I love superheroes, but there is a whole world beyond them... filled with mystical, magical things that need to be explored.
Smallville- Or anything Superman,
Most Crime TV Shows...
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- "Go home. The baby needs you."
- "Not him, God. He saved me."
- "He should’ve been here hours ago."
- One. Unheard. Message. : “Where are you?”
- Seventeen. Unheard. Messages. : “Please… pick up…”
- "Did Daddy love making pancakes, too?"
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Prompt: Esposito meets Ryan’s little sister and they hit it off. Four months later he finds out he’s the baby daddy.
"You sure your brother didn’t see us leave together?" He asked, looking over his shoulder, as if said brother would come running down the hotel hallway at any moment.
“Yeah, positive. He was too busy making googly eyes at Jenny to notice us slipping out the side door,” she giggled, stumbling into his side.
“Good, I have a room up on the fourth floor, care to put it to good use?” He winked at her, pulling her closer by the hips.
“Hell yes!” She exclaimed, pulling his face down to hers in a sloppy kiss.
The first mistake was letting her unwrap the condom. She did what she had seen hundreds of times on tv and movies, she bit it between her teeth and ripped the wrapper open, as well as biting a small hole in the side of the condom. Then she rolled it down the length of him, but didn’t leave a bubble at the top. It was dark, he was drunk, he didn’t notice.
Four months later, after a night neither truly remembered fully, the younger Ryan appeared at the precinct looking for not her brother, but his partner…
“Hey sis, what are you doing here?” Kevin greeted his younger sister with a smile and a one-armed hug.
“Um… Just seeing how you guys are getting along here at the station…” She trailed off.
“Precinct,” he corrected automatically.
“Right, look- is your partner around? There’s something I want to talk to him about.” She got straight to the point.
“Oh, yeah, he’s in the break room, I think he might be taking a nap,” he chuckled, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb.
“Alright, well, I’ll go check,” she shrugged, heading in the direction he had gestured.
After a few minutes of watching him rest peacefully, she kicked the side of the couch, jarring him awake.
“Huh?” He said blearily, sitting up slightly.
“Hey, Javier,” she breathed out slowly.
“Oh, hey Little Ryan, what’s up?” He blinked, her face finally coming fully into focus.
“We need to talk about what happened the night of my brother’s wedding…” She trialled off.
“I thought we agreed that was a one-time thing,” he arched an eyebrow at her, not understanding why she was suddenly changing her mind.
“Well, I guess one time is more than enough to create a life…” She said cryptically.
It took him exactly five seconds to process what she said before he was up off the break room couch and backing out the door.
“Wait, you didn’t tell Kev, did you?” He questioned, the hope that she hadn’t clear in his eyes.
“Tell me what?” Detective Ryan said, walking up behind Esposito.
“Uh, um… Nothing, Bro,” he went for nonchalant, but he spoke the same moment she did.
“Just a bit of a surprise from the Heavens…” She sing-songed.
“… What?” Kevin asked, unable to distinguish one line of dialogue.
“I’m pregnant, Kev,” she sighed.
He looked at her for a long moment, then, as if a lightbulb went off, he looked over at Esposito, who looked rather sheepish.
Then, in a voice rarely heard from the quiet Irishman, “YOU GOT MY SISTER PREGNANT?! I’M GONNA KILL YOU!”
Well, there you have it… Hope it was all that you dreamed of, Nina. ;)
Bracken’s Bad Luck
“In you go, Bracken, have fun with your new pal!” The guard chuckled, shoving former Senator Bracken into his new home, a 9x13 cell for two, equipped with two bunks, a sink and a toilet.
“Yo, Mr. Jones, who’s this guy?” The other inmate called, from his bunk, looking down at Bracken with some interest.
“Your new ‘Buddy’, have fun with this one Jack, but don’t wreck him like you did the last one, we were cleaning up for weeks!”
Bracken swallowed hard, backing into the corner as the guard walked away after sealing the cell door.
“Oh don’t worry, Buddy-boy, he’s just teasing, I didn’t wreck the last one, he just decided to take the easy way out of prison and slit his wrists with a homemade shiv,” Jack teased, hopping down off his top bunk.
“Uh, hey, look, I was a Senator, I have money, if you just leave me alone, I’ll pay you, whatever you want, just seriously, don’t… touch me,” Bracken stammered nervously.
“Oh, yeah, I heard about you, you ever pay someone for something other than a murder…? Any favors? If you know what I mean…” he trailed off, waggling his eyebrows salaciously.
“Um… Uh… No, no um, favors. I’m a happily married man. Was,” he corrected.
“That’s too bad, guess you’ll have to just have to see what the other side is like in here then,” Jack smirked, inching closer to him.
“Wait, No, please! I said I’d pay you anything you want not to touch me!” He cried, pressing further back against the wall.
“Oh, well, maybe by the time your stint is done in here, you’ll be paying me to touch you…” and with that, he made his way over to the man and whispered, “I’d be happy to spank you.”
There, I did it. Happy, Dia?
Me: ... er spaniel. sweet jesus I can't do this