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A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: Therefore I Am - Billie Eilish / “I don't think I caught your name”
A/N2: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.
Warnings: Not taking "no" for an answer. Please let me know if I missed any.
Word Count: 278
The weather is perfect for a walk to your favorite bookstore. The sun is shining but the heat isn't oppressive. You actually have the energy to go for the walk. It's a perfect day!
Or it would be if it weren't for the jackass interrupting your book shopping.
"I'm surprised to see a pretty woman in the sci-fi section," he said, standing a little too close to you. "Usually you're all in the romance section looking for your next smut read."
You don't respond to him, preferring to move a little away and pretending you're looking for a book on another shelf.
Instead of taking the hint, he takes a step towards you, getting even closer than he was before.
"Hey, I don't think I caught your name."
"Because she didn't give it," a familiar voice chimes in.
You turn and smile, "Raymond! So good to see you!" Giving Raymond a hug, you let yourself relax, knowing that he is staring the other man down.
"It's good to see you as well," he replies, his voice tight. Clearly the other man hasn't left just yet. "I made sure to set aside the latest Scalzi novel for you."
Pulling away just enough that you can see his face, you beam at the man who's still glaring over your shoulder.
"Thank you, so much, Raymond! I owe you one!"
Raymond's hold slackens a little and he finally turns to you, smiling softly.
"You owe me nothing. But if you insist, you can join me for a cuppa at the cafe next door."
Warnings: Love/hate situationship, flirting, smug Ransom, tension
Words: 298 words
A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles
Prompt: June 7th - “I know you like what you see.”
You had been doing well ignoring Ransom Drysdale.
Three texts unanswered. Two calls to voicemail. One well timed exit from the coffee shop when his car pulled up.
Petty, maybe. Necessary, definitely.
Then he walked into the party looking like that.
Expensive sweater. Dark coat. That stupid scarf looped at his throat like he knew how insufferable it made him look. His hair looked careless in a way that had taken ten minutes, and he paused in the doorway like he expected the room to rearrange itself.
Annoyingly, it almost did. People parted
Worse, he caught you looking
Only for a second. But Ransom caught it before you could turn back to your drink and pretend he hadn’t done anything.
His mouth curved.
By the time he reached you, smugness had settled over his face like a birthright.
“Don’t start,” you warned.
He leaned beside you, close enough that his sleeve brushed your bare arm. His eyes moved over you with rude appreciation, and your pulse, traitorous thing, answered.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You were about to be unbearable.”
“Can’t I do both?”
You hated him.
Especially when he looked pleased with himself.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” his, voice low purr beneath the party noise.
“I’ve been busy.” Cutting, cold.
His smile sharpened. “Liar.”
You took a sip of your drink just to have something to do with your mouth.
Ransom watched like it proved his point.
“I know you like what you see.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” You rolled your eyes
“Too late.” His gaze flicked to your mouth.
Your glare should have discouraged him.
He glanced around the party with open boredom, then pushed off the wall
“Come on.”
“I’m not going -”
Ransom held out his hand.
“Don’t pretend you weren’t waiting for me to ask.”
Warnings: Space mission tension, flirting, suggestive banter
Words: 295 words
A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles
Prompt: June 7th - Jump (For My Love) - Pointer Sisters/ “Where no one’s ever gone before.”
The observation room was the only place on Icarus II where silence felt intentional.
Everywhere else hummed: vents, panels. In here, it was only dark glass, distant fire.. and Mace sitting close enough beside you that his shoulder almost touched yours.
Almost.
“You know,” He started eyes fixed on the impossible burn beyond the window, “statistically, this is a very romantic setting.”
You turned your head slowly. “We are on a suicide mission.”
“Romance loves urgency.”
“We are flying a bomb into the sun.” Men were so weird sometimes.
His mouth twitched, gold light cutting across the handsome line of his face. “Warm lighting.”
A laugh slipped out before you could stop it, small and startled in the quiet.
Mace looked pleased with himself, which made it worse.
“You’re not going to start flirting with me in space,” you scoffed, trying for stern and landing somewhere dangerously close to fond.
“Start?” His brows lifted. “That implies I haven’t been doing an excellent job already.”
“You have not.”
“I’m optimistic, considering the mission profile.”
You bumped his boot with yours. “Mace.”
“What?” He leaned back against the wall, arms folded, but there was something softer under the usual blunt edge. “We’re farther from Earth than anyone gets to be. Floating through the dark. Where no one’s ever gone before.. Well almost”
“And your thought is sex?”
“My thought,” he started, very seriously, “is that it’s going to be a long trip.”
You looked away first, because smiling felt like losing.
Hey Siri! I was talking to Veni yesterday about Bratty Beta universe and now I can't stop thinking about it...
How would Ransom react if the Reader got pregnant? I remember he had a hard time accepting being a beta in our amazing trouple.. Is he jealous? Happy? Does he feel excluded?
Thanks!🫶🏻
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Pairing: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader x Ransom Drysdale
Word Count: 1,678
Summary: You receive some shocking news, and you’re worried it may drive Ransom away.
Warnings: Explicit language. Omegaverse AU. MFM trio. Mentions of birth control. Unexpected pregnancy. Tiny bit of angst, and lots of feels.
A/N: This ask ate away at my brain since the moment I read it, and I’m so happy I finally had some time to write this lil oneshot. Tbh, I’m not sure if this is canon for this trio, or maybe an AU scenario, but you can decide for yourself. I’m leaning towards canon on my end. I think this is the family and happily ever after Ransom needs in his life 🥹
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It was wildly unexpected, because you had been on birth control.
But then again, with as often as you were filled with Ari and/or Ransom’s cum, you supposed it wasn’t really that shocking.
Only, it was.
It so was.
You were beyond shocked–shaken, and scared.
Because this wasn’t the plan.
Your pack had had exactly one conversation about the potential for future pups once Ransom was fully integrated into your trio, and he had seemed so against the idea that you and Ari had agreed to revisit the discussion at a later time.
But it seemed as if that discussion would never happen, because the Universe had butted in and made this decision for all three of you.
And now you couldn’t help but wonder: what if this drove Ransom away? What if this made him hate you? Despise you? Never want to have anything to do with you or Ari ever again?
What if you had ruined the best thing in your life–the pack that you loved so very, very much?
At that thought, a swell of devastation nearly took you out. It was an emotional overwhelm you had never felt before, and it was insane that you were already experiencing hormonal changes.
But you were.
Because you were pregnant.
You were pregnant.
It took you all day to gather the courage to tell your alpha and beta.
Of course they both knew that something was up, since you had spent a majority of the day hiding from them.
Locked away in the spare bedroom, you had gone over how you wanted the conversation to go a million times in your head. As much as you tried to remain optimistic, the only outcome you could foresee was Ransom's utter disgust at this new and unexpected development.
You knew Ari would be happy–thrilled even–but your sensitive beta?
Your greedy-for-your-attention-always beta?
When it all became too much for you to handle alone, you finally emerged from the spare bedroom to join Ari and Ransom in the living room. They had been watching TV together, but at your sudden appearance–and anxious demeanor–Ari turned it off as they both turned their full attention to you.
You struggled to meet either of their gazes as you tentatively sat in the armchair adjacent to them so you could see them both, even if you were actively avoiding their gazes now as you tried to hang on to the frayed thread of courage within you.
Leg shaking to try to offset the swell of nerves that were close to consuming you entirely, you couldn’t help it as you peeked up and caught Ari’s gaze.
His brow was furrowed in concern at your soured scent and hunched shoulders. But you saw it–the moment he knew without even being told. His nostrils flared as he inhaled your scent, a scent he was so familiar with by now, that he knew every layer to, and he could instantly detect the new and unfamiliar layer that indicated your condition.
You watched as Ari’s eyes widened before his lips split into a joyful grin, but when he saw you were still looking distressed and terrified, his grin faded into a small, worried frown.
“What is going on?” Ransom huffed, having witnessed the weird, wordless exchange between the two of you. “Is this about our summer vacation plans again? I already told you I am not un-vetoing Florida, because ew. Fuck that humidity.”
“No,” your voice trembled as your gaze shifted from Ari to Ransom.
Just rip the bandaid, you urged yourself. Just get it over with.
Taking a deep breath, you did just that, whispering, “I’m pregnant.”
It was immediate the way Ransom’s face shuttered. There was the most fleeting look of shock across his handsome features before his indifferent mask slid into place–something he rarely, if ever, used with you and Ari anymore–and everything about him just went blank.
Like he had shut off.
Like you had broken him.
Which in turn, broke you.
You couldn’t help it as you promptly burst into tears. All of the fear and anxiety you’d been stewing in all day finally got the best of you, like an emotional tsunami sweeping you away.
You were so lost to your devastation at the thought of losing Ransom, your body wracking with heaving sobs as you curled in on yourself, that you didn’t realize you were wrapped in two pairs of strong, comforting arms, instead of just one.
“Oh my god, fine, we can go to Florida!” Ransom huffed, trying to make light of the situation–of your complete and total meltdown–but his voice was off, and so was his scent, both laden with unrestrained panic.
You sniffled as you peeked up at him, your instinct to comfort him nearly bowling you over, even now, and you were relieved to see that Ransom’s bright blue eyes were no longer closed off but shining with concern and his own distress as he watched you.
“You don’t hate me?” You trembled, your shaky fingers reaching for him and clinging to his forearms.
Ransom scoffed. “What? Of course not! Does being knocked up make all sense evaporate or something?”
“Beta,” Ari rumbled the warning softly, his stink eye aimed at Ransom nearly making you giggle.
Ransom just rolled his eyes in response. “I’m just saying! It’s not like it’s her fault and hers alone. Pretty sure we had a hand in it too. Well, not ‘a hand,’ more like a different part of anatomy,” he snickered.
“This doesn’t change things for you?” you pressed, worried Ransom’s jokes were just a facade, a different kind of mask than before. “It doesn’t make you want to…” you struggled to even say the words aloud. “It doesn’t make you want to leave us?”
“Pffft.” Ransom waved a dismissive hand without hesitation. “As if you could ever get rid of me that easily. We all know I’m the glue that holds this pack together.”
His reaction seemed too good to be true, and you couldn’t help it as you continued to watch him, still terrified and unsure, even as a tiny bit of hope began to spark to life deep inside you.
As Ransom drank in your big, tearful eyes and look of distress–your blatant fear–his handsome features softened. Sighing, he reeled you close, dipping his head to intentionally meet your gaze head on, without wavering, so you could see how much he meant his words as he spoke them.
“I’m not upset,” he said firmly. “Shocked? As fuck. Mad? No. Annoyed that now there will be yet another member of our pack vying for your attention? Undoubtedly. Excited to see you get all cute, round, and glowy with our pup? Fucking hell yes.”
You heaved a deep exhale of relief that sounded more like a muffled sob as you sank against him, sniffing back more tears.
“You were meant to be a mother,” Ransom murmured against your hair, causing a shaky chirp to fall from your lips. “Even if I’m scared shitless at the prospect of… yanno, being a father,” he whispered the last part so quietly you almost didn’t hear him.
“Bold of you to assume you’re the one that got her pregnant,” Ari joked, easing into the conversation now that your greatest fear had been alleviated.
Ransom scoffed again, shooting your alpha an arrogant look. “Puh-lease, my swimmers have swimmers, I’m so virile.”
You giggled, and it was watery, but it was happy, relieved tears that streamed down your face now as you reeled both men close and shakily breathed them in, drowned in their familiar, comforting scents in a moment when you needed it most.
“I’m really scared,” you confessed. “This wasn’t what we planned for. Wasn’t even on the radar anytime soon. What if–“
Ari kissed you quiet, muffling your concerns against his lips as he swallowed your gasp and hummed as you sank into him with a helpless whine.
He was slightly breathless once he pulled away and told you, “Ransom’s right, omega, you will make an incredible mother. And you won’t be doing this alone. Ever.”
“Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Ransom muttered. “I am recusing myself from diaper duty. Ever.” At Ari’s glare, he huffed. “But I will obviously make up for it in other ways! Like spoiling this kid rotten. They will wear the best name brands money can buy. Their sweater collection will give mine a run for its money. They’ll–“
This time, you were the one kissing Ransom quiet. You framed his face between your hands as you pulled away, giving him a soft, dopey smile as you told him, “I love you.”
Ransom gaped at you for a beat before his cheeks went pink and he tried to play off his delight with a sassy, “Rightfully so. I’m amazing.”
Laughing, you turned to Ari, pulling him in for a soft kiss, then pressing your forehead to his as you lingered close. “You’re happy?” You checked in, eyes flickering between his.
But his gaze was as direct and warm as ever. “I’m ecstatic, sweetheart. This is such a gift, and so are you.”
“I love you,” you whispered just before his lips touched yours.
“Love you more,” your alpha hummed once he retreated.
Then he turned to Ransom and yanked him in for a steamy kiss, grinning as he pulled away to find your bratty beta dazed and even pinker than before. “And we are definitely working some teeny tiny crop tops into the baby’s wardrobe. No changies.”
Giggling, and feeling much lighter than you had when you first saw the positive pregnancy test, you cuddled close between your alpha and beta. As they bickered about your baby’s future fashion sense, you couldn’t help the big, happy grin that split your lips.
Because even the most shocking and unexpected revelation hadn’t shook them, hadn’t shook your pack, and you knew without a shadow of a doubt that no matter what may come your way, you would never need to handle it alone.
You were in this–all of this–together.
🥹🥹🥹 No thoughts, only feels 😭
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That was so lovely 🥰 Of course, Ransom, sweet insecure baby boy that he is, would be terrified at the idea of having a kid. But he loves his little pack and they love him too.
I am sure they are gonna be a very happy family 🥹
(And I want to believe Ransom is the one who got her pregnant 🤭)
A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: “I'm gonna make her mine, all mine”
A/N2: Reader is plus sized, female. No other physical descriptors used.
Warnings: Animals with injuries/birth defects.
Word Count: 300
Main story coming soon(Ish)!
Steve doesn't need a clock to tell that it's 12:30. Tank, Marigold and Parker were standing at the door waiting for your lunch break and their afternoon walk.
When you'd first moved into the apartment next door Steve was scared you'd be angry at living next to a place that fostered special needs dogs and cats. Instead, you asked to be shown the animals and cooed over each of them while also paying attention to Steve's warnings about care and treatment.
You even asked if you could take some of them for walks when you took your lunch break. Working from home you know you need to make sure you get out of your apartment from time to time. Having a neighbor who fostered dogs was a great opportunity to do so.
The knock at the door had Steve smiling as the dogs' tails started wagging. Carefully making sure not to step on any paws or wheelchair components, he makes his way to the door to unlock it.
"HI Steve," you cheer as you see him. Carefully stepping through the door, you delight at all the happy puppies eager for their walk. "Hey pretties! You ready for walkies?"
The dogs are immediately barking and tippy-tapping, as they're able.
Grabbing the leashes you ask Steve, "are you able to join us today?"
"Nah, I've got a blind kitten that's still getting used to things. Need to stick close for him."
"Gotcha. I'll take this little pack around a block or two and be back in no time."
After you've left Steve checks in on the kitten, talking softly about you.
"She's so sweet and beautiful," Steve confesses. "She's out of my league, of course. Who isn't? But some days I like to think I'm gonna make her mine, all mine."
I think it’s so sweet he is taking care of those special needs pets. They deserve the best.
His neighbor looks real cute and I bet she is into him too. The last sentence scared me a bit though. He is not saying those words in a bad way, right ? 👀
A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: “I'm gonna make her mine, all mine”
A/N2: Reader is plus sized, female. No other physical descriptors used.
Warnings: Animals with injuries/birth defects.
Word Count: 300
Main story coming soon(Ish)!
Steve doesn't need a clock to tell that it's 12:30. Tank, Marigold and Parker were standing at the door waiting for your lunch break and their afternoon walk.
When you'd first moved into the apartment next door Steve was scared you'd be angry at living next to a place that fostered special needs dogs and cats. Instead, you asked to be shown the animals and cooed over each of them while also paying attention to Steve's warnings about care and treatment.
You even asked if you could take some of them for walks when you took your lunch break. Working from home you know you need to make sure you get out of your apartment from time to time. Having a neighbor who fostered dogs was a great opportunity to do so.
The knock at the door had Steve smiling as the dogs' tails started wagging. Carefully making sure not to step on any paws or wheelchair components, he makes his way to the door to unlock it.
"HI Steve," you cheer as you see him. Carefully stepping through the door, you delight at all the happy puppies eager for their walk. "Hey pretties! You ready for walkies?"
The dogs are immediately barking and tippy-tapping, as they're able.
Grabbing the leashes you ask Steve, "are you able to join us today?"
"Nah, I've got a blind kitten that's still getting used to things. Need to stick close for him."
"Gotcha. I'll take this little pack around a block or two and be back in no time."
After you've left Steve checks in on the kitten, talking softly about you.
"She's so sweet and beautiful," Steve confesses. "She's out of my league, of course. Who isn't? But some days I like to think I'm gonna make her mine, all mine."
I think it’s so sweet he is taking care of those special needs pets. They deserve the best.
His neighbor looks real cute and I bet she is into him too. The last sentence scared me a bit though. He is not saying those words in a bad way, right ? 👀
A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: “I'm gonna make her mine, all mine”
A/N2: Reader is plus sized, female. No other physical descriptors used.
Warnings: Animals with injuries/birth defects.
Word Count: 300
Main story coming soon(Ish)!
Steve doesn't need a clock to tell that it's 12:30. Tank, Marigold and Parker were standing at the door waiting for your lunch break and their afternoon walk.
When you'd first moved into the apartment next door Steve was scared you'd be angry at living next to a place that fostered special needs dogs and cats. Instead, you asked to be shown the animals and cooed over each of them while also paying attention to Steve's warnings about care and treatment.
You even asked if you could take some of them for walks when you took your lunch break. Working from home you know you need to make sure you get out of your apartment from time to time. Having a neighbor who fostered dogs was a great opportunity to do so.
The knock at the door had Steve smiling as the dogs' tails started wagging. Carefully making sure not to step on any paws or wheelchair components, he makes his way to the door to unlock it.
"HI Steve," you cheer as you see him. Carefully stepping through the door, you delight at all the happy puppies eager for their walk. "Hey pretties! You ready for walkies?"
The dogs are immediately barking and tippy-tapping, as they're able.
Grabbing the leashes you ask Steve, "are you able to join us today?"
"Nah, I've got a blind kitten that's still getting used to things. Need to stick close for him."
"Gotcha. I'll take this little pack around a block or two and be back in no time."
After you've left Steve checks in on the kitten, talking softly about you.
"She's so sweet and beautiful," Steve confesses. "She's out of my league, of course. Who isn't? But some days I like to think I'm gonna make her mine, all mine."
I think it’s so sweet he is taking care of those special needs pets. They deserve the best.
His neighbor looks real cute and I bet she is into him too. The last sentence scared me a bit though. He is not saying those words in a bad way, right ? 👀
A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: “But I'm having such a good time”
A/N2: Reader is female, plus sized. No other physical descriptors used.
Word Count: 266
Main story coming soon(ish)!
"C'mon mi corazón, we gotta get going if we're gonna make the movie on time," you call out to Joaquín.
"Be right there cielo!" he promises.
You shake your head knowing it's a fifty-fifty chance he'll actually follow through. You know he means to, but whenever he's got a batch of fosters it's easy for him to get distracted and lose track of time.
Sure enough, five minutes later he's still not ready. You go into the office-turned-nursery to see Joaquín taking photos of his latest batch of foster kittens. He's cooing at them, trying to get them to pose.
"C'mon gatitos, gotta look cute so you can get to your forever homes," he smiles. "Don't you wanna do better for me than the pups?" The kitten he'd named Jefe immediately meows in an annoyed tone. "That's right, Jefe. Don't let los perritos outshine you and your sibs!"
"Ahem," you interrupt with a small, understanding smile.
Joaquín freezes and turns to you, eyes wide with realization. "Ah, shit. I'm so sorry cielo! They were looking so cute and I gotta get their photos for the shelter."
"I understand," you reassure. "So about that movie?"
"But I'm having such a good time!" he whines.
"Well, I guess it's a good thing I didn't buy the tickets in advance," you shrug.
He sees the disappointment in your face and immediately gets up to hold you. "I'll make it up to you, I promise!"
"You're lucky you're cute," you smile with a small kiss to his nose.
"No, I'm lucky I've got a wonderful girl like you," he retorts.
I will still reply to all your tag game or whatever's! I keep being distracted and want to really focus on answering right🤦🏻♀️😂I love when you include me, just to let you know💕 it always makes me happy
Tomorrow I'm having a date day with Hubby. Going to go see a movie, have a late lunch at happy hour. That sort of thing.
After that, I'm hoping to do some writing. I've made serious progress on Fae King Curtis while thinking up Beast King Curtis with a breeding kink. (Why are brains like this?) But I'll probably be focusing on Tech Tuesday and the June Jukebox Scribbles.
Also, the store had peaches so I'm hoping to do some baking!!
