#tj hammond x fem!reader

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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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Little Do You Know: 5

Pairing: TJ Hammond x fem!Reader

Story Summary: Soulmate AU. On your 21st birthday, you begin to hear the innermost thoughts of your soulmate. What will happen when your soulmate just so happens to be a drug addict struggling to recover? Did I mention that he may or may not be incredibly gay?

Warnings: bi!TJ, language, angst, feels, fluff, TJ being REALLY dreamy, Elaine being a bully, I think that’s it.

A/N: Here’s part 5 for you guys. I hope you enjoy it, and of course, there will be another part after this, it’ll be my Christmas present to you. 💖

“What?” You blink repeatedly, trying to process what TJ had just said. “My mom wants to have you over for Thanksgiving dinner.” He repeats, a lazy smile on his lips. You take in a deep breath, chewing the inside of your cheek. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” You ask, and his face falls. “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t it be?” You shrug, standing up from where you’re sitting on his couch. “I don’t really feel like being murdered by your mother, Teej… Especially on a holiday.” You tell him, earning a loud laugh. “My mom won’t hurt you, babe.. She just wants to officially meet you.” You rake your hand through your hair, forcing a small smile. “Do you promise not to leave me alone with her?” He chuckles again, standing and taking your hands in his, resting his forehead against yours. ‘She’s going to love you. As I do.’ His voice rings in your mind and you push out a shaky breath, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink. ‘I love you, too.’

TJ informs you that dinner will take place that evening, and that he’s also got a surprise for you. “C’mere.” He beckons you to follow him into his bedroom, and you cooperate, trailing behind him slowly. When you reach his bedroom, he heads into his closet, shuffling around for a moment before he comes back out, a beautiful dark red dress on a hanger in one hand and a pair of matching shoes in the other. Your mouth falls open slightly, eyes widening. “Teej.. You.. You didn’t have to do that..” You whisper as he comes closer, looking down at the dress before holding it out to you. “I know.. but I wanted to.” He says softly, watching carefully as you take the soft fabric from his hands. You run your fingers over it, sighing softly at the feeling. Velvet. “Why.. Why, Teej..? This was probably more than I make in a week.” He shrugs nonchalantly, a smirk on his lips. “I like spoiling you.” Your heart flutters when he reaches out to run his fingertips down your neck slowly.

“Get changed. I’ll wait in the living room.” He tells you before you can argue with him, knowing that you will, given the chance. He winks at you as he exits the room, pulling the door shut behind him. You let out a long, shaky breath once you’re finally alone. ‘Just put the fucking dress on. Pull yourself together.’ You hear his laughter from the other room and your cheeks flush in embarrassment. ‘I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to you being inside my head at all times.’ You let out an audible chuckle at yourself as you strip down, taking a quick look at yourself in TJ’s vanity mirror before grabbing the dress and slipping it on. You’re almost sure it won’t fit, but you’re surprised to find that it fits like a glove, hugging your body in all the right places. When you look at your reflection again, you’re in awe. “Holy hell..” You turn in circles, studying your frame from all angles before the reality sets in that you look fucking good. You don’t even realize how long you’ve been studying yourself when a light knock comes from the bedroom door. “You about ready, babe? Mom’s called twice already..” His voice is muffled, but you can still hear irritation in his tone. “Y-Yeah, I’ll be out in just a minute!” You called out, fluffing up your hair before slipping on your shoes and straightening out your dress. “You can do this..” You spoke softly, before taking a deep breath and walking out of his bedroom, nervous to see his reaction.

He turns to look at you and the butterflies in your stomach multiply by three. His eyes slowly rake up and down your body, his lips twitching in the corner when his eyes land on yours. “You look beautiful..” he breathes, making his way towards you, not even bothering to hide the fact that he can’t keep his eyes off of you. When he finally comes to a stop mere inches from you, he brings his hand up to trace over the exposed skin on your arm, his smile growing when you shiver under his touch. “Absolutely stunning.” He murmurs, dropping his head to press a soft kiss to your temple and lingering there for a moment. “Baby.. you’re shaking.” He whispers, both of his hands resting on your back as he pulls you against his chest. He’s so warm and inviting, you can’t help but melt against him. “Nervous..” you mumble into his chest, earning a chuckle from him. “I know.. it’s going to be okay, I promise. They’ll be on their best behavior… and if not..” he pauses, licking his lips with a shrug. “We can leave. I swear.” You look up from your hiding spot with a small pout. “And you’ll keep your father away from me..?” He lets out a loud laugh at this before he nods reassuringly. “He won’t lay a hand on you, you have my word.”

Arriving at the Hammond residence does nothing to calm your anxiety. It’s much bigger than you’re expecting, and there’s what seems like an army of fancy, expensive cars parked in the long, elaborate driveway. TJ senses your ever-growing nerves and rests his hand on your thigh, rubbing soothing circles into the fabric of your dress. “Deep breaths, baby.. they’re going to love you.”

TJ doesn’t bother knocking when you reach the front door, just walks right in, tugging you behind him. “TJ? Is that you?” You hear a woman call the moment the door closes behind you. “Yeah, mom.” He yells in reply, before looking over to you, his eyebrow cocked. ‘Don’t let her intimidate you.’ You lick your lips and nod slightly, forcing a small smile. “It’s about time!” You hear her shuffling across the floor and try to mentally prepare yourself to meet her. ‘You can do this. It’ll be easy. Just smile. Be charming.’ TJ snickers beside you and it takes everything in you not to smack him for it. When his mom rounds the corner into the foyer, your heart jumps into your throat.

You can see why people find her intimidating, now. Her eyes narrow as soon as they see the spot where your hand is connected to TJ’s and you reflexively release him. “You were supposed to be here over an hour ago.” She says through gritted teeth, her eyes finally meeting his. They stare at each other for a few moments in silence before she pulls him in for a tight hug. He tentatively wraps his arms around her, too, and a genuine smile lights up her face. “Thank you for coming.” She whispers, emotion evident in her voice. You suddenly feel as if you’re intruding on an intimate moment and avert your gaze, the stitching in your shoes suddenly becoming incredibly interesting. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, mom..” You hear him whisper in return and your heart swells.

It suddenly dawns on his mother that you’re standing there, too, and she pulls back, clearing her throat and returning to her statuesque self. “You must be Y/N.. TJ’s soulmate.” She states, holding her hand out for you to take. You do so, nodding slowly. “It’s a pleasure, Ms. Barrish.” You manage to squeak, her grip on your hand a bit tighter than you were comfortable with. “Please, call me Elaine. The pleasure’s all mine.” She flashes you a smile and releases your hand, turning to her son. “Dinners ready. We were waiting for you. Come.” She grabs his forearm and leads him through the house, leaving you to trail behind. TJ looks over his shoulder at you, mouthing ‘sorry’ with a shrug. You nod, ‘She’s just happy to see you. It’s okay.’ You weren’t sure if that’s really how you felt about the situation.

Dinner seems to go off without a hitch. Aside from being introduced to everyone, nobody really speaks to you directly. The majority of the conversation is being steered by TJ’s father, Bud, who seems to be doing his best to irritate Elaine. It’s working. “Dad, why don’t you help me clear the table, hm?” Dougie eventually asks, cutting off a snarky comment from his mother. If looks could kill, Dougie would have daggers in his head. “Well, why not.” Bud replies, standing up with an accomplished smile on his face. “I am a gentleman after all.” He throws you a wink and you immediately look down at the table, trying to hide your embarrassment. TJ stands up almost immediately, taking yours and his plates in hand. “I’ll help you.” He offers, though you can tell it’s through gritted teeth.

Soon, Anne and TJ’s grandmother also dismiss themselves from the table, leaving you alone with Elaine. You try your best not to stare. “Tell me, Y/N.. how did you meet my son?” She asks, staring down at you from the head of the table. “Well, um.. it’s a funny story actually.. I went to one of your fundraisers with a friend and.. there he was.” You tell her, an awkward chuckle coming out. You look up to find that her expression hasn’t changed - but she doesn’t look amused. “And you love him?” She asks, cocking an eyebrow. “We.. we’re soulmates..” you reply, eyes wide. “That doesn’t answer my question.” She points out, taking a small sip of her drink. “Do you love him?” She asks once more, putting more emphasis on each word. “I do.” Your answer is firm. “You know he can’t love you back, don’t you?” Her eyes are locked on yours and you feel your heart sink into your stomach.

“But, we-“ She cuts you off before you can even finish. “I know you love him. I know a lie when I hear one, and you, my dear, are telling the truth, but..” She pauses to take another sip of her wine. “You are too soft for him. You won’t be able to give him the stability he needs. He’ll realize that soon enough.. but you’re a nice girl, I’ll give you that.” You’re left speechless by her words, blinking repeatedly to keep tears from escaping your eyes. “I-I love him. He’s my soulmate, and I am his. I was made for him. So I’m sure that I was given the capability to be whatever it is that he needs.” She shakes her head, a soft smile on her lips. “You’re willing to fight for him, too.. that’s good. I like that about you..” She pauses, meeting your eyes once more. “But it won’t be enough. Thomas won’t love you.” “But he does!” You tell her, feeling more tears well up in your eyes at her words. “Does he? Has he ever told you that?” She asks, tilting her head the slightest bit. “Out loud?” You’re silent for a minute, trying to recall all of your interactions with TJ for the past few months. Had he ever said he loves you to your face? You couldn’t think of a single time. “That’s what I thought.” Elaine’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts. “Do yourself a favor, honey, and get out before you get much more attached to him.”

You open your mouth to reply, to tell her that you aren’t going anywhere, when Anne comes back into the room. Her eyes immediately dart to your face, which you’re sure is red with embarrassment. “Is everything alright?” She asks, looking back and forth between you and Elaine. “Everything’s fine, dear.” Elaine tells her with a sweet smile, but you can no longer hold your tongue. You stand slowly, forcing your best smile as you look at Elaine. “I love him. I don’t care what you think, I love him. And I’d like to think that he feels the same way about me.” A few tears have managed to sneak down your cheeks and you wipe them away quickly. “I don’t know what kind of person tries to get rid of their child’s soulmate, but I won’t play your game.” By this point, Dougie and Bud have returned to the room, hearing your voice raised. “TJ and I are meant for each other. You know that. It may not be easy all the time, but I’m damn sure it’ll be worth it.” The smile you’re wearing is genuine at this point, and you let out a small laugh. “And if you don’t like it, Elaine, then by all means, you can kiss my a—“ Your sentence is cut off by a hand over your mouth. Turning slightly, you see TJ standing there, a large grin on his lips. ‘As much as I’d love to see the outcome of this, maybe we should go.’ His voice sounds in your mind as he nuzzles your cheek before pressing a kiss there. His hand drops from your mouth, giving you room to nod in reply. “Let’s go.” He whispers to you, taking your hand in his own. “Mother.” He speaks, voice void of any emotion. “Thank you for a wonderful dinner.” Sarcasm seeps into his tone, but Elaine seems too stunned to care. She just keeps staring at you. She doesn’t even try to stop you as you leave.

When you’re in the car and on your way back to normal life, TJ looks over at you with a grin. “I can’t believe you almost told my mother to kiss your ass.” You cross your arms over your chest with a huff. “Well.. She started it.” He lets out a loud laugh at your defense, his eyes crinkling in the corners. “You’re too cute for your own good.” He muses, taking a slow right turn to get onto the highway. “Where are we going?” You ask him, brow furrowing when you realize you’re not going towards your apartment. “Well, I just.. I thought maybe you’d want to hang out with me for awhile.. we could watch Christmas movies, eat popcorn.. maybe cuddle a little?” He presses his elbow into your side gently, coaxing a giggle from your lips. “Alright, alright.. But I can’t stay all night.” You try to give him your best stern face, but he doesn’t buy it. “If you say so, babe.”

tags; (Sorry if i missed anyone! And let me know if you’d like to be tagged in the Christmas chapter!!) @plumfondler @mindingmyownbusiness @fuckythebuckybarnes @sebbyyystan @supersoldierslover @coveredamity @blackcaptainrogers @thewinterbro @bluedahlia87 @dianelogan @breenieweenie @buckyshattergirl

[mindingmyownbusiness]

Just What You Needed

Pairing - TJ Hammond x Fem!Reader Word Count - 489 Warnings - I bring the fluff, that is all Notes - My first TJ Hammond drabble ever so be nice y’all. Written especially for @sebspocketsquare and the craptastic day she just had.

You slammed the door and threw yourself face-first onto the couch, groaning dramatically as you kicked off your shoes.

“Hey gorgeous! Welcome home…?” TJ’s voice trailed off as he walked out of his room and took in the sight before him. “Oh honey, you don’t look so good..” He winced as you raised your head up enough to glare in his general direction. “Wrong approach. Got it.” Sitting on the edge of the coffee table he tugged on the sleeve of your shirt. “You wanna talk about it..?”

“No. Yes. Ugh..” you huffed into the cushions. “I’m gonna kill her Teej. She’s gonna make one more comment or ask me to do one more thing and I’m just gonna lose it. Next time you see me it’ll be on one of those true crime shows trying to explain how I have no idea how my scissors stabbed her. Ten times.” You turned to face him, sticking your lip out in an exaggerated pout. “I can’t go back to work with her, don’t make me go back…”

“Oh sweetie…” TJ brushes your hair back from your face, smiling and booping you gently on the nose. “C’mon, let’s see what we can do to improve that mood..” He tugs on your arm and even though you put up a fight he doesn’t back down, basically pulling you off the couch and dragging you towards your room where you flop down again onto your bed. Rolling his eyes he rummages through your drawers, pulling out your favorite pjs and taking them into your bathroom where you can hear him start to fill the tub. He returns only to haul you off the bed and pull you into a tight hug. “You, my friend, are going to soak in there for as long as you need to and then we are going to eat ice cream for dinner and binge watch something stupid on Netflix until we pass out.” He pulls back, smiling then planting a kiss on your forehead. “You are amazing in every way and if she can’t appreciate all you do for her then it’s her loss.”

You tear up, overwhelmed by the love and care you feel from your roommate and best friend. “What did I ever do to deserve you TJ? How could I ever repay everything you’ve done for me?”

“Well,” he says with a smirk, “you could let me touch your boobs more.”

“Teej!” You sock him in the arm, trying to look shocked but failing and laughing with him instead.

“What? They’re fantastic! I gotta get my boob fix somewhere!” Grinning he pulls you in for another tight hug then pushes you towards the bathroom, swatting your rear for good measure. “Now get your sweet ass in there and don’t come out till you’re good and wrinkled.”

You stick your tongue out at him before disappearing into the bathroom, already feeling a thousand percent better.

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

VelvetCardiganBucky’s Recomendations 2021: Week 3 | January 10-16

Welcome to week 3 of my recommendation, if you would like to be featured on a future list, I follow the hashtag #ktkvcbreadinglist, message me, tag me in your future works, or reblog this post and link to your story, one-shot, Masterlist, writing challenge, etc.

Be aware some if not most stories and writers on this list are meant to be consumed by an audience of those 18+. My blog is also an 18+ blog.

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Week 4»

My Masterlist

Andy Barber

One-Shot’s

Imagine by @worksby-d • Andy Barber x Reader – Reader takes their chances teasing and tempting Andy, but he can only take so much. | Really good smut.

Good little girl by @donutloverxo • Mob!Andy Barber x Reader — Married life isn’t always easy. Will you be able to solve your problems? (Part 1) | Let me just say the first part sort of darkish but not really? Also I can’t help but read Mob!Andy anything.

Ransom Drysdale

One-Shots

Introducing Chaos by @the-iceni-bitch • Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader — Ransom brings you to your first Thrombey family dinner, and you make a splash | I laughed so much while reading this and the smut was so good. It’s a really good read.

Drabbles

Playing Games by @just-one-ordinary-fangirl • Ransom Drysdale x Reader — Ransom, the man you loved, did the unforgivable. You confront him about it. | This left me wanting more so badly.

Chris Evans

One-Shot’s

Tonight’s Show by @theblvckvenus • Chris Evans x Fem!Reader — You come home to surprise Chris and his interviewer. But the excitement gets him the better of him and as soon as its over you’re in big trouble. | Came for the show definitely stayed for the smut ;)

Drabbles

Stranger on the Train by @carpediemm-18 • Chris Evans x Female!Reader — Chris comes to the aide of the reader on a late night subway ride. | Sweet and Short

Steve Rogers

Amorosa by @honeysucklesteve • Sugar Daddy!Steve x SugarBaby!Reader — you were drowning, barely surviving in new york city working at an upscale restaurant; the only thing keeping you barely afloat. when steve rogers, vp of stark industries, overhears your troubles, he proposes an agreement that’ll benefit the both of you. should you take it and suffer the consequences is up to you. | I have a huge weakness for Sugar Daddy fics, don’t ask me why but I do. This does not disappoint and it’s got some really good smut in it. Thank you Eleanor!

Bucky Barnes

The Winter Ghost by @msmarvelwrites • Bucky Barnes x Reader — A Devastating car crash causes you to lose your memory and start over. The only thing left in the wreckage was the horrific nightmares which plagued your mind. If you knew what today would entail you would have just stayed in bed. But you didn’t and because of that, everything you knew was about to change. | Get yourself some tissues because you will cry. Brontë wrote the smut moments perfectly that it flowed with the the rest of the chapters so perfectly. Nothing felt rushed, the story was just so perfect.

Picking Up the Pieces [1/3] by @gogolucky13 • Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky chooses to stay in his tumultuous relationship knowing you’ll be there to pick up the pieces, until finally you’re not. [Modern AU] | For anyone who has ever felt like they were the second best, this is for you. I teared up while reading. Looking forward to see where this goes.

A Favor [1/?] by @buckysbabygorl • Bucky Barnes x Reader — After breaking up with her boyfriend; Y/N drunkenly admits to the team that she’s never had sex. Not only is she single, but she’s looking. | If you are looking for a laugh, this is the place to go, I’m excited to see where this goes.

One-Shot’s

Teacher’s Pet by @nastybuckybarnes [Dark Fic] • AlphaProfessor!Bucky x Omega!Reader x AlphaProfessor!Steve — The perfect omega doesn’t exist, right? Well, Steve and Bucky think they might’ve just found her in the form of one of their students. And they’re not gonna stop until they have her begging beneath them. | Okay this is such a good A/B/O one-shot. Like it’s got the little bit stuff you need instead of just jumping straight into the good stuff. Which isn’t bad, but sometimes a little bit of a burn, is so good. I highly recommend.

The Thought That Counts by @imerdwarf • Bucky Barnes x Reader — Reader offers to brush Bucky’s hair | All the fluffy fluffy-ness you could want or need.

On His Shoulder by @whateveriwant • Bucky Barnes x Reader — Five separate occasions in which Bucky tells you to put something on his shoulder. | A one-shot that made me wish I was somebodies Jack to somebodies ass. In all honesty Sam does a magnificent job giving reader a nickname and making this one-shot so unbelievably good. You got some laughs, some fluffs, and some smut.

Till The End Of The Line by @chanelsebbie • Bucky Barnes x Reader — You and Bucky go on a mission together to hopefully put a dent in H.Y.D.R.A., but things don’t go as planned. | Shaye how dare you, I cried, this is just so beautifully written and I just want more. Like I was waiting to see more and have him come back. I couldn’t make a link for this one-shot don’t know why, so here you all go.

Drabbles

Boob Move by @nano--raptor • Bucky Barnes x Reader — Y/N falls asleep with her boob hanging out on Bucky’s couch | I’ve never read something so funny yet hot all at once.

Drops of Jupiter by @imerdwarf • Bucky Barnes x Reader – Bucky has a nightmare and you find him on the rooftop looking up at the stars. | All The Fluff!

Lee Bodecker

One Shots

505 by @captain-barnes-writes • Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader — On her summer break from college, Y/N embarks on an affair with Lee Bodecker. But she realizes that not all that drips from his lips is honey. | If you are looking for some dark Lee Bodecker, but I mean it’s Lee.. with some of angst thrown in and some smut, this one-shot is for you!

Misc.

Drabbles

I See You by @sevans-is-my-weakness • Colin Shea x TJ Hammond x F!Reader — TJ Hammond is your roommate and Colin Shea is your guys neighbor. | Short read that I enjoyed but I suggest also reading through this masterlist, there’s so much I want to share!

Writers

@bbonkyy - is one of my all time favorite writers but I could be bias as we are friends. I know they haven’t published in a really long time but they still deserve some recognition. They do take request, trust me they write some amazing smut! *chefs kiss*

@nsfwsebbie - Please please please do yourself a favor and check out Sabrina’s concepts masterlist, dark fics, and masterlist, I’m slowly making my way through them. Sabrina has got some writing talent in them and I love reading what they put out!

@mypoisonedvine - Looking for an eclectic collection of characters and different choices to choose from? j.d. has you covered with their stories. I love their writing, the dark, the fluffy and smut.

Writing Challenges:

Mostly a Milestone Writing Challenge hosted by @mostly-marvel-musings | What you need to know: You can write for celebrities but they have to be from the MCU or you can write for MCU characters. You do not have to reserve a spot in this challenge. OFC’s, any pairing, AU is welcome. The due date as of right now is the end of 2021 and the theme is... Romance Movies

Shout Out To My...

@redhead-wine-and-literature-club — Mods Scarlett and Ruby say they read and write fanfiction usually with a glass a wine to go with it. They are pairing characters (Steve and Bucky) Sebastian and Chris have played with wines. In February they’ll have daily prompt challenges. You can check out the club's welcome post here!

[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

[maxburnett]

Chandelier, TJ Hammond

- (asexual!fem!reader x TJ Hammond)

Summary: Soulmate - Your soulmate understands and connects with you in every way and on every level, which brings a sense of peace, calmness, and happiness. Two broken individuals find peace and love when trying to fix the shambles in their lives caused by years of addictions.

Warnings: angst, self-loathing, mentions of drugs, mentions of suicide, fluff, happy ending

If you recognize this, I uploaded it about a month ago. I just wanted to make an aesthetic for it and I didn't like the format of the description etc. I own nothing but my writing; things in italics are quotes found on Google.

Words: 1,654

~ Recovery ~

Recovery is an acceptance that your life is in shambles, and you have to change.

He had never wanted to be like this; he had never wanted drugs and alcohol to rule his life; TJ had always wondered what had happened? Why was he such a failure to his parents? Why did he hate who he was and who he had become? Would things ever even get better for him? After two attempts to end it all, after everything he had put his family through, TJ thought maybe he had found common ground and a purpose when he had woke up in the hospital bed with his mother sitting there by his side; however, like always it didn’t last.

He lasted a whole six months being clean and sober, then one day, everything came crashing right back down, and he felt like a thunderstorm with no umbrella or cover. After six whole months, he was back on the bottle, waking up after blacking out, not even remembering drinking the night before. He started cocaine again a couple of weeks later, but this time, he knew he needed help, and he got his mom to put him into rehab once more.

That’s when he met her, beautiful as broken as he was; an addict for ten years, in and out of rehab; losing everything, lost to the world, and a failure to her parents. They had laid on the ground outside of the rehab facility talking about their problems while holding hands, and everything lined up perfectly. In a world where TJ had felt that everyone was out for him; that the world would be a better place without him; she showed up, and her eyes, those (Y/E/C) eyes, were the beacon of light showing him the way to find his way back. He still thought back to that night; they had laid on the ground, holding hands as they laughed together at TJ telling her the dumbest jokes, and then their conversation moved to the talk about past relationships and the root of all of their problems. They then realized that those two broken people who had questioned everything that had happened in their lives had found their person.

After rehab, they both stayed in touch, texting, telling each other how their Recovery was going; saying “I Love You” in the texts was just second nature, and they meant those words; TJ was in love with her. It felt nice to be able to say that he was in love with someone. Did all “Love” have to be romantic? Did you need the sex and the complications that came with a “relationship” to feel the meaning of true love?

Then it happened, one little fight with his parents over something, and he had a drink again; one drink turned into two; two turned into 4. He needed her; he needed his saving grace.

~Relapsing~

The disease of addiction is a chronic, devious bitch just waiting for you to slip up.

Y/N woke up at the sound of her phone and groaned as she looked over at the clock. Three missed calls—one voicemail. That’s when the alarm set in, and she quickly sat up and pressed play on the phone and listened with bated breath, not sure what she should be expecting. She listened intently and sighed as barely audible sobs filled her ears.

“I’m such a fuck up,” he breathed and let a sob escape his lips. “No wonder my parents don’t want to put up with me … sometimes I wonder why you seem to put up with me.” His voice is shaky and begins to sound hoarse. “I don’t know how you stayed by my side after all this time … when you know I’m going to do nothing but fuck up and disappoint,”

He laughs a little to himself, and her heart breaks as she stands and gathers some clothes, rushing out to her car after grabbing her keys; she listens to the voicemail and hears something that sounds like broken glass as she drives to TJ’s apartment and uses her key to open it up. She rushes in and finds him sitting on the floor in his bathroom. TJ was holding his hand close to his t-shirt as the blood dripped down his hand, and she looked up and saw a broken mirror.

“Look at me, TJ, I’m here,” she said and softly kissed his forehead. “I’m here, baby,” she said as she held him close to her. He rested his head onto her chest, hands clutching her oversized shirt she had been sleeping in as he sobbed and apologized over and over. She helped get him into the shower; he was in such a state of distress that she got into the shower with him still fully clothed to help hold him up. He ended up turning and wrapping his arms around her after the cold water brought him to his senses a little. After they got out of the shower, both changing into dry clothes, she led him to his bed and went around the apartment, and poured out what other alcohol he had before joining him beside him on the bed.

“I’m sorry, kitten,” he said, causing her to smile at that playful nickname he had given her. He breathed out as he laid his head against her hair and giggled against it. “You came here at 3 in the morning,” he hummed against her hair, causing her to playfully hit his chest and look up at him with sad eyes.

“Of course I would; you’re everything to me,” she whispered, and he smiled down at her and pushed some hair out of her face before softly pressing his lips against hers, causing her to freeze. “Please don’t do that,” she whispered and cupped TJ’s face, and he looked at her with a questioning look.

“I-I’m sorry,” TJ stammered, not sure what had gotten into him.

“I’m not mad,” she said with a shake of her head. “Not mad at all, I just … I don’t like that sort of contact,” she said and held onto both of his hands, causing him to look into her eyes with a confused frown. “I’m asexual … I just don’t get feelings like that,” she said and looked into his bright blue eyes. “But know this, TJ, I love you, and I’ve never loved anyone the way that I love you.”

“And I love you,” TJ said as he closed his hands around hers and pressed a gentle kiss to her nose, giggling as she smirked up at him and did the same.

“You’re cute, TJee, I’ll give you that,” she smiled and laid her head down into the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms tightly against her.

~All I Need~

Soulmate is an overused term, but a true soul connection is very rare, and very real.

Y/N smiled as she looked around the apartment that she and TJ now shared, her head resting on his chest as he ran his hand up and down her back as she played a video game while lying on his chest. She smiled up at him as he looked down at her with those favorite pair of blue eyes before drawing small circles over the fabric of her t-shirt.

“You’re distracting me, TJ!” She said and giggled as he swooped her up and laid her down, and began to tickle her. “Stop it!” She let out a fit of giggles. “You ass!” She laughed and tried to get him off of her.

“Make me,” he said, sticking his tongue out at her playfully, and she pushed him off playfully before she sat up and caught him staring at her.

“What?” She asked as she absentmindedly played with the ring on her finger that TJ had bought her when she told him that emeralds were her favorite gemstones.

“Just taking in how cute you are, kitten,” he said and leaned in and snuck in a gentle kiss to her cheek and watched as Y/N placed a soft kiss to his nose and giggled as she put the controller to the side and let his arms wrap around her. She stretched and changed the input on the television and put on a channel they both liked and traced circles on his white t-shirt; she watched his face contently as he smiled at what was playing on the television and smiled as he closed his hands around hers as he held her. She closed her eyes, wondering what life would bring them, and found herself turning to look back into TJ’s blue eyes.

“Would you ever want kids? Me to have kids? I mean, there’s a way we can-,” he placed a finger against her mouth and smiled as he softly moved the finger down.

“Whatever life brings our way, I’m going to be right by your side, and if a kid is in our future, then it happens. I hope it has my good looks,” he smirked and laughed as she slapped his shoulder with a smile and leaned to place a kiss onto his pink lips.

“Love you,” she murmured into his lips. TJ smiled as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer into the kiss, they didn't kiss like this often but when they did it was one of his favorite things int he world.

"Love you too, Kitten," he murmured against the kiss.

What they had, they never had to explain. Yes, technically, TJ was sexually attracted to men, but his heart was hers, and hers belonged to him. She had even told him that she didn’t mind if he chose to sleep with men while they were together, but he refused, saying that his body belonged to her. He didn’t need to sleep with random men anymore to fill the void that he had inside of him all of those years, because now his heart was filled with the greatest love he had ever as far as their friends and parents knew, they were a normal couple; but for them, this was their normal, and they wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[mushyjellybeans]

His Favourite Thing

Pairing: TJ Hammond X Reader

Warnings: Oral sex (fem-rec), mentions of alcohol.

A/N: For @the-ss-horniest-book-club drunk drabbles 💜

You're not quite sure how you went from watching movies to laying flat on your back naked with your legs opened and TJ playing with you.

It's been a hard week for him and you invited him over to your apartment to relax with some movies and alcohol. And now as the alcohol buzzed through your body, TJ was between your legs suckling slowly on just your clit glands that caused your whole body to squirm and shake. Your fingers massaging his scalp as he hummed against you, the vibrations sending you wild.

It was his idea. He wanted to teach you his favourite thing. And you trusted TJ enough to know that if you were to say stop, he would stop. But the suckling and wet noises in the room spurred you on. And soon enough as the coil in your belly reached its peak and snapped, as he pressed his tongue more firmly against the gland, you didn't just cum like a power washer, You squirted over your bedsheets and over his face.

"What do you think?" He sat up, pleased with his work, licking his lips and running his fingers across his chin for more.

You were breathless. And you were pretty confident you were having an outer body moment. All you could manage to do was nod as your hands rested on your heaving chest.

"That's what I thought." TJ chuckled. Lowering his head once again to your oversensitive clit.

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[sebspocketsquare]

ELLE. HOLY SHIT. I ALMOST FORGOT HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR TJ AND THEN YOU GIFT US WITH THIS??????YES YES YESSSSSS. So fucking good. Y E S!

You and TJ grew up together, as the child of another politician in DC. You stuck with him throughout his years in the Fishbowl and his forced coming out. You knew he was gay, but that didn't stop the two of you from entertaining yourself at boring State Dinners. There was a game you played, purposly teasing the other and pushing buttons...First one to "step away" for a moment lost and 'had to' please the winner. You started tonight, letting your foot trail up his leg under the table gently...

I just want to add in for fun that this game never resulted in anyone pleasing anyone. It was just a joke that you said would be the consequence of losing the game… But you never followed through because you didn’t think the other was serious…

But tonight… Tonight you run your foot up TJ’s leg and he looks bored. Until your toe brushes against his dick and his eyes widen, meeting yours across the table.

You drop your foot and smile innocently, giving your attention to your meal.

Afterwards you’re having dessert; everyone has moved around and now TJ is next to you at the table with his hand on your thigh, slowly creeping up. You feel his fingers slip under the hem of your cocktail dress and you shift your weight in the chair, crossing your ankles and taking a sip of your coffee.You put down the cup and TJ’s hand goes to the inside of your thigh, where you instinctively part your legs, immediately cursing yourself at your impulsive taunt.TJ of course takes the bait and soon his fingers are up your dress, stroking the soft lace of your panties and smiling to himself.

You sigh, bored, and TJ looks at you out of the corner of his eye, pushing your panties to the side. Your eyes widen slightly as his nimble fingers stroke your slit, spreading you slightly to run a finger down your labia, exhaling slowly as he finds your pooling arousal.TJ shifts in his seat and pushes a finger inside of your hot cunt, making you gasp and turn a few heads. You play it off by coughing a bit, taking a sip of your water.Then, someone says TJ’s name and his attention is turned to them, removing his fingers from you and resting his elbows on the table. His fingers weave together in front of his face, his index finger right below his nose. He closes his eyes and inhales slowly, smiling and nodding to whatever the person across the table is saying to him. Then he looks down at his dessert and his grin gets wider. He swipes some whipped cream from the top with the finger that was inside you, and brings it to his mouth. He wraps his lips around his finger and sucks, closing his eyes and moaning softly.You squeeze your legs together and bite your lip, the sound TJ made sending a flood to your pussy.He looks at you, his eyes darting down to the thin satin of your dress that cover your breasts, watching them rise and fall.Suddenly you stand, placing your napkin on the table and excusing yourself to the restroom.

TJ is a minute behind you, following you to a bathroom far in the unoccupied wing of the mansion.

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Drunk Drabble prompt: TJ Hammond teaches you all about his favourite 'thing'.

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[georgiapeach30513]

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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[the-iceni-bitch]

I may have missed it, but Andy isn't a good guy in this universe? Doesn't he have a sweet little male reader? Or is that a different universe, sorry if it is. I read so many things I can't keep full track of everything by this point lol

As for Steve, I think we would all love to see him lose it lol

Sorry for the confusion!

So, when we first find out about Andy and his history with ninja he was a bit of a dick.

(You can read a little about their past here)

And when we first meet him in this AU he is still a dick.

But! Eventually he redeems himself and works through his issues and that’s when he meets TJ and they are perfect together, which you can read about here.

And Steve is definitely gonna be making a few more wild appearances in every corner of this AU (potentially with another blonde bitch…)

[sebspocketsquare]

Little Do You Know 4

Pairing: TJ Hammond x fem!Reader

Story Summary: Soulmate AU. On your 21st birthday, you begin to hear the innermost thoughts of your soulmate. What will happen when your soulmate just so happens to be a drug addict struggling to recover? Did I mention that he may or may not be incredibly gay?

Warnings: bi!TJ, language, angst, feels, fluff, TJ being REALLY dreamy, mentions of a suicide attempt, the ‘L’ word.

A/N: Here’s part 4 for you guys. Let me know what you think! I️ hope you enjoy it, and of course, there will be another part after this.

A date?

What the hell do people do on dates, let alone wear?

You’d been staring at the contents of your closet for nearly an hour, trying to decide on the perfect attire for your first date. He wouldn’t tell you where you were going exactly, but he did tell you that if you wore heels, to bring a pair of shoes that are easier to walk in.

What in hell could that mean he has in store for you?

‘Calm yourself. I know you’re nervous, but it’s going to be just fine. It’s only a date.’ You gave yourself a silent pep talk as you closed your eyes and took a nice, deep breath.

‘Nervous, huh?’ TJ’s voice sounding in your head immediately broke you away from your calm mindset. ‘I told you there’s no need to be nervous, babe. I’ll take good care of you.’

The words that should have been comforting to you only made you that much more nervous. I’ll take good care of you. Christ. What was this man doing to you?

You decided on a quarter-sleeve, just below knee-length maroon t-shirt dress, accompanied by your favorite pair of chucks. At least this way, you’d look nice and your feet would be comfortable on whatever kind of adventure he had planned for the two of you. What kind of adventure could he have in store for you? Everything that you’d heard or read about TJ since you had discovered exactly who he was led you to believe that he and his family were stuck-up, political animals whose idea of a good time was a fancy fundraiser or campaigning.

Sitting down at your vanity, you shook your head. ‘Happy thoughts, Y/N.. Think happy thoughts…’ You took in another deep breath and exhaled to the count of three. ‘You can do this. You’ve only been waiting your entire life for this moment.’ You’d barely finished your thought when your phone began to ring, TJ’s name flashing on your screen. Gulping harshly, you grabbed it to answer. “H-hello?” You were nervous, suddenly remembering that he was just audience to the war in your mind. “How’s it going?” He asked, and you could hear a lilt of amusement in his voice. “Oh, um.. It’s going alright.. I’m almost ready.” You spoke softly, chewing the inside of your cheek as you twirled one of your foundation brushes in your hand.”How-how about you?” You asked quickly, cursing yourself for stuttering like a child. He chuckled in return and it warmed your insides.”I’m doing alright. Just finishing up at work and then I’ll be on my way to get you..”

There was a beat of silence, and he cleared his throat. “Babe..” He started, the pet-name making your heart do flips. “I know you’re nervous..” You opened your mouth to argue, but he continued, “And don’t tell me you aren’t, because I heard your adorable pep-talk with yourself… but I promise you have nothing to be worried about.” You were too nervous to speak, still toying with the hairs on your brush. “Hey..” He spoke softly, almost as if he sensed your discomfort. “It’s just gonna be you and me.. nothing to worry about, okay?” You nodded, before clearing your throat. “Okay, yeah..” You could almost hear his smile through the phone. “I’ll see you soon.”

The next hour passed by in a blur. You had just finished lacing up your shoes when a light knock came from your front door. Taking a steadying breath, you made your way over, unlocking and opening the door slowly, revealing TJ clad in a pair of dress slacks, a light blue button up with the first few buttons undone and a grey suit jacket to match his pants. His hair was perfectly tousled and he wore a small smirk as he held out a single flower to you. “You look beautiful.” He breathed as you took the small gift from him, smiling bashfully and twirling it in your fingers. You mumbled out a ‘thanks’ which earned you a small chuckle from him. “Are you ready to go?” He wondered, his eyebrows knitting together in what appeared to be worry. “Yes. I just have to..” You trailed off, retreating into your apartment to grab your purse and keys before you locked up and followed him out.

His hand brushed against yours a few times during your short walk to his car, but you convinced yourself you were just imagining it. ‘Breathe.’ You silently told yourself, which made him laugh softly. “Here we are.” He murmured as you approached a sleek, black SUV with dark-tinted windows. He opened the car door for you, like only a gentleman would, which only made the butterfly attack on your insides a thousand times stronger. You took a moment to smooth out your hair and dress as he rounded the car and climbed in, himself. Once he started the engine, he looked over at you with an excited smile. “Here we go.”

The car ride was mostly filled with an awkward silence.. not that TJ didn’t try to strike up a conversation, but you had made yourself so anxious that you could barely say three words without fucking up. Little did you know, he found it endearing how shy you were, how much his presence affected you.

Twenty minutes later, you arrived in a small parking lot, it was too dark out to see much of anything, except a few lanterns lighting the shores of the… beach? “Do you trust me?” TJ suddenly asked, drawing your attention back to him. He was holding what appeared to be a blindfold in his hands, a nervous smile of his own hanging on his lips. You nodded slowly, eyes wide and almost betraying you. Did you trust him? You weren’t entirely sure yet… but everyone deserves a chance, right?

He leaned forward, your senses suddenly flooded with the smell of his aftershave as his hands expertly wrapped the fabric over your eyes and tied a soft knot at the base of your head. “Is that too tight?” He whispered, breath fanning over your face and making you shiver involuntarily. “N-no.. It’s perfect.” You stammered, taking in a shaky breath when his fingertips grazed over your jaw as he leaned back. “I’ll come around and help you, okay?” You nodded once more, jumping slightly when his door opened and closed. You were alone for just a few moments as he walked around to the passenger side of the vehicle, and you were almost certain your heart was going to leap out of your chest.

He opened your door carefully, as not to startle you, and then a warm hand was placed on your forearm. “Ready?” His voice shook slightly, and it relieved you a tiny bit to know that he was nervous, too. “Y-Yeah.” You breathed, reaching out blindly to find his shoulders. His hands caught yours, soft and calloused at the same time, leading your fingertips exactly where they wanted to go. “My purse..” You said softly once your feet were firmly on the ground. “I’ve got it.” One of his hands snaked its way around your waist, pulling your body into his as he leaned around you to grab your purse. “Take two steps this way.” He murmured, gently applying pressure to your hip to get you to move. You could hear the car door shut, and then the sound of it locking before his other hand made its way into yours. “Are you ready?” He asked once more, thumb tracing over the veins in the back of your hand. You squeezed his hand as you nodded, a soft smile on your lips. “Yes.”

He began to lead you forward, one of his arms around your waist with his hand on your hip, and his other hand grasping yours tightly. You could tell when you were off solid ground and walking on sand because you could barely keep yourself upright. The grainy texture made your shoes slide in every direction, and if you hadn’t been holding onto him so tightly, you were certain you would’ve fallen more times than you already had. TJ laughed a few times when you slipped, his chest rumbling and sending vibrations through your skin where his chest connected with your shoulder. “Only a little bit further..” He mused after about ten minutes. No more than two minutes later, you outright fell, taking him down with you in a fit of giggles. “I-I’m so so sorry! I guess I.. Well, I can be a little clumsy.” You confessed, your hands leaving his to make sure that the blindfold didn’t fall down too far and ruin his surprise. He laughed once more, and you decided that you would never get enough of the sound. “It’s alright.. I guess blindfolding you and bringing you to the beach wasn’t such a smart idea.” He spoke softly, and the smile fell from your mouth. “Hey..” You reached out, luckily finding his hand on the first try. “I’m having fun..I promise.” Another small smile found its way onto your face. “This is great.” He squeezed your hand as a reply and you heard him shuffling to stand. “I have an idea.. Do you trust me?” He asked the dreaded question once more, and of course, you nodded. “I do.”

Before you knew what was happening, one of his arms was bracing your back while the other slipped under your knees, lifting you straight up from where you sat and cradling you against his chest. You let out a small squeal as he lifted you and he laughed softly. “You good?” He wondered, adjusting his grip on you slightly. “Are you?” You retorted, hands latching onto his shoulders in fear of being dropped. He laughed again as he began walking forward, swaying you with each step he took. “I’m fine, babe. Don’t you worry about me.”

He continued to walk for a few minutes and you tried to relax in his grip, resting your head in the crook of his neck and breathing in his scent deeply. Your nose brushed against his ear as you nuzzled further in and you swear you felt him shiver against you. “Here we are..” He told you quietly, and you heard the distinct sound of shoes on a wooden surface, but it seemed as if his steps were careful - uneven maybe? “I’m gonna set you down here for a minute..” He informed you as he placed you carefully on a cushioned seat, his fingers tracing your arms softly as he coaxed you to release his neck. “Babe, have you ever been on a boat before?” He asks, fastening what feels like a seatbelt around your waist carefully. “Uh.. When I was a child, yes. Recently…? Not so much.” Your voice was small, and you were positive he knew you were unsure about the situation at hand. Without his warm, calming presence beside you, you realized just how cold and anxious you really were. Goosebumps broke out on your skin as you bit your lip.

“Do you get motion sickness easily?” He asked, and you could hear what sounded like keys jingling. “N-no, not really.. Teej, are we.. Are we on a boat?” You squeaked, folding your hands neatly in your lap, hoping it would make you look less nervous. He laughs again, sounding further away than before. “Yes, sweetheart. We are. Are you going to be okay?” He wonders, and you hear his steps coming towards you again. You reach out and he grasps your hands in his as he kneels in front of you. “I-I think so.” You manage to stutter, a small smile making its way to your lips as his thumbs stroke your hands again. “I put you here because it’s the only place with a seatbelt.. I have to steer, but.. If you want to sit with me, you can.. I can just hold onto you.” He offers, a bit more pressure being added to his caress. You open your mouth to protest, to tell him you’re fine where you are, but his voice enters your mind. ‘I swear I won’t let anything happen to you.. You’re too important to me.’ You open and close your mouth a few times before you nod slowly, gripping onto his hands tightly. “Don’t let me fall, Teej..” You whisper as you pull yourself into a standing position. His hand finds its home back on your waist as he leads you across the deck slowly. “Never.”

“Stand right here for a second..” He instructs once you’ve taken about ten steps. You do as you’re told, listening carefully to the water crashing gently against the sides of the boat. It’s almost calming.. but as soon as you feel both of his hands on your hips, the calmness slips away. “Here we go..” He murmurs, turning you so your back is to him and then leading you backwards, until you ultimately find a seat on… his lap? The warmth he exudes is so inviting, you have to stop yourself from melting right into him. “Ready?” He wonders, one arm securely around your waist as you hear him put the key into the ignition. Your hands move down to the arm around your middle, gripping onto him tightly. “Ready.”

Ten minutes later, the speed of the boat begins to slow and you feel the boat make a slight right turn. “Are we almost there?” You ask, wishing you weren’t blinded anymore. “Yes ma’am.” He replies, his grip on your waist loosening slightly. You panic and tighten your grip on him, not quite ready to leave the safety of his embrace. “It’s alright, I’ve got you.” He soothes, pressing his lips to your shoulder through the fabric of your dress. “I’m not letting you go anywhere.” He assures you as the current seems to get a bit more bumpy. “A few more minutes.”

You continue to hold onto him tightly, tighter even, as the boat comes to a stop and he cuts the engine. You stay where you are for a moment, his other arm circling your waist, too, as he rests his head against your back, breathing you in. “Y/N..?” He says your name softly and you cock your head to the side to show that you were listening. “Thank you.. For giving me this chance.. I know it took a lot, all things considered, but..I’m really glad you’re here with me.” His words make your heart race, and you’re sure that the smile on your face can’t get any bigger.

He clears his throat, embarrassed, you’re sure, before he stands up slowly and takes you with him. “Give me two more seconds and then the blindfold can come off, I promise.” He says quickly before taking a few steps away from you. You wrap your arms around yourself as you listen to him walk back and forth, mumbling quietly to himself. You take this time to close your eyes behind the cloth cover and take a deep breath, willing your heart to stop beating so wildly inside your chest. It was just TJ. Just the man you were destined to spend the rest of your life with. There was no reason for you to be nervous. Right?

You were so focused on your breathing, you hadn’t even noticed when TJ came up behind you and removed the blindfold, your eyes still closed. “You can open your eyes, now.” He breathed, his lips brushing your ear with each word. You felt your cheeks flush when his hands delicately came to rest on your hips and his chin on your shoulder. When you opened your eyes, the sight nearly brought you to tears.

You were in the middle of a body of water, the only lights being those from the stars and those from the candles on the small table he had set up for the two of you in the center of the deck. He’d even gone so far as to make an elaborate dinner, champagne included. “Oh, Teej..” You said breathlessly, your hand coming up to cover your mouth. “Do.. do you like it?” He wondered, insecurity seeping into his tone. You turned in his grasp, wrapping your arms tightly around him and hiding your face in his neck. “I love it. Thank you.” You mumbled against his skin as he, too, wrapped his arms around you. “I was hoping you would.. I.. I wanted to make it something you’d remember.. forever.” He said softly, his hands rubbing up and down your back slowly. You pulled back just enough to wipe away a stray tear that had trickled out. He noticed and cradled your cheek in his hand, concern in his eyes. “Are.. Are you crying?” He asked, thumb tracing the dampness under your eye. “Good tears, Teej.. Good tears.” You assured him by pressing your lips to his cheek lightly, pulling back when you realized what you’d done. Upon further examination, you could see a blush taking over his cheeks as he bit his lip to keep from smiling too big.

“Shall we?” You asked, turning in his grasp to head over to the table. “Wait.. I.. I want to do something first..” He held onto your waist, keeping you from going too far. “Hmm?” You mused as you turned back to face him. You hadn’t realized how close you had been to him, but you were now nose-to-nose, his breath fanning over your face. He held your gaze as his hand came up to brush a stray hair away from your face, lingering on your jaw. You leaned into his touch, which seemed to delight him, as he let out a soft sigh of appreciation. “Can I be completely honest with you?” He asked, tongue darting out to wet his lips. You nodded, nuzzling further into his touch. “I.. I want to kiss you so, so badly right now..” His thumb brushes over your bottom lip and you pucker, pressing a soft kiss to the pad of his finger. “I want to feel the softness of your lips on mine.. taste you..” He pauses once more, chewing the inside of his cheek. You feel a blush creep up your neck and you pray he doesn’t notice.

Of course, he does. “God, I love how easily I can make you blush..” He hums when your blush deepens, his forehead coming to rest against your own as he lets out a breathy laugh. “You have no idea what you do to me..” He grabs one of your hands, tucking it inside his shirt, on bare skin, just above his heart. “Do you feel that?” He asks, fluttering his eyes closed. You turn your focus from how beautiful his eyelashes are to the rapid beating of his heart under your hand. It brings a smile to your lips. “It’s like this, anytime I’m around you.. hell, even just the thought of you..” He trails off, swallowing nervously. “I.. You once told me that you weren’t my type, but.. baby, nobody else makes me feel the way you do.. Nobody else has this affect on me.. I need you to understand that.. to know that for me, you’re it.” He finishes, opening his eyes slowly to gauge your reaction. He didn’t expect to find you with tears in your eyes.

“Baby..” He starts, cupping your cheeks in both hands, not even noticing that your hand hasn’t left it’s spot on his chest. You shake your head, discouraging him to speak. “Teej…” You start, letting out a shaky breath. “Do you remember.. a few years back, when..” You stop, closing your eyes tightly as more tears threatened to fall. Your chest began to tighten with emotion and you weren’t sure you could continue without crying. “W-when I thought you had died, I..” His grip on you tightens at your words and he takes a sharp breath in. “I stayed in bed for days, Teej, I-I was so convinced it was my fault - that there was something I could’ve done to stop you, I could’ve tried harder to get through to you, I-” He cuts you off, shushing you and pulling you into a tight hug. “N-No, please, I have to get this out.” You tell him, pushing back slightly, not meeting his eyes. “I thought my life was over…” There’s a beat of silence before you look back up and meet his eyes with a sad smile, sniffling a bit. “When I heard your groggy voice in my mind as you were waking up.. I.. I can’t even describe all of the emotions that went through me.. Relief, happiness.. Anger… But most of all..” You stopped again to take a shaky breath. “A desire to know you. To help you. To love you, especially when you couldn’t love yourself.. It was like my purpose had been renewed, I.. I’m not really sure how to explain it.. I can be bad with words sometimes, but I..” You tucked your hair behind your ear anxiously, chewing your lip. “I..I think I loved you before I even met you.” When you meet his eyes and see how wide they are, you panic instantly. “I-I I know it’s soon to say that, we only really met a few weeks ago, but I.. It’s the truth. I’m sorry..” You finished, closing your eyes in the hopes that you’d disappear into the night. You always said too much. You were always too much.

“Let me get this straight.. You’re apologizing for loving me?” He asks, his hands coming to rest on your upper arms as he pulls you into his chest. “Look at me, baby, please.” He pleads, thumbs making soothing circles on your arms. You open your eyes slowly, meeting stormy, emotion filled orbs. “Please, don’t ever apologize for that.. for anything.. I’m the one who should be sorry, okay? I didn’t appreciate you.. And I will spend the entirety of my life regretting that, and doing whatever it takes to make up for it. Please, just.. Don’t stop loving me.. I-I need you. I’ve never needed anybody before, but god, do I need you.” He’s crying now, a few tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes. You catch them before they can get too far, offering him a smile. “I’m not going anywhere, I’m right here. Right here.” You tell him, standing on the tips of your shoes to reach up and kiss his jaw softly. He turns his head quickly, though, capturing your lips with his own. 

Your heart feels like it might explode. One of his hands tangles its way into the hair at the base of your head, deepening the kiss as he pulls you even closer by your waist with his other hand. The kiss is electrifying, all of the nerves in your body feel like they’re firing all at once, your head is spinning and all you can think about is getting even closer to him. Your lips feel tingly each time they meet his and your skin feels like it’s on fire when he touches you. ‘This is what soulmates feel like.’ His voice is in your mind, and a small whimper leaves your mouth as you push closer to him, nipping his lower lip between your teeth and gently sucking on it. He pulls back for air at this point, resting his forehead against yours. “That.. was..” You start, unable to form a coherent sentence. “Perfect.” He finishes, pressing one more soft, lingering kiss to your lips, coaxing a small sigh from you when he pulls away again. “As much as I’d like to continue kissing you for the rest of my life…” He stops to smile widely and press his lips to the tip of your nose. “We should probably eat.. I’ve promised I’d return to boat before it gets too late.” He tells you and you nod, looking back over at the table he’d set up for the two of you. “That sounds lovely.” You reply, moving to step out of his embrace. “Thank you.” He says suddenly, making your head snap in his direction. “For?” you wonder, raising a brow. He smiles with a shy shrug, suddenly preoccupied with his shoes. “For.. Taking a chance on me.” He replies softly before looking back up at you. “You never have to thank me for that.”

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[mindingmyownbusiness]

Welcome! If you came here looking for adorable fluff then you’re in the right place, it’s sorta my thing. Mostly oneshots, I don’t do angst unless I fix it, and I don’t do NSFW but I will imply quite a bit in most of what I write. Requests are closed but asks are always welcome. <3

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Rescue - Bucky x Reader Soulmate AU (Series in Progress) You’ve always believed your soulmate was out there somewhere, Bucky not so much. What happens when he finally takes a leap of faith and reaches out to you?

20 Seconds - Bucky x Reader Modern AU You walk out of a dressing room asking if the outfit suits you, but it’s not your friend waiting outside the room like you thought!

Woman - Neighbor!Bucky x Plus Size Reader Modern AU Cleaning your apartment is never fun and you’re almost done when a freak accident brings you face to face with your neighbor and your crush, Bucky Barnes. Will you get a happy ending or will your embarrassment end things before they begin?

Come Back to Me - Bucky x Reader What if Bucky was interrupted in the middle of the Winter Soldier’s trigger words? What would happen and would you be able to get the Bucky you know and love back?

American Booty - Bucky x Reader Who knew Bucky had a jealous streak?

Duet - Bucky x Reader You’ve just figured out that the mysterious voice you hear singing through the vents is none other than the Winter Soldier himself. Now the only question is, what do you do with this newfound information?

Spy vs Spy - Bucky x Reader Modern AU Part 1 (by @true-queen-of-mischief) Part 2 (by yours truly) James Buchanan Barnes is your target. Unfortunately, you also happen to be his. Will you be able to complete your mission or will things be more complicated than either of you expected?

Somewhere Other Than the Night - Rancher!Bucky x Reader Modern AU When an unexpected storm ruins Bucky’s plans for another day of hard work on the ranch you welcome the opportunity to rekindle your relationship in a way you both desperately need.

Reckless - Bucky x Reader Just some fun with tropes: features confessing your love for your best friend during a fight, friends to lovers, and accidentally falling asleep then waking up together.

That One’s My Favorite - Bucky x Reader Introducing Bucky to the glory of Girl Scout cookies turns out to be better than you ever imagined.

Slow Burn - Bucky x Reader Could something as simple as a s’more bring you and Bucky closer together?

Rained Out - Bucky x Reader The camping trip you and Bucky had been planning is completely ruined… or is it?

Stay - Bucky x Reader When you are certain no one notices what you’re going through your favorite supersoldier steps in to save the day.

The Five Times You Caught Bucky Blushing - Bucky x Reader (Series COMPLETE) Bucky was never the type to let his emotions show but when it comes to you he just can’t help himself.

Falling for You - Bucky x Reader Modern AU An unexpected injury gives you the perfect excuse to call on your hot neighbor to save the day.

Inked - Tattoo!Bucky x Reader Modern AU You’re dying to get your first tattoo but your anxiety has other plans. Could your new neighbor be the answer to all your problems?

Body Like a Backroad - Cowboy!Bucky x Plus Size Reader Modern AU Your lonely night takes an unexpected turn when a handsome stranger asks you to dance. (potential series fic…)

TJ Hammond x Reader

Just What You Needed - TJ Hammond x Fem!Reader You’ve had the worst day ever and TJ does his best to lift your spirits.

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Dumb Luck - RPF AU (featuring bonus Chris Evans x Reader) Having a panic attack during your flight wasn’t part of the plan. Lucky for you your seatmates are there to save the day.

Right Place, Right Time - RPF AU A mishap at a fan convention lands you in the arms of the Winter Soldier himself

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Out With the Old, In With the New - RPF AU Tom loves Tumblr just as much as the rest of us, especially the anonymous bit. What happens when he finds someone online that he wouldn’t mind letting his walls down for?

Jeremy Jordan x Aaron Tveit x Reader

Karaoke Night - RPF AU Jeremy and Aaron have walked into your bar of all places and you can’t resist having some fun tricking them into a bit of karaoke. Will your plan backfire or will this end up being a night none of you will ever forget?

[georgiapeach30513]

Every Other Weekend, Part 14

Summary:  Did Finn get his Christmas wish?

Pairings:  Jack O’Malley X Reader

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.3K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

“What does it say?” Jack leans over on the counter to give you the biggest smile, while you look at that pregnancy test.  All these years.  All these moments, and here you were staring at that thing.  “Sharkie?” his arms wrap around your waist, and he rests his chin on your shoulder, peeking over to view the results.  You could feel his mouth turn up into a smile as he views the test.

Things had been great.  Amazing even.  You refused to let Jack sleep in the guest room anymore.  He was right back where he belonged, and that was in the bed with you keeping your feet warm.  He tilts his head to the side, and gives a kiss to your neck with a grin.  “It says our son sabotaged us.”

“What?” He laughs, looking down at the test just to make sure he sees two pink lines.  “Are you mad?”

“Do you think this happened on Christmas?  Like Finn asked for a baby sister, and Cal told him it was impossible,” Jack’s hands rub over your stomach while you look at the test, and then up into the mirror at his reflection.  He looked happy, while you were just in shock.  “You put a baby in me the first time we had sex again, didn’t you?”

“How am I supposed to know?  You went to the doctor, and your IUD wasn’t in there.  It wasn’t like we were being careful.  I think we have had quite a bit of fun doing what married people do.  And who is to say this little precious bean in here is a little girl.  Are you mad we’re pregnant this early?”

“No,” you sigh, holding your hands over his.  “Are you happy?  Because you look happy.  But I also know that you didn’t want another baby.”

“I wasn’t ready for one then.  I am ready now.  I’m more ready than I ever have been.  And this time, we’re not going to stress.  We’re not going to care about what anyone says.  We’re going to get to enjoy this.  I’m not going to be worried that I made a mistake.  Because I can honestly say you getting prematurely knocked up with Finn has been the best part of my life.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” you sarcastically respond, and he gives your tits a squeeze.  “Ow!”

“I should have known you were pregnant,” he squeezes some more, but this time was much more gentle.  Pulling out his shirt off your body, he looks down at your tits, and you laugh, smacking his hands away, “Yep, they appear to be bigger.  I’m going to have to check on these things everyday.”

“Would you stop it,” god, he was a slutty menace, and you loved him for it.  “Jack, we’re going to have a baby,” his hands finally go back to your belly, and he gives it a few squeezes.  “I don’t want to tell Finn.”

“Why?”

“Because, you know how delicate pregnancies can be.  And our boy asked for a baby sister.  So we could wait until we know what we’re having, or at least wait until after the first trimester.  Okay?  I don’t want him to get his hopes up, even if he gets a baby brother.”

“You know,” Jack starts kissing over your shoulder, randomly pushing his front into your ass, but he tries to keep his eyes on your reflection.  Sweet and sexy.  Jack liked a variety, “Santa Cal has never disappointed.  This proves it.  We got us a baby, if I had to guess this bean was conceived on Christmas, and if it’s a girl, well, Callum Drive really does know Santa Claus.”

“What is this?” Finn asks, holding up a card.  “It’s not my birthday.”

“I know, buddy.  Just open it,” Jack pulls you over into his lap, while the two of you smile at him.

“I don’t wanna open it,” he pouts, walking over to you.  Giving you the card. “I feel like this is when you told me dad was moving out.”

“Oh, baby, daddy isn’t going anywhere.  This is something good.  I promise.  It’s…it’s a late Christmas present.  It just got here, Just…baby, can you open it,” he leans off you, looking up at Jack, and you and his dad were still smiling, “When we told you daddy was moving out, was I sitting on his lap?”

“No.”

“That’s because I’m not going anywhere.  Mom and I are together, and are very happy.  But I need you to open the card.  We’ve got a lot of work to do.”

Finn still wasn’t sure about this card, so he opens the envelope up slowly.  Constantly looking at you and Jack, and then he looks down at it.  Bringing the card out, and he still didn’t understand the generic congratulations.  But when he opens it up there was an ultrasound photo with a pink bow over her head with the words of him becoming a big brother.

“Really?” He asks, getting tears in his eyes.  “My third wish came true?” Nodding your head, he comes to hug you.  Letting Jack mess with his hair, while you hold your baby a little bit longer.  Smelling his sweet watermelon shampoo on his hair, and kissing over his tear stained face.  “She’s really a girl?  And daddy isn’t moving out?”

Hearing Finn call him daddy, Jack looks up at the ceiling, trying not to let himself cry.  Telling himself that your emotional self and Finn’s tears was enough.  “So we’re gonna have a baby here?  Will Jedi like her?”

“Jedi is going to love her.  And you’re going to be the best big brother.  She’ll grow up with you as her hero, and you get to tell her that she was your Christmas present.”

“So she’s really my baby then?” He definitely got Jack’s sense of needing to change the atmosphere with jokes.

“Yeah, buddy, you get to change her poopy diapers, while me and mom just sit and watch.”

“Oh…she’s definitely your baby when that needs to happen.  I don’t want that.”

“Jack!  Jack!” You scream into the bedroom, and Finn beams at you.  His hand over your stomach, and she kicks at his hand again.  “Jack, Finn can feel her,” Finn smiles up at his dad, pulling his hand over where his sister was kicking at your stomach.  

“Oh!  Oh, she’s strong.  Look at you princess, you making sure that Daddy and Finny know you’re in there?  We can tell by looking at mommy’s belly,” you rub over your belly, giving her home a few taps.  “I didn’t mean that bad, babe.  You’re doing an amazing job growing our girl.”

“I didn’t take offense to it.  My belly is supposed to get bigger.”

“Wait.  Bigger than this?” Finn asks with his eyes wide.  “How much longer do we have to wait?”

“About sixteen weeks?” Finn repeats the amount, and looks up at his dad.  “It takes time to grow a baby.  You saw how small she was.  She’s gotta keep growing, and getting stronger.  Oh, ma’am, I need you to not be so active.  She’s like a little fish in there.  Finn, your dad used to pout when he couldn’t feel you.”

“I did not.”

“We were out to eat dinner, and he was pouting because he couldn’t feel you.  Got a bit of an attitude, but then I drank some soda, and put his hand over you, and he was so happy.  Smiled so big at your kicks.”

“Really?  Did it feel like this?” His hand presses up against your stomach again, searching for another place that she was moving, until you bring his hand to your side, and he could feel her again.  “It’s kinda weird.”

“Wait until she’s moving so much she makes your mom’s stomach roll around like there’s an alien in there.”

“No.  I don’t think I wanna see that.  I’m good.”

You lean your head back on Jack’s shoulder as he holds up your belly.  Your daughter pushes out your stomach, and you weakly groan at her.  “She’s getting too big.  We need to induce.”

“No.  No, the doctor says she’s growing just fine.  Is this helping?” You nod your head.  Thankful for some relief off your back.  Jack made a point to do this as many times as possible.  He could literally see your face relax the minute he took the weight of her off you.  “You think she’s going to like me?”

“She’s going to love you.  Probably going to like you more than me.  And I hope that she follows Finn around.  Crawls into his lap.  Feels safe and comfortable enough to just fall asleep next to him.  God, he wanted her so bad.”

“Why are you crying?”

“Because, I don’t want my baby to think he’s being replaced.  He’s been the only one for so long, so I hope she loves him so much, and wants him to be included.  I can’t have Finn regretting his Christmas wish.”

“Sharkie,” Jack coos at you, and gives you a kiss.  “She’s going to love him.  What’s not to love, babe?”

“I’ll give her to Elaine if she doesn’t.”

“Uh, no you won’t.”

“I’ll give her to Sy and Chelsea.”

“I’m keeping my baby girl.  She’s going to love Finn and Jedi.  She’s going to rely on you a lot, but I think our little angel is going to love everyone.”

“Jack!” Nick bursts into Jack’s office, and he glares up at the man.  “Why haven’t you been answering your phone?”

“Because I’m knee deep in paperwork.  What do you want?”

“TJ has been trying to call you, and so has your wife.  He had to rush her to the hospital because her water broke.  Finn is still in school.  Would you stop yelling at me?” He shouts into the phone.  “You need to get there, so he can pick Finn up from school.  Or he can call a grandparent to be on standby.  Yes, I know!  Just get your ass to the hospital.  This is a fast labor and…oh, that’s gross.  Would you tell her to quit screaming?”  

Cal drags Jack out of the office with his keys ready to drive as Jack looks through his texts and voicemails.  “Uh, Cal, I don’t care if you got to put the siren on.  They didn’t have time for an epidural, and she’s dilated at eight.  Get me to that hospital now!”

Jack rushes into your hospital room, and you cry.  Holding onto TJ’s hand as you push again.  Thankful that he made it before she was born.  Going to your other hand, and TJ tries to leave, “Don’t you go anywhere!”

“I need to get Finn.”

“Tell Cal!” Another contraction has you barring down, and gritting your teeth.  Barely hearing the doctor tell you she was crowning, and when Jack goes to look, you hold him tighter.  “Don’t you dare.”

“What?  Why?  I didn’t look with Finn.”

“If you look, you’ll never want to fuck me again.”

“Yep.  That sounds like her,” TJ laughs, giving a quick apology to the doctor and nurses.  “She’s…she’s got a mouth on her.

“Sharkie, I’ll always want to fuck you.  I just want to see our daughter….ow!” Everyone, including the doctor, looks up at Jack as you start pushing again.  Surprised that he was the one crying out in pain.  Sweat lines your brows, and you try to focus on your breathing.  She was almost here.  

“We’ve got us a head.  A few more times mama.  And you’ve got your baby girl.”

“Jack, please don’t look.  We’ll…we’ll watch a movie of someone else.”

“It won’t be my daughter though.  I just,” you look up at him glaring, and he nods his head, “Okay, yeah.  I won’t look.  Just keep pushing.  Bring us a baby.”

“Finn, are you sure this is what you want to get your sister?” Jack’s mom looks at the gray and white striped blanket, lined in silk, with an elephant head attached to it.  Trying to coax him into something different.  

“Yes, Nana.  She’s my baby sister, and I get her what I want.  I asked for her for Christmas,” she looks up to the ceiling, but it didn’t take much to figure out a September baby's conceivement date.  “Now, can I go meet my sissy now?”

Jack’s dad holds out a hand to his grandson, and walks him through the hospital, where Jack was sitting next to you on the bed, cradling your sleeping daughter.  “Finny,” you croak out.  It felt like you had nothing but tears of joy since her birth.  “You ready to meet your sissy?”

Nodding excitedly, he starts to crawl on your side of the bed, but Jack tsks him, “Finn, on this side, buddy.  Mom’s a bit sore,” he hands you the little angel who was fast asleep, and pulls Finn up onto the bed.

He looks down at her, and then up at his dad, giggling.  “Calliope Anne, you couldn’t wait until I was out of school?” Her eyes slightly part, and she releases a singing coo.  “Oh!  Calliope did you know I’m your big brother?  And I’m going to keep you safe.  Mom and dad are a handful.  You’re going to be sleeping in their room for a while.  They got you your own bed.  But you do have a room with a bigger bed in it.  And,” he makes grabby hands at his Nana, reaching for the little blanket.  “I got you this special toy.  He’s going to protect you.”

Out of all the things you had done right, your family was your favorite.  Letting Finn get settled on his dad’s lap, you let him hold the sleeping girl while she wasn’t hungry.  And just like a brand new toy at Christmas, Finn stares at her with so much awe and love.  “She’s so pretty like you, mama.”

And there the tears go again, but you let them fall as you lean over on Jack, and stare at your precious babies.  You were so happy and in love with them.

“Where’s that baby?” Elaine asks, walking through your front door.  “Hey, sweetheart,” she says, kissing your cheek.  “Your house looks beautiful.  TJ help with the Christmas decorations?”

“He did.  If you want Calliope, you’re going to have to fight Jack and Finn for her.  Finn hardly ever leaves Jack’s lap, and she never leaves Finn’s arms, unless it’s feeding or changing time,” she walks through the foyer, and into the living room, where it was Cal who was holding her.  Showing her the Christmas decorations, and whispering about her Christmas gifts.

“Finn, what did you ask from Santa?” With an extension of her arms, she takes the baby from Cal.  Booping her nose, and Calliope gives her a cute little giggle.  “You didn’t ask for another baby did you?”

“Mom said I couldn’t ask for one of those until Callie could talk,” the second that Calliope hears her brother’s voice, she coos, moving her head around in search of him.  “Bebe, she wants me.”

“I know, Finny.  Let me hold this baby a bit longer, since TJ and Dougie don’t want to give me one.  And what a beautiful angel she is.  Calliope you have the most darling parents and brother.  Yes, you do.  And you’re going to be just as spoiled as Finn.  And when you start walking.  Oh, you’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”

Calliope leans forward, and slaps her hand against the washing machine.  Looking up at you very disgruntled, and upset.  “Uh,” she grunts, tapping on the window again.

“I’m sorry, darling.  Your Sisi had to be washed before Christmas,” she looks back at the washing machine.  Her silky elephant is just rolling around in the water, and she throws her head back, giving a little cry.  “Calliope Anne O’Malley, you are just fine.”

“Fi!  Fi!” She lets out her distressed call for her bubbie, and he walks into the laundry room, and she points at the window.  “Bubbie!  Sisi!”

“Sisi was dirty.”

“Ahh!”

“What is wrong with my baby?  Oh,” Jack says when Calliope points back at the washing machine.  She had them both completely wrapped and concerned.  Even though this was a normal occurrence.  Sisi’s bath days was always a tough one for your princess.  She couldn’t let him out of her sight.  And would just watch as the elephant was tossed around in the water.  “Oh, sweet baby.  You want daddy to make you a sandwich, and you and Finny can watch to make sure Sisi comes out alive?”

She stutters her crying, pointing back at her silky.  “Jack, you can’t tell her Sisi is going to d-i-e.  Sit in there with the princess, and I’ll make boxes of food for you three,” Jedi gives a little bark, sitting beside your smallest baby.  “Four.  You can have a treat.  Best behaved out of all of you.”

“Yeah, but you love it,” Jack gives you a lingering kiss, and he grabs at your ass before you walk away to make everyone something to eat, while they do their monthly watch of a silky elephant.  You tried to wash her while Calliope was asleep, but she always woke up and looked for her.  

“Dad, do you think mom will get mad about one of my gifts I asked for?”

“Depends.  What did you ask for?”

Finn gives a tap onto his sister’s head, and she turns to look at him, cooing up at Finn in her special way.  It was like she had a special language with her brother and dad.  She always made cooing sounds to them.  Some things never changed.  “Yeah, maybe we shouldn’t mention that to mom.”

“She said when Calliope could walk and talk.  She says dada, mama, Sisi, Bubbi, Finn, and Jed.  She also can make a T sound when talking about TJ, and a Ca sound when talking about Cal.  She’s almost there.”

“Sisi!” Her chubby little hands clap together when the washer stops, but when Jack stands to put everything in the dryer, she pouts up at him.  “No, dada!  Sisi!  Bubbie, Sisi!”

“She’s gotta go for a few more spins.  This year, do you think you can open up your own presents?  You won’t be sleeping in someone’s arms,” Finn tries to give her a few tickles, but she wasn’t having it.  She was too preoccupied with her security blanket being shoved into the dryer.

“Sisi!  My!”

“Jack,” you whisper as Finn and Calliope watch that silly silky elephant.  You hadn’t had a chance to tell him, but you turn to the side, rubbing your belly.  

“Are you serious?” Nodding your head, you sit down in the little laundry room, pulling out sandwiches and goldfish from a basket.  “Like serious, serious?”

“Yes.  Isn’t that what you wanted all those nights?  Isn’t that what you were begging for?”

“Begging for what?” Finn takes a big bite of the peanut butter and jelly, and tears off a piece for Calliope who messily eats it, but still watches her elephant.  

“One day you will understand, son.  And tonight, you two got to go to bed early, because tomorrow is Christmas.”

“Sisi!” Just to make sure you hadn’t forgotten about the silky, Calliope taps the glass angrily.  

“And Sisi is going to be nice and clean for everyone to come over and see.  Here, eat a fishie,” she grabs the fish out of your hand, and backs her butt towards her bubbie, before plopping down in his lap.  “Finny, you still like that Christmas gift?”

“It’s a hard choice between her and Jedi of who I like more,” it really was.  And you loved your little Christmas babies.  With one on the way.  Christmas miracles, wishes, gifts, and asks will always be your favorite.  Magic always happens on Christmas.

The End

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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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Masterlist

Here’s my masterlist, which I will do my best to keep up to date! Smut will be tagged, please don’t read it if you’re under 18. Thank you! Enjoy!

Updated 4/15/20

My first con experience

12 Nights of Fanfiction

TJ Hammond 

Here’s a little disclaimer that I write TJ as bisexual. If you don’t like it, please don’t read it! And if you want to argue with me over whether or not he’s into girls, please rewatch Political Animals. Also.. Its all fiction, so why do you care so much? Thanks!

Missing You: photographer!TJ x female!Reader.

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Little Do You Know: bi!TJ soulmate au - FINISHED *

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Imagines & Drabbles

“I heard you talking in your sleep.”

Sebastian Stan

You’ve Haunted Me All My Life: Soulmate AU. On your 18th birthday, the first words your soulmate will ever speak to you appear on the flesh just above your heart. You spend the rest of your time on this earth searching for your missing piece.

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Part 3 is still being written.

Wake Me Up: In which the reader begins texting someone named Sebastian thanks to her roommate trying to play cupid. 

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Part 3 is still being written.

Imagines & Drabbles

Hoodie

“I’ll kill him/her.”

“I love it when you say my name.”

Bucky Barnes

Quarantine

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Wishing you were here...

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Sleepwalking

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Hook, line and sinker.

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I Hate You, I Love You: When you agreed to go undercover with James Barnes, nobody ever warned you that you might fall in love with him... or that he may not love you in return.

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Part 3 is still being written..

Imagines & Drabbles

“Here, take my sweater.” & “I missed you.”

40′s Bucky fluff

That one where Bucky finally shows you what you actually deserve *nsfw*

“I’m not jealous.” & “You look so cute when you pout like that.”

“I might have had a few shots.” & “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

“Use your words.”

“You’re burning up, let me take this off of you.” & “Baby, it’s okay.. It’s just me.”

“Why are you so nervous?”, “Do I make you nervous?” & “I wish you could see how perfect you are.”

The Haircut * | The Shave*

Lance Tucker

Dreamkiller: Watching your little sister live out your dream becomes even more difficult when you start to develop feelings for her coach.

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Part 2 is still being written.

Imagines & Drabbles

That one with the pizza box.

Steven Rogers

I lost my mind:You meet Grant through an anonymous dating app and find yourself falling for him quicker than you expected. Who will he turn out to be, though?

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Imagines & Drabbles

“I had a dream about you” & “Did you just whimper?” *brief nsfw*

Chris Evans

Imagines & Drabbles

“Lets play 20 questions.. but the dirty version.”