#i can’t believe i was so out of it i just replied with ‘ok daddy’ HELP ME

[callilouv]

had a lot of fun last night wwww

[bradshawsvinyl]

Begin Again

Part two.

As a first grade teacher, you couldn’t help but fall for your sweet student and her very attractive Navy fighter pilot father.

based off an ask! (screenshot at the bottom.)

You woke up on September 6th joyful and excited. It was your first day as a first grade teacher in San Diego. You had wanted to be an elementary school teacher for as long as you could remember and after six years of schooling, you were finally ready.

Your first day teaching went well. You and your students played games and got to know each other. By three thirty all of your students were picked up except one.

Tara Bradshaw was a little girl with brown curly hair and big brown eyes. No one had come to pick her up yet so you decided to stay behind with her for a while and try to get in contact with her parents.

“Hey Tara,” you said while kneeling down to her level in the pick up area. “Let’s go back inside okay? I’ll call your parents and remind them to come get you.”

“Okay.” Tara replied hesitantly while grabbing your hand. “Can you call my daddy?”

“Of course I can, sweetheart.” You replied “Let’s go.”

The walk back to your classroom was short. While Tara made herself comfortable at her desk, you picked up her file and phoned the number.

“Hello,” A deep voice answered after the third ring.

“Hi. I’m Tara’s first grade teacher at school and I was just calling to ask if there was someone available to pick her up? School ended at three o'clock and she’s still here with me.” You said politely.

“Shit,” The deep voice replied. “I’m so sorry. I’m at work right now. I completely forgot. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“No worries,” you replied kindly. “Bye.” You said quickly before hanging up.

Bradley hung up his phone and quickly made his way to the school. He couldn’t believe he had forgotten to pick up Tara. He felt like the worst father in the world.

Tara’s mom left Bradley when Tara was only two years old and he hasn’t heard from her since. Being a single father was hard for him. He was the only one in charge of taking Tara to school, bringing her home, feeding her and more.

Bradley got to the school within ten minutes and quickly made his way inside. After visiting the main office, he found your classroom. He knocked on the door. “Thank you so much for staying with her. I can’t believe I forgot.” He said as Tara started running towards him.

“It happens,” you replied sweetly. “No worries I promise!”

Bradley knelt down to Tara and said, “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

Tara hugged him and said, “It’s ok daddy.”

You watched the heartwarming scene. Feeling a sense of fulfillment that you had seemingly helped a stressed out Bradley. As Bradley stood to leave with Tara, he glanced at you and couldn’t help but notice your warm eyes and polite smile.

“You know,” he said sheepishly, “Tara’s lucky to have such a caring and uh…cute teacher like you.”

You chuckled softly, feeling flustered. “Thank you Bradley. I’m just happy I got to spend some extra time with Tara today.”

“Yeah well thanks,” He replied “Tara say bye to your teacher.”

“Bye bye!” She said as Bradley gathered Tara’s belongings and smiled at you, leaving a bright blush and flutter in your stomach.

“Jesus Christ Bradshaw,” Bradley said as he buckled Tara into her car seat. “Get it together.”

Bradley couldn’t believe he had been stupid enough to call you cute. You were his daughter's teacher and here he was hitting on you. He couldn’t believe what he had done.

As Tara napped on the short drive to their house. Bradley called his best friend, Phoenix.

“I’m so stupid,” he said into the phone as soon as she picked up.

“No hi Bradshaw?” She replied, the hint of a smile in her voice. “What did you do this time?”

“I picked Tara up from school late and then I called her teacher cute.” He said, sounding slightly frustrated with himself.

On the other side of the phone, Phoenix burst out laughing. “Oh my god Rooster.” She said, still laughing. “Well was she pretty.”

“Of course she was pretty, Nat. She might be the most beautiful woman I've seen in a long time” Bradley said as he recalled your sweet face. “Look, I just got home and I have to bring Tara inside. I’ll call you later.”

“If she really is that cute, don't worry about it, Rooster.” Phoenix said before hanging up.

To Bradley’s surprise, Tara was awake in the backseat. As they both went inside their home, Bradley couldn’t help but worry about how he was going to face you tomorrow. Embarrassed couldn't even describe how he felt.

The next school day went by quickly. You again woke up early and made the drive to work. Your students seemed excited about the lessons today, and you felt proud that you were able to get them to like you. You were trying to distract yourself from the voice in your head that was seemingly screaming BRADLEY CALLED YOU HOT.

Bradley Bradshaw was attractive. You couldn’t deny that. He had loose, curly brown hair and big puppy dog eyes. But it was probably wildly inappropriate to have a crush on your student's father. For all you knew, Bradley was married.

But you hadn’t seen a ring. And for some reason, that excited you.

At dismissal today, Tara was the last student to get picked up. But at least Bradley wasn’t extremely late today.

When Tara caught sight of her dad, she began jumping up and down. Once her father was in earshot, she turned to you and proudly said, “My daddy thinks you’re pretty!”

Here’s the ask!

I’ll make a part two if people are interested!

[babymetaldoll]

First day (Spencer Reid x fem!reader)

Part of the "We are not gonna make it" writing challenge @aperrywilliams and I are hosting during October.

Event Masterlist - Main Masterlist

Summary: Spencer is having a lot of problems dealing with his daughter's first day of school. 

Word count: 1.720

Warnings: Just pure fluff 

A/N: Hey! this was so sweet to write, I hope you enjoy it. 

- “I’m not ready.” - I whisper as I look at my little five-year-old daughter preparing for her first official school day. She is putting all the snacks my wife got ready for her into her lunchbox, and we both stare at her in adoration from the other side of the kitchen counter.

Little Rose is ecstatic. She has been talking about this all week. We visited her classroom and met her teacher already, and since then, all she wants is to come back to school, learn, and make friends. 

- “I’m never gonna be ready.” - I add and my wife turns to me with a small smile as my eyes keep fixed on our baby girl. Of course, I know this is hard for her as well. Our girl is growing up too fast, life is passing us so quickly. 

- “It’s just her first day of school, not her first date. Though that might happen soon now that she will be meeting boys.” 

- “Are you trying to calm me down?”- I turn to her, frowning, and she just laughs, wrapping an arm around my waist. 

- “Absolutely not, but I love how you are freaking out so much.” 

- “Ready! Mommy! Daddy!”- Rosie yells and grabs her backpack. - “Let’s go to school!” 

- “Ok lovebug, we are coming.”- (Y/N) walks to her and makes sure all her things are packed correctly. Then, she helps our daughter put on her little jacket and shoes as I shake myself from my intrusive thoughts and follow their moves. 

My wife takes a few pictures of our daughter at our front porch holding a letter board that reads “Rosie’s first day of school” and somehow that makes it all even more real, and painful. It’s happening. My little girl is going to school. 

It’s a short ride from our house to Rosie’s primary school. In less than ten minutes, I’m parking the car outside, feeling the knot in my throat getting tighter as the time to let my baby girl alone is inevitable. 

- “Ready to learn, lovebug?”- (Y/N) takes our daughter from her chair and grabs her backpack. Rosie jumps, clearly excited, and I try to smile though I’m in fact, fighting the tears. 

- “Yes! I wanna learn!”

- “Dad and I will be waiting for you right here at four, ok?”- my wife assures her. Of course, we asked for the entire week off work, to join Rose on her first day and to be there for her in case of any adaptation issues during the first few days.   

- “Come here, lovebug.”- I kneel in front of her and wrap my arms around her, feeling her tiny hands on my neck.- “Do you want us to walk you to your classroom?”

- “Yes, Daddy! please!”

Finally, the answer I actually wanted to hear. But before we walk into the main hall, Miss Daisy welcomes us with a big smile and looks at our daughter. 

- “Hello there, little one! ready for your first day?”

- “Yes!”

I thought Rose would be nervous, I don’t know why, maybe ‘cos I wanted to believe she was going to be as terrified as I was of the unknown at her age. It’s so shocking to see she has grown so differently. So strong and independent. I know it’s a sign (Y/N) and I have done a good job as her parents. But still, it hurts to know she doesn’t depend on us as much as she did a few years ago. And it will only get worse from this day on. 

She is still just five years old, I know I’m getting ahead with these thoughts, but I can’t stop them. The only thing that takes me from my mind is Rosie’s hand, leaving mine. 

- “Bye, Daddy!”- and she waves as she takes a few steps closer to Miss Daisy. 

- “Parents are allowed only to this point.”- my wife explains, probably noticing I was absolutely lost in my own head. I kneel again and open my arms. 

- “One more hug for daddy!”- I request my daughter, and she replies running to me, giggling. The sound of those giggles can fix anything wrong in my life, I swear. 

- “I love you so much, lovebug. Be good today.”- I whisper and kiss her cheeks a few times. 

- “Yes, Daddy.”

(Y/N) wraps her arms around our daughter, kissing her and wishing her a good day. She also takes a few more pictures as Rose walks the hall with the teacher and a few more kids. She is already talking with another little girl. I would have never done that. My daughter is already stronger and better than me. That makes me feel proud. 

Nevertheless, that doesn’t stop the tears from falling down my cheeks. I have to bite my lips not to burst out crying in that school lobby. My wife wipes her own tears as I wrap an arm around her, the two of us still staring at our little girl, walking away from us, not looking back once the entire time. 

- “I wasn’t ready.”- I whisper and sigh. (Y/N) rests her head against my arm in silence for a few seconds. 

- “I knew it was going to be painful.”- she finally whispers.- “And I know it’s normal, but still, it’s such a big reality check to watch her walking away from us.” 

We both sigh and stare until our daughter is out of sight. I hold her hand as we start walking back to the car and somehow, I feel a little empty now that Rose isn’t here. 

- “Wanna grab coffee?”- my wife asks as we get into the car.- “Technically, we have the entire day for us.”

- “Coffee sounds great, honey.”  

I drive us to our favorite place, and as we sit to wait for the waitress, I speak my mind. 

- “Do you think she is ok?” 

- “Yes. You know if there was anything wrong they would call us.”

- “I know… but, what if she is struggling to tell the teacher she isn’t feeling good?”

- “When has Rose Diana Reid not spoken her mind?”- (Y/N) asks and smiles.- “That little girl has a very strong voice, and you know it. She convinced you to eat more greens for your health.”

I chuckle and just nod. The waitress finally arrives and gets our order and once we are alone again, (Y/N) holds my hand upon the table and asks.   

- “Why are you so worried?”

I pause and look at her, knowing she is fully aware of my high school experience and how painful it had been. So I guess, though it’s obvious, I should just get it off my chest.  

- “What if… what if someone is mean to her?”- (Y/N) squeezes my hand and smiles at me sweetly. 

- “If that ever happens, and I’m sure it will not, she knows what to do. Starts with “kick” and ends with “asses”, just like we taught her.”

I chuckle at those words. She is right about it, we have taught our little kid to be strong and stand her ground. But yet, I can’t help but be worried. She is my baby. 

- “I know, but I just don’t want her to go through any of the things I did when I was in school.” 

- “Stop projecting.”- my wife says and holds my hand.

- “I am not.”

- “Yes, you are. You just have to trust we’ve given her all the tools she needs to stand up for herself. She is not a baby anymore, she is a girl. A very smart, sweet, and strong girl.”

- “Just like her mother.”- I whisper and my wife just smiles. 

- “You are smart, sweet, and strong as well, Spencer.” 

I just smile and stare at her. 

- “I love you so much.”- the words come out as a whisper, probably ‘cause I feel so emotional at the moment I think I might start crying. It’s not my best moment. By far. 

- “I love you too, Spencer.”- (Y/N) smiles at me and scoots closer to kiss my cheek.- “I think I have something that might cheer you up.”

- “What?”

My wife just stares at me in silence, smiling for a few seconds, before she starts talking again. 

- “I think the reason why you are so sad about Rose going to school is because she is growing up too fast and she is not your baby anymore.”

- “There is no need to shove it on my face.”- I reply and pretend to be in pain. (Y/N) opens her bag and takes an envelope. 

- “So this might make you feel better.”

- “What is it? Is everything ok?”- I ask her as I start reading.

- “Everything is perfect” 

- “Your HCG levels are so high”- I mumble as I read the results. She just smiles and nods. I read the exam in a second, but the information doesn’t seem to make sense.

- “But… does.. is it?”- I look at her in shock and she just smiles. 

- “I’m six weeks pregnant, Spencer. So get ready for baby Reid number two.”

I wide open my eyes as I hear her say those words. My heart is rising inside my chest and I hold her close to my body, not believing what is happening. 

- “Are you sure?”

- “Very sure, honey.”

- “My god, I love you so much!”- I say and kiss her lips as soon as I can. She giggles and kisses me, but the waitress appears that moment with all our food and we have to move apart for a moment at least. 

- “When did you first know?”

- “I was late and had scheduled an appointment with my doctor already, so I thought, what the hell, let’s make a test. And when it came positive I knew I had to wait for a special moment to tell you.” 

- “So you waited until I was having a serious meltdown during our daughter’s first day at school?”- and she just smiles and nods. - “I love you so much.”

- “I love you more.”

- “I seriously doubt it.”

[cranberryjuice-posts]

Kissin I hope they caught us

Pairings - clarisse x fem! Daughter of Hecate reader

Synopsis - secrete relationship

The Ares Kids scoffed as clarisse shoved them out of the cabin.

“This is our cabin to you can’t just kick us out when you want” kyler complained as he grabbed his shoes. Clarisse on the other hand didn’t care.

“You should be thanking me since your lazy ass can’t even swing that sword correctly” she shoved a sword into his chest. “Train and maybe I’ll let the rest of y’all back in— you all have been slacking and that’s clear since the other team has beaten us three fucking times this past month in capture the flag, get your act together”

The rest of the cabin didn’t say anything in response just quickly moving out. Once they were gone clarisse leaned back against the ladder that leaned upstairs.

“Hey”

“Holy shit!” She yelled. You stood behind her laughing, being a daughter of Hecate you had some minor godly abilites some being witchcraft and shadow travel. “How many times to I have to tell you to stop fucking sneaking up on me like that” she complained but wrapped her hands around your waist and place a light kiss on your lips.

You giggled and wrapped your arms around her neck before mumbling against her. “Yeah Well you love me so you’ll get over it, and I’m on time this time 9:30 am” you grinned against her lips.

She just chuckled and put a hand to the side of your face looking down at you with such a soft look that if anyone else saw it they wouldn’t believe it was her, her face soon turned more sarcastic however. “How does your mommy feel about you making out with the daughter of war”

you raised an eyebrow. “And How does your daddy feel about his favorite daughter making out with a Demi-Titan”

Clarisse scoffed. “Don’t call yourself that, your as much of a demigod as anyone else here” you rolled your eyes. “Ok Claire”

“I’m serious y/n—“

“Clarisse what is Hecate”

“A goddess” she answered almost as if it was fact. You however gave her an unamused look. “Fine she’s a Titan — but she has an honorary spot among the Olympians because she sided with them in the fight against Kronos making her a goddess”

“Still she’s a Titan so technically I would be a Demi-Titan theres nothing wrong we me admitting that and do you really think I give to shits what anyone else thinks” you leaned into her once again and kissed her. Clarisse Just sighed in defeat into the kiss and pulled you closer.

Soon you found yourself in clarisses bed which was a single bed in the corner of the upstairs part of the cabin, she had a curtian nailed to the wall for more privacy as her cabin was mostly guys and he bed placed against the window.

You sat on her waist while both of you continued to kiss. A few sly and sarcastic remarks here n there but that just made it all the more enjoyable.

You tucked a stray curl behind clarisses ear. “You know your pretty right”

“You tell me Everyday” she sarcastically replied but you just hummed. “Yeah Well It’s True”

The ares cabin door loudly opened and clarisse groaned knowing her siblings were back. “Fuck” she scoffed.. Clarisse moved you off of her and stepped out of her bed making sure the curtian was closed before looking over the side of the railing. “What the hell are you doing back so early?”

Her siblings didn’t noticed clarisses disheveled appearance. Mark spoke up. “Paula got into a fight with a Demeter kid so Chiron told us all to go to the cabin for the rest of the day because he didn’t want us to cause more problems.” Clarisse let out a pissed off sigh.

“Whatever” she groaned and went back to her bed.. Clarisse lifted the curtian slightly and slid in. she leaned into you and kissed you softly before whispering. “Get outta here k.. I’ll see you around”

You nodded and kissed her Mkay” before you left however she grabbed your wrist. “Sneak back in later tonight” with that clarisse let you go, watching as you disappeared into the shadows

——

The camp was down at the lake, they were all either swiming- in the canoes or on the rubber mats in the water.

Clarisse snuck away from her cabin and walked into the woods.. she saw you leaning against a tree and smiled. She grabbed your waist softly and pulled you into a kiss. You pulled away and giggled. “Mm careful clarisse my girlfriend likes to beat up people”

Clarisse Rolled her Eyes playfully. “Oh No, we better not get caught then huh” you giggled as she leaned in to kiss you once again. You gently tugged clarisses hair to mess with her, laughing into the kiss as she pinched your sides.

“Y/n where a—“ an aphrodite girl paused when she saw the scene. You shoved clarisse back some embarrassed.. you watched as the daughter of Aphrodite ran away worried that the cat was now out of the bag but clarisse didn’t seem to mind. “Lise” you complained and pushed her head off your neck but she just gave you a sarcastic look.

“Hm”

“We Just got caught by drew, drew Tanaka Aphrodite girl?! Lise she’s gonna tell everyone”

Clarisse Just shrugged her shoulders and continued to kiss you. “Whatever i hope she tells everyone, gives me more of a reason to show you off” she kissed your cheek before kissing your lips once again.

“Huh” you panted confused. Clarisse pulled away with a raised eyebrow. “Did I stutter? I wanna show you off, not let anyone else mess around with you”

She laughed at your blushing cheeks “let’s get back before the camp thinks we’re fucking out here, we both know how drew changes the truth” she grinned and grabbed your hand leading you back to the camp.

[navybrat817]

I’m just gonna drop a little gift here…

LOOK AT HIM SO FUCKING GORGEOUS AND HOT AND 😩😩😩😩😩

Ok love you byeeeee✌🏻

LOOK AT HIM. I say nothing is perfect and then he comes along. And are we getting a glimpse inside of Smartie's mind?

Daddy? Sorry.

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: Over 760 Warnings: Discussion of Bucky being d-addy. Hehe.

A/N: Stud and Smartie nonsense. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

"You know what I don't get? The 'Daddy? Sorry.' thing," you told Natasha as you waited for Bucky to join you at the cafe for lunch. It was a beautiful day to sit outside. "Is it bad that I don't get it?"

"Not bad," Natasha replied, cocking an eyebrow at you and not questioning the out of the blue topic. "But what exactly are you not getting?"

"I guess calling a guy 'Daddy'," you shrugged, adding air quotes for good measure. "I've never done it."

"So, you haven't called Bucky 'Daddy'?" she smirked.

“No, I haven’t. I just said I haven’t called anyone that,” you said, holding your chin high when her expression didn’t change.

If there was one thing you appreciated about Natasha, she never made you feel dumb or embarrassed for any candid discussions you had with her. Even when she teased you, it was all in good fun. Bucky liked that the two of you became friends, though he preferred to be your main confidant. You felt the same way about him.

“But he isn’t just anyone.”

“I know,” you smiled, glancing around to see if he arrived yet. “He’s special.”

My future husband. I just know it.

“And you’re special to him, too. Can’t have Stud without Smartie,” the redhead said as you smiled more. It was nice to hear that. “Okay. In your mind, how would you describe a Daddy?”

You snorted a bit because you couldn’t believe this was where the conversation went. Well, you brought it up. You should’ve known your friend would ask questions. She did have a way of getting people to talk.

“Besides handsome?” you asked, getting a nod in agreement. You had to think about it before you continued. “I guess someone protective and maybe a bit dominant? Not in a controlling way, but in a ‘I want to take care of you’ kind of way.”

Bucky was the most protective person you knew. It wasn’t just physically standing up for you if he felt the need to step in and defend you. He cared about your mental well-being and feelings. And while he didn’t mind you taking the lead, he was very much the more dominant of the two of you. No matter what, you knew you were his number one priority in and out of bed.

“Go on,” she urged, taking a sip as she kept her neutral gaze on you.

A small smile touched your lips as you adjusted the hoodie you were wearing. It was Bucky’s, of course. “And I guess it can be playful and affectionate, like I want to tease him. Can you imagine if I called him that in front of everyone?” you asked, giggling as you pictured a couple of expressions he might give you from hearing the nickname. “But it’s also vulnerable, in a way, because it might sound awkward if I say it and he may not like it. What matters is that I trusted him enough to say it though and he might like it.”

I trust him to tell me the truth.

“Why do you think he’d like it?”

You looked at her without an ounce of shame. “Because it's that extra bit of assurance that I’m his.”

But it also says he’s mine, right?

Natasha gave you a rare wide smile. “Sounds like you understand it just fine.”

As if he sensed the two of you were discussing him, Bucky came into view. If your friend heard you whimper, she kindly didn’t call you out on it. Maybe she was used to you gazing at Bucky Barnes like he was a work of art that you had the privilege to touch.

Your brain tried to tell your eyes to quit looking at him like a creep, but you didn’t blink. You just stared at your man and tried not to drool as you took in his tight blue sweater and pulled back hair. His stance and size screamed “power” and you suddenly wished he’d bend you over the table and take you right there. There was also a softness about him that made you want to burrow in his arms and never leave.

Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry. OH. I fucking get it now. Is this a new kink unlocked? Wait, is it a kink?

“Call him ‘Daddy’ and I’ll pay for lunch,” Natasha offered as Bucky spotted you both and headed to the table.

“That’s a conversation for Daddy and I to have first,” you joked.

And knowing Bucky, he’d be happy with whatever you called him.

How do we think he'd react? Love and thanks! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ KoFi

[sorchathered]

Requiem-Rafael Barba x reader

Summary- ADA Barba has one thing he can’t live without, fear of losing it consumes his dreams.

Warnings- smut smut smutty smut, dirty talk, language, bit of a daddy kink, just me being self indulgent and salivating over Barba.

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He should’ve known it would never be easy.

Get the girl, fall in love, live happily ever after…those were not things he’d ever expected to happen in his life. His job was grueling, the hours chaotic; how could someone be expected to sign up for that? The media scrutiny that came with his high profile career alone should have sent you running for the hills. But none of it deterred you, you kept him grounded when things got too dark, you soothed his troubled mind in a way he could have only dreamed of, and now the one thing he’d wanted more than anything was most likely being ripped from him.

It was supposed to be a simple night out, it had been a migraine inducing week and all Raphael wanted was a nice dinner and to spend the weekend buried in you. He’d texted that he was on his way to the restaurant, but no reply came from his girl. That should’ve been the first red flag. You were chronically on your phone during the work week, he had to pry it from your hands most nights to get you to rest, sometimes he even hid it on the weekends just so you would pull yourself away from your cases and take a minute to breathe. You made his level of professionalism look meager sometimes, and that was truly saying something.

On the third round of calls it picked up and he felt relief flood his system. “Amore, you had me worried! I-“

“Barba? Is that you?” His blood runs cold at the voice on the other side; Olivia Benson had your phone. “Liv- please don’t say it.” “We got a call to this location, a town car with the driver shot, signs of a struggle in the backseat.” “Text me the address.” He was already running, two blocks was nothing over something like this, his worst fear playing out before his eyes.

-

Waking with a shout, Raphael nearly falls from his bed in his Upper East Side penthouse, drenched in sweat and tangled in his fancy Egyptian cotton bedsheets. The alarm clock by his bed read 2 am, and despite his outburst you slept soundly beside him, blissfully unaware that he’d just had a nightmare that rocked him to his core. It was his worst fear, going public with your relationship meant putting you directly in the public eye; opening you up to media scrutiny and allowing anyone with a grudge against him the perfect target to send him to his knees.

He swiped the stray tears that had formed and tried to regulate his breathing, he couldn’t get his heart rate down and it felt like he was choking on the air he tried desperately to take in. You were fine, peaceful even, a serene look on your face as the lights from the New York skyline glowed across the exposed skin of your body. Gorgeous, and totally unaware of how terrified he was to lose you.

He padded down the hall to the bathroom, splashing cold water across his face, still in a daze. Hearing the door crack open, he glanced behind him in the mirror reflection. Of course you’d come to find him. He must look a mess, wild green eyes trained on you as you crossed the threshold to wind your arms around his waist, body pressed against him tightly and he finally felt himself relax.

“What’s wrong Raf? You getting sick baby?” You turned him in your arms to press a hand to his forehead and he melted into your touch, curling himself around you and nuzzling his scruff against your neck.

“Bad dream Amore, I’ll be ok.” You quirked a brow at him, you didn’t believe him a bit, he looked unmoored; his cool exterior rattled in a way you’d never seen before.

“I don't know that I believe you darling, but I’m patient. I’ll wait until you’re ready to tell me. For now, what do you need?” He stroked your cheek and his eyes softened as he took you in. “You, just you.”

-

He had you in his arms and was carrying you back towards the bed immediately, soft kisses pressed to his hair as you let your hands slide around his neck. He needed this, just the closeness and love only you could provide would be enough to bring him the peace he needed. Spread out on his mattress you looked like an angel, the glow of the city illuminating your body as he undressed you in the moonlight. “Love me Rafi, let me make it better baby.” He felt a shiver roll down his spine as he sprawls across your body, chests pressed together as he takes your face in his hands and kisses you softly. You sigh as he becomes more urgent, tongue mingling with yours as his palms slide down your sides to grip your hips, pressing his hard length against you and groaning low in his throat.

You whine at the feeling, grinding your hips down into his to get more, it will never be enough until he’s filled you, but ever the tease he plays your body like a well loved instrument until he has you panting and writhing into the mattress. His cologne, the heat from his skin, the filthy words he whispers as he brings you to the edge with his hands and mouth become almost too much to bear, it has you begging him to fuck you and he can’t help the chuckle that bubbles up, his sweet girl reduced to tears over the pleasure he gives. It’s euphoric, knowing he can get you like this. No one else gets to have you this way, only him.

“You want my cock, cariño? Look at you, so good for me. Mi hermoso, mi corazón, I love you. You’re everything to me. Tell me you want it sweet angel, I’ll give you what you need.” His words felt like a brand on your skin, your heart so full for this man, he was otherworldly, truly a gift. He brought his mouth back to yours, nipping at your bottom lip as you bucked up into his hand, you couldn’t form the words it was all too much and yet you needed so much more. “Daddy please, please fuck me- need you close” you stuttered out and he freed himself from his briefs. oh he was mouth watering, toned chest slick from sweat, your eyes followed the trail of chest hair down his happy trail, whimper escaping you as you took in his thick cock in his hand, pumping slowly with mirth in his gaze as he watched you squirm. He would never admit it to anyone, but he really did love it when you called him daddy, the age gap wasn’t even that large honestly, but something about it made him impossibly harder for you, and he couldn’t be bothered to hold himself back anymore.

“Beautiful girl, you make me crazy you know that?” He said as he ran himself through your folds slowly, deliberately, before sinking himself into you and watching as your back arched off the mattress. Sliding his arms under your back he slams himself into you, setting a brutal pace that has you crying and shaking in his hold. So good, it feels so good, and he knows neither of you are going to last long at all. Pressing his thumb to your clit he watches as your release shudders through you, your pussy pulling him in like a vice and he comes deep, moaning your name against your mouth like a prayer.

You both fall asleep like that, connected as intimately as possible, and the nightmares stay away for another night. When morning comes he’ll shrug it off as if it was nothing; but in the back of his mind he’ll be making a list to update his and your security at work, and holding you a little closer than usual before he leaves for the office. It won’t ever fully leave his mind, but little moments of peace with you will make it worthwhile.

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[marvelfangeek09]

Is that a no on the courthouse?

Based on a comic by @daiwild

Trucy skipped up to Phoenix. “Bye Daddy! I’m heading out!”

“Heading off to school, sweetie? Aren’t you a little late?” Phoenix said, smiling at his daughter.

“Phoenix, it’s Saturday,” Miles said, not looking up from the newspaper.

“Well excuse me for not paying attention to details like date and time. We can’t all be on top of things.”

Miles looked up from the newspaper just to smirk at him, “With me and Trucy here, it’s not going to be you who's on top of things.”

“Shut it.” Phoenix said as Trucy giggled at them. “Where are you going sweetheart?”

“Going to practice for my show! Ema promised that she would help out!”

“She was always very brave.” 

Trucy nodded seriously. “Her sacrifice will be remembered. Ok gotta go, bye!!!”

“Wait,” Phoenix stepped away from preparing his coffee and walked over to Trucy putting a hand on her shoulder. And kissed her forehead. “Alright, you can go.”

“Oh, Daddy.” She giggled as she headed out the door. “See you later!”

Phoenix poured out a cup of coffee in his favorite mug, a #1 dad mug that Trucy got for him years ago, and grabbed Miles’ tea that he’d left seeping. “Here you go, Miles.”

Miles smiled up at Phoenix, “Thank you.”

“So, what do you think about the venue?”

“The venue?”

“Yeah, should the wedding be at the courthouse? Or is it too ‘on the nose…’” Phoenix asked, flipping through the parts of the newspaper that Miles had discarded. 

Miles froze, his tea halfway to his mouth. He was distantly aware that he should put his teacup down before he dropped it, but he couldn’t do anything but stare at Phoenix. 

“What?” Phoenix asked when Miles didn’t reply. “Is that a no on the courthouse?”

Miles continued to stare at his boyfriend. “What wedding?” He managed to force out.

Phoenix rolled his eyes, “Our wedding obvious…” His face became several shades paler and he dropped the newspaper. “Shit.” 

Phoenix shot out of his chair, towards their bedroom. Miles would normally tease him for it, but he became rooted to the chair. He could hear Phoenix rooting around for something, (though Miles had a growing suspicion what that something was that he was searching for) and a few moments later, Phoenix burst out back into the kitchen. 

Kneeling a few feet in front of him.

With a small box in his hands.

That contained a ring with a small, pink gem in the middle.

Phoenix gave him an abashed smile, “Marry me?”

Miles looked at Phoenix, and then the ring. And the Phoenix again. And the ring again.

Then he burst out laughing.

“Hey!” Phoenix exclaimed. “At least say yes or no!”

“I can’t believe that you forgot to ask me!” Edgeworth laughed between him trying to catch his breath. “How do you forget something like that?” 

Phoenix pouted from his place on the floor. “I’ve been busy!”

“Oh stop pouting, I’m not the one who forgot to propose. I am absolutely never going to let you forget this. I can’t believe I’m in love with you.”

“So is that a yes?”

Miles smiled at Phoenix, “Oh course it’s a yes, you idiot.”

Phoenix pout immediately split into a big, goofy grin as he slid the ring onto Miles’ hand. “Alright you big meanie, now help me up. I don’t think my back is going to let me up by myself.”

Miles rolled his eyes, but there wasn’t any real annoyance there. It’s hard to stay annoyed at someone when you can’t look into their eyes without bursting into a smile. Miles grabbed his hands and helped Phoenix up.

“It’s a yes, by the way.” Miles says, as they returned to their usual spots at the kitchen table, still holding hands. 

“Huh? What is a yes?” Phoenix said, not looking up from the ring on Miles’ finger. 

“The courtroom venue. It sounds lovely.”

[mavrellover91]

HOMECOMING

Hey, I thought I would try my hand at writing a story about Jake Seresin. Hope you enjoy it.

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Female reader

Warning: No warnings just fluff.      

Word count: 896

A/N: I give no permission for my work to be copied, translated and or posted anywhere else online.

God I can’t believe it is finally happening. After five long months my husband, the one and only Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, is about to meet his little girl. This has been the hardest deployment yet. Saying goodbye to your husband when you’re seven months pregnant was downright cruel but not as cruel as watching the agony on Jake’s face as he watches me give birth to our baby girl through a computer screen. But in less than ten minutes my family will be whole.

I look around the hanger at all the families waiting for their loved ones to arrive. Children running around the the decorated hanger in their Sunday best. Their mother yelling out for them not get dirty, that daddy will be here soon. I lock eyes with Penny and Mav as I look anywhere but the closed hanger doors because I know if I do I’m going to start crying. God that was meant to stop once I had my little girl. Fuck I ha to blink a couple of times to stop the tears from falling. Penny gives me a big smile as she and Mav walk over to me. “How you doing mama” she asks. “Excited, nervous for some reason. God I can’t wait to Jake holding our little girl” I reply with a watery smile. “Not long now” Mav tells me “Hangman is going to be the first one to land” he informs me “but I don’t tell you that” he says with a wink. I can’t help but laugh at Mav.

Just then I can hear the roaring engines of the jets as they fly closer. As the jets move towards the hangar the noise rises waking the baby up. She lets out a loud annoyed cry that she has been woken up. God she is just like her father who is also grumpy when he is woken up. “Hey now pumpkin, you’re ok. Daddy’s almost here” I tell her as I pick up my eight week old daughter. Rocking her until she stops crying and blinks up at me with her blue eyes that have started to change to her father’s beautiful green colour. “God she is so beautiful” Penny says as she looks down at her “but it’s no wonder when you look at who her parents are”.

I start laughing as I rearrange my sweet baby so I can pick up the sign I had made. A sign that says ‘Welcome home, Daddy. I've waited my whole life to meet you.' “Jake will definitely have his hands full when she gets older” I reply as we walk through the crowd towards to open hanger doors, “ain’t that the truth?” Mav laughs. Just as we get to the doors we see the jets start their descent. Holding my breath as I always do when I watch them start to land. Once they are on the ground I let out my breath. I watch as the pilots start hopping down from their planes.

As soon as Cyclone gives the all clear I take off running towards Jake. Who when he sees me coming hands off his helmet and running towards us. As we meet in the middle of the tarmac I start crying as his arms wrap around us. I feel safe and complete as his kisses me. “God I missed you sweetheart” he tells me as he presses his lips to my forehead. Just then a little squeak sounds out letting us know that she is doesn’t appreciate being squished between us. “Oh I’m sorry baby girl” I tell her as I move her in my arm. When I look back up at Jake his eyes are on the little girl in my arms. “Come baby girl, let’s introduce you to your daddy” I tell her “Jake I would like to introduce you to your daughter Addison Marie Seresin” I tell him as I place her into his arms. Tears start streaming down his cheeks as he holds her to his chest. He pulls me into him, tucking me into his side as he kisses Addy’s head. “Thank you” he whispers. “You and Addison are the best things that have ever happened to me. I love you Mrs Seresin”. “You’re welcome Mr Seresin. We love you too” I reply with a big smile on my face.

We stay like this in each other’s arms for what feels like eternity before heading back to the hangar where the Navy has put on a welcome home afternoon tea. As we walk up to a familiar group of people Jake calls out “ Guys I would like to introduce you to the newest member of the dagger squad Addison Marie Seresin”. Jake berms with pride as they all fawn over Addy telling us about cute she is. “Hangman your lucky she takes after her mother instead of your ugly mug” Rooster tells him as he give Jake a manly side hug.

I watch my husband and our friends fight over how pretty he is and how our daughter takes after both of us. I can’t believe this is my life now, a husband who I love beyond all belief, even when he is being a dick and a beautiful daughter who I can’t even begin to describe how much I love. I’m the luckiest girl in the world

[mshalfemptygirl]

Play In My Game (S.R)

Plot: Reader Reader is being a brat to get what she wants, and what she wants is Spencer playing her game

Pairing: Dom!Spencer Reid x Sub!Fem!Reader

Contents: 18+ only minors DNI, kissing, dirty talk and curse word, unprotected sex, pet name, against but just a little. And a little bit cute.

A/N: just pure smut guys, it’s my first one but I had a lot of fun writing this. I have just crazy ideas and Dom!Spencer is all to me. This man is just amazing, i can’t satand it. I hope you like it. Have fun.

I was sprawled on my bed, swiping my phone screen to see people's perfect lives on social media and there he was, my boyfriend, at his desk reading a ton of paperwork. When he told me that sometimes being an FBI agent was more about paperwork than rescuing people, I didn't believe him. But it was true. Spencer had been there for 3 hours now, no breaks, he didn't even seem to be breathing, he didn't even respond when I spoke to him. I was bored and aroused, and even if I started touching myself now, he wouldn't notice.

So I decided to get up, he was sitting in the chair with his back to me. I put my hands on his shoulder and then down to his chest, I put my mouth close enough for him to hear me, "Honey, you need to take a break, could you spend a little time with me...", I said, with a calm voice, "I’m busy, are you blind? You're not seeing this paperwork?!" He snapped me, I got confused. How dare he? This annoying genius... okay, he needs a little encouragement ."Baby I'm seeing it but I think you should take a break, eat something, eat me out...." I said.

I placed a kiss on her neck, "Holy fuck, I said NO, Y/N. Please let me get back to work. Why don't you do something useful?". Oh, that’s hurt. He's being rude and mean. Our relationship was always peaceful and he never yelled at me. It's definitely the stress, he's never been like this. Ok, Spencer wants me to play by his rules but he's going to have to play by mine. I will turn this game around. "Oh, sure. So I'm going to use my dildo now, it's much better anyway... I'm starting thinking that you can’t take all this here anymore, maybe it's age. Well, have fun, baby" I felt his body tremble, I walked away from him going to get my toy and I was hoping what I said had gotten through to him. I need him, not the dildo.

He turned his chair around and got up and walked over to me. "What did you say?" I was so turned on, his eyes were on fire and he was so close to me, I just wanted him to kiss me right now. So I teased, "What part? That a dildo is better than your cock? Or that you can't take it anymore because you're too old?", I smirk. He laughed as if he couldn't believe it. "You little brat, you're desperate, aren't you? Desperate for me to fuck you so you make up lies", it took me a second to reply, "Show me then that I'm lying. I want no prep, no condom and rough, you think you can handle it ?" I said, with a low voice brushing my lips against his. I knew it, he was under my spell. "Fuck, you are really desperate! Daddy gonna give you what you need, baby, don’t worry, I’ll make you beg to cum”.

Immediately he helped me take off my clothes and I took off his. We are attached to mine with needy kisses, he put me on my back on the bed. He went down making a trail of kisses over my body. He sucked on my breasts with passion, I watched as I used his left hand to place his cock at my entrance. I was so wet, there was no resistence, I just felt the pleasure of being filled. He started with quick and deep movements, as I had asked. I was melting under his touch, “Fuck baby, I’m feeling so good” I said, I was on cloud nine. He cracked a smile "Like it? Way better than that stupid dildo, I fuck you so good babe… I'll make you forget your name.".

He continued moments and I felt close to my orgasm, "Baby, I'm so close. I wanna cum", I looked at him. He looked up at me, "No, you're not coming now. Do you think you deserve it after what you said?" "But love, I need this". whimpered under him. It's so stupid to be begging to come, I felt like a stupid whore. "You'll only come when I let you, I know you'll be a good girl". Shit, the worse punishment ever. I couldn't take it anymore, if I didn't come now I was going to explode. I was trying to distract my mind from it but is was useless. "Spence, I can't...." he increased the movements, gave a kiss and said "Okay babe, I got you", and I felt ecstasy, my vision went dark and I moaned out loud. He shook, I felt fulfilled and I knew he had gotten there too. I was dripping.

He lay down next to me, both of us panting, I laced my hand in his and looked into his eyes. I could look at that face forever. I am his and he is mine. "Sorry love, it was the only way to make you stop working. You know, I love you so much that I want you just for me," He kiss me before talk, "I’m the one who need says sorry, I was rude. I love you very much. By the way, I enjoyed taming you. You should do this more often…and throw that dildo in a trash" I laid my head on his chest stifling a chuckle, “You're not going to leave me alone until I do this, are you?”, “Of course not, Y/N, you have my cock for the rest of our life”, I looked up, and I knew it was serious. "Deal love, no dildos from now... I’m glad I have you". We'll be together forever.

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[tvgerl]

party monster

Jake Sully x fem!reader

WARNINGS: Divorced and hot Jake, dirty talk, use of word daddy, smut, explicit, p in v, sucking v and p, 40y/o Jake and you 25y/o, stimulation, smoking, drinks, dilfism, large introduction.

NOTES: Jake just get divorced from Neytiri, and he went to a party with Tonowari who wants him to have some fun.

“C’mon Jake, I bet you would love this place” Jake looked at Tonowari with a distrustface “Man, just like the old times, we both divorced now, we can do whatever we want” Tonowari started to act like a teenager since he and Ronal ended up, and that is something that the Omaticaya didn’t want to be, “I guess one time is ok Tono”.

Tonowari takes Jake to a bar, they sat at the drinks table. “A negroni please, what do you want Jake?” He asked to the Omaticaya, “Vodka Martini, if it’s not a problem”

The bartender gave his drink and notices that you were looking at him, you changed your gaze to the other side of the room and pretend it was an accidental looking, but the truth is that old man hit you just by entering the place, you were with your friends so you can’t be that obvious or their are going to start screaming, they always act like childs, “Girls what is my dad doing here?” Tsireya says, “How can we know Reya, but who is the hottie on his side?” You asked joking (or not), “Jake? He is his best friend since they were childs” she answer.

“I’m going to smoke Tono” Jake advised to his friend, “See ya” Tonowari replied.

You saw the not so strange stranger going to the smoking spot and you decided to go after him “Girls, I’m going to smoke, I’m coming back in a few minutes” the girls said nothing and you went to the smoking spot looking for him. People says smoked is useful, but is not useful at all if its helps you to get the dick you want. You entered and saw him smoking alone looking out over the balcony.

“It’s a problem if I stare next to you?” You asked, “Not at all, need fire?” He answered, you accept the fire and turn on your cigarette and looked at him, he looks even hotter smoking and you didn’t resist the urge to talk with him, “What’s your name by the way? Mine’s Y/n” You pretended to not knowing him at all, and he believed it “Jake Sully, nice to meet you” He smiles, “May I ask you why are you, a young amd beautiful lady, smoking? I bet you know it’s not good for your health” He was so correct, he is killing you slowly with that voice and that way to talk to you, “I don’t really know, I should quite before it’s too late” He nodded with his face agreeing with you.

“Y/n we are leaving! Are you coming wit us or are you stay…ing” Tsireya looks at Jake and he recognized her, “Um, hello uncle Jake, how are you doing?” She said nervous, it was quite embarrassing for her meeting his ‘uncle’ in a bar, “I’m doing well, I came with your father, but I think we are older to be in this place, but you know him” He looked carefree “Y/n I would never guess you are friend with Tsireya, you are so different” And then Tsireya’s face changed, she realized what’s going on and tried to fix it “Um we are going but stay if you want, you came by yourself with your motorbike, right?” She only remember the motorbike “Yes Reya, I’m staying, go home and rest, text me when you get home” She left.

“So you are Tsireya’s friend who would imagine that? She’s very spoiled for her age, however, you seem much more serious, I think you were like thirty, oh sorry, I got a message, Tsireya’s dad is leaving with a- nothing” He prefered to read the message internally but you knew what he was talking about “I’m not a child Jake, I know he got a hoe to fuck” He opened his eyes looking surprised, “He always did it, Tsireya told us everything, surprising that you never stopped him” His face turns more serious “He never told me anything about it till he told me he was getting divorced, and I’m not lying, I cannot tolerate that kind of things, we argue because of that”

“I knew you were that kind of man, too correct to help a cheater, kinda hot” You said, the conversation had changed its course and you wanted to realize your plan, you do not fuck with any guy you see, first you test the man, and he pass the exam, and you want him. “Kinda hot? Just kinda?” He replies challenging “Well not just kinda but I had to taste it all to confirm it”

“Oh you had to tast it first? Then taste” His voice began to become more and more challenging and deep, so you kissed him, and gosh, he tasted like vodka and cigarettes, to hot to handle. “I think it’s not kinda anymore” You added, and both laugh, “Tonowari left so you can come over, I’ll take you in my motorbike if it’s not scary to you, grandpa” Jake pretended to be offended but he accept the invitation “I used to have one of these darling”

You take him to your house, “It’s here, come” He followed you, when both were at the sofa drinking and talking you decided to put yourself in action.

You sat on top of him, and started kissing, he put one of his hands in your hips while the other slowly descended toward your ass. You started to move causing friction between both of your crotch and you started to feel his dick under his pants “I bet you need help with that” touching his croath and he growl, you both started to take off your clothes and you started to masturbate him slowly while he started to suck and massage your titties, he put you under him and take off your hand from his dick, he went directly to your pussy and he started to kiss it and sucking, “Oh you taste so good” He said with a deeper voice and out of breath, you take his hair and started to take him more close to your intimacy, feeling his nose bumping into your clit and his tongue sucking your entry was like being in heaven, you can’t stop growling and moaning. “Do you want daddy inside you?” He asked “Ye-yes, fuck yes” Damn, he referring to himself as daddy turns you more than you were turned yet, in fact, because he’s more older than you, and you’ve been fantasized with this moment for a long time.

Jake wants you to beg for more, so he started slowly, getting confidence, “More faster please Jake” He looked at you, your legs were hugging his belt “Do you want more babe? I don’t know if you can’t handle it” And he started to go so fucking faster, you started to touch yourself at the same time, “No touch honey, this is daddy’s job” And fuck, he did it better than you ever done it, the house was invaded by screams and growls.

“Ja-Jake I’m coming” He started to slow down again, he loves to make you desperate, he go out of you, “Suck my fingers” You did it, and he introduced his large fingers inside you while started to suck your clit, god is something that he does wrong? “Please get inside me again” He was good with his fingers, but he’s even better with his dick, “You look so cute begging for my dick, turn back babe” You obeyed him, and he got into you again, making you come, leaving with you a big scream.

Man that was fucking incredible.

“Come here Jake, I handle this” You said after you recover your breath, and started to suck his dick, but man, that was enormous, so you help woth your hands, he was lying down enjoying the moment but he needed more “Look at my eyes” He demanded, so you did it, and looking his facial expressions and how he growl makes you want to do it better. “Holy saint, I’m coming in any moment” So you stopped to use your hands and dedicate to do all the job only with your mouth, he come.

Jake takes you to his chest and kisses you, then he light a cigarette, “Do you want one darling?”

- THE END (reqs are open)

[lionlena]

I'll stay with you... ( bc I love you) JavierPeñaxchubby!f!reader

A/N: Ok, I know I said this part is the last one...

And theoretically it is. If you chose non-pregnancy options. If you have chosen to be pregnant then this is the last part.

I've been having a rough day lately and I really needed something brighter. And I really believe after season three, Javier has matured and changed, so here it is: Javier as a dad.

Summary: Five years ago, you left Javier at an American airport. You refused to return to Colombia and hide pregnancy from him. Now your daughter is 4.5 years old and unexpectedly bumps into her papi.

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut, mentions of past trauma, oral sex but just a little.

*

Your daughter ran in front of you and jumped merrily. This child had boundless energy.

Guess after who?

Certainly not after you. You were tired of shopping and wanted to go home. But Mirabel begged you to take her out for ice cream.You couldn't resist the brown puppy eyes she inherited from her father.

In fact, she looked a lot like Javier. She had the same hair color, the same chin shape, same cheekbones.

God, she even laughed the same.

Only the nose and mouth she inherited from you.

You loved her. From the first moment you saw her. Not because she was Javier's daughter. Because, she was your child. And it wasn't always easy. Sometimes you missed the help of the other person when you got up in the night, but ... You weren't deceiving yourself. Even if you stayed with Javier, he'd rather go hookers than get up at night to calm down a crying baby. That's why you didn't regret anything. Well, maybe just once. When Mirabel came home from kindergarten and she crying and asked why other children had daddies and she didn't?

She was too young for to tell her the truth. So you said that her papi catches very bad people, very far away and you can't disturb him.

Fortunately, it was enough for her and she was happy again.

*

Javier was walking towards his favorite cafe when his heart stopped. Did he really see you? So many times he thought about finding you. So many times he wanted to tell you that he had changed, that he had dropped everything. Many times. But he always thought you were right to leave him. It took him a while, but he finally realized how badly he treated you. He had no right to hurt you, betray you, order you around. He didn't deserve you. And yet fate has put you in his way again. You were even more beautiful than he remembered. He barely noticed the child running in front of you. He only woke up when he saw the fear in your eyes and heard your scream:

 "Mirabel!"

 He rushed forward to save her.

*

You lost your head when you saw Javier walking towards you. You just stood there forgetting that your daughter was running in front of you. It has practically not changed. He was still damn handsome.

And suddenly a cyclist rode past you at high speed. Like in slow motion you saw him driving straight at your child. You were too far away to save her. Fortunately, Javier showed the reflexes acquired from years of chasing the sicario. He managed to grab the girl in his arms and jump aside.

 Javier smiled at the baby in his arms.

 "Are you all right, Pumpkin?"

 The little one shook her head and laughed, and he had a strange feeling that he knew the sound. By this time you had already run up to them and started to look at her. She was fine. And of course she was laughing. Why not? You placed one hand on Javier's chest and began to breathe heavily. You didn't even notice you were doing it. It was instinct.

 "Y/N are you okay? She's fine, really."

 Mirabel looked at him in surprise.

 "Do you know my mommy?"

 Javier nodded and carefully set the baby down. He was still looking at you worriedly.

 "Y/N, you're pale."

 "I'm fine, Javier."

 Your daughter picked up on his name right away.

 " Jav, will you go out for ice cream with us?"

 You really loved your daughter but sometimes you hated her openness to other people. Javier patted her head and replied:

 "Sure Sweetpea! "

 You didn't know if he agreed because he was curious about meeting you or he really worried about you.

*

Half an hour later, you watched your daughter sitting on the swing eating ice cream. Javier sat next to you on the bench and watched you closely.

 "Thank you for saving her," you finally said when you were sure your voice wouldn't shake.

 "It's okay. I feel it's my fault anyway. If you hadn't seen me, this wouldn't have happened."

 "We don't know that. Fortunately, nothing happened. She didn't even understand how dangerous it was. She'll probably talk about it all as if it was a great adventure."

 Javier really didn't want to be nosy but curiosity was eating him up. He sensed the perfect moment to ask the question that was bothering him. Did you have a husband?

 "I'm sure her dad won't be happy when she tells him what happened today."

 "We live alone" you said without even looking at him.

 "Oh... So her father was an asshole who left you?"

 You almost laughed. Javier obviously hasn't put all the facts together yet.

 "Actually, I left that asshole at the airport. I figured he had more important things to do."

 And then it clicked. Javier looked at Mirabel, then at you, then at the little girl again. Yeah! Age, looks and that laugh!

 "That's mine daughter?"

 You winced at that one specific word.

 "I don't like the word "mine""

 To your surprise, Javier immediately corrected himself.

 "I'm her father?"

 " Yes, Javier, but your part in it was very small. "

 "I guess. You handled everything on your own. In fact, I shouldn't be surprised. You've always been strong."

 You could hear the genuine admiration in his voice and you finally looked at him. He really looked different somehow. Like he hasn't changed. That handsome hot guy was still sitting next to you. Yet he seemed calmer, more composed, and more mature.

 "What happened with you?" you asked.

 "I was chasing the Cali cartel. As usual, I made a few mistakes... People died... And something finally snapped inside me. I retired. I lived with my father for a while and recently moved here. What about you?"

 "I moved closer to my cousin during my pregnancy. She and her parents were very supportive. I moved here two years ago. I found a job, bought a house, and Mirabel went to kindergarten."

 Javier looked at the baby again, and you saw delight fill his eyes.

 "She is wonderful. I would like to get to know her better." He looked at you sadly. "Someday, if you let me..."

 You felt a pang of guilt. There was a time when Javier treated you like a princess. He protected you and cared about you. He didn't deserve such suffering.

 "You can drive us home."

 You've never seen Javier so happy. Of course, like him, your daughter was also in heaven. You weren't even surprised when Mirabel grabbed Javier's hand and dragged him into the house to show him her bunny. You weren't surprised that she was sitting on his lap and enthusiastically telling him how to take care of Thumper. Although the truth was, you were the one taking care of that damn pet.

What really surprised you was Javier's behavior.

You never thought he would be so good with children. He was patient, gentle, and made Mirabel laugh. It was hard to believe that they had only known each other for a few hours. That's why you let him stay and read her a bedtime story. You promised yourself that as soon as Mirabel fell asleep you would tell him to disappear but Javier was standing in the doorway of the children's room and staring at the sleeping child.

 "Javier, can we talk?" you whispered.

 "Please give me five more minutes. I want to remember, what she looks like," he replied quietly and the despair in his voice hitting you.

 "You talk as if you'll never see her again."

 He finally looked at you and sighed heavily.

 "And did I will see? You have power over me, Y/N. If you tell me to leave, I will. I have changed."

 And you changed your mind. You couldn't just tell him to leave. You really saw that he was different. You grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the living room. You sat on the couch together.

"Do you really like that you have a daughter?"

 He nodded his head and smiled slightly.

 "Yes. It's just... I lost so much... Her first smile, first word, first step... First day of kindergarten."

 "You are mad at me?"

 "No. I'm angry but at myself." You looked at him surprised. "I know I was an asshole, Y/N. I used you and treated you like property. I never really asked what you wanted. I took everything because you gave in to me. If I had followed you at the airport then. If I had apologized for cheating... Maybe everything would look different."

 "I don't think so. I think you needed time to mature."

 Javier grabbed your hand.

 "I want to apologize to you so much. Can I stay? If you don't want to..."

 You didn't let him finish. You just jumped on him and wrapped your arms around his neck. You felt him hug you tightly and you sighed. All these years you wanted to hear that he was sorry.

 "I missed you so much. You were such an asshole." You felt tears roll down your cheek. "And yet I missed you."

 "I'm so sorry, cariño." You pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. You had to be sure he was sincere. "You know, I have never called anyone that. I've had other women, but I couldn't say this word without imagining your face."

 Javier gently wiped away your tears.

 "I love you Y/N." Your heart beat harder. "I really love you. I didn't realize it until you left me."

 "Well, I knew I loved you. I loved you even when I left you and... I wanted to stop, but no man could compare to you. They were kind and faithful, but none of them made me feel the way I felt around you. But you have to understand something. If you want to stay, you can never be an asshole again. No more whores, no more possessiveness, no more selfishness."

 "I'm done with all this a long time ago, I swear."

 You nodded your head.

 "Good, because if you hurt me, I'll cut you out of my life forever. But if you hurt our daughter, I'll kill you. I'm not kidding."

 "I know you're serious. Even though I only met her a few hours ago, I'd kill anyone who tried to hurt her."

 You laughed and suddenly you just wanted to kiss him. And you did it. You climbed onto his lap and connected your lips in a passionate kiss. You felt his hands begin to roam your body, but he did it differently. He was less pushy than before. He was cautious, like he still wasn't sure how much you would let him?

His hands gently squeezed your thighs.

 "God, I missed you so much. Your body and everything you gave me. I screwed it all up."

 "You have a chance to fix it"

 You got up and walked towards the bedroom, but Javier didn't move. You narrowed your eyes.

 "Do you need a special invitation?"

 "Are you sure?"

 "Javi , I'm not a little girl. I know what I want. Come on."

 He finally came over to you and cuddled up to your back.

 "And Mirabel? Won't she wake up?"

 "Our daughter has a very heavy sleep."

 He kissed your neck and whispered:

 "I like it when you say it, "our daughter""

*

When you found yourself in bed you were delighted with Javier's gentleness. Maybe you missed it a bit his old heat, but you knew there was still time for that. When his head was between your legs, you felt the old shiver. He didn't disappoint you. Within minutes he had you writhing and moaning. As you slowly came out of your orgasm, he kissed your stomach and ran his hands over your hips. When he finally kissed you lips, you could feel your juices on his tongue. He rested his forehead against yours and asked:

 "You want more?"

 "Are you asking if I want to feel you inside me? Who are you and what have you done with Javier? Yes, I do."

 He laughed and reached for his pants, pulled out his wallet, then found a condom. You raised your eyebrows.

 "I assume you don't want any more kids, just yet," he said.

 "I may never want to have more."

 He nodded and kissed your thigh.

 "It's okay. I'll respect any decision you make."

 You dug your nails into his arms as he sticked into you. You felt wonderful. You've had several men, after him, but none of them knew your body as well as Javier.

 You quickly felt your second orgasm approaching.

 "Javier, I..."

 "Me too honey"

 Later, when you hugged each other and catches breath, you felt really happy. Javier buried his nose in your hair and hugged you tightly.

 "You won't smoke?" you asked.

 "I quit it."

 You kissed his chest. But you had to ask one more question.

 "Will you be here in the morning?"

 "Of course. I'll stay with you because I love you. I'll be here as long as you let me."

 You snuggled closer to him and fell asleep.

*

You woke up in the morning refreshed and happy. Javier wasn't next to you, and when you looked at your watch, you became concerned. Normally, your daughter should be jumping over you, by now. You stand up quickly, and as you left the bedroom, you immediately smelled delicious smells coming from the kitchen. As you got closer, you heard your baby's laugh. You silently stood on the doorstep and your heart melted.

Javier was standing by the stove with Mirabel settled on his hip. The little girl laughed and poured pancake batter into the pan, and he praised her. Although even from a distance you were able to see that pancakes have various shapes and none of them are round.

 "Chef  Mirabel, should I turn the pancake?"

 Your daughter tilted her head slightly. She was clearly a chef and took her position very seriously.

 "Hmm... Yes!"

 You couldn't help it anymore and laughed. This, of course, drew their attention to you. Javier had to be very dexterous not to drop Mirabel when she suddenly turned to you.

 "Mommy, we're making pancakes!"

 "Yes, I see darling."

 You moved closer and kissed her cheek. You wanted to take her in your arms, but she wasn't going to let go of Javier. "As if she knew", you thought. Javier gave you a quick kiss on the lips and focused on not burning the pancake. You pulled back and watched them finish making breakfast. When the last pancake was taken out of the pan, your daughter looked at you and asked:

 " Can Jav stay with us? Will he be my uncle?"

 You bit your lip. Two pairs of brown puppy eyes stared at you with hopefully. You couldn't break their hearts. You made a decision.

 "Actually, Javier is your papi and he will staying with us."

 Your daughter's eyes widened and then she began bouncing happily in Javier's arms.

 " Papi! Papi!" she screamed and covered his face with her little hands. "You don't have to catch bad people anymore?"

 "No," he choked out and hugged her tightly.

 Javier looked so happy, like you just gave him a star from sky. He looked at you gratefully and whispered:

 "Thank you."

 You knew everything would be fine. The love in his eyes made you sure of it.

And maybe even one day, you'll let him say "mine" again. If he says it again as a declaration of love and a promise to never hurt you again.

*

 When I was young, before we begun I never thought we all had someone

I took your breath but you took the rest

I promised you always a place on my chest

 Sometimes the love, the love of your life Can make you feel weak, too tired to fight But I'm trying my best to look in your eyes 'Cause tears never age and years never die, die

 But sometimes the love that you feel is just making it worse When I'm disappointing you, we both end up hurt

 So I left a note on our bathroom mirror If you ever forget that you love me

*Isak Danielson - If You Ever Forget That You Love Me

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Hello! I love all your fics abt Hotchniss family, pregnant Emily and daddy Hotch. But I’m curious how In your world they end up together???? If you up to it you may consider it as a promt and if you don’t want to write it its okay. Love your works👀🫶

Thank you so much!!

Here's a little (ok it's long I got carried away as usual) getting together fic for you!

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The One You Reached For

She’d never believed in fate, had never allowed herself to, but in the soft moments at the end of a long day when she sat with Aaron in his living room, a glass of wine in hand as Jack slept just down the hall, she let herself wonder if maybe everything she had endured had led her to him. 

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Warnings: Mentions of injury/blood, Canon typical violence

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“I spoke to Jack this morning,” Aaron says, as they climb out of the SUV, closing the door before they start walking towards the home of the witness they had come to interview, “He asked if you’d like to come to the movies with us this weekend.”

Emily smiles, “Asked, or insisted?” 

Aaron chuckles, a glint of something she can’t place in his eyes, “Insisted,” he concedes, “Apparently it won’t be as fun without you.” 

She bites the inside of her cheek to stifle her smile, knowing that their friendship these days was based on a fine balance between what they were like at work and outside of work, even if no one else was around to watch. 

Ever since she’d come home Aaron had stayed close to her, keeping an eye on how she was doing that, if it was anyone else, would annoy her. Instead of feeling stifled, like she was being judged, she appreciated it, keeping her promise of talking to him when she had bad days. It turned from coffee to lunch, to dinner, to whole weekends spent with the Hotchners, sometimes even falling asleep on their couch instead of heading home to sleep. She’d wake up with a blanket over her and Jack snuggled up against her with Aaron watching from nearby. He always had a soft look on his face as he offered her coffee and told her that next time she’d have to take his bed and let him sleep on the couch, something she never let him do. 

She’d fallen in love with him slowly, bit by bit until it became such a part of her she couldn’t remember a before and after or pinpoint when it had happened. She’d never believed in fate, because if she did it would mean fate was nothing other than cruel. It had taken her father away, leaving her with a mother who always prioritised her career, leading her to do the same in her 20s, in turn, that had put her with Ian, the man who would eventually kill her just when she finally felt like she’d found a home for the first time in her life. 

She’d never believed in fate, had never allowed herself to, but in the soft moments at the end of a long day when she sat with Aaron in his living room, a glass of wine in hand as Jack slept just down the hall, she let herself wonder if maybe everything she had endured had led her to him. 

Those were the moments when she considered telling him how she felt, closing the small gap between them and kissing him, tipping their relationship from friendship into more, but she always shook it off. She let herself bask in the fantasy for a few seconds before she came back to reality. Aaron’s friendship had become one of the main cornerstones of her life and she didn’t want to risk it for anything, knowing she’d rather have him like she did than not at all. Sometimes she wondered if he felt the same way, his smile lingering a second too long when he looked at her or watched her help Jack with his homework, a faraway look in his eyes she could not allow herself to believe was him hoping for the same thing she was. 

She’d lost too much in her life to lose him too. 

“Well,” she replies, acting like she’s thinking about it, as if she didn’t already know there is nowhere else she’d rather be, “As long as we’re home by the weekend I am all yours.” She internally winces at her choice of words, shaking her head at herself before she carries on, acting as if she hadn’t spoken as they step onto the porch of the witness, “So, want to play good cop, bad cop?”

He smirks at her and she groans, furious at herself that he was able to do this to her, that he turned her into the nervous teenage girl she hadn’t been for decades, “Which one do you want to be?” 

She knows it isn’t flirting, that he’s just being nice, and she smiles as she knocks on the door, “Why don’t we just see how it plays out?” The door opens as she knocks and they both look at each other, their brows furrowing, “That’s weird.” 

“Mr Hodgins,” Aaron calls through as they step into the house, “It’s Agent Hotchner, we spoke on the phone.” 

There is no response and they look at each other, silently agreeing they’ll search the house. She’s only just stepped foot in the garage, her hand hovering over her gun, when she sees a barrel pointing in her face. She reaches for her gun by reflex, cursing herself for not doing so sooner, still so sure that this was just a normal gathering of a statement until mere seconds ago. 

“Don’t even think about it,” Mr Hodgins says, using the gun he’s pointing at her to direct her further into the garage, “You’re not alone?” 

She shakes her head, her hands up by her head, “No, my colleague is here too,” she says, painfully aware that Aaron will find them, her concern for him overriding her concern for herself.

Hodgins shakes his head and keeps the gun trained on her, “I should have known you would come,” he says, more to himself than her as he devolves in front of her, “I should have known.” 

It clicks into place even though their profile was still not entirely complete. Hodgins had been seen at the most recent crime scene but the local cops had marked him as a loner but harmless. 

“You’re the killer,” she says, looking at the gun she thinks is likely the murder weapon. All they knew about it so far was the size of the bullet. She watches as his eyes go wider, his grip on the gun even tighter, “We can talk about this,” she offers, “We can figure it all out if you just lower your gun.”

“No,” he shouts, stepping closer to her, “You’ll arrest me.” 

“She said, lower the gun.”

She looks over at the same time as Hodgins, her heart seizing in her chest as she sees Aaron standing in the doorway, his gun trained on the man pointing one at her. 

“You lower yours,” he insists, his finger moving to the trigger, “Or I’ll shoot her.” 

She watches as Aaron’s jaw tightens, the only outward sign of stress, and she swallows thickly, wondering how the hell they were only talking about going to the movies just a few minutes ago. 

One of the guns is fired, the sound loud in the enclosed space. It happens quickly. So quickly that the first time she’s really aware Aaron has pushed her out of the way is pain spreading through her wrist as she hits the ground, an automatic reflex making her put her hand out to stop herself. She narrowly avoids hitting her head, time slowing down around her as she hears another shot, and she groans, wincing as she tries to flex her wrist, pain burning up her arm. 

She looks up and sees Hodgins laying on the floor, blood pooling under him from where Aaron had shot him. She sighs, grateful that it was all over as quickly as it had begun. She puts her hand on the floor to push herself up out of habit, wincing as her wrist hurts. 

“Damn it, Aaron,” she complains, “I think you sprained my…” she drifts off as she looks at him, her eyes going wide as he pulls his hand away from his abdomen, bright red blood pouring out from underneath, staining his shirt and the concrete floor beneath them. 

___

She felt like she was underwater, her senses dull as she stares at the waiting room floor, repeatedly counting the tiny square tiles instead of paying attention to everything around her. 

Derek had pulled her away from Aaron when he arrived at the same time as the paramedics, his grip firm, something she couldn’t escape from no matter how much she fought him, as he hauled her up off of the floor. One of the paramedics had taken pity on her, allowing her to travel in the ambulance with Aaron based on an assumption she was his girlfriend. It was only when they were halfway to the hospital, her eyes fixed on Aaron’s pale face, that she realised she hadn’t corrected him. 

She tells herself it's because this will make it easier at the hospital, that she’ll be able to stay close to him, not because even in these circumstances the thought of being his girlfriend makes her stomach flip. 

When they arrive Dave makes her get her wrist checked out, saying that Aaron would never forgive him if he didn’t make sure she was seen by a doctor. He goes as far as sitting with her as the doctor confirms she’s suffered a sprain before he cleans the graze from the floor on her palm and puts a compression bandage on her wrist. 

The doctor had tried to make her take a painkiller, which Dave had tried to convince her to do too, but she resisted. She’d survived far worse than a sprained wrist, the pain she could handle, a drop in the ocean compared to what Ian had done to her. It was also something she could focus on. The throbbing in her wrist and the tight compression bandage she’d been given easier to hone in on, to think about as time ticked by slowly, each second a lifetime as they waited to hear an update on Aaron’s surgery.

She’d survived worse than this, but she wouldn’t survive losing him. 

“Em?” 

She jumps slightly as JJ reaches out for her, a gentle squeeze of her good arm bringing her back to the room, her senses so sharp her head pounds, forcing her to hide a wince. 

“Sorry,” Emily says, clearing her throat as she looks at her friend, well aware from her expression and the rest of the teams, that they had likely been trying to get her attention for a while, “I’m okay.” 

JJ smiles softly at her, “No you aren’t.” 

Emily sighs, looking back at the floor, all too aware that if she looked at any of them for too long that she might cry and she didn’t want to do that. Anticipatory grief filling her lungs, her body preparing herself to mourn things that both had and hadn’t happened in a way that she didn’t want to feel. 

He was going to be ok, he had to be. 

“JJ-”

“It’s ok, Em,” she says, cutting off her protest, “We know how close you and Hotch have become recently.” 

A sound Emily can’t place, either a laugh or a sob, lodges in her chest. It aches, hurts in a way that has her rubbing her sternum, “Just before we went in he asked if I wanted to go see this movie with him and Jack this weekend,” she shakes her head, “Apparently, he refuses to go without me.” 

JJ smiles and squeezes her arm again, “Jack loves you.” 

“I love him too,” Emily replies, having to press her lips in a line to stop the bottom one from quivering, the thought of the young boy finding out his father is hurt enough to tip her over the edge, “More than I thought possible.” 

She always tried to ignore the parallels between Aaron and Ian, how, on the surface of it, they were both single fathers. How she’d fallen in love with both of their kids. She died for Declan, and she knows without question she’d do the same for Jack, that she’d take whatever the world tried to throw at her as long as he was safe and loved. 

She would do the same for Aaron too, her love for him deeper than she thought it ever would be. When she looked back she knew she had loved him for much longer than she could admit even to herself, emotions she could never have named before Paris, through willful ignorance or denial she wasn’t sure, overwhelming her whenever she was around him. 

“I don’t understand why Aaron…,” she says outloud, her words escaping without her meaning them too, “Why did he push me out of the way and put himself in danger like that?” It’s rhetorical, and she doesn’t expect a response, well aware of Aaron’s saviour complex, but Dave huffs what sounds like a laugh, drawing her attention beyond JJ for the first time since she’d walked into the waiting room, “What’s so funny, Dave?”

Dave sighs, leaning forward to look at her, his elbows on his knees, “I mean this in the nicest way possible, Bella, but considering you’re the smartest person I know except for the boy genius here,” he says softly, nodding towards Spencer who was sitting next to him, “You’re being a real idiota.”

“Rossi, lay off her man, now isn’t the time-”

Dave carries on as if Derek hadn’t interrupted him, “Lo ha fatto perché è innamorato di te,” he says, no malice in his voice as he stares right at her, “And we’re all fed up watching the two of you dance around it.” 

She stares at him for a moment before she clears her throat, looking back and forth between all of her friends, every single one of them avoiding eye contact, “All of you?” 

There’s a beat of silence and she watches as they all look at each other before Derek blows out a breath, “Princess, the only people who don’t know that you and Hotch are in love with each other are you and Hotch,” he says, confirming what Dave had said to her even though he couldn’t speak Italian. It makes her wonder how often this was something they all spoke about when she wasn’t around, “Even Reid figured it out.” 

Emily turns to look at Spencer, who looked a little like he was a rabbit caught in headlights, his eyes wide as she looks at him expectantly. He clears his throat and looks at the floor before he begins speaking. 

“Your pupils dilate whenever you look at Hotch and his voice deepens roughly half an octave when he speaks either to you or about you,” he says, clearly uncomfortable, “Those indicators combined with your behavioural changes and the amount of time you spend with each other outside of work leads to only one conclusion.” 

She stutters, any response she may have caught in her chest as she tries to make sense of everything they had told her. She looks at JJ who was still sitting next to her, her endless kindness written all over her face. 

“Pen was actually convinced at one point that you were together but just keeping it a secret,” she says, hiding a smile, “She even tracked your credit cards at one point to try and find evidence.”

Despite the circumstances, despite where she is and the fact she still has Aaron’s blood dried into her shirt sleeve, Emily chokes on a laugh, covering her mouth to try to capture the sound. 

“She did what?” She says, her hand shaking a little as she drags it down her face. 

“What we’re saying,” Dave says, drawing her attention back over to him, “Is you should actually do something about the fact you love each other,” he smirks, a glint in his eyes that she loved and hated in equal measure, “Before one of you idiots actually gets killed trying to prove it.”

___

She’s with him when he wakes up.

She isn’t sure if it’s sympathy or the not-so-subtle way she flashed her gun and her badge that makes the nurse let her stay past visiting hours, but Emily is grateful either way. She sits in the chair next to his bed watching him intently, everything their friends had said to her in the waiting room floating around her head. 

Emily had spent so long convincing herself he didn’t love her back that at first, she found it hard to believe, sure that they were all somehow wrong, but the more time that passes, the longer she watches his face as he sleeps, she realises they are right. Because she would have done the same thing if their roles were reversed. It doesn’t make her feel any better, her heart aching at the thought of him sacrificing himself for her, but it feels like the final bit of the puzzle slipping into place. 

She watches as he wakes up, his eyebrows furrowing as he fights off the medication in his system. She stands and sits on the edge of his bed, her hand twitching to link her fingers with his. He’d woken up a couple of times already, in pain and confused as he looked around the room, and she’d not been able to do anything but comfort him until he fell back asleep. 

“Aaron?” She says quietly, feeling relief unfurl in her chest when his eyes open. She smiles when he looks at her, a sure sign he was actually awake and lucid this time, “Hi.” 

“Hi,” he replies, his voice raspy, “Are you ok?” 

She laughs, unable to stop it as she shakes her head, “You’re the one who got shot, Aaron,” she says, her voice a little harsher than she intends, all of the fear she’d forced down making itself known, “I’m fine.” 

“Your wrist,” he says, looking at her arm and the bright white bandage on it, “I hurt you.” 

She blows out a breath, “Because you pushed me out of the way of a bullet,” she says, finally giving up on stopping herself from touching him and placing her hand over his, “Why did you do that?” 

Even though she knows the answer she wants to hear what he has to say, if he’ll try and cover it up. Their eyes meet and she feels breathless at the intense way he’s looking at her, a fire in his eyes she has only seen a handful of times.

“I’d do anything to make sure you don’t get hurt.” 

She clenches her teeth, her hold on his hand increasing, and she knows it isn’t fair, knows that he doesn’t owe this to her, especially now, but she needs to hear it from him. She almost missed out on ever hearing it at all. 

“But why?” She demands, her gaze unrelenting.

“I already buried you once-”

“Aaron.” 

They fall into silence and for the first time in forever it’s awkward and she hates it, a thickness in the air around them that hadn’t existed since those early days when he didn’t trust her and she didn’t like him. 

“You know why,” he says eventually, his voice soft, “You know why,” he repeats, looking at her in a way she had only ever seen him look at his son.

It feels like a relief and a weight at the same time. The knowledge that she could finally have this, have him, in the way she wanted a privilege and a curse. 

Now, she’d have so much more to lose. 

She shifts closer, her hand pausing just before she touches his face and she pushes some hair that had flopped onto his forehead back to where it belongs, “Why didn’t you say anything?” 

He smiles at her, “Why didn’t you?”

She focuses on adjusting the cannula delivering him oxygen, finding it easier to fuss over him than look at him as she exposes her heart in a way she doesn’t think she ever has before. 

“I was scared,” she says, her eyes flicking to his before she looks at their joint hands, “I didn’t want to lose you.” 

“You never could.” 

She looks at him, his eyes as sure as his words, and she smiles. She leans in and stops when her face is mere inches from his, his breath skipping over her skin. She cups his cheek and presses her lips to his, sighing as he responds. It wasn’t the passionate kiss she’d always expected it would be, something she knew he wasn’t physically up to at this moment, but it was soft, full of love, and achingly them.

She pulls back when he groans in pain, and she looks at him, her eyebrows furrowed and he shakes his head.

“I’m ok,” he assures her, smiling when she rests her forehead against him. 

“We have a lot to talk about,” she says, sitting up just enough to look at him, “When you’re better.” 

He nods, encouraging her in for one more kiss before she sits up, his hand sandwiched between both of hers, her bandage scratching at his skin. 

“Can I start by confessing something now?” He asks, and she nods, curiosity getting the better of her, “Jack didn’t say anything about going to the movies this weekend.” 

She frowns, “What do you mean?” 

He looks a little sheepish and clears his throat before he continues, “I lied, I was actually planning on taking you out on a date just the two of us.” Her eyes go wide and her mouth drops open, no words escaping as she looks at him in shock, “I was worried if you knew that is what I was actually planning you’d say no.” 

“You…you were going to take me out?” She asks, squeezing his hand a little tighter, and he nods. 

“If I’d known all it would take was getting shot I would have done it months ago.” 

She glares at him, her eyes narrowed at his poor attempt at a joke, “Not funny,” she shakes her head as she thinks about the day she’d had, and she groans.

“What’s wrong, is it your wrist?” 

“You know what the worst thing about all of this is?” She asks, waiting for him to shake his head in response, “It means that Italian sbalzo was right. We are idiots.” 

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Pizza Run

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Hobie, Pavitr, Gwen and Miles laid around the lounge area, bored out of their minds. They hadn’t seen Peter and Mayday all day (maybe they were having a daddy and baby day in their own universe) and there was literally nothing for them to do, except homework, which Pavitr was doing because he was a giant nerd.

“Guys, where do we get food?” Pavitr asked.

“There’s a cafeteria, right? Got good burgers there, I think,” Gwen said.

“I can’t eat those, I’m vegetarian.”

“How about pizza, little man?” Hobie suggested.

“Yes, pizza!” His delight became confusion. “Wait . . . what’s pizza?”

“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT PIZZA IS?” Miles yelled.

“Pease don’t yell at me for this,” Pavitr whimpered.

“Seriously, you’ve never had pizza?” Gwen asked.

“No.” Pavitr looked at them with wide, innocent eyes. “Is it nice?”

“It’s the best,” Gwen promised. “This means that we will be taking you to get pizza from the cafeteria immediately. We’re going to Sector 5.”

“Yes, where the pizza is!” Pavitr replied.

“WHERE THE PIZZA IS!” Hobie, Miles and Gwen echoed.

Twenty minutes later

“The cafeteria just ran out of pizza,” Gwen groaned. “Sorry, Pavitr.”

“It’s OK,” Pavitr said. He didn’t look OK.

“Another victim of capitalism,” Hobie sighed. “Who could have bought the last few slices of pizza?”

“Good job with your first few slices of pizzas, Mayday!” Peter B. Parker encouraged, as Mayday giggled. She took a few bites and threw the pizza slice at Spider-Cop. Hobie sniggered as it slid down his face and tarred his badge with tomato sauce.

“Seriously? Peter bought almost a whole pizza so Mayday could throw it?” Gwen complained.

“Such a good aim. I will babysit her any day,” Hobie grinned. “We still need pizza.”

“Put-put-perhaps I can help,” Peter Parkedcar said.

“There’s a Spider-Car?” Pavitr gasped. “So cool!”

“Spider-Mobile, actually,” Peter Parkedcar corrected. “What’s your destination?”

“Anywhere with decent pizza,” Miles said.

“I know just the place. So long as one of you pays for oil, I’ll take you,” the sentient car said.

“Capitalism has even affected cars,” Hobie grumbled.

Miles rummaged around for any money. “You think they’ll accept this?”

“I have money in my glovebox. Take that and pay with it.” After the explanation, the doors opened for the teens. “Get in before I change my mind.”

“Cool!” The arachteens clambered in and waited for Peter Parkedcar to take off towards pizza.

Only he never did.

“Uhh . . . hello? Did you run out of oil?”

“Do I jumpstart you or hotwire you?” Hobie said, already trying to clamber out of the car to find a pair of pliers.

“I’m not moving until you’re wearing seatbelts,” Spider-Mobile said.

“But I am wearing a seatbelt,” Pavitr replied.

“Not you, the rest of them!” Miles, Gwen and Hobie grumbled before putting on seatbelts.

“You’re worse than my dad, and he’s literally a cop,” Gwen and Miles said in unison.

“You were raised by the feds?” Hobie exclaimed, his eyes uncharacteristically wide with shock. “That explains some things.”

“Now that all of you are buckled in, it is finally safe for me to do this.” Spider-Mobile took off, racing up walls and hurtling past other Spider-People at breakneck speeds. The four kids screamed (Gwen, Miles and Pavitr with terror and Hobie with joy) as Peter Parkedcar, now in his superhero alias of Spider-Mobile, raced towards the nearest pizza joint.

“Thanks, Spider-Mobile,” Hobie said, dragging Miles out of the car. “Do you mind if we eat while sitting inside you or do you not want that?”

“Where you consume your fuel is not my put-put-problem, unless you spill anything,” Peter Parkedcar told him. “However, I believe that you now owe me some fuel.”

“Sure, mate. I’ll do that,” Hobie said, walking around to the gas pump. “Miles, you get me some pineapple on pizza while you’re in there.”

“You’d eat that?” Miles said, grimacing with disgust.

“Don’t knock it till you try it, little man. Pav, how about you get yourself a cheese pizza?”

“There’s cheese on pizza?” Pavitr gasped. “Cool!”

“Don’t get too excited, it’s basically a default pizza,” Gwen explained.

“I’ll take it!” Pavitr replied.

Miles began to list things on his fingers. “Pineapple on pizza, cheese pizza, pepperoni for me and . . . what do you want, Gwen?”

“Chicken with hot dog stuffed crust,” Gwen ordered.

Miguel O’Hara walked around Spider-Society minding his own business with Jessica. “Jessica?” he asked her.

“Hmm?”

“Why does this place seem so oddly quiet? Is someone missing that shouldn’t be missing? How many people are missing?”

At that moment, Peter Parkedcar drove by Miguel as four teenagers in spider-suits whooped and laughed.

“There’s your answer, I guess,” Jessica said, concealing a smile.

“I have never known rest,” Miguel muttered.

[harlowtales]

“You never told me you have a Daddy fetish.” Jack said in a slightly higher voice because he was trying to appear cool and not concerned at all.

“It’s just something I noticed about myself not too long ago, but it’s not really important.” You reasoned

“A fetish is an obsession isn’t it?” Jack leaned in wanting to know where he could take this new found knowledge.

“Not really, more like….a heightened…umm… very specific interest.” You replied while flipping through your magazine.

You and Jack just started working at Chic-Fil-A together. He was so cute with his curls in his face talking about how he got next in the rap game. It kind of got heated between you 2 at a work thing when he first started. His nonchalant demeanour was hard to ignore. He was just figuring himself out after high school but was so adorable and kind of sexy. He made you feel a bunch of different ways at the same time, but overall he was so easy to talk to and confide in. Nothing would come of it because you just got out of something and were a bit older. One day on break you were talking about fantasies and you revealed you had a daddy fetish.

“So, you only like older men then?” Jack inquired

“Not really, but I…” You fidgeted under the pressure of the question. You felt your palms start to sweat. “I like the power differential. Like whoever I’m with in the bedroom and maybe outside of it is..dominant you know? But its a bit like a game. Not on some sick shit, but..I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned it.” You said closing your magazine and awkwardly checking the time on your phone. “Time to go back” you said bringing the discussion to a permanent close as far as you were concerned.

“Whoah…you’re not leaving it like that.” Jack said stopping you from heading back in. “We got 7mins left”

“Jack I’d rather not. I’m sorry you’ll have to let it go ok?” You said placing your hand on his chest and looking up at him and smiling.

A surge of energy went through Jack’s body at your touch. He decided to google this daddy thing when he got off work. After a quick search when he was off his shift, Jack couldn’t believe what he was reading. “Urb, check this shit out man. He said showing Urban his phone. This the type shit y/n likes.”

“Da fuk? Her? No way!” Urban said as he was putting the chairs on the tables to start mopping for closing. He had a joint behind his ear ready to cut the lights and lock up.

“You like y/n huh.” Urban stated as much as he asked as they caught the bus to the open mic that night. He knew his best friend’s type. Sweet, cute, smart, laughed at his jokes, and ambitious. You were a Philosophy major. Jack wondered what you would do with that these days, but he loved to hear you talk about it. It opened up his mind. You were helping his music without knowing it. It made him more creative after talking to you about life and he could hit the booth and just flow.

“She’s different bro. I can’t explain it.” Jack said. “We talk and talk. This shit just intimidates me.”

“You? Intimidated?” Urban was surprised. The way Jack was chasing his dreams he didn’t often remember his friend had insecurities or even fears.

“She’s just so dope and now this?” Jack said discouraged. He was just gaining experience with women outside of high school girls and if this is what was out there he was afraid to look inexperienced.

The open mic night was a late one. Jack and Urban were falling asleep on the bus when Jack got your text. You had been thinking about what you told him and how it affected him. You couldn’t deny your attraction for him, but he was younger and you worked together, it would make things weird. In spite of all this reasoning you found yourself texting “Hey I can’t sleep.”

Jack shot up out of dozing off and hurriedly texted back as if you would disappear on the other end if he delayed a second. “I’m here.” He messaged back “You ok?”

“Do you think I’m dirty?” You texted cautiously

Jack felt himself starting to rise at your question and the sweet way you asked it “No. I… I think it’s cool you told me.” He answered.

“Can you come by? Are you busy?” You replied

“I would love too, but I can’t.” He lied as he swallowed hard. “I have a thing early tomorrow”

“Ok no worries. Have a good night Jack.” You were just mortified. Now he knew a secret about you. You liked him, and thought he liked you, but he was just being a nice guy.

The next day at work you decided to just focus on what you were doing. You weren’t in a chit chatty mood. Especially with Jack. “I need 3 spicy chicken sandwiches with no mayo.” You said to the back. Jack shot you a little grin and waved from the back as he had just come on shift but you barely acknowledged him. He noticed this change in your attitude as he noticed everything about you. At break time he couldn’t find you as you avoided the usual back area where you and him sat and talked and went for a walk on campus. After work he cornered you as you closed together. “You mop and I’ll close the till ok?” You ordered.

Jack said not a word and grabbed the mop. As you closed the till and wiped down the counter with intensity he knew he had to approach you. As he put the mop away he waved his hand in your face. “Hey y/n, da fuck is wrong with you? You aight?”

You stopped cleaning for a second and just nodded yes. He came up behind you. “Hey” you heard his deep smooth voice say with more force now. “It’s just us here. Tell me what’s wrong.” This slightly more commanding energy made something rise up in you but you tried to push it away.

“I said I’m good.” You confirmed believing this would frustrate him and he’d go away.

“And I said….Tell me what’s wrong.” He towered over you, looking directly down on you.

“Jack stop.” Is all you could say feeling yourself folding and putting a hand to his chest as if that would halt him getting ever closer to you.

“Remember that little moment we had in the bathroom at the work party?” He asked closing in.

“Um yeah, what about it?” You said flippantly

“Did you like it?” He asked his eyebrow raised in anticipation of your answer.

“Jack I can’t.” You said almost in tears attempting to push him away, but he was firmly holding you now.

“Cut the lights.” He said in a low serious tone.

You found yourself obeying him and turned off all the lights in the front of the store. He led you to the back staff room with a couch. “Whatever you’re thinking its a no. I am older than you and…” You started to protest

Jack completely ignored you as he kissed you slightly at first as if to get a taste and shut you up. He continued to back you into a wall as he pressed his soft lips into yours and locked in your delicious tongue. You hadn’t noticed he already locked the door and dimmed the lights. Your head was spinning. He was a sweet kid. Who was this commanding man? What was happening?

His curls cascaded out of his hat as he took it off. He slipped his work tshirt over his head to reveal his smooth skin and chest heaving with controlled excitement. Then he slowly slipped off his pants and his underwear as he looked at you directly with his piercing blue eyes. You hid your face behind your hands as you couldn’t believe how large it was and how hard it was getting. “Take everything off.” He demanded in his raspy drawl. “Slowly. I want to see it all.” He said as he separated the belt from his pants.

You followed his orders taking off your hat and slinking out of your work shirt. Jack stared at you with the belt in his teeth. Your mind was racing wondering what he was planning on doing with it. “I never should have told him about my fetish.” You thought regrettably

“Come on now the pants.” Jack said impatiently

“But… you said go slow.” You said removing your pants faster.

Jack came closer to you with the belt. “Did you just speak?” He said “Bend over.”

He slid the belt down your back. The smooth leather went cool on your warm skin as it trailed down to your behind. Jack let go a sharp and light snap on your tender cheek.

“Uughh god!” You exclaimed through clenched teeth. He soothed your pain by caressing and kissing where it had turned red and sore.

He began to circle around you as you slipped one bra strap off your shoulder, then another. He took a step back as your soft breasts spilled out and gazed at them, taking you all in. He ran a finger across each nipple making you shiver and reached into your underwear to test your pool of passion. He pushed 3 fingers into you making you moan as you weren’t ready and removed them with a side grin as he saw how much you craved him.

“Open your mouth” He whispered in your ear.

You did as you were told and sucked intently on his finger wet with your juices as you looked him in the eye. “Mmmmm.” You said seductively

“Does daddy’s little girl like that?” He asked sweetly

You nodded in agreement filled with excitement at how well Jack knew the games you wanted to play.

“As long as your good I won’t have to spank you.” He said sternly.

You were tingling with delight. You were so concerned with Jack thinking weird things about you and here he was indulging you in your fantasies. You wanted to play and you want to play with him. Suddenly you felt another snap of the belt on your behind. You covered your mouth to not scream in pain but it quickly turned to intense pleasure.

“Jack.” You said after the sting left

“Mmmm?” He said kissing your neck and caressing your shoulders

“Can I trust you?” You asked turning around and looked up at him

“Hey… he said drawing you close. I’m totally a safe place for you. I really care about you y/n.” Jack breathed touching his nose to yours.

“You don’t have to do anything crazy to show me you care. I shouldn’t have said anything about some stupid fetish. I didn’t mean to make you feel like you have to do this to get my attention because you have it 100%. Ok? Daddy.” Jack raised his eyebrow at you calling him Daddy. He had to admit it fed all his Alphaness.

“So I can drop this stupid belt?” He said. “Did my spanking hurt?”

“Yes but I liked it.” You said biting your bottom lip

Jack engulfed you in his big arms. You both stood there naked. “I’m cold” you said

“Ok sorry baby. Let’s go to your dorm and warm up.” He said kissing you.”

“What the hell were we doing?”He laughed.

“Ha! You killed it though. I actually believed for a second… Daddy.” You said as you and Jack entered your apartment.

“What do you mean you believed it for a second?” Jack said offended.

“Well I mean you’re a sweetheart Jack. Being dominant isn’t your thing.” You said as you tidied up as you weren’t prepared for a guest.

Without warning Jack smacked your ass hard with an open hand. “Oooowwww! WTF?!” You squealed. He pushed you onto your couch and pinned you down.

“How dare you say I’m a sweetheart?” Jack growled as he started kissing you on your stomach and fondling your breasts.

“Come on Jack.” You started to laugh, but quickly saw he wasn’t laughing.

“That’s Daddy to you.” He said seriously as he pulled your pants off and his own. Immediately he stuck it in and muffled your cries by pressing his lips to yours.

“Jack!!!” You exclaimed into his hand as he thrust into you. He pushed your legs back and put his full weight on you his full size expanding your space.

“My god” you moaned loudly your eyes reaching for an explanation.

“Fuck..” Jack breathed. He had wanted to taste you for so long. All the fooling around and months of tension. He was finally inside of you, your back arching, walls tightening and collapsing as you climaxed. It was rough and deep. Your mind couldn’t believe that sweet, kind Jack was ramming his hips into yours. Jack took one of your breasts in his mouth sucking hard while biting your nipple. You winced in pain and a smile crept onto his face. Your nails sank into his back as you clenched around him. He gave you no break and continued pushing into you, his swollen head rubbing your G-Spot.

“Jack please! I came, I need a break” You whispered weakly.

“No.” He said firmly looking into your eyes and increasing his intensity. Tears started to roll silently down your cheeks as you felt a sensation into your inner thighs. He kept up the pace of throbbing pressure and pleasure. You felt his pulsating head pull out of you abruptly as he pinned down your arms with his knees and released into your warm tight throat.

You drank his thick creamy essence in satisfaction. He flopped on the couch heaving in a sweaty mess. His curls sticking to his forehead. He wanted you to be more than a friend and now he didn’t know how you felt. You stayed on your back, wiping his dripping cum from the side of your mouth deep in thought.

“Y/n” Jack said out of breath “what are you thinking?”

“Just that…I thought you were so sweet and how could you satisfy my appetite is beyond me. I’m just soaking it all in.” You mused.

“And drinking it you nasty freak.” Jack said as he propped himself up on his elbow looking at you with that sleepy side grin.

“Jack, I know you’re going to blow up.” You said looking at him while lighting a joint. You were so satisfied you needed to smoke.

“You think so” he said shyly looking down and awkwardly adjusting his glasses.

“You definitely will and I’ll always be a fan.” You said ruffling his curls.

[pintsizemama]

Letter to Santa

Day 10

Heroes & Heartbreak ‘verse

Welcome to the 2022 Christmas Writing Challenge!

Summary: Isabel writes a letter to Santa.

Pairings: Javier Peña x OFC Ariana Morgan

Fandom: Narcos

Rating: Mature 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 740

Warnings: language, fluff…let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Another little sneak peek at the possible future of Heroes & Heartbreak!

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“That looks great!” Ari gushed. Isabel was sitting at the kitchen table working diligently on her letter to Santa. She was so excited. This was the first year she was writing it completely on her own. Ari’s heart warmed to see her precious daughter working so hard. Her tiny tongue was poking out the side of her lips in concentration.

“I think I should use green and red, mama!” Isabel declared in her sweet little voice.

“I think that’s a great idea,” Ari agreed immediately. Isabel was almost five. Where the hell had the time gone? Ari still couldn’t believe she was a mom. Even more shocking was the fact that Javi was a dad. And what a great fucking dad he turned out to be. She heard the front door open and close.

“Where are my girls?” Javi called out from the hall.

“Daddy!” Isabel screamed in joy. She was one thousand percent a daddy’s girl. Javi walked into the room.

“There’s my baby girl!” Javi said happily, scooping her up into his arms. He rained kisses all over her face and she squealed in delight. He settled her on his hip and leaned down to kiss Ari. He cupped the side of her face and kissed her softly.

“Hey, hermosa,” he whispered.

“Hey,” Ari whispered back. He sat in Isabel’s chair and settled their daughter in his lap. He picked up the letter she had been working on and looked it over.

“What do we have here?” Javi asked her.

“It’s my letter to Santa!” Isabel told him.

“Oh, is that right?” Javi replied. “Well, let me see what we’re asking Santa for this year.” He cleared his throat dramatically. “Dear Santa, I want a Furby or a Barbie or a Remington 870 12-gauge shotgun. Love, Isabel Peña.” Javi and Ari stared at each other in shock.

“A shotgun?” Ari asked at the same time Javi exclaimed, “A Furby?” They looked at each other again and burst into laughter.

“Let’s rewind here a minute, mija,” Javi said, putting the letter down on the table. “How the hell do you even know about shotguns? Let alone how to perfectly spell Remington.”

“Abuelo,” Isabel deadpanned.

“Of course,” Javi sighed.

“Well, she was born in Texas,” Ari told him. “Of course she knows about guns.”

“That’s enough sass from you, querida,” Javi growled playfully. He turned to Isabel. “Santa can’t bring you a shotgun, mija. You’re too young.”

“Oh, ok, daddy,” Isabel said immediately.

“And he’s not gonna bring you a Furby either,” Javi added.

“How come?” Isabel pouted.

“Because they’re not toys,” Javi explained. “They’re vessels for demons. Santa doesn’t deal in black magic shit.”

“Javier!” Ari scolded.

“What?” He asked innocently. “Those things are creepy as fuck. It’s not coming in my house.” Ari shook her head and suppressed a laugh.

“Can I ask for a Barbie still?” Isabel asked.

“Of course,” Javi said.

“Awesome!” Isabel cheered. “That’s what I really wanted anyway. I don’t have one with a pink dress yet…maybe I should tell Santa that.”

“I’m sure he knows,” Ari assured her.

“Can we send it now?” Isabel asked excitedly, bouncing up and down in Javi’s lap.

“Yes, sweetheart,” Ari replied. “Let me grab an envelope and we can mail it out first thing tomorrow.”

“Yay!” Isabel shouted and jumped off Javi’s lap to race out of the room.

“That child is one of a kind,” Ari said looking after her.

“I blame her mother for that,” Javi joked.

“Probably,” Ari laughed. Just then they heard cries from upstairs.

“The boys are up,” Ari groaned.

“I’ll grab them, hermosa,” Javi stood and placed a kiss on her temple. “You find that envelope and relax for a bit.”

“They’re going to need to eat,” Ari pouted.

“No problem,” Javi said. “Did you pump today?” Ari shook her head.

“No, I didn’t have time,” she told him. “As soon as they went down for their nap I had to give Isabel lunch, and then she wanted to write the letter.”

“It’s alright,” he assured her. “You get the envelope and meet me up in their room. I’ll keep Miguel happy while you feed Horacio…I know how impatient he gets to eat after a nap.” He disappeared up the stairs. Ari sat a minute in awe of what her life had become. Her husband and children were incredible, and she was so happy to have this amazing family.

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Drake meets a cowboy (my first pbj event!)

“You'd think that such a large city like New York would make it easy to stalk prey.”

“What?” asked the man at the bar, confused.

“You also wouldn't believe how many times I've gotten maced.” The vampire shook his head. “One lady even had a pair of brass knuckles.” The vampire continued. “She punched me in the face. How am I supposed to strike fear in people’s hearts with a missing fang?”

The man at the bar inched away slowly. The vampire huffed and turned back to his drink, sulking.

“I’ll have a beer. And get him another of whatever he’s drinking.” A man in a cowboy hat shambled up beside the vampire.

“A bit early for comic con, isn’t it? Who’re you supposed to be? John Wayne?”

“Very funny.” The cowboy took his beer bottle, toasting silently with his new companion. “And you’re, what? Twilight sparkle?”

“That’s a horse.” The vampire said mildly.

“Technically, she’s an allicorn.” The cowboy replied, without a hint of embarrassment. “My daughter is a fan.” He took a drink.

“I’m a vampire. And no I don’t sparkle.”

“And I’m a cowboy. We clear that up yet?”

“That can’t be your profession.”

“Why not?” The cowboy asked, curious.

“Well we’re in the city for starters. No cows here.” The vampire said.

“”Ah.” Said the cowboy. “Well cowboys don’t always herd cows you know? Cattle herding is actually my side job.”

“And your main job is?”

The cowboy smiled. He finished his beer. “Monster hunting.”

“Ah.” Said the vampire. “That would be a problem wouldn’t it.”

The cowboy ordered another beer. “As I recollect it was a cowboy that killed your vampire daddy..”

“Never say that again. “

“Hit a sore spot did I?”

“No, I just never want to hear the words vampire daddy In the same sentence again. “ the vampire said. “And Dracula was more than my sire.” He flashed a cold, fanged smile at the cowboy. “He was my birth father as well.”

“How does that work?” Asked the cowboy.

“When a mommy vampire and a daddy vampire love each other very much—“

“I’ve heard enough.” He paused. “I thought you said you never wanted to hear that phrase again.”

“Only I’m allowed to use it.” The vampire sighed. He drained the last of his drink. “So what now? Do we do this right here? Right now? Destroying the bar and racking up witnesses?”

“Please don’t.” Said the man behind the bar. “I have a family.”

The vampire gave the cowboy a look as if to say ‘see?’ The cowboy sighed.

“I’m not going to kill you. Wasn’t planning on it.”

“Now that’s a lie.”

“Ok so i lied.” The cowboy admitted. “Haven’t you ever changed your mind before?”

“What did it? My good looks? My stunning personality?”

“The fact that you’re drinking a strawberry daiquiri with a curly straw and a little umbrella. You obviously aren’t the monster that’s been hunting in this town.”

The vampire was impressed. “You got all that from a strawberry daquiri?”

“Actually I got it from the airplane ticket you dropped on your way in here.” The cowboy said. “You just got in an hour ago.”

“I was on vacation. Sue me.” The cowboy raised an eyebrow. “Okay don’t actually sue me.” The vampire said. “I like Hawaii. They have coconuts.”

“You can buy coconuts at the grocery store.”

“The ones in Hawaii taste better.”

The cowboy sighed again. “Are you in, or not?”

“You really are lacking in manners, you know.” The vampire tsked. “You haven’t introducers yourself, you threaten to kill me, and now you want me to join you on, what? Some poorly explained suicide mission?”

The cowboy’s cheeks reddened and he ducked his head, hiding his eyes. “I bought you a drink, didn’t I?”

The vampire clicked his tongue. “Ulterior motives. I’m interested.” The cowboy hesitated. “Go on.”

The cowboy pulled a pencil out of his pocket, and scribbled on the bar napkin. “Meet me at this address.” He said. “Tomorrow. There’s too many ears here.”

The vampire looked at the napkin, then looked up and around. The bar was nearly empty, save for an old man in the corner and a young couple a few chairs down. He tucked the napkin away. With a grim, if dramatic nod, the cowboy turned and left the bar. The vampire ordered a daquiri for the road and left a tip. Maybe he should’ve stayed in Miami.