#but a BABY SHOWER…..WEDDINGS……..TAKING THE GUYS NAME

[siolixz]

'*•.¸♡ FATHER FIGURE ♡¸.•*'

You finally meet up with Mr Castillo for a date- rain disrupts your plans and he shows you around his apartment. All of a sudden you end up on top of him, I wonder how that happened?

pairing: harry castillo x reader (Lucy's sister)

part1

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context: just fluff and kissing (dry humping a man old enough to be your father),romcom scenarios, older man x younger woman, everyone is over 18 and fully consenting; words: 4.6k Lemme know if you like it or you don't-I will write a part three with the smut, but I wanted to leave it out of this one for the people that don't want to read that. ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ couldn't be me tho

The ride back home in his Mercedes was a quiet one, filled with the occasional small talk in the short ride back to Lucy’s apartment, a promise of contact tomorrow left you feeling all warm inside as the streetlights above you painted streaks of gold across the polished dashboard as he drove, an occasional glance from him warming your cheeks.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you arrived, sad you had to go but excited for what tomorrow might bring. You wanted to kiss his cheek and say ‘thank you’- like in the movies, but any close contact with this man might’ve made you lose your grip on reality, almost like you couldn’t function properly. Harry took a deep breath, ‘Please say something’, you thought.

“I really enjoyed that.” he leaned back on the driver's seat, trying to take all of you in.

“Me too, you really saved me tonight.”

-

Lucy was sitting on the couch, talking on the phone with an all-too-familiar voice as you entered the apartment and closed the door behind you.

“Your daughter’s back.”

“Hi baby!” your mom enthusiastically called out for you, and after you took your shoes off you joined them. “How are you? Lucy told me you went on a date tonight. How did it go, honey?”

“Good, he stood me up.” You sat on the couch.

Lucy gasped next to you “What?”

“He did. But I bumped- well, he bumped more into me- on another man from the wedding we went to.” 

“What an asshole,” your mom sighed.

Lucy mouthed the name ‘Harry’ towards you and you nodded your head at her while smiling. 

“But don’t worry mom, I had a lot of fun tonight, I’m glad the other guy didn’t show up.” you got up to have a shower and change into your pjs. “I’ll text you tomorrow, ok?” 

“Sure. Good night baby.” 

Your sister shook her head at you as you made your way towards the bedroom. You knew she was very curious to hear what happened, but that will have to wait. 

You smiled to yourself as you closed the bedroom door.

-

The next morning she basically assaulted you with questions as you drank your coffee on the couch next to her. The soft morning light from outside casting an embrace over the living room table.

 As you continued the story you could feel her get more and more excited, as Lucy usually got whenever you would tell her about a crush or an encounter with the opposite sex. She sat on the edge of the couch and listened to every little detail as she could share in your sentiments towards the older man as only a woman could. 

She took a sip of coffee after you finished the story and told you:

“I am happy for you. Really, I am.” 

You placed your feet on the couch.

“But..” 

“But what?” you stopped yourself from taking a sip of coffee.

“But as an older sister- I have to tell you to be careful, ok?” 

You stared at her, urging her to continue.

“Harry. How old is he?”

Alright, you left that part out, so what? She wouldn’t understand you couldn’t care less how old he was, on the contrary, you liked him even more because of his age.

She called out your name, “How old is he?” her eyes widened a bit, bracing for the impact of what you were going to say.

“He’s 40.” you said, reluctantly.

“Don’t make me look him up.” 

She always knew when you were lying. 

“He’s 49.”

She closed her eyes, then opened them. “Oh my God.”

“Lucy, don’t make a big deal of this. He was incredibly nice to me and totally ok with me never seeing him again If i didn’t take the news well. I don’t care, really.” You took a sip of coffee after you told her. Showing her how easily you took the news will alleviate her worries, surely.

“It’s not about caring or not caring. I’m the last person to judge you, and I want you to have fun and be happy. I just want you to be careful.” 

“Careful about what? He likes me and he made that pretty clear.” 

“Of course he did, he made it pretty clear at the wedding too.” Don’t blush now. “I don’t want you to get love bombed by this man and then get hurt. A man his age, single? I know people, I work with these sorts of people all the time-”

“Trust me, I’m careful.” you took a look at your phone.

“Very careful. Please.” 

You nodded.

“He is very handsome, I will give you that. Even if he is half a century old.”She muttered.

Your phone started to ring. Unknown number. Your heart raced. You looked at Lucy, your stomach dropping, and answered.

Harry.

“Hello Harry” you said, recognizing his voice immediately.

 It was a date then, a real one. Suddenly he stopped being so foreign and so scary after last night, you felt as if you regained your confidence after you spoke to him on the phone.

After a quick shower and knowing smiles from Lucy, you stared at the ‘I’m outside’ text, your heart beating miles per hour. 

Ok, no biggie, you’ve hung out with boys before, you knew how this went. So why are you so shy and nervous?

He’s just a guy. 

You braced for the impact of seeing him as you exited the apartment, your sister's words of ‘text me’ or whatever else she was saying as you left completely blurred in your mind as you stepped into the warm spring air outside. 

People were walking down the street and chatting but your eyes fixated immediately on the handsome man waiting next to his car. 

Ok, maybe he’s more than just a guy.

 He smiled at you as he saw you and immediately you felt as if walking was a skill you recently gained. 

Greeting each other, he turned his body around towards the back seats of the car “I have something for you.” 

He got you roses, of course he did. A gorgeous bouquet of red roses. Your knees felt like gelatin as you picked them from his hands. 

“Thank you, they are so beautiful. You shouldn’t have.”You hoped he didn't notice your shaking hands as you took in the velvet petals sprinkled with small droplets of water.

“Nonsense, of course I had to.” 

You couldn’t help but stare at him, at the wheel, so expertly moving around chaotic New York, two people almost rammed into you, much to your amusement as he cursed. He wouldn’t say where you would be going, and you hoped your floral knee-high dress was appropriate..He'd said it was pretty, so that was enough for you. 

He smiled at you in his perfectly ironed cashmere buttoned up shirt. His beard suited his bronzed face perfectly and his hair looked so soft- soft like your bed after a long day. 

“Can we go walking today?” 

“Of course, we can do anything you want.” He gave you a quick glance and smile as he turned the steering wheel to the right.

-

“I’ve been waiting to come here, it opened a few days ago.”

The café buzzed with the low hum of conversations and the soft sounds of a song being played on the speakers. It smelled of coffee and pastries inside making you feel like you were back home. The plush blue seats of the booth you sat at were very comfortable and the soft almost unnoticeable glow from the round lights above, shaped like many suns inspired an impossibly cozy atmosphere.

“Are you sure you don’t want to eat?” He leaned down a bit towards your eye level, searching your eyes with his brown ones. 

“Yes, I’m perfectly fine.” 

This place didn't even have prices on the menu! 

Last night all you did was talk, now it was his turn. 

“You’ve never told me, what do you do?”

He chuckled as you asked that. What the hell was so funny? 

“I do a little bit of here and there.” He looked away for a second and then back at you, putting his fist under his head as he did the first time you met him. 

You couldn’t help but raise your eyebrows at that statement. “What do you mean? Are you a freelancer or something?”

“Something like that.” He shrugged. Ok, so he wanted to play games.

“You look like a freelancer.” 

“The hell’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Here you go sir.” The waitress brought you two the drinks and then left shortly after you thanked her.

You shrugged under his gaze and grabbed the pink lemonade in front of you. “Sometimes, I think drinking from the straw makes it taste so much better, sometimes not” you took a sip. 

“I wish I had the same problems as you.” You two laughed as he opened the sugar packet next to his coffee. 

“Can I ask you something?” 

“You don’t have to ask me if you can ask me something, just do.” He didn't look at you as he stirred the sugar and you had a moment to look at his big hands next to the small espresso cup, wondering if you would actually ask him this.

“Why me?” You leaned back on the plush blue seat of the booth connecting you both.

“Why you?” He squinted his eyes at you, you had no idea if he can’t see that well or if he’s just trying to decipher your question. 

“Yes, why me. There were so many pretty women that night and you came up to me.” You turned the big glass of lemonade in your hand a bit as you asked that.

He looked at his drink then back at you, smiling: “I saw no other pretty women that night.” You never thought your name would sound so good as when he said it and you placed aside the bad illusions you had that he might’ve left with someone else.

“Still, why me?” You liked hearing things twice, maybe in greater detail if he could.

“I’ve always thought that there are no such things like coincidences and-” he smirked at you, “green’s my favourite color.” 

You stared at each other as words completely evaded you in that moment. 

His brown eyes softened when he looked at you and you wondered what his beard would feel like under your fingers. 

“Can I try that?” he gestured towards your lemonade.

You asked him about his life, about his passions and his past as well. He didn’t go into great detail but it was a beginning as he probably found it hard to open up, but you will change that, you were sure.

“My sister warned me about you,”

“Did she now?” he looked at you after he took a sip of coffee. 

“Yeah, she said that I should be careful.”

“That's good, she’s looking out for you.” He smiled at you with his eyes, completely confident in his own intentions regarding you. 

He took a deep breath and said: “When I was your age I wanted to study Psychology too, but my parents wanted me to go to law school. I admire you for being able to follow your passion.”

He was admiring you, he was admiring you!

“Oh, thank you.” 

By the time the lemonade was done, rain started pouring down and you saw people rush to cover outside. There would be no walk outside today it seems. Harry told you that you could go back to his place, as he had a collection of books he wanted to show you-

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That’s all you had to hear before you were staring at the apartment complex reaching towards heaven itself from down below. 

Was going to a stranger's house that good of an idea? 

Would your sister be mad at you for doing this? 

Yes, kinda, kinda really mad. But you were a grown woman and you knew he wasn’t going to try anything. Well, maybe he could try some things.

“Hello, Mr Castillo.” the concierge greeted him as you walked towards a separate pair of elevators. 

How much was the rent here? You knew your sister was paying a lot of money for her apartment. Rent here must be astronomical.

“How much is the rent here?” You stared at him as he pressed his key against the door and the elevator button.

“I don’t know, I own.”  He came next to you again and pressed his back towards the elevator, adopting your position.

-

The walls of his house must’ve been 8 feet tall with a sprawling panorama of the city from down below- you don’t think you’ve ever been this high before. 

The furniture was a light wood color and while the walls were littered with art pieces which you couldn’t understand, the house had a cosy feel to it, regardless of the almost titanic size of the penthouse. You must’ve been in a trance as you found yourself staring at the city right next to the window. 

“How beautiful.” you took a deep breath as you looked in front of you. 

“I had the same reaction when I looked at this apartment the first time.” Harry was focused on pulling books out of the almost library he had next to the huge couches in the living room. 

You tore your eyes away from New York as you looked at him, with his back turned towards you. He picked a red book from one of the upper shelves, then a smaller one from the one below. 

“I want you to look at these, you can take them if you want, I’ve already read them.” He shuffled the books on the coffee table as you came closer to him. He smelled of amber and the casual woody fragrance men’s cologne usually has, the silver streaks in his hair and occasionally his beard left you feeling like you couldn’t get enough of looking at him. 

Last thing on your mind right now were the books. 

“Let me get my glasses.” He left you for a short while as you sat down on the couch and examined the books he chose for you.

A weight settled on your right as he joined you again, black rimmed glasses placed on his nose, which somehow made him look even more handsome. He explained each book to you, how he felt about each of them and how he thought you might like them. 

Did he think about these sorts of things before he invited you here?

You eventually settled that you were going to take one of the books, but he basically forced you to take all 5. He said that they were only going to collect dust in his apartment, that he didn’t have time to re-read them and that you should take them. 

A low grumble from your stomach broke through your conversation as a reminder that you haven’t eaten anything today. 

Harry told you that you should decide what you two should eat as he placed the books one over the other and leaned back on the couch next to you, hand on the armrest behind your head.

-

Takeout it was as some warm noodles cooked to perfection and some spring rolls would fit right in with the rainy weather outside. He ordered the food and while you spoke about movies on the couch, the food arrived and you followed him to the kitchen. 

You truly tried not to feel as if you were in a museum as you sat down on one of the chairs next to the island he had in there. He sat right next to you, opening the big bag of warm goodness. 

You two made small talk regarding the food, how good it was and how you recently re-learned how to eat with chopsticks. 

You stared at the big window next to the kitchen at the droplets of rain splattered again and again on it and told him:

“You’re not a freelancer.”

With a mouth full and a smile, he shook his head ‘no’, and placed his glasses on the table next to him. He had a curl on his forehead. 

“Somedays I wish I was.”

Your phone beeped, no doubt a notification from your sister.

-

You had the chance to look at the house in more detail as he gave you a tour of it, he showed you his collection of expensive art pieces and you laughed as he told you you look like one of the women in his paintings. As the rain stopped, you and Harry stepped on to the balcony for some fresh air and for you to see the beautiful view he was so accustomed to.

The weather definitely got colder outside but Harry brought you one of the wool blankets on a chair as you sat down on the couch overlooking the city. Who knows when’s the next time you’re going to see something like this? He grabbed a lighter and started the small fireplace surrounded by glass on the coffee table in front of you.  The sun was still gleaming on the horizon, painting pink, yellow and orange streaks of hue between the skyscrapers of New York and pushing its light on Harry’s brown hair from his place next to you.

You knew that it was a good time as any to ask him some important questions, the real important questions. 

“Please don’t get angry at me for asking this-” you hugged the blanket closer to your chest as the wind blew and moved the handsome man’s curled hair in an almost cinematic way. The smell of fresh rain in the air filled your nostrils which combined with the smell of his cologne almost made you sigh in olfactive pleasure. “- but why are you single?”

There were no people to disturb you two this time, no journey to end the conversation early.

He looked at you : “I was afraid, I think. Afraid and I have a tendency to believe the worst, I suppose it comes with age. ” He turned his body towards you and put the side of his left leg on the couch to sit more comfortably.

“You believe the worst?” 

“I do, I’ve been hurt before, and I was afraid.”

“What happened?” you looked up at him, curiosity filled you up and you wanted to hear more.

“I loved someone, a long time ago, when I was about your age. If not a bit older” he paused, “and she must’ve thought i wasn’t good enough, so she started seeing someone else- whilst being with me.”

“Oh,”

“It went on for a very long time, and I was devastated when I found out, I mean I felt like I was living a lie.” He gestured with his hands as if to convey to you his feelings back then “Me and her are friends today but I promise you, the way it made me feel, I still can’t shake off that feeling. I think it haunted me my whole life,” his brown eyes looked at your lips then back into your own eyes.

“I wanted to be number one and I was actually number two in her eyes, if even that. My only escape was work so I focused entirely on that until I felt like passing out by the end of each day. This went on for years. I got addicted to working and completely ignoring the aspects of my life that included any sort of relationships.”

Wanting to bring more light to the situation, you asked him: “Do you like being number one?” 

“Yes,” he gave you a smile, “that’s why I live in this apartment. But it means nothing If I don’t have anybody to share it with. After work I want to talk to someone, laugh with someone and there’s no one here for me. I woke up one day and I turned 30, then 40 and now I am almost 50 years old.” he whispered to you.

“You know, when you get to be my age, you realize the world has moved on- to some degree, away from you. At least that’s how I felt. All the time people congratulate me and say I accomplished so much in life but I look behind and all I can see is a sad man.”

“So what changed now?” You tried to meet his gaze, overjoyed at hearing this intelligent man’s wise words and life story.

“I went to this therapist- she told me that I should stop self-sabotaging myself and I realised I might be more sensitive than I thought” The sound of an ambulance from down below broke his eye contact with the armrest behind you as he now looked across the balcony, towards the horizon.

“When I’ll know, I’ll know. You can only be so sure as your mind makes you about someone.” 

“What makes you so sure about me?” You laughed as he met your eyes again. You almost felt small as he stared at you, thinking. 

“My instincts are usually right.” He smiled at you as the curve of his cheek pressed against the knuckles holding his head upright.  “Even if you’re very young.”

“I’m old enough.” you finally spoke up, wanting to defend yourself and your affections towards him.

“Old enough for what?”

He smiled as he asked you that, a mischievous glint in his brown eyes. Harry liked joking around and playful banter between you two seemed to bring you so much more closer to one another. But this was downright torture.

You couldn’t help the smile from spreading across your face at hearing this question, how could he ask something like this? Old enough for you!

As you slightly touched the older man’s knee with yours did you realise how close you were to one another, did you move closer or did he? Well, it was getting colder outside and the small fire in front of you did almost nothing to shelter you.

Something else could bring warmth too. A gentle silence overtook you both as you looked at him. Both embarrassed at yourself and excited. The butterflies in your stomach were almost ignored for the way your heart was beating out of your chest, but regardless of that you never felt more sure of the moment you were living right now.

You felt him look at your lips quickly, debating if he was going to do this and saw him close the distance, a tiny bit at first. His eyes asking you questions words couldn’t pronounce, for now.

Your mind must’ve reminded you to close your eyes as you felt his lips press against yours. The warm feeling of his big hand on the side of your neck holding you in place provided a momentary comfort from the wind blowing outside.

His lips let yours go for a short while as he came even closer to you and brought his arm across your body, almost pushing you closer to him but not daring too much. He was almost like a wall next to you and you felt like all your joints forgot how to move as you tried to press your lips against his.

Your cheeks were on fire and all the cold outside seemed to be the least of your worries as he grabbed your arms and placed them across his body. Harry’s kisses seemed to be of a long lost lover’s in their desperation for yours, like he’s been waiting for this for a long time.

The city lights winked at you in the background, a silent audience to your intimate moment and the loud sounds of the city below faded into nothingness as you were so focused on him and him on you.

The most rational part of your mind told you to take it easy, ‘be more careful’ as your sister would say, but he was intelligent, wise and so, so handsome, ‘being careful’ was the least of your worries right now as he grabbed your upper lip with his own warm lips.

He broke the kiss off to press his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. You wanted to kiss him again, have him push you against him as he did before. 

“I shouldn’t have done that.” he whispered in your face.

You laughed at him, more like giggled with excitement at the fact you were kissing him. 

You were kissing him! 

This handsome man, with his beard and his beautiful curls was kissing you. You wanted him to grab you again like he did before, ‘please do that again’. Here, way above the people down below you- you felt comfortable and safe in this stranger's arms. What would Lucy say? Thinking about that too much would only make you laugh.

You sighed as you pressed your lips against his again and you noticed how your kiss was more intense than his unsure one- coupled with your juvenile desperation for him and the almost intoxicating aspect of your difference in age and experience left you feeling like you couldn’t get enough of this man.

You didn’t even notice your leg was interlocked with his or that night was already upon you. Harry grabbed your leg as he grazed his tongue against your upper lip and you let yourself be manhandled on top of him, blanket uncomfortably pushed between your bodies.

He adjusted himself below you and tossed the blanket beside you two before you were back to kissing him again, this time you felt him allow you to kiss him however you wished, completely under your control from below you. You took this chance to push your fingers in his salted hair, brushing against his curls at the base of the head and almost massaging his scalp as you continued your pursuit.

The rough feeling of his moustache on your upper lip and the occasional brush of his tongue against yours in your shared wet kiss made you ache for something else.

Every time he gave you a moan your belly hurt and it wasn’t because of hunger, in search of calming that pain you pressed yourself even lower down his body towards the object of your desire waiting for your attention.

Harry gave you a groan as you finally settled down on him again, then up and then down once more. He removed his big hands off your back and moved them lower towards your hips, you felt him smile as you kissed him and you smiled back. You truly wished you had been more careful in choosing your dress as it had moved between your legs and didn’t allow you to feel him closer. 

Long dress or short dress didn’t seem to matter to him at this moment as he had become adamant on grinding you down against him to hear you moan whenever you kissed him again. This mountain of a man, reduced so sweetly to desperation and need of you.

You broke off the kiss and looked at him- with a soft hue of pink on his cheeks and with untamed hair, his lips were slightly parted and his breathing was coming out in short puffs. You let the older man breathe for a second as you stared back inside towards the warm interior of the penthouse illuminated by yellow lights all around. You didn’t want this to end, and apparently by the attention you received from him down below, he didn’t want this either. 

Harry kissed your chin and then pressed two kisses on your neck as you contemplated, “Let’s go inside.” he said.

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Authors note: Imma edit everything and re read it a bit later bcs its sooo late but im so happy i was able to finish writing part 2 so i can deliver to the freaks what the actually want. its me im the freaks. Have a happy day and thank you for reading :))))))).

[rafeandonlyrafe]

tatted

words: 1k

warnings: established relationship, husband!rafe, tattoos

“mmm, good morning wifey.” rafe pulls you in closer to him, legs tangled together under the blanket.

“i’ll never get sick of hearing you call me that.” you smile, pressing a kiss to rafes chest as you snuggle into him, the morning light illuminating the room.

you’re both still on vacation mode, having just gotten back from your honeymoon two days ago. “i wish i didn’t have to get up, but i’ve got an appointment, baby.” “wait, what?” you whine, picking your head up. “you didn’t say anything about a doctors appointment.” your bottom lip pouts out, making rafe lean forward to kiss the frown off your face. 

“don’t worry, we will spend all day together as soon as i get back.” rafe slides himself out from underneath you, quickly heading to the closet to get dressed. he waited as long as possible to get out of bed, not wanting to part from you, but now having to rush out the door.

“mmm, i’ll probably stay in bed all day.” your body was still on maldives times, not even bothering to readjust to being back in the outer banks.

“perfect.” rafe leans over the bed, giving a kiss goodbye. “no need for my wife to even lift a finger.”

you smile at rafe, cupping his jaw to give him a firm kiss. “come home soon, i miss you already hubby.” 

--

“that was a long doctors appointment.” you frown as rafe reenters the house. you eventually dragged yourself out of bed, taking a shower and eating what you considered breakfast despite it being past noon.

“you know, darling” rafe says as he toes his shoes off, leaving them in the foyer. “i just said appointment, nothing about doctors.”

“what other type of appointments are there?” your brow furrows together as rafe joins you on the couch.

“tattoo.” rafe says with a shrug, making your eyes widen.

“you-you got a tattoo?” 

rafe raises his left hand. you finally realize he has a clear wrap covering his fingers. you take his hand gently in yours, looking through the film at the first letter of your name, complimented by a small heart on his ring finger.

“i’ll put the ring back on once it’s healed, but just in case i ever have to take it off, i need everyone to know that i’m still yours.” rafe says, waiting for your reaction.

“i love you.” you finally manage to get out, melting into rafe, making sure not to press against his hand as the red skin heals.

--

“i’ve got something for you baby!” rafe calls out, smiling as you skip into the kitchen.

“what is it?” you question, tilting your head to the side, expecting rafe to be holding something in his arms, but instead he lifts his loose sleeve, revealing fresh ink on his inner bicep. 

“whats it say?” you quickly move closer to read the script, eyes filling with tears when you realize that rafes newest tattoo is your wedding vows.

“oh.” you cover your mouth. “rafey, this is so sweet. i love it.” you press your lips against his. rafe clearly saw your reaction to the first tattoo, the way your eyes tracked over it whenever he moved his hands, the way you were practically begging to be fingered with just his tattooed finger, watching it disappear inside of you, the cold press of his ring against your cunt.

“love having reminders of the best day of my life on my body.” rafe never viewed himself as a tattoo guy, seeing himself as too indecisive, but his mind quickly changed when he realized they could all be dedicated to you, the one constant, the one steady thing in his life.

--

“i’m thinking about getting another tattoo.” rafe hums. its been a couple months and the script on his forearm is now fully healed. 

“really?” you hum. “what are you thinking, my name on your dick?” you joke, but rafe still cringes thinking about the needle dragging over his sensitive skin.

“definitely not. i was thinking your eyes on the back of my neck.” rafe turns, rubbing his hand over the area he was thinking.

“wouldn’t that hurt a lot?” you ask with a pout, but rafe just shrugs.

he makes an appointment the very same day, looking through all the pictures he has saved of you until he finds the perfect one. you’re smiling at him on the other side of the table on your two year anniversary of dating. 

he shows it off to you a week later, and you’re surprised how much you like it, kissing down his spine when you help him take his shirt off before looking at yourself in the eyes, but in tattoo form.

--

rafe won’t admit it to you, but he’s addicted to getting tattoos, wanting to cover his body in everything and anything relating to you. he does end up getting a few others, mostly to fill up what he feels are blankspots, a smattering of patchwork tattoos covering his body, along with a few more dedicated to you.

“rafey?” you call to him as he comes home, his hand now wrapped in clear plastic. 

“hey baby.” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. you eye the wrap until rafe turns his hand to reveal that he has the word married across the side, yet another reminder of your union.

“i was actually thinking…” you mumble before trailing off, not restarting your sentence until rafe nods at you to continue, looking at you expectantly. “i was actually thinking of getting a tattoo myself. just the letter r on my ring finger. to match yours.” 

you twist your ring on your hand shyly, not sure if rafe would like the idea of you getting tattoos. you’ve never shown any interest in getting them yourself, but you’ve had to take your ring off enough times to swim or wash dishes and don’t want to be without that reminder of rafe even for a short amount of time.

rafes smile stretches across his cheeks. “i thought you’d never ask, wifey.”

rafe sets an appointment for you with his favorite tattooer before you can second guess yourself.

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[luigilore]

luigi husband/domestic hcs

(a/n: trying hc format! thx anon for requesting! i hope its okay <3 if anyone wants to talk about domestic lu pls hit up my inbox<3 )

likes going grocery shopping with u like you have a little routine on sundays and he's always searching for new recipes to try

lots of pain management fit into yalls daily routine... massages <3 theragun time <3 tens unit whatever helps him and hes sooo grateful

lovessss showering together

he's great at picking up on your emotions and how you're feeling

words of affirmation- complimenting, uplifting, and supporting you is how he communicates that he cares

when luigi can tell you're upset, he wants and will do anything to solve whatever problem there is and make you feel better

luigi is really perceptive, like annoyingly so, "what's wrong? are you sure you're okay?" you can't fool him at all

he really prides himself on knowing the people he loves

wants to know all about you, even the most trivial things i think he would be so interested in learning about.. a bit obsessive in the most romantic and sickening way and u match his freak so dw

might be (is) a lip biter when kissing like first time he did it was on accident, he just got very excited but you both quickly discover he lovesss it

i think luigi is masterfully good at foreplay, methodical in everything he does... including uh... physical intimacy

luigi has a lot of self control and he prides himself in that... but he is also soooo sensitive he just thinks it's incredibly unfair

like just running your hands through his hair and scratching his scalp lightly, oh he's meltinggg

a very intense lover like his eye contact, his touch- firm grip, his voice- always lower and quiet, intense in the best way possible

oh and once you're married he loves always mentioning or name dropping "my wife," in conversations

he is naturally nurturing so he's very openly and unabashedly the biggest romantic

but your wedding is small, only with your close family and friends OR you elope... (i think eloping is sooooo romantic and i feel like he would be extremely enticed by this... and yes both of ur families are pissed)

omg then planning a big backpacking trip or something for ur honeymoon... oh

lovesss house hunting with you

he's a great partner, very responsible and reassuring, his presence is naturally calming for you

problem-solver, if something's bothering you he wants to fix it immediately. it doesn't matter how big or small, if it's upsetting you, he wants to make it better

you trust him and his decision making 100%

luigi prides himself on how well he knows you

to be loved is to be known and that is very relevant here

he also feels so so so loved and special when you remember little details about him

loves being spontaneous

a great gift giver, will retain you offhandedly mentioning you like this certain book or lipstick and boom six months later it's wrapped up for your birthday

anniversaries? forget about it, he out does himself every single year

luigi loves a romantic gesture, would not care about public embarrassment or judgement at all... do these ever materialize? probably not but he really only sees you and him in public

twirling you and dipping you around the dance floor

but that being said isn't huge into pda like making out in public is not his style

but holding hands, hand on the small of your back, or just physical proximity?

oh absolutely loves pet names, especially honey and baby

but totally melts when you call him any pet name! even just his literal name lol... the way u say it just gets him...

loves just like... being married, having you to go through life with he just really loves it.

loves it when you read to him, will very timidly request it

some nights will read to you as well, you guys take turns picking out books

one of those couples that does everything together but not in a bad way? just codependent but <3

he just genuinely enjoys spending time with you. you never run out of things to talk or laugh about

luigi is great at having a routine down, he's so busy but gets everything done

okay soooo he would be the most attentive dad

has art work from your kids on the fridge and all over his office, present at every single one and is sooo proud

documents everything about your children, like buys the baby books and takes so many pictures it's so endearing

in awe of your baby like she's so precious and luigi can't get over her chubby cheeks or squealing laughter... she's his weakness

of course he reads to the kids too and tucks them in at night

you do have to force him to relax sometimes and take a breather, it can be very hard for him to let himself relax and chill

so busy taking care of everyone else that he's not taking care of himself

loves being hands on with the kids

will somehow teach himself how to build things like your daughter wants a dollhouse? of course luigi can do it... why couldn't he... he's actually designing a 3d printed model rn like okay...

loves cuddling and spooning

like laying on the couch together, legs entangled, his hand on your waist, just reading or working on different things in silence, just the physical touch and intimacy is so nice for him

always wants you to sit in his lap or the arm of the chair

would be the sweetest dad, but would feel perpetually unprepared and terrified for fatherhood

would always be researching the best foods, products, etc

like not full helicopter parent/soccer mom but he's very involved and always trying to find new experiences for your kids

overall, luigi is a great person to share a life with, he's organized, responsible, respectful, and LOVING <3

[hairmetal666]

Steve has this bar he loves in Chicago. It's a little bit dive-y, a little bit dirty, but it's quiet. A good place for when he needs to clear his head.

Only, tonight, the place is packed. Music pounding from the jukebox, no space at the bar, patrons at the dartboard and pool table. In three years he's never seen it like this.

He has a second to wonder what's going on before he sees exactly who is going on, and for him to catch Steve looking.

"Stevie!" Eddie Munson cries. He leaps from the bar top, the people below scrambling away from the stomp of his big black boots.

He hasn't seen Eddie in years. Can't actually remember the last time. Max and Lucas's wedding? Robin and Nancy's baby shower?

Steve considers booking it out of there, escaping in the crush of the crowd. By the time he has the thought, though, Eddie's already pulling him into a hug.

He's excited to see his friend. He is! Really. He loves Eddie. But that's kind of the problem.

Steve fell in love and Eddie left town.

Well, maybe it wasn't so dramatic as all that. It wasn't until six months after they packed the last box in the back of Eddie's van that Steve could name his feelings for what they were. And by then, Corroded Coffin were building buzz and Eddie had a huge whole life outside of the people he saved the world with.

Over the years, as Eddie's fame grew, he came around less and now they hardly see each other. They still talk from time to time, Steve still buys all the band's records, and Eddie's still close with all the kids, Nancy and Robin too.

Eddie releases him, those big eyes bright, a pure and genuine smile stretching his face. Steve's stomach twists, heart skipping a beat.

"Gotta be honest with you, man. Never expected to see Steve Harrington in a place like this."

Steve snorts. "There's lots of place I go you wouldn't expect."

Eddie's smile wobbles, Steve thinks. It's gone in a blink, though, and Eddie laughs. "I'm sure you do, sweetheart. Have time for a drink with me?"

Eddie navigates to the bar, returns with two beers in hand. He presses his palm to the small of Steve's back, directing him to the single empty table in the corner as far from the jukebox as possible.

"How's life treating you, Stevie?" Eddie asks after a sip. "Nance told me the store is doing really well."

"It's good, yeah. Finally turning a profit. Wasn't sure about Dustin having us add a game section, but he was right. It's really taken off."

"Oh, he told me," Eddie smirks.

Steve rolls his eyes. "I'm sure that he did. He hasn't let me hear the end of it."

"That tone," Eddie says, voice soft.

"What brings you to Chicago?" He asks to hide the way all the fucking love he feels for this man is bleeding out of him.

"Not really supposed to be," he laughs. "Flight got diverted to O'Hare, can't get another one until tomorrow. Have to make it to LA in time to play a show."

They both know Eddie loves it; the rush, the adrenaline, that comes with performing, to making it to shows at the very last minute. It's how they got here in the first place.

"Working on new music?"

Eddie leans back, dimples popping with the pleased lift of his lips. "Oh, Harrington, you don't even know what we have in store." He leans over the table and launches into tales of rehearsals and writing. Steve drinks his beer and can't take his eyes off his friend, Eddie the sun Steve orbits around, helpless to his gravitational pull.

"So, Stevie," Eddie says, once there's no more to tell about music. "You seeing anyone?"

Steve hides his cringe with a chuckle. Picks up his beer to buy time and finds it empty. "Not anyone of note."

"C'mon, how is that possible? You're easily the hottest guy in this place."

He grimaces. "That's a low bar."

"Oooh, still bitchy after all these years." Eddie snickers, takes a swig from his bottle.

"Shut-up."

"Seems like it's been a while since you dated."

"You interrogating my love life now, Munson?"

"No, not at all. Just curious."

"Okay, who are you dating? Still that guy from People?"

"Gossip," Eddie frowns.

"Anyone else you got your eye on?"

"No one new," Eddie says. He stares at Steve hard for a second, like he wants to dig into his brain, like it holds the answer to all life's question.

"There is someone, then." Steve tries to ignore the jealousy licking down his spine. Eddie isn't his and never will be.

Eddie picks at the label on his now empty beer. "Not--not really." He licks his lips, leaning over the table again. "Is there a reason you don't seem to date anymore, man? It's just--you wouldn't hurt for options, right?"

Steve freezes, trying to figure out a way to answer that won't end up breaking his own heart. "Ah, it's--you know, things got busy with opening the store and everything. Stopped being a priority."

"Are you lonely?"

"Are you?" He snaps before he can stop himself. "Sorry, I'm--sorry."

"Yeah, man. I'm lonely as hell." Eddie answers as though Steve didn't give him an out.

"I--you ever have someone where the timing is always wrong?"

"Think it's a hazard of my profession. Who's yours?"

"What?" Steve clunks his bottle too hard against the table.

"The one that got away?"

"It's--it--I--it doesn't matter."

Eddie's smile is all jagged edges. "Nancy?"

"God, no. Nance and I are good with being friends. No lingering feelings there. Who's yours?"

"Ahh," Eddie sits back a little, eyes glittering with an emotion Steve can't place. "The best boy I ever met. Can't get over him, can't forget him. I think they guys are going to start banning my 'pathetic gay yearning songs'. Gareth's words."

Something in Steve's chest crumbles to dust. There's someone. Has always been someone. Of course. Eddie is beautiful and hot and charismatic and fucking famous. And Steve is--just a guy who runs a struggling bookstore with a couple of his best friends.

"That's--I'm sorry it didn't work out." He's trying to stop his voice from breaking, from giving Eddie any hint of what he's feeling, just knows he has to get out. "Listen, man, thanks for the beer. Great to catch up. You should hit up Robin and Nancy the next time you're in town. I gotta get going."

"Wait, Steve--"

"See you around."

He doesn't wait. He pushes through the people, and races out the door, into the crisp Chicago fall air. He squeezes his eyes closed, practices his breathing exercises, tries to relax the clench of his teeth, ease the screaming in his lungs.

Three steps away from the building is as far as he gets before he hears, "Steve, please wait." A hand catches his hip, holding him in place.

"Eddie, I don't--"

"It's you," Eddie says. His face is pale, stricken. "You're the one who got away, Steve."

"What?"

"I've never been able to work up the nerve to confess. I've been trying for years, but. Too afraid of losing you to tell the truth."

"Years?" Steve's brain is trying to wrap around what's happening. That Eddie has feelings for him? That he's the source of the pathetic gay yearning?

"God, since 1986, at least."

Steve doesn't know what to say; what to do. He's been waiting for this moment so long, and his brain goes on pause.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same," Eddie rambles. "Hell, I'd be surprised if you did, but--"

"You're mine too," the words tumble out.

"What?"

"You're the one who got away. For me. You're mine."

"Steve," Eddie breathes. "Is this--are you serious?"

"Pathetic gay yearning and all."

Eddie's laugh is a bright spot in the darkness, relief and happiness mixed with the hope of what's next.

Steve can't help but giggle. "We're so dumb," he says.

Eddie looks at him with a raised eyebrow before bursting into giggles of his own. "So dumb, Steve, oh my god."

"It's been a decade!"

"Fuck," Eddie cackles.

They collapse against each other, chests heaving with their mirth. As they catch their breath, Steve nuzzles against Eddie's neck, relishing the closeness. It's easy for him to change the angle so their lips meet in a kiss frantic with ten years of longing.

"Your place or mine?" Eddie asks once they part.

Steve laughs. "You think I'm that easy, Munson?"

"Oh, Steve," Eddie smirks. "I know it."

"Asshole." Steve presses a kiss to his jaw. "How many songs did you write about me?"

Eddie smiles so hard his dimples pop. "All of them, baby. Every single one."

Steve rests their foreheads together, body fizzing like freshly uncorked champagne, "Take me home, Ed."

[gracie-eilish]

💍thinking about thoughtfulness…

“go sit together so you can open some gifts!” your mom called out, pointing towards where billie was setting two chairs next to each other near the front of the room.

you looked up to see billie looking over at you with a soft smile, already sat on a chair.

c’mere!!! she seemed to say, waving you over excitedly with a goofy look on her face until you made your way over to sit.

your person of honor sat off to the side, ready to take down names and gifts in a list for thank you notes billie was sure you’d hand write in a few days.

in between gifts, she’d press a kiss to your cheek or temple. acknowledging the cute excitement you had as you both opened up… well.. pots and pans, dishes, a steamer, some towels.. an air fryer… regular wedding registry things. with of course some sweet bridal/wedding themed gifts mixed in between.

until you reached the last one. tucked away behind all the other ones, in a pretty decorated bag. gold embellishments on it making it seem bridal.

it was a cute assortment of gifts. matching jewelry trays for both of your rings to sit in at night, cheesy matching mrs. and mrs. mugs and tea towels, a gold decorated photo frame for assumingely a wedding photo to soon reside, and a small velvet box at the bottom.

billie subtly let you take the bag into your lap, to reach down to grab the box, watching you with a loving eye. you set the bag aside and leaned over to open it with billie.

inside resided a ring. not just any ring. the ring. the one you had dreamt up in your head, combining pinterest photos, and wedding magazine clippings, customizing the ring you wanted.

and there it was staring back at you. and it was real. not some dream.

billie sat back in her chair a bit, happily smirking at you. you both had proposed to each other without rings on a whim, caught up in emotion and love and longing, not bothering to wait for rings or rose petals or candles. just wanting each other.

“you like it baby?” billie purred, her arm wrapping around the back of your chair as you looked up at her with wide glassy eyes.

“what is it?” someone called out curiously.

“it’s their ring.” billie replied proudly, eyes not leaving yours. your friends and family all melted. everyone knew you guys didn’t propose with rings, and all assumed you’d both just go to the jewelry store and pick out rings together. so this was a total surprise that she had it ready to go for your wedding shower.

“billie i.. i don’t know what to say.”

“you don’t have to say anything. just let me put it on your pretty little finger.”

and you did.

it slipped on like a dream. you couldn’t get over how she remembered every detail perfectly. the stone, the cut, the carats, the sizing, the band, the color…

as you lay together in bed that night, you snuggled up to her side and let your left hand rest on her chest, allowing the diamond to sparkle in the moonlight.

“did you really buy us all that cheesy matching crap just to surprise me with my ring today?” you asked, a wide smile growing on your face.

“um excuse me, i don’t think they’re crap if the towels are already hanging in the kitchen missy,” she teased scrunching her nose at your sheepish smile. “and yes, yes i did buy a bunch of matching crap just to surprise you.” both of you burst into giggles.

“well it’s perfect billie. i can’t get over how you remembered everything.”

she just smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “i wouldn’t dream of buying you anything else baby. i mean, this is literally you in a ring.”

she took your hand softly, leaving delicate kisses on your knuckles.

“this is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever worn.” she whispered, fingers still entwined, running her thumb over your hand, making you blush furiously.

“and i can’t wait to marry you my love.”

i’m not back yet. just couldn’t get this idea out of my head:)

[xoxochb]

blurbs ✧˖°

. bookshelves

. cowboy! percy takes a page from nash hawthorne’s book…

. lyhfabc guy… anddd percy thinks he looks sexy covered in flour

. paper cuts

. neptune and back

. unicorn! percy and fairy! sweet girl

. cotton candy ice cream

. percy has personal beef with aaron warner

. knight! percy and princess! reader

. in every universe

. this bitch

. bandaids… and shit and percy likes when you talk mean to him

. this bitch sleeps with four blankets he’s nuts!!

. shower debate

. ermmm

. honestly I can’t think of title names anymore 💔

. my silly shayla .

. possibly your daughter had a biting problem

. he’s so but he’s so hfjeksbdidnbs

. bath time

. untitled

. knight! percy and princess! reader

. you’re replaced by penny the dog

. baby

. rocks and baths

. he’s really fucking horny someone help him

. I literally have no tiles for these anymore

. whatever ariana grande said about kitchens in positions

. he quotes the notebook and aaron warner

. chat on the fire escape

. hands off rule

. riddles

. ice cream + s’more’s + the rain

. shower

. koi fish

. 🎶 it’s so sweetttttt knowing that you love me 🎶

. pop rocks

. post shower

. lemonade

. you try to bake cookies

. sweet girl buys books

. beach part one

. fashion show

. he reads your book

. percy being percy

. baths

. he’s kind of a loser who makes you pee with him

. book summary

. ermmm

. by the beach

. maybe possibly sweet girl is in love with him…

. wedding planning

. he licks you… he cuddles you…

. books

. the visions… he isn’t seeing it

. first meeting

. beach

. lego flower shop

. random stuff idk man

. strawberries

. I don’t know actually

. reader likes to be laid on

. three hours post birth

misc ✧˖°

. post sex thoughts

. girl dad! percy

♬⋆.˚ — he’s so pretty when he goes down on me

[ladyshrike]

The Four Times You Say His Full Name

Am I any good at writing? Not really. It's all over the place in my opinion, but I had to get this thought out one way or another.

The four times you called him by his full name.

This first time you called him "Kenji" instead of a nickname, was back in LA. You were working a wedding up in Griffith Park, a beautiful little affair under the strawberry moon. It's all the witchy vibes you adore, a little wedding mixed with a baby shower, good vibes, blessings and tides. They'd offered you some food, which you wouldn't turn down as a known foodie, and that was when you got the call.

Ken had been riding home from the party in the hills and crashed his bike. He wasn't too far from Griffith, that had been the good part of taking this job, and he's been taken to Silver lake, a quick drive from the park. The couple is understanding, eventually becoming good friends with her later on, but that's a story for another time. She's racing through the streets, down the hills and to the hospital. They hadn't given you much information, just that he'd crashed and where he was. And when you get there, you ask the charge nurse for him, only to feel his arms throw themselves around your shoulders, a slightly pointed chin resting atop your head. You immediately smell the alcohol, and it's almost instant that a rage fills your chest.

"Babe! Baby! Sweetcakes~"

It takes everything, and you mean everything, not to implode then and there. You look at the nurse in front of you and take small controlled breaths.

"Is he free to go home?"

He was, having been checked over and kept under observation for two hours before they called her. According to her it's just some bad scrapes and bruises, no contusions or anything super bad, he had actually been wearing his helmet at least, just not his jacket. His bike is totaled, helmet cracked, it really is surprising that he didn't have a concussion at the very least, but through even your anger and worry, you're glad he's ok.

You drive him home, and the way there is silent. He'd sensed something was up the way you were being so cold with him, pushing his hand off your thigh, turning your head when he tried to kiss your lips, avoiding eye contact with you. And when you guys get to your shared home, and you help him in, is it the only time since the hospital that you look him in the eyes.

He sees it immediately. That rage that's practically sobering for him. The hurt. Disappointment.

It's not the only time he's ever done this, and he's not particularly tempted to tell you those two words he just knows would just set you off even if it were true.

"Mina, emergency vital check."

The floating AI robot scans him as she stands there for a moment, looking over him herself. The tension so palpable, if she chose to raise a hand at him in her frustration, she could very well slap him with it. But that wasn't her. She was the sweetest thing, practically a Disney princess, so the anger in her eyes is surprising, and new.

"He has two deep road rash injuries, and a large scrape down his side that isn't as bad as the other two. No fractures and no concussion. I suggest monitoring for any latent signs."

"Get him hooked up to a banana bag, then look up flights to Japan."

He shouldn't try to joke, or anything, but the soft scoff leaves his lips before he could stop it.

"Japan? We goin-"

"We, are not going anywhere. I'm going home to see my dad. Maybe we'll talk. Maybe we won't."

His small smile falls, a slight wince given when the IV is put in.

"Is something...is he ok?"

You shoot him a look because you know he's smart enough to understand what you were saying. You didn't want to say it, but you were done. With the empty promises, the lies, the hospital visits. You were done with it.

"Sabine-"

"Kenji, I'm done, ok? I've had it."

And there it is. He thought his parents splitting up was the worst pain, but seeing you stand at the doorway, teary eyed in anger and barely breathing steady, it shatters his heart because he can see it. You are done.

"I only ever asked you for two things. Two. And I am grateful you can at least follow one. I'll give you that, you have never cheated on me and I thank you for that. But if you constantly break this one? Constantly do this shit? How do I know that'll last?"

"H-hey, hold on-"

"No, I am done. I love you. I love your mom. You two are...the only people I consider myself close to here, but I cannot deal with this anymore. I can't deal with thinking one day I'm gonna get a call and have to identify your corpse instead of picking you up from an ER."

"It's just a couple scratches, I'm fine-"

He's done it now. He's said it.

"Forget it."

She grabs her wallet, and just her wallet. It's the only thing in her bag that she's bought herself as her bag had been a gift from him. She heads out and he tries to follow her, not able to get to her before she's speeding out of the driveway. She feels like a hypocrite, because while she isn't drunk, she is speeding like she's a NASCAR driver, and in a residential no less. She doesn't care to look at the time when she arrives at the airport, hoping to find at least one flight outbound to Japan soon. The car can stay in the parking structure for all she cares at this point, he would get a call to pick it up at the end of the month, if she decides not to come back. Her phone vibrates incessantly in her pocket for a bit, even as she's paying for the ticket she's managed to snag so last minute. Her passport is always in her wallet, so she doesn't particularly worry about how she'd get there without it. She turns her phone off, and soon enough, she's on the plane, watching LAX turn into a massive black splotch with dozens of tiny lights speckled across it in almost neat lines, as the plane departs. She's glad for the little privacy her seat offers her in first class. It's a long flight, the seats recline into a bed and everyone has their headphones on, so she isn't particularly worried that they'll hear her already quiet broken sobs.

By the end of the month, your mind is made up. You'd started accepting his calls sometime in the middle of his season. You know you shouldn't have been watching the games, it would only make the hurt worse, but it was better than ignoring him completely. And that wasn't really possible when you get notifications about him on all your social media, all which say he's in a slump and you are nowhere to be seen at his games. Everyday since you'd left, there had been a voicemail. Apologies, checking in messages, more apologies, declarations of love, and to your utmost surprise, a recording of his introduction at an AA meeting. That one particularly stuck with her. Everyday, roughly at 8 pm, a call and a voicemail with his introduction.

Maybe that was why you started taking his calls. Maybe that was why his game was getting better, back to what he usually is at. His averages get better and you, for the most part, find your anger having dissipated. By the end of the month, you're hesitantly standing in his living room as he tries to clean up the bit of clutter he had around. His shirt rides up a little and you see it. The slight scarring from the massive scrape down his side. Your lips quivers and he stops completely, dead in his tracks. He's startled by the sight of those huge wet tears that build in your eyes and his arms are around you instantly, tightly wound to prove he was ok. That he was still there. He was safe.

You cry again that night, held in his arms. He misses the game the next day. He has his thirty day chip to show you after all, and he doesn't want to leave your side to make up for lost time. He swears a promise not to do it ever again. Drink and ride he means. He isn't an alcoholic, and the AA meetings were necessary to get his license back, but he wanted her to see he regretted his decisions wholeheartedly.

The second time you said his full name was at your wedding. A year from the date he proposed to you, rather clichely you'd admit, at your monthly trip to Disneyland. The team had won a game, they were given a PR trip to Disneyland and she was an annual pass holder. She met them there, and during the cavalcade with them, he stepped off as they got to the castle, where she stood watching, and he popped the question, on one knee with a simple little ring she had spotted in a jewelry store. The team, having been in on it, cheering them on when she tearfully said yes.

Now she stands at the alter, in a gorgeous dress that fits her like a glove, his mother as her maid of Honor, and her dad as his best man because let's be honest, he thought of him as a son at this point, the way his mom thought of her as her own daughter in the time they'd all known each other, and the ceremony is relatively small, less than fifty guests, very intimate.

It's during her vows, her promises to him and vice versa that she says it. Beautifully charming smile on those lovely glossy lips of hers.

"I, Sabine Baji, take you, Kenji Sato, as my husband. Through sickness and in health, through the good times and the bad, till death do us part."

It's the sweet and short of her vows, tearfully said as her emotions run rampant. The rest of the night spent energetically celebrating.

The third time is a little more...non PG.

It's off season, he's been training here and there, enjoying some time off in their big house up in the hills. She's spending the weekend babysitting between gigs and she's been...quiet. Maybe it was the fact that she was around them so often. Maybe, it was the fact that her friends just had a little one she was watching currently, that clung to her so jealously when Kenji came around for a cuddle too. Maybe she was ovulating. The exact cause of this scenario was a blur to her really. She just recalled, well, he recalled and told her it was how it went down. Swears by it that she, as the family was driving away with the baby, fast asleep curled up in a hoodie it wouldn't let go or give back, that she looked up at him and said it.

"Kenji." It's the first time in a long time that she says his name, so he worries maybe he did something wrong again without noticing, but the look in your eyes in determined, is heated...pleading. "I want a baby."

The night didn't end for you two there. You both lost count somewhere after three, overstimulated and yet continuing like bunnies in heat. You blame the baby fever, and maybe the wine during lunch, but the venture is fruitful two months later, when four pink lines, two on each stick, and the word 'Pregnant' in bold on the digital test are laid before you two on the bathroom counter.

The same counter he would quickly have you laying against as he spread your thighs open wider, held you closer, got a little rougher with his thrusts, aiming to make the baby in you twins, according to him. Something not fruitful, unfortunately for him, but enjoyable at least.

And that takes us to the fourth and perhaps not final time you ever say his name.

Seven months later, you feel like a ship. The little peanut, you two so kindly nicknamed the baby while looking for a name, kicking around, shifting about, giving you some of the most ravenous cravings you'd ever had. Braxton Hicks, you came to be brutally informed of when waking in the middle of the night in a labor scare, had finally died off.

Or so you had thought.

When the first stab of pain shot through your side, you'd simply grimaced and sighed, shifting on the couch during the somewhat humid autumn day. You had decided to stay the Halloween weekend in, instead of going to a party while you felt like a boat. Kenji immediately notes the discomfort and tries to help.

"You want your little heart ice pack?"

You shake your head, yawning softly because yeah, it hurt, but you were too tired. You just wanted to go to sleep already.

"Ngh...no...just wanna go sleep already...come with me?"

How could he say no? He takes your hand when you ask for help getting up, and you both feel it. The sudden rush of water on your legs, his slippers. Your face is beet red and he's confused for all of two seconds before he's scrambling for the "go" bag. A Dodger duffle bag that the team's wives/significant others had decorated for them. He'd filled it with extra clothes for them, babies first outfits, washed in baby detergent, and a picture of his mom and her dad, both who couldn't be there today. You groan in annoyance because that was your favorite rug now covered in amniotic fluid, and now you would probably stain the carseats because you were not about to try and change your pants in active labor.

(Kenji had that covered, gingerly pulling your panties and pants off and helping you out new ones on, after cleaning you up with a damp towel after all. Kiss to your belly and all.)

You say it, however, sixteen hours into active labor. Minutes before midnight, almost Halloween day, like your baby wanted to share a birthday with you, which you would never mind as long as you get to hold her. It's when a particularly sharp labor pain hits that you yell it, gripping his hand so tightly you swear you hear his hand crack.

It's angry, and pained, and you swear, just after saying his full government name, that you would make him feel how this felt. No amount of epidural helped this pain, no amount of Lamaze Breathing or doulas helped prepare her or take this pain any better. She'd find a way for him to carry and birth the next one even if she'd have to become a mad scientist. She isn't good with pain already and this isn't helping.

"Kenji Sato! You are having the next one, got I-ngh!!!GOT IT?!"

He just about passed out when they announce you're crowning, because for some gods forsaken reason, he decides to look beyond the blue sheet. It's a horror he will never forget, and he swears he won't put you through another round of whatever your anatomy was doing to push yours and his little princess out of you.

And then she's there.

She's in your arms first, he's busy gathering his emotions as they cut the umbilical cord for him, and you need the first few minutes of skin to skin with her before she has to get cleaned up and given her first dose of vaccines. He holds her after, eyes bleary with tears as he does so so gingerly. He doesn't want to hurt her, doesn't want to accidentally harm her tiny little fragile body. She's a perfect amalgamation of you two. His eyes, a grayish blue, but the rest, he will happily and readily proudly admit, is all your looks. Tousled full head of soft pinky fuschia hair, eyebrows to match, rosy cheeks and little pouty lips. He swears, on everything he loves, she smiles when he is told to do skin to skin with her as well. When she curls into his warmth while you are cleaned up by the nurses. And when you two are able to take her home, when you are given the all clear and she passes her car seat test, and you three are finally back in your house, settling her down in her side sleeper by your bed, it's clear that the few times you use his full name can be bad, but most of them?

They're worth it.

[ailoda]

updated: 04.06.25

ᯓ★ fluff

I’ll Tell You in the Morning (❤): “you’re going to fall through the couch.” “the couch would never betray me.” (@literaila)

Peter is confused about your loving tears. (❤) (@luveline)

You forget peter is your boyfriend after getting your wisdom teeth removed. (❤) (@luveline)

All These Pictures Of You (❤): the amount of photos peter has of you versus him is a problem you've taken upon yourself to fix. (@biblio-smia)

Agree to Disagree (❤): Peter doesn’t believe you when you tell him you would've had a crush on him if you had known him in high school. (@wokeupinmars)

Peter reassures you when you're not ready. (❤✘) (@luveline)

Honeybody (❤): something about music makes you desperate to feel it. something about Peter, pretty and magnetic and light, multiplies this immeasurably. or, you and Peter want to try everything. (@luveline) (warning: mentioned/implied past self-harm, nothing graphic)

I Miss U Open The Door Pls :3 (❤): you get food poisoning. peter parker is a loving dork. (@luveline)

Field Trips-Not Just Educational (❤): the last thing you needed to happen on this field trip was for New York City's latest monster to go on a rampage. Luckily you have everyone's favorite red and blue super hero to help. (@withahappyrefrain)

Baby Me (❤): Peter wants to be babied. (@p3terparker)

Suds (❤): soft shower fic. (@t1red-twilight)

Your Girl (❤): Peter takes care of a drunk!you. (@lanadelreyscokewhor3)

Puppy Love (❤): nerdy teenage love for oblivious!reader. (@valtism)

Groomsman (❤): weddings always make you emotional. (@headkiss)

Negotiating (❤): you wake up on peter’s chest. (@literaila)

Say My Name (❤): from the moment peter heard you say his name, his heart’s been beating ever since. (@spideystevie)

Pretty Boy (❤): you call Peter a "pretty boy" and he gets flustered. (@lomlkenji)

Tequila Makes Me Sleepy (❤): Pete comes to find you at a party after you call him. (@cosmal) (warning: brief mention of gross guys sexualizing reader)

Crush (❤): Peter has been visiting you as spider-man long enough to develop a crush on you. the problem? you have a crush on somebody else. (@ptersparkers)

A makeout session accidentally causes Peter to break his glasses. (❤) (@alwaysmoncheri)

Speechless (❤): Peter's very charming, and incredibly straight-forward, but mostly charming. (@spiderfunkz)

Tonguing Down Peter Parker (❤): ushy gushy mushy loser makeout. (@t1red-twilight)

I Know (❤): Peter Parker has the best girlfriend ever. (@vivwritesfics)

Where'd You Get Your Medical Degree (❤): "i don''t wanna get you sick." (@literaila)

Starstruck (❤❅): after a nasty run in with the Rhino, Spidey goes to his favorite civilian, who happens to be good with bandages, but not great with science. (@urrockstar-xe)

new! Kiss It All Better (❤❅): your boyfriend Peter hasn't contacted you in days, but one stormy night in a dark alley would change that. (@elixirfromthestars)

[runningincircl3s]

Blood Sport

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Prologue

chapter warnings: negative thoughts?

AHHH!! so this wasn't long enough to be an actual chapter, but it sets the story, hence the name prologue :) i had an epiphany at like 2am this morning and decided to rewrite this entire story from the beginning because i just wasn't happy with it, but i LOVE the direction it's going in now and i've gotten to chapter 5... so expect weekly updates!! (i'm thinking fridays for this fic?)(for folio friday?) <3

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It had been months since you left. 

6 months to be exact.

After coming home, you found yourself falling back into the same mind-numbing routine you once had. Wake up, work, eat, sleep, repeat. When you weren’t home, you were working, when you weren’t working, you were at home. You basically had no social life, you felt like an empty shell of a person, like a robot. But this is what you had to do to take your mind off of what happened.

The guilt, the lies, that one last look he gave you before disappearing, it all still played on your mind. It was especially tough when you’d go to bed at night, with nothing else to think about. You’d lie there, tossing and turning for hours, blaming yourself for everything, wishing you could go back in time and change everything. 

It was finally beginning to get easier, months along the line. You’d gotten a promotion, you were earning more money, had more spare time with nothing to do. You thought about dating again, but that was as far as it went. You downloaded a few apps, but never made yourself any profiles. 

Because how were you supposed to move on? You had lost the one person you never wanted to lose. 

And you couldn't imagine he'd ever take you back. You were hated by him, by all of them.

Or at least that’s what you believed until now. 

This day was like any other, you came home from work after visiting the store to pick up something for dinner. Just as you shut the door behind you, you spotted a card?

It wasn’t your birthday, or a holiday. 

Who the hell had sent this?

You brought it out to your kitchen with you as you put the bag down, and began to tear it open. As you pulled the card from the envelope, your expression softened.

Save the date! 

Alyson and Matt are getting married!

May 12th

You brows furrowed. You read the card three times over, even making sure the name and address was right. Surely this was a mistake, right? You and Bryan were finally back on good terms after seeing each other at a friend’s baby shower, but the others? You hadn’t spoken to them since that night. 

Maybe Matt had sent it out of obligation, a formality more than anything else. Maybe they forgot to remove your name from the list. Maybe Alyson had insisted. Maybe-

Before you could overthink and worry about it, you decided to do the right thing. 

In the months you’d spent alone at home, you’d told yourself you’d start confronting your problems, because maybe if you did that all those months ago you wouldn’t be here now. 

So you sat down at the kitchen table and called Matt. 

Your phone rang, once… Twice… Three times…

“Holy shit,” Matt’s voice broke through the static with a laugh. “No way.”

A breathy laugh escaped you before you could stop it. 

“Uh… Hey.”

“Hey? That’s all you’ve got for me? I haven’t heard from you for months, and all I get is ‘hey’?”

“I didn’t think you guys wanted anything to do with me anymore, and then, well… I just got your wedding invite.” You took a breath, “I wondered if it was a mistake? If…”

“If we actually wanted you there?” Matt finished for you, his tone softer now. “Come on. Of course we do. You know it wouldn’t be the same without you. We'd love to see you there.”

Something in your chest loosened. You hadn’t realised how much you needed to hear that until now.

“Everyone misses you,” Matt continued. “Folio, Ruff, Jolly- hell, even deep down I know Noah does, though he’d rather die than admit it.”

Your stomach twisted at the mention of his name, but you forced yourself to ignore it. 

“I miss you guys too,” you admitted quietly, “... So why didn’t any of you reach out?”

There was silence for a moment, before he answered. 

“We didn’t know if you wanted anything to do with us anymore,” he chuckled, “Bry told us you got your old job back, you gave up on photography. And after everything that happened… We just thought we should give you some space. I kind of assumed you wanted a fresh start, so I wanted to give you that, but then we were sending the wedding invites out and I thought I'd send you one whether you wanted to come or not!”

“Thanks, Matt.” You say, a small smile creeping up on your lips, “I really do miss you guys, it’d be nice to see you all again-”

“Then come to the wedding! Everyone will be there,” Matt said. “No pressure Just… Be there. For me?”

You hesitated, but in the end, you knew your answer. 

“…Okay, yeah I will.”

“Great! If you want we can book your flight, we've got a spare room you can stay in... It’s still a few months away but it’s best to be prepared, right?” 

“Really? Thank you.” 

After the call ended, a strange sense of relief settled over you, along with a newfound anxiety.

You were going back.

You would be seeing them again. 

Seeing him again. 

How the hell could you even look at him after everything?

Not a night went by that he wasn’t on your mind. You considered texting him, calling him, but you were almost certain he had your number blocked. You even considered sending him a letter via messenger pigeon. 

You just wanted to give him a real apology, to really explain everything to him.

You just hoped you were ready for it.

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After leaving that night, Noah had gone home. He got on the first flight and fled without even thinking about it. He had to leave, he needed space, he needed time, he needed to be alone. 

Months passed, although it only felt like days. They all blurred into one. 

They say time heals all, so why did he still feel this way? He couldn't stop thinking about you, wondering what he did wrong, why you could've possibly wanted anyone else. It ate away at him, and he couldn't bear to live with this building up inside him.

So, he did what he did best.

He must've spent days at a time in the studio, making beats, writing lyrics, doing all he can to take the pain and anger away, to channel it into something else. Turning whatever ugly thoughts were plaguing him from the inside into something beautiful. 

He always thought about texting you, calling you, but he assumed you had made your choice, and it wasn't him. If it had been him, you would’ve chased after him that night. You would’ve tried harder. But he was all to blame, in his opinion, if he had told you the truth about how he really felt about you sooner, maybe everything could’ve been simpler. 

Maybe you two would have made it work.

But now it was too late. 

Right?

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fighting the urge to post chapter 1 right now...

@bloody-spades @death-ofpeace-ofmind @miss570 @dominuslunae @dontwantthemoney @amelia-acero @noahslutbastian @blade-dressed-in-red @super-btstrash-posts (if i missed or you want to be added/removed just let me know!)

[oneforthemunny]

rockstar!eddie munson x nepobaby!reader's timeline

i'm finally doing it, putting all the rockstar!eddie and nb!reader works in order on this. i'm going to include the blurbs too bc why not lol. so here it is for anyone wanting a timeline or to read in order. from earliest to latest:

groupie love was a prequel to rockstar!eddie. initially i wasn't going to do much with him but make him nasty and leave it, but you guys loved him so much he blossomed into what he is today haha. this is one of many encounters he had before nb, kinda to establish his relationship, and it's mentioned in the future works too.

sinister play this is the meeting. this is where it all begins. where you meet eddie, how you meet eddie, and more importantly where all this fuck buddy stuff starts.

dark shadows is next. this is the start of the two of them not hate-fucking anymore and it turning into a real relationship. nb shares a secret and so does eddie, and they kinda start to realize the other isn't so bad and they're not so different.

this angsty blurb was requested and written for vivi's blurb game (a blurb game that we play on here sometimes, created by the wonderful @queenimmadolla) focuses on a fight they have kinda following this. it sorta highlights the shift in the relationship now that they know more about each other and have more feelings.

linger is like a long blurb but it's one of the first ones where they're in a real relationship, and they're not fucking mean??? if that makes sense. just a sweet smut piece. they're still in a secretive relationship, the world doesn't know, but they're together.

lowe's blurb was written for vivi's blurb game and follows them as they try to keep their relationship a secret, while being a little horny lol. short and sweet and fluffy.

girls on film is where they've announced their engagement and relationship to the world, it's mentioned in here. sorta shows the shock value they had and how they wanted to keep it going??? that raunchy type rock and roll couple that's shocking to the world vibe.

awards ceremony blurb was requested for vivi's blurb game. it's right after they went public to the world and shows their relationship. highlights eddie winning an award and shouting nb out. very fluffy.

light my morning sky the vegas wedding fic. smutty but takes place on 2/3 wedding ceremonies they had. because they're obnoxious and in love and want as many weddings as possible lol.

pool blurb is a requested blurb from vivi's blurb game. nb and rockstar!ed have just moved into their forever home. they're talking plans for the future, and it's silly and fluffy.

jealousy blurb was requested for vivi's blurb game, and is after the wedding, one of eddie's 'ex-groupies' shows up where they're at and nb get's jealous. angsty.

pieces of you and me is kinda weird in the timeline because it shows 1) where nb gets pregnant and how but also 2) why they named their girls what they did. the intro to parenthood fic. its's got time jumps but kinda through the years.

treat me rough is technically next??? it's a pregnancy fic about nb pregnant with their first child.

build me up buttercup- a fluffy work that's about planning nb's baby shower with persephone. kinda dives into the origin of her name. pregnant!reader and super fluffy sweet <3

persephone's first vacation is a blurb from vivi's blurb game that was requested. it follows rockstar!ed, nb, and wayne with baby sephy only a few months old on their first mini vacation. super fluffy.

this sunscreen blurb is short and was apart of vivi's blurb game. it's rockstar!eddie and baby sephy.

persephone's first birthday blurb was requested for vivi's blurb game and is a short and sweet blurb that shows their change in dynamic because of parenthood. super fluffy.

the time warp is a halloween special work i did to show rockstar!eddie and nb's relationship throughout the year with a halloween tradition. it's a time jump but it has them as newly weds, pregnant, and with the kids.

the fourth of july blurb was requested as a part of vivi's blurb game. it's a silly blurb with rockstar!ed and nb's domestic life and is centered around one forth of july holiday.

it's tricky is also a halloween fic where they take the girls to hawkins to trick-or-treat for a 'real halloween' experience. another work from the halloween special i did, but fluffy.

the father's day blurb is another requested blurb from vivi's blurb game, and follows a father's day with the girls and rockstar!ed. super fluffy.

paparazzi blurb was a requested blurb from vivi's blurb game, with the twins and nb where they get followed by paparazzi while they're out.

super trouper is more in the future. shows eddie's relationship with his kids but also nb's parents. follows zahra's birthday and is super fluffy and sweet.

gone fishin' is last on the list, and is way in the future. follows grandpa wayne and little vega and their fishing adventure while visiting hawkins for the summer. super fluffy and domestic and cute!

[bejeweledblondie]

Captain John Price Headcannons

A/N: these are as realistic as I can make ‘em about to be, all of the headcannons I have are inspired by my personal experiences living on a military base & the experiences I’ve had with foreign military (even the Brits, playing cards against humanity with them was interesting)

Captain John Price x F! Reader

• You & Price met through Laswell, you were her intern turned assistant you had gone to college for international relations

• Your intelligence sparked his interest, Laswell had to do a whole presentation on their Task Force should interact with the women in some of the countries they completed missions in

• He was fully attentive & took notes the entire time

• When Price had asked you to dinner it took you by surprise initially, you were oblivious to his small gestures

• He’d bring you coffee, always visit you at least once a day, & would offer to carry your bag into the office

• He took you to a nice little Italian restaurant

• He opened the car door, made you walk on the inside of the street, pulled you chair out etc.

• His parents & grandparents raised him to be a proper gentleman

• He ordered the nicest wine for the both of you

• Afterwards, you guys walked around & just chatted, the conversation flowed beautifully

• When he drove you home he walked you to your door & you kissed him goodnight, once you closed the door he had a shit eating grin

• That following Monday a giant bouquet of roses sitting on your desk with a sweet note from him

• He’s so sweet on you, a true gentleman

•He found out how much you loved dogs & gifted you a golden retriever puppy

• You cried when he gifted the puppy to you

• After a year & a half of being together he proposed to you

• He used the Diamond from his grandmothers ring as your center stone, & he spent months with a jeweler custom making

• Laswell knew the entire time while he was planning the proposal & the ring

• Your wedding was a winter one the week after Christmas so everyone was able to take leave

• Soap, Simon, & other men he had served with were all part of the Saber exit you had at the end of your ceremony

• Soap was the one who cheekily tapped your behind with his saber to “properly” welcome you into the military

• “Mrs. Captain Jonathan Price, welcome to His Majesty’s Army”

• You guys opted for a nice cottage near post because on post housing absolutely sucks

• Shortly after you two had moved in, you had found out you were pregnant

• It terrified you initially & you came up with a creative way to tell John

• You picked up some Army themed baby onesies at the on post NAAFI (the British equivalent of the U.S. Militaries Post Exchange)

• You told him once he got home he had a gift waiting for him & he initially looked confused at the baby onesies, then it clicked

• The both of you decided to hold off on telling everyone until you were far enough long & starting to show

• You both decided to wait to find out the gender

• He treats you like a China doll while you’re pregnant (along with everyone else)

• You’d wake up to him talking to your stomach, he’d tell your baby all about his day

• In office surprise baby shower happened & everyone went ham with the gift buying

• An emergency hostage rescue operation came across Laswell’s desk the week you were due

• You sobbed into him when he told you, he absolutely hated seeing you this sad

• Like clockwork the night he was already mid-mission, once he got back Laswell informed him you were in full blown labor

• John was crushed, one of the nurses held your phone up so he could at least watch his baby being born on screen

• He broke down once he heard the cries of their infant coming into world

• It was a boy, you decided to name him John as well both after his father & grandfather

• He met you in the hospital 12 hours later still in his gear

• As soon as he possibly could this man brought y’all’s son to work

• Laswell was all over him, constantly wanting to hold him

• You do own Tactical Baby Gear with “Price” plastered all over it

• I don’t think you’d return to work after having your first kid tbh… it would’ve been too stressful with Price’s job

• You two definitely have more children, two boys & one girl

• Price 100% coaches your sons soccer (or if you’re not American; football) team

• Your little girl has him wrapped around her finger (along with her “uncles)

• He would sport a tiara & boa for her tea parties (any “uncle” that came over would too)

• He brought his daughter & her little friends to the Eras Tour (he had a blast btw)

• I think your two sons would join the army to follow in their father’s footsteps

• He was so proud when they graduated from Basic Training

• Price on the battlefield is a hardened man but as soon as he walked into your home his hard exterior dropped & he’d go full on domestic he truly loves you & the life you two had built

✨NSFW✨

• Price was the one who had been your first, due to the fact you focused more on school & your studies you hadn’t been with anyone else

• He wears that like a badge of honor, knowing he was the first & only one to show you how you should be treated in bed

• somewhat discreet office sex

• you’d like out a whimper or a moan & he’d whisper “mmmm you gotta be quiet sweetheart, you don’t want anyone to walk in hmmm”

• you have sucked him off while he’d been on calls in his own office

• he smokes cigars while you ride him in your backyard’s hot tub

• you’re a moaning mess on his cock & he’s just taking in the view of you bouncing up & down on him

• he’s 100% an ass man

• has a HUGE corruption kink, & loves being called “daddy” or “captain”

• he has a collection of nude Polaroids of you hidden in his bucket hat, Soap accidentally found one that had fallen out & Price immediately ripped it from his hands

• He definitely bought you sex toys before he leaves for deployment

• you two go at it like rabbits when he comes home (makes sense how y’all have three kids)

• you gave him a blow job after he was honored at a military ball in the bathroom, as a thank you for his service 😏

• People assume you two are vanilla & bland in the bedroom as oatmeal but boy looks can be deceiving

[luvrgirl4roman]

Solo Sikoa x Kyra(Black OC)

Warning: mentions of sex

Word count: 2.1k

Part 1: Introduction

After 14 hours of travel from Florida, I'm standing in Kahului Airport with my boyfriend, Christian. We're here for my favorite cousin Alyssa's destination wedding, and to enjoy some alone time to rekindle the romance in our relationship. We've been together for two years, but the relationship has been a bit rocky lately due to arguments over conflicting schedules—mainly on Christian’s part, since he often takes extra shifts at work. So, this alone time is exactly what we need—no distractions.

As we navigate through the busy airport, I receive a call.

"Hello?"

"Hey Ky, it's Ashley!"

"Heyyy girl, what's up?!"

"Nothing much! I'm the one picking you guys up from the airport. I'm outside right now."

"We're getting ready to walk out now."

We step out of the airport, greeted by the sounds of buzzing tourists, locals, moving cars, and buses passing by. To my left, I see Ashley waving her hands and screaming in the distance. When we get closer, a man hops out of a vehicle and loads our luggage, while she jumps into my arms.

"We're going to have so much fun this weekend!! Did Alyssa send you the itinerary?"

"Yes, girl, but I’m not doing all that! She must be crazy if she's planning my every minute here. I’m just here to watch her get married and relax with my man."

We hop into the truck and head to the hotel. The drive is beautiful, the lush greenery, the charming homes, the land—the scenery is breathtaking. About thirty minutes later, we arrive at The Four Seasons. As we pull up, a friendly valet and concierge staff greet us, offering leis while beautiful music plays.

"Aloha, welcome," they say in unison.

"Aloha, thank you so much. This is beautiful."

"Just like you, baby," Christian adds as he kisses me softly on the cheek.

The driver unloads our luggage, and the valet escorts us to the check-in desk. The lobby has an open-concept design, with huge columns and polished floors leading to the reception area.

"Aloha, I’m checking in for Kyra," I tell the desk clerk.

"Aloha, let me get you checked in and your key cards," she replies.

As she types away on her computer, I can hear waves crashing. Turning to my right, I see the beach and the ocean in the distance.

"Here’s your key card and receipt. Your concierge will escort you to your room. Enjoy your stay!"

"Thank you so much!" I reply

I grab my purse and head over to the lounge area, overhearing Christian talking about football.

"This season is going to be good—you got everything you need, baby?"

"Sure did."

"Well, let’s show you your suite," the concierge says.

As we're being led to our suite, I’m in awe of the gorgeous infinity pool, tall palm trees, spacious cabanas, and direct access to the beach.

"This resort is breathtaking," I say.

"What brought you here? Couples’ getaway?" he asks us.

"Kinda. My cousin is getting married here this weekend."

"Ohhhh, you're with the Mr. and Mrs. Johnson party?"

"Yes, sir," I reply.

"That’s amazing. I’ll be their personal assistant here as well."

"That’s great."

Christian is so in his phone he’s not paying attention at all. By the time we finish talking, we arrive at our suite. I hand him the key card, and he opens the door, bringing in our bags. The moment I step inside, I’m hit with the soothing scent of lavender.

"Welcome to your Club Oceanfront Prime Suite. My name is Derrick, by the way. Your room is designed with a modern look, featuring beautiful Hawaiian art on the walls, a coffee maker, a kettle for tea and hot chocolate, HD TVs in the living room and bedroom."

He leads us into the bedroom, which is huge.

"You have a spacious room with a king-size bed, a couch, a table. This and the living room have access to the balcony with views of the ocean and beach. We also have a gorgeous full marble bathroom with his-and-her sinks, a tub, and a shower for your choosing."

"How does room service work?" Christian asks.

"We offer 24-hour room service. Anytime you're hungry, you can use the tablet in the front room to order food for your suite. You can also contact me directly from there."

"That’s great! Did you have any other questions, baby?" I ask.

"Nope. Thank you so much, Derrick."

Christian walks him to the door, and I step out onto the balcony to sit in the lounge area, feeling the breeze on my skin and enjoying the fresh air.

"We’re going to have so much fun on this balcony," Christian smirks, joining me on the couch and kissing me so deeply it causes a tingle in my core.

"I can’t wait, baby, but let me call my cousin and check on her," I say.

I head back into the living room, stretch out on the couch, and scroll through my contacts to call Alyssa.

"Hello?"

"Heyyyy, bride-to-be! What’s up?!"

"Fav cousin! I’m so happy you made it!!"

"I wouldn’t miss this at all, boo! What are we getting into tonight?"

"We’re meeting up at 7:30 in my mom’s suite for some food and drinks. Tomorrow, we have a spa day and a dinner party. Brandon’s friends should be here by then."

"Okay, cool. I can’t wait! I’ll go take a nap and then head over. Text me auntie room number so I’ll know where to go."

"Okay, boo. See you then. Love you."

"Love you too."

After hanging up, I spent the next 20 minutes unpacking, hanging up my clothes, and arranging my shoes and toiletries in the bathroom. I grab my blanket, wrap up my boho braids, settle next to my boo, and drift off to sleep.

I'm awakened by Christian shaking me and the sound of my alarm blaring in the background.

"It's time to get up, baby," he says, kissing me on the cheek.

I get up to brush my teeth, wash my face, and then head to grab my two-piece black shorts set I brought from Shein, some stud earrings, and my favorite black platform sandals. I moisturize with my Bath & Body Works Into the Night lotion and spritz on my Sabrina Carpenter Sweet Tooth perfume. I'm the type of girlfriend that makes my man match with me, so he’s also in an all-black fit, with some black Forces and his Kenneth Cole cologne.

There's a knock on the door—it’s Derrick.

“Hey, Mrs. Johnson sent me to show you where the party will be tonight. Are you ready?”

I grab my purse, and we're out the door. The walk to my auntie’s suite is gorgeous. We notice someone running around lighting torches around the resort.

“What’s he doing?” Christian asks.

“It’s a nightly lighting ceremony. He blows a conch shell, then starts lighting the torches,” I explain.

We arrive at her suite, and she suddenly opens the door, drunk as hell, screaming.

“There’s my favorite niece, Ky!” she shouts, opening her arms and wrapping me in a squeeze.

“Hey, Auntie Golden. I see you’ve already started partying,” I chuckle.

She releases me and pulls Christian and me inside.

“Thank you, Derrick, for bringing them,” she says, sliding him a $20 and shaking his hand.

“Have a good night, ma’am,” Derrick replies.

“I hope she’s been acting right, nephew,” she says to Christian.

“She’s been iight,” he chuckles.

I side eye him, but then turned my attention to the suite.

Her suite is like a three-bedroom apartment, it’s hugeee. We walk into the first living space, where my cousins are sitting at the table playing UNO.

“Hey y’all!!” I greet them.

“Hey, Ky and Christian!” they reply in unison.

“Where’s Alyssa and Brandon?” I ask.

“Outside.”

We head outside and see them cuddled up on the couch by the fire pit—they look so cute.

“Hope we’re not interrupting, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson,” I say.

“Not at all! Hey cousin, I missed you! Hey, Christian, how are you?” Alyssa asks.

“I’m doing good,” Christian replies, dapping up Brandon, and they start chatting.

“Let’s get you some food and drinks!”  she suggests.

“Did you want any food or drinks?” I ask Christian.

“You know what I like, baby. I trust you,” he says, I could've dropped to my knees right there and stuffed his dick in my mouth from that comment alone.

Alyssa and I head to the other living room in the suite. We grab some sandwiches, and I get a pineapple margarita while Christian gets a Henny and Coke. Then we head back outside. I give Christian his food and drink while Alyssa and I walk to the other lounge area to talk.

“Are you nervous?” I ask her.

“Yeah, but in the end, it’ll all be worth it.”

“That’s great to hear!”

“When are you and Christian getting married?” she asks.

“Girl, I don’t know. We’ve had some rocky months leading up to this trip, but I think this will be what we need to get back on track,” I reply.

“Okay, cool. I hope everything works out for y’all.”

“So, is this everyone who will be at the wedding?”

“Nah, we’re missing Crissy, Alisha, and some of his old college friends—Roman, Jey, Jimmy, and his coworker Solo. But they’ll be here by tomorrow afternoon.”

“Okay, cool.”

We continue catching up until it’s almost midnight. We have to meet up at 10 a.m. tomorrow for our spa day, so we say our goodbyes, and Christian and I walk back to our suite.

“I’m glad we decided to come here,” I tell him.

“Me too. I needed the time off from work.”

“And some alone time, too.” I say

“Oh yeah, that’s right, baby,” he replies.

Once back in the suite, I head to the bathroom to shower, moisturize, and slip into a silk pink nightgown. When I come out, Christian is knocked out on the bed. I slid next to him and before I know it, I’m knocked out too.

My alarm wakes me up at 9:00 a.m. I roll over, and Christian isn’t there. He’s come out of the shower with a towel wrapped around him, and his dick print is sticking out.

“I have 20 minutes until I have to leave,” I say as I walk toward him and place my hand over his semi erect manhood.

“I’m so jet-lagged and tired. I’m not in the mood for sex right now, maybe tonight,” he replies.

It pissed me off to hear those words, but I don’t let it show on my face.

“I completely understand,” I say, heading to the closet to put on my outfit of the day: a gray strapless knee-length sundress, black flip-flops, and silver hoops. I let down my braids, grab my purse, and before leaving, I see him on the balcony on the phone with someone.

“Must be his brother,” I think to myself. I check myself in the mirror and head out.

When I arrive at the spa, I don’t see Alyssa, so I text her:

Me: Girl, where you at?

Fav Cousin 💕: I’m leaving my room now, girl. I’ll be there in 5 minutes.

Me: Aight.

Alyssa finally arrived, and we check in for our appointment. They take us back and provide us with the softest robes and slippers. We booked the 50-minute Aroma Journey, and whewwww! the way that man oiled me up with his big, soft hands roaming my body and rubbing my feet made me forget that I couldn’t get any dick to start my day. I fell asleep halfway through, and Alyssa had to wake me up.

I felt so rejuvenated afterward. Alyssa and I grabbed a quick lunch by the pool, then headed back to our suites for a nap before the dinner party tonight.

I entered our suite; it’s quiet, so I head to the bedroom and find Christian there, knocked out in the bed. His phone is on the nightstand, ringing off the hook. Now I wonder who that could be, I think, as I grab his phone. It only has a “D” as the contact’s name. I input his code, but he’s changed it. That makes me more curious about who that could be.

I go through two more codes, and on the final attempt, I try his mother’s birthday, it’s a success. I rush to the bathroom, lock the door, and begin scrolling through his messages with “D.” My eyes fill with tears as I read, but it’s the picture that was sent that breaks me into pieces…

Dividers: @saradika-graphics ❤️

[eternal-love]

Welcome to my blog! My name is Ale and I mainly write for Austin Butler (his characters).

EDITS

SERIES:

AUSTIN AND ME (Austin Butler)

Summary: Cynthia believes that she will have a fairytale life besides Austin. She couldn’t be more wrong. As she faces the real difficulties of marriage and she understand how no one is perfect.

FAMILY TREE (Feyd Rautha)

Summary: After Lady Jessica betrayed the Bene Gesserit by giving Duke Leto a son, she tried to make amends with the sisterhood by giving them a daughter— Arya.

ONE-SHOTS

STAR (Peyton Leverett x reader)

Summary; You help Peyton out on his new film project, but things take a turn for the best once he discovers what you, his little star, could do.

PUBLIC RELATIONS (Austin Butler x reader)

Summary: Things haven’t been going well since the birth of your baby and PR is chasing you guys’ asses to make it work.

LOVER, YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN (Austin Butler x reader)

Summary: After their divorce, Austin and you find each other again. And you catch up.

GOOD MEN DIE TOO (Benny Cross x reader)

Summary: Danny finally gets to sit down with you and hear about Benny.

STRANGERS (Cowboy!Austin x reader)

Summary: If you talk to strangers, you’ll fall in love. You learned it the hard way.

PURE (Priest!Austin x reader)

Summary: The priest at church makes sure you sin, all because he thought you were an innocent lamb.

GIRLFRIEND (Sebastian Kydd x reader)

Summary: You and Sebastian get alone. You never liked how Carrie treated him anyways.

GASLIGHT (Austin Butler x reader)

Summary: Photos of him and a model go viral online. You confront him.

THE SMALLEST MAN WHO EVER LIVED (Austin Butler x reader)

Summary: You’re heavily pregnant and discover a horrible truth about your husband.

MERRY CHRISTMAS, PLEASE DONT CALL (Austin Butler x reader)

Summary: Austin never defended you against the hate comments about your body. Now he wanted you to forgive and forget.

VENUS (Austin!elvis x reader)

Summary: You and Elvis celebrate your first wedding anniversary.

SWEETHEART (Austin Butler x reader)

Summary: You and Austin play Elvis and Priscilla, and blow off some steam in the makeup trailer.

A NONSENSE CHRISTMAS (Austin Butler x reader)

Summary: Austin hates your Christmas parties, but he does like fucking you when the guests arrive.

LACY (Courtier!Austin x Queen!reader)

Summary: You are the Queen, and you take a liking for a young courtier.

ITS TOO LATE (Austin x reader)

Summary: Austin and you try to rekindle your marriage by going back to the place you grew up in.

DISEASE (Prince!Austin x reader)

Summary: Turns out it’s not so hard to get a prince to fall for you.

SOAKED (Austin x reader)

Summary: You help Austin relax in the shower.

LEAVE (Benny Cross x reader)

Summary: You finally decided to stand up to Benny, it doesn’t work out the way you wanted.

LIGHTS, LABOR, ACTION! (Austin x reader)

Summary: Your baby decided to be the star of your own film.

[angel-of-the-moons]

I haven’t stopped thinking about that Hobie baby fever fic ever since you posted it. Many thoughts. Many thoughts many many thoughts and ideas many many little ideas.

You have people saying ‘Oh good luck lol kids are SO hard!’ ‘He’s definitely gonna regret it you’re gonna be a single parent’. But Hobie’s probably been WISHING from a young age he could be a parent, the only thing he didn’t prep for is your little one grabbing his wicks and him nervously calling out “Luv, luv help me LUV-”. He learnt very quickly to tie his hair back when he’s holding them. If you have a little girl, everyone always thinks it’s you who’s done her hair for the day or for school. NOPE. Hobie’s been with her in the bathroom since 6 in the morning putting her in braids and buns. Your baby is his whole world and he’ll be DAMNED if he won’t be the absolute best dad EVER ‼️

Oh my godddddddddd my ovaries went 💥💥

The Pitter Patter of Little Feet Pt. 2

Dad!Hobie x Wife!Reader

TW/CW: A lil angst at the start, Fluff. So much fluff.

A/N: I'm basing all my baby prep off of the things I had to do for my nephew. I am unsure the proper care that goes into textured hair but I hope I can do it justice!

🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸

You remember what people told you, how "someone like him" wouldn't be able to handle being a dad, how he'd leave you. The words said by your mother hurt the worst, the things she said about Hobie. Your father was no better, especially when they found out you two agreed to get pregnant before anything else.

Especially after you put the positive pregnancy tests, the test results from blood work with your doctor, and some baby booties on the table as a surprise.

It was supposed to go like you imagined, right? Happy jubilant crying, hugs, congratulations...

You got the exact opposite, with your parents criticizing everything about your boyfriend, the father of your unborn baby. The man you loved.

"What kind of father would he be? A bad one, just look at how he's dressed! You think he can help dress your child?" Your mother scoffed. "And those awful piercings! I bet your baby will be running around with holes in their face by the time they're six!"

"And what about a job? You can't be the only one to support your family. He's a man, he needs to step up and quit it with that "punk lifestyle". It's not suitable to raise my grandchild in!" Your father grunted.

After your baby was born, you cut them off and had a courthouse wedding, and a little get-together with his friends from the Spider Society. A mix of a reception and baby shower.

Joke's on them! Hobie was an amazing father, and an amazing husband. The moment he found out you two were having a little girl?

Pink. And. Purple. Her style would be all punkish of course.

He got stuffed instruments that crinkled for when she would teethe, some guitar-shaped rattles...

And he would never admit it, but Hobie actually cried, when he got to hold your baby girl for the first time. You guys named her Selena. Selena Brown.

She came out angry, wailing, as if she was pissed off at the world she had only been in for a few moments.

"Already got the spirit! Make a big noise, a big statement. That's my girl!" Hobie laughed, playing with her tiny feet.

After that, Hobie was very attentive. From you working from home, he would help. He'd fetch the breast pump when you needed it, would prep the bottles, and keep Selena occupied while you worked. He would even take the late shifts at night to make sure you got your rest.

As Selena got bigger, her hair became a bit unruly, and at times you had no idea what to do with it. Hobie? He came in clutch. The proper ties, hair masks, grease (if needed), oils, brushes...

The trick was getting the rambunctious one year old to hold still while her father attempted to tame the poofy mass.

It was one day, you got up from your computer only to hear Hobie shout your name.

"Babe! Babe!" He cried out, grunting.

Of course, you made a dash for the living room, only to see your husband with your toddler. Apparently she had moved behind him, her hands clinging to his shirt to help keep her balanced as she bounced on her little chubby feet.

Her big brown eyes gleamed as she giggled, her bottom teeth poking out in the most adorable way.

Well... it wasn't from where Hobie sat.

Selena's little fist had a tight hold over one of his wicks, tugging his head back sharp.

"A lil' help, luv?!" He winced, hissing at you as you covered your face to try and keep from laughing.

"Come on, Bug, give daddy's poor head a rest. He's got enough problems with that mess he calls hair." You tease, scooping up your little girl.

But... even though her grip loosened, Hobie's wick stayed attached to her hand.

"Oh... ohhhhh..." You said, clicking your tongue.

"What! What!" Hobie groaned, trying to tug his head free.

"You made me have a spider baby."

[half-unread]

Hello, it’s me again. Here to yap about my sweet baby angels 🌶️☀️

Here is the link for this sheet

Some more headcannons about them:

First of all I completely forgot to add their birth charts (because I’m dumb)

Daisy:

Capricorn Sun

Cancer Moon

Virgo Rising

Mercury in Sagittarius

Venus in Aquarius

Also, her Mars is in Scorpio

Shane:

Taurus Sun

Pisces Moon

Scorpio Rising

Mercury in Aries

Venus in Pisces

Also, his Mars is in Capricorn

Thank you to my astrology friend who does not have Tumblr for making their birth charts (because I’m crazy). I don’t know what any of this means, but apparently it makes sense :)

✨Shane’s contact name for Daisy is simply Daisy Mae☀️🧡

✨Daisy’s contact name for Shane is Chicken Man 🥚🩵

✨Shane’s Home Screen is a picture of Daisy and Jas asleep on his bed (his Lock Screen is Jas on her 7th birthday holding a baby chick dressed in a big purple princess dress, green fairy wings and green rain boots)

✨Daisy’s Lock Screen is a picture of Shane reading to Jas in their pajamas. Her Home Screen is a chaotic picture of Kermit the Frog because she cannot be too serious

✨Daisy buys every single chicken themed item she sees in the store for Shane. A silly stuffed animal? In the cart. A mug with a chicken on it? In the cabinet already. Chicken slippers? He wears them every day

✨Daisy also buys Shane silly button up shirts and boxers with silly and goofy patterns on them

✨Lingerie is hot, but Shane would much rather see Daisy in his favorite gridball jersey

✨The first thing Daisy grows in her greenhouse is like five different types of hot peppers for Shane

✨Shane isn’t a PDA guy, but at home? He HAS to be touching her (or at least near her) at all times.

✨When Daisy is pissed off, she SLAMS things. Doors. Cabinets. Glasses on tables. Shane always mumbled under his breath “here we go again” while rolling his eyes.

✨Before he gave Daisy a bouquet, Shane asked Jas for permission. Same goes for when he proposed/when they move onto the farm

✨Jas moves onto the farm. She 100% starts calling them mom and dad

✨When they get married, Sam is Shane’s best man. Ethan walks Daisy down the aisle.

✨Daisy and Shane have 5 kids (including Jas)

✨Daisy loves to use emojis (even when it’s not necessary. ESPECIALLY when it’s not necessary). Shane does not know what 💀 or 👀 means, but she won’t stop

✨Daisy writes poems and songs about Shane. He’s not musically gifted, so he makes her carefully curated playlists that she HAS to play in order

✨Shane doesn’t buy Daisy flowers, he hand picks them himself (usually from the one flower field in the secret woods that she’s obsessed with)

✨They love taking showers together. It’s not (usually) sexual. They wash each others hair and make jokes and talk about their days

✨Shane loves to brush and braid Daisy’s hair (he’s really good at it bc of Jas) but he always complains that she has “too much damn hair”

✨Shane never notices when Daisy gets her hair done, even though for a week before she complains constantly about how she looks like a brunette (she literally does not) - one time she put pink in her hair and he’s just like “…something looks different” but cannot figure out what

✨They watch reality TV together on Tuesday nights. They call it “Trashy TV Tuesdays”. Real Housewives of Zuzu City. The Bachelor: Ginger Island.

✨They both have beef with Lewis for different reasons, but both mutually agree they want to punch that guy in the face

✨Even though Daisy is the first to make a move, Shane is the one to say “I love you”. Love isn’t something he got as a child, but he knows he loves Daisy so much he might implode. She, on the other hand, believes she doesn’t deserve to be loved and it’s harder for her to say it and believe that he means it

✨He keeps a Polaroid Haley took of them at the Feast of the Winter Star in his wallet

✨She puts a picture of them on their wedding day in her moms locket that she wears

[annieqattheperipheral]

Shower thought.

As amazing as the sidnate saga is for Nate i invite you to consider how amazing it is for Sid.

Yea yea Nate gets to live his fantasy dream life with his idol.

Sid. Prodigy, in the media since 10yo, placed on a pedestal he's not only held onto but elevated beyond expectations

It gets lonely up there tho when your name's on your hometown's welcome signs and every person in hockey for several generations idolizes you

It must be nice to have a partner who can meet you there. That you don't have to do this crazy hoopla of a life as a Canadian hockey superstar by yourself, but also more importantly you don't have to compete with him (no matter how much you love to), he's for the next generation, you can be proud of him when he takes the top spot with a cup and mvp. And Sid falling out from top spot has probably been gentler for him than it otherwise would've been had he not been the biggest fan of the guy who passed him. He cheered him on himself. He noted the differences between what each of their bodies are capable of, keeping his expectations in reality, and his drive and fun for the game revved up as Nate kept barreling up that mountain. Like it's a good thing Nate wasn't always a peer but a protege

I mean there are a few other nhl players from NS who train in the summers with sidnate ones who came before Nate but none of them are forever linked in mind body soul to sid. None of them got to jump into his inner circle like that. None of them can talk him into changing offseason plans to go play in worlds when you weren't intending to. None of them get to be his neighbour. Sure sid's nice and wouldn't tell him outright get tf out of my face and neighbourhood, but he did encourage the friendship, connected with him so deeply they spent a summer being each other's halifax weddings plus ones and being roommates in cali, leading all the way to oh ofc he'll join me at the dunk tank then all the way to wearing his clothes on live television. Like that's a very strong two-way road baby. Sid loves Nate very very deeply and is never a bother to him but a delight