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"One-Sided, One Receiver"

pairing: alastor x fem!reader

synopsis: Alastor has taken you in under his wing after being mistreated by the vees. Vox tries to confronts you about your feelings for Alastor in hopes that you come back to work for him. His plans of course backfire.

warnings: MDNI fuckin tentacle porn, alastor is fully clothed, no pp for you to see sorry, alastor and his dirty mouth, praise kink ig? fingering

word count: 1.7k words

a/n: my first time writing this kinda thing, please spare me. Also thank you to @rubra-wav for the cute divider omg. and my two favorite in character smut authors @hazelfoureyes (my hazel basil) and @jyoongim giving me the courage to do this ✨️🙏

You've worked with Alastor going on years now. He had taken you under his wing after the treatment you received under the control of the Vees. It was well known they weren't the nicest overlords around but they knew how to sell.

You were Vox's little plaything in more ways than one. He had you pegged to be a pretty good spy and information gatherer. Of course, your mission was always to look for signs of the Radio Demon for his whereabouts. Alastor was very meticulous and every clue left for you was purposely placed, and you knew that. And because you knew that, you never bothered to inform Vox of the very little "information." In which came at a cost of your job and nearly, your life. Vox often underestimated Alastor's smarts. Their own egos constantly bumping each other in the head.

The night you lost your job, you were found outside the Vees' tower, horribly bruised and broken. Hands clutching at the brimstone dirt to try and stable yourself in some way, you saw a pair of black boots standing in front of your face, the demon's cane setting down on the ground.

"Well my dear, it looks like you finally received Vox's boot." He chuckled in amusement and offered a hand to you to help you off the ground. "I'm impressed with how you've gone about finding my little clues, not many have managed to connect them back to me."

With your hand still in his, you two disappear into his shadow and find solitude in a different part of Pentagram City, away from the Vees' territory.

"I have a deal for you. Well rather a job." He states conjuring up a needle and glowing green thread along with a small first-aid kit. He talked his way through his prompt while mending and sewing your wounds. You accepted and that was that.

The years you've worked along side him he's been quite kind to you. Despite not trying to be, he was a charmer. Your feelings for him changed over time. You often caught yourself doing things you never thought you would for the Radio Demon. The man you were convinced to hate in your previous employment. You'd bend over backward for him if you could.

The role he gave you was to do exactly what you had done for Vox in the past. There was never need to leave his side for you to gather whatever information he needed so you never looked suspicious. You looked more like an assistant or an apprentice.

No matter what you looked like you were doing, Vox was deeply displeased. How dare you escape his grasp and go kiss Alastor's ass. It was insulting from both you and the Radio Demon.

There was more to your companionship that meets the eye. While Alastor was an oblivious man, Vox saw right through you. It was clear to him you had fallen in love with the radio demon. And with the way Alastor has reacted to confessions in the past, the TV man knew exactly how to ruin your relationship with each other and potentially along with the contract that was signed.

Checkmate.

"What are you doing here, old pal. Don't you think you are on the wrong side of town." Alastor's body was facing away, Vox's presence clear from his heavy breathing. His attempt to stay calm and collected.

"I am here to offer Y/N's job back." He stood up straight, folding his arms behind his back and turning his unfazed gaze to you. "I'm willing to raise your pay by a substantial amount if you come back to me."

"Not a chance, Vox. After the way you and the other Vees treated me? Go to double Hell." You spat at him, your eyes full of disgust and turning your body away from him.

Vox's smile creeped further up the screen, wholeheartedly expecting that to be your answer. The wrong answer. The one to ruin you once again.

"You come back to work for me and I won't tell Alastor your dark little secret. You get to stay in his good graces and I get my favorite little employee." He held his hand out to you. Alastor's silence completely deafening as he zones in on the strange conversation. What could you possibly do to fall out of his good graces, he thought.

Your expression faltering slightly before returning to it's stability. Was it that obvious? Did everyone see your feelings like an open book? He was unfortunately right.. if Alastor knew how you felt he'd probably ditch for another 7 years. Either way the outcome of this would be you trapped in the hands of the Vees once more. "You're confused Vox. I think you should take a break from all that porn."

"Do not pretend to not know what I'm talki-"

"I think I've heard enough, Vox. If you are referring to her romantic feelings towards me, there's no need to inform me. I already know." Alastor finally stepped out from behind you to stand in between the two of you. "The only difference here is that she has not forced those feelings upon me in which I quite respect. She will not be going with you."

Alastor tapped his cane on your back to turn you around and continue your walk. You give one last glance at Vox behind you, his face obviously fuming in embarrassment before disappearing into Alastor's shadow with him and reappearing in front of the Hotel.

You two stood in front of the doors in silence. Not really awkward just a little stunned.

"Sir.. you knew?" Your head was looking down to his shoes, scared to look him in the eyes.

"Dear, do not be embarrassed." He placed his cane under your chin, watching your eyes shift from the ground to his own. "I'm willing to make another deal with you if you allow it. This will be a one time thing. One night of your pleasure and you will give me your soul. Your services will belong to me for the rest of your immortal life."

Not to long after that were you in his radio tower. His shadowy appendages wrapped around your ankles and wrists, your ass resting on the buttons of his desk. You were already in the nude and he still sharply dressed. "Let's get a few things clear, darling. You will not touch me whatsoever, no I will not remove my clothing-" He spoke in the midst of taking his coat off and hanging it up on the hook to the side of the desk. He carefully rolled up the sleeves to his dress shirt before turning his attention to you, continuing his sentence. "and do remember to make noise. I need this to be amusing for me as well."

The appendages snaked up your thighs, softly maneuvering themselves through your folds. Spreading your slick everywhere they could reach. Your shut eyes tightened underneath his delicate touch. Another pair of his tentacles made their way up to your face, pulling at the sides of your mouth, making you open your lips. One slipped inside your wet cavern, lapping up the saliva around your tongue. Moans now starting to slip out as it started to fuck your mouth, spit dripping down the corners of your lips.

"Now that's my good girl." Alastor's cold digits made their way to your clit, rubbing in rhythmic circles, eliciting a well earned gasp from your throat. Not rough enough to jump start an orgasm but enough to be quite pleasurable on it's own. What pretty sounds he thought. Your legs tensed at his praise, his voice. It was deeper and more staticy than normal. Seemed he was enjoying himself more than he'd like to admit.

Removing the tentacle in your mouth, he replaced it with his own mouth. Your heart fluttered at the way he moved his lips against yours. Not exactly how you fantasized your first kiss with the Radio Demon but you'll take it. You groaned into his lips, grinding your hips into his steady going fingers. "Alastor.. please. I need you inside me." Heavy breaths passed between each word that escaped your mouth. This was your part of the deal so he was willing to give you whatever you wanted. Within reason of course.

The extremity wet with your juices slid up and down your cunt, spreading you as much as possible before slipping into you with ease. It wasn't his dick but dear god did it feel good nonetheless. Some boundaries had to be made after all but you were grateful for his generosity no matter what he offered. It's pace started off slow, simply trying to make it's way to your cervix before anything else. His lips still continuing to massage yours, going back and forth between licking your neck and kisses.

He was making every piece of your body vibrate with excitement and pleasure. Alastor's pace speeding up once he finally hit the end of your vagina, nearly making love to your cervix. His fingers began to abuse your now sensitive clit. It didn't take long before that long awaited tightness started to form in your womb. Your breath hitched and various parts of your body twitched, letting him know that you were approaching your end. "Are you going to cum for me, my dear? My precious apprentice."

With one last bite to your shoulder, you came undone on his tentacle and fingers. Continuing to rub you through your high. Your head rested against his shoulder allowing you to control your breaths back to normal. All his dark restraints dissipated, letting you free.

Alastor licked his fingers clean and rolled his sleeves back down, grabbing the coat he hung up and placing it back onto his shoulders. "Now I do believe you need a bath. Feel free to use the one in my room. Be back down stairs in an hour, we've got business to attend to later."

And with that, you now belonged to him in heart and soul.

[mrsjellymunson]

KNOCK AT THE CABIN | Prologue

Written for @bettyfrommars, @allthingsjoeq and @somnambulic-thing’s Stranger Prompts, Prompt 1. He shows up at your house covered in mud in the rain, but the problem is, he died two months ago.

Series Summary: After the events of the previous months, everyone is shocked by the unexpected return of an old friend. But is it really him?

Chapter Summary: On a stormy night, an unexpected visitor arrives.

WC: 1.14k

Series C/W: 🔞 18+, MDNI, NSFW. I mean it, if you’re under 18, git! Post-S4, Upside Down exists, dark/supernatural themes. Eventual Eddie Munson x fem!reader smut. Swearing. Not much to caution about in this part, unless you don’t like rain, or bad decor.

A/N: This series contains a lot of things I haven’t written for before, so I’d love to know what you think! Please comment and reblog, it means the world to writers, and reblogs mean work gets seen. This series has a taglist so if you’d like to be on either it, or my general list, lemme know in a comment, ask or message 🙏💗

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You’re holed up in an old farmhouse on the outskirts of Hawkins. It’s not exactly remote, but the nearest building is little more than a speck on the horizon so you feel pretty isolated. Owens organised it, explaining it would be a good idea for the older members of the party to lay low for a little while. Nancy had put forward an excellent argument for remaining with her family, but you, Robin and Steve had reluctantly packed up some of your belongings and relocated here. For how long, you don’t know.

It’s no palace. The wood-built building is certainly past its best, the yellowing 50s kitchen barely functional and the faded decor not to anyone's taste. But it’s (mostly) warm, (usually) dry, and most importantly, it feels safe. Which is something you all need after the events of the past few months.

You’re all acutely aware of the obvious gap in your merry band. Owens had insisted that the three of you didn’t attend the funeral, but he’d involved you as much as he could, ferrying messages between you and the kids and Wayne, discussing what he would’ve wanted to wear (you all agreed on his spare Hellfire shirt and leather jacket, knowing he’d never want to be separated from either, plus a brand new, government-funded pair of black 501s), and sneaking mementoes to you with Wayne’s approval.

Mike and Will have taken charge of his D&D paraphernalia, Dustin got his wallet chain (and wears it with literally everything, even his Weird Al shirts and colourful shorts), and Lucas opted for a small pocket knife. You, Steve and Robin each have one of his rings. Steve and Robin keep theirs in their rooms, but you wear the silver skull every day. It’s too big for your fingers, and is even a little loose on your thumb, but that’s where you keep it, spinning it to ease your anxiety, and smoothing the pads of your fingers over its bumpy surface to remind you of the friend you’ve lost. Rueing the fact that you always wanted him to be more than that, but never had the chance to find out whether he felt the same.

The kids visit periodically, even staying over sometimes, nobody expecting anyone to be watching the comings and goings of a bunch of nerdy teens. Nancy drops them off, sometimes staying, sometimes not. On this occasion she’d dropped and run, explaining that she was going to visit Max in the hospital tomorrow, spending some quality girly time with her. Lucas, who usually spent every spare moment by her bedside, was going to spend the weekend here, after Max, still seriously ill but now well enough to communicate, insisted that he needed to spend at least a bit of time with his old friends.

Tonight, you’d had a movie marathon, Keith developing an uncharacteristically generous side since everything kicked off and periodically dropping off and collecting piles of VHS tapes. Not quite generous enough to bring you any brand new releases, but even things you’ve seen before are better than the ‘sweet FA’ you’d have available given the nonexistent TV reception around here.

Popcorn litters the floor and the saggy furniture, as do gangly boys and a long-haired girl. Jane has commandeered the sole armchair, sitting in it cross-legged, and you, Steve and Robin are squashed onto the sofa with an equally squashed Dustin, the latter insisting that there was definitely room for one more.

Mike and Will are on the floor between the sofa and the old, battered coffee table. Mike’s hunched over a bowl of chips that he’s shovelling in, and Will is leaning against your legs, you stroking his hair in a way you know he finds comforting. Lucas is lounging on the floor at the side of the table, his long body stretched out and his head supported on threadbare throw pillows.

The gentle patter of drizzly rain against the windows and roof, and the crackle of the open fire, one of your only sources of heating, gives the evening a cosy feel, though you hope the rain doesn’t get any heavier as you don’t entirely trust the roof over the rear extension to cope with much more meteorological abuse.

You’ve just finished Raiders Of the Lost Ark and Steve has got up to swap it out for The Stuff, when there’s a strong gust of wind and the rainfall picks up significantly. Great, you think, the weather gods definitely weren’t listening to your silent pleas.

None of you notice Jane stiffening in her seat and shifting uncomfortably.

Under the lashing of the wind and rain there’s a sudden noise at the front door. Not urgent, not loud, just two soft thuds. If the kids had been roughhousing or the film had been on you may even have missed them.

You all look at each other, instantly and equally on edge, and all hoping that somebody, anybody, will provide a simple explanation for this.

Steve’s the first to speak. Jaw slack and brow furrowed, he asks the room, “Uhh, did anyone order takeout?”

There’s a cacophony of ‘no’s’ and shaken heads, before another soft thud is heard, just one this time.

Steve steels himself, not for the first time realising that it’s his responsibility to investigate the possibly terrifying, and potentially life-threatening, situation. He stands from his position by the video player and moves towards the door, fingertips skimming the top of the bat that’s always to the side of it, before closing his hand softly around the handle.

He pulls back the sliding bolts before twisting the lock and pulling the door open just a crack, leaving the chain on. The noise of the weather increases in volume, but other than that there’s no indication of what’s on the other side.

Steve has his back to you so you don’t see his eyes go wide, but you do hear a soft, “Wh- What the fuck?”

Robin being Robin, and perpetually thinking about her stomach, she says,

“What is it, doofus? Pleeease tell me it’s Jonathon and Argyle dropping by from Cali with some delicious Surfer Boy pizza??”

“Uh, no, it’s, uh- You know what? Maybe you should just come and see for yourself. Wait, scratch that, just the adults.”

Knowing this will unwittingly pique the interest of the kids more than if he’d just allowed everyone to come look, you and Robin glance at each other before quickly rising and moving to the door.

Steve closes it and takes off the chain, opening it wide as the three of you arrive, the kids following close behind and trying to look between you.

There, hunched, shivering, soaking wet and covered in mud, is your friend. The one who’d died saving the town. The one they’d buried only a few days ago, after he’d been lying on a slab in a lab somewhere for weeks.

Eddie.

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[jeannineee]

For the smut prompts:

C,F, #15, #16 with Cassian pretty please🙏🙏🙏

Make Me

Cassian x Reader

a/n: Cassian could get it anytime!! Anyway!! More prompts here. This one is a bit longer than I was expecting lol. I have more works coming w/ Manon, Ruhn, Lucien, and Hunt!!

nsfw under the cut (18+ please)

C: hatefucking

F: Impact play

15: “Wanna act like a brat? You can get fucked like a brat.”

16: “Keep your mouth shut.” “Make me.”

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You loathed Cassian from the day you met him.

You’d tried to keep things professional with him, during your Valkyrie training, but he was fucking insufferable.

Yet a part of you still wanted him.

Even Azriel had noticed that Cassian was noticeably harder on you than the other recruits.

And on the off chance you and Cassian had to interact with each other outside of training? Cauldron spare whoever had to be around the two of you.

Tonight, unfortunately was one of those times.

It was Solstice. You’d planned on staying home, but Feyre invited—forced—you to attend the party she threw with Rhys.

The main room had been far too crowded for your tastes, so you went outside to the balcony, savoring the cool air against the skin that wasn’t covered by your dress.

“Of course,” a rough voice sounded to your right.

Cassian.

Just your luck.

“Fuck off. I’m not in the mood tonight,” you muttered, not even sparing a glance at the general.

“I was out here first,” Cassian replied, taking another step towards you.

“Congratulations. This balcony is more than large enough for two people.”

Cassian scoffed. “There is no space large enough to spare me from the inconvenience that is you.”

You laughed bitterly, finally turning to face him. You tried not to stare at him too intently as you spoke. “That’s big vocabulary for you, Cas. Read a few books recently?”

“Fuck you,” he spat, baring his teeth in a snarl.

You grinned wickedly. “You’d like to, wouldn’t you?”

For the first time in the two decades you’d known him, Cassian froze. Only for a moment, but still. “Speak for yourself,” he finally muttered, beginning to walk away.

“Oh, I get it, now. That’s why you hate me so much,” you said, laughing. “You wanna fuck me so badly it makes you hate me.”

Cassian whirled on you, his face suddenly so close to yours you could see his blown pupils, feel his breath against your lips.

“Keep your mouth shut,” Cassian sneered, grabbing the hair at the nape of your neck.

“Make me.”

Cassian’s expression was nothing short of feral as he yanked you towards him, and shot off into the sky, towards the House of Wind.

You shoved at his chest as he flew, cursing him to hell and back even after he landed, dragging you to his bedroom.

“You fucking prick,” you shouted, sending your palm towards Cassian’s face.

He easily caught your hand, pulling you forward until your chest was flush against his. “Take your dress off,” he said, his voice low and even.

You couldn’t deny the heat pooling between your legs at his tone, but you tilted your chin defiantly. “No.”

Cassian grinned, but there was no kindness in the action. “You don’t want to test me, y/n.”

“Go fuck your—“

Cassian threw you over his shoulder, tossing you on his bed hard enough that you bounced. “I can fuck you with the dress on. Get on your hands and knees.”

You glared at him, unable to think of another quick remark.

“Hands and knees. Now,” Cassian growled.

You bit the inside of your cheek until it bled, before swallowing your pride, turning and bracing yourself on your hands and knees.

“You actually know how to follow orders,” Cassian remarked, his hands ghosted over the backs of your thighs, before lifting your ass further into the air.

“Fuck you.”

“I’m getting to that, don’t you worry.” Cassian replied, pulling your dress over your hips. “Wanna act like a brat? You can get fucked like a brat.”

The sound of your underwear tearing rang through your ears before you had the chance to protest.

“Won’t be needing these,” Cassian muttered.

“I liked those, asshole.”

“I’ll buy you a new pair,” he said casually, before smacking your ass, just hard enough for you to feel a sting.

“Guess your training with me is paying off,” he said, slapping your ass again, admiring the way it jiggled.

“Oh, fuck off,” you said, before yelping as his palm connected to you again.

Cassian chuckled. “I mean, I’ll stop if you want me to, but this…” he trailed off for a moment, prodding a finger through your glistening folds, “…you’re so wet for me, sweetheart. I don’t think you want me to stop.”

Sweetheart. He’d never called you that before. Cauldron damn the feeling it sent through your chest.

Cassian smacked your ass again, bringing you back to reality. “I need you to tell me if you want me to stop,” he said, rubbing your now-sore skin.

“Don’t stop,” you replied immediately, internally cursing yourself for the desperation in your voice.

If Cassian noticed your tone, he didn’t say anything about it as he undid his trousers, lining his cock up with your entrance.

He slid into you with a groan, only giving you a few moments to adjust to his size before gripping your ass hard enough to bruise, thrusting relentlessly.

“Gods, your cunt is squeezing me so tight,” Cassian said breathlessly, landing another slap to your backside.

“Just shut up and fuck me,” you said in between moans, your hands helplessly grasping the sheets.

“Why? You don’t like it when I tell you how good you feel? How well you take my cock?”

The way your cunt clenched around him in response told him all he needed to know.

Between his filthy mouth, and the way he was fucking you, you knew you weren’t lasting long. By the sounds of it, neither was Cassian.

“Cassian—fuck—I’m so close,” you whimpered out, you legs shaking as your release approached.

The need in your voice almost had Cassian finishing on the spot. “Fuck, sweetheart. Show me how good my cock makes you feel. Come for me.”

You practically screamed his name as your orgasm ripped through you.

Cassian’s thrusts grew sloppier as he chased his own high, your name falling from his lips as he spilled into you.

You collapsed on the bed, utterly spent. Cassian tucked himself away, before laying next to you.

The feeling of his body heat snapped you out of your own head, and you sat up quickly. “I should go,” you said, adjusting your dress, rising from the bed.

You were almost to the door when Cassian spoke up.

“You can—you can stay. If you want.”

You turned to face him again. “I wouldn’t expect you to want to spend the night with someone you hate.”

Cassian smiled, softer than you’d ever seen him. “I don’t hate you. But you don’t have to stay, if you don’t want to.”

After a moment of battling with your thoughts, you caved.

As you climbed into bed beside him, resting your head on his chest as though you’d done it thousands of times, you said, “This doesn’t mean that I like you, just so we’re clear.”

Cassian laughed, the warm and hearty sound reverberating through your bones. “That’s okay, sweetheart.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Why, afraid it might make you like me?”

“Shut up,” you murmured, on the brink of sleep.

Cassian laughed again. “There’s the y/n I know.”

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can you write something supercorp where lena has to do a public announcement but is obviously sick and is doing a bad job at hiding it bc shes sneezy and sniffly? Please 🙏

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〚 Notes - This request was super super cute and I had fun writing it :D Im still super open for requests too, I might update my prompt list later today! 〛

〚 Pairing - Supercorp 〛

〚 Summary - After buying Catco Lena has to announce it to the public - just her luck that she ends up sick on the day of the announcement 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1700 〛

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Lena Luthor, CEO of L-Corp and scientific genius. The last thing anyone expected of her was to buy CatCo Media. 

Yet, here she was, the day of the announcement. Some might’ve expected her to be beaming with excitement or enthusiasm. Any two would be a normal reaction to such a big day but excitement was certainly not the emotion was she currently feeling. 

Sat in her brand-new office, Lena sniffled and rubbed her red, irritated nose with a tissue, crumpling it into a ball before tossing it into a nearby wastebasket. She had been dealing with this cold for a couple of days now, and it seemed to be getting worse at the most inconvenient time possible - much to the worry of her girlfriend. 

Her head was pounding, and her nose felt like it was on fire. She sniffled and reached for another tissue, but to her dismay, the box was empty. "Of course.” she muttered to herself, frustrated at her lack of preparation. She rummaged through her desk drawers, desperately searching for any spare tissues, but to no avail. Just great. 

The press announcement was scheduled to start in just a few minutes, and Lena knew she couldn't delay it. CatCo's employees were already gathering in the conference room, and reporters were waiting downstairs.  

This deal was significant for both L-Corp and CatCo, and she didn't want to disappoint anyone, especially not the CatCo staff who were looking forward to a new beginning under her ownership. Not only that, with her the weight of her last name constantly overshadowing her work, it was imperative this went as smooth as possible.  

And so, she stood up shakily, trying to collect herself despite feeling so under the weather. Her vision blurred for a moment, but she steadied herself on the edge of the desk until the dizziness passed. She knew she had to just make it through this announcement, and then she’d be swiftly taken home by the blonde Kyrptonian who was anxiously waiting to dote over her. 

The large double doors of the conference room sneaked open as Lena quietly came in - she wasn’t one for making scenes - the room was packed with bustling reporters from across the city and she tried desperately to land on Kara’s soft familiar eyes in the crowd. Lena had no such luck however, not with all these people constantly moving, but she did see the hurried form of her assistant rushing over towards her. 

“Are you sure you should be doing this, Ms. Luthor? You don’t look well at all. Should I call Kara? I think one of the security guys pulled her aside for a moment.” She said, nodding over towards the front of the stage where Lena recognised Alex in her DEO issued security vest talking with Kara. So thats where she was. 

"I'll be fine," Lena managed to say with a forced smile, trying to hide the severity of her illness, “Everything will be fine.” Her tone wavered a little, almost as if she didn’t quite believe herself there. 

“Lena!” The worried voice of Kara was instantly at her side as she approached the stage, “Sorry I had to talk with my sister for a second there. Are you feeling any better than this morning?” 

She shook her head. Kara had tried so hard to convince her to postpone this morning, but the Luthor was stubborn, and she muffled a hoarse cough before replying, “Kara, love. You don’t need to worry so much, it’ll be fine…” She shivered, a sharp chill running down her body – her low cutting shirt did little to ward off the cold. 

The blonde sighed, taking off her thin cardigan and pulling it around her shoulders. There wasn’t much more she could do. Maybe if there weren’t so many people, she would’ve just flown her home there and then. “Just... don’t push it. I’ll be right behind you.” Kara whispered, taking the Luthor’s hand as they both stepped on stage before the Kyrptonian took a few steps back to let Lena have the podium. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for being here today," Lena began, her raspy voice in stark contrast to her usual confident tone. "I'm here to announce that L-Corp has officially acquired CatCo Media. We believe that this acquisition will lead to exciting new opportunities for both companies and revolutionise the media industry." 

She tried her hardest to focus on her prepared speech, but her congested sinuses made it difficult to enunciate her words clearly. Not only that but every word she spoke felt like a struggle, and she had to suppress several sneezes that were threatening to escape. Which worked…for about 30 seconds. 

"Hh'uhh… hih'schhh! Ehh'tschh!" Lena's face scrunched up as she stifled the sneezes, her cheeks turning slightly pink from both the effort and embarrassment. 

Whispers started to spread among the audience, and Lena's assistant discreetly handed her a glass of water. She took a sip to soothe her throat and continued, attempting to maintain her composure. But as she spoke, her voice grew progressively weaker and more congested. 

Kara stepped closer; concern etched on her face. "Lena, honey, if you’re not up to this we can reschedule. People will understand.” 

"No," Lena insisted, her voice wavering. "I can't… hh'uhh… afford to postpone this. It's… important."  

With some heavy reluctance Kara left her side and Lena continued to soldier on, determined not to let this overshadow the significance of the announcement. But the more she spoke, the worse she felt. Her nose was running, her head was spinning, and her body was growing weaker with every passing moment. 

Just as Lena was about to conclude her speech, she let out a sudden, powerful sneeze that she couldn't hold back any longer.  

"Hh’hhiii…Hh’iishieew!" The sneeze echoed through the room, and Lena's shoulders slumped as she tried to catch her breath. Kara was by her side in an instant, keeping her steady arm wrapped around the Luthor’s waist.  

“You’re okay, you’re okay.” Kara whispered as she saw the panic settling into her girlfriend’s eyes as turning her head to avoid her lips being read, “Sweetheart just wrap things up now, you’ve done more than enough here now.” 

The audience was now fully aware of her condition. Some looked concerned, some sympathetic, and some even suggested calling off the rest of event but Lena raised a hand, signalling that she had a few more words to say. 

"I apologise for my condition, as you can see from this spectacle I’m just as human as the rest of you." she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper but it earned a small chuckle from the crowd, "I am truly excited about this acquisition, but it seems my body has other plans. Rest assured, though, that CatCo is in excellent hands, and I will ensure its continued success." 

With that Lena turned away from the podium, straight into the waitings arms of Kara who carefully helped her down. The room was filled with a mix of applause and sympathetic murmurs, and Lena could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment as the blonde ushered her back up to her office. 

“You did so well love.” Kara whispered one they shut the door behind them before reaching out to move the several stray strands of hair which had fallen out of place and in front of the Luthor’s eyes, “Oh baby, you’re really burning up here, aren’t you?” She whispered, as her hand moved to press against her forehead. 

“Do you think they accepted it?” Lena mumbled in reply, her feverish head still swamped up in work. 

“Of course, they did, you made everyone proud out there today.” The blonde gently soothed her nerves before nudging her back to the prior conversation, “Should we get you home then love? Come on, I’ll fly us just this once.” Kara didn’t like to use her powers for personal reasons but flying was the fastest way to get her home. 

As they stepped outside, Kara noticed the chilly evening air. She gently wrapped her red cape around Lena, providing her some extra warmth, and then scooped her up into her arms with ease.  

Lena snuggled closer, resting her head on Kara's shoulder, finding comfort in the warmth of her super-powered girlfriend. 

Kara's flight back to Lena's apartment was swift, and she gently landed on the balcony. She carefully carried Lena inside, making sure not to jostle her too much. Once in the living room, Kara set Lena down on the soft, plush sofa, and Lena immediately sank into the cushions, her eyelids heavy with fatigue. 

"Stay right here, love. I'll get you some water and a few blankets," Kara said, her voice soft and soothing. She quickly went to the kitchen and fetched a glass of water, along with a couple of blankets from the bedroom. As she returned to the living room, she saw Lena already lying down, her eyes closed. 

Kara couldn't help but smile at the sight of her girlfriend looking so vulnerable and cute, even in her current state. She gently draped the blankets over Lena, making sure she was warm and comfortable. Kara then sat down next to her on the sofa, stroking Lena's hair tenderly. 

Lena stirred slightly, mumbling incoherently, and Kara couldn't make out what she was saying. But it didn't matter; she knew Lena was exhausted and needed rest. The Kryptonian leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Lena's forehead. 

"Just sleep, Lena," Kara whispered. "I'll be right here, watching over you." 

Lena's hand weakly reached out and grasped Kara's, holding it tightly. "Mmm, 'ove you," she mumbled drowsily. 

"I love you too," Kara replied, her heart swelling with affection for the woman before her. She stayed by Lena's side, keeping a watchful eye as her girlfriend's breathing gradually steadied and deepened, indicating she had finally fallen asleep. 

And a watchful eye she kept indeed. Throughout the rest of the day Kara stayed back her side, ready with soothing words when fever fuelled nightmares plagued her dreams or when fits of coughing left her unable to rest. Through it all Kara was there, holding her close and never letting go. 

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First kisses with Rhett Abbott please 🙏

Kiss Prompts!

sure thing!

Your return to Amelia County hasn't been under the rosiest of circumstances.

Your plans after college just haven't panned out the way you'd like, and coming home has been a bit of a gut punch—almost as much of a gut punch as running into one of your oldest friends. You hadn't told anyone that you were coming back to town, hoping to avoid the reunions and questions, and planning on innocuously hiding out in your parents' spare room until you could afford to move out again.

Sure, you and Rhett had been close in high school, and yes, you'd had the worst of all crushes on him—but he'd been so far gone over Maria at that point that you hadn't said a damn thing. When you run into him while grabbing supplies for your mother's horses, you're both surprised and flustered, tripping over your words as you exchange numbers.

When he reaches out, you figure you'll just grab a drink together, but he's driven you out into one of his family's pastures, and the two of you spread out the blankets that he'd brought before piling into the bed of the truck.

You'd missed the sea of stars when you'd been the city, and you'd been happy to settle down and peer up at the sky. You can feel the warmth of Rhett's body beside yours, hear the whine of the country music still spilling out of the cab of the truck (though you'd scolded and warned him that he was going to kill his battery).

"C'mon," He urges, scooching out of the truck bed and turning to face you again.

"What?"

"C'mere," Rhett takes hold of your hand, tugging you out of the bed of the truck. You groan a little bit, wriggling out of the plush blanket that you've been lounging in.

"Watch it, Abbott," You chuckle, "One of my legs is asleep."

He smiles, lighting up the evening just a touch.

"May I have this dance?"

Now, your ear catches on the soft crooning as Rhett brings you back down to Earth with him, and your brows raise. There have been stirrings all night, sure. Fond old feelings have risen up from their graves, taunting you as he'd shifted in close, as he'd murmured like the two of you were in the middle of a library and not in the middle of a pasture that you have all to yourselves. If you'd been a little more hopeful, you might've told yourself that his looks and scant touches have lingered.

But this little offer is something that you can't talk yourself out of reading into.

"Of course."

Rhett's hand tightens around yours as the other smooths around your waist. You rest your free hand on his shoulder, smiling as he gently draws you closer. You're surprised as he holds your gaze, your face warming as he seems to look right into your heart.

"I never thought I'd see you back here," He admits. Your gaze drops to his chest then, and you swallow past the lump in your throat.

"Never thought I'd be back here, either."

"You sorry you are?"

"...Not sorry," You shrug. "But...I don't know. It doesn't exactly feel great."

Rhett hums sympathetically as he leads the two of you in your gentle turning and swaying.

"Well, circumstances aside, I'm glad your back."

"Oh? Why's that?"

Your heart ticks up in your chest as you feel Rhett's thumb stroke gently over your back.

"Just felt like we never had enough time."

"You missed me?" You can't help but scoff a laugh. You know that it's a mistake as Rhett's face falls, lips pursing into a frown.

"Of course I missed you." His tone is so sincere that it makes your stomach flip. You tighten your grip on his, shifting just a little closer to him with your next step.

"I missed you, too."

Rhett's lips quirk into a smile as he nods.

"Good," He murmurs. "Do me a favor and don't go runnin' off again for a little while?"

"How long's a little while?"

"Let's not worry about that," He laughs, shaking his head as the two of you come to a stop, even as the music plays on.

"I gotta plan, Rhett."

"Think I could figure into that somewhere?"

"My plan?"

"Mhm."

Rhett nods again, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips and up again so quickly that you damn near miss it. Your tongue darts nervously over your dry lips, heart skipping a beat as his eyes drop again to track the movement.

"Sure," You manage. "Do you have any idea how you'd like to figure in?"

Rhett's hand smooths down your back before he curls his arm around your waist, drawing you into his chest. Your eyes close as he rests his temple against yours.

"I've got a couple."

His breath brushes against your jaw as he says so. You can hardly hear the music on the radio over the way your blood is roaring in your ears. Your heart is practically leaping out of your chest—can he feel it? You turn your head toward him a touch, breath hitching as his lips press against your cheek. You each turn your heads just a little bit more, the tips of your noses brushing. You can't bring yourself to open your eyes, certain that you'll somehow shatter the moment. Rhett shifts against you again, his fingers tightening in the fabric of your shirt as his other hand intertwines with yours.

You dare peek at him then, and find Rhett watching you closely. You tip your head back just a touch, gaze drifting to his lips before meeting his eye. You tip your chin up, hesitantly pressing your lips to his, eyes wide open and on his. He watches you, too, gently dropping a kiss to your lips in turn. You get another peck before Rhett tips his head, taking your lower lip between his and giving it a tender suck. You manage to watch him for just a moment more before your eyelashes flutter, then close at the feeling of him giving your lip a nip. You groan softly at the sting, unable to help it. Before your mortification can get the better of you, Rhett lets go of your hand, grasping your cheek and keeping you closer.

You hum, sliding your hand up to tangle in his hair as you trade tender kisses in the dark.

[stranded-labyrinth]

fic prompt: Bella, Jack, Alana, and Will all invited to dinner at hannibals not long after Will is released from the bshci, from Bella's pov (I know you are doing a fic with roll swap bella as head of the bhu so I'm hoping you've got some opinions on her pov 🥰🙏)

hello!! i have many opinions on Mrs. Crawford indeed :] this definitely isn't canon compliant, i just have many feelings about her and Will. forgive the copious amounts of Alana bashing as well LOL. i don't see Bella as being a particularly angry person, but this is the woman who open palm slapped Hannibal Lecter, so I'm sure she can be confrontational if she'd like to be.

i wrote this all in one sitting, and it wasn't entirely meant to capture all of how i imagine her vibe to be given that it's a very limited set of interactions. i hope you enjoy regardless :]

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He hadn’t looked up at the others the entire evening.

The fourth guest seemed content with his solitude even amongst others, though the way his whole being looked tense said otherwise. He avoided conversation, or at least he avoided starting one. He had greeted Bella politely, of course, but he really only seemed to be speaking to Jack with any degree of normalcy. Hannibal and Alana both received pointed replies, despite this being Hannibal’s home. Even so, the doctor didn’t seem to mind. 

Of course, it made sense that he was used to Will’s prickliness. Alana, on the other hand, was none too pleased.

Bella was far from a stupid woman. She could see the tension in the air like knives pointed at each of the three of them. 

Hannibal seemed content with the knife pointed at him, or at least neutral about it. He knew that there was bound to be plenty of lingering frustration, and if he hadn’t been perfectly fine with fostering its steady ease away, he wouldn’t have invited them to dine with him. 

Alana hated the existence of the knives, but she did, quite frankly, nothing to point them away. She added to their sharpness, whatever agitation she held being bound to her dynamic with the other two. Even while her supposed boyfriend hardly spared her visible discontentment a passing glance.

Then there was Will. Will was all too aware of the knives pointed at each of them, and he was equally as aware of his role in their sharpness. He didn’t seem to even try to dissuade anyone from looking at him as though he were partially guilty. Maybe he had tired of doing that weeks ago.

Jack’s stories told Bella that that was indeed what had happened.

Bella could understand the animosity between Will and Hannibal, having heard plenty about whatever the hell was going on with those two. Jack had hoped to spare his wife the more grueling details, but he should have known better than to pretend as though he could hide something like that from her. 

Besides, how exactly would that affect how she acted towards Hannibal at dinner? She had the distinct memory of how the side of his face felt when connecting with her palm months prior, and that had been the last she’d seen of him. Clearly, the man held no grudges with anyone at the table.

But no, something at that table was new. Something at that table didn’t sit right with her.

She had previously believed Dr. Bloom to be more professional than this.

Bella wasn’t going to pull any pity cards with Will. He was a grown man, and to be quite frank, he had gotten on in his adulthood just fine without some looming mother figure. But her husband had already earned the nickname “Uncle Jack”, and for good reason. Therefore, she could be forgiven for growing ever so slightly protective of her apparent nephew figure during that dinner.

She hadn’t met the man before. It felt awful to admit, but it was the truth. She knew about him through the stories Jack told, and by the time they had made it to this point, Bella felt as though she knew the man as well as Jack did. All that had been missing was seeing him in person.

What she saw in person was, in fact, a man affected by the isolation from his peers. Bella wasn’t going to pity a man who could do without it, but that didn’t mean a complete lack of sympathy. Or empathy, for that matter.

For a man who empathized with everyone, hardly anyone empathized with him.

“Shocked to see you eating tuna,” Alana had said rather abruptly during dinner, her eyes just barely lifting at the man across from her. “Would’ve thought you’d prefer something you caught yourself, like trout.”

Will’s brow furrowed immediately, and he opened his mouth to speak, but Hannibal spoke first.

“He did indeed catch our dinner, Alana,” Hannibal steadily corrected. “He is a skilled fisherman after all.”

On the outside, it could have been a perfectly normal interaction. An old friend who didn’t know much about fishing, and a swift but polite correction.

Except for the look on that woman’s face.

By God, if Bella could describe any look as sour, it would be that one.

Bella may not have known Alana for long, but good Lord, she was beginning to dislike the woman. In any other atmosphere, Dr. Bloom had a constant air of professionalism, a friendly demeanor, even. But here, for some reason, if she didn’t like what she saw, she felt the need to poke and prod until it got worse. Jack had once described Dr. Bloom as someone who couldn’t help dissecting people, given her field of work. Bella was beginning to wonder if the dissection was less for the sake of understanding the anatomy, and more for the sake of watching a thing bleed.

Alana, dropping the purse of her lips as though suddenly remembering that dinner with guests was no place for behaving the way an angry girlfriend could behave behind closed doors (Bella would know), raised her brows instead as she poked at the fish on her plate, as though suddenly less interested in it now that she knew of its origins.

“Shocked to see you bringing food to his house, Will,” she said, once again giving him the briefest of glances. “Given the way you usually are with him, that is.”

Pause.

Bella glanced at Jack across the table, trying to confirm through their eyes that she heard what she had just heard.

“He accepted the offer,” Will said flatly. It was less of a blunt, irritated statement, and more of an emotion crafted out of months of exhaustion having to defend himself.

“Still,” Alana said with a shrug. “Just surprising.”

“I’m sure the two grown men can figure their boundaries out,” Bella spoke up at last.

Alana seemed shocked, as did Will for a second. Hannibal gazed over at her, but gave nothing more than a small smile. Alana finally ducked her head back down, wordlessly returning to the insulted fish.

Bella wondered who raised that woman.

“It turned out great either way,” Bella said, casting Will a friendly smile. “You certainly know how to catch ‘em.”

Will glanced at her, flashing her a brief smile before returning to his food.

“He’s certainly good at hooking things,” Alana attempted to joke. The passive aggression shot through the room with a steady ricochet. Will’s shoulders tensed.

Hannibal gazed at Alana. His face gave nothing away, but Bella hoped at least that even he was displeased.

Alana glanced around her, then stood, excusing herself before heading off in the direction Bella assumed the bathroom was in.

Bella rose soon after, excusing herself as well.

Jack looked as though he wanted death to embrace him, but he knew better than to stop her. She had been holding her tongue for most of the conversation, save for trying to steer it away from the negativity, only for Dr. Bloom to drag it right back there. And how could Jack possibly blame his bride for acting on a sense that he likely instilled in her over the past year or so that he’d known Will? 

When Bella stepped into the hall, Alana looked momentarily shocked to see her. That was, until she registered the look on Bella’s face.

“Mrs. Crawford,” Alana said with a sigh. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that back there.”

“I’m not the one who needs the apology,” Bella said with an agitated incline of her head. “May I ask what has you so bothered tonight, Dr. Bloom?”

Alana’s brows furrowed for a moment, before she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

“I don’t know if I can trust Will around him,” she said at last. “Not after everything. I’m not even sure why Hannibal invited him.”

Bella felt her blood hit its boiling point.

“Dr. Bloom,” Bella said, slowly, “are you aware of any part of what has happened to Will Graham during these past few months?”

“Of course I am,” Alana said, exasperated. “But–”

“Then surely you’re aware,” Bella interrupted, “that he very nearly lost his life. The death penalty was on the table, Dr. Bloom. For crimes he didn’t commit. You may not care, but that man in there–” Bella was pointing now, arm stretched out towards the dining room– “has been through nothing but hell. He doesn’t need you adding to it.”

“Hannibal very nearly lost his life,” Alana bit back, “when Will sent a man to kill him.”

“And Dr. Lecter doesn’t seem all too pressed about that, does he?” Bella asked. “He’s clearly comfortable enough to invite the man into his home. His home, Alana Bloom, unless you’ve miraculously moved in over the course of dinner.”

Alana’s jaw seemed to drop for a moment, before she picked it back up again.

“With all due respect, Mrs. Crawford,” she began, “Will has killed a man.”

“With all due respect, Dr. Bloom,” Bella said right back, “so has Dr. Lecter.”

Alana wanted nothing more than to argue, it was apparent on her face. But she couldn’t, could she? Garrett Jacob Hobbs had already killed someone in front of them, and was moving to kill his daughter when Will shot him. Tobias Budge had killed Hannibal’s patient, then moved to kill him. Alana couldn’t argue one as being more damning than the other without sounding like a hypocrite, or sounding as though she hadn’t cared about Abigail’s life, which was far from true.

“Will may have intense empathy, but I was unaware that you had none at all,” Bella said at last. “Feel free to rejoin us when you’re ready to get through a conversation without trying to bite somebody’s head off.”

Bella turned, heading back towards the dining room. She glanced over her shoulder.

“Nice to meet you, by the way.”

She briefly ignored the looks she received as she reentered, taking her seat once more, before finally gazing around her.

Jack couldn’t help but look mildly impressed, though it was Will whose look she cared about. He was at least mildly stunned, clearly not used to someone standing up for him. She knew at that moment, having known the man for all of half an hour, that she would gladly do so again.

Hannibal gave an amused smile to the faces at the table. “Would you look at that? Even bathroom breaks in my home turn themselves into social gatherings.”

Will was the only one having to stifle a laugh. 

[sillyrabbit81]

Hi, can you please write something about Sy finding out his girlfriend has a box of everything that reminds her of him, like pictures, the ticket of the first movie they saw together, the ticket of the coffee shop from where they first met, a picture of the first time he came back from deployment, all his letters, the first flower he gave her and all those things?

Hi Anon. Thanks for the prompt, it was fun! I did combine the prompt with another from the Prompt Fairy:

PROMPT FAIRY back again with a new challenge.

"Moving day"

Good luck!

Summary: Sy helps you to pack your stuff to move into his house. He finds your box of memories and it brings up an unexpected question.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: approx 1k

Warnings: Fluff to angst to smut, sex (p in v)

Authors note: Thanks to @amberangel112 for her beta read. And thanks to @diegos-butt for our chat about this story, you were lovely to chat to 🙏

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Moving Day

You weren’t surprised when Sy asked you to move in with him days after he came back from his second deployment. What you were surprised at was the speed at which he moved once you said yes. He cleaned out his spare room where he kept his gym equipment telling you that was your space now, a place for your books, records and other treasures while he moved his equipment to his garage. He cleaned out half his closet and draws, and some shelves in his lounge room and bathroom, all to make sure you had enough room for your things.

Within a week he was ready for you and you had barely started packing. He came over and helped you, laughing as you went through your years of acquired knickknacks and junk. He laughed at your high school year book, your old college assignments, the half-finished craft projects you had attempted over the years and given up on.

You were packing up your closet, and Sy was pulling down the old shoe boxes that littered the top shelf when one surprisingly heavy one slipped from his grasp. You watched as he got on his haunches and started putting what may have been seen as a random assortment of junk back in the box until he noticed the letters tied with ribbon.

He sat on his ass then, legs crossed in front of him, and you saw him smile as he removed an envelope from the bundle and pulled the letter out.

He started reading, grinning as he did and said, “Jesus, Darlin’, I don’t know how you put up with me in these letters. I sound like a nine-year-old girl writing to their pen pal for the first time.”

You sat beside him and pulled another one out, handing it to him. “You got better at it,” you said.

It was your favourite, written towards the end of his first deployment when he first signed off with the words, “I love you.” You leaned your head on him, reading the contents you know by heart over his shoulder.

He put his arm around you and he chuckled, “I suppose I did.” He looked at the rest of the scattered memorabilia. “What else you got here?”

You picked up a red rose, dried and pressed. “Remember giving me that?” you asked.

“From my Momma’s rose bush,” he laughed. “She was mighty pissed off with me when she saw I had cut it off.”

You picked up the loyalty card of the coffee shop you used to go to, the place you had first met. “You never used this?” he asked. “Damn, I kept going back and getting that awful coffee every day for two weeks hoping to see you again.”

He picked up the movie ticket stub from your first date, the road map you used on your trip to Austin, and flipped through the numerous loose pictures of the two of you.

“You kept all of this Darlin’?”

“Yeah, helps me feel close to you when you’re away,” you said.

Sy was quiet as he carefully packed everything away into the shoe box. It was filled to the brim, nearly overflowing and the lid didn’t sit right.

“When we get to my place, how about I give you a box from my size 13’s?”

“Yeah I may need it,” you said, your heart sinking. You’ve been with Sy through two deployments, you know there’s going to be a third and fourth and maybe more. If he even makes it home to you.

You felt Sy’s hand on your neck, and he used his thumb to lift your chin. “I shouldn’t have asked you to move in with me,” he said in a low voice. “I shoulda asked you to marry me.”

Grinning you said, “Woulda, shoulda, coulda, Sy.”

He smiled but didn’t laugh, “How ‘bout it Darlin’?”

“Wait, you’re serious,” you said, surprised.

Sy brought you onto his lap, lifting your leg over his. Cupping your cheeks, he kissed you.

“Deadly serious,” he said. “I don’t think I could leave you again without knowin’ I was coming home to you as my wife.” Tears welled in your eyes. The reality of his job hit you in the chest again, taking your breath away, just as it did every time. “I don’t have a ring or anything, but I’ll get one. I just need to know you’ll say yes.”

You didn’t even need to think about it, you knew he was the man you wanted to marry the moment you saw him came back from his first deployment.

“Of course I will, Sy.”

You saw the relief on his face as you said yes. He smiled, then his brows furrowed, then he smiled again, then he got that look, that look that made your knees weak and your heart rate increase.

“I love you,” he growled.

He didn’t give you a chance to respond as his mouth covered yours. His hand went to your neck, the other wrapped around your waist, and he drew you closer and closer. His kiss was rough and needy, dominating yet desperate, like he wanted to consume you, his hunger too strong.

You slid your hands under his shirt, your mouth catching his groans as your nails grip his back. Sy’s hands started clawing and your leggings, pulling them off one leg. You undid his belt at the same time, opening his jeans. He lifted both you and his ass off the floor and pushed his pants down his thighs. It was primal, uncomfortable, unromantic on the floor of your closet, but neither of you cared, the urge to feel each other was too much.

Without breaking your kisses, he entered you, filling you completely. It didn’t matter that it was on the floor, empty boxes all around, clothes piled up high ready to be packed. You both felt the need too intensely to even contemplate going somewhere more comfortable. The only comfort you needed was in each other’s arms.

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[jerzwriter]

Great (un)Expectations

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Casey MacTavish)

Rating: Teen

Summary: Positively unexpected news comes Casey & Ethan’s way.

Category: Fluff with some angst.

Warnings: Pregnancy

A/N: Reader request from the prompt list “101 Ways to Say I Love You” 'I want to start a family of our own...' for E&C please 🙏

A/N 1: This is a one-off – not part of my HC for Ethan & Casey. Posted as part of @openheartfanfics Trope of the week: Pregnancy See additional notes at end of the fic.

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“Case! Our ride is going to be here in five minutes. Are you coming?”

Shock. That was the only word to describe it. She could hear the exasperation in Jackie’s voice increasing with every tick of the clock, but she could not bring herself to reply. She couldn’t bring herself to answer even if she tried.

“Casey!” Jackie hammered at the door. “The car is almost here, and they only have to wait five minutes for us. Is today the day you want to be late?”

“Uh, no. No, of course not. Jackie, head down without me. I won’t be long.”

“Are you alright? Are you sick or something?”

“Or something…” Casey mumbled.

“What?”

“Uh, just an upset stomach. Case of nerves, I guess.”

“Well, you better get past it. This is a big day for you. Let’s go!”

She showed no sign of heeding her friend’s words as her eyes remained transfixed on the plastic stick clutched in her hand. Two lines. Two. Freaking. Lines. Of all the signs that led her to believe she might be pregnant, morning sickness hadn’t been one of them, but boy did she feel queasy now.

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Milicent Sanchez, the newly elected Mayor of Boston, was touring Edenbrook today. She was acutely aware of Casey's work to attain funds to expand the community health clinic at Edenbrook and insisted on her being present. Ethan had beamed with pride when he conveyed the message to Casey.

“She would be coming sooner, but her chief-of-staff said she refused to come unless it was a day when Dr. MacTavish would be available.”

It seemed so far away at the time, it was hard to believe the day had arrived. This would be a significant moment in her career for her future…

And this is the moment you thought would be perfect for taking a pregnancy test, Casey! Sure, you’re 3-weeks late, but would 3-weeks and 12-hours have made much of a difference? Ugh.

Casey slid the test into a Ziploc bag and stuffed it into the bottom of her purse. She decided to stop beating herself for her impulsivity; it was over, and there was nothing she could do about it now. Her nervous breakdown would need to be postponed until after she dealt with the day's events. They sure didn’t teach her how to cope with this in med school.

“Casey, if you don’t get out here, I’m going to have….”

“I’m ready,” she smiled, bouncing out of the bathroom with such inflated vigor that Jackie was immediately suspicious, “Let’s do this.”

Since it was a special day, they decided to take an Uber to the hospital and spare themselves from getting jostled around on the T. Jackie was excited and rambled endlessly about how important it was to make the right impression, how they could help Edenbrook and, more importantly, people like her and Casey, who did not grow up with much to call their own.

Usually, Casey would have been delighted to see Jackie so enthusiastic, but all she could only focus on today was the phone in the palm of her hand. She had started to compose a text to Ethan three different times, each time deleting the whole thing in frustration. So she gazed at his picture instead, as if that would somehow help. She tried to imagine what he would say when she told him. For a moment, she let herself fantasize about him being happy, joyful even. Their own little Hallmark movie sort of ending. Then she remembered, she didn’t like Hallmark movies, and Ethan would probably convulse if ever forced to sit through one.

He had been pretty clear in the past, kids were not in the cards for him, and now she was about to walk in and shuffle that whole deck.

Is he going to be mad?

What if he doesn’t want this?

What if he doesn’t want me?

What if he thinks I’m trying to trap him?

What if he…

“Casey. Casey! CASEY!”

On the third yell, Casey nearly jumped out of her seatbelt.

“Oh, what?”

“You haven’t heard a word I have said, have you?”

“Sure I was! You were saying, that.. uhm, you were….oh, look, we’re here.”

The women exited the car near the employee entrance on the side of the hospital. Casey attempted to rush inside, hoping Jackie would forget about her odd behavior on the ride over. But Jackie was no fool, and she grabbed her friend’s arm as she tried to run past her.

“OK, spill. What’s going on? I know you’re nervous, but you’re acting really skittish. What gives?”

Casey scrambled to think of an excuse, an excuse that someone as astute as Jackie would believe, but she came up blank. Biting her lower lip, she motioned for her to step to the side. Once there, she opened her purse and showed Jackie the test… with its two little wicked lines.

Jackie covered her mouth and gasped.

“Oh my God! Are you telling me that you’re ….”

“SHH!” Casey admonished, placing her hand over her mouth. “You have to keep your mouth shut. What are you thinking?”

“What am I thinking? I’m not the one who is… pregnant! You’re pregnant?”

“According to this, yeah, I am….”

“Casey!” She admonished, “What were you thinking?”

“I didn’t actually do it on purpose, Jackie! Could you maybe try to show a little empathy here?”

Jackie smacked herself in the head. “Sorry… I’m sorry. Did you use protection?”

“Yes, Jackie, we did… but we know nothing is 100%, and sometimes it fails, even for doctors.”

Jackie’s eyes bulged open. “Oh my God, a doctor…,” she looked around to make sure no one was around and whispered so low Casey could barely hear her, “it’s Ethan’s?”

“Well, of course, it’s Ethan’s! Who else would it be?”

“Well, I don’t know!” Jacke said, throwing her hands in the air and beginning to pace. “It’s not like you two are exactly forthcoming about the nature of your relationship. I mean, it’s impossible not to see it, but you’ve never been like… well, here’s my man.”

“Well, that’s because he’s also my boss….”

“Hmm, well, you better get past that because now he’s also your baby’s daddy.”

“Jackie!”

“What? I’m speaking the truth.”

“You know I told you in hopes that you’d help calm me down!”

“Calm you down? Calm you down? Who is going to calm me down? Sorry, girl, if you wanted calming action, you called the wrong friend! We should text Sienna….” Jackie grabbed her phone out of the pocket of her pants, “I’m texting Sienna.”

“No!” Casey said, grabbing the phone from her hands, “We have to be upstairs in fifteen minutes. No one else finds out until after, OK. Right now, two too many people know already.”

“Who? Me and Ethan?”

“No, you and me. He doesn’t know yet, so I need you to keep your shit together and not slip up, OK?”

“Wait, he doesn’t know yet?”

“I only found out a half-hour ago myself, Jackie.”

“Oh, good. It gives me a chance to evacuate the city before that explosion goes off,” Jackie let out a puff of air as a nervous smile formed on her lips. “I feel better now.”

“Jackie?” Casey whined, “Could you please….”

Jackie looked at Casey and watched as her strong façade began to fade.

“I need you right now. You’re the only one who knows, can you please,” her voice began to crack, “can you please help me be strong today.”

Casey’s eyes began to fill with tears, and her lower lip started to quiver. Jackie felt like a heel.

“OK, OK,” she said, pulling her friend in for a big hug, “I’m sorry! You know sarcasm and dry wit are my go-to coping mechanisms! But I’m summoning my inner-Sienna here, I can do this… I’ll get you through… you’re strong as hell Casey, you’ve overcome so much, you can sure as hell get through this here, OK? I’ve got you.”

“Thank you,” Casey said, leaning into her shoulders, “I need to put this out of my head until the tour is done. Can you help me do that?”

“I can. I can, just, what would Sienna do, right… I can do it. Let’s go. Let’s get you inside.”

____________________

The tour was beginning in the main lobby, and things were more chaotic there than usual. Casey and Jackie pushed their way through the crowd until they made it to the area corralled off for the media. Ethan spotted them as they were having their credentials checked and made his way over. He was wearing a new dark, grey fitted suit, and Casey was highly annoyed. He had no business looking so damn attractive when she felt like a nauseous, bloated, frazzled mess.

“Just on time as always,” he smirked.

Jackie shrugged. “Mmmm, yeah, might not be the day for sarcasm, Dr. Ramsey.”

“Coming from you of all people? I thought every day was the day for sarcasm. What makes today special?”

She raised her hands and pointed to all the commotion taking place around them. “I don’t know? All of this, perhaps?”

Ethan observed that Casey was acting sheepishly and was avoiding eye contact with him. He moved closer to her and whispered, “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah. I’m just… very nervous.”

“You? This isn’t your first media rodeo by a long shot. I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

“Yeah? Well, tell that to my nausea.”

“You don’t look nauseous,” he smiled, “you’re absolutely glowing.”

Ethan and Casey both jumped out of the way as Dr. Varma spit her coffee out.

“Jackie! We’re going to be on camera, for heaven’s sake!” Casey yelled.

“I’m sorry! It’s just, the coffee, it’s… hot.”

“I just tried some of that swill. It’s tepid at best,” Ethan’s brows furrowed. “Is everything ok? You two are just… off.”

“Ever the diagnostician,” Casey beamed. “We’ve just had a rough morning and, previous media experience or not. This is stressful.”

“Well, then best to get it out of the way. Here she comes right now,” he gently led Casey by the elbow, “let’s go.”

There were many people in attendance, so it took some time before Casey was introduced to Mayor-Elect Sanchez. Naveen simply beamed as he approached.

“And while you have not been formally introduced, I know you are already familiar with….”

“Dr. MacTavish,” she interrupted, shaking her hand, “I’m delighted to meet you. In fact, you should have been further up in the introductions,” she joked.

“Mayor-Elect Sanchez…”

“Please, call me Milicent….”

“Only if you call me Casey.”

“It’s a deal, and it’s lovely to meet you, Casey. I was so impressed with what I read about you fight for funding to expand the community clinic! When we’re done with the tour, I hope we will have time to discuss future initiatives. This is exactly the type of grass-root action I hope to see under my administration.”

“Of course, I’d be delighted to. I have plenty of other initiatives I’d like to discuss. This was just the start.”

“That’s what I like to hear!”

The tour took about an hour, and while Casey appeared peaked at times, she was so focused that she successfully put her big news out of her head, at least temporarily. That all changed when they reached the end of the tour up at the state of the art Edenbrook childcare facility.

“This is a beautiful center,” the future mayor pointed out, “but it’s seems small. Dr. MacTavish, have you thought of creative ways to go about funding an expansion here,” she smiled.

“Oh, I have, actually. The center is meant to meet the needs of our lower-waged employees first. If we do a salary analysis, we may find that we qualify for federal funding in addition to assistance from the state, plus, this is an area where private donations could be utilized as well, because….”

Casey went on to speak for five minutes straight, barely coming up for air, describing at least ten different ways to raise money for expansion. Finally, the future mayor smiled and touched Casey’s hand.

“Your enthusiasm is overwhelming, Dr. MacTavish. Tell me, do you have any children of your own.”

Jackie coughed out loud once again.

“Dr. Varma, are you OK?” Naveen asked.

“Oh, yes. Yes. Allergies… I’m so sorry.”

She squirmed uncomfortably when Casey shot daggers in her direction. Ethan caught their exchange and began to get suspicious.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve arranged a light reception in the conference room by my office, if you can please join us,” Naveen smiled.

As the crowd made their way to the elevator bank, reality began to crash down on Casey once more. She was proud of herself for staying focused and on task this morning; but as far as she was concerned, her job here was done. She informed Jackie that she was heading to the diagnostic team office. Changing into her scrubs and, if she was lucky, catching a quick nap. She needed to decide how she was going to tell Ethan, and she hoped a brief respite would help.

“You know, let me come too. I thought I could order an additional test here at the hospital, just to be sure. What do you think?”

“I mean, we could. But I took two at home and, you know as well as I do, these things are pretty accurate. But, I guess it can’t hurt.”

“Then it looks like we are doing this,” Jackie smiled. “Oh, incoming! You get rid of him, I’ll set everything up and meet you in the office in ten minutes. Deal?” she whispered as Ethan made his way over.

“Casey, aren’t you coming to the reception?”

“No. I had a rough night, and I’m exhausted. If I’m going to make rounds today, I’m going to try to catch at least a quick nap.”

He raised his eyebrow. It wasn’t like Casey to miss out on such a big event, especially for “just” being tired. He had seen her head off to the gym after working a double many times, so it didn’t and up.

“Well, I guess you know what is best. I’ll go do my part to represent the team then.”

Casey waited until he was in the elevator, then bolted in the other direction. Jackie jumped when the door to the diagnostic team office slammed open.

“What the hell, Case? You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“I’m sorry,” Casey said, throwing her bag beside her on the couch. She rubbed her temples before resting her forehead in her hands. The worry she had deftly put off was back, front and center.

“You’ll have to forgive me. This is the first time I have been sneaking around the my place of work trying to get a pregnancy test done clandestinely. I’m not up on the proper etiquette.”

Jackie scrunched down in front of Casey and clasped her hands.

“Casey, let’s get this test done and see for sure what you’re dealing with.”

“Well, hand it over,” Casey said, extending her hand, “I guess I’ll go pee once more.”

“Atta girl!”

Casey emerged from the bathroom, placing the urine sample in a bag before giving it to Jackie.

“Well, now what am I supposed to do?”

Jackie looked at her friend sympathetically and she brushed her hair out of her face.

“Oh, girl, I don’t have the answers for you. But let me get this run and, if necessary, you need to talk to Ethan. The two of you will figure it out from there.”

“Jackie, I’m so frightened. I don’t think kids were on his agenda, especially not with his freaking resident. This could hurt him… hurt me… and I don’t even know if he’ll want the baby… or me. I’m so scared.”

“I can’t tell you what he will say or do, and I know what you two have shared has been complicated. But I also know the man truly cares about you, Casey. I don’t see him walking away, and he has a right to know. Don’t shut him out.”

“Yeah,” Casey swallowed, “I guess I have to tell him.”

“Tell him what?”

Their heads flung in the direction of the deep voice echoing from the doorway. Ethan looked down, and the urine sample in Jackie’s hands as her mouth fell open.

“Oh, uh, tell you that, uh….”

“Jackie,” Casey whispered, “it’s OK. Why don’t you go and let me talk with Ethan.”

Jackie nodded and stalked out of the room. She stopped as she passed Ethan and glared at him.

“Be good to her… or else!” She hissed.

Ethan raised his eyebrow and slowly turned toward Casey. She could see the crease between his brows deepen as he approached her.

“I knew something was not right today. Do you care to tell me what’s going on here?”

Casey diverted her eyes and stared at the floor. She started to speak, stalled, then biting her lips in silence. Ethan was anxious, and typically his impatience would have led him to say something stupid. But, something inside him told him to refrain. So he waited patiently until Casey’s glazed eyes turned back up at to him.

“You may want to sit for this,” she warned.

“I’m content standing. What is Dr. Varma doing? Are you ill?”

“Not…not exactly… Ethan, can you please sit?” She tapped the seat next to her as she sat back on the couch, “If not for you, for me. It will make me feel better.”

“You’re making me nervous,” he whispered as he sat next to her.

“Heh. Join the club,” she laughed. She summoned her strength and looked him in the eye. She delivered the news as calmly and clinically as she would to one of her patients.

“Jackie is running a pregnancy test.”

There! She thought, Look how easily I did that!

Feeling she was winning this battle, she continued…

“I think I might… I… I might… ….oh God! I think I’m pregnant,” her voice cracked. She stared down at her hands with a deeply furrowed brow that only became more profound with every second that he did not reply. She tilted her head up and saw the look of shock on his face. Like him before, she wanted to scream, “Say something!” but held back, letting him process what he had just heard.

“You’re… You… is this your first test?”

She opened her purse and tossed the Ziploc bag at him. “No. This was the second one,” she said animatedly. “I took one before this, and when two lines appeared, well, I got angry at it, so I chucked it in the bottom of the trashcan and then poured coffee grinds all over it… sort of in retaliation for having the nerve to be positive. Then I stomped off into my bedroom, pissed off! When I realized I was acting like an unreasonable child, and if ever there was a time for me to act like an adult, this would be it. So I grabbed the box and took out the second test, and then I went, and I peed on it, and I waited and, fuck, wouldn’t you know, that had two lines too, right? But I have Milicent Sanchez coming here today! I couldn’t be pregnant! I mean, I could be, but I couldn’t allow myself to think about it. I was stupid. I should have waited because it's a big deal in the end I….”

“Casey… Casey…” he pulled her tight against his chest. She was rambling the way she often did when she was becoming hysterical, and it was clear she wasn’t going to stop. “Casey, honey, you’re rambling. Calm down. I’m here.”

Feeling his arms around her provided the sense of comfort she wasn’t even aware she had been seeking, but it also awakened an overwhelming fear inside her. Her head pounded, and her stomach churned as tears began to spring from her eyes.

“I’m sorry for rambling,” she cried.

Ethan rubbed the back of her head. “No, no, Casey, you don’t have to be sorry. Just try to calm down, OK? Try to calm down,” he repeated to her as his own heart accelerated at record speeds.

After taking a few deep breaths, she slowly pulled back to look at him.

“So, this is my third test,” she said, wiping her eyes, “the one Jackie is running, it’s number three.”

“Does, does anyone else know?”

“No.”

“And you’re sure that….”

“Ethan Jonah Ramsey!” She spat with such venom that he jumped backwards, “do not even dare to ask me if it could be anyone else’s!”

He tilted his head as a bewildered look crossed his face.

“Wha, what? No! Of course not, Casey!” He took both of her hands in his. “I was just going to ask if you’re sure that it can’t be something else… but we both know that two positive tests probably….”

“Probably means I’m pregnant. Pregnant. Oh, my God, Ethan, I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry? For what? If you’re pregnant, you didn’t do it alone,” he laughed nervously. “Are you OK?”

“No. I’m not. I’m a third-year resident who hasn’t even passed my boards. Now I might be pregnant, by my attending, who didn’t want to be involved with me to protect my career and now… well, I’m probably pregnant.”

“It’s not ideal,” he said, brushing her cheek, “the timing isn’t ideal, but it’s not the end of the world either. It wasn’t that long ago you almost died in my arms, that kind of puts this all in perspective.”

His mind began to race when she didn’t speak. What did she even want to do if she was pregnant?

“Casey, if you… are… you’re not alone, I’m here, and I will be here no matter what you decide.”

“I appreciate that, but your opinion matters to me too.”

“Well, what would you want to do?”

She shook her head before wiping a few errant tears away.

“I’m afraid. I know this is both our doing, and I know how I feel for you, but we’re still a fairly new couple. Also, I know you don’t want children. I don’t want you to feel trapped….”

“Casey, I never said I didn’t want children. I said I didn’t think they were in the cards. Well, maybe life just had other plans.”

“But do you want this? I mean, timing aside? This would mean we’d have to go public, fully public. It could hurt your reputation. It would tarnish mine. This would mean that you’re stuck with me in some capacity… for life… and I don’t want to feel like you’re just with me because….”

“Casey, where is this coming from? You know I love you, you know I want a future with you….”

“No, actually, I don’t,” she giggled. “Because that’s the first time you ever mentioned that to me.”

“Well, I didn’t think we were at the let’s talk about kids stage yet, but it’s not that I didn’t think of it. If you want to have this baby, Casey, I’m all in,” a faint smile crossed his lips, but he was afraid to let it show. “We’ll be a family, Casey.”

Casey began to sob uncontrollably as Ethan attempted to recall his words, trying to remember if he said anything wrong because he wanted to fix it if he did. But he couldn’t figure it out, so, smartly, he decided to ask her.

“Casey, have I said something wrong?”

“No.”

“It’s just…” she sat back and stared at his chest, running her hands over the lapels of his jacket. “The timing is terrible, and we’d have a lot to work out, but truthfully, this is everything I’d ever dreamed of with you… but …”

“But?”

“But our history… and knowing how you’ve felt about marriage and children… I think I’ll end up spending the rest of my life worried that this isn’t what you truly wanted. I never wanted to feel that way, when the time came, you know I wanted to just know that the person I was with that they wanted me, and a family with me… that it was a choice and not a default, you know? I don’t want to spend forever wondering if you are with me solely out of obligation.”

Jackie hung her head as she walked in.

“Hi, I’m sorry to interrupt…. “

“No, no. Well? What is the verdict.”

Jackie shook her head from side to side as she glanced between the two.

“Given two positives this morning, I asked them to please rerun, STAT, but it was… negative.”

“It was.. what?” Casey gasped, her hand coming to lay lightly on her chest.

Ethan stood next to her and put his arm around her waist.

“How long did they say it would take?”

“I didn’t ask, but I will go and check on that now. If I’m staring at them, it will come sooner.”

Casey lowered her head as Jackie left the room; Ethan stood silently beside her before turning her slowly to face him.

“Casey, are you ok?”

Her crystal blue eyes were filled with sadness when she looked up at him. She covered her mouth when a sob she didn’t know was coming escaped.

“I don’t know.”

Her head fell into his shoulder as he guided her back to the couch.

“Talk to me, Casey. What are you feeling.”

“I think that the timing was… is… was terrible. But on the other hand,” she reached up and touched his cheek and looked at him with such love and sincerity that it warmed his soul, “the idea of you and me, and our child… it’s something I dreamed of, but I never dared to believe it could happen, and … the timing would have been terrible. I admit that… but it could have happened… and now… it might not…and that makes me… sad… Do I even make sense?”

She nuzzled her head into his chest, and he pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head.

“You’re making perfect sense. You and I… communication hasn’t always been our best suit… and you had a dream that you didn’t think could come to fruition, then it looked like it did. Now you’re afraid the dream is gone again, am I following?”

“Pretty much,” she sniffled.

“But that’s on me, Casey. I know life has no guarantees but, I had the same dream. I think of it too, I should have shared that with you.”

“You, you do?” she said, looking up at him.

“Yes.” His thumb rose to brush the tears from her cheek. “I know I’ve never said it out loud, but I want to build a future with you. I want us to start a family of our own. I’m sorry I never told you that before today, but that doesn’t make it any less true. And now… now that we both know that’s what we want, we can work toward making that a reality one day… if you want to?”

Casey bit her lip and nodded.

“I do. I want to.”

“Look, if you are pregnant, then it’s unplanned, but not unwanted. It’s like Christmas just came a little early, that’s all. We’d have to figure out a way to make this work.”

“We’d just need a plan.”

“Well, then you better get to work on those plans,” Jackie interrupted from the doorway while waving a paper wildly in her hand, “because you are pregnant, Casey. Congratulations, you two.”

“I’m what? Wait, are you sure? Are they sure?”

“Mmm-hmmm,” she smiled. “And don’t worry, you’re secret is safe with me until you’re ready to tell, but I better be at the top of the godmother list,” she winked.

Jackie stepped out of the office and looked down at the results. The one and only pregnancy test result ran in her hand. Positive. She would explain to her friend later. She’d endure Ethan’s wrath taking such a gamble. Still, right now, she didn’t care because now her friend could embark on this journey, knowing for sure that it’s what he wanted all along, and that was the best gift she could give her.

Back inside the office, Casey turned to Ethan and covered her mouth with her hands. “Oh, my God… so, we’re going to have a baby?”

She will never forget how the soft smile on his face slowly morphed into a huge grin as the realization began to fully dawn on him.

“We’re going to be a family,” he smiled.

He swooped her into his arms and gently lifted her off of the floors, kissing her tenderly as he spun her around.

“I’m having your baby,” she beamed.

“Yes, you are! I’m going to clear our calendars, and we’re going to my place. We have a lot to discuss.”

“OK,” she smiled.

“The first thing is those coffee grinds you discussed. That stops today.”

“Today!”

“Yes! I need to look after you and… our baby.”

“Our baby.”

“I’m going to be a … a dad….”

Casey leaned forward and kissed him tenderly, “So, are you happy?”

“No, we’re going to need to find a bigger word.”

A/N 3: Yeah, it was a little out of Friend's, but I needed Casey to know he was happy too.

A/N 4: NO there will be no sequels :) This is a stand alone request.

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