you get to enjoy every minute of it?  Have her cutting men’s hair with you growing inside of her?  You can deny it, but as much as you love your son, you telling me you haven’t ever thought about another one?”

“I’ve always been afraid I’d screw them up,” Elaine scoffs, looking at Jack.  Rolling her eyes, and then she looks back at Finn laughing as TJ tries to tickle him.  

“You and her made a happy baby.  One that has remained pretty happy despite everything that was going on.  That kid — he’s a product of the two of you.  And your village, and I am so happy to be a part of that village.  Jack, we all screw our kids up in some way.  But that’s life.  We just help them learn how to navigate those difficult times, and somehow you two have managed to do that with Finn.  You have made this separation as smooth as possible for him.  But there’s still hope for you two.  I’m not saying my adopted daughter is finished with dating.  I’m saying she’s going to date until she finds someone that she thinks could replace you.  That’s why they’ve failed.  Head high.  Keep reminding her of why she fell in love.  And let’s go eat.”

“Thanks, Elaine,” Jack was sincere in his words.  Elaine was a mother to all of them, and always had the most sound advice.  She never let her emotions get too involved.  She spoke diplomatically, and if she believed that it could work out.  It could.  “And besides, Santa Cal will be coming in a few months.  Finn is convinced that Cal actually knows Santa.”

“Hmm,” Elaine shrugs her shoulders.  “Maybe.  How about, you tell Cal to meet us for lunch.  And just feed me.  I’m getting hungry and have a meeting in an hour.  If I’m hungry, I’m angry.  I’d really hate to see your mistake when I’m angry.  I won’t wait for her to text or call.”

Jack shoots a quick text to Cal before yelling to Finn and TJ.  He opens the door for Elaine, before walking to the other side.  He wasn’t sure why, possibly the finality of Robyn’s harassment, or the fact he did believe that the two of you had a chance, but he had a calm surrounding him.  Had thoughts of renewing your vows, maybe even getting a real wedding this time.  Thoughts of bringing up the subject of kids to you — if you were both aware you were back together.  

He looks back at Finn in the mirror quickly, he really was an awesome kid.  He had to take some credit in that, even if you were the one that deserved most the credit.  Knowing that you had deleted the dating app, made him feel more comfortable with your safety, but also in knowing you were just about over the dating, or so he hoped.

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