#finally catching up on all the gifs i've been slacking on

[thirteenstardisfam]

Thirteen in Every Episode      ↳ Legend of the Sea Devils

[michelle-is-writing]

Unsuspecting Suspect, Spencer Reid

Word Count: 2.2k~

In movies, the "pregnant women always have to go to the bathroom" is a popular joke to use. However, what most people don't realize is that the joke is highly played down. What you see in movies is nothing compared to what really occurs.

What really occurs is getting up from bed after only five minutes of getting comfortable to go to the bathroom for the fiftieth time that day. Not to mention you've become so used to the bathroom that you don't even have to turn the lights on or anything - you already know where everything is. Plus, if you're me, then that also means picking up your husbands lazily discarded pants that are crumpled up on the floor with his gun and all of his badges still hooked on there just so you can wash your hands.

"Spencer, I know you've worked long and hard," I start, picking up his wrinkled slacks from the bathroom floor. "But if your pregnant wife has to continue bending over and picking up your pants every time she has to use the bathroom because your daughter seems to think my bladder is a punching bag," I begin taking everything off of his belt. "Then I might just have to use you as a punching bag."

"I'm sorry!" I hear him apologize from the bedroom, an ounce of laughter behind his voice. "I forget and just leave them there - I'm sorry!" Spencer repeats himself, making me bite my lip from laughter. He has eidetic memory, and yet, he still 'forgets' his pants when he takes them off everyday he comes home from work.

Taking his badge off his belt and placing it on the counter, I begin dismantling everything else as well. The last thing to remove is his gun and holster, and with this clunky thing, I try as hard as I can to not let it make a sound as I put it on the countertop. Spencer has been very quiet for the past few minutes, and if he's fallen asleep, I don't want to accidentally wake him up.

I just hope he's not quiet because he's worrying himself sick. As of lately, he's had a stalker that the BAU can't seem to figure out who they are. They know they're male, going by the style of handwriting, and they know he has a pattern. Every Tuesday, a letter is sent to Spencer's desk at the BAU, and yet, there's never a return address or fingerprints to go off of. Today was Tuesday, and for some reason, Spencer didn't receive anything. It worried Spencer a lot, but I'm just hoping the stalker has given up; however, his previous letters show no sign of him doing this which makes this all more worrisome.

"No, no, please," I hear Spencer's voice from the bedroom once more, making my eyes go wide as I quickly catch onto the fright and panic in his tone. Who is he talking to? Especially when I've been in this bathroom no longer than five minutes, and I didn't hear a phone ring or anything.

"You are Spencer Reid," My ears catch a very unfamiliar voice, causing me to fully come to a halt with Spencer's revolver still in my hand. Who the hell is in my house? And how the hell did they get in?

Silently padding over to the bathroom doorway, I try as hard as I can to crack open the door enough to see who's in our house. As I do so, I feel my heart beat a mile a minute, and the little girl in my stomach still hasn't given up on her kicking assault. "Your birthday is October of nineteen-eighty-one. Your mother,"

The man pauses to laugh, appearing as if he were trying to mock Spencer; I take this chance to open the doorway as much as I can without alerting the man, and thankfully, it seems to be a success. "The poor old broad can't decipher through her own mind - never has been able to," The man continues. "Finally, you turn eighteen, you send her away, and you go on to live your own life in college and, soon enough, the BAU,"

Slowly peeking around the corner, I see the man talking to a very wide-awake Spencer with his gun raised at him, no mask concealing his face. Instead, his entire body is covered in black material spanning from a dark turtleneck all the way down to pitch black slacks and charcoal boots. Yet, his head and face are completely visible to anyone who sees him, and going by the fact that he's doing such a thing, he thinks he's going to get away with it and not get caught. Not on my watch.

"You've spent- no, wasted! Wasted nearly eleven years of your life on a job that prevents you from actually having a life!" At the mans words, I squint my eyes while readying Spencer's gun in my hands. "Face it, doctor Reid - you are nothing! I am smart - we are smart! But you have married yourself to your job that doesn't need you; it needs me," with that, the man pauses once again, but this time, he begins to pant, obviously worked up over what he's been saying. This guy has to be one of the most conceited guys to walk the earth.

"Now," The man states, leveling his eyesight with the gun once again. "Was there anything I missed?"

At this point, I come around the bathroom corner with Spencer's gun raised at the man. Through the sights, I see the two small pieces of metal lining up with the mans head, and in my peripherals, I see Spencer warily nod his head as he glances over me with extreme and utter nervousness.

"Uh, y-yes, actually," my husband answers, swallowing down his worry as the fate of his life rests at the tip of my fingers. Now that I think about it, if it weren't for Spencer's bad habit of leaving his pants in the middle of the bathroom floor, I wouldn't have the ability to save him right now.

Just as the man turns around, I line up the sights with his head once again as I pull the hammer back, the trigger following soon after. Watching as the man quickly goes down with no life left in him, only slight convulsions surging through him now, I slowly let my hands fall back to my side as the realization of what just occurred passes through me. I just shot someone... someone who was threatening my husband's life, but still! I've never done that before, and I never want to have to do it ever again!

Within a few moments of my eyes widening in shock, I feel Spencer take me into his arms while slowly taking the gun out of my hand and tossing it onto our bed. "You did so well, love," Spencer assures me in my ear, making me slowly sit on the ground with him as shock runs through me. I'm so stunned by what just happened that I can barely breathe. "You did good, baby, you did so good. I'm so proud of you."

Despite Spencer's words running through my head, I find myself suddenly gasping as I realize something. "Baby! The baby!" I almost shout, turning my head toward Spencer as my now free hand falls to my thirty-week old bump. "Spence, the-the noise, the noise! Could the noise have hurt her ears?"

Immediately, Spencer shakes his head before moving to place his hand on top of mine, his other hand raising at the same time to wipe away the sudden rush of tears falling down my face. "No, no, she's fine, (Y/n), she's fine," Spencer assures me, gently rubbing his thumb against my clothed belly. "The muscles and amniotic fluid protect her, so when the noise does reach her ears, it's extremely muffled," he further explains, gently taking my face into his hands to turn me toward him. "But I am going to have a medic look over you and the baby when they get here, okay?"

Keeping my eyes on his, I nod before laying my head against his chest, a small sigh falling from my lips. "He was the stalker, right?" I ask Spencer, my eyes flickering up to his face as his hand reaches down to gently card through my hair.

Spencer simply nods. "Yeah, he was," he tells me, making me shake my head. "The way he spoke, it's how he wrote his letters," Spencer further explains, "He was an obvious narcissist with a superiority complex - just like his letters."

That would explain the man's words from earlier and how selfish they all were. Although, what if the cops don't believe us and arrest me in spite of what's been going on? I know Spencer wouldn't have gotten in trouble shooting him as a BAU agent, but what about me?

"Spencer, am I going to jail?" I immediately ask, my eyes growing wide as panic sets in my chest.

"No, no, you aren't, and you need to calm down," Spencer tells me, holding my head to his chest as he kisses my temple. He's trying to comfort me while also preventing me from looking over at the dead man currently lying on our bedroom floor. "You did nothing wrong, that was self-defense, and you protected me as well as save me from the man who was going to kill me, no doubt," he points out, his voice growing softer with every word. "You're awesome, love."

In response to his comment, I find myself lightly laughing with tears rising to my eyes again. That's what I usually tell Spencer when he gets back from a case and they successfully stopped a killer. Even if the case goes awry and Spencer returns home sad or disappointed in himself, I still remind him of my usual compliment. Now, much to my disbelief, the roles have reversed and now it is me who has stopped the bad guy.

Once my breathing is slowed and my panic has settled down, Spencer helps me go back to our bathroom where he makes me stay. Without wasting anymore time, Spencer grabs his phone from his side table and dials the police before walking through the house with his gun in hand to make sure there are no other intruders. Thankfully, there isn't, and Spencer soon returns to the bathroom to take me out to the living room, getting me as far away from the dead body as he can all the while making sure I remain comfortable.

Sitting behind me on the couch, Spencer makes me lie between his legs as I rest my back against his chest, his right hand rubbing soothing circles against my bump while he uses his other to dial up his team. Thankfully, soon of them are still at the office working late when Spencer calls.

"(Y/n) shot the stalker?" I hear Derek's familiar tone over the phone as Spencer explains the situation. As he goes on, the sound of sirens in the distance slowly grow closer, and the only thing I can do is hold a hand to my swollen tummy as our little girl gives the occasional kick to my ribs.

"Yes, directly in the head," Spencer answers Derek with a quick glance over to our bedroom where the dead body remains, the spilled blood from his wound no doubt soaking into floor. I never would have listed 'blood is easier to clean up' as a pro when choosing hardwood over carpet. "She shot like a trained officer."

Spencer's comment warrants a rare chuckle from their boss. "Too bad she wasn't able to help you when you failed your shooting test and needed to retake it," Hotch's voice pipes up from the background, causing Spencer to let out a little 'hey!' in response. In light of the situation, I laugh a little at that. I can remember him calling me after failing it and I had to tell him it was okay. Of course, in his mind, it wasn't.

"I don't fail tests." I remember him telling me, making me laugh. No matter what I said, he still continued on about failing the test, unable to let it go.

"The team will be here in a few minutes, okay?" I hear him tell me, bringing me out of my thoughts and back to the moment. I hadn't even realized he ended the call with his team.

Still, I nod back at him, only a few seconds passing before he's leaning over and pressing his lips against my cheek. "It'll all be okay," He assures me, making me slightly nod with another small shuddered breath. "I promise," He further assures me, sensing my anxiety. "I'd never let anything happen to my hero~"

[mustainegf]

really passionate loving sex with 1994 James

but you end up getting really emotional because no one has ever loved you like he has and he just worships you and tells you he loves you over and over again

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ¹⁹⁹⁴

One moment before, I had looked at James, the soft light of the lamp on his features glittered in his face. Sharp, but incredibly warm, his eyes were wholly fastened on mine. The way he would look at me would always quicken my heartbeat. That wasn't about wanting him far more than that he sees me, every inch of me, and he accepts it.

He snatched my hand, pulling me closer. His touch was firm yet so soft, and cold chills trickled down my spine. Every time he touched me, I felt I was standing in the safest place on Earth. "You are so beautiful," he whispered in a low, awed tone, as if to say that he could not believe I really was here with him.

Nobody has ever looked at me the way James does, as if he sees something amazing in me that I am not even aware exists. Every time he says those words, it is like he chips away at the concrete wall I have built around myself. Always so cautious, never really letting someone into my life, James, he can break down all my walls without even trying.

His lips, soft and cold, hit against mine, so filled with emotion. I went limp in his arms, soaking into his love as his hands wrapped themselves around me, tracing every little detail of my being, but not in haste. James would take his sweet time, he would make sure I feel every bit of his appreciation for each second that was being shared. Drawing back, his breath danced along my skin, his voice whispering, "I love you. I love everything about you."

It's like my heart was beating, just this big ball inside my throat. nobody had ever said anything like that to me before and meant it like he did. I could tell really in every word and really even his eyes that he wasn't saying that to help my mood. He really means it, and that's the difference. I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my self control, but it really began to grow really impossible.

His lips planted a trail of kisses down my neck, his hands slid lower and touched me in a way that had me closer to him than I had ever been. He didn't just want me, he wanted to adore me. The heat came between us, love and desire curled in the air. And with that came everything else, evidence of something heavier inside me that hadn't broken free for ages.

His fingers moved softly and understandingly over me, and the gasp that slipped through my lips was inevitable. It wasn't the pleasure that hit me like a ton of bricks but everything, the look in his eyes, his fingertips upon my skin, the way he loved me, had never remotely felt anything like that before, and that was almost too much to bear.

"I've got you," he whispered, his lips against my ear. "I'm here. You're okay..."

Tears welled inside my eyes, and, having tried to blink them away, they just trickled on, one after another. I didn't really know why I was crying. Maybe it was because I had never felt loved like this before. Maybe it was because for the first time in my life I actually feel like someone really sees me, or maybe it was just because finally I let myself think I actually deserved it.

James had picked it up pretty much instantaneously. He pulled back an inch or two, hands falling slack in their holding of my face, his thumb catching the tear as it fell. "Hey, hey… what's up?" he asked softly, sounding really worried. "You alright?

I nodded, but somehow words wouldn't pass my lips. They were stuck in my throat, too large and heavy to push out. I felt like I was gonna fall apart with all that pressure. But then he kissed me again, nice and slow, and from nowhere, everything suddenly did feel a bit easier.

"It's okay..." he whispered against my lips. "You don't have to say anything. I'm here."

I breathed out shakily, my body shaking at his touch, I couldn't fathom, how he could love me that much. No person had ever done that with me. It was super intense in all the best ways, and it freaked me out a little. What if I wasn't enough? What if I couldn't be what he needed?

"Do you still want to do this?" he whispered, unsure if sex was the right thing while I was in tears. But I nodded, needing this, needing him.

He leaned in closer and said, low and smooth, "You're perfect... you're mine..."

His hands moved again, slow and steady, as if taking all his sweet time to show me that he cared. I felt him push past me, stretching and rubbing from the inside. Every touch and every kiss was just so filled with love, and I could feel it totally run through me. It wasn't about the physical stuff anymore, this was far deeper. My body reacted to him in ways I couldn't even handle, and I could feel myself start to come apart.

"You are so beautiful," he moaned softly, the warmth of his breath upon my skin. "You have no idea how much I love you."

A gasp escaped my lips as the pleasure mounted inside my belly, but the emotion was there too, it was as if the two intertwined, not to be separated. I had never felt this vulnerable, yet it felt right with James. I didn't need to hide anything from him. He took all of me, the good, the bad, and everything in between.

I wasn't going to last long, especially after his teasing, and now his slow strokes as he fit snug inside me.

I just couldn't bottle it anymore. It was like it hit me hard, and I felt this crazy release that had me all shaking. My body was all tensed up, then it was like everything came falling down on me all at once, like the tide coming to the shore. It was so much stronger than anything I'd ever felt, I couldn't stop the tears streaming down.

My legs violently shook as I whimpered and came, liquid gushing out of me and onto him and the sheets.

James held me through it, speaking softly into my ear, hellos of love and hellos of encouragement as I shook beneath him. "That's it," he whispered softly. "Let go. I've got you. You're safe with me..."

His voice brought me right back, he pulled me out of all those crazy feelings. My body was getting cold, yet the tears wouldn't stop flowing. Not sad tears, tears of relief, finally releasing into my body all the hurt and fear that I had stored in it for ages.

Finally, I opened up my eyes to find James staring at me with this sweet look that just totally tore at my heart. "I love you," he whispered, giving my forehead a soft kiss. "More than you'll ever know."

For the first time ever, I actually believed it. I let this shaky breath out and finally managed to find my voice.

"I love you too," I whispered in return, my voice all choked. James smiled and tucked that stray strand of hair behind my head.

"You mean the world to me," he said, this time quite seriously.

With a gentle kiss on the forehead, James pulled out very slowly, a whimper slipping past my lips at the sensitive feeling.

"I'm so proud of you..."

[thatwritterbeach]

Hugs and soul string tugs .1

dc masterlist

Dick grayson x reader Jason Todd x reader

Summary: soulmate au, Jason dies and reader's soul latches onto Dick for comfort bring your tissues, not my usual writing style

warnings: blood, conon typ' violence, rejection, soul sickness (soulmates au ) angst, hurt little comfort, Jason dies but he comes back, fever, Jason being an ass Dick being a softy

A/N: I do not own dc this is short, might become a series might stay a drabble lmk what ya think

She didn't know how she ended up in Gotham, she'd just hopped a bus to get away, get out from under her parent's thumb. It wasn't a nice place, she should have paid closer attention to the glowing red sign stating the location. There was a slight tug on her soul, that ever present tightness when you go without your soulmate, and she hadn't even found them yet. Surely they must be here though by the way her heart started to sing. She stopped off the bus readjusting her backpack and gazed up just in time to see batman and Robin fly. Her soul ached to the point of tears. She ran and ran, trying to catch the duo, surely he could feel it, surely this all consuming love and hope wasn't just on her end but he kept getting away. He was running from her, and the clear rejection sent a knife through her heart and she let out a scream, dropping to her knees in pain. The small string that had been tight her entire life fell slack. Loose inside her like he'd let go of his end.

He didn't come back.

The pain didn't die down, never so much as eased. She wondered the streets of Gotham, alone and in pain begging for her soulmate. Crying into the void for him to just pull back on his end, please just tighten the string, he didn't need to pull it closer, just get rid of the slack between them.

He ignored her.

So she dug, and dug until she found the name Dick Grayson and an apartment number in bludhaven. It took two days to work up the nerve to knock on his door.

"Hello," he asked, with wary eyes. She knew what she looked like.

"Your brother is my soulmate and he dropped the bond and I think I might die without him." He just stared at her.

"Please," she added. He stepped aside to let her in and busied himself making tea for them both. She sat on the ground to avoid dirtying his couch. He sat on the floor with her.

"He's mia at the moment sorry." And he was, she could feel it coming off of him in waves.

"That's ok, I've made it this long." The tea fell to the floor when she felt the string tug, tighter and tighter in her chest until it snapped. And she screamed. Screamed and thrashed and cursed. She was faintly aware of arms around her but they weren't his, they would never be his. He was dead, she could feel it. The pain radiating through her entire body like an explosion. She screamed until her throat no longer worked, until her eyes started to close and her body gave up against the pain.

"He's gone," she whispered before giving in and letting the darkness embrace her. Dick rocked her back and forth until his own tears stopped.

Bruce didn't call. Dick was floored. A teammate gave their condolences.

Its rare, so rare in fact its considered legend that if a bond is broken in death a new one can from between the living and someone close to the deceased.

The snapped string hung around her heart like an anchor. A new one formed a loose knot and she latched onto it like a vice. Sobbing in agony over the loss and gain.

Dick was shocked when he felt the pull. The crying girl (because she was years younger than him, the age of his brother he assumed) seemed to glow and the string around his own heart yanked as she pulled on it desperate for connection, she pulled and pulled while he resisted. Finally she relented and the string stayed taut before falling slack. A second rejection would kill her, so he scooped up the string and did some yanking of his own. Dick had never felt a soulmate, he assumed he just wasn't close enough to meeting them to ever feel the pull. But now he understood. His job was to keep her alive. The bond felt odd once it settled into place. He felt warm and content even through his grief.

He called Alfred a week later to ask about coming home. He couldn't get her to eat, he didn't trust her to be alone.

Alfred said no.

Six months after Jason's death she woke up screaming. Nightmares ever since. She won't talk to him about them.

A scrawny kid came to his door demanding he become Robin again, he felt the bond inside him ache.

Tim was a great Robin.

Dick was proud of the kid, he went to Gotham when he could desperate to do it right this time.

Bruce refused to meet his bonded she said it was fine.

He visited less as her pain grew. Even going to work he could feel her clawing at the string, terrified it would disappear too. He would tug back, he would always tug back. Then he would text her and ask if he needed to come home. She always said no.

The red hood hurt Tim. His bonded was waking up screaming each night. He took her to manner, he and Bruce had gotten on better terms. Bruce seemed to like the girl, she was twenty now, to Dick's twenty-seven. Against his better judgement over the last year he's fallen in love with her. She knows, she can feel it through the bond, she replies with hesitant love, he can accept that.

Jason Todd is alive. His brother and the original soul mate of his bonded is alive and seething in front of them. Y/n was shaking, silent tears running down her face and the string inside him burned from her insistent tugging. He tried to tug back but she wasn't paying attention to him.

"Why the fuck are you holding my soulmate." Jason was tied up in the cave riding out pit madness when Dick and y/n had gone down to see what all the commotion was. Bruce and Tim stood off to the side, Tim still in a few casts but walking with a crutch.

"You died," she said softly pulling away from Dick and slowly making her way to him.

"Yeah, and you're fucking my brother."

"Don't talk to her like that," Dick seethed yanking her back to him and behind him.

"I'm not," she squeaked.

"I can feel you panicking, the string..." Jay trailed off, he wasn't used to the feelings being so strong from proximity. He's been able to stay far enough away it only ached, this felt worse than the pit. His skin burned to touch hers, his entire being was raw with need. He could faintly, like a whisper, feel his brother mixed into the bond. His claim over her clear even through Jason's green filled mind, his soulmate wasn't his. And didn't that hurt like a bitch.

"You died. I tried to find you and you ran away and then you died. I would have died without your brother," she begged him to understand but the words meant less coming from behind the protection of said brother.

"How long have you two been a thing?"

"That's none of your-"

"We've been romantic for less than a year but bonded since the night you died," she filled him in ignoring Dick's protest. She owed him the truth even if he had stayed away for so long.

"So you didn't feel me claw out of my grave," he accused with venom.

"I thought it was phantom. I-I looked I swear I did. I dug up your grave by hand, it was untouched...the coffin," she paused to fight the bile in her throat," the coffin had a body in it. I'm sorry I didn't get it dna tested." She couldn't deal with this, even now she could feel him letting go of the string, rejecting her. Dick's pull only became tighter and she fell back onto his familiar strength.

"Jason, why didn't you come to her," Bruce asked. He couldn't fathom staying away from Selena.

"Don't you people get it? I'm a monster!"

"And why not before! I followed you as Robin, chased you endlessly through the streets, screaming in agony over you and you fucking left me there! You let go of the bond not me, fuck you!"

"Did it ever occur to you I did you a favor. Did it hurt when I died?"

"How fucking dare you," she screamed storming over to him and taking his head up by his hair to glare into his green haze of eyes.

"Imagine how it would have felt if we'd been together, I saved you needless pain-"

"That's not fair, I felt everything damn you, every hit, cracked bone, broken skin, beaten flesh, I fucking burned when the bomb went off, so don't you think for one second that it made it better!"

"I didn't know that," he conceded, unable to drop his head in shame from her grip on his hair.

"You died, and you left me. You came back and you still left me. My soul couldn't take it, when you died, it clung to Dick's and his clung back. He is mine and I am his. There's no changing that but dammit Jason I can fucking feel you letting go of me again. I almost didn't survive it the first time, it fucking hurts don't you get that." She was shaking him now, both hands on his shoulders and willing the sense to get knocked into him.

He tugged on the string. She tugged back. And faintly they both felt Dick tug on his.

"I gotta share you don't I," Jason said quietly.

"You didn't even want me. You hurt me beyond words. Either share me or fuck off. I can't take it again."

Dick didn't wanna share, he wanted to wrap her into his heart and never let her leave, but after finally getting Jason back he couldn't do that to her. He was the third wheel, he came second, he knew that but when she turned to look at him, nothing but love in her eyes, he didn't care.

___

It was awkward, sharing a room and a girlfriend with his brother. But Dick was already a touchy feely person and he'd been smothering Y/n in affection for years, there was no way the bond would let them go too long without physical contact. Oddly enough the bond between he and Jason craved nearly the same. His brother would hug him at random then look annoyed with himself, he would go to grab Y/n then backtrack like he wasn't allowed. Y/n of course noticed and would drag them both to the nearest couch, shove them down onto it and lay across them both until the bond was satisfied.

Dick had to go back to bludhaven to tie up some loose ends. You know like quitting his job. The second he was in the car headed to the train he felt it, the little tug on his string, he tugged back, and received two text messages wishing him well, and telling him to hurry up. The first day was tolerable, sucky but ok. The second he woke up with a fever and a quick call confirmed both his bonds in the same state. Day three he felt and looked like death. The near constant tugging on his string when he was trying to eat lunch forced him to excuse himself to make a call.

"It hurts," Y/n wailed through the line, not so much as a hello.

"I know baby. But you've got Jay and-"

"No! s'not the same, please I can't-" she cut herself off with a sob and the string in his heart was pulled so tight he nearly had a heart attack.

"Baby, where's Jay, go sit with him it'll make it better." Like he felt any better, he didn't have anyone to ease the ache.

"He's not here. I can't-Dick please, it hurts!" She kept pulling on the string tapping out freaking Morse code for sos and he couldn't take her anguish anymore.

"Give me an hour." He marched into his bosses office, and quit, screw his two weeks. He didn't even stop at his apartment for his bag, he was on a train and tugging quick 'i love you's' into the string. Jason was getting punched. The hell did he go, he knew she needed care. Her side of the bond had always been stronger, which he found odd since he himself was emotional but whatever he was feeling she got twice or three times as much so if the headache behind his eyes was anything to go by she was going through an agonizing migraine. To be fair they hadn't gone longer than 24 hours without touching each other since Jason died, even when he was patrolling he would always have to swing by to ease the ache in his chest a few times throughout the night. She was used to not feeling Jay, but she couldn't handle not feeling him.

The manor was empty, eerily so, but he didn't have time to dwell the string was still tugging, but it was coming farther and farther apart like she didn't have the energy anymore. He took the steps three at a time, curse long legged people, and made it to their shared room in under a minuted. No y/n.

"Y/n," he called though the halls, tugging at the string in worry.

Your room-Honeypumpkin

He frowned at that but hurried down the hall to his old room. She was laying on top of his blankets, in a pair of his boxers and Jay's shirt practically sweating through the mattress.

"Shit baby," he muttered placing his hand on her forehead. She was beyond burning up. She made a low keening sound at the contact but the fever stayed. He shucked out of his work clothes and curled himself around her. His soul buzzing in joy at the contact. She smiled at him and he was a gentle 'thankyou' tug on the string. she went to sleep and he texted Alfred wondering where the hell Jason was. Out. Is what the butler replied, and Dick had known him long enough to know that one word held more disappointment than imaginable.

At some point he fell asleep, and was woken up by a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder.

"Master Dick, I have brought some supplies."

"Thanks, Alf, she still have a fever?"

He hhmed and stuck a thermometer in her mouth, disturbingly she didn't budge.

"104, we need to get her in an ice bath I'm afraid."

"We need Jason to not be a piece of shit and leave her like this," he seethed standing up to scoop her into his arms.

"I'm afraid they had a fight and Master Todd stormed off," Alfred supplied, leading the way to the cave, where there was medical supplies more equipped. Though nothing could stop soul sickness but the touch of the one who hurt you, isn't that great.

"So he hurt her, again. If I didn't know it would mess her up I'd kill him again." They were quick but not urgent in their treatment, Dick cursed the air black and blue as he lowered them both in a tub of ice water. He didn't have a fever but if he stopped touching her the sickness would worsen he was sure. He kept tugging at Jason's string but the little fucker never answered so he asked Alfred to call and hand him the phone.

"Listen here you little shit," he said in favor of a hello.

"Uh oh."

"Yeah fucking uh oh, get your ass back here, I don't care if it's in one piece or not or so help me I will send a super or a speedster for your ass," he demanded then hung up.

"103," Alfred praised as Dick got them both out of the tub. He dried her off but left her in her wet clothes (hello boundaries) he would call one of the girls in a minute for help. In the time that it took him to get himself dry and in warm clothes her temp had gone up to 105 and sweat was pouring off of her.

"Shit," he exclaimed practically throwing himself onto the bed with her. He wrapped himself around her and pulled reassuringly on his string but she didn't pull back.

"Fuck fuck fuck, she always pulls back, even when she's asleep!"

He tried again, this time tugging out 'i love you's' over and over until he felt a reply. 'k' came a week tug and he nearly sobbed in relief.

"K, I tell you I love you and you say k," he asked her sleeping form.

104* (I cant find the degrees symbol)

Jason was back, Dick could hear his bike. He tugged at his string, Jason tugged back.

"What happened?"

"What happened is that she can't keep taking your rejection, she's sensitive and the bond makes it stronger," Dick explained, brushing her hair back.

"I'm sorry she didn't..."

"What tell you that you were ripping out her soul and killing her, well fuck you!"

"What do I do," he asked wringing his hands in rare uncertainty.

"Just touch her, tug on your string, she likes it. Three long pulls means 'i love you'." Jason grabbed her hand and gave the string three long tugs, over and over and over again until his real hands felt rope burned.

101*

She still wasn't awake, but she wasn't at risk of dying on them so Dick told Jason to 'hit the fucking shower you stink' and meet them in their room. Alfred trailed behind holding her IV bag, but made no move to keep her in the medical wing, after all the only cure was well...hugs, and soul string tugs. Which both Jason and Dick were taking turns doing, until it felt like a dance.

oct-18-24

[r0sespetals]

☃️ ⋆ ♥ a check up ♥⋆ ☃️ - a love and deepspace story : ZAYNE

𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒸𝑒: '𝕕𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣'

𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕫𝕒𝕪𝕟𝕖?! 𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟'𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕜 𝕤𝕠.. 𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝘁𝗼𝘂��𝗵 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱.

𝕀 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤, 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕜, 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕. 𝕃𝕀𝕋𝔼ℝ𝔸𝕃𝕃𝕐 𝔸ℕ𝕐𝕎ℍ𝔼ℝ𝔼 ℍ𝔼'𝕃𝕃 𝔹𝔼 𝕊𝕆 𝔸𝔽𝔽𝔼ℂ𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝔸𝕋𝔼.

⋆ 🎀 𝓇💮𝓈𝑒'𝓈 𝓅𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓈 🎀 ⋆ - i am very excited to present this story of mines I'VE BEEN WAITING TO MAKE MY OWN TUMBLR CAUSE EVERYONES STORIES IS SOSOOSOS GOOD so i hope this one passes along ya'll too. The beginning is pretty mild but don't worry it gets a bit HJHRSGJ IN THE MIDDLE! I will post part 2 tmrw orr much later cause i wanna do the rest of the boys too -

💭- thoughts

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 1/??

---- our pov ----

It’s finally time for my daily check-up with Zayne! I hope this week hasn’t been as busy for him compared to last week. He was so exhausted that when he got home, he face-timed me and then completely passed out. 

I chuckle at the remembrance of that night. 

I checked the time on my hunter's watch. And luckily I got time to get there.

 I stepped out of my apartment, taking a turn to take the elevator down the hallway. I press the button to go down and watch as the level goes down one by one until it finally reached the lobby.

I stepped out the door and out the apartment complex. Walked down some stairs and towards the station to catch the train. The train arrives shortly after I got there, and the doors were holding everyone up since they were opening slowly. After taking a seat, I scroll on my phone and noticed an article about a private gallery known as ‘Mo Art Studio’ on an island in Whitesand Bay. Filled with artworks of the ocean all which were painted by artist Rafayel, who resides in this art studio a floor above. An image of him shows up next to Whitesand Bay. Hes a pretty tall guy with purple hair, blue with a hint of red in his eyes, wearing a white button up shirt and some black slacks. As I look over this guy’s info, I remember of a man with his sardonic and gentle voice say,

 “The fish is gonna slip away you know?” 

He reaches over and swiftly catches a fish. Looking back at me with a contempt look when he caught the fish. He blurs away as I look closer at his image on this article. He seemed familiar and I wanted to check more but a notification for ‘Kitty Cards’ popped up. And what’s more is that the cats in the game are so cute, I couldn’t resist the cat popping up at the top of my phone. So I tapped away smiling and played ‘Kitty Cards’ on the train for the next few minutes till my arrival to the hospital.

A couple minutes flew by and the train called out an arrival.. 

‘Arriving at _____ station’

Here’s my stop..

I get up as the train slows down. I put my cellphone in my bag and step off the train and walk up and out towards the infamous ‘Akso Hospital’.

Where Zayne works as a cardiac surgeon.

I still can’t really believe that I met Zayne again after all these years and even more now that he’s my primary physician. It’s nice to have atleast one familiar face here in Linkon City. I subtly smile as I enter through the hospital's doors.

The lady in the front looks up from the receptionist's desk and greets me as I walk closer to the desk.

“Hello, welcome to Akso Hospital, Your name and appointment time please?” 

She clicks on her mouse as I begin to say my name and the time of the appointment. The keys clacking as she typed in my name and putting in the appointment time. She looks back at me and says, 

“Please have a seat in the waiting area, I’ll let you know when Dr. Zayne is ready to see you.” 

She smiles and motions her hand over to where the waiting area was, filled with chairs and screens above showing off the hospital’s heart cases. Along with a slideshow, showing most of the specialized doctors in this field including the chief cardiac surgeon.

I sit down and stare at the screen patiently waiting for one specific person to show up. My heart thumps louder as I look at how his black hair sits against his paleish skin, along with his black tie under his white lab coat and his glasses on top of his green eyes.

That person being the chief cardiac surgeon.

“I told them they didn’t need to put me up there, its of no use to them if the picture doesn’t save anyone.”

I heard him. His calm and deep voice ringing deep into my ears. I turned my body to the right.  His green eyes meeting right with mines, he's sitting right next to me smiling slightly I think. 

“Oh! Dr. Zayne!” 

I smile at him. He pauses and stops smiling. He turns away and gets up with the clipboard he brought. I noticed his ears turned red

I look at him as he turns back to face me. His face turning all serious and back to his usual monotone voice.

 I thought he was a bit happier today but I guess not.

“If you could please follow me to the office, I have to urgently check in with you about this matter now.” 

He looks over with his eyes, before he turns back and continues walking.

He walks away as I get up, following in pursuit. What could Zayne possibly want to talk about? Could it be about my heart.. Is something wrong?

We enter Zayne’s office. 

The lights were off when I entered.

Leaving only the lamp on his desk as the only source of light, along with the sunlight outside. I heard the click of the door lock. It must be really urgent if he wants no one in here. 

I look down at my hands and place them at my heart. Wondering what possible bad news it could be that he was hurrying us in here.

I hear a long sigh next to me, along with his shoes tapping lightly as he walks towards me. 

I lifted my face back up to him slowly. Already bearing for the worst.

“Zayne.. is there something wronmmph?!"

I blinked and next thing you know i'm against the wall.

He kisses me. His tongue swirling with mines, pressing his mouth closer to mine’s, moving his other hand near my ear and cupping my face to make his kiss deeper. His eyes are closed as I opened my eyes again. 

“W-wait zayne..” 

I gasp out, breathing hastily because I was running out of breath. Placing my hands on his chest, pushing him away a little to give me space to breathe. He opens his eyes staring at me with those green eyes of his and then down to my lips. He takes a step closer and places his thumb on my bottom lip and fondled it.

“I can’t?” 

His breath shaking because of how close and deep his kisses were being done. He tugs my bottom lip down a bit. 

He breathes out.

 “Please.. Just today..” He looks at my lips in desperation and then places his gaze back on me. He lifts my chin up with his hand.

Placing small kisses on the corner of my lips before actually kissing me, closing his eyes. He places his hands around my waist and pulls me even more closer to him. Making this much intimate than before. 

He places his forehead on mines.

“I haven’t seen you... or even touch you this whole week”

He breathes out still trying to catch his breath.

He locks eye contact with me. I put my hand up and caress his cheek. He lays his head on my hand and closes his eyes. His ears were turning redder by the second.

“Mmm.. this feels so nice..” 

The coldness of his hand presses onto mine. 

“I can't take it anymore..” 

He pulls me in and embraces me. My head is placed close to Zayne’s chest hearing the fast pace of his heartbeat. I subtly smile. I’m the one making him feel like this. He whispers above me. His deep and calm voice echoed in my ears. 

“I’m so used to seeing you all the time.. so why didn’t you come last week? You weren't answering your texts or calls.. I really thought you finally got tired of me not showing the same attention as you were giving me"

I looked up at him. His black hair loomed down on me, no longer slick back anymore.

He looks so sad. I feel so bad that I didn;t answer but..

“I was occupied with so many wanderers and when I’d get home I’d have to deal with another alert. I'm so sorry I made you felt that you were being neglected Zayne... I really do cherish you and i'll try to respond on my breaks more"

I gave him a reassuring smile. His green eyes lock with my glossy eyes. He sighs in relief.

“You’re just as busy as I am but I always make sure to respond when I can unlike you" He says in a cold tone. Before i could respond he says

“But, now that we’re all alone... there is so much I can do to you for the lost time” 

He looks at me with so much longing and lust.

He leans his face closer to mine. I cover his mouth.

“ButZayneyou still haveotherpatientsAndineedtogotoworksoon”

I fluster out feeling the room getting warmer.

He locks eye contact with me, having one of his eyebrows raised. He removes my hands off his mouth, he smirked.

“Zayne are you listening to me..?” 

I feel the warmth in my cheeks as he pushes me back on the wall.

Still pressed against the wall by Zayne. He leans down and leaves soft kisses on neck, pulling me in by the waist. Leaving little nibbles along my ears and down my neck. His warm breath caresses my ears as he speaks.

“How will i know about listening if you alway find a way to ignore my conversations with you”

He gives a subtle smirk when he comes back to looking at me.

“But that was only one time Zayne.”

"More than one time actually.. especially since i am your doctor"

He says as he pushes his lips on mines. His kiss was deep and desperate, not allowing for any of us to breathe.

Becoming almost unbearable. 

"if i had known you would ignore me for a week I would've done this so you wouldn't leave me again.."

He sloppily mentions as he continues to kiss me. I felt his hand slip under my shirt going up and under my bra to grasp my breast. I felt his fingers pinch and play on my nipple, going in a circular motion.

He lets go of the kiss to go my neck and leave soft kisses and marks. A gasp escapes my lips as his other hand does the same. And he was about to lift up my shirt when..

A knock is heard on the door.

We abruptly stop.

My shirt midway off.

Both of us messy, breathing heavily, and his lips left with kiss marks

“Dr. Zayne, there is another patient who needs to talk to you” 

His eyebrows twitch. He grumbles under his breath and put a hand on his mouth.

Thinking.

I let out a small laugh because i've never seen zayne so troubled on something before. He looks back at me and kisses me one more time. But then he kisses me again. I pushed him off again to stop.

I talk sense into Zayne and he then cleans himself up. Doing his hair with the extra hygienic things he had in his drawer. He made it seem as if nothing had happened.

"I'll call you. And this time please pick up in a quicker manner"

He sits down at his desk pulling out a folder.

"I will make it up for you in tonight Zayne! I will make cake for you. And you better be there directly after work" I point at him and he chuckles.

"Yes I will be there, now please leave my office before I act on even more things I dont mean to"

He turns his head away to look at his laptop.

I noticed a pink flush on his ears again and I smile.

"I'll be taking my leave now then Dr. Zayne"

I start to walk out but before i turn I see Zayne give me a smile.

"See you later "

My heart beated a bit faster.

I waved back bye and rushed out.

Ah now I gotta see which cake Zayne likes and make it..

I go down to the station and scroll on easy cake recipes to do.

Plus it can't be that hard right?

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⋆ 🎀 𝓇💮𝓈𝑒'𝓈 𝓅𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓈 🎀 ⋆ - 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚! 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕀𝔽 𝕐𝕆𝕌 ℂ𝕆𝕌𝕃𝔻 ℙ𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕊𝔼 𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥/𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕖/𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 <3

(if i have typing errors i AM SO SORRY cause i kept re-reading and typing in new things so my badd)

[wososcripts]

I've Been Getting Lost In Translation (Part One)

Stina Blackstenius x Reader

Summary: You finally get to meet your girlfriend’s parents, but you aren’t sure they’re aware the two of you are more than just friends.

Word count: (nearly) 5.5k

A/N: Okay so we’re all gonna have to expand our minds and suspend disbelief for this one, especially if you speak Swedish (I do not lol). This idea was originally formulated in German, and then altered - so cut a bit of slack for the author <3 As usual nothing I write is meant to represent or speculate about players’ personal lives in any way, it’s just for a bit of fun.

For context, in Swedish the word for girlfriend is flickvän, or väninna but the latter is a bit outdated and used by older people (according to google, and my one Swedish friend) while friend is just vän. However väninna is also used to refer to a "female friend" not just a romantic partner.

Also, everything written like this in italics is spoken in a language other than English (just not written as such to avoid too many translations)

Warnings ⚠️: none, a bit suggestive in some parts.

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“Söt, it’s time to wake up, we have to be at the airport by ten.” You were awoken by your girlfriend’s soft voice in your ear.

You groaned, wrapping your arms around her and burrowing closely into her chest, ignoring her protests.

“What time is it?” You complained, noticing it wasn’t even light outside.

“Nearly seven.”

You pulled her closer, making your displeasure known.

“Nearly seven? Stina, how long do you think it takes to get to the airport?”

You felt her plant a kiss on your head.

“With you? There’s no telling how long.” She indulged your drowsiness for a moment, rubbing your back softly and pressing her cheek to your hair.

Stina was always more of a morning person than you were, and she was certainly more used to getting up while it was pitch black than you ever wanted to be.

“Okay, I’m getting up now.” She announced, peeling your arms off of her and rolling away from you.

You opened your eyes to get a look at her barely illuminated silhouette, messy hair and strong shoulders stretching before she got up to face the day. Her night shirt hid the muscles that you knew rested beneath, as well as the nail marks you had left a few nights ago that she had scolded you over. Well, if she didn’t want them she shouldn’t fuck you so well, (apparently not a good enough excuse in her book).

You resigned yourself to the fact that there was no going back to sleep and sat up yourself. You checked your phone, making sure you had your boarding passes ready and that the flight was leaving with no delays. The two of you were lucky with the weather this year, and you hoped it would continue. Flying back in a snowstorm wasn’t something you wanted to deal with.

“Are you up?” You heard Stina call from the bathroom.

“Yes, Stina!” You replied, swinging your feet to the floor and grimacing at the cold wood beneath them.

Stina laughed at your unhappy face as you cringed at the light of the bathroom. She brought a hand up to pat your cheek affectionately. You gave her a sarcastic smile and began brushing your teeth.

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It didn’t take all that long to get ready, double check your bags, and get dressed. Certainly not get-up-before-seven long.

You watched Stina braid her hair from where you were perched on the counter, admiring the concentrated look on her face. Tea was brewing in the kitchen and you had already cut up some fruit for breakfast.

“What are you staring at me for?” Stina teased, pulling a hair tie from her lips to finish her braid.

“I’m looking at you because you’re beautiful.”

Stina shot you a look, already catching on to what you were doing. But the blush still rose on her neck all the same.

“We don’t have time for that, älskling,” she said, though you knew she didn’t have much resolve where you were concerned.

You made a point to check your phone.

“Since you made sure we were up early, it’s only 7:30.” You shot her your best smile, tugging slightly on her shirt.

She moved towards you with little resistance, only an exasperated face for show. But she had no problem following you into a kiss, her hand resting on your jaw and your legs around her waist. Her warmth surrounded you, encasing you like a blanket. You almost forgot there was anything to do today at all other than kiss her.

You could tell Stina was getting turned on by how her hand slipped under your sweater and pushed your undershirt out of the way so she could press against your bare skin. Once she threaded her fingers into your hair and lifted your head so she could move to your neck you knew it was over.

“Are you sure we’ve got time?” You mumbled, putting a hand softly on her chest.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish,” she replied, lifting you up off the counter with ease.

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“Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck…” you cursed, downing the last bit of your tea and pulling a brush through your tangled hair.

“Stina!” you called out into the other room where your girlfriend was getting (re)dressed. “Katie is waiting outside!”

You heard the distinct sound of your girlfriend swearing in Swedish and couldn’t help but let out a laugh in disbelief. You shot Katie a quick text that you’d be right out—thanking her again for coming to pick the two of you up. She was flying out later in the afternoon for Ireland, and had suggested carpooling to the airport. Any opportunity to skip the price of parking at Heathrow was a good enough reason for you.

Stina came into the kitchen with her bag in hand, looking frazzled.

“Remind me never to listen to you again.” She grumbled.

“You can’t help it,” you said smugly, handing her a mug of coffee and a wrapped bagel for the car. “Look, I even made you breakfast.”

Stina continued to mumble her complaints as she handed you your jacket and put her own on. You chuckled along, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Katie was on her phone mindlessly as you knocked on the window, making her jump in her seat.

“Fuck, was that necessary?”

You shot her a grin, reaching in the now rolled-down window to unlock the door.

“Good morning to you too, Katie.”

“Sure looks like you’ve had a good morning to me.” Katie laughed, noting the slight warmth to your face. “Stina’s never late.”

As if on cue, your girlfriend appeared outside. Katie greeted her kindly as she put the suitcase in the trunk and settled in the backseat. No mention of your morning shenanigans came out of Katie’s mouth sparing the embarrassment you both know would ensue.

Stina was private. Very private. Of course, once she let someone in, there were few things she found necessary to hide. But for most of the world she preferred to keep a low profile. That meant no social media posts, no PDA, and only a few people on the team were privy to the fact that you two were together. You didn’t really mind it, especially since it seemed like everyone Stina cared about knew. You didn’t think she was trying to hide you—or, at least, no more than she tried to hide the rest of her personal life from prying eyes.

The car ride was mostly quiet, Katie had her Spotify connected and the three of you chatted sparingly over it. She was going back to visit her family for the first time since her nephew had been born, something she was over the moon about. Though it wasn’t a particularly long break—just over two weeks—you were going to miss her and her infectious energy. Even Stina, reserved and introverted, was a bit more gregarious when Katie was around. Everyone joked easier with Katie in the room.

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Stina hopped out of the car the second the three of you pulled into the lot at Heathrow. You were running a bit late, nothing worrisome, but you needed to get a move on to ensure that you would get on this plane.

“It’ll be fine,” Katie assured you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

She knew you were a bit nervous to be meeting Stina’s parents for the first time. You’d been doing a lot to try and prepare, studying Swedish to try and impress them (and tell if they were talking about you when they thought you weren’t listening), fussing over the gifts you brought, the clothes you picked out. You hadn’t told Stina because it was silly, you knew. Her parents were lovely, they had to be if they had raised someone like Stina. But still, you were a bit stressed about it.

“They’re gonna love you. There’s no way. You treat Stina like she fell from the sky, you’re smart, you’re kind, you have a wicked left foot, what else could they want?” Katie squeezed your shoulder reassuringly. “Just don’t mention you’ve never been to IKEA, that might get you kicked out.”

You gave her a small smile, a bit too nervous to joke back. And you hardly had time to, because by then Stina had gotten the bags and was waiting. You pushed open your door and took one of the bags from her, shooting her a smile. She seemed to know you and Katie had been talking about something sensitive because her eyes searched you with a bit of concern and she laced your fingers together.

Once Katie had paid for parking the three of you were off, ready to embark on your afternoon of traveling.

You weren’t a big fan of planes, but thankfully you managed to sleep almost the entire flight to Stockholm. It helped that you were able to lay your head in Stina’s lap, never more thankful for the size of business class seats and the salary that allowed you to afford it. She played with your hair gently, knowing it was a guaranteed way to relax you.

You came to as the flight attendant announced you’d soon be landing in Sweden.

“Sorry I left you alone for most of that,” you apologized, sitting back up in your seat.

Stina waved you off, giving your hand a squeeze. You suddenly felt quite nervous about this whole ordeal. You were really going to meet Stina’s parents in about an hour. This was a big step, you knew it. What if they didn’t like you? What if they thought you weren’t good for Stina? Was there something about you you could improve so they’d accept you more? What if you just didn’t fit in, plain and simple. You knew that it was mostly your anxiety talking, but it was difficult to quiet the questions in your head.

“Söt,” Stina nudged you, pulling you out of your reverie, “What are you thinking about?”

You shrugged, fiddling with the hem of your crewneck. Stina stilled your hands, her eyes boring into the side of your head until you met her gaze.

“I’m just a bit nervous, that’s all.”

“To meet my family?”

You nodded.

Stina smiled softly, rubbing the back of your hand.

“You don’t need to be. They know how happy you make me, and that’s what matters. You’ve made London feel like home. And besides,” she turned to whisper in your ear, “I like you enough for them all.” She pressed a quick kiss beneath your ear, pulling away before anyone’s eyes could linger on the two of you.

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Getting off the plane and through security was fairly easy, and before you knew it you were waiting in the arrivals hall for Stina’s parents. Your heart was beating out of your chest, your palms sweatier than normal. Stina was beaming, her head swiveling as she looked around for her family.

Finally, she spotted them.

You hadn’t seen them outside of photos, but immediately you could see the resemblance between them and their daughter. They were tall, much taller than you, and dressed warmly in heavy coats and scarves.

“Mamma!” Stina called, waving her hand to call them over.

Their faces broke into wide smiles at the sight of their daughter, something that made you miss your own family a bit. Maybe next year you could convince Stina to come to Germany for the holidays.

“Stina!” The two of them wrapped her in a big hug, squeezing her tightly.

Once she was given the chance to breathe, Stina pulled back and ushered you forward, introducing you.

“We’ve heard lots about you,” her father said, shaking your hand firmly.

“All good things, I hope,” you joked lightly, still trying to get over your nerves.

“Of course.” Stina whispered as her mother shook your hand too, the both of them giving you polite smiles. Usually Stina would put a hand on your back to reassure you, but it stayed firmly by her side as you did your best to fight down your anxiety.

“Okay, let’s get out of here! Traffic is horrible!”

Conversation in the car quickly dissolved into Swedish, spoken faster than you had ever heard it before. Amanda and Lina certainly didn’t speak with each other this quickly—did they? You did your best to reply to the questions you caught directed at you, and keep up with the rest of the conversation. Words flung around your head as you tried to make sense of them in time for the next.

“Is it too much?” Stina asked quietly, leaning over to whisper it to you, “I told them you had been learning Swedish.” You shook your head, giving her a quick smile.

The house Stina’s parents lived in was about an hour and a half from the airport, outside of Stockholm. It looked like something out of a children’s christmas book: snow blanketing the roof, warm light streaming through the windows, a few strings of lights decorating the railing along the porch.

You were introduced to the rest of the family staying for Christmas: Stina’s half-sister, her brother and his wife, their little boy, Stina’s aunt, and her grandfather who mostly sat on the couch and watched ice hockey. It was a bit overwhelming, but in a pleasant way. Everyone seemed kind, and perfectly welcoming to you, which slowly made your nerves settle. By dinner you felt almost comfortable chatting with her brother about how Eintracht Frankfurt’s season was going (after finding out he was a fan) and listening to the tales of her father’s trips to Germany for work when he was younger. It wasn’t ideal that Stina was seated across from you, and the fact that you two had barely talked all evening, but you chalked it up to her enjoying getting to be with family. Hell, she saw you practically every day.

Once you were all finished with dinner and dessert (a wonderful small chocolate cake that melted when you cut into it) you helped to clear the dishes and wipe the table with Stina’s mother and aunt. Stina had been whisked away by her father so he could show her something new he’d built for the basement, and you were left with a mouthed “sorry” and a sympathetic glance.

You didn’t mind much though, the quiet monotonous task was actually quite soothing after the intensity of the day. You weren’t even really listening to the conversation between Stina’s mother and aunt in the other room where they were cleaning, too focused on your own thoughts until you heard your name.

"Jag är glad att Stina verkar ha hittat någon som är bra nog för henne"

"Ingen är bra nog för min tjej," Stina’s mother joked, "Men ja, hennes väninna är söt. Lite tyst kanske."

"Det är svårt att träffa föräldrarna, släpp henne lite"

You didn’t catch all of the conversation, or even much of it if you were honest. They continued chatting, your name and the word väninna popping up intermittently. You wracked your brain to try and remember what the word was, you’d definitely heard it before, but couldn’t for the life of you remember where.

So you pulled out your phone and sent a text to Amanda asking her what it meant. You probably should’ve been able to understand more, but a headache was beginning to brew behind your eyes and you were well and truly exhausted. It was fairly early, but you were hoping you would be able to excuse yourself from after dinner nightcaps. With a night’s sleep you would feel better.

Your phone dinged, a message from Amanda already lighting up your screen. You wiped your wet hands on a towel and quickly unlocked it, frustrated that you couldn’t remember yourself what it meant.

“Lol It’s like a female friend, not many people use it anymore” The message read. Amanda began typing again. “I hope you’re enjoying Sweden❄️ Merry Christmas!”

Your heart sank a bit. You were confused. Why would Stina’s family be referring to you as her “female friend”? Was this the fifties? You sent a thank you message back to Amanda and assured her that you were enjoying yourself.

You finished up the dishes, unable to stop thinking about the conversation you had overheard. Maybe you had misheard? But then again, the word had come up multiple times. Maybe Stina’s family misunderstood her and thought the two of you weren’t dating? Maybe she hadn’t told them?

The last thought surprised you. You couldn’t think of a good reason why Stina wouldn’t tell her parents the two of you were together, not after almost a year together. Why invite you to Sweden in the first place if not because she was ready for the next step? You thought things were pretty serious.

“Hi älskling,” Stina came up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

You leaned back into her embrace, having missed the contact. It helped soothe your racing thoughts a little, having her this close.

“Hey,” you replied, twisting to place a quick kiss on her jaw.

“If you keep doing the dishes I’m not sure my mom will let you leave.”

You chuckled, the sound catching in your throat unexpectedly, sending you into a coughing fit. Stina rubbed your back, grabbing a cup to fill with water from the tap.

“Are you feeling okay?” She asked, stroking your face softly, “You look a little run down.”

“I’m just tired…” you explained, “and I can feel a headache coming.”

It wasn’t a lie. Maybe not the whole truth, but part of it. Your confusion still weighed on your mind.

“It’s been a long day.” Stina agreed. “I think I’ll join you for an early night.”

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You tried to hide your surprise as Stina’s parents opened the door to the room you’d be staying in.

Two twin beds.

“This used to be Stina and Linnea’s room when they were little.” Her father explained, showing you the pictures of the two of them as young girls that hung on the wall. You smiled at the image of a ten year old Stina in her handball kit. Next to it was a photo of her lounging at the beach, probably seven or eight.

“I thought we were getting Nils’ room?” you heard Stina whisper to her mom.

“And this is Stina’s first football trophy.” Her father continued, showing you the small gold statue that rested atop the dresser. “I said that day, I knew she would be on the Swedish team one day!”

“You did not, Papa. You wanted me to go out for basketball.”

“Well you were so tall—”

You tuned out the rest of their playful bickering, deciding to take a seat on one of the beds and take a look at the room around you. It was kind of sweet, being in Stina’s old room. It was like seeing a different side of her. Old posters still adorned the walls, messy handwriting still littered sticky notes on the desk.

“Well, we’ll see the two of you tomorrow. Sleep well.”

And with that the two of you were alone. You pulled your backpack over to the edge of the bed and found the ibu that you had brought with you, popping one in your mouth and swallowing it dry. You felt the bed beside you sink and a hand run gently through your hair, soothing the pulsing of your temples.

“Come here,” Stina motioned, pulling you into her so you could rest in her lap. “Is it bad?”

You shook your head.

“It’ll be fine in a moment, it’s just been a long day.”

You weren’t sure how long the two of you sat there, her stroking your hair, you listening to the sound of her heartbeat mixed with the noises of her family celebrating outside. The thoughts in your head trickled through every now and then, but Stina did a good job of beating them back just by being there. She loved you, she loved you, she loved you. You clung to those words.

Eventually you both had to get up and get ready for bed. There was an adjoining bathroom that the two of you had to yourself, thankfully, which made everything much easier. You didn’t have to leave the little bubble you’d created for the two of you.

Then there was the problem of the beds. There was no way in hell you were going to sleep on the other side of the room from your girlfriend as a grown woman. Stina suggested pushing them together, which you did with a bit of struggle. It worked well enough, as long as nobody rolled into the middle. Essentially it was still sleeping in two beds, but it was the best you could do.

“Good night,” you mumbled, trying to get comfortable in the small bed. You reached a hand out for Stina’s, managing to find her fingers so you could lace them together.

“Good night, jag älskar dig.”

“Love you too, Stina.”

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The next morning you awoke to the smell of coffee and the sound of the news playing in the other room. Your headache was gone—a small miracle—and your girlfriend’s back was visible next to you along with a mess of her blonde hair on the pillow. You rolled over to see what time it was, seeing that it was barely eight o’clock.

You quietly got out of bed, hoping to let Stina sleep a little longer. You usually didn’t get more than nine or ten hours maximum, but you knew Stina could sleep from 8pm to 9am easily if nobody was there to interrupt her.

You brushed your teeth and used the bathroom, enjoying a bit of peace with your thoughts before you faced the day. Katie had sent you a message, a photo of her with her nephew on her lap. She looked ridiculously happy, the smile on her face threatening to eclipse the rest of it. “You’ve gone soft, McCabe,” you wrote to her, smiling down at your phone as well.

Stina was still sleeping when you snuck out of the room, having changed into more appropriate clothes to face her family in.

“God morgon,” Stina’s mother greeted you as you walked out into the kitchen.

You wished her the same, settling down in one of the chairs at the island.

“Would you like some coffee? Tea?”

“Coffee, please.”

A mug of black coffee and a carton of milk were placed before you, along with the promise of oatmeal in fifteen minutes or so.

“Is Stina still asleep?”

You nodded.

“She’ll probably be up soon, it’s 8:30 already.”

“Here she is,” Stina spoke, rubbing sleep out of her eyes as she walked into the kitchen.

She kissed her mother on the head and settled into the chair next to you, shooting you a smile as she poured her own coffee. You internally frowned: usually, Stina always gave you a kiss to greet you in the mornings, whether it was at your place or hers. You tried to tell yourself you were overthinking things, but already you could feel the weight in your stomach returning.

“Did you sleep well?” Stina’s mother asked.

You nodded politely, deciding not to comment on the fact that your room had two twin beds. Do you know I’m dating your daughter? As in, we’re romantically involved? As in, we sleep together like grown adults? You imagined yourself saying, but you kept your lips closed.

Slowly the rest of the Blackstenius family trickled in, minus Stina’s brother who was staying with his family at home in Stockholm and would be joining them later in the day. You all gathered around the dining table where a large pot of oatmeal sat, fresh fruit, cinnamon, and sugar adorning the space around it. You sat next to Stina at the end of the table, accepting her offer to serve your breakfast for you.

“This is delicious,” you complimented.

The table was soon full of light chatter in a mixture of Swedish and English. You made light conversation with her sister about her studies, and her decision between going straight to pro or attending school first. You’d done the latter, wanting something to fall back on in case you were injured. But getting your degree while playing had been a difficult task, you warned.

You placed your hand lightly on top of Stina’s where it rested on the table, hoping just to get a bit of reassurance for yourself. But perhaps it was the wrong move, because Stina quickly pulled her hand away, offering her father the bowl of cut apples in front of her for his porridge.

You pulled your hand back into your lap, feeling ashamed and embarrassed. Was Stina so worried about what her parents might think that she couldn’t even touch you for more than a few seconds at a time in front of them. You did your best to continue your conversation with Linnea, ignoring the lump in your throat that was forming. Each time you tried to tell yourself you were overreacting, the voice in your head got less and less convincing.

You didn’t meet Stina’s eyes for the rest of the meal, nor did you try to talk to her. There was a bit of you that was angry and indignant. Why would she treat you like this? You knew you didn’t have the full story, and you wouldn’t until you asked her, but it didn’t feel good on the surface. You just counted the minutes until breakfast would be over and perhaps you could have a second to yourself to calm down. Otherwise you weren’t sure how you would cope.

Your chance came not that long after, as Stina offered to help clean up after breakfast with her mother while you got ready. The eight of you were supposed to go ice skating before it got dark, which meant you should leave by 10:30 for the rink.

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You locked the bathroom door behind you and took a deep breath in through your nose and out of your mouth. You knew you were already on the verge of tears. Your head was getting the better of you, and there was only one person (other than Stina) you wanted to talk to right now.

“Hallo?” Laura’s voice came through the phone.

“Hey, Laura.”

“Was ist los?” She replied, immediately sensing your tone over the phone.

You and Laura had known each other for years, having played for the same club and German national teams since you were barely out of high school. There wasn’t much you could hide from her, especially not when she could hear your voice.

“Ich bin in Schweden, zu Stina’s.” You continued in German, not wanting anyone to be able to listen in on you. Even Stina would have a hard time understanding once you spoke quickly.

“Is everything okay? Did something bad happen?” Laura asked you. “Can we switch to video? So I can see your face.”

You switched on your camera, allowing Laura to see your teary-eyed face. You were sure you looked pathetic, especially over such a small thing.

“What happened? Did Stina do something?”

“No, of course not.” You defended your girlfriend, even though you weren’t completely sure it was true. Had she really not told her parents the two of you were together? Was she hiding it, trying to slowly introduce you as a friend first until they got used to you? You just couldn’t make sense of it.

“Then what’s wrong? And don’t try to say it’s nothing, or it’s little, because if it’s making you cry clearly it’s worth talking about.”

Laura always seemed to know the right thing to say. She was fiercely protective over you, no matter the situation. She reminded you of Katie in that way.

“You know Stina is private… and that we haven’t told many people we’re together on the team.” You heard Laura’s grunt of approval, “Well I got here, and it just seems like she hasn’t told her parents we’re together. I would’ve thought since we’re in her parents home she would be a bit more affectionate, like she is at our apartment or when we’re around Katie or Amanda, but we’ve hardly touched the entire day.” You took a pause. “I know it probably sounds silly—”

“Nope, hush with that. It doesn’t, keep going.”

“Well, you know I’ve been learning Swedish for a few months with Amanda’s help and obviously I’m not great yet, but I’ve been practicing so I could try and understand more while I was here… I’m not positive but I think when they talk about me they call me Stina’s friend. I don’t know if I’m being paranoid, I probably am, but combined with how Stina’s acting…I just don’t know what to think.”

By this point your breathing was uneven, the emotion you’d been trying to clamp down spilling over. Tears leaked out of your eyes and you swiped at them roughly. Your breath came in shallow bursts, unable to fully fill up your lungs. You just didn’t want to fuck this up. And now you were left questioning where you even stood with Stina—you were okay with some privacy, but not with this. Your parents knew about her, she had met most of your friends, even those in Germany over FaceTime since you couldn’t physically be together. Did you occupy the same place in her life that she did in yours?

“I need you to take a deep breath for me.” Laura said, her voice calm. You tried to follow her directions. “You need to ask her, be up front about it. Otherwise you’re going to drive yourself crazy the whole time you’re there, trying to analyze everything. Just ask. And if she hasn’t told them… then figure out why. Maybe there’s more to it than you think.”

You nodded, still trying to breathe. You got in the bathtub, as you often did when this happened as a teenager, and kept Laura on the line.

“Can you just talk about something for a little while? Anything really. I’m sorry to interrupt your break but—”

“Don’t worry about that. Of course I will.”

So you laid there in the tub as Laura went on about the new coaching staff at Frankfurt, about the train problems that had made her three hours late to her parents’ house yesterday, about her photo book that had just come out and how it was doing. Not long after you felt yourself drifting off, heart beating normally and your tears mostly dry. Laura didn’t let you off the line until you had promised that you would keep her updated, and let her know if she needed to come and rescue you and “take you back home with her”.

The universe’s timing seemed to be on your side, because only a few minutes after you had reapplied a bit of foundation around your eyes and washed your face, Stina knocked at the door.

“We’re going to head out in fifteen minutes, could I get in there?”

You opened the door and gave your girlfriend a smile, beckoning her in as you stepped out. You didn’t quite trust your voice yet, so you stayed silent.

“Is everything okay?” Stina asked, cocking her head sweetly.

You knew if you said anything you’d start crying all over again—and you hated yourself for it. So you just nodded, smiling again before slipping back out into the bedroom. There you threw on a nicer outfit and steeled yourself for the next few hours to come. Everything would be fine, no matter what. You had dealt with worse—more heartbreaking things, more disappointing things, you’d had your heart broken before and you had survived. You’d endured pain worse than anything that could happen in the next few hours.

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Hiii so mexican salsa YES this post is a prompt! Feel free to change it to whatever you like, but I'd love a lil' story like this:

Ian and anthony are both very obviously in love and the whole smoffice knows it, but them lmao! I'd love this fic to be just text messages or slack posts or sth, where the cast and crew report of sightings of Ian and anthony doing very ianthony stuff and not realize it themselves. Maybe they come up w a way to show or nudge them in the right direction? But Ian and Anthony will still make it a bro moment (broment) bc they think the other one just wants to be bros LMAO ~ Japhan2024 💖

@japhan2024 FANTASTIC IDEA I have to believe that the Smosh cast legit has a secret group chat for stuff like this hahaha the looks on their faces whenever Ian and Anthony do something shippy is priceless

im going to wrack my brain for my favorite moments lolol I hope you enjoy!

(mid writing note: i first wrote basically all texts but it wasn't quite flowing the way i wanted it to so now there's a little more prose lol. this also taught me i do NOT know enough crew members' names)

read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56346769

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It took Erin less than ten minutes to create The Group Chat following the slapping video caress incident.

Erin: "okay so what the fuck"

Tommy: "i'm beside myself."

Angela: "SO WE'RE FINALLY TALKING ABOUT IT"

It began, and all hell broke loose from there.

Most of the cast and crew didn't know Anthony too well when he first returned, but everyone could tell Ian began to positively glow once he came back. It had started mostly with little under-the-breath comments about how big Ian had smiled at something Anthony did, or shared glances after they looked lost in each other's worlds. It's not that everyone wanted to speculate about their bosses, but rather that their bosses were practically giving them no choice.

The real watershed moment was the birth of The Group Chat, which finally provided an outlet for all ianthony incidents witnessed by the cast and crew.

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Shayne: "Please tell me how Anthony managed to turn his smosh cast interview into an hour of us complimenting Ian."

Tommy: "i swear he practices in his car on the way to work"

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Erin: "not them discussing deepthroating injuries for like three whole minutes..."

Erin: "while Anthony sucks on his rainbow lollipop......"

Chanse: "they are not beating the allegations"

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Josh: "So this is I think the fourth video I've edited where Anthony has called Ian daddy??"

Josh: "WHAT is the thought process. I just can't put it together. is Anthony just like yeah I'm going to call my bro daddy about seventeen separate times with varying levels of seriousness and that's good and het and normal."

Erin: "Josh, istg you don't see the half of it. Come watch them film and pay special attention when the cameras are OFF."

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Erin: "im losing it"

Arasha: "oh god. what happened"

Erin: "i am not fucking kidding right now anthony just called him submissive and breedable."

Keith: "WHAT"

Erin: "he said what he said."

Angela: "BREEDABLE????????????"

Erin: "in front of god and everyone."

Angela: "BREEDABLE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"

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Tommy: "catching up on the main channel sketches and i just have to ask"

Tommy: "How many men can Ian date in his sketches until he realizes he'd like to date one in real life?"

Chanse: "don't SPEAK to me about it"

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Tommy: "bicurious, hmm? Ian would you like to share something with the class???"

Chanse: "hes so deep in the mental closet his art is trying to scream it at him through his subconscious."

Chanse: "ive been there 😞"

Josh: "I've never been more prepared to edit a video in my whole life"

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Angela: "Erinnnn not u directing them to stand closer together 😭😭"

Erin: "look I'm at my wits end. I'm thinking forced proximity might do it"

Keith: "if that could work they would have gotten it during kissing currency 😙💸"

Shayne: "@ courtney is this your thought process behind wanting a kissing video"

Courtney: "HA"

Courtney: "yes."

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Courtney: "okay so if our plan at this point is just to make them read so many fanfics about themselves out loud that they spontaneously realize they're in love, we've got to find some fics that don't contain the word 'cummies'"

Angela: "what are cummies?? 😇"

Shayne: "ANGELA I SWEAR TO GOD"

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As the incidents kept piling up, a plot began to form. Maybe Anthony and Ian were just so oblivious that they all needed to adopt a certain 'push-comes-to-shove' mentality, and do what had to be done. Everyone agreed, they had to find a way to put them in such a charged situation that this would all finally boil over, and the astounding tension that had plagued the office would be resolved. The ultimate achievement of this long-weary Group Chat.

Erin: "okay so one more time. everyone has talked with HR, yes? and everyone slated for the vid is comfortable with the concept of spin the bottle"

Angela: "what's spin the bottle? 😇"

Tommy: "STOP"

Shayne "1) Yes for the thousandth time, we promise. 2) What the FUCK are we going to do if this bottle never lands on Anthony and Ian"

Erin: "I will keep this shoot going as long as necessary."

Shayne: "That sounds like a threat?"

Chanse: "I'm suddenly regretting my decision. May I take my week's vacation right now?"

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Erin: "how..."

Courtney: "did you see the look in their eyes????? :O"

Angela: "FATE WAS ON OUR SIDE. IT LANDED ON THEM THREE WHOLE TIMES"

Erin: "yes but,,,,,"

Tommy: "don't speak to me I'm still reeling"

Keith: "oh please don't tell me it didn't work."

Chanse: "i just have one question. how did they kiss THREE TIMES and still not realize."

Courtney: "they were both practically levitating from giddiness"

Arasha: "they just kept looking away from each other and laughing it off... they didn't see each other's expressions 😭😭"

Angela: "guys. guys"

Erin: "what"

Angela: "do u know what this means"

Angela: "now that we've pushed them over this hurdle... They're going to start bro kissing in their sketches"

Chanse: "oh my god"

Josh: "oh fuck you're right"

Erin: "that's it."

Erin: "im quitting smosh"

Amanda: "Oh hey guys! We have a group chat?"

Shayne:

[angel-of-the-moons]

Pavitr x reader where his wife or gf does end up pregnant? Idk maybe one where they find out they are and how they'd react to it, or one where reader has been pregnant a while and they do some...activities.

Canon Events

Pavitr x Wife!Reader

TW/CW: Anxiety, Miguel's Canon Event™ PTSD, Pregnancy, Pregnancy anxiety, baby talk!

Pavitr is obviously aged up in this fic

A/N: I'm going to work through my asks a bit to help take my mind off the grief and stress, so I simply had to make this fluffy. I might make a second part to it where it gets spicy, once I feel better.

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"Wuh-oh." Lyla said, swiping through the pop-up monitors surrounding her tiny yellow frame.

"What is it, Lyla?" Miguel asked, sipping his coffee. His deep chocolate eyes focused on the AI's persona as she squinted at the data.

"New canon event detected, Migs." She said, typing faster than any human could ever fathom.

"Where." He said, immediately setting his coffee down to furrow his brows at her.

Already he could feel his body tense at the news, after what happened with Miles and his canon event, not to mention Miguel's own...

He couldn't handle another mutiny, not when everything had finally been settled back into place, the web repaired and strengthened.

"Whose universe is it? Which one?"

"It's... Pavitr's." Lyla said, her eyebrows rising considerably behind her heart-shaped glasses.

He sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. Great. What horrible situation did fate have in plan for that particular Spider-Man, now? His Aunty Maya dying? One of his friends? You?

He knew Pavitr understood the importance of canon events, but...

"How bad?"

"Actually it's..." Lyla let out a startled chuckle, tipping her head to grin at Miguel with her crooked teeth. "It's... well, okay, depending on your point of view it could be good or bad, but I think Pavitr might consider this a good one--"

"Lyla..." He sighed, tapping his foot.

"Alright, alright big guy, don't get your panties in a twist." She snorted, "Pulling it up now."

Miguel turned his thick frame to peer at the hologram as an image of you materialized behind him.

It looked like you were in some kind of doctor's office. Judging by the pictures on the wall, some sort of women's health center.

He squinted at the posters, every inch of the room, until his eyes finally focused on you, holding papers in your hand, shaking, the gold band on your ring finger catching the lights above and glinting a little too brightly for his eyes.

Miguel slowly began to circle your image as you read the papers. Your face looked cold and clammy, a bead of sweat trickled down your brow.

Cancer? No, no, Lyla said this was good news, for once.

So, what...

His brows shot up, the creases in his tanned skin deepening as he leaned in to peer over your shoulder at the paperwork.

He rapidly scanned each word. Your flu tests came back negative, no allergens to report, no life-threatening diseases...

But the blood results are what intrigued him.

Estrogen levels were elevated...

As were prolactin and progesterone levels.

Miguel had to step back and let his jaw go slack as he looked at you, holding the papers that, printed at the bottom...

Reported a strong, tiny little heartbeat.

You were pregnant. And judging by the levels of hormones in your system, you were halfway through your first trimester.

He watched as your eyes welled up, fat tears burning hot as they broke over the dam of your lashes, dripping down your cheeks. Your doctor handed you some tissues and rubbed your back, smiling sweetly as she calmed you down.

"I know, I know, honey. It's overwhelming... Just breathe." She coos.

You wipe at your eyes and take a few shaky breaths. "I just... I'm sorry, it's hard to control it all. Ugh, I've been wondering why I've been so moody lately, but my period was late!"

"Mhmm... hormones will do that to a mama." She says patiently. "What will you tell your husband?"

"I think--"

Miguel raised his hand to Lyla to stop the hologram. This was something deeply personal, and it didn't sit right in his gut about this, that he found out before Pavitr...

He pulled up his gizmo and pulled up Pavitr's frequency, his fingers moving a little too fast so he had to backtrack a couple of times.

Finally, the voice to the chipper, younger hero came through.

"Hi, boss! Uh... What's up?" He said awkwardly.

"Go home, Pavitr, I'm assigning someone else to your workload." He said, his tone a bit softer than usual.

"I--whuh--huh?" He could hear the bewilderment in the man's voice as he stammered for a reply.

"Just go home, Pavitr. That's an order."

"I... Eh. Uh. O-okay?"

Miguel sighed as he terminated the connection.

He hoped Pavitr was ready for this.

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"Heee-llo my beautiful wife!" Pavitr called out, dropping his duffel by the door, a bit of a pep in his step as he walked through your apartment to look for you.

Pavitr called your name once or twice, and his brows creased with worry when you didn't respond. Were you out? No... No. Your shoes were by the front door.

He spotted you, sitting at the island in your kitchen, a cup of hot chai in your delicate hands.

You giggled softly as he kissed your shoulder and cheek on excessive pecks and loud "mwah's" before dropping his chin onto your shoulder.

He looked at your social media feed (actually it was some kind of forum that you quickly closed) and chirped, "Whatcha looking at?"

"Oh, just... stuff." You say evasively, squirming in your seat.

"Oh? What kinda stuff?"

"Oh, I..." You say, splaying your hands over an envelope. The logo on the sticker was from your usual doctor's office, and his brows pinched in concern.

"Sweetheart, what's up? You said you had a doctor's appointment today. Is everything okay?"

"W-Well, I... I mean..." You swallow thickly. "It's... I-I mean..."

"Are you okay???" He spun your stool around to hold your shoulders, his big dark eyes wide with concern for you as he scanned your face for any signs of... anything.

"I..." You cast a glance back at the envelope. The words felt like cotton in a dry mouth, choking and unable to utter.

Why were you so nervous about this? You talked about this together, brainstormed the "what-ifs" a million times during late nights, limbs tangled as sweat cooled on your bodies beneath the sheets.

You knew Pavitr would never be... angry about this. With you.

So why was there a nasty pit in the deepest part of your stomach right now?

Pavitr looked at the envelope, and slowly reached out for it, waiting for you to tell him to stop or if you were uncomfortable.

You wrung your fingers together and chewed the inside of your cheek anxiously as you watched him read your papers, mumbling about how everything looked okay.

But...

Then his eyes got to the last page. Your pregnancy test results.

He lifted the paper--almost comically--close to his face.

For agonizing milliseconds that felt like ages, the papers hid his face from view. All you could see was how he trembled, his fists clenching around the paper.

Finally, he lowered them, and those big, beautiful, dark eyes were glistening with tears and his lip was wobbling.

"I'm l--I'm--I'm gonna be a dad?" He blubbered near-incoherently.

"Y.... yes." You peep.

The papers were immediately forgotten as he buried his face into your chest and full-on started to ugly cry, babbling about how much he loved you and how happy he was.

Why on Earth were you ever afraid of how he'd react to the news?

You sniffled and hiccuped, his high emotional rollercoaster hitting you, too.

Immediately, he lifted his snot-covered, tear-stained face to look up at you, and his hands went to your cheeks, wiping your tears away.

"Hey, hey, hey! I love you! I love you so so so so so so so--"

"Pav..." You sniffed.

"Right, right." He muttered lifting his head to look down the hall. The room you two had turned into a room for your sewing projects was across the hall from your room. A little small, compared to yours, but...

"So if we can move stuff around, your machine can come out here, then we can put the crib in there..."

You blink dumbly at him.

"W... wait so you... You're serious? About.... about this?"

Pavitr turns to you with a grin, grabbing a paper napkin from the counter and completely cleaning his face, taking a fresh one and dabbing your tears away.

He kissed the tip of your nose, then your forehead, your cheeks, and finally, your lips.

Pavitr's hands moved low, pressing over your belly ever so gently. His eyes flicked up to yours once again.

"You and this... our little baby, are the most important things in my life." He swears. "I'm never going to back out on either of you."

He kisses you on the lips one more time, pulling away enough to touch your cheek, a grin on his charming, handsome face.

"So! Wanna look at baby stuff online? We can order takeout and chill!"

You didn't know why you were ever worried in the first place.

[broke-art]

Mei x Male Dragon reader

You folded your wings down against your back and tugged your jacket over them as Mei's motorcycle came to a halt next to you.

"Y/n! I saw you flying and I thought I'd be the first to say hi!" She cheered flicking up her kick stand with her ankle, and running towards you.

You had to catch her as she jumped towards you with a wide smile.

"I can't believe you're finally back! I've been waiting for months." She huffed.

You chuckled and placed her down carefully taking note of the sword on her hip.

"Yeah I've been training to take over the pack." You sighed then gestured to the sword. "So your family let you have a whack at it?"

Mei grinned and unsheathed the sword.

"Not exactly. Someone broke in to take it and I was able to use it."

You grinned in return and ruffled her hair.

"Always knew you would one day, spitfire." You and Mei had been betrothed since birth, and despite her having no indicators, she was definitely a dragon born.

You had been cursed with wings. The first of your family to be so, and you prayed the last. Your teeth were abnormally large as well with extremely predominant fangs.

The boy Mei regularly hung out with always flinched away when your grinned. Which pricked your conscience more than you would have preferred.

"So why are you home?" Mei inquired re-sheathing the sword.

"Well," you rubbed your neck. "Technically, I'm supposed to be winning over my intended's favor." You winced as your father's words slipped from your lips.

Mei's cheeks immediately burned red and you couldn't help but chuckle.

"That's how dad puts it atleast. I have no better way to get the point across."

Mei nodded.

"Well you better be impressive then." She punched your arm lightly. "Not for me, but you know how dad gets."

You cringed slightly. Mei's father was fair. More or less anyway, but he had high expectations. Just as everyone seemed to.

But regardless what your parents thought, you did have a plan to get Mei's attention. Normally, when courting a dragon a couple would combine their hordes.

Your horde was much different than normal dragons. You had never shown anyone including Mei. But today that was going to change. You only hoped she would enjoy it.

"Speaking of-" you began rubbing the back of your neck. "I was going to give you something."

Mei quirked a brow.

"Oh the horde thing. Y/n, you don't have to do that."

You gave a nod.

"I know, but I want to."

Mei smiled.

"Who knew you were such a romantic?"

You scoffed lightly.

"Just get over here."

Mei tilted her head at you.

"Why?"

"Only way to get to it is to fly." You explained shrugging off your jacket.

Mei flushed again and sighed.

"Fine."

You lifted her bridal style and jumped up before flying towards your horde.

Your treasures were hidden in a large cave hidden by a cove. You landed inside the cove and walked through as the sunset spilled into the cave.

Mei looked around in confusion until she noticed the glass jars and sculptures and paintings that filled the cave.

"Oh- y/n." She gasped in awe staring around the room. "Did you make these?!" She stared at you over her shoulder.

You gave a shrug and slight nod.

"You like them?"

"Are you kidding me?! These are awesome! How come you never took me here before?!" She demanded rushing around the room and staring at all your works.

"Guess I figured they were only treasures to me." You shrugged. "But I want you to have one."

Mei stared at you slack jawed.

"You're serious?!"

You nodded.

"Pick anything you want. You can keep it."

Mei looked through your many treasures carefully until she paused staring at one ceramic piece you had painted.

Your cheeks flared red when you recalled the piece. You had forgotten you had made that one.

"Is this me?" She asked, lifting a figurine of her on her bike.

"Well um....I-I wanted to challenge myself." You excused as she walked over with a smirk.

"Well thank you." She smiled at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "I accept your offer."

[dearorphic]

[...] Words hit like blows, and he's unprepared for the brunt of it; mouth slacks with his eyes widening in the wrath of cold fury he never expected. For a moment, he could only stand there, his breath catching as she pressed against his chest, her touch both agonizing and familiar, the only warmth of her, fleeting. His mouth opened, but no words came, nothing he could say to counter the indictment she leveled against him.

The truth in her accusation stung more than he could bear. The stoic facade he usually wore began to crack under judgement rendered by wife's own voice; always unwavering, and true to her nature that cut him down to something honest. A coldness settled over his spine, the implications of her words sinking in. When she turned to face him, he met her gaze with all the grace he could muster, his jaw tightening; the only indication that it was an act upkept by his pride alone.

" You... " He started, his voice rough and halting. His mind raced, and only a flicker of pain betrayed what he couldn't voice. " You think it’s so easy, do you? " he bit out, a bitterness lacing his words. A bear made of stubborn digresses, with the maw of him all teeth; the build-up spilling over into something he couldn't bite back. " To cast aside everything we’ve built, everything I’ve built, as if it were nothing more than a… a stain on your honor ? "

He paused, swallowing hard, his chest rising and falling with the effort to steady his breath. " I never asked for your pity or your compassion, Adrienne. Nor do I ask for it now. " The distance between them felt like a chasm he could never cross again, and yet he felt himself stepping toward her, drawn by an impulse to close the space; torn into two, the yearning ache to have and to hold.

His eyes were dark, glinting with the anger she had stirred but also with something rawer, almost pleading. " But to say I am nothing without you… " he hesitated, struggling with the words. " You know me better than that. Or not at all... " He's been here before, but to hear it uttered from his own wife; it ruined him. " You know what I've done—we’ve done—to make this union, this home, what it is. I won't apologize for the man I am, for the choices I've made, and I won’t cower from you. "

His voice dropped to a murmur, still heated but now tinged with a hint of sorrow. " But I would have you know this, Adrienne, I never meant to be your burden. Nor did I mean to drive you to this. " He drew a sharp breath, his eyes flickering to hers in a final, desperate attempt to find something, anything that remained of the bond they once shared.

" But if this is what you desire, " he forced the words out, tasting the bitterness on his tongue, " then so be it. I will leave. " He straightened, his voice firming with a defiant edge. He turned from her, the weight of her words settling on his shoulders as he took a step back. " I won’t beg you, " he said quietly, more to himself than to her.

His approach stirs something sorrowful in her, warm touch and breath against her causing strands on neck and arms to rise. She dares to inch closer, though demeanor remains steel-clad and resolute, certain of what must be done. "You've grown used to receiving honors you're unworthy of, haven't you, husband?" Her voice unusually soft, tinged with melancholy. "My understanding. My commitment. My devotion." She leans subtly into his chest, back resting lightly against him as grief seeps in through the spaces where anger once ruled. "Even through the sting of the humiliation you've caused me – I've graced you, time and time again, in the name of all the vows we've sworn to one another... But since you are incapable of offering me even a shred of respect," she turns to meet his lost orbs with her own – as weary as her words rang certain. "I am forced to remind you that you are nothing without me." There was no satisfaction, no hint of triumph. So many times Adrienne had been accused of coldness in her judgment, but could they ever possibly grasp the weight of it–how suppressing the urge for compassion tore at her, made her a hollow creature in the shadows, not even the righteousness she was molded to uphold offering comfort. More than ever, now, the tearing made blood gush beneath the armor. "Listen closely, Antony – You are no longer welcome at my side. Not in the Vale. Not in my bed." A curt breath evaded her as her grave decision condensed into reality. "Try to cross the Bloody Gate, and it shall remain barred. If by some miracle you find a way past it, the Gates of the Moon will slam shut at your face. Every landholder in the Vale – farmers, innkeepers, landed knights, and the proud Lieges before whom you were eager to strut and preen – they shall all know you are not to be granted a morsel of hospitality, by their Lady’s command." As the sentence is passed, a streak of her pride is at last reignited, however faint. A fair consolation prize for the hollow, if nothing else. "I hate that you force me to do this," she snarls, averting his eyes where feelings dared to seep out. "But bearing this stain of dishonor has scarred me far deeper than I ever should have allowed. I am spent."

[mlmmetalhead]

Kinesthetic learner

Request:

Eddie Munson x Male reader

CW: smut, heavy dom/sub dynamic, dirty talk, degradation, overstim, possessive kink, no prep no protect, a lot of dialogue for some reason.

An: I was listening to Rob zombie while writing this, man's music does wonders to me, but I also feel like the actual smut is a little short, this was a little rushed and I don't really like it

taglist: @deddiemunson

WOMEN DNI

"Oh come on, you can't be that much of a bore!"

Y/N exhaled, lowering the book to his knees, death staring the guy sitting next to him, Eddie's hands tangled in his hair, legs crossed in front of his torso, as he looked at his "tutor" with a slight disappointment.

"In fact, no, I am not. If you didn't notice, I'm not a big fan of all this either. I wouldn't be here, only if I had the option."

"Really?", Munson smirked, shifting in the chair, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, "That's a shame... I'd hope you would at least get some kind of sympathy for me, all this time..."

He sighed, pretending to pout and look down, his eyes switching to Y/N from time to time. The other, however, left unresponsive to Eddie's playful attempts, maintaining his death gaze, left eye twitching. Rightfully so, not everyone could be cheerful and playful after four hours of tutoring Eddie Munson. Well, tutoring is a stretch. More like trying to tutor, while he is acting like a three year old who's being forced to eat his veggies. It was seriously pissing L/N off.

***

"Hi Eddie. I expect you over at my house today, at 6. I believe you have a project in science for-"

"Ooh...", Munson turned around, facing the guy talking to him, while slowly leaning against the lockers, crossing his arms, "Yeah, sorry, no can do. Not today, at least. You see, a new campaign is going to start, right on Monday, and I really, really, need to finish it, you gotta cut me some slack here, man. I'm struggling!"

"Sorry, but I can't just tell the teacher that I cancelled our meeting, I remind you, once again, just because you need to go do nothing all evening."

He furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head to look at L/N with the most confused and offended expression possible.

"Yeah, sorry, I- Hah, I think you didn't quite catch me. I'm not going to be doing nothing, alright? It's extremely important to write down every single detail of the campaign, even if I'm a good improviser, that won't save me when-"

"When the teacher is going to ask you, once again, to be the first one presenting your project. But it's alright, I guess you could just present them your D&D campaign, right?"

Eddie bit his lip, lowering himself against the lockers, eyes darting somewhere down, while scratching his cheek. Then, as if a lightbulb went off in his brain, he switched his gaze back to Y/N, a smile growing on his lips.

"Do you think that could work?"

***

Munson went up to his trailer, whistling some songs to himself, keys swinging on a finger.

"Look who finally decided to show up!"

Eddie almost jumped at the unexpected voice coming from behind. There stood no other than Y/N, his lips pursed, brows furrowed, and the familiar death gaze almost burned a hole in Munson's forehead. The other guy, however, smiled, hooking his hands behind his back, hips swaying in a playful manner.

"Heey there, L/N! What are you doing here? Wait! Don't answer!", he put a hand in front of him, hips freezing for some time, before the stretched out hand went back up to his chin, stroking it, as if mimicking thinking. Immediately after which, he retrained the hand back behind his back, jumping on his two, "Yes! I will go out with you! I was starting to think you wouldn't ask, man, I was kind of scared that-"

"I'm not here to ask you out, stop playing one of your games, I've been waiting here for almost an hour, and the only thing that was keeping me here was the thought, that I would get to tell you how much of a pain in the ass you are."

With the playful expression dying off Eddie's face, his hands wandering back to his sides, blinking a couple of times, he pursed his lips, eyes darting away from the other guy.

"Sorry, what'd I do?"

"You can't be fucking serious, can you?"

L/N watch in disbelief, as Munson shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, looking back at his tutor, waiting for a verdict of his guilt.

"Eddie, this was the last chance on this week's meeting. We had one planned on Tuesday, but you couldn't show up, so we moved it to Wednesday. But when I went to your house on Wednesday, we studied for exactly fifteen minutes before you had to go somewhere. So we moved a meeting on today. At seven. And you didn't fucking show up, and apparently, you don't even know we had a meeting?"

"Oh..." Munson scratched his back, loudly inhaling and biting his lower lip, his other hand sticking to his side, as if glued on, "Yeah, sorry, I... I didn't really... Remember, y'know? I had band practice and..."

***

"Heyy! Earth to Y/N? Where are you?"

Eddie snapped his fingers in front of Y/N's face, as the other one blinked, coming back to the present.

"Oh hey, handsome. There you are, what were you thinking about, hm? Was it about me?"

L/N’s gaze met Eddie’s, as he processed the smug smile on the guy’s face. And in this exact moment, the face made him unbelievably mad.

“Well? Are you going to tell me what were you think-”

“Shut up.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You heard me,” Y/N stood up from his chair, towering over Munson, “I’m tired of your childish antics, and the way you treat this whole thing. You always have something better to do, making me run around searching for you like a lovesick teenage girl, as if I don’t have anything better to do. Do you know how many plans I had to move and cancel because of you, huh?”

Eddie gulped down, trying to move away from Y/N, lowering off from his chair, holding up his hands in defense. “Hey, um- I’m sorry, dude, I promise we can figure this-”

“Oh yeah, you should be sorry, Munson. I neglected sleep and important health routines to come to your house, only to receive nothing but a bunch of disrespect towards me and my time. I don’t know what kind of a romantic scenario from a teen’s book you think this is, but I don’t like all of this, I don’t find your pathetic attempts at flirting cute, or entertaining anymore. You want to know what I think? I think you’re nothing but a noisy, annoying, disobedient brat.”

Eddie exhaled loudly, the look in his eyes shifting from pure fear to something more, as his thighs rubbed together, tongue wandering over his lips, “I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you?” his voice fell quieter, hands wondering closer to Y/n, but still not touching him.

L/N furrowed his brows, back straightening up, trying to read the expression on the others face. But boring into his big, brown, pleading eyes just irritated him more. Y/N grabbed Munson’s chin, holding his face to look himself directly in the eyes.

“You’ll have to do a lot, that’s for sure, you little fucker. What possibly do you have to offer that would make up for all the time I wasted on you?”

Instead of answering, Eddie slightly opened his mouth, his wet tongue pushing past his lips, as it touched and massaged Y/N’s thumb, being so conveniently pressed almost against his lips, all while not breaking intense eye contact even for a second. L/N furrowed his brows, quickly pulling his arm away, looking at Munson, sitting in front of him in somewhat of disbelief and confusion. He began wiping his hand on his shirt, until an idea popped into his head.

It was clear what the Dungeon Master was hinting at, not that it wasn't unexpected: he always was pretty flirty with the other, clearly expressing his interest. And even if Y/N was unbelievably annoyed by almost every single one of his actions and words, he couldn't deny that Eddie was quite attractive.

Slowing down the hand motion, Y/N came back closer, once again towering over Munson, a predatory look in his face, which made the other one's breath faster. Without any words, L/N's hand wandered into Eddie's hair, and pulled his head up to meet his own face, their lips smashing together.

Eddie moaned from suddenness of the contact, desperately griping Y/N by the shoulders and moaning into the kiss. Their teeth clashed together, saliva dropping down both of their chins. Munson moaned once again, grinding his crotch into L/N's leg, to which, much to Eddie's disappointment, Y/N pulled away, licking his lips and admiring his work while still holding other guy's hair in his iron grip.

"Get on your knees. And don't waste my time."

Munson quickly nodded, still not completely processing what was going on, as he got on his knees, looking up at his partner, as he removed his belt and undid his pants, slowly massaging his shaft through boxers. It wasn't long, before Y/N's dick was out and almost touching Eddie's nose. Licking his lips and quickly switching his eyes to the others face to get permission, Munson carefully opened his lips and the head of L/N's cock disappeared in his warm mouth.

"Oh yeah, that's it," Y/N hissed, once again tangling his hand in Eddie's hair, pushing himself down his throat, moaning, "Your mouth is so warm... Doesn't look like you struggle that much, you do this a lot?"

Munson tried shaking his head or making a noise of disapproval, but he could only whimper and choke on the massive cock occupying his mouth. L/N chuckled at the others attempts at communicating.

"You know that's not true. Eddie The Freak Munson, is also a pathetic little cocksucker. I wonder why didn't you just use your pretty little mouth to pass your classes, huh? I wouldn't be here right now, if you were just smart enough to... Oh fuck... To use the skills you have."

Eddie moaned around the shaft, as he tried to take even more in his throat, his pretty eyes watering, as he looked up to look Y/N in the face, pulling at his hips.

"Eager, baby? Don't worry, you'll get more in a second."

Y/N smiled darkly, as he pulled out of Munson's throat, leaving saliva dropping from his gaping mouth, catching air.

"Thank you... S-so much, I... I wanted this for so long..."

"Oh, don't worry, you made that really obvious. Now don't waste more of my time, and get on the bed. Get those clothes out of my way."

Eddie happily obliged, getting undressed just in seconds, climbing on the soft sheets, laying down, hair spread out, thighs rubbing against one another, trying somehow to make the growing erection better. As Y/N climbed in after him, his shirt discarded somewhere in the room, Munson bit his lip, eyes exploring the exposed body of another guy. L/N spread Eddie's legs apart himself, titling the other body, that way his cock pressed right against Munson's tight asshole.

"Wait- You're not... You're not going to... Y'know, prep?"

Y/N looked at Eddie, once again, with the familiar death gaze, loudly exhaling.

"You don't deserve to be. I'm not wasting my time on you, once again."

And with that, wasting no time, he pushed in, Eddie's loud moans bouncing off the room's walls. Y/N groaned, still waiting for some time, before pushing even forward, drowning another prolonged moan from his partner. Munson moaned, tears dripping down his cheeks, his eyes squinting, as the tearing pain went up his whole body from the sudden penetration. And even though it felt like thunderbolt of pain went up his whole inside, along with it, a wave of a different feeling came rushing straight to his brain, making him almost short-circuit. Mind clouding pleasure filled his thoughts, as everything Eddie could feel was L/N's big cock exploring his insides.

"Just like that. You fucking whore. What are you smiling for? You like that don't you? You like it when I fuck your brains out? Huh? Answer me."

Munson whimpered, hardly capable of any coherent words, as every single thought of his was fucked out by the next thrust of Y/N's hips,"Y-yeah... I like it...", Was all he could muster up, before his eyes rolled back, high-pitched moans escaping his throat.

L/N sped up, biting his own lips, with a loud spanking noise landing a hand on Eddie's ass, earning a pained whimper from him, "That's fucking right. Take it, you mouthy slut. That's what you get for being such a brat," with another spank.

With a loud moan and a shiver down his whole body, Eddie came, spilling on his stomach, eyes closing.

"You loved it a little too much, I see." Y/N smiled, wiping the cum off Munson's stomach, before pushing cum covered fingers up to his lips, "Clean up the mess you made, bitch."

As an obedient little slut he is, Eddie opened his mouth, gladly taking the fingers in his mouth and letting his tongue explore, sucking and licking them clean.

"That's a good whore."

Munson moaned at that, his hand rolling onto his eyes, as his whole body shook from the thrusts. Lips trembling with overstimulation, his spent cock getting red and hardening a little.

"I'm so sorry... I'm sorry for being so bad... I-I love your dick. I love your dick so- so much, Y/N."

Y/N smiled, rewarding Eddie with a particularly deep thrust, before resuming his merciless pace, while gripping at the others thighs.

"Oh yeah? Tell me more, baby boy."

Eddie gulped, trying harder to form a sentence, "It was a while since... Since someone pounded me like this, ah! Ha... Please, use my fucking hole... I wanted that big cock of yours for awhile. If- if you want... You could be the only one who's allowed to use it."

Munson moaned, once again rolling his eyes back, as he felt another climax nearing. He lifted up his legs in the air, hooking them up behind Y/N's back to pull him even closer. L/N groaned, biting down into Eddie's neck, exploring it with his tongue and teeth.

"Mark me! I'm all yours, Y/N! All yours! I'm sorry for being such a bad boy, I'm going to behave!", Tears trickled down to Eddie's open mouth, mixing with his saliva.

"That's what I needed to hear, baby," L/N groaned in Munson's ear, as his thrusts became more sloppy, his hand gripping Eddie's ass.

"Please, give me your load! Please, please, please, Y/N! You can use me like that whenever you want! Whenever you're not satisfied with my behaviour! I'm yours, your little fucktoy!"

Eddie screamed at the top of his lungs, as he came again, feeling that Y/N did soon after, too, his seed spilling inside Munson, as he moaned, throwing his head up.

Eddie quietly whimpered, as his partner layed beside him, both sweaty and breathing heavily.

"I will not be... Late at any of our meetings... Ever again."

[scarletttries]

The Punishment I Deserve (Adrian Chase Request)

Pairing: Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Rating: Explicit (Rough sex described, including light choking)

Word Count: 2k

Request: Jealous possessive adrian and something where adrian is in a bad mood because of a patrol or mission didnt go well or something like that and he has rough sex with the reader as like stress relief (he's just so hot, i've been thinking about this concept for like days)

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for gracing me this concept, I am also often thinking about Adrian Chase for days on end so I can relate. I hope you enjoy 😊 also I fully acknowledge that most of my GIFs for Adrian stories are from the prison scene, but it is my favourite Adrian so I will not apologize 💕

The Punishment I Deserve

You were still up when you heard the unusually aggressive stomp of Adrian's vigilante boots outside the door of your apartment. You could never sleep when he was out patrolling on his own anyway, the constant need to be ready gnawing at you, in case he came back hurt or hungry or anything else that you could help with. You quickly flicked off the tv as you heard him cursing at his keys as he fumbled around unlocking the door. As he stormed into the room you offered him a sweet smile, as you did every night, feeling your face fall slack as he slammed the door behind him with more venom that you were used to seeing him move with. He ripped off his helmet, tossing it into the corner of the room with a frustrated grunt, finally looking at you for the first time as you spoke timidly,

"Hey Adrian, everything okay?" He spun around to face you, chest heaving with frustration as he spat back.

"No, everything's not fucking okay. I was this close to catching up with these thugs breaking into a corner shop," holding his shaking fingers barely a centimeter apart as he spoke, "before their fucking getaway driver came out of nowhere and I lost them all! I didn't stop a single criminal tonight! Nobody got punished!" He ranted, face flushed, brow furrowed as he put his glasses back on, tugging off the rest of his body arm with far more force than was necessary. You sat quietly for a moment; you'd never seen him like this, usually he had more than enough skill to apprehend anyone he tried to, coming back from patrol joyful and giggling about how he missed you. You knew how much stopping crimes meant to him, trying to imagine how frustrated he must be feeling to have failed at the thing he feels like he was put on earth to do. You figured there was usually one pretty fool-proof way to cheer Adrian up after a tough day, and you hoped it would work for a mood as bad as this one, watching him muttering angrily under his breath as he ran his fingers through his curls. You stood up slowly from the sofa, picking up your laptop and opening it with your back to Adrian. You spoke softly, a teasing undertone coming through as you tried to fight back a smile.

"I'm sorry you haven't been able to stop a crime yet today Adrian, maybe you'd feel better if we curled up a movie. I'm going to download one...illegally." Pausing on the world to shoot him a challenging look, before turning your attention back to the screen, "I mean unless there's a big, strong vigilante who can somehow stop me from breaking the law, and give me the punishment I deserve." You lent forward to set the laptop down on your coffee table, wiggling your hips as you bent over to make sure even Adrian couldn't miss the hint. You didn't need to worry about that though, the red hot feelings that had been bubbling up in Adrian all night finally had an outlet as he watched one of his sweatshirts rise up the back of your thighs as you bent over. He closed the gap between you in a single stride, one arm looping around your waist to hold you in place while his other palm landed sharply on your barely covered bum. You couldn't help but let out a little squeak as he spanked you, feeling his crotch pressing hard into your lower back. He let out a dark chuckle at the noise, his hand massaging the slapped cheek roughly,

"I'm going to make you regret letting me catch you so easily." His voice was practically a growl as he spoke, tightening his grip around your waist to let you know there was no escape now.

"Make me, hero." You spat back, earning a groan from Adrian as you pushed your hips back against his, earning another swift smack to your peachy cheeks. He grabbed your bum again, hard, as you tried to lean up to face him,

"You don't get to look at me yet, criminal." He laughed darkly, his fingertips running along the sides of the sweatshirt you had borrowed from him. "I can already see you're a dirty thief from what you're wearing. I'm going to have to confiscate this as evidence." With that the shirt was ripped off over your head, leaving you in just your panties, shaking with anticipation at Adrian's aggressive touch. He turned you around to face him, drinking in the full view of your bare chest, his face still twisted with an almost unrecognisable anger. His hooded eyes trailed over you, pupils blown with dark desire as you stared up at him, finally failing to come up with a biting remark to push him further. After what felt like minutes of him just staring, panting uneven breaths, he leant down, pushing you easily over his shoulder and lifting off your feet. You struggled against his grip, but his strong arms easily held you in place as he took you both into the bedroom. He dropped you unceremoniously on the bed, watching you land with a bounce as he pulled off his shirt before he was on top of you. His knees settled between yours, forcing your legs apart as his hands held both your wrists helplessly above your head. He rubbed his centre over yours rhythmically, groaning at the sensation before chuckling to himself at your feeble attempts to struggle against his firm hold on you. His eyes stared deeply into yours as he watched you squirm, moving his hips teasingly slowly,

"Are you ready to admit to your criminal ways?" All you could think about was the thin layer of fabric separating his dripping manhood from your aching hole, desperate to rile him up further. You spat in his face defiantly, before replying, "You'll have to force a confession out of me Vigilante." He ran his finger over the drop of spit sliding down his cheek, gathering it up before running his damp finger in a smooth line down your front, maintaining control of both your wrists with one ample hand.

"And here I was thinking I would just force things into you." He teased before his two wet fingers plunged deep between your folds, his whole body weight holding your hips in place so you couldn't move. You cried out loudly as they worked into you with unrelenting pace, feeling your wet walls stretch around him. His thumb worked to brush over your clit with every forceful thrust, groaning at the way your hips tried desperately to buck up to meet him. His lips latched to your neck as he worked, sucking and nipping until your helpless frame had a trail of dark purple circles leading down your chest.

"Now everyone will be able to see what a bad girl you are." His low breath warm against your neck as you felt the heat inside of you building at his rough touch. His tongue worked down your chest, landing at one nipple and lapping at it hard, sending bright sparks down your spine.

"Adrian." You moaned out subconsciously, overwhelmed by the dominant way he was handling you, feeling your orgasm fast approaching. He smirked at your call of his name, pulling his fingers away from you in an instant, leaving you whimpering for his touch.

"So now you want to talk?" He chuckled darkly, watching your eyes twist shut as your hips rocked desperately against his, craving the friction.

"Please Adrian, I'll do anything." You pleaded, feeling yourself clenching around nothing in your uncomfortably wet underwear, hands still completely immobilised by his grip.

"Tell me you're a bad girl." He commanded, ripping off your soaked panties and moving his hips out of your reach.

"I'm a bad girl." You echoed back, watching the spark in his eyes at the feeling of power he has over you, his own arousal aching between his legs.

"Not for long." He breathed, freeing your hands to flip you onto your stomach. His own pants were discarded as you lifted yourself up with your arms, only to get dragged backwards onto your knees by Adrian's strong grip. He knelt behind you, running his cock over your slick folds teasingly, watching your thighs tremble with anticipation.

"Now say you'll be my good girl." He said menacingly, a firm hand on your chest bringing you upright so your back pressed against his chest, still hovering just outside your entrance.

"I'm your good girl Adrian." You moaned out quietly as he thumb ran over your nipple before making its way to your throat, squeezing lightly. His other hand gripped your hip so hard you knew it'd be bruised for days, stopping you from lowering yourself on his throbbing erection.

"Again." he commanded, waiting for you to open your mouth before thrusting hard into you. A loud moan left your lips and Adrian stopped, tightening his grip around your throat slightly and taunting,

"You have to say it. Only good girls get what they want." You mustered all your concentration to speak, desperate to feel his heavy thrusts inside you, your own excitement already so close.

"I'm your good girl Adrian." You let out in an almost sob, feeling so good as he entered you again, his firm hold on you completely controlling your body. You repeated it again and again, struggling to make coherent sounds as he thrust into you mercilessly, feeling you quickly twitch around him as your pleasure reached its climax. His pace didn't relent as you trembled, pounding hard into you, the careful hand on your throat just loose enough to let your confession fall from your lips again and again. As you came down from your high his fingers trailed from your hip to settle between your legs, rough pad brushing over your sensitive bud with the same harsh pace of his hips.

"Adrian?" You moaned out, already overstimulated from his teasing domination, not sure your legs would support you through another orgasm.

"You're my good girl, so you'll give me another, won't you." He growled into your neck, fingers playing perfectly at your entrance, leaving you completely unable to think, let alone speak as he worked. You just swallowed and nodded, trying to breathe through the overwhelming feeling of pleasure you were experiencing. His powerful thrusts were the only thing keeping you upright as his hips bucked wildly, frustrations of the night fading away as felt you start to clench around him for the second time, mouth slack with the mewling noises pouring out of you. As your slick started to drip around him he lost his rhythm, hips stuttering as he claimed you for his own, filling you with his hot seed. His fingers only let up their onslaught when you had both finally come down from your highs, gently releasing your neck and allowing you to collapse forward on the bed.

His arm quickly wrapped around you, pulling you close so he could place a sweet kiss on your neck, any sign of anger melted away from his heavenly features. He beamed at you like the happiest man alive as you caught your breath, gently sweeping your hair out of your face as he spoke,

"I feel a lot better, thank you. You really are the best girlfriend ever." You returned his kiss,

"Anytime my love." Already planning your next minor crime.

[ncllywrites]

The Love of God

A/N: they are 18!!! i need to mention that none of the characters i write for are underage cause that's gross :)

i've been in catholic school my entire life (jk-gr.12) so all of this information has been ingrained in my brain lmaooo anyways, this is based on a dream i had so i hope you like it and if not, then blame my unconscious mind :)

warnings: smut, sacrilegious acts, religious commentary/imagery, we beat jules' ass :), elliot is kinda mean and rough

wc: 2320

I was glad to finally get to leave Our Lady of Immaculate Conception, even if it was only for a few weeks. I get that it's a reform school and the students here have done some pretty fucked up shit but the way that the staff treat us like we’re prisoners is a bit extreme.

The only downside to leaving was that I had no way of contacting Elliot. Elliot and I never officially called each other boyfriend and girlfriend, but to everyone who saw us together, it was obvious that we were exclusively interested in one another. We had gone from spending every waking hour together to not even being able to see a glimpse of each other and that killed me. I didn’t even get the chance to say goodbye to Elliot. One day I’m bored out of my mind in algebra and the next thing you know, I’m cramped in the back of my mother’s car on our way to visit my sick great aunt. At Immaculate Conception we’re not allowed to have any contact with people outside of the school. The only time we talk to someone other than the staff or other students is when our family would write us letters or call the front office - or in my case, my mom showing up in a panic, demanding that I be released to her.

My family gave me awkward greetings and stiff side hugs before I tucked myself into the gloomy hospital room corner, trying to ignore their curious eyes on me. I was the black sheep of the family; the one my aunts and uncles told their kids to stay away from, but little did they know, their kids were doing worse things than I had, they were just sneakier than I was. Although I wasn’t completely welcomed back into the family, it was nice to be out in the world. I had grown tired of seeing the same 100 faces everyday but I wanted nothing more than to be back in Elliot’s arms, talking about what we would do when we finally left the academy.

———

By the time I was brought back to the school, it was well past curfew, meaning that I would have to wait until morning liturgy to see Elliot, and even then we’d be three pews apart to maintain the “sanctity and purity” of the girls as Father John worded it. All throughout Father’s homily, I fidgeted on the hard wooden bench, kicking my feet against the kneeler to pass the time. After mass, I tried to catch Elliot’s eye but he looked like he was in his own little world, lips barely forming a smirk as the rest of the boys laughed about something around him. Deciding that I’d just ask him what was wrong later, I made my way to the main building. I was walking down the hall to get to my next class when I felt someone’s shoulder harshly bump me into the wall. When I turned around to curse the person out, I saw it was Elliot - and he had his arm wrapped around Jules’ shoulder. My jaw fell slack at the sight; I was too stunned to move. What the fuck? I thought.

Following close behind the two, I called out Elliot’s name, barely getting a glance over his shoulder while Jules sent me a mocking pout. Before I could step closer to the pair, the bell rang and students flooded the halls rushing to their next class causing me to lose Elliot’s bleached curls in the crowd. Rolling my eyes with a huff, I turn on my heel and head to French class.

With my luck, I had no classes with Elliot and almost every class with Jules. She made sure to make my life hell, glancing at me and snickering with her friends when she thought I wasn’t looking, making sure she was just close enough for me to hear her gossip about how she and Elliot were made for each other and how amazing the sex is. As soon as the bell rang at the end of the day, I was out the door and speeding down the winding hallways towards my dorm room. After going through countless days of the cold glares from Elliot and the sly comments that came from Jules calling me every bad thing she could conjure up in that pea-sized brain of hers, I was fed up. As soon as I turned the corner to go to my room, Elliot passed me, still pretending I didn’t exist, while his little shadow trailed behind him.

Once Jules uttered a “stupid bitch” in my direction, I grabbed a fistfull of hair from the back of her head and pressed her face into the wall. Her shrieks of terror drew attention from the other students walking past, causing them to form a circle around us. “Ellie! Get this crazy bitch off of me!” she screamed as I flipped her over and began throwing punches. For such a slim girl, she managed to get a few scratches on my face and arms but nothing too serious.

Eventually, Elliot dragged me off of Jules before I could cause anymore damage to her face. He grabbed my wrists and pressed me against the window. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He spat through gritted teeth. My chest was heaving at the proximity, this being the closest he’s been to me in over a week. “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you! You’re -” and before I could really tell him how I felt, a teacher came running down the hall at the sound of all the commotion, pulled us apart and gave us both chapel duty.

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Waking up at 5 o’clock on a Saturday morning cleaning the entire chapel was definitely not how I wanted to spend my weekend - especially not when I had to be around someone that clearly hated my existence for no apparent reason. After having two buckets of cleaning supplies shoved towards us, Mr. Garcia walked off, letting us know he’d be back to check on us every few hours. With a groan, I dragged my bucket over to the opposite side of the sanctuary, beginning to clean that section.

It was quiet, the only sound heard being the spray of the cleaning solution or the trickle of water from the mop bucket. As I swept underneath the pews, I began softly humming a random tune to myself. Hearing a frustrated sigh, I look up to see Elliot rolling his eyes at me. “Would you shut the fuck up? God, you’re so annoying.” I raise my brow at the aggressive tone, placing a hand on my hip. “What crawled up your ass? I’m literally not even doing anything.” With a scoff, he mocked my stance “Your humming and breathing loud as fuck and it’s pissing me off, cut it out.” Shaking my head at him, I turn around and continue to clean in silence.

I made my way to the altar where I started to polish the chalice, when I felt someone watching me. I looked up and saw that Elliot had been glaring at my every move, barely blinking when I caught him in the act. “If you’re just sitting there, you might as well come help me. Then we can leave faster and you won’t be burdened to spend time with me anymore.” He grumbled a soft ‘shut up’ before making his way up the steps and grabbing the other polishing cloth. We worked in silence for a few minutes before I spoke up.

“What did I do?” I watched as Elliot’s jaw tightened while he scrubbed at the silver dish in his hand, avoiding my question. “Like why do you hate me? I leave for two weeks and come back to you giving me the silent treatment. What’s that about?” Looking at me, his face was stoic but his eyes sold him out. “You left. You left me and you didn’t even say goodbye or tell me why you were leaving.” My heart truly broke for the boy. Dropping my cloth, I reach for his hand. “Hey, I didn’t know I was leaving right away, otherwise I would’ve told you! My aunt was sick and my mom wanted me to see her one more time before she passed, that’s all. I would never leave without saying goodbye, you know that.” Dragging me in for a hug, Elliot rested his chin on the crown of my head, my head nestled into his pecs. I inhale the scent that clung to his hoodie - God, I missed the smell of his cologne.

“‘m so sorry, y/n/n, I’m such a dick. And I’m sorry about Jules. She meant nothing to me. I just needed someone to fill your place but she wasn’t enough for me; she wasn’t you.” I pull back, looking into his deep brown eyes, seeing nothing but pure sincerity in them. Grabbing his cheeks in both hands, I pull him closer and begin placing soft kisses all over his face. He hoists me up onto the altar, grinding his crotch into mine as my eyes roll back in pleasure from the friction. He kisses me, our kiss rough and impatient, having not touched each other for so long. We were hungry for one another.

Elliot slides his slender, ornate fingers underneath the hem of my shirt before running his fingers across my stomach. I flinch at the cool shock of his rings making him laugh. “You’ve been gone for a couple weeks and you already forgot how to act? C’mere'' he teased before sliding me closer to the edge of the table by my waistband. My hands fly towards his own pants, struggling to undo the button in my lust-fueled haze. Elliot swats my hands away before completing my task. “You’re so excited to get fucked that you can’t even undo a buttton, huh? The thought of my dick deep in your guts made you go dumb?”

With a whine, I begin to rock my hips, the seat of my jeans bringing me a sliver of pleasure. With a quick slap to my thigh, my actions stopped. “Hey, cut it out. I’ll deal with your little problem in a minute, just be patient.” And in one motion, Elliot had dragged both my pants and underwear down my legs and let them pool on the floor.

Hearing the sound of keys move closer towards the sanctuary, I scramble to get down off of the altar right as Mr. Garcia popped his head in through the doors. “Hey kids, just checking in on you. Looks nice here! Keep up the good work.” I sent him a forced smile, praying that the altar cloth was long enough to hide the fact that my bare ass was on display. He looked around once more before heading back out of the church.

The doors barely shut before Elliot put me back on the table and dove head first between my thighs. “Fuck, I missed this pussy so bad. You don’t know how bad I need you right now.” he groans before slurping my sensitive bud into his eager mouth.

———

Basking in the pleasure of finally having Elliot all to myself again, I felt uneasy. Looking up, my body tensed as my eyes locked with the statue hung on the crucifix above us. “Um, El? Can we leave now? I can feel Jesus’ eyes on me and I can tell he's judging me.” With a snort, Elliot poked my side. “Hey, at least we gave him a good show, huh?” My jaw dropped as I slapped him on the shoulder. “Oh my God, shut up!”

Elliot rubbed his nose against my clavicle before finally getting up, handing me his hoodie to put on. Reaching out to grab my hand, Elliot pulled me down the steps and towards the exit. “You wanna chill in my room or yours?” Intertwining our fingers together, I stared at the back of his head, still in awe of what we had just done. Turning back to look at me, he cocked a brow. Snapping out of my trance, I reply. “Huh? Oh, sorry. We can go to yours, I don’t mind.”

Walking through the halls hand in hand with Elliot felt like heaven to us but for Jules, it was like her world came to a screeching halt. I was laughing at a stupid joke Elliot had made when I felt him stop me abruptly. Looking ahead, I saw Jules standing in front of us with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face that said she would kill me if she could. “What’s going on here, Ellie? You picked her over me?”

I rolled my eyes with a scoff, biting my tongue before I said something I would really regret. “Yo, chill out, Jules. You’re being really disrespectful right now.” I couldn’t help but giggle at her expression, shocked that Elliot had put Jules in her place. “But- but we-” “What we did was a mistake and it didn’t mean anything. Now excuse me, my girlfriend and I have places to be.” And with that, he grabbed my hand and pulled me along behind him.

Once we made our way to his dorm, I sat down on his bed, playing with the fringed edge of his blanket. “Did you mean what you said back there? When you called me your girlfriend?” Holding my smaller hands in his own, he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Of course I meant that. When you were gone, I was so lost. I knew that I never wanted to feel that way again. I love you.”

Sending him a little pout, I reached up to brush his unruly curls away from his face. “I love you too, Elliot.”

[thebookreader12345]

From Hate to Love

Requested by anonymous

"God you're so infuriating," I seethe.

"Oh and you're not?" Mouse retorted. "I mean, you're on my ass all the time!"

"I am not," I argue.

"Guys, we're not gonna do this again. Stop it!" Jay ordered.

"Tell that to Y/n," Mouse grumbled.

"That's it. I'm tired of you guys fighting. We're putting an end to this right now. Lets go," Jay urged and gestured for us to follow him.

Jay led us down to the basement, and I thought we might have been going to the tech room, but instead Jay brought us over to the cage. And when Mouse and I got too close to the entrance, Jay shoved us inside, closing the door behind us.

"Hey!" I shout and pound against the chain link fence as Jay locked the door. "What the hell, Jay!"

"You two are gonna sort out whatever problem you have with each other," Jay declared. "I'll be back down in one hour. Until then, have fun."

I sighed and turned to Mouse. "Do you think he'll let us out if we figure this out right now?"

"I don't know," Mouse confessed. "Why? Do you have something to say?"

"I've never really hated you," I admit. "I guess I just turned to hating you because I didn't want to tell you how I really felt."

"How you really...." Mouse trailed off. "What are you trying to say?"

"I'm trying to say that I like you, Mouse. A lot," I tell him. "And I know chances are you don't feel the same way but-"

Mouse cut me off. "Just shut up and kiss me."

And I did. I pressed my mouth to his, moving my hands up to tangle themselves in his hair. Mouse grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him, closing the distance between our bodies. For a few seconds, the two of us were enveloped in one another, but that all changed when someone started clapping at the other end of the room. I pulled away from Mouse to see who it was, and saw that it was Jay, who was leaning against the doorframe to the entrance of the stairs.

"Finally!" Jay cheered. "We've all been waiting for you guys to get together for forever."

"Yeah yeah yeah," Mouse muttered. "Now can you let us out of here?"

Jay laughed. "Sure. We should probably get back to work anyways. Don't want Voight to catch us slacking off."

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An Unlicensed Therapist (A Steven Grant One-Shot)

Description: Your life was simply too good to be true - a bunch of the best friends on the planet, a job in one of the best attorney offices in Manhattan, and a nice guy you were seeing. But one day, your best friend Carly suddenly decides to get married to her boyfriend of five years... And that was when you felt like your life was crumbling apart.

Prompt: You are the maid of honor at your best friend's wedding, but you are single and sad about having to attend solo. Stressed and grumpy on the long flight there, you have a few too many drinks and pass out, drooling, on the shoulder of your seatmate. When you arrive at the destination, you are mortified to discover that your handsome seatmate is the best man.

A/N: Yes, I am mentioning the Jen Walters (She-Hulk (2022)) and it's because I really love her character (Tatiana is slaying!). Also, don't worry, Marc will be present. This is more of a bridge to get me back into writing because I feel like I've been slacking in this department in the last few months and I'm not really having fun with the series I'm writing for atm and I was relentlessly dragged into the MK fandom by my one and only, @missdictatorme. This is for you baby.

Pairing: None, really but Steven Grant x fem!reader, I suppose?

Word count: 5.1 K

Warnings: Well, the reader getting drunk and pouty, Marc coming off a bit of an angsty bitch at first, me hoping I didn't screw it up, break up and besties cheering each other up.

The plane around you was fucking crowded. More than that. According to the plan Carly had sent you via e-mail, your seat was located in the very front of the craft. As you walked through the small row between the seats, bumping into other passengers either with your bag or ass, you could feel the sadness and anxiety spiking in your chest. How did you even get into this mess of a situation? Well, to understand it, you had to travel back in time. Not for much, just two weeks' worth of it.

Two weeks ago:

To be honest, you were fucking tired. It was only Monday and were barely standing on your feet with how fucking tired you were. With big trouble, you barely slipped out of your high heels as you hung your keychain on the stand, balancing your cold coffee in your other palm. Taking a long breath, you finally stood in the small hall of your dark apartment, stretching your neck. It felt like you hadn't found a moment to simply catch a breath, sit down, and relax in the last few weeks, whether it was the weekend or labor day. Truth be told, the situation was pretty tense in the attorney's office you working at - you and all the other concipients were working harder than a pocket watch, trying to help all of your attorneys out. Even the lawyers themselves were pretty much clueless when it came to this particular case. Well, clueless wasn't the right word to use, but they were somewhat hesitant to propose any specific steps. This was something that rarely happened at Goodman, Lieber, Kurtzberg & Holliway, GLK/H, or GLK&H for short.

So yeah. Your work life was pretty stressful at that time. With a long breath, you decided to sit down at the dinner table while going through the post you were carrying from downstairs - without a second thought, you swung your feet onto the chair next to you, pouring yourself a big glass of wine while looking at all of the envelopes. There were a few interesting ones that caught your attention - one of which was your mother sending you a postcard from New Mexico (where she was vacating at the time), a few leaflets from your favorite boutiques across Manhattan (where you shopped when you wanted to look fancy for a work occasion or a formal one) and the last one was a small, pink envelope with a few hearts drawn all over it. Looking at the name of the sender, you realized it was your absolute best friend Carly who was sending you a letter. Not knowing why she did so (when she could literally pick up her phone and send you a text or call you), you picked a small knife and carefully opened it up... Realizing it was a wedding invitation.

For quite a bit, you stood still with the envelope in your palm and knife in the other, reading through it again and again, trying to understand if she was just fucking with you or was being serious. Your brain wasn't catching up, it seemed so. Sure, she and Kevin were an amazing couple (one of the sweetest you knew and one of which you introduced, in fact), but they never even spoke of proposing to one another - and suddenly, you were asked to be the maid of honor. Not too long after that, you were dancing your victory dance while dressed in your silky robe, a towel wrapped around your wet hair, a coal facial mask smudged all over your face, and Carly on the phone with you, explaining to you that this entire Hawaii wedding was a sudden, spontaneous idea.

Soon after, you got into all of the preparations, and let me emphasize that it wasn't exactly the most fun thing in the world - to make everything in your life work while simultaneously trying to create the perfect wedding. But honestly, you'd do anything for her. Now, on top of your very fucking stressful job, there was a whole wedding you helped to organize with the help of her mom and sister Aggie. At moments, you were thanking all the gods that you were specifically trained for chaos specifically (GLK&H was nothing more than chaos), otherwise, you wouldn't be able to compute the amount of information you needed to remember. While you were the one helping Carly with anything she asked you for, from making sure that everything will be prepared on time and according to her expectations, you were simultaneously helping her with picking the dress, the bouquet, the make-up, and... How did you manage not to get insane was beyond you.

At least you got some great help in the guest department and the bachelor and bachelorette parties - Kevin gave you his best man's number (to your surprise, the number was reserved for London) and let you two figure it out as a team. You never called each other, you never had a FaceTime or anything... You only sent each other texts and lengthy e-mails. The mysterious Steven, as the man introduced himself to you, was nice enough to check every e-mail you were about to send to the guests, the resort, or other agencies you were in contact with, and on top of that, he was making sure that there was everything in order. He honestly made everything so much easier for you. And voila, two weeks later, you had it all set in stone and sorted out - everything on your list was checked, and there was nothing left to do. Everything was to be absolutely perfect for the newlyweds... Shame the extended weekend wasn't about to be perfect for you.

The whole time you were pouring your heart into the preparations, you were sure that this guy you were seeing, Lucas, was about to be your date - sure, you weren't living with each other, but you were seeing one another on an almost daily basis and used to do all sorts of things together, sleepovers included. For the longest time, he presented himself as the prince charming you always hoped to meet one day. Lucas was very attentive and loved to spoil you; he stopped by the office on your lunch breaks just to bring you a coffee or lunch (and to tell you that he can't wait to hold you in his arms later that evening), he took you out and seemingly enjoyed doing even the most boring activities with you. Naturally, you assumed that prince charming was coming along. Who wouldn’t be up for a short vacay in Hawaii? It was a fucking dream coming true. Yet, just before you were about to drive off to the airport, he walked up to you, looked you in the eyes, and put his palm on your shoulder... And broke up with you. Imagine it. You were standing there with your mouth open, dressed in very tight cycling shorts and an oversized, ugly Hawaiian shirt (which you borrowed from Kevin) with an enormous straw hat on top of your head while this dreamy, almost too-good-to-be-true guy is holding your shoulder in his palm, telling you that it would never have worked anyway. That he was bored. That he had met someone else the other day. And that he fell for her, saying that he’s so sorry for not going with you to the wedding.

Well, you thought to yourself, fuck me, fuck him, and fuck this. You were in deep fucking trouble (not really, but you loved being dramatic). With your head held high, like the fighter you were, and your cheeks wet from tears, you drove yourself to the airport, telling yourself that you’ll make it the best wedding in the world nonetheless. Your ma didn't raise no quitter. You didn’t need a stupid man by your side to feel happy. You’ll just order enough margaritas to make yourself forget his face and if you’d be lucky enough and the known wedding superstition will come true, you’ll have the best man bending you over by this time tomorrow. In Hawaii.

Let’s say that this didn’t go as planned either; half an hour later, after going through the control of your luggage and ticket, you were sitting in the middle of the airport with an over-sized iced chocolate latté that had too much sugar in it with your headphones deep inside your ears, listening to Diana Ross and Jen’s voice on the phone. It was early Friday morning and you couldn’t call Carly to cry about what kind of son of a whore Lucas was (since it was literally her wedding weekend), Nikki wasn’t picking up and Jen was the only one who was most likely already up and getting ready for yet another day in the GLK&H. She was also one of the nicest and calmest people you’ve ever come across; you weren’t exactly besties, but you surely could call one another a friend.

Her phone was laying on her table as she put on her make-up, leaning into her mirror - so you could perfectly see each swoosh of her mascara and brush along with her forcing her double chin out just to make you giggle (since she quite literally didn’t have one). “Listen to me, Y/N.” - The woman said in a firm voice, putting her lipstick on while doing so. - “You are one of the most persistent, strongest, and stubborn people I’ve ever met. Like seriously, the office would fall apart in flames if there wasn’t for you and Nikki being our damn concipients. And I mean that. Like, without your constant hard work, information research, and cheering up, we’d be nothing - a hot pile of trash. You’re the driving force of GLK&H and don’t make some idiot make you feel otherwise, yeah?” - With that, she jolted, picked her phone up, and walked over to her closet.

“Yeah.” - You whined in a high-pitched voice, holding back the sob as you tried to dry the tears off your face. Your mascara was running all over your cheeks and the expression on your face was resembling a small child's who was throwing a tantrum, but Jen’s words made you genuinely feel better. So, you managed to crack a small, almost pathetic smile for her. “There is my tigress! Hello, I've missed you, sugar!” - She cheered, her voice filled with support. - “So, tell me now, will there be any handsome men that might take over Lucas’ spot, even for the weekend? You know how weddings go."

"Jen!" - You exclaimed with shock, laughing at what she had just said. This made her chuckle as well. - "I don't really know. It's gonna be a really small wedding, you know, just family and closest friends. And most of them seemed to be coupled anyway." "Then what about that Steven guy? He never mentioned he'd be having a date and from what you've told me, he made your life so much easier... And from the e-mails you've shown me that were sent by him, the guy really knows his grammar and is very polite. That's a promising start?" - Jen guessed, shrugging her shoulders as she pulled out a red turtleneck. She looked like a bombshell with that piece of clothing. - "You know what? Don't say anything, it'll be a surprise. What you gonna do on board the plane is that you'll order as much alcohol as you can. And trust me, girl, you'll have 10 hours to accomplish exactly that."

That happened two hours ago. Now, you were walking to your seat with your handbag, still dressed in that oversized monstrosity and very tight shorts while slowly moving forward, waiting for all the passengers in front of you to find their seats or to simply sit down. Most of the attendees were flying over by the next flight, but you needed to arrive sooner to make sure everything will be prepared for them, taking all of the weight off Carly's shoulders. After fifteen minutes of awkwardly standing around, you finally managed to walk to the front of the economy class, looking right at your seat - the problem was, there was a guy napping there already. Looking around nervously, you bit your bottom lip before bending over to him and shaking his shoulder nervously.

To be frank, the stranger was very handsome from what you could see. His black wavy hair was styled messily, there was a visible stubble on his cheeks contrasting the soft, rosy lips. The features of his face were giving you some kind of Spanish teacher on high school vibes - you liked the curve of his nose and his dark brown, sleepy eyes as he tried to wake up. "I'm really sorry but I'm dying to get on my seat, sit down and let my legs rest. I was waiting in that line for a long time." - You explained quickly, pointing to the seat next to the window. The man turned his head around with confusion, looking at the seat and you before picking himself up in hurry. - "Sorry, miss. I've been dying to catch a bit of sleep, I'm on the plane since yesterday evening."

If you'd be in a better mindset, you'd immediately notice the thick British accent that you had just let slip past your radars altogether. You couldn't be bothered, to be honest, trying not to cry all the fucking time. Plus, the man was nice enough to apologize to you so there wasn't anything strange about it. "Off to Hawaii too, hm? What for?" - You asked while letting him help you with your luggage, slipping past him to sit down in your corner.

"My best mate's wedding. He finally decided to hit it off with a girl he's been seeing for the longest time, good for him." - The gentleman answered immediately, offering you his right palm to shake hands. He was holding your bag in the compartment with his left hand still. This piece of information would tell even the biggest idiot that the man standing right in front of you, the handsome gentleman, was the mysterious Steven you've been exchanging e-mails with for the past couple of weeks. But, apparently, your brain decided to take a vacay as well, leaving you and your stupid ass on your own. - "Name's Steven, in case I could be of any help. Could be useful since we'll be sitting next to each for the next ten hours." "Totes." - You agreeded, shaking his palm. - "Name's Y/N. In case I could be of any help."

As soon as you both sat back down, Steven dozed off right after he fastened himself, knowing well he won't be up to even listen to the instructions. As he told you, he took off early Thursday morning just to get to the USA and to Hawaii from there - plus Marc was being a pain in the ass for the past few days, borrowing the body during the night again. So, because you were listening for both of you and your sleeping companion, you were paying extra attention, practicing all the moves the crazy nice flying attendant was showing to you - while knowing that in the next three hours, you'll be either dead asleep or drunk beyond socially acceptable. As soon as she reached the two of you, asking what you'll be drinking, you told her that you'll have a double margarita. "And what can I get for the gentleman?" - She asked you, assuming that you two are most likely traveling together. Not that you'd be complaining though. "Oh, he'll have a double shot of vodka. You know, poor guy, flying gets him all railed up. Just look at him." - And to make the situation even more comical, Steven snored loudly and flapped his mouth. The woman gave you a funny look but didn't ask further questions since alcohol was all-inclusive in economy class. As soon she put the glasses in front of you, you took a deep breath and looked at them.

"What is that awful smell?" - Steven mumbled sleepily, opening his eyes just to see you clinking the margarita glass and shot. - "Dear Lord, lady. You'll feel sick, you know that right?" "I know, yea." - You answered with a resolute nod, kicking the entire shot inside your mouth while trying not to puke. Fuck, that was some good vodka right there, burning your throat as you gulped it. Giggling, you covered your mouth and let out a long breath, shaking the feeling off. What you didn't notice was that the man was watching you intently, furrowing upon seeing your eyes getting starry.

"You're not feeling alright, are you, mate?" - He whispered quietly as the first sob left your body, making your shrug your shoulders as you tried to keep it in. Then, with tears running down your cheeks, you turned your face to him and shook your head. This time, the man carefully put his palm on your shoulders, all the empathy showing on his face. - "Wanna talk about it, love?" While being the typical gentleman Steve usually was, he brought all hell broke loose upon him, which was a fact he realized much, much later. At first, your rambling was coherent enough for him to understand that a guy broke up with you just before you took off to Hawaii (which also explained the empty seat between the two of you), which Steve deemed an absolute dick move. Sometime between your third and fourth shot of vodka, you started to cry about your job (he only understood that you were working as a concipient) and at the seventh one, you were barely making any sense. Steve was humming, patting your shoulder, answering "Of course, yeah" or "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that, love" whenever he seemed fit.

Four hours into the flight, he really couldn't understand a single fucking word from your heartbroken, drunken, and crying speech. So he continued on with patting your shoulder, looking aside with boredom on his face. You were going on and on and on. 'I don't wanna interrupt your train of thoughts, pal, since even you thinking about spinach is more interesting than whatever she is going off about...' Marc's voice popped inside Steven's head suddenly while the other man was staring at Steven through the spoon laying on the small table, making Steven jump on the seat a bit as he suddenly woke up from a slight trance, looking around with confusion. It could be heard that Marc thinks you're simply yet another crazy airplane lady he had heard so much about and wasn't taking you too seriously. Your eyes were piercing through the profile of his face, clearly trying to figure out which of the four Stevens is the real one, waiting for something. 'But I think that Little Miss Sunshine over here just asked you something.' "Could come again, love? I got lost in my thoughts." - Steven asked nonchalantly, giving you a small, warm smile. "I asked you if you think I'm pretty?" - You repeated the best you could, leaning your elbows into the armrests between you. The man rose his eyebrows in surprise, clearly being caught off guard by that question. At first, the answer seemed to be a very long 'Ermmmm...' as Steven thought about what could be the answer for a drunk lady.

The man looked in your face with literal puppy eyes, nervously fidgeting his fingers around, holding onto his trousers. Pretty? If you were pretty? You were gorgeous, to be frank. Even in his dizzy, sleepy state, back when Steven introduced himself to you, he was able to catch your pretty smile as you shook his palm. Back then, your hair was tidily framing your face as you tried to hold yourself high, trying to make up for all the pain and sadness inside. And now that you were drunk, you were not only gorgeous but adorable as well - he liked your face all warmed up from the alcohol and your eyes shining as you stared at him as if he was the most handsome man you've ever seen... Which sort of hurt because he realized that you were just drunk out of your mind. Trust me, Steven very much realized you're an absolute angel and if he had the balls to go for it, he'd tell you that you caught his eye immediately... The problem was that Steven was being a Steven and a red alarm was going off inside his head.

'What should I do? What should I do? What on Earth should I say, Marc?' - Steven yelled on the inside while looking into your face with his eyes popped a bit and his mouth open. 'First things first, you need to calm down, pal. Drunk women are one of the most dangerous beings on this planet because one wrong word can make them burst into tears. And this girl has clearly been through enough already.' - Marc assumed based on the raccoon eyes you were rocking, trying to keep Steven cool as he was about to guide him through this minefield. - 'What happened to her, by the way? I was taking a nap and woke up when we had a drunk girl sitting next to us.' 'Her bloke broke up with her just before she got on the flight.' 'Oh, wow. I take everything back. That's a dick move. It makes a lot of sense now.' - Marc mumbled apologetically even though you couldn't hear him. He felt like a dick himself, calling you crazy and all that. With that, he looked an intent look on you. - 'What do you think?' 'That she's gorgeous and before you manage to oppose, mate, it's not because she's paying me attention, thank you very much. I wish you would see before she got bladdered, her smile was so... Adorable.' - Steven answered, finally closing his mouth as he gave you a warm smile. Damn, he knew you won't remember any of this by the time you'd be getting off the flight, but he was keen on giving you the answer you deserved - especially after what happened to you.

'Steven, that would be a low fucking blow - telling you that you like a girl just because she's paying you attention. Geez, you really think of me that low, huh? We both know that you're a handsome man, come on now. Alright, alright, listen up - here's the game plan.' - Marc opposed heatedly and Steven could literally feel him rolling his eyes. He'd definitely tell that to Steven if Grant wouldn't call him out first. "Y/N, love." - The man answered after a long with, catching your palm in his to make sure he has your full attention. - "Let me start by saying that your beauty doesn't depend on one twat's opinion and you shouldn't let the break-up mess with your mind, alright? But if you'd like a more sincere answer, I think you're an absolute killer and in my opinion, you're stunning. So, what you're gonna do for me, love, is that you'll pick your pretty chin up and make sure you'd make the guy jealous if he was here with you, alright? Could you do that for me?"

At first, the muscles in your face contracted a bit before a huge smile broke out on your face... And it was so contagious that it made Steven smile back at you. - 'Good job. See? Wasn't that hard, was it? Now ask her if you can take a nap because I can feel how drowsy and tired you feel, Steven. We don't want you fainting, do we?' "I'm going to nap for a bit and I'll listen to some music. Would you want to share the headphones?" - Steven asked quietly, holding back a long yawn. Bloody hell, he was really sleepy. And so, with a grateful smile, you let Steven slip into the empty seat next to you, took one of the headphones, and closed your eyes as well, falling asleep while listening to some calm indie and pop music.

Well, let's just say that wasn't the story a few hours later - six to be exact, as a big thud made you wake up. As expected, you didn't remember the better portion of the night. Holy fucking mother of God, you thought to yourself, moaning as you caught your temple. You needed a Coke, a glass of water, and some painkiller asap. For some random reason, you had a headphone in your left ear, listening to Cavetown. You were only able to identify the band because you, Carly, Nikki, and Jen sometimes put them on during your road trips. As you clicked your tongue, you realized that the spot under your lips if drenched - realizing it was your own saliva. Oh, God. Oh no. What if Steven was already up and saw what happened? Oh shit, that would be embarrassing. You might've planned on asking him for dinner if he'd have the time after his wedding plans. And shit only got worse as you opened your eyes, realizing you're laying on someone's shoulder. Your heart was racing so fast that you started to sweat as if you smelling like an opened bottle of vodka wasn't fucking enough. Horrifiedly, you looked above just to see Steven's sharp jaw and black locks. He himself was, thankfully, still asleep - his temple was leaned into the seat's headrest, his lips opened wide. Holy fucking mother of God, you repeated while ripping the headphone out and standing up, sneaking around the sleeping man to disappear as quickly as you could.

As you walked down the stairs, you put chewing gum into your mouth and covered your eyes with sunglasses, putting the enormous straw hat back onto your head. Good, you thought to yourself as you let a deep breath out, good. You got dumped yesterday and you beslobbered all over that really handsome and very nice guy who was listening to your fucking bullshit. Great. At least it was a stranger who we won't ever see again. Thank fucking God, I wouldn't be able to look into his damn eyes again. Walking down the stair and into the hall, you could almost immediately see Carly and Kevin standing in the welcoming crowd, holding two huge handmade signs - one has your name all over it, beautified with hearts, clouds, and stars (which was clearly done by Carly herself) and the second one spelled 'Steven Grant' - the mysterious Steven, you thought. The greeting was amazing - all three of you laughed happily, Carly showing you her engagement ring as you two happily jumped around, performing the victory dance you were known for around the office. Sure, Kevin pointed out that you smelled like a fucking pub, but as soon as you told them what happened (since Carly naturally asked about Lucas), they both nodded and promised you that this will be the best weekend to get over him. They even mouthed that Steven would totally be all over you as soon as he'll meet you - He is a total innocent sweetheart on the outside, Carly whispered, but you know what they say - it's always the quiet ones. Try spending time with him, I think you two will click.

Turning your head around, you saw Steven the Gentleman, as you decided to dub him, walking in your general direction - your face got sweaty as you turned away from him, trying to disappear into the crowd, praying that this guy had never even seen Kevin. But he was coming closer and closer. And when he stopped right in front of Kevin to shake his mate's hand and hug him with laughter (kissing Carly's cheeks right after, congratulating both of them), you knew you were fucked. And not just fucked. You were about to die from embarrassment - you wanted to dig your own grave and let Carly bury you six feet under; you knew well that she shares the sense for drama, so she'd be on board for sure. At least he took the shirt off, not making you feel even worse. If Kevin would ask why is he wet for... Oooof, you'd faint. You'd start crying and run off, proclaiming that your social life is absolutely non-existent. But as soon as Kevin brought Steven's attention to you, you managed to draw out a very awkward smile while offering him your palm, pretending you've never met this dude ever in your life.

"I'm Y/N, you know, that girl you were correcting the e-mail after. If that would be of any help." - You said quietly, your face heating up once more as you tried to stay calm. The man could feel your palm shaking and sweating, but he didn't note it as the gentleman he was. When he woke up with your saliva all over his shoulder and you nowhere to be seen, he wasn't upset or anything like that. If anything, this thing you deemed embarrassing proved to him that the entire flight was totally real - that it wasn't just his dream. You were real. "Oh, totes." - Steven smiled, rephrasing what you said before getting hammered - this caught your attention and made you smile a bit more genuine. - "Name's Steven, in case I could be of any help."

"Steven, when did you start saying totes, dude? Never heard you say that." "Oh, I met this really sweet lady yesterday. She was very nice." - Steven answered with the sweetest smile, making you smile as well. But, in any case, you were determined not to hang out around Steven too much so he wouldn't think you're even more coo-coo than he already must've been thinking.

Well, let's say... That didn't go according to the plan either, did it?

[sagechanoafterdark]

Turn that Frown Upside Down

Pairing: Ransom x Reader

Warning: Language, suggested sexual situations

Word Count: 585

Synopsis: Ransom's in a mood and that just won't do.

A/N: Hope you guys like this little snippet that I've had sitting in my drafters forever. It's got no spoilers for my Held For Ransom series but I've been thinking about Ransom and Marshmallow for a few weeks now and I'm working on their final chapter now. I'm looking forward to sharing it with everyone soon!

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You’d been calling his name for the last five minutes but Ransom was nowhere to be seen, you’d expected to find him preening in front of the bathroom mirror given his interview with GMA was at the top of the hour. But he was strangely absent, finally, you’d found him in the study.

Brow furrowed as he glanced between pages, a pen in hand as he went over sections of his newest manuscript and huffed.

“Hey handsome,” you cooed, sliding onto the surface of the desk. “What’s got you in a tizzy?”

Ransom scoffed, hands throwing the pen down on the table and dropping the papers in his hand. “I’m not in a tizzy,” he snapped, wincing once he’d heard his tone.

Pursing your lips you gave an unconvinced hum, leaning forward your fingers trailing over the soft blue material of his sweater as you slid into his lap. Ransom's hands sliding up your thighs and lifting the hem of your shirt before the chill of his pinky ring met your warm skin.

“I know what will put a smile on your face,” you said with a note of childish glee in your voice. Leaning forward against him your hands slid over the planes of his chest, noting the twitch of a grin at the corner of his mouth as your lips hovered over his own.

“What’s that,” he breathed, naturally leaning up to kiss you but you pulled back at the last moment making Ransom grunt in disappointment. But those blue eyes didn’t leave yours as your mouth hovered teasingly over his own.

“Let me suck your dick.”

The sputtering laugh he gave made you grin from ear to ear, your arms wound around his neck as Ransom tried in vain to escape your pecking mouth. “Please Ransom,” you pleaded in between kisses that just missed his mouth. “Please let me suck your dick?”

“God damn it! I don't have time for this Marshmellow,” he grunted, feeling your soft lips press against the corner of his mouth over and over again but not giving him what he wanted.

Putting on your best puppy dog face you pulled back, looking at him with a pouty mouth and your best doe eyes. “Please Ransom? Promise I’ll suck you so good.”

He didn’t stop you as your hands began to unbuckle his belt, sliding to the floor in front of him on your knees and pulling at the zipper on his slacks, “We have a meeting in ten minutes.”

“Oh sweetheart,” you teased, hand stroking up his firm length through the material and smirking up at him. “I only need three.”

“Our next guest is joining us live from his New England home. Most of the country knows him from his break-out novel, Last Rights. His greatly anticipated new novel, No Day To Die, set to be released later this year and is already climbing the literary presale lists, please welcome New York Times Best Selling author Hugh Drysdale!”

There was a pause as applause filtered into the study before the host continued.

“Thank you for joining us Mr. Drysdale it’s a pleasure to have you.”

Ransom was the picture of casual professionalism as he smiled back at the webcam. Sure to slide forward a little more his belt jangling around his ankles as his eyes cut to you briefly. Catching your finger dabbing at the edge of your mouth off-screen as you blew him a kiss and left the room.

“I assure you the pleasure is all mine,” he replied with a smirk.