Enjoy, Daddy

Enjoy, daddy

Pairing: Daddy!Beau "Cyclone" Simpson x wife!reader

Summary: Cyclone receives an unexpected visit while at work.

Warnings: the sexiest daddy, short one

Beau ran his palms over his face, rubbing his eyes. These last few months had been particularly grueling since the birth of your son. With the work during the day and the nights marked by little Luke's awakenings, a permanent state of fatigue had set in with him as with you. He took his steaming cup of coffee on his desk then drank a sip while sinking in his armchair, his glance slipping on one of the photographs on his desk which had been taken a few days after the birth of your progeny and a soft smile stretched his lips.

He was about to get back to work when his attention was drawn to a knock on the door, which opened directly after that. The only person who could afford to enter his office without his permission, because he let it happen, was you.

First he had the stroller in his sights and then you, a far too cheerful look on your face. You never came on the base unless there was a problem, and from the look you had, that wasn't the case.

"Hey, there's my two prides. What are you doing here, is something wrong?"

He stood up and came to meet you, putting an arm around your waist while placing a kiss on your temple.

"Everything is fine, I was out for a walk with baby Cyclone when we thought you'd like it if we came to say hello at work."

He smiled and leaned over the stroller to pick Luke up, wiggling around as he saw his father's face. Holding him with one arm around his small waist and the other hand behind his head he kissed him on the forehead to which Luke responded with a chirp.

"It's a little far from home for a walk."

"It's good to get a change of scenery once in a while." You say passing the back of your hand over the little one's rosy cheek. But Beau was far from stupid, he had a very good intuition, a very very good intuition, you weren't there for a simple courtesy visit and he became sure of it when he saw the changing bag under the stroller, way too big for a simple walk.

"Honey..." He started to say suddenly realizing but you didn't give him time to continue, cutting him off.

"The diaper has been changed, the last bottle was an hour ago, there are three more in the bag just in case and everything you need to change him. You'll manage, you're the greatest daddy ever. I love you, enjoy daddy!" Sneakily kissing him you rushed out of the office to run down the hallway. With a stunned look on his face he tried to stammer something, some kind of protest as he followed you but when he came out of the office you already had left the hallway. He glanced around, no one, not a sound except the chirping of your son still in his arms on whom he returned his attention without knowing what to say. Father and son looked into each other's eyes and while Beau looked totally lost in what had just happened, Luke's attitude contrasted with his own, a big smile on his cute face, fidgeting in his father's arms, drooling on his shoulder. As he walked back into his office realizing that you had abandoned him the baby for the day, a laugh echoed through the hallway, a sigh of relief escaped his lips, knowing that laugh all too well. He then poked his head through the door and saw you appear at the corner, laughing out loud with one hand on your abdomen and the other over your mouth trying to cover the laughter.

"Hilarious, really hilarious." He says with a smirk, unable to blame you for a second.

"You should have seen the look on your face, would you have panicked at the thought of being alone all day with your son Vice Admiral?"

He gently shook his head in amusement and bent down to put the baby back in his baby carriage, wrapping him in his little blanket, then straightened up to face you, pulling you to him, putting his arms around your waist.

"I'd rather be alone with you, you deserve a little correction." He purrs in your ear before placing a kiss on your neck.

"If you arrange to come home early I think I can give you a moment once Luke is in bed."

"I'll be home by 7 p.m., be ready."

Want to be sick and have him taking care of me

“Open your mouth” with Hangman 😇

pairing- hangman x reader

warnings- there's like 2 allusions to smut...so idk 18+? reader is sick with unspecified nonthreatening illness

length- 0.3k

an- i'm so sorry this is probably not nearly as smutty as you were hoping for…i don't even know who i am anymore how did i manage to take the sluttiest prompt on the there and turn it into basically fluff (for me anyways)...which i normally hate writing. idk this is the only thing my brain would come up with for this

It’s really rude that the sun feels the need to bore itself into your head while you have a 101-degree fever. As if you’re not sweaty enough.

You could get up and close the curtains, but that’s just asking too much at this point.

The front door opens and you don’t even bother to look up. If someone’s breaking in they can have your dirty dishes and dying plants for all you care.

Luckily for your neglected monstera, it’s just Jake.

He brushes your sweaty hair back, making a face when he feels how warm you still are. “I brought you some food.”

“Leave me alone, you heathen,” you whine, voice muffled by the pillow you’re shoving your face in to get away from his hands.

You should feel bad. He’s being entirely too sweet, taking your grumpiness in stride. But your body aches, your throat is dry, everything hurts, and you just want to sleep for eternity.

“Sweetheart.” You want to punch him for the hint of a laugh you hear in his voice. “You have to eat.”

“Too hard,” you protest, turning your head to look at him blearily. “Throat hurts.”

Jake looks like he wants to make a joke or several, but instead purses his lips and nudges your head up from the pillow, pulling you into a sitting position. “At least drink some water.”

“No.”

Something dark flashes across his bright eyes, jaw tightening.

“Baby,” Jake says sternly. “Open your mouth.”

Your mouth drops open unceremoniously, some Pavlovian response you have no control over, and you immediately flush crimson.

Jake looks so proud of himself that you can’t even be mad as he puts a bottle of water to your lips before you can protest any further.

“You have to get better so I can put that bratty mouth to good use, sweetheart.”

Want you to stay part two

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Kazansky!f!reader

Summary: It's time to get the team back together as it had been before and this evening has a lot of surprises in store for Rooster. Part one.

Warnings: None

Taglist: @alanadetigy @lilylilyyyyyy @luckyladycreator2

Flashback

Synchronization. A perfect synchronization between the raindrops rolling on the living room window with those rolling on her cheeks. Sitting on the sofa facing the window, one leg folded under herself, the other knee brought against her chest she began to stare at the driveway in front of her house in which her car was parked. She didn't realize that it had started to rain or even that she had started crying, which of the two things had happened first? Were they triggered at the same time? A sound of old engine was heard and she jumped up, ignoring the tingling that had arisen in her numb leg. She stood in front of the window, the immense hope that had been born in her evaporating suddenly and her heart squeezing when she saw that it was only the neighbor's car. She had been waiting for several days, that as usual he would come back after her, coming to park his old bronco behind her car. Which wouldn't happen again. The ringing of her cell phone sounded, pulling out her from her thoughts, she threw herself on it on the coffee table and another ounce of disappointment shook her heart when she saw "James" displayed on the screen. She tried to suppress the sobs in her voice that would have betrayed her.

"I wondered if you were going to forget your daily call. You can tell them I'm still alive."

A sigh was heard at the end of the line.

"Don't take it in that tone. You know they're just worried about you, and so am I."

"There's nothing to worry about J, everything is fine, I'm fine."

"Mau.. You know you can tell me anything."

"There's nothing to say James. Tell the parents that I'm fine, it's nothing. It's part of life, no matter how unpleasant, and you should know it better than anyone." She tried to joke by mocking her younger brother who was more used to failures in love than successes.

After a brief silence, a weak "Um." of his brother was heard, in response to his mother who was to be hanged on the phone next to him and who wanted to transmit a message through her son. He resumed in a voice that Maureen recognized, almost embarrassed, who despite her mother's request already knew her sister's answer without having to ask her.

"You know, I'd like to see my sister again, you know.. Wednesday evenings."

A slight smile stretched the girl's lips, she imagined very well her brother scratching the back of his head, this gesture always accompanying his embarrassed tone, because he suspected her answer but just wanted to please his mother. Her gaze landed on the calendar hanging on the side of the fridge and she realized that today was Wednesday, Wednesday had always been the games and pizza evening at the Kazanskys' house. She was pretty sure that this phone call and request had been premeditated by her parents. A silence of a few seconds was created between the siblings. Maureen couldn't deny that for some time she had been isolated and distanced from her parents, who were only trying to help her.

"I'll be there for 7 p.m.", she finally announced, hearing her mother's relief next to her brother.

Present day.

"It's a surprise." Rooster resumed a little stunned.

"That's what we can say yes." This was absolutely not the case for her, having learned the day before that he had returned and therefore perfectly expecting to see him. Even if she would have liked to avoid it.

A throat clearing broke the silence that had formed around them and Natasha put her arm under her friend's, making them turn their heels and change the subject.

"Alright, so how about an evening at the Hard Deck, like in the good old days?"

Phoenix grimaced when Jake gave her a slight blow in the ribs, making her big eyes considering that the pilot had just gaffered. The good old days, the parties she always shared with them, because she went there with Rooster. Natasha bit the inside of her lip realizing that she may have blundered well, and they all watched for their friend's reaction. She just smiled, if she wanted to spend time with them she would have to put up with Bradley's presence, to her greatest despair.

"Count on that." She replied with a frank smile that was meant to be reassuring for them.

In the evening Maureen went to this famous bar that had seen the birth of so many moments of complicity, laughter, anguish. When she pushed open the door, she was greeted by a female voice expressing her joy at seeing her again.

"Maureen! What a pleasure to see you again." The young woman approached the bar and over the counter Penny bent down to take her in her arms. "I knew you had come back to California but I didn't expect to see you walk through the doors of this bar." She confessed to her, glancing over the shoulder of the young woman who followed her gaze to fall on Rooster in the background who was chatting with Bob and Phoenix. Maureen turned back to the barmaid with a pinched smile.

"I'm a rock. Nothing can reach me." She winked at her before taking the pint Penny had just put on the bar, accompanied by a "Welcome back.". You bet that nothing could reach her, she could try to convince others, but it would never work on herself. She had become a rag after Bradley Bradshaw  broke her heart, and to be honest she would have preferred to erase what she had been at that time from her memory. Maureen made her way through the crowd to join the team, she was greeted and cheered by Coyote who put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple and Jake who handed her the pool tail.

"No fear I'll beat you Bagman?"

The blonde addressed her his legendary smile accompanied by his real pain look.

"As far as you're concerned, that nickname goes to someone else tonight." He joked as everyone broke down and held their breaths at what Jake had just said. He hadn’t wanted to revive painful memories, took in the mood and the teasing spirit he had just wanted to mocke his friend. Maureen found herself with her mouth open not knowing what to say, caught off guard. Nevertheless, not in the slightest hurt by Jake's words she began to laugh and took the tail that Jake was holding out to her.

"You score a point."

All relaxed but remained surprised by their friend's reaction. Maureen thought it was adorable that they tried to spare her, but she had managed to move on. And showing it would relax the atmosphere. A general mocking "Oooh" on their part was heard mocking Rooster who nodded his head, embarrassed and perhaps even a little offended. After shooting, the young woman passed the tail to Reuben with whom she was playing against Javy and Jake. She took her beer drinking a sip, glancing at Rooster over her glass, and her heart missed a beat when she saw that he was watching her. She then looked away to report it to the game. She easily managed to turn her attention to something other than Bradley during the evening, who had stayed away from her, as if he was keeping a safe distance from her. Nevertheless, when it was her turn to play again, she leaned over the pool table to shoot and while he had stayed away until then, she felt Rooster pass right by her and position himself behind her to address Reuben who was also standing behind her back waiting for him to play. While she thought she was safe from relapse, she remembered different times when Bradley had stood right behind her when they were playing pool. His hands always finding their way on her hips, in her lower back, and once in particular, when while she had bent down, that day wearing a light dress, had taken advantage of his colleagues being distracted by something else to bend over her, and slide his hand over her thigh, gently raising the hem of her dress on her thigh whispered in her ear how much effect she was making on him in this position and dress. At this memory she lost concentration and when she shot, missed her target, which provoked the cries of jubilation of the opposing duo and the manifestation of disappointment of her teammate to whom she apologized with a sorry pout.

She straightened up and met Bradley's gaze as he plunged his eyes into her own with an indecipherable neutral expression. He wore this expression during the hour that followed, Maureen feeling the insistent look of her ex on her no matter what she was doing or where she stood. Was he trying to make her understand something?

As she was about to go to him to ask him why he was staring at her so much, a rather noisy group of men rushed into the bar, one of them looking for someone over the crowd. A smile stretched his lips and he slapped the arm of one of the men who accompanied him before heading to the small group around the billiards. The man who had been next to him turned his head towards him feeling the slap on his arm and followed in his footsteps followed by their comrades.

Javy who was leaning on the pool table, Jake sowing him not to miss his shot, straightened up when he saw the group coming, Jake doing the same then followed by the rest of the team. They were surprised to see Maureen leave them to meet the group of guys and happily welcome the kiss of the man who was obviously looking for her a few seconds before.

"Who's that?" Rooster suddenly asked  as he got up from his stool, his beer in hand, the other in his pocket. Natasha stood next to him and gave him a"Seriously?" meaning look.

"Um, don't forget that you’re the one who dumped her Rooster." Bob stammered and quickly looked away when the brown suddenly turned his head towards him.

"What are you doing there?" She asked the man who put her arm around her waist.

"Well you told me you were coming here with your pilot friends. I was with the guys and we thought the real navy men were going to come and show them what they looked like." He sneered. Maureen greeted the man's friends before turning to hers. Jake raised an eyebrow and glanced at Javy, and Mickey and Reuben imitated them. The real men of the Navy?

"An introduction is necessary I think. Oliver, this is Robert, Natasha, Mickey, Reuben, Jake, Javy and Bradley. Bob, Phoenix, Fanboy, Payback, Hangman, Coyote and Rooster, pilots. Guys, this is Oliver, Charlie, Warren, Jarod and Lloyd, SEALs." Oliver's gaze hooked Rooster's and hardened before resting his eyes on Maureen with his tender look. She was against him, his arm around her waist, Maureen's hand resting on his shoulder making shine in the light of the bar the origin of Rooster's behavior.

"Oliver is my fiancé." She admitted.

A fairly positive general reaction animated the pilots.

"I wasn't really sure if it was that since you hadn't talked about it yet but the ring spoke for itself." Phoenix sneered before coming to take her friend in her arms to congratulate her.

"Personally, I hadn't even paid attention to it, congrats Kazansky." Hangman said with a smile on the corner of his lips as he raised his beer.

All congratulated her except Rooster who had remained in the background and had difficulty welcoming the news. It was for this reason that he had had the look so insistent for a good part of the evening. As if he had tried to make her understand by his gaze, that he had understood by seeing the ring, and that it bothered him. But he had lost the right to say anything a long time ago. Phoenix gave him a discreet elbow in the ribs to tell him to react before it was badly perceived.

"Congratulations to both of you." He finally let go before finishing the end of his beer with a dry stroke.

"Would you be up for a friendly pool competition then?" Oliver said happily.

"Deal. But don’t believe that it’s because you are going to marry our friend that we will spare you." Jake said before handing Oliver a tail. The pilots placed on one side of the billiards, the SEALs on the other.

Maureen smiled amused and then turned on her heels, making her way to the bar into the crowd to order a new round for everyone. She was stopped on the way by a hand on her arm that made her turn around. She found herself face to face with Rooster who wore a look that was both cold and painful.

"What is -"

"Are you really going to get married?" He cut her dryly. She widened her eyes, surprised by his gall.

"Yes Bradley I'm going to get married. Does it bother you? Too bad, maybe you should have thought about it before dumping me when you left for the other side of the world." She replied in a scathing tone, releasing her arm from his grip. "I find you have gall, I remind you that if we are there it’s by your fault, you are the last person to have something to say about it." He opened his mouth to get ready to say something when she immediately resumed. "And you want me to tell you, it's even planned for very soon, his friends all came especially from Virginia for his bachelor party. My parents are delighted, his too, Mav is delighted, our friends as well and just as much as us."

"Mav knows?" He said puzzled, surprised that he hadn't tried to talk to him about it.

"Obviously he is, you birdbrained, he is my uncle as much as he was yours and if you hadn’t turned your heels while he sought to respect the will of your mother, you would know."

"Wait, what?" He shook his head surprised by so much information.

"Move on Bradley, as you forced me to do it."

On this words she turned her heels leaving him alone in the middle of the crowd stunned by these revelations.

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Mickey Garcia Holiday One Shot Sneak Peek

All I want for Christmas is...

Pairings - Mickey Garcia x Fem!Reader

Premise – Holidays without your lover aren't the same, you miss him with all your heart and he does too.

Word Count - No idea,

Warnings: Some strong language, references to Pop Culture, allusions to SMUT and a very brutal game of UNO

a/n - Thank you @labarboteuse for this wonderful request. I initially planned it s a headcanon but the holiday season was approaching so I made this into a holiday fic. I hope you like it <3 any and all headcanons/blurbs are mostly welcome.

December 25, Christmas Eve

“...and then Phoenix lost her shit and then we had to group up and shield Harvard from getting waterboarded by her.” Mickey’s face on your phone was scrunched up in delight, as he laughed recounting the tales of Christmas at the base to you.

You touched your screen as if it were his face.

Mickey was your best friend, your husband, and the love of your life.

Staying away from him while he was deployed was difficult, and you handled it like a champ. Occasionally, though, sadness would loom over you unexpectedly. Like waking up and reaching out for him, and meeting the empty side of the bed. Accidentally making two cups of coffee in the morning. One day, when you realized he was not there when you called him, you broke down in tears.

But nothing hurts like not having him home during the holidays for the first time.

When Abuela Juliana bribed you with her homemade caramel cupcakes, you couldn't say no to Mickey's family; his parents, his brother Edgar and his wife Veronica, and their four-year-old twins Camillo and Ariana.

As a single kid, you were sent to boarding school away from home. You hardly knew your parents, and they were always on some crazy trip to Europe every year during Christmas. Celebrating the holidays with his family made you feel at home. Abuela would never let go of a chance to remind you that it was your home too, and you and Veronica were her granddaughters.

You had been reading in Mickey's old room, halfway through an Agatha Christie novel from his bookshelf before he called. It was cozy, with a makeshift space near the window to read, and a lot of Star Wars and hip-hop posters everywhere on the walls.

“How was Christmas?” he asks you, smiling at the camera.

“It was perfect. Abuela kept her promise, making a batch of caramel cupcakes just for me. Camillo and Ariana almost caught Edgar placing the gifts under the tree, but Veronica and I distracted them with Spongebob Squarepants.”

“Clever.”

“Marina and Carlos banned me from the kitchen because I tried to help them, and then fed me your share too.” you sighed.

“God I hope you didn’t eat all the cupcakes, share it with Edgar and Ariana too.” he shrugged.

"No way. Nu-uh" you nodded and snuggled under the covers.

Mickey listened to you with a sad smile on his face, and it hurt you to see that he so clearly missed home.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be home Carino," he says in a dejected tone.

You just wish you could squish his face with your hands and smother him in kisses. He was sad, and you hated seeing him like that.

“I miss you, baby," you say.

He smiled, “I miss you more.” he said as he lay down on his bed. “I really wanted you to be my kiss at midnight.”

“Me too.” you sniffle, tears brimming your eyes as you recall last year when he was home with you, and held you close as you counted down to midnight.

“Baby…” he whispered, noticing your tears, “don’t cry, please.” His eyebrows furrowed with worry, but just as he was about to say further, his image shook around.

It was Phoenix on the screen now, smiling with a Santa cap on.

“Mrs. Garciaaa! Happy Christmas my girl!” she hollered. You wiped your tears and realized she was drunk.

“Happy Christmas Nat.” you smiled, as she passed the phone to Payback.

“I’m sorry Y/N, she’s been drinking like a sailor once we stopped her from waterboarding Harvard.” he sighed, the camera shaking as he walked because he was clearly swatting away Phoenix with his other hand. 

Rooster, Bob, Coyote, Harvard, Yale, and even Hangman joined in to wish you. By the time they handed the phone back to Mickey, you were laughing again.

“There's my girl,” he whispers softly to you, his brown eyes adoringly looking at you.

"Good night, sweetie." you breathe out and kiss the screen.

He blushes and kisses his screen, “good night baby, can’t wait to meet you.”

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Full fic out on 30-12-2022

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