#she loved that she could make him blush with just one look

[dcxdpdabbles]

Hello! I was wondering if you had any more of the ghost King summon challenge au!

"Damian Wayne! You better be dressed and done here in five minutes or else!" Bruce shouted up the stairway. He was a mess of nerves, waiting for everything to go perfectly today, and his youngest was making it really hard.

Around the hire extra, staff raced about in a rushed panic, attempting to get everything in order before guests arrived. Bruce had been up for over ten hours getting everything ready, yet it still felt like time wasn't enough.

For goodness sake, he hadn't even had time to steam-press his suit!

"Where are the bloody flowers!?" He screams down the hallway. Usually, he would have been a bit embarrassed to catch himself using some of Alfred's British swearing (The man did raise him. It's why, for a few years, Bruce had a slight British accent as a child), but he can't find it in himself to care today. A poor worker organizing clothes on the pillar jumps a foot out of her skin.

"They're setting up now, Mr. Wayne," she assured me after realizing she was the only one in the hallway. "They just needed to figure out where to put the larger pieces in such a close space."

Bruce grits his teeth, biting back another less appropriate swear from his leaving his mouth. It's not the florist's fault, and certainly not this young lady's fault that they had to move the entire venue from Wayne's grounds to inside the manor, derailing all the prep work that went months into this, so he doesn't have a reason to take it out on her.

If only Gotham's weather hadn't done a complete one-eighty, everything would have been ready yesterday. Bruce hates that he has an entire satellite meant to track changes in the Speed Force that could affect the timeline as he knows it, but on Cass' special day, he couldn't realize it would rain.

Not just a drizzle. No. The stupid Gotham Skies decided today, of all days, would be perfect to crack open and release the bloody heavens.

"Good. Thank you." He says in a short clip sentence. Her smile wobbles only slightly before she makes an excuse and scurries away.

Bruce checks his watch, only to feel his eyes budge out at the new position of the hour hand. He twists around to scream up the stairs again. "DAMIAN!"

"I won't go!" His son's voice drifts down. "It's a trap!"

"For the last time, Danny forgives your family's debt now that they are marrying Cass. They are not waiting for you to lower your guard!" Bruce snaps, adjusting his suit. He has half a mind to go up there and drag his son out himself, but he just spotted the ice sculptures that were supposed to be at the end of each row where the guests were sitting at.

It would have looked lovely with Gotham's open sky and the following green of his yard, but if those fools placed them inside the grand hall, it would only look tacky.

His daughter's wedding will not look tacky!

"They want my soul!" Damian cries from above, and Bruce runs a hand through his hair. He glances around, desperate to find someone to help him, when he spots Tim chatting up one of the chefs he hired for the reception.

The blond was blushing, but there was a smile on his face as Tim leaned in close, speaking under his breath and sending the boy flirty, loaded looks. He seemed oddly familiar.

Didn't that blond go to school with Tim?

Whatever. Bruce didn't have time for that.

"Timothy Jackson Drake!" He snaps, causing his son to leap about from the chef, who looks like he got caught sneaking into the cookie jar. "Come collect your brother. Damian better be in the front row in thirty minutes or else!"

"Yes, Bruce! Right awa,y Bruce!" Tim yelps, scrambling up the stairway. There is a distant sound of screaming, then a few crashes the second he reaches the top, but Bruce knows he will not fail him.

He rushes to the grand ballroom hall, relieved to find the decorators hadn't put the statues on the end of the seating rows like he feared. Inside, they created a path leading into the doors, using the statues like pillars and leaving tastefully white clothes dropped from one to the other.

Inside, the grand ballroom hall looks like a winter wonderland, with soft white and ice blue decorating every inch of the room. Cass and Danny decided to make their wedding winter theme due to Danny's ice core and the fact that they met in winter.

Staff crowded every inch of the room, adding things, moving things, taking things, and speaking quickly and hurriedly. He knows he's a little stressed, but he will more than make it up to all of them for this quick and excellent service.

As a bonus, he'll rent an amusement park for them and their families for a full day. He'll have to make sure to include free meals and some tickets for the rides.

In the center of the room stood Jason, equipped with a clipboard and a headset, barking orders at the multiple staff members running about.

"Pam, I love those ice crystals," He says to a woman who was busy dangling them from the top of the highest pillars. She beams down from her perch at the top of the latter, which is at least fifteen feet long. Jason taps his headset. "How are we doing on the light and music synchronization, Timmy? Great! Remember, I want the lights to go up with every step she takes down the aisle."

Jason flips through some paper on his clipboard, adjusts his headset, and says, "Have we set up the smoke machines yet!? Cass is walking down that aisle in twenty minutes! Alight, thank you, I appreciate you."

Jason pauses, listening to whatever the other people in his headset are saying before he throws his hands up. "I don't care if the guests are getting impatient. They don't come in here until we finish. Don't worry. I'll gladly go out there myself to yell at them. "

He seems like he has a handle on things. Bruce is rather grateful that his second eldest manages to snag Duke and Cullen on his way to scream at Gotham elites. He knows they are the only ones throwing a fit about the delay due to the weather change.

None of Cass and Danny's actually beloved gusts would mind.

"B!" Dick calls, already dressed in his light blue suit. It looks lovely with the white tie and vest that can be seen underneath his suit jacket. "Danny is ready to go, and Cass is just getting her hair and make-up touched up again."

Bruce's heart launches. "My baby is getting married in twenty minutes."

Dick's smile is bright. "She is!"

Bruce's face crumbles as his eyes water. "My baby is getting married in twenty minutes."

His son's eyes widened, and he looked horror-struck. He presses a hand against his chest as though clutching nonexistent pearls. "She is."

"To think this all came to be because Kon sent that trend to try." Bart laughs, stepping beside them openly to gawk at the sight of the two heroes. "Are you two crying?"

"The mighty Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson crying," Kon perks up from where he was lodging at a nearby table. He had come in earlier to move the heavier pieces before any civilian could see him and was taking a break. "I never thought I see the day-"

"You did this!" Bruce snapped at the young man. Kon held up his hands, offering a nervous smile as the man rounded on him. "My baby is getting married because you sent Tim that video!"

"um.....Before I respond to this accusation, how many green stones do you have on you?"

A loud crash distracted Bruce from responding, seeing as it was followed by Damian's loud wailing. "No! No! I want to live!"

"Danny is not going to kill you!" Tim's frustrated voice screams back, "They never did!"

"I'll handle that." Dick sighs, rubbing his eyes clean. He pats Bruce's shoulder, taking him out of Kon's face- and earning a grateful nod from the clone. "You need to go meet up with Cass. You're walking her down the aisle in ten minutes."

Bruce runs towards his daughter's room, barely missing, running into Jazz, who flies by with a Ghost King Royal Cape. Today is going to be a fantastic day despite the stress.

[girlusional]

Can you get out of the room? - LADS

You asked him to leave the room so you could change your clothes, but he reminded you that you both were married and had children. (I saw some couples doing this on TikTok).

pairing: Zayne x You, Xavier x You, Rafayel x You, Sylus x You, Caleb x You (Female reader)

warnings: pet names (babe, love...), sex mention, suggestive phrases

w:1576k

Zayne

It was a lovely Sunday evening. After a long week, you finally had a chance to have Zayne with you again, a rare occasion due to his hard work in the hospital. 

He was reading a book on bed, waiting for you to get ready so you can go out to eat at your favorite restaurant. The bedroom was very peaceful, the only noises being the cars outside and the My Little Pony opening song coming from the living room, where your daughter is. 

You just got out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, when you saw him reading and decided to test something you saw on the internet.

“Love, can you get out of the room, please? ” Your voice sounded innocent as you began to open your drawers. “I need to change my clothes”.

You turned to look at him and saw that he was staring at you over his glasses, looking confused. “Pardon?”

“Well, I need to put on some clothes and I am a bit shy to change in front of you.” You said, squeezing your arms around your body to keep the towel covering you. “You know… I am a bit embarrassed.” 

A playful smile appeared on your lips as you saw his frowned face.

“I don’t understand why you want me to leave the room.” He answers, closing the book and taking his glasses off. Then he stood up, walking towards you at a slow pace. His shirt has the first two buttons open, and his belt is open as well.

“Because I don’t want you to look.” He almost laughs at your answer, looking at you, dumbfounded.

Suddenly, he called your daughter's name, who appeared at the door after some minutes. She was only four and was wearing a blue dress, matching Zayne’s shirt color, ready to go out with you, so she looked at you a bit confused when she saw your body still wrapped in the towel. “Mommy is not ready?” 

“Mommy is being difficult.” Zayne forces a sad expression, walking towards the little girl and patting her head. “Tell her to hurry up.”

“Hurry up mommy!” Your daughter runs again to the living room and Zayne smiles, looking at you. 

“Do I have to remind you how babies are made?” You blush slightly when he smiles mischievously, leaning against the door. “But once you asked, I will leave the room and make our little angel company”.

Xavier

It was your time to take a shower, so Xavier was taking care of your son while you were enjoying your bath, massaging yourself with the liquid soap. When you ended your bath, you walked to the bedroom and saw Xavier with the baby in his arms.

“Babe, can you get out of the room?” The blonde man looked at you, confused. 

“Why? Did I do something wrong?” You opened a tender smile to him and chuckled, getting some clothes in the drawers. 

“No, of course not. I just want to change my clothes.”

Xavier looked at you, then his eyes found the baby in his arms. One moment later, he looked at you again. “You know… that I already saw everything, right?” 

You blush, looking away to cover your face. “Shut up… I just need some privacy…”

“If it is something with your body, stop overthinking. You are as gorgeous as ever.” You looked at him, and for a moment you didn’t know if you wanted to kiss him or to throw a pillow on him. 

It was just a joke, a prank that you saw some couples doing on the internet, you didn’t know he would say something like this.

“And don’t you remember what happened fifteen minutes ago that woke him up?” You widen your eyes, feeling your cheeks getting hotter.

“Xavier!”

You two listened to the baby laughing, and you couldn’t help but smile too.  “You… silly.” Xavier opened a warm smile at your words.” 

He kissed your forehead before he began to walk away from you. “I will get his pacifier. Maybe he can sleep again, and we can…” Xavier glanced at you.

That 's it. You got a pillow and threw it at Xavier, making him run out of the room, laughing out loud.

Rafayel

One morning, Rafayel was helping your son with the art homework, and both of them sat on the carpet of the bedroom.

You saw that cute and pacific scene in front of you and smiled, seeing your husband so excited to teach your little boy. A perfect time…

“That's it, my little bubble, now if you mix yellow and red…”

A perfect time for a prank.

“Babe, let's go to the swimming pool… it's so hot today.” You say, innocent, seeing your son's eyes shining bright with the excellent idea.

The boy closed the notebook and ran to his own bedroom, and Rafayel chuckled.

“Fine, let's relax a bit, maybe after that he can sleep early and I will have you just to myself.” He stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist, giving your neck a peck.

“We will have a lot of fun, but now can you get out of the room? I need to put on my bikini.”

Rafayel frowned, confused. “What? Why do I need to get out?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling softly. “I am feeling a bit shy today, so I didn't want you to see.”

The artist raised an eyebrow at your comment.

“Love, do I have to remind you how we made that little boy?” He kissed your cheek. “It was raining when I held you and…”

“Shush!” Your face was almost burning up, as red as a tomato. “I remember.”

He chuckled again, caressing your hip slowly.

“Good, then I don't have to remind you about how…”

“Daddy! Where are my swim goggles?”

Rafayel stopped, looking at the door.

“Have you looked in your drawer?” He answered, looking at you. “I will help him.”

Sylus

It was your birthday and Sylus promised a “family day” to you, as you asked for. 

While you were drying your hair, he was helping your younger daughter to dress up. A moment later, he walked into your bedroom and saw you choosing an outfit. 

“Love, can you get out of the room?” Sylus frowned. “Why would I?”

“I want to change my clothes, so I will need to take off the one I am wearing.”

Sylus looked at your covered body, then at your face. “It’s not a big deal. You can change in front of me.”

“No, I am embarrassed.” You answer, lying. You just wanted to test the prank you saw on the internet.

“Embarrassed of what?” He scoffed.

“Changing my clothes in front of you.” He blinked, totally confused, then called three names, making his deep voice reach all the house.

Two children runned into your bedroom, the twins, who were already dressed up, then your younger daughter walked in slowly, since she was still learning how to walk.

“Trust me, kitten, I saw your body a lot of times already.” 

One of the twins frowned, saying “Ew! Mommy and Daddy are flirting!” You looked at the kid, poking his nose. “We are not!”

Sylus was smiling charmingly. “Of course we are…” He walked towards you and held your hand, giving it an affectionate kiss.

“Will we have another sibling?” You almost choked when the child said it out of the blue. “What? Where did you get this idea from?”

“Daddy told us that to make a baby he has to kiss your hand…” One of the twins said. “I want one more sister!” The other said as well.

You looked at Sylus, who was trying to hide his smirk against your hand. 

“Everyone… get out of here!” You shouted at them. Sylus laughed, holding both of the twins in his arms when he escaped from the bedroom, letting just you and your daughter. “Can you believe it?” You ask the little girl, who smiled cheerfully. “No, you are not going to have a new sibling.” You said, picking her up. 

Caleb

“Captain Marshmallow to Captain Daddy, are you listening to me?” You frowned, amused, as you saw your daughter and your husband playing spies in your bedroom, rolling on the bed and running around the room.

“I am, Captain Marshmallow. Leader Mommy just arrived from work. We need to greet her.” Caleb said as he picked the little girl in his arms. “Let's go.”

You smiled, kissing the girl's head before doing the same with Caleb's lips. “How are my ‘Captains’?” The question was almost a joke, but you saw your husband laughing.

“She watched a lot of movies.”

“Daddy! We can use the bubble guns to play!" The girl ran out of the room, letting you and Caleb all alone.

“How are you, my dear?” He hugged you tightly.

“Tired, but I am good.” You smiled, feeling a bit better. “I need to change my clothes, can you get out of the room, babe?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why? It's not like I never saw you naked before, you know…”

You poke his arm, blushing. “I just need some privacy.”

He laughed, seeing your daughter running back to the bedroom with two bubble guns on hands.

“I will give you ten minutes.” He winks, looking at you. “So hurry up, or I will have to keep you here for more than that.”

[pineconepie]

This is all so amazing but I have to have some more of Vincent talking care of us especially what happens with his mob and stuff like if he’s out how much defense does he know on you and if so how many of them are around our finger by our 2 meeting?

This isn't exactly what was requested, but I still like the way it turned out :3

TW: Mentions of violence, parental/platonic yandere, infantilization

...

You hold Vincent's hand as he steps out the limousine, gently tugging you along with him.

When he mentioned bringing you to his office and workplace, you had no clue what to expect. So far, most of what you've seen matches the theme of Cryo and their various properties and establishments - mostly sleek black and white, with hints of blues and grays thrown in here and there.

You look up at the building nervously, but he doesn't seem too worried about it at all.

In fact, he looks rather excited for this visit. "You'll love it! We have lots of nice stuff here," he reassures you. "I'll hire a babysitter for you soon, but for now I want you to stay with Dad some more before we separate too much."

Babysitter, huh? Well, it makes sense given how protective and controlling Vincent acts around you. Not that you'd complain too much, you're well fed and generally content, besides the occasional panic session.

He smiles widely, putting his hands on your shoulders and guiding you into the lobby area.

The walls are painted a light cream color, the floors tiled grey.

There aren't any windows on this floor, just doors leading elsewhere inside.

There are several men and women walking around wearing suits and carrying briefcases or files. A few glance at you curiously as they pass by, but otherwise they keep focused on their tasks.

They all move aside quickly upon noticing Vincent approaching with you, however. None of them want to get in your way or risk upsetting the boss by holding up traffic.

That must mean these people really respect him, or fear him.

Probably a little bit of both.

Either way, it gives you chills thinking about what kind of person could command so much authority without even raising their voice once.

Then again... You suppose that's part of being in charge of a massive organization like Cryo. Anyone who steps out of line gets dealt with accordingly. No questions asked.

A woman approaches him briskly. "Good morning, Mr. Brewer," she greets politely, bowing her head slightly as she does. Her gaze flickers to you briefly before returning back to him. "How may I assist you today?"

"Just making sure my kiddo settles in nicely here." Vincent pats your head affectionately. "Come on, munchkin." He guides you down the hall.

Everyone stares at you openly now, curious about the newcomer. You try not to pay attention, focusing instead on Vincent and where he leads you. Eventually, you arrive in front of an office door marked 'Mr. Vincent Brewer.'

Inside is an enormous space filled with expensive furnishings and decorations.

Huge bookshelves line one wall; another contains a large fireplace surrounded by comfy armchairs. The ceiling itself seems to stretch upwards forever, ending somewhere far above your head.

On the opposite side of the room sits a desk piled high with papers and other items that look like they belong to important meetings. A huge map covers most of the surface. Behind it stands a window overlooking the city below.

"I made sure the mini fridge is stocked full of juice boxes and snacks," he tells you, gesturing to the corner of the room. "Only the best for my baby."

You blush and rub your arm. "I-I'm not a baby..."

He smiles at you sweetly, booping your nose. "Aw, yes you are, sweetie. But its okay! You don't have to worry about anything anymore." He then scoops you up in his arms and rocks you back and forth, making you giggle. "See? You try to act all tough and grown-up sometimes, but deep down you just wanna be babied, right?"

"...shut up," you mutter into the fabric of his shirt.

He hums softly and continues to sway you back and forth for a few moments longer before finally setting you down again. Then he takes your hand and leads you towards the couch near the fireplace.

"Here's some blocks and crayons and stuff." He sets a box of toys on top of the coffee table, along with a coloring book. "I have lots of important paperwork to do, so play quietly and let Dad focus on work, okay?"

You nod obediently, already reaching for the box.

Your fingers brush against plastic bricks and cardboard books before pulling away again, grabbing hold of some colored pencils instead. You start drawing random lines and shapes onto blank sheets of paper, enjoying yourself more than you'd like to admit.

Meanwhile, Vincent sits down behind his desk and begins sorting through various documents, scribbling things down whenever he needs to jot something down.

Every now and then he glances over at you, smiling warmly each time.

When you finish scribbling aimlessly across the page, you glance up to see what else you could do. The idea of sitting still for hours while listening to Vincent shuffle through papers is boring beyond belief.

You wonder how much you could annoy him if you truly acted the child he's so keen to treat you like.

You crawl into his lap, giggling when he jolts in surprise, looking down at you.

"What are you doing, cutie pie?" Vincent asks. He wraps one arm around you protectively. His grip tightens slightly as he leans forward to get a better view of your drawings. "Drawing pretty pictures for Dad, hm?"

"Yep!" you chirp, smiling brightly up at him. "Wanna see?"

His expression softens further as he nods. "Yeah, sure! Come on, up ya go." He lifts you higher onto his chest so he can see everything clearly. Then he examines your artwork closely for several seconds. Afterward, he gives you an approving nod. "My baby is so talented! That's beautiful. Didn't know I was in the same room as an artistic prodigy!"

Your face heats up at the compliment, feeling embarrassed yet oddly pleased at the same time. "T-thank you..."

He ruffles your hair affectionately and sets you back down again. "Why don't you draw some more? Maybe make Dad a picture too?"

You were hoping he'd be annoyed with you, but he looks more happy than anything, even with how busy he must be right now.

Oh well.

Maybe next time.

You continue to doodle idly for a while longer. You find yourself wanting to push the envelope with Vincent's patience, see how much he'll allow before it becomes too much.

But then he stands, adjusting his tie. "I got a quick meeting to attend," he says, offering you a sad smile. "Wait here. I'll come check on you and bring you lunch after."

Disappointed, you nod, frowning as he pats your head and walks towards the exit.

The door closes behind him with a quiet click. Only then do you slump against the cushions of the chair you sat upon earlier. Now what will you do?

You return to your doodles, deciding that this is probably the best way to pass time while waiting for him to return.

Once you get bored with those, you wander around the office. You poke around his desk drawers, finding nothing interesting there besides the usual stuff like pens and pencils.

You sift through folders of documents, but its hard to understand any of it, since there's loads of big words you don't know and lots of numbers involved. You end up staring blankly at pages full of graphs showing lines going upwards and downwards, wondering how anyone could ever read such boring stuff without falling asleep halfway through.

When that gets boring, you go to the door, turning the knob, expecting him to have locked it behind him.

However, much to your surprise, it opens easily.

So either he trusts you won't run off while unsupervised, or he simply forgot to lock it due to distraction.

Whatever the case may be, it means you have access to explore the building freely...

With excitement bubbling in your stomach, you quickly step out of the room and shut the door carefully so it doesn't make a noise.

Oddly enough, you don't want to try escaping, even if the chances were in your favor.

You take the elevator up a few floors and look out the window.

The view up here... It really is breathtaking. From where you stand, you can see miles and miles away, watching the sky shift colors as clouds drift overhead.

"Oh, poor thing. Are you lost?" a gentle voice coos.

You turn to see a man who looks slightly younger than Vincent, with long dark hair and grey eyes. He wears a suit, but he has several bandages wrapped around his hands.

"N-no! I'm just..." You pause, unsure what excuse to use. "...I was exploring."

He frowns. "Is that so? I'm Trenton. What's your name, little one?" He kneels down, even though he isn't much taller than yourself.

Why is everyone so insistent on treating you as a child?! But you can't deny, it does make you feel smaller. "...(Y/n)."

Trenton blinks for a moment. "Ohh, you're Vincent's child! Oh, wow. I can tell why he dotes on you, you're adorable. What on earth are you doing here? It's dangerous and I know for a fact Vinnie wouldn't allow it."

Another group of people come over, before you get the chance to even reply.

"Woah! Why's a kid here?" a man with short messy hair asks.

"That's Boss's kid," a woman in a pinstripe suit remarks. "We shouldn't mess with them. He won't take kindly to us interactin' with them."

Suddenly, you feel tiny amongst these tall adults surrounding you.

Trenton notices your anxious expression. "That's just Quinn, don't mind her. Oh, and this is Phoenix."

"Heya, squirt," Phoenix greets. He ruffles your hair. "We should probably get them back to Mama Bear's office before he notices. I'd rather not have all my limbs broken today."

"Mama Bear?" you ask in confusion, tilting your head.

"The Boss," Quinn replies shortly. "Our new little code name for him."

"Because of youuu," Phoenix croons, pinching your cheeks. "Boss treats you like his baby cub. I think it's cute, personally."

"Okay, leave (Y/n) alone," Trenton scolds. "Come on, I'll lead you back downstairs." He holds out his uninjured hand for yours, which you accept. Not like you have much of a choice.

"I can come with you guys!" Phoenix exclaims. "And so can Quinn, right?"

The woman sighs. "Well, it beats working."

As the four of you begin descending the stairs, you look at Trenton's bandaged hands. "What happened?" You don't even realize its rude until you say it out loud. "I'm sorry if that was personal..."

He chuckles. "Aw, it's okay. It's fine." He stretches them out, examining the wounds beneath his cloth wrappings. "Just some... accidents in the workplace." He smiles faintly.

Phoenix elbows him roughly in the ribs. "You didn't tell em the best part! About the fork!"

"I don't want to traumatize the poor thing!" Trenton exclaims. "You know Vincent would kill me."

Quinn smirks. "The story behind it was pretty funny. Some bastard thought he could break in and steal some documents, but good ol' Trent here managed to take him out with a single fork. Very gory, very bloody. I sat and watched the entire thing. The best part? It was a Hello Kitty-themed fork."

Trenton glares. "It was actually Keroppi. Get your Sanrio characters straight next time."

She rolls her eyes dramatically.

You frown. "T-that's awful... is the intruder okay?"

Phoenix laughs loudly. "Pft— Hell nah! Boss had us kill the dude. None of us really like killing, but it comes with the job."

"I like it," Quinn shrugs, earning another glare from Trenton. "What?! Don't get a job here if you're squeamish about killing."

Trenton sighs, then notices your terrified expression. "I know that's probably scary... but we only kill the people who deserve it." He offers a small smile. "Don't worry, sweetie. We won't hurt you." He narrows his eyes at both Phoenix and Quinn. "Now please, they've already been traumatized enough. Let's talk about happier things, shall we?"

They hear yelling as they get closer to the hall you remember Vincent's office being.

"Someone had to see them! Are you all stupid?! They're so small, there's no way they got far! Fuck! Check the cameras!" Vincent bellows. "If they aren't found in the next ten fucking minutes, you're all dead!"

"Ohhh, someone messed up big time," Phoenix says under his breath, glancing over at you. "Lemme guess - you left while he went somewhere?"

You swallow nervously and nod.

"(Y/n)! Baby, where are you?! Please don't do this to me!" Vincent cries from afar. His tone went from livid to desperate in the span of just a few seconds. "Please, angel, if you can hear me, come back! Where are you?!"

Trenton grimaces. "This is the most upset I've seen him since... ever." He glances at Quinn and Phoenix. "I think you guys should leave if you don't want to face his wrath."

"Good plan. Seeya, squirt." Phoenix gives your shoulders a reassuring squeeze. "Bye, Trenton. Good luck."

When you finally reach Vincent, he's panting and pacing back and forth, gun in hand and eyes crazed. He looks genuinely terrifying right now.

"(Y/n)?!" He sprints over immediately, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. "Oh, oh thank god. Are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt anywhere?" He starts patting you down, searching every inch of skin for injury. "Where have you been? Do I need to kill someone?" He kisses your face all over, squeezing you impossibly tight in his embrace. "God, don't scare me like that!"

You glance at Trenton, silently pleading for help.

Trenton clears his throat. "Boss... I found them wandering around, they got lost. They were looking for you. Everything is okay."

Vincent stares at him, still clutching your trembling body tightly. "Is that so?" Then he returns his attention to you again. "Baby? Is that true?"

You hesitate, because that's far from true, but lying would probably spare you from his anger. "I got worried. You were gone forever." You bury your face in his shoulder, hoping he'll feel pity for you. "Please don't be mad at me... or Trenton."

Vincent sighs heavily. "Oh, pumpkin... It's alright." He kisses the top of your head lovingly. "Sorry I left for so long. I'll call my driver to pick us up early, then we can put this all past us." He leads you back into his office, passing Trenton a grateful smile. "Thanks, Trent. I'll buy you a new set of Keroppi silverware."

"...that would be appreciated."

...

"Boss's ride is here, where is he?" Phoenix tilts his head.

"In his office. I'll make sure he's okay," Trenton says.

Quinn and Phoenix follow. Trenton knocks gently and cracks open the door to check in on Vincent and his kiddo.

On the couch, you're sleeping soundly on his lap, a blanket draped across you and Vincent cradling you like you're the most precious thing in existence. Probably because to him, you are.

"Aww," Phoenix coos, leaning on the doorway. "Mama Bear and his cub!"

Vincent shoots them the middle finger, but they can all see the amusement barely hidden on his face. "Don't you three have somewhere to be? Get out before you all get demoted."

Trenton stifles a laugh. "Your ride is here, Boss."

"Hmm." He carefully scoops you up, rubbing your back soothingly when you stir awake. "Shhh, shhh, its okay, munchkin. Just me and Trent. And Phoenix. And Quinn, for some reason. Go back to sleep." You fall unconscious again, instinctively nuzzling closer to Vincent.

You hate to admit it, but you feel safe.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

omg need more hockey player ani pairing 😭💗 they are too cute ! ur a great writer hehe

PAIRING: popular!hockey player!anakin x nerd!reader

FLUFF ❦

You were just trying to enjoy your lunch. That’s all you wanted. All you needed. A peaceful, quiet break from the exhausting day, just curled up at your usual spot in the cafeteria with your notes spread out and your favorite chocolate pudding waiting for you—

Except the pudding wasn’t there.

You blinked at the empty space where your dessert should be, only to feel a sudden presence beside you. A familiar one. Way familiar one. The scent of fresh cologne, that mix of sweet vanilla and something distinctly him. Then—

Plop.

A pudding cup appeared in front of you, placed by a hand you knew all too well. Big, warm, calloused fingers that had traced over every inch of your skin, now casually sliding your favorite dessert toward you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You didn’t even have to look up.

“Hi, sweetheart.” ANAKIN SKYWALKER’s voice was too smug, too soft, too teasing, and before you could even react, he was already sitting down across from you, legs sprawled like a confident guy he was. He didn’t care that the entire cafeteria was staring. Watching. Whispering.

Because of course they were.

Let's make it clear, he was the golden boy, the effortlessly cool hockey captain and straight-A student who never really seemed to work for his grades. And that kind of guy had just casually sat himself down at your table. The nerdy, book-loving, keeps-to-herself girl who was currently gripping her fork like it might save her from the sheer amount of attention suffocating the air around her.

Oh God.

The murmurs were turned on an instant. Hushed voices, shameless glances, side eyes (to you, of course. Anakin was too hot for that). You could feel the stares digging it nails into your back, dragging down, drawing blood. The questions running to your ears, swallowed by your mind, fighting against one another

«Are they really dating?»

«How the hell did she pull him?»

«No way, she must be doing his homework or something—»

Yet, Anakin ignored all of it. Acted completely unbothered. If anything, he thrived on it, grinning as he propped his chin up on his palm, blue eyes twinkling with something mischievous.

“You gonna eat that, sunshine?” he teased, nodding towards the pudding cup he’d oh so generously gifted you. “Or are you too busy blushing for me?”

Your face burned. “I—I was not blushing for you.”

“Oh?” Anakin’s smirk only grew wider and he leaned closer, voice dropping to that low, teasing octave that made your stomach flip. “So you always turn that shade of pink when you see me?”

Your glare covered your face instantly “Shut up.”

“Make me.” he punctured each word with slow pronouns cation

You hated how effortlessly he said it. How easy it was for him to fluster you. How well he known you, after..well, three months only. How easily he got under your skin. And he knew it all, too—the way you were gripping your spoon too tightly, the way you avoided meeting his gaze, how your whole body was practically screaming in embarrassment.

Then he did the worst thing possible.

He reached across the table, hooking his fingers into the front pocket of your hoodie—the one he stole from your closet and refused to give back—before tugging you slightly forward. Just enough to send your heart into a frenzy. Just enough for his voice to go soft, affectionate, sweet.

“You know I like you, right?”

Your breath stopped in your throat. Because that wasn’t teasing. That wasn’t for show. That was just him being..him

“…Yeah,” you mumbled, biting your lip, heat rushing to your cheeks. “I know.”

Anakin grinned, proud of..well, himself. “Good, good” then, because he couldn’t help himself, he stole your pudding and took a bite before mumbling how sharing is caring..

Cocky bastard.

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[regressionschool]

going full toddler part 8: She really loves her Pampers

Marie found herself sinking deeper into the warmth of the moment, her fingers absentmindedly clutching her bunny as she reached for another block.

She wasn’t thinking anymore.

She wasn’t worried about what she looked like, how thick her diaper felt, or what Mommy thought about her.

She was just… playing.

She placed another block.

Tim did too.

Another.

Then another.

The stack wobbled, the colorful plush cubes swaying slightly under their careful hands.

Marie held her breath.

Tim grinned.

He wiggled his fingers playfully near the tower, pretending to poke at it, making Marie gasp.

“Noooo!” she whined, clutching her bunny tighter.

Tim giggled.

“Boys,” she huffed, scrunching her nose at him.

Tim just laughed again, rolling onto his tummy, lazily kicking his legs behind him. He was still full of energy, still giggling, still bouncing slightly like he could keep playing forever.

But Marie…

Marie was getting tired.

The warmth of the playpen, the soft crinkle of her diaper every time she shifted, the way she had sunk so deeply into little space—it was all catching up to her.

Her limbs felt heavy, her blinks lasting a little longer each time.

She tried to keep playing.

But stacking blocks was starting to feel hard.

Her fingers fumbled as she tried to place the next one, her movements sluggish, her tiny pout forming as the block wobbled and fell instead of staying where she wanted.

Marie whined softly, rubbing her eyes.

Tim blinked at her.

Then—

“You’re sleepy,” he declared.

Marie frowned. “Nuh-uh.”

Tim smirked.

“Uh-huh.”

Marie huffed, trying to sit up straighter, but the second she moved, a huge yawn stretched across her face, her jaw going slack, her body instinctively curling up.

Tim giggled.

“Told ya.”

Marie pouted, crossing her arms over her bunny.

But…

Okay.

Maybe she was sleepy.

Her eyes felt droopy, her limbs felt too warm, and—

And the next time she blinked, she took just a little too long to open them again.

Tim, still smiling, rolled onto his back, stretching his arms above his head before plopping onto his side lazily. “I think we need a nap,” he announced.

Marie frowned.

“Nuh-uh,” she mumbled again.

But even she didn’t sound convinced.

And then—

“Hmm,” Mommy’s voice hummed from behind them. “I think that’s a wonderful idea.”

Marie’s stomach flipped.

She turned just in time to see Mommy standing beside the playpen, her arms crossed, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

Steve was beside her, smirking down at Marie like he already knew she was about to fuss.

“B-but…” Marie fidgeted, shifting in place, the soft crinkle of her diaper making her blush. “I—I don’t need a nap.”

Steve chuckled, kneeling beside the playpen. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, brushing her hair out of her face, his fingers warm and gentle. “Look at you. You can barely keep your eyes open.”

Marie whimpered softly, her bunny squished tightly to her chest.

“I can…” she mumbled sleepily.

Steve tilted his head. “Oh? Then what happens if I do… this?”

And before Marie could react, his fingers gently traced her forehead, his touch so soft as he stroked down her temple, across her cheek, and under her chin.

Marie melted.

She couldn’t help it.

Her whole body sagged, her eyelids fluttering, her muscles going so loose that she didn’t even realize she had started leaning against the playpen wall.

Steve smirked.

Marie whined in protest, but it was weak.

Mommy laughed. “Oh, sweet girl,” she cooed, reaching down to stroke her cheek too. “You need a nap.”

Marie’s whole body burned.

Her cheeks felt like they were on fire.

She wanted to argue.

But she was already sinking.

Steve’s hand rubbed her back again, slow and steady, keeping her grounded, keeping her little.

She sucked in a breath.

“…Fine,” she mumbled, her voice small.

Tim grinned.

But before they could be lifted out of the playpen—

Mommy’s gaze flickered to Tim’s diaper.

Her smile twitched.

“Well, almost time for a nap,” she murmured. “But someone needs a change first.”

cotniue with: tim is very soggy, but he is clearly used to being checked and changed whenever Mommy decided. So completely dependent.

Her breath caught as Mommy laid him down, her hands moving effortlessly to undo the tapes of his diaper.

Marie wanted to look away.

She knew she should.

But—

But she couldn’t.

His diaper was completely soaked.

And still—

Still, he wasn’t embarrassed.

Mommy hummed softly as she wiped him down, her movements practiced, careful, loving. “Such a soggy boy,” she teased gently.

Tim just giggled

Even with Mommy’s hand pressing against the front of his diaper, even with the clear squish of his soggy padding being so obvious, he didn’t look the least bit embarrassed.

Marie, on the other hand, felt her entire body heat up.

She knew she shouldn’t be staring. She knew she should look away.

But—

But she couldn’t.

Her breath caught as Mommy laid Tim down right there in the playpen, her hands moving effortlessly to undo the tapes of his diaper.

Marie squeaked, hugging her bunny tight.

She should turn around. She should—

But her eyes stayed locked.

Riiiip.

The sound of the tapes being undone made her jump.

Tim didn’t even flinch.

His pacifier popped back into his mouth, and he suckled lazily, completely at ease as his wet diaper was peeled open.

Marie’s heart pounded.

She had never seen someone else being changed before. Never seen how it looked from the outside.

And Tim…

Tim was so… dependent.

There was no hesitation in Mommy’s movements, no asking if he needed a change, no waiting for him to ask. She had decided he was wet enough, and that was that.

And Tim just… let it happen.

Her fingers twitched against her bunny.

She had never thought of it like this before, never realized how much control she still tried to hold onto.

Even now, she still felt her diaper. She still knew when she needed a change.

But Tim?

Tim didn’t.

He hadn’t even noticed.

His diaper was completely soaked, yet he hadn’t squirmed, hadn’t tugged at it, hadn’t even hesitated before flopping onto his back, letting Mommy handle it.

Would she be like that someday?

Would she stop noticing?

Would she ever just… let it happen without thinking about it at all?

Marie gulped.

Her tummy felt weird.

She shouldn’t be thinking about this.

She should look away.

But—

Squish.

Mommy pressed a wipe against Tim’s skin, humming softly as she cleaned him up, her movements practiced, careful, loving.

“There we go,” she cooed, tilting her head with a warm smile. “Such a soggy boy.”

Tim just giggled.

Marie stared.

She didn’t know why, but something in her expected him to react. To blush, to squirm, to hide his face.

But he didn’t.

His eyes stayed half-lidded, relaxed, as he nursed from his pacifier, his toes wiggling slightly as Mommy finished wiping him down.

Marie’s breath hitched.

This wasn’t just about diapers.

This was something deeper.

Tim didn’t just wear them.

He was completely dependent on them.

On Mommy.

On being cared for.

Marie whimpered softly.

She wasn’t sure if it was out of embarrassment, or if it was… something else.

But then—

Then Mommy reached for a fresh diaper.

“Hmm,” Mommy mused suddenly, a teasing lilt creeping into her tone. “I didn’t bring in your fresh diapers yet, sweetie. Maybe we should just borrow one of Marie’s unicorn Pampers?”

Marie gasped.

Tim’s head snapped up.

His pacifier fell from his lips, his entire expression twisting into pure horror. “Mommy!”

Marie’s face burned hotter.

Her mouth dropped open.

Mommy just grinned.

“Oh?” she cooed, feigning innocence. “What’s wrong with that idea? They’re nice and thick—perfect for my little soggy boy.”

Tim whined, his nose scrunching up in absolute betrayal.

“Nooo!” he squeaked, shaking his head so fast his short hair flopped a little. “Th-they’re for girls!”

Marie’s heart pounded in her chest, her fingers clenched tightly around her bunny.

She could not believe what Mommy had just said.

Her unicorn Pampers? On Tim?!

That was not happening.

And Tim looked just as horrified, his cheeks puffed up in a dramatic pout as he squirmed beneath Mommy’s teasing gaze. “Mommyyy,” he whined, kicking his feet. “That’s not funny!”

Marie huffed, crossing her arms. “They are mine!” she added stubbornly.

Mommy just laughed, clearly delighted by both of their reactions. “Relax, babies,” she teased, ruffling Tim’s hair. “I was only kidding.”

Tim was still dramatically sprawled out on the changing mat, arms stretched over his head like he had barely survived the horror of nearly ending up in a unicorn diaper. His lower lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout, and his cheeks were still pink from Mommy’s teasing.

Marie, on the other hand, was still fuming.

She clutched her bunny tightly, crossing her arms over her chest, her cheeks puffed up in an indignant pout.

Her unicorn Pampers.

Hers.

She wasn’t sure why she was so riled up about it, but the idea of someone else—especially Tim—wearing them made her tummy twist in a way she didn’t quite understand.

Those diapers weren’t just any diapers. They were hers.

They were thick and soft and pastel and had little sparkly unicorns on them, and they belonged to her and her only.

And Steve knew exactly what she was thinking.

His smirk was wicked as he crouched beside her, resting his chin in his palm. “Aww, what’s the matter, princess?” he drawled, his voice full of mock innocence. “You don’t want to share?”

Marie scowled at him, hugging her bunny even tighter. “They’re mine,” she grumbled.

Tim, still flat on his back, giggled.

Mommy laughed softly as she unfolded a fresh white diaper, sliding it under Tim’s bottom as if the whole conversation wasn’t even happening. “Oh, sweetheart,” she cooed, her voice light with amusement. “You sure do love your Pampers, don’t you?”

Marie froze.

Her whole body tensed, her breath catching in her throat.

Steve’s smirk widened.

“Oh, she does,” he mused, shifting even closer to her, his tone teasing. “She loves them.”

Marie’s face flamed.

Her heart pounded.

She shook her head rapidly, her pigtails bouncing with the movement. “N-no, I just—! They’re—they’re mine—!”

Steve chuckled.

Mommy let out a soft hum, fastening the tapes on Tim’s new diaper, her hands moving effortlessly as she patted the fresh padding snugly against his tummy. “Well, of course, sweet girl,” she said sweetly, giving Tim’s newly changed diaper a gentle poke to make sure it was secure. “But you got so protective over them just now… makes me think you must love them a lot.”

Tim grinned, sitting up with a loud crinkle. “She does!” he declared, his pacifier still hanging from the clip on his shirt. “She super duper loves them!”

Marie squeaked.

“I—I do not!” she lied instantly, her face going even redder.

Tim smirked at her, crossing his arms. “Then why’d you get all grumpy when Mommy said I could wear one?”

Marie’s stomach flipped.

Steve let out a low chuckle. “Mmm, that’s a good question,” he mused. “Why did you get so grumpy, sweetheart?”

Marie whined, curling in on herself, her bunny practically squished against her chest now.

She didn’t know!

She just… she didn’t like the idea of someone else wearing her special diapers! They were soft, they were thick, they were cute, and they were hers!

And maybe—just maybe—they made her feel safe.

And maybe—just maybe—she did love them.

But she wasn’t about to say that out loud.

Mommy smirked knowingly as she helped Tim sit up, her fingers smoothing out his dino T-shirt before ruffling his hair.

Steve leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to the top of Marie’s head before whispering just loud enough for her to hear:

“It’s okay, princess,” he murmured, his lips brushing her hair. “Daddy loves that you love your Pampers so much.”

Marie let out a tiny whimper, her entire face practically glowing red.

She couldn’t handle this.

This was too much.

She squeezed her eyes shut, hiding her face in her bunny’s soft fur, trying desperately to block out the teasing, the knowing smiles, the awful realization that they were right.

She did love them.

She loved them.

And now, they knew.

Steve chuckled, giving her back a slow, gentle rub before pressing another kiss to her temple. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I’ll always make sure you have plenty of your special unicorn Pampers.”

Marie let out another muffled whimper, refusing to lift her head.

Tim giggled beside her, kicking his feet on the playmat. “She really loves ‘em,” he sing-songed, wiggling his toes.

Marie huffed.

She had never been more flustered in her entire life.

But—

But at the same time…

Her tummy felt warm.

And safe.

And, maybe…

Maybe just a tiny bit happy.

[ttrevelyan]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63465307

Rook broached the subject of her House one day at dinner, her own curiosity getting the better of her judgement. Teia, Viago, Lucanis and herself were gathered for their weekly dinner at the Dellamorte Estate. Rook had been living with Lucanis for almost a month. In that time, she had much to think about - but one question nagged at her. She hadn’t taken on any jobs since her initial contract on Solas, well over a year ago.

“Am I still a de Riva?” she said, using her fork to stab at her dinner. Lucanis and Viago both seemed to choke on their food, and a late warning sounded off in her mind. But it was too late to stop herself. The implications of her question had not been a consideration: she was only thinking of her work as a Crow. Was she meant to take contracts under House Dellamorte?

Lucanis pounded on his chest for a second, then stared at her. “Rook-” he coughed.

“It’s fine, actually,” she said quickly, embarrassed by their reactions. “It doesn’t matter.”

“I imagine you would be a de Riva until Lucanis marries you,” Teia said, seemingly pleased by the turn in conversation. She pushed her plate forward and leaned on the table, beaming at Lucanis. Rook vaguely remembered that they all have knives.

“Teia!” Viago snapped. Rook winced, realizing the mess she had started.

“It’s uncommon to change it before marriage,” Teia said, ignoring Viago’s angry sputtering. “But he is the First Talon. Switching Houses is not unheard of. Think of Jacobus.”

“I said nothing of marriage,” Rook muttered under her breath, regretting speaking at all. Her hand twitched at her side. A small fire at the table could end this.

“Rook is a de Riva,” Viago announced, perhaps unnecessarily, his voice rising. “Rook is a de Riva until I say otherwise, and that day-”

“So you’re saying you’d give her away at the wedding,” Teia interrupted, her grin stupidly large. The Seventh Talon leaned back in her chair. Viago choked again. “That’s very kind of you, Vi.”

Rook covered her face with her hands. “This was a bad idea,” she said, her voice muffled.

“I didn’t realize we were discussing marriage, Teia,” Lucanis said, and Rook was gratified that he sounded relatively calm. She, on the other hand, felt like her body was going to erupt into flames. She squeezed her eyes shut, praying to be anywhere else.

“You are lucky Caterina hasn’t started on you about babies,” Teia said, and at that, Rook dropped her hands and stared at the other woman, betrayed.

“Teia!” Lucanis cried out. “Enough!” There goes him being calm, Rook thought absently.

Rook wondered if she had ever blushed so much in her entire life. She certainly couldn’t remember another incident where she felt so mortified - and this was an incident of her own doing. She wished, rather desperately, that she could crawl underneath the table, or that the whole room would just go dark. I could use magic to put out all the candles?

Teia held her hands up in the air, a mockery of a surrender. “A blind man could see that these two are going to get married,” she said. “It’s a matter of when, not if, she becomes a Dellamorte.”

After that, there was no way to wrestle control of the situation. Viago was standing, chest puffed, spouting at all of them about the work it took to make Rook a de Riva, let alone the headaches she had caused him. He rattled off the various incidents - almost a lifetime of them - wherein she had made his life difficult. Lucanis seemed aghast at Viago’s outburst, listening with a horrified look on his face. Teia was laughing so hard that Rook was sure she was going to pass out.

Rook stared down at her plate and did her best impression of a statue. Viago’s tirade was sure to end soon - she had, after all, done some good things in her time as a de Riva. And of course she wanted to marry Lucanis. That went without saying. But she had been very, very careful about not showing any indication of that to him. Rumours could spiral; Crows loved to talk. She has heard what they say about her - the things they insinuated, the way they spoke about her relationship with Lucanis.

Crows wished for complicated intentions: for drama. She remembered what her fellow fledglings used to say about Teia and Viago; about Teia and Dante. The Crows, though famous for their work, operated a spinning wheel of rumours and gossip throughout Antiva.

Lucanis stood, and walked behind her chair, smiling down at her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently. Her anxiety melted away at his touch, as it always did.

“I would like it to be clear,” Lucanis said, composed again, “that I would marry Rook tomorrow.” Rook’s cheeks flared. “But she is still a de Riva.”

“Not for long,” Viago grumbled. Rook wanted to strangle him. “Teia is trying to strong-arm you into a proposal.” Viago crossed his arms and stared at Teia. “Not very subtly.”

Teia, the woman of the hour, only shrugged. “I’m sure he’s already bought a ring. I bet you it’s in his pockets, right now.”

Right - under the table I go. Rook sunk deeper into her chair and groaned when Lucanis’ grip on her shoulder stopped her from ducking her head below the table. “Rook,” he said, still laughing. “Relax. I am not going to propose to you in front of Teia and Viago.”

“I wish I believed you,” she muttered. “I really do."

Viago and Teia stood at Teia’s insistence, her arm tugging at Viago’s until he groaned and got up from his seat. “A lovely dinner,” Teia said, “as always, Lucanis.” Viago just nodded his head. Teia pushed him forward; Rook could almost see the smoke coming from Viago’s ears. She cringed as they walked out the door - she was going to get an earful from Viago when she saw him next.

Lucanis let loose a long, large breath. The tension in her body melted as he slowly massaged her shoulders; she leaned into his touch.

“That was a lot,” Rook said, sighing.

Lucanis murmured a low agreement. “Let’s go to bed,” he urged, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Rook groaned, but stood. She followed him back to their room, stomach churning as her mind worked through the dinner. Viago had been livid; Teia had said some things she didn't know how to think about. He noticed how quiet she was, but he didn't press her.

She stayed quiet as they slowly readied themselves for bed. He kissed both of her eyelids when her face was washed; he helped braid her hair in silence. It wasn't until she was in his arms, in their bed, her leg thrown over his own, that she finally said, “I would like to marry you.”

She was rewarded with a delighted, hungry kiss. He kissed her like their first night; he kissed her like he was drowning and she was air. The weight of his love felt undeserved; it was too much for her. She said as much, letting her insecurities tumble out of her mouth.

He was outraged - not at her, but himself - that she would ever doubt her place at his side. He spent the rest of the night murmuring sweet nothings, his voice thick and heavy with veneration. He promised her the rest of his life - Rook responded that he would never be able to get rid of her, not now, not ever.

It turned quickly into frantic and desperate hands on skin - Rook straddling him, Lucanis guiding her with his hands on her hips - and ended with silent, reverent cries; a kiss on her neck; her hands tangled in his hair.

Lucanis whispered, right before she fell asleep, “I meant what I said. I would marry you tomorrow.”

Rook barely managed to reply, her eyes closed, bliss morphing rapidly into sleep. “Then let's get married tomorrow,” she murmured, and promptly fell asleep.

[wlwsoccerfics]

JustRelax(LiaWältiXGorryReader)

A/N: hope you enjoy it.

Summary: you just left the hospital after giving birth to your son and Lia gets protective, wanting you to rest.

Lia had just picked you and Maxim up from the hosptial. You gave birth to him yesterday. Maxim was both Wallys and your first kid. He was just a day old but already your biggest joy. His full name was Maxim Elias Wälti-Gorry.

She carried him inside with the Baby carrier walking behind you to make sure you got inside safe and Sound as well.

"Babe. You don't have to watch my every move. I am fine!" You told her.

"you gave birth not even 24 hours ago! I am gonna keep an eye on you and make sure you relax . Whether you Like it or not!" She stated.

"i don't like it." You let her know.

"well too bad. You need rest. Off to the couch you go. Your sister is coming over soon with the Family and some of the girls as well! They want to meet our son. I will bring Maxim over to you on the couch in a few. Just gonna get him out of his little Jacket." She told you. You sighed softly but went to sit on the couch after taking your shoes off.

"you know i would have helped." She told you as she handed Maxim over to you.

"i know Babe! But i can take my shoes off on my own!" You stated. You were still sore but didn't want to be treated like you were sick.

"i know you can, i know how tough you are! I saw you giving birth Yesterday and you were a freaking Rockstar!" Lia told you. You blushed a bit.

"thank you for saying that! I couldn't have done it without you by my side though!" You let her know.

"Babe i know you could have done it without me! Which is why i want you to relax now and let me help you! You gave me the best gift ever with giving birth to Maxim! So please let me take care of you!" Your wife replied.

So this was about her showing how much she appreciated what you did. You didn't think she had to do so much cause you both wanted a Baby and you offered to carry it. And the entire pregnancy she was always there. Even when you woke her up in the middle of the night and she went to grab snacks from the gas Station cause you were craving something.

Your sister Mini came to meet her nephew with her wife Clara and your niece Harper and Nephew Koby. They brought over some Gifts. Including a Matilda Jersey with your number and Name on it.

"He is so adorable!" Your sister said as you handed him over to her while Harper sat in your lap carefully.

"He is small." Harper told you.

"indeed he is." You said with a soft smile.

"He was in your aunties Belly until yesterday." Clara explained.

"like Koby was in yours. And i was in mommys Belly!" The little Girl figured out.

"exactly like that." Wally answered.

Koby was sitting in Claras lap. Looking at his new cousin. Clapping his hands together. Smiling softly. His little tongue sticking out.

"you got yourself a new buddy there, Koby?" You said to your nephew with a smile and the almost 10 months old started to let out some Happy giggles. Harper got a turn holding Maxim with the help of your wife.

And then more people you love started showing up. All of your teammates from Arsenal showed up with Gifts. Even though you got lots of Gifts for the Baby shower.

"let me hold my Cousin!" Kyra stated. You handed him over to Kyra who indeed was like a niece for you in a way cause your sister was basically a Mom to her.

"He is really cute!" Lotte told you.

"yeah ,you did pretty well. He looks like a little Angel!" Kyra said.

"He looks like a doll. So sweet!" Alessia spoke up.

"i want to get some Newborn snuggles in as well, please!" Leah answered.

You ended up having a Pizza Party and just enjoying the time with all of your loved ones. Lia always making sure you were okay and had everything you needed.

[bealidiscope]

💿 • 𝓱𝓾𝓰𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮

𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻

☆ chan x idol au f!reader fluff

☆ established relationship

☆ y/n is worried that when she helps chan produce she keeps messing up

☆ TW : hugging, kissing, flirting, self doubt , pet names , angst, crying , y/n breaks down

chan and you loom over his laptop ,it’s 3 am, this is the 3rd time this week u have been up this long with chan. do you mind? not a single bit, in fact you cherish every moment seeing your amazingly talented boy friend perfecting the songs for skz’s newest release. even if you don’t say this to a single soul, you have got to admit chan in his cozy hoody, beanie, perfect chocolate brown curls slipping out of it and his bare face, is just perfect to you, hot even.

he passes you your signature light pink gel pen as he asks, “y/n baby, can you see if you can help me write this verse? i just can’t seem to get it right.” “of course channie” you answered back reassuring him you will make the perfect verse, you stare at the paper, reading over chan’s lyrics. you grab your note book writing down multiple ideas then stare at it further more, again re writing your ideas, an extra word maybe, a ryhme or maybe even a completely different line, you think to yourself, intill you give up. you scribble it out ,causing the paper to tear. chan hears the massively loud rip of paper, he immediately spins his chair to face more in your direction.

“baby are you okay?” he inquired full of care as well as plenty of worry, “yeah yeah, im fine. my finger slipped and i accidentally ripped the page sorry my love” your voice full of doubt and anger, anger at yourself for not being able to write a song, who even were you if you couldn’t write a song? did chan deserve someone as truly utterly talentless as you? thoughts raced through your head, your eyes slowly welling up. until you broke, sat there next to your boy friend, wondering if your even good enough to be his girlfriend, or as he always swore his future wife.

he immediately grasped you in his arms, his heat pulling you back to reality. “y/n? i know your aren’t ok please just tell me what’s wrong?” he asked trying to stay calm and composed. he hated seeing you like this. you didn’t say a single thing, not even a single shake of the head, you just further nuzzled you head into his chest,still sobbing. chan grabs the notepad discreetly while he still holds you close. he reads between the scribbles as well as he can.

“y/n angel, this all can’t be about your writing, right? your song writings amazing and perfect just like you, please just look at me baby” he whispers whilst he besties a sweet gentle kiss on your temple. you finally look up, when he gives u get another kiss, further snaking one arm around your waist, the other around your shoulder.

“im sorry baby… im sorry that i just can’t write anymore, you don’t deserve this im sor-“ you remark, only to be shushed by chan like always .”no no y/n, do you know how much i love you, how special you are to simply put it, your irreplaceable. i’ve never loved another the way i loved you baby. please never say that, your perfect, talented, beautiful and so sweet, please never forget that!” he insisted, deeply saddened by the thought of you thinking so low of yourself, lifting your face up slightly. “i literally adore you, your my forever and always my love. im so so lucky to have you, you could of picked anyone else, but you picked me and that just makes me the luckiest and happiest boy ever, babe” he mentioned affectionately.

you two should there for a minute, blushing, yet still intertwined.

when finally he sat you down on his chair, crouched down, whispering in your ear, “i love you y/n please don’t forget that”. you immediately cocooned him in a hug constantly showering his face with kisses, intill you were out of breath. “i love you too chan, i love you more than you will ever, ever know”

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ー　by 　bealidoscope 🌱

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y’all i need help after this.. part 1 part 2 bowler!price x bartender!reader

the loud clinking of ice and bowling pins being toppled over filled your ears. it was another wednesday night at your part time job at the alley. your feet were sore from restocking coolers, filling buckets, and greeting customers. usually, you dreaded working here but the past couple of weeks have been… interesting.

your shift was now filled with flirty comments and tense glances. john’s eyes never left you when you were near him, no matter what he was doing. his bright blues followed your body, a small smirk on his face when you meet his gaze.

it was as if he was watching you, making sure none of the old, nasty bowlers touched you. like you were his.

john loved to mess with you, loved to see your face flush around him. he’d try to trip you, get in your way, or make teasing comments about your clothes. his actions always met with a disapproving eye roll from you. on the inside, though, the rush of even just talking to him almost made you pass out.

“hey, y/n, are you good with computers?” john’s deep voice calls from behind you, breaking you out of your haze. you turn around, easily letting a sweet smile onto your face.

“yeah actually, what can I help you with?” you say, with a slight giggle. deciding to be bold, you slide smoothly into the chair next to him. he tries to hide the smile on his face at your closeness.

“think you could go put us in as the winners for today?” his words make you laugh, totally catching you off guard. league wasn’t even halfway over.

“mmm… i’m sorry sir, I don’t think I can do that for you.” you giggle out, giving his bicep a teasing slap. you shake your head as he rolls his eyes at you.

“what, are you doing that bad i have to fix it for you?” his eyes go wide in feigned hurt, gasping slightly. you glance up at the scoreboard, seeing his first two frames were not the best. a stern swat to your thigh quickly has your attention back on john, his blue eyes finding yours.

“watch, now that you finally came and talked to me, princess,” he murmurs lowly, leaning in close to your lips, “I’ll be the best one on the team.”

and when you look back at the scoreboard five minutes later, he’s got four strikes in a row.

———

it’s a lazy sunday morning when your phone buzzes, a text message from april, your coworker, lighting up your screen.

april<3

girl, your man is here with his WIFE??

HES MARRIED

GIRL WHAT she literally looks exactly like you i’m dead

lmao they act like they hate each other 😭

the sudden flurry of texts had your mind racing… he was married but he still looked at you like you were his. you dragged a hand down your face, groaning.

of course he was married, how could someone as handsome and capable as john not be married. all that happened between you two was nothing more than flirting, and that was all that it would ever be.

though, you couldn’t help but to think about him when touching yourself that night.

———

your eyes are trained on the muscles of his back as he leans over to untie his bowling shoes. deciding that it was now or never, once again, you softly sit down into the seat beside him. his lazy, hypnotic smile greedily draws your gaze immediately.

facing him, you finally notice how close you two are. with your thighs and shoulders touching, you can’t help the blush that rises to your cheeks.

“um, we’re about to close, do you want anything else?” you say softly, making sure he knew he was the only one that could hear.

his eyes drop to your hands in your lap as he leans back slightly. you sit there, restless, as his gaze hungrily rakes up your body.

“yeah, i definitely want something else.” john says lowly, his eyes finally meeting yours. looking up at him through your eyelashes, you feel the flush on your face crawl down your neck.

“what would you like, sir?” you ask, voice soft and innocent. you try to play it cool but it feels like you might spontaneously combust on the spot.

he shakes his head slightly, his gaze practically ripping away from your lips.

“a beer. i’ll be over there in a minute.” he remedies, turning his attention back to his shoes. you mumble out a quick ‘see you soon’ before rushing back over to the bar.

you busy yourself with all the tasks you had to do before close, trying to take your mind off john. you try not to think about his pretty blue eyes or his big, strong biceps.

a few minutes later, you’re up at the front helping your boss check out guests. you look up at the bar, noticing john looking up at you already. nervously, you drop what you’re doing and head to help him.

he stands there toying with cleaning rags you had left on the counter, his face giving you a teasing glance. you roll your eyes at him as you come to stand across from him at the register.

“hey, i have something i want to talk to you about.” he says quickly before you can even say anything. your face falls taking on a look of confusion. he’s never talked to you like this before.

“yeah, of course,” you replied, voice filed with nerves, “what is it, john?”

“this is either a really good thing or a really bad thing,” he prefaces, his soft gaze meeting yours with a nervous smile, “you know I’m married, right?”

your eyes go wide as you quickly nod, your mind running a mile a minute. why would he need to tell you this now? your fingers nervously fidget with the ends of your hair as you reply slowly,

“yes, but all this is is just flirting, nothing is going to happen. so don’t worry.” stumbling over your words, you miss the way his hands subconsciously tense at your words.

“fuck, darlin, you don’t know how much i love flirting and talking with you.” his voice low, gaze flitting around your face for any sign that he may have hurt or upset you.

“if i wasn’t married, i would’ve already taken you out somewhere nice. would’ve asked for your number the first day i saw you.” you let out a small gasp at his words, did he want you like you wanted him? did he think about you even though he is twice your age? maybe he thought about you laying next to his wife.

“i think you’re beautiful, princess.”

you can’t help the smile that forms on your lips as you look up at him. the flush on your face growing ever more obvious at his attention.

“i think you’re very handsome, too, john.” you murmur shyly, twirling your hair around your fingers nervously. his gaze on your body was downright hungry, he looked like he’d take you right there if you let him.

“although, john,” your voice becoming teasing, letting your eyes fall obviously onto his left hand, “i don’t see you wearing a ring.”

his empty hand resting on the counter becoming painfully obvious as his gaze drops to it. the supposed permanent band around his finger seemed to be… missing. the look that he gave you was all that you needed to know.

“never have and never will, ma’am.”

[keyofmgy]

wip wednesday

this is so rough of a draft it's ridiculous, but I'm currently attemtping to temporarily conquer my executive dysfunction demons enough to put some Emmrook smut out into the world. post-Memorial Gardens date with inexperienced Rook and down-horrendously-bad Emmrich. I'm gonna go throw up now

I do ask that you at least avoid putting pressure on that stiff left wrist, Emmrich had said to Rook during their dinner in the Memorial Gardens, and he was thinking about it again now, as he watched her all but limp into the Lighthouse’s dining hall. She’d gone to the Anderfels with Davrin and Harding earlier, to help clear out some of the blight surrounding Lavendel. By the look of her, the work had gone beyond merely destroying boils and tentacles. Something heavy-hitting. Hopefully nothing worse than a particularly large specimen of darkspawn. Hopefully no more than one. But he doubted it. He sincerely doubted it. “Darling,” he said in greeting, setting his teacup down on the dining table. Rook shot him a weary but warm smile – the open affection in it still new enough that the sight shot a tingle of a thrill up Emmrich’s spine – but didn’t break her stride as she headed directly for the pot-bellied stove in the far corner of the room. “Hey, Emmrich. All quiet here?” “Of course.” He kept watching her, mentally cataloguing what he saw: the slumped set of her shoulders, the stiff line of her back, the leg she was resting a disproportionate amount of weight on. Responsibility exacts a toll on the body. “Are you all right?” “Yeah.” There was the sound of metal on stoneware, and hot water being poured over tea leaves. Then Rook turned around to face him, blowing out a long sigh, carefully cradling the twin to his own teacup in her hands. “Just a little sore. We got jumped by some darkspawn – nothing we couldn’t handle, though.” She grinned. “Evka can pull some serious moves with that hammer.” Emmrich instinctively smiled back (how could he not?) though he wasn’t quite feeling it; not only was Rook definitely favoring the one leg, she was also still favoring her left wrist. Even more so than she had been at dinner, in fact. But before he could open his mouth to say anything, she was pushing away from the stove, already on the move again, though she did make a detour to briefly rest her forehead against his. Probably, she was hoping to forestall any protest he might make about her needing to take the time to slow down and rest, and damn if it didn’t work perfectly. In that moment his senses were overwhelmed by the rush prompted by even that barest of physical contact – the hint of warmth where they touched, the tickle of her hair against his skin, the knowledge that if he tilted his face upwards just so he could kiss her (and she would allow it). The almost-sour drop of sensation from his chest to his gut when he made the split-second decision to deny himself that pleasure.  We can move slowly, he’d also said to Rook, and he had meant it. No matter that she made him feel like the absolute worst example of a besotted fool, like a horribly naive schoolboy after the high of a first kiss even: eager yet terrified and clumsy but wanting more all at the same time. No, he was the older, more experienced party in this wholly unexpected relationship, and he had a responsibility to Rook to conduct himself like it. He had to set an example. She deserved nothing less than a gentleman who would respect and cherish her – and if she ever settled for less, later in her life, it would be through no failing of his. (Of course Rook would have more lovers, after him. Emmrich wasn’t so idealistic as to believe himself her one and only. That blush of first love would pass, and she would move on. Surely she would never give any serious thought to binding herself to a middle-aged professor with delusions of grandeur, not when she was still so young. But oh, how he would treasure her while it lasted.) “I know what you’re going to say,” she murmured, and he couldn’t help the small intake of breath at the tenor of her voice. “But I’ve got some letters to write and send off. They can’t wait. I’ll rest soon. I promise.”

[sosa2imagines]

Hi! Can I please request a Lloyd x fem!civilian!shy!reader where takes Lloyd takes Six’s younger sister captive alongside Claire (she had been living with Donald Fitzroy and Claire and Fitzroy treated her and protected her as if she were his own daughter, becoming basically family ever since he recruited Six). The reader and Lloyd have clear chemistry and he 100% loves making her all flustered & shy and loves the effect he has on her. (He definitely plans to keep her 🤭) She also has an effect on him, having him basically wrapped around her finger and is the only one who can ground him. She promises that she’ll stay with him forever if and only if he lets Fitzroy, Claire, and her brother Six go (he’d begrudgingly agrees, he can’t say no to his girl🤭). I’m sure Six would be hesitant to leave his sister with Lloyd though (he has nothing to worry about though because Lloyd would spoil the reader absolutely rotten and be so loving and soft and affectionate with her)

Warning- Little angst, fluff, kidnaping situation, etc

You wake up to the rough texture of rope biting into your wrists, the dim light overhead casting eerie shadows on the walls. Panic flutters in your chest, but you force yourself to stay calm. Claire is beside you, still unconscious, her small form curled up on the cold floor. 

And then you heard it.  

The sound of footsteps, confident and unhurried, accompanied by an infuriatingly smug whistle. Your stomach twists as the door swings open, revealing the last person you want to see.

Lloyd Hansen.  

“Well, well,” he drawls, stepping into the room with that ever-present smirk. “Sleeping Beauty’s finally awake!”  

Your cheeks heat under his gaze, and you hate how easily his presence flusters you. Lloyd notices, of course he always does and his smirk deepens.  

“Aw, sweetheart, you’re blushing,” he teases, crouching in front of you. His fingers brush against your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his sharp blue eyes. “You like when I talk to you like that?”  

You bite your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer.  

Lloyd chuckles. “Shy little thing. It’s adorable, really.”  

Your heart pounds, a mix of fear and something far more dangerous settling in your chest. You should be terrified, he’s the enemy, yours and Claire’s captor, but there’s something about the way he looks at you, like he enjoys unraveling you, like he could devour you if he wanted to.  

And the scariest part? You think he just might.  

“You gonna keep ignoring me, sweetheart?” Lloyd tilts his head, mock offense playing on his face. “That’s not very nice. I went through all the trouble of bringing you here.”  

You press your lips together, determined not to react, but it’s impossible with the way he’s watching you, like he’s having the time of his life just teasing you. His thumb brushes against your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze again.  

“Bet your brother’s losing his damn mind right now,” he muses, his tone almost sing-song. “Six is probably running around, trying to find his precious little sister. Must be exhausting.”  

Your stomach clenches. “He’s going to find me and Claire!”  

Lloyd grins like you just said something cute. “Oh, sweetheart. I’m counting on it.”  

Behind you, Claire stirs with a soft groan, and you immediately shift your focus to her. “Claire? Are you okay?”  

She blinks up at you, confused but unharmed. Relief floods through you. At least for now, she’s safe.  

Lloyd sighs, like he’s already bored of the interruption. “As touching as this moment is, I didn’t come down here just to watch you two bond.” He stands, dusting imaginary lint off his perfectly tailored slacks. “Here’s the deal, princess. I need leverage. And you? You’re the perfect little bargaining chip.”  

Your hands curl into fists. “So what, you’re going to use me to lure my brother here?”  

“Ding, ding, ding!” He claps his hands together mockingly. “See? You’re smarter than you look.”  

You glare at him, hating the way his words make your skin prickle. “And then what? You kill him?”  

Lloyd hums, tilting his head in faux consideration. “Maybe. Maybe not. Depends on my mood.”  

Your chest tightens. “You can’t…”  

“Oh, but I can.” He crouches in front of you again, his voice dropping into something softer, almost intimate. “Unless, of course, you give me a reason not to.”  

You swallow hard. “What do you mean?”  

Lloyd smirks, like he’s been waiting for you to ask. “I mean,” he drawls, running a finger along your jaw, “if you agree to stay with me, permanently and I might just reconsider this whole 'killing your family' thing.”  

Your breath catches. “You want me to…”  

“Be mine?” Lloyd answers for you smoothly. “Yeah, sweetheart. That’s exactly what I want.”  

Your heart pounds in your chest. He can’t be serious. But when you look into his eyes, there’s something dark and possessive lurking there, something that tells you he’s dead serious.  

You glance at Claire, then think of Fitzroy, of Six. If you stay, if you agree to this insanity, they’ll be safe.  

You take a shaky breath. “If I promise to stay with you forever… you’ll let them go? All of them?”  

Lloyd’s smile softens, just a little. “Yeah, sweetheart. I’ll let them go.”  

You exhale shakily. He’s dangerous, he’s a monster, but right now, he’s offering you the only way to keep the people you love alive.  

“But...how can I trust you?”  “Trust is earned, Sunshine. Guess you'll have to find out...” 

You force yourself to meet his gaze, because what other choice do you have? this feels the only logical way, “Then I’ll stay.”  

Lloyd’s grin turns predatory, “That’s my girl.” 

The moment Six storms into the compound, it’s chaos. You knew he’d come for you. You knew he wouldn’t leave you behind, but now, as you stand beside Lloyd, watching your brother fight his way through the guards, your chest tightens with dread.  

“Aw, look at him go,” Lloyd muses, arms crossed, watching the carnage like it’s entertainment. “He’s got that 'big brother' fury. Cute.”  

You glare at him. “You promised.”  

Lloyd exhales dramatically. “Relax, sweetheart. I keep my word.” He nods toward his men. “Tell the others to back off. We don’t want to upset my girl, do we?”  

Your heart stutters at the possessiveness in his voice, but there’s no time to dwell on it. The second the guards step back, Six barrels into the room, gun raised.  

“Get away from her!” he growls.  

You take a step forward. “Six, wait…”  

His sharp eyes flick to you, scanning for injuries. “Did he hurt you?”  

You shake your head quickly. “No, I’m fine.”  

Six doesn’t lower his gun. “Then we’re leaving. Now!”  

Lloyd snorts. “Oh, buddy. You really think that’s how this is gonna go?”  

Six aims at his head. “I will put a bullet between your eyes, Hansen.”  

Lloyd smirks, utterly unfazed. “You could try.”  

You step between them before things get worse. “Six. Listen to me.”  

His gaze snaps to yours. “What the hell are you doing?”  

Your hands tremble as you grip his arm. “I made a deal. He lets you, Claire, and Fitzroy go, and in return… I stay.”  

Six’s grip on his gun tightens., he narrows his eyes in disbelief, “What?”  

Your throat feels tight, but you hold his gaze, “It’s the only way to keep you all safe.”  

“No!” His voice is sharp, final. “No fucking way!”  

“Six…”  

“I’m not leaving you with him., do you understand me?”   

Lloyd sighs, clearly bored. “Jesus, it’s like I’m not even here.” He leans down, brushing a hand against your cheek, just to rile your brother up. “Tell him, sweetheart. Tell him how much you want to stay with me.”  

You shiver at the touch, but you refuse to let Lloyd make this worse. “Six, please.” Your voice is barely a whisper. “I need you to trust me.”  

Six’s jaw clenches. He looks at you, really looks at you, and you can see the war raging inside him. He’s your brother, he’s always been the one protecting you. And now, you’re asking him to walk away.  

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he exhales sharply. “You don’t have to do this.”  

“I do.” Your voice is steadier this time.  

Six’s hands shake, his entire body tense, but when he looks at you, there’s a flicker of understanding. He knows you’re stubborn. He knows you wouldn’t do this unless you were sure.  

Lloyd, smug as ever, claps his hands together. “Great talk, boys and girls. Now, time to say your goodbyes.”  

You ignore him and step forward, wrapping your arms tightly around your brother. “Take care of Claire,” you whisper. “Make sure Fitzroy is okay. And… don’t come back for me.”  

Six grips you so tightly it almost hurts. “I swear to God, if he hurts you…”  

“He won’t.” you say, surprising yourself with how certain you sound.  

Six pulls back, his expression unreadable. Then, with one last burning glare at Lloyd, he turns and walks away.  

You exhale shakily, the reality of your decision sinking in.  

Lloyd chuckles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Well, sweetheart, that was emotional. But don’t worry, you’re not gonna miss them too much.” His voice drops into something softer, almost affectionate. “I’ll take real good care of you.”  

Your stomach twists, not with fear, but with something far more dangerous.  

Because somehow, you believe him.  

Lloyd's estate is nothing like you expected.  

You thought it would be cold, sterile, just another high-security compound. Instead, it’s luxurious. Ridiculously so. Expensive leather furniture, grand chandeliers, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a sprawling property.  

It feels more like a billionaire’s private getaway than the home of a ruthless mercenary.  

“You like it, sweetheart?” Lloyd’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. He’s watching you with that ever-present smirk, hands tucked casually in his pockets. “I know it’s not exactly the prison cell, you were picturing.”  

You fidget under his gaze. “It’s… nice.”  

Lloyd chuckles. “That’s the understatement of the year.” He steps closer, tilting your chin up with his finger. “But if there’s anything you want, anything at all, you just let me know. You’re mine now, and I take very good care of what’s mine.”  

Your cheeks warm, and you hate how easily he gets under your skin.  

Lloyd notices, of course. He always does. “God, you’re adorable,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You get all shy when I talk to you like this. Drives me crazy.”  

You swallow hard, refusing to meet his eyes.  

Lloyd grins. “C’mon, let’s get you settled.”  

He leads you upstairs to a bedroom that looks straight out of a luxury hotel, massive bed, soft lighting, a closet already filled with designer clothes in your size.  

You turn to him, confused. “How did you…”  

Lloyd winks. “I did my homework, sweetheart. A guy’s gotta be prepared for his girl, don’t you think?”  

Your stomach flutters at 'his girl', but you push the feeling down.  

“I still don’t understand why you’re doing this?” you admit.  

Lloyd sighs dramatically, flopping onto the bed like he doesn’t have a care in the world. “Sweetheart, have you seen yourself? Of course, I’m keeping you.”  

Your face burns. “That’s not…”  

He laughs, grabbing your wrist and pulling you down beside him. “Relax, I’m just messing with you. Well… mostly.” He props himself up on one elbow, his gaze softening. “Truth is, I like you. A lot. And I don’t do liking people, so congratulations, you’re special.”  

You blink at him, thrown off by his honesty.  

Lloyd smirks at your stunned expression. “Yeah, that’s right. I’m obsessed with you, sweetheart. And trust me, you’re gonna love being spoiled.”  

He proves his point almost immediately.  

Over the next few days, Lloyd makes good on his promise to take very good care of you.  

Your closet is stocked with the finest clothes, shoes, and jewelry. Your bathroom is filled with expensive perfumes and skincare products you never would’ve bought for yourself.  

But it’s not just material things.  

Lloyd makes sure you’re always comfortable, adjusting the temperature if you’re cold, making the chef cook your favorite meals, bringing you little gifts just to see you smile.  

And the affection? That’s the most overwhelming part.  

Lloyd is always touching you, making you blush.  

A hand on the small of your back when you walk past him. A teasing brush of his fingers against your cheek when you’re flustered. Pulling you onto his lap just to hold you while he talks about his day.  

And every time he catches you getting shy about it, he just grins. “God, you’re cute when you get all flustered.”  

It should be infuriating, but the worst part?  

You don’t hate it.  

And that realization is the most dangerous thing of all.  

It doesn’t take long for you to realize that Lloyd Hansen, the most arrogant, smug, and insufferable man you’ve ever met is also the softest when it comes to you.

You see it in the way he looks at you, like you hung the damn moon.

In the way he brings you coffee just the way you like it, even though you never asked.

In the way he lets you fuss over his injuries, despite grumbling about it the whole time.

Tonight is no different.

Lloyd returns from handling business, which, in his world, means doing things you don’t want to think too hard about. There’s a fresh bruise along his jaw, and a small cut above his eyebrow.

He expects you to ignore it, like everyone else does. Instead, you’re on your feet immediately, reaching for a cloth and the first-aid kit.

He groans. “Sweetheart, it’s nothing.”

You ignore him, standing between his legs as he sits on the edge of the bed. Gently, you dab at the cut.

Lloyd watches you, unusually quiet.

“You don’t have to do this...” he murmurs.

You glance at him, “I want to please…”

His expression shifts, something unreadable flickering across his face. For once, there’s no teasing, no smug remarks. Just silence.

You run your fingers lightly over the bruise on his jaw. “Does it hurt?”

Lloyd huffs out a soft laugh. “Not when you’re touching me.”

Your heart stutters, warmth blooming in your chest.

You don’t know what compels you to do it, but you lean in, pressing a featherlight kiss against his jaw, right where the bruise, making Lloyd freeze.

You pull back, embarrassed, “S…Sorry, I just…”

He grabs your wrist, stopping you. His fingers curl around your hand, holding it against his chest.

His heartbeat is fast and it catches your breath.

Lloyd shakes his head, his voice quieter than you’ve ever heard it. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Your pulse pounds in your ears. “Lloyd…”

His forehead presses against yours, his grip tightening like he’s terrified you’ll slip away. “You said you’d stay forever,” he murmurs. “Did you mean it?”

You swallow hard.

When you first made the deal, you thought it was a sacrifice. But now… now you’re not so sure.

Because when you look at him, when you see the way he needs you, the way he softens just for you...

You realize you don’t want to leave.

You cup his face gently. “I meant it.”

Lloyd exhales shakily, and for the first time, you see it, his vulnerability. The part of him that no one else ever gets to see.

The part of him that belongs to you.

And when he kisses you slow, deep, devoted, you know you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

One Year Later-

You never expected to find happiness in the arms of a man like Lloyd Hansen.

But here you are, wrapped in silk sheets, his arms around you, his face buried against your neck.

He’s insufferable, constantly teasing, always smug, never shutting up about how perfect you are.

And yet, he treats you like you’re his entire world.

“You know,” he murmurs sleepily, pressing lazy kisses against your shoulder, “this is the best deal I’ve ever made.”

You smile, threading your fingers through his hair. “I thought I made the deal?”

Lloyd grins against your skin. “Oh, sweetheart.” He pulls you closer, voice dripping with satisfaction. “I had no intention of ever letting you go.”

And honestly?

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Few days later, you never expected to see your brother again.  

It’s been a year since you made the deal with Lloyd, since Six walked away, trusting you to make your own choices, even if he hated them.  

But today, as you sit in the private lounge of an upscale restaurant, sipping a ridiculously expensive cocktail, you feel him before you even see him.  

That familiar, tense energy, the weight of his stare.  

Lloyd notices first. “Well, well,” he drawls, swirling his drink lazily. “Look what the cat dragged in.”  

You turn slowly, your breath catching as your eyes meet Six’s.  

He stands just a few feet away, arms crossed, his sharp gaze scanning you like he’s searching for something, some sign that you’re not okay, that he should grab you and run.  

But he doesn’t find it.  

Because you are okay. More than okay.  

You stand, smoothing down the silk of your dress. “Six.”  

His jaw clenches. “You look… good.”  

You smile softly. “So do you.”  

Lloyd leans back, utterly unbothered. “Aw, a little family reunion. I love this for us.”  

Six ignores him, eyes locked on you. “Are you really happy?”  

You don’t hesitate and proudly tell him, “Yes.”  

Something shifts in his expression, after all he has always been protective about you, “And you’re safe?”  

Lloyd chuckles. “Oh, sweetheart’s more than safe.” He tilts his head, smirking. “She’s spoiled rotten.”  

You roll your eyes, but… he’s not wrong. Six studies you for a long moment, like he’s trying to figure out if you’re lying. Finally, he sighs. “I still don’t like this.”  

“I know,” you say softly. “But it’s my choice.”  

Lloyd grins. “And let’s be real, she’s not going anywhere.” He winks at you, “She loves me.”  

You glare at him. “Do you have to be insufferable right now?”  

“Always, sweetheart.” He throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. “It’s part of my charm.”  

Six groans, running a hand down his face. “Jesus Christ.”  

You laugh, and it’s genuine. Because despite everything, this is your life now.  

And you wouldn’t change a thing.  

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[ghostgirl-22]

hear me out… remote vibrator follow up where they do it again when Tashi’s around and she doesn’t know what they’re up to right away. naturally, she picks up on it. Art puts up a little fight about doing it in front of her, but Patrick knows the idea is secretly just as thrilling to Art as it is to him

oof! This is from 100 years ago. Sorry my love!

CW: 18+, NSFW, sex in public, not quite exhibitionism but also not, not exhibitionism.

—-

One of Tashi’s favorite things is when they talk without saying anything.  one doesn’t even have to complete a sentence for the other to understand it. the way they act, mirroring each other, it’s like how lovers act when they’ve known each other forever. She clocked them right away. Longing looks. Biting sighs. Her boyfriend and his best friend want to fuck each other if they haven’t already. They’re barely able to hide it anymore. and god does it turn her on. 

She admits, she does get a little frustrated sometimes, it’s like trying to have a conversation with two people where everything they say is an inside joke. 

Like tonight. 

Only Patrick would let his best friend crash a Valentines day date. Only Tashi would put up with it. it’s like she’s dating both of them. It’s like they’re dating each other. Patrick’s just grinning at Art all through dinner, while Art glares back at him antsy and barely able to meet his gaze. “Okay what’s going on?” She finally asks, looking between them. 

“Hm… nothing,” Art says quickly. 

“One of us lost a bet,” Patrick smirks. “Again.” 

She grins and focuses on Art. “What did you bet on?”    

“Uh it doesn’t matter.” Art says quickly and he looks to Patrick, eyes glassy, cheeks coloring.   

“He thought he could handle his liquor better than me but I’m the undisputed champ,” Patrick pets her thigh and then drops his phone on the table in front of her. It’s an app with what looks like a volume button labeled from 0 to 10. Right now it’s at a 1. 

“What is this?” She asks. 

“His punishment,” Patrick says gently. 

Tashi cocks her head, looking between him and Art, a little smile on her face. “I don’t get it?” 

“Well… pick a number.” Patrick says and Art shakes his head. 

“Patrick don’t, come on… she’s…” 

“Ten,” Tashi interrupts. 

Patrick grins and Art’s mouth falls open. “You really wanna do that to him?” 

“I don’t know what the fuck we’re doing, Patrick so yeah. Let’s go all the way.” Tashi says, only mildly annoyed. “He’s not gonna die is he?” 

“Nah,” Patrick says,”unless you can die of embarrassment.”

art shakes his head. “No Tashi you don’t understand, It’s a restaurant… this is public we could get in trouble.” his blush is getting out of control, he’s kinda gorgeous.

“Oh come on, it’s packed,” Patrick grins. “No one’s even paying attention.”  He slides the dial up slowly. Tashi’s a pretty quick study. Something inside her had a feeling they were doing something sexual. Still, watching Art squirm in his seat, skin heated, lips parted, eyes squeezed shut as he sits on his palms, gently rocking, trying not to come from whatever device Patrick is controlling… Tashi squeezes her thighs together. 

Patrick chuckles and slides it back down to one. Art is still squirming, sitting on his hands. Tashi’s a little fixated on him. His chest rising and falling rapidly. He looks at her, pleading in his eyes, like she might be the only one who can save him from big mean Patrick. There’s something else in his expression too. Something dirtier. Needier. He fucking likes this.

“What do you think?” Patrick asks. His eyes are all sparkly, mischievous, Tashi can practically see through to the deceptively charming boy that he probably was as a kid. 

The idea of Art losing a bet and Patrick’s first thought being to make him wear a sex toy that he can play with. The idea that Art would just…go along with it. There’s something so deeply fucked up about them. So fundamentally messy. 

“What kinda toy is it?” She tosses her ponytail over her shoulder, trying to act nonchalant but she’s wet. This whole thing has her feeling a little crazy. 

“Vibrator,” Patrick says, pulling her ponytail back where it was, he leans in close because he’s got no concept of personal space but also so he can whisper. “Cock ring tight over the head of his dick.”

Tashi swallows and glances back at Art. 

“He’s crazy…it’s his crazy idea.” Art says like he’s not complicit, like he’s not wiggling in his seat, voice all breathy. Eyes shining. 

“Oh you’re both crazy,” she says softly but she reaches for Patricks phone anyway. “Maybe I should be in charge for a while.

Patrick smirks at her. “Whatever you want.” 

Art looks relieved for a moment before she slides it back up to three. He can barely focus on his desert. Instead he’s just trying to hold it in, sucking on his spoon, eyes dilated. Can’t even look at the waitress who’s been flirting with him all night when she comes back with the check. 

It goes like that for the rest of the night. Tashi takes a turn and then Patrick. Art getting more and more desperate. He seems to realize that Patrick is the one playing good cop. He gives Art a little break after dinner, they share a cigarette while they wait for a cab to the club, Patrick standing too close to him, fingers in his hair. Telling him he’s taking it so well. Art with his lips parted, like a little magnet, drawn to Patrick’s every lingering touch. Tashi thinks she knows what he needs. 

She makes Art sit in the middle seat when they crowd into the cab and snatches the phone back from Patrick. 

Their driver is so talkative. Wants to know everything about them and tell them everything about San Francisco. And Patrick’s just engaging him. “Oh we all go to Stanford,” he lies. “Straight As.”

“Tashi please,” Art whispers but she just smiles. 

“Relax. I’m just checking to see if he’s texting other girls.” She pats his upper thigh and immediately she can feelthe hot, hard line of his dick resting on his thigh, the device fixed over it. He lets out a sharp intake of breath. Patrick’s watching them as their driver goes on and on about the city. Patrick’s got a silly little grin on his face as Tashi slides her palm up and down Art’s length, it has the same effect on Art as if she’d turned on the device. He’s breathless, kicking his leg forward gasping, biting back on a whispered “fuck.” 

Tashi uses her free hand to turn it up and she can feel it vibrating against her palm. Eventually he’s turning into her. Breathing in her ear, hot and heavy. She wiggles in her seat. “It’s okay,” she whispers.  

It’s barely five minutes before he’s moaning, lips pressed against her ear, her cheek. “Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck. It’s… I’m gonna… I’m…I’m…” he can’t help getting a little too loud. She feels it as his dick spasms and he’s probably spurting come all inside his boxers,  gasping softly into her ear.   

“Everything okay?” The driver wants to know. Obliviously chatty with Patrick this whole time but his concerned gaze flickers to Tashi, to Art.  “He’s not going to throw up is he? Because I can pull over.” 

“Oh he’s fine,” Tashi says, her voice lighter than normal. She cups her palm around the side of Art’s face and turns down the device with her other hand. “He’s good.”

”A bit of carsickness but he’s fine,” Patrick waves it off. 

“Well let me know. I can pull over.” 

Patrick gives her an amused look and she pets art, letting him rest on her shoulder as he catches his breath.

They’re just outside the club waiting to get in and Patrick is playful. “You little slut, right in the backseat. You can’t control yourself, can you?” He teases, bodying Art up against the wall of the club they’re waiting to get into. 

“‘m not a slut. T-Tashi… Tashi turned it up,” Art points out. Flustered for the way Patrick is using his size against him.  

“Snitch,” Tashi says quietly to Art. She’s looking over other settings on the app. Pulse, vibrate, massage. She sets it to pulse and switches it back on to one. Art gasps.   

“God Tashi,” Patrick leans against the wall next to Art and reaches for her, she steps closer and he pulls her by the wrist, closer still, before taking the phone back and wrapping an arm around her waist. “You like it too much.” 

“No i don’t,” she says softly. 

“Yeah right, you’re so fucking wet aren’t you?” he whispers. She rolls her eyes, but he knows her well enough by now. They’re basically standing directly in front of Art when he kisses her. So close, Patrick grins at Art when she pulls away. Hes such a brat. 

He gets his turn inside the club. They’re downing shots. Patrick buys a bottle and they get a spot in VIP. They’re drinking way too much and dancing with strangers, with each other all night. Tashi with Patrick, Patrick with Art, Art grinding against her. That’s when Patrick turns it up, like he’s giddy to see what will happen with the vibration between the two of them.

She can feel it, pulsing hard against her wet panties as Art is basically pressed up against her. He falls onto the big square sofa seating in the center and she follows him, grinding down against his thigh and he’s immediately falling apart. Fingers in her hair, moaning into her. It’s basically simulated sex, dress riding up her thighs, panties soaked. knees dug in on either side, she’s riding the pulsation while the music sounds, TI Whatever you Like blaring too loud on the speakers.  And before she realizes what’s happening she’s kissing him, gripping him, coming on his lap. 

Art’s looking up at her after, breathless, like he’s in love. “Guess i took care of both of you.” Patrick says, grinning. “Two for the price of one.” He leans in to kiss Tashi and she sighs against his lips. Shivering for the gentle heat of it.

Then he sits next to Art… and teases his hair out of his eyes before pecking his lips. Art pulls him close and kisses him properly. Tashi giggles, still settled on Art’s lap while people all around their section are still screaming the song lyrics, drunkenly dancing, lifting drinks, spilling. It’s actually her favorite thing. 

She snatches the phone from Patrick’s waiting hand. She doesn’t feel it anymore so he must’ve shut it off. But she thinks maybe Art has a little more in him. She opens the app and slides it back up.

(Playing fast and loose with time, technology, phones, apps, music and the challengers story/characters but… also… yay i think this vibrator could have fixed them!)

[araybiaaa]

Hiiii I love your Rafia content…

Would you be able to do one with Rafe at the country club and witnesses one of Sofia’s coworker flirting with her. Rafe is super jealous and obviously has to make it known to everyone that Sofia is his gf 😏

Sorry if it doesn’t make sense, I just need more country club rafia content 🤍

❝ jealousy, jealousy, r. cameron. ❞

ooo. 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈… rafe cameron & sofia

ooo. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔… jealous!rafe, non toxic territoriality, boyfriend!rafe, kissing, drinking, unreciprocated flirting.

ooo. 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔… request!where a coworker’s innocent flirting leads to rafe’s public display of affection.

ooo. 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔… so sorry this took so long anon lol! but it’s here. it’s really short and it’s not my favorite (writers block’s kicking my ass again!) but hopefully you still enjoy?

over the few months that they’ve been dating each other; sofia’s become very perceptive about rafe.

it’s the little things that she notices about him; like how surprisingly affectionate he is — whether it’s his hand splayed over hers with his thumb caressing over the skin of her knuckles or it’s his outstretched hand resting against the small of her back; he was always seeking her out for contact.

or it’s how he looks at her; full of awe and adulation. there’s always a noticeable softness that brims in his pupils that’s accompanied by a soft adoring smile. and his gaze never strays from her too long. he wanders away only briefly, before he’s averting his eyes back on her to assure that she was still in his view.

like now, despite the fact that he was accompanied by kelce and topper who were all standing around one of the tables drinking and talking, rafe’s attention was thwarted solely on her. she was behind the bar’s counter, tending to one of the customers, preparing his second refilled glass of the whiskey sour that he ordered, when she looked up and met rafe’s gaze from across the room.

sofia’s cheeks immediately blanched as she suddenly felt overwhelmed and shy from his attention. she blushed deeply underneath the smothering heed of his scrutiny, watching as he brought his glass up to his parted lips.

he attempts to hide his impish smirk behind his glass as he tips it back and takes a sip, but she could see the bitten look of amusement stretched across his face even from where she was standing. she harrumphs softly, reluctantly pulling her gaze away from rafe’s coquettish stare to continue helping her customer.

“here you go, sir.” she says, tucking the freshly sliced orange wedge on the side of the glass before lining it on top of a paper napkin. the customer murmurs a halfhearted thanks before picking up his glass and sauntering off to return to his table. sofia’s eyes follow behind the customer as he makes his egress as she glances towards rafe’s table again.

but unlike all of the previous times where she looked up and caught his gaze, his attention was now focused on his friends who he had resumed his conversation with.

“hey, sofia.” someone’s voice as they approached and greeted her in salutation retracts her eyes away from rafe. sofia turns around and smiles softly when she sees her coworker, conner, standing behind her.

through the years of working here, the only person that’s managed to make it tolerable was conner. he too had to endure being subjected to serving overpriced drinks to kooks instead of attending college. their shared experience and similarities had made him more of a friend to her than a colleague.

“hey, conner.”

“how’s it been out here today?” he asks, nudging his chin outwardly towards the crowd of customers.

sofia shrugs, leaning her body against the counter. “surprisingly, not too bad. but it’s still kind of early. in about another hour or so when they’re all five or six drinks in, it’ll go back to people snapping their fingers at us to get our attention or them calling me ‘girl’ instead of my name that’s literally on my name tag,” she laments, in which conner nods his head knowingly.

she’s become accustomed to their superiority, now being able to roll their prudish comments off with a tight lipped smile instead of running to the nearest supply closet and crying like she used to when she first started.

it took a while for her to acquire that kind of strength and resilience. it was usually conner who intervened whenever someone got mad at her for inadvertently getting their order wrong or if they talked to her in a tone that resembled anything less than respectful. she was appreciative of him and his friendship, because she knows without him she probably wouldn’t have survived here for as long as she has.

“you’d think with all the money they have they could learn to buy themselves some manners,” conner accosts, shaking his head as his eyes wandered out towards the patio full of people. “anyway, how was your weekend off?”

(at his inquiry, sofia reminiscences on the eventful weekend that she spent with rafe. on friday, they’d gone out to eat at a lavish italian restaurant to commemorate their six month anniversary. it’d been a complete surprise to sofia to find out that not only had rafe remembered the occasion, but had taken the initiative to plan something for them by himself and unbeknownst to her knowledge.

she was surprised by the new red dress and the note scribed in rafe’s barely tangible handwriting, laid across the bed telling her to get dressed. she primped herself up, shrouded in excitement of the unknown. when she walked down the staircase, she was met with the sight of rafe standing by the front entrance dressed soigné in his tuxedo, looking as boyishly handsome as ever. he stared at her in a mesmerizing awe, taking a few steps to meet her halfway with his extended hand and roguish smile.

and albeit it has been six months of them being together, the night had been full of shy smiles being exchanged almost as if it were their first date. saturday was her abuela’s birthday, so they spent most of the day at her grandparent’s house.

despite her father’s trepidations about their relationship, her grandmother had developed a strong liking towards rafe. he found himself stuffed with her homemade tamales and his cheeks had pinkened from her constantly pinching them as she cooed adoringly at him, calling him guapo.

she doesn’t think she’s ever seen rafe smile as much as he did that day.

sunday had been a day reserved just for them.

they were sequestered in the house all day, swathed in a cocoon of blankets as they laid in bed. it was a mundane day, with nothing actually being done, but the domestication of it all had been sofia’s favorite.)

“it was good. what about yours?” she pushes herself off of the counter and begins to assist conner in restocking the items beneath the shelves.

“yeah, mine was good too. you remember that guy who came in last weekend, the one who said he owned all those art galleries?”

sofia nods, “yeah.”

“well, he came back on saturday and we got to talking for like half an hour about art. i told him that i was an artist and he asked to see some of my work. so i showed him and he liked it. like genuinely liked it, sof. he told me that he has a show coming up for upcoming artists and he gave me a spot in the show.”

“seriously?” she gasped, her mouth gapes and stretches in a smile as she throws her arms around his neck and pulled him in a hug. “that’s amazing, conner! congratulations.”

he chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around her and he reciprocated the embrace. “thanks.” she knows how much this opportunity meant for him.

after having to put a temporary pause on his dreams to help his provide additional income to help his mother, she knew that he felt like he was getting nowhere in achieving his dreams. (a feeling she was all too familiar with.) but hearing him finally getting a chance at not only continuing his work, but being able to show others his feat as well was something that he deserved.

“when is it?” she asked as they retract from the hug, “because you already know that i’m coming,”

he nods, chuckling softly, “next friday at eight thirty. it’s being thrown at that gallery downtown.”

“i’ll be there.” she avows with a soft smile.

“thanks. i uh, i was actually hoping—wondering, really, if you’d want to come as my date?” he asks, looking at her sheepishly as he waited for her response. sofia blinked, taken aback by his sudden inquiry. his expression sages at her reluctance, the confidence he once carried was now substituted with chagrin. “or not! sorry, it was stupid of me to ask.”

“no, it was really sweet of you to ask,” she reassured him, though the embarrassment of her rejection doesn’t dispel off of his features. “but i have a boy—”

“hey,” rafe’s sudden approach interrupts their conversation; causing both sofia and conner’s attentions to alert. rafe greets sofia with a soft smile, absentmindedly setting his empty glass on top of the counter.

conner’s eyes momentarily averts away from sofia and instead focuses on rafe. he placates his tight lipped customer service smile as he reaches for rafe’s empty glass. “afternoon, mr. cameron did you want another refill?”

“nah, i’m good. conner.” he says, with something akin to hubris lilting heavily in his voice as he peered up from where he was reading conner’s name tag. conner nods, though the confused expression deepens at rafe’s sudden abrasive tone. “so, i couldn’t help but overhear you guys talking about some art show you’re going to.”

conner nods, though bewildered by rafe’s placated interest in their eavesdropped conversation. “oh, uh, yeah. i was just telling sofia about the owner that invited me to show off a few of my pieces.”

“oh?” rafe nods, tilting his head as his kept his gaze cemented on conner. “yeah that sounds cool. you think i could get an invite too?”

“you like art?” conner inquires incredulously, eyebrows furrowed and mouth pursed in disbelief as if the idea was absurd.

“me? nah. not really but my girlfriend does,” rafe says, his eyes finally avert to the right of him where sofia stood. conner follows rafe’s gaze, his eyes widen as the realization suddenly dawns upon him. “and no one’s taking her on any dates except for me,”

“rafe, baby its okay,” sofia gives conner an apologetic smile, “we would love to come to your show if it’s still okay with you?”

he nods, giving sofia a small smile. “yeah. yeah. i’ll make sure to reserve two tickets for you.” his eyes briefly wander over to rafe again before he eventually saunters off leaving sofia and rafe alone.

sofia walks around the counter, now standing athwart from rafe as she gave him a pointed look. “you didn’t have to do that. he didn’t know that we were dating,”

rafe shrugs, reaching for her hand as he tugs her closer towards him. his hands grip at her waist, squeezing her with a soft affection as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers in a deep kiss. she yelps in surprise at his sudden onslaught but easily finds herself melting and succumbing to his embrace — indulging in his vigorous kisses.

rafe retracts from the kiss, smirking impishly against her mouth. “well now him and everyone else here knows that you’re my girl,” sofia’s cheeks flush at his territorial proclamation. looking around, she sees a few looks of surprises written across everyone’s faces at the fact that rafe cameron had just kissed the bartender so openly like this.

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

What remains of us, pt. 6

Summary: Worried what the future might bring, Wally and Y/N decide to delay what must be done for a while longer.

Warnings: death, angst, mentions of mental health issues, fluff, mentions of a SCHOOL SHOOTING, swearing

Word count: 2.2k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

They haven’t kissed since that fateful day.

Not once.

Wally hasn’t said a word about it, hasn’t pushed, hasn’t even so much as hinted that he wants more. But she knows. She feels it in the way his eyes linger a second too long, in the way his fingers twitch when they brush against hers. And the worst part?

She craves him just as much.

But every time she inches closer, something stops her. A nagging, relentless whisper in the back of her mind.

If Xavier hadn’t told her the truth, would Wally ever have shared it? Or would he have let the secret fester for decades to come?

No. He wouldn’t…Would he?

She watches him from across the field, chewing on her bottom lip. He’s been nothing but supportive since the first moment of her afterlife. He’s guided her, made her laugh when all she wanted to do was break. He’s done everything right…except that one thing.

And her heart, foolish and desperate, makes excuses for him a thousand times a day. But her mind? Her mind won’t let it go.

If he could hide something so big from her, would it be wise to put down her armor entirely?

Before she can slip too deep into her thoughts, Wally catches her staring.

He smirks.

Winking at her, Wally runs toward her. His smile is infectious, his hands possessively clinging to her hips as he towers over her, like he’s done it a thousand times before.

“You’ve been staring,” he teases, tilting his head. “Like what you see?”

She rolls her eyes but can’t fight the grin tugging at her lips. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she hums. “What’s there not to like?”

His gaze darkens, his lips curving into something far too smug. “I could say the same.”

Heat floods her cheeks, and she can’t help but wonder how is it possible to blush. How is it that her dead heart feels almost alive whenever he compliments her? What is it about him that makes it so hard to resist him?

It’s infuriating.

It’s intoxicating.

She’s tried so hard to set boundaries, to leave the kiss behind them and work on getting through their scars, but no matter how insistent her brain is on moving on, her heart fights to stay.

If Wally isn’t with her, what’s the point of moving on?

Could she ever truly move on without him?

“Stop tempting me, jock!”

She’s admitted to herself she’s fallen for him. For the first time in her existence, Y/N feels what love is. She can’t possibly abandon Wally now.

Chuckling, he shrugs. “I can’t help how hot I am!”

“Oh my God!” She hides her face against him, but she’s smiling and she knows he can feel it. His laughter vibrates against her skin, warm and familiar, filling the hollow spaces inside her. She could stay curious about passing on, but she could never forgo the way his laugh makes her feel.

Pulling away, just enough to look up at him through her lashes, Y/N stands on her tiptoes. Her lips brush his jaw – a whisper of a touch, yet it’s enough to render Wally speechless. Tilting his head, his lips capture hers instantly. Wasting no time, he pulls her into him, breathing her in as their kiss deepens.

A gasp slips past her as he pulls her flush against him, his fingers pressing into the small of her back. He kisses her like he’s making up for lost time, like he’s afraid this moment will slip through his fingers.

She lets him.

She lets herself.

The sharp, loud sound of a whistle startles them apart. Wally groans as he watches a group of football players flooding the field, ruining their moment.

“I don’t think I’ve ever hated football as much as I do right now.”

She smirks. “Not even when you died?”

Wally pretends to consider it. “Nope. This is worse.”

Laughing, she presses a quick kiss to his lips. “Guess it’s a good thing we have a forever to do this then.”

His expression softens, and he keeps his arm around her as they leave the field.. It felt good, really good to kiss Wally again.

It’s been almost a month since the last time they kissed, mostly because she spent the entire time trying to understand everything Wally filled her in on. Moving on. The scars. Practicing moving objects…it was a lot.

And Maddie.

Perhaps that was the most difficult one to hear.

“She had a chance to go back to her life and as much as I wished she’d stay, I couldn’t be so selfish with her. I gave her the push she needed and watched her come back to life. She couldn’t see me anymore, but I know she knew I’d be with her until her last day in this school.”

“Do you miss her?” She asked.

“I did. It’s been years, I’ve learned to let it go. To let her go.”

“I’m sorry,” she takes his hand in hers, their fingers intertwining. “You’ve been alone...just as I have. You’ll never be alone again.”

Wally stills, turning to her. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

“What is it like?” Y/N hesitantly asks. “Going into your scar?”

His face darkens. “It’s a hellish version of your own death, twisted with fears and anxieties you can’t escape. It’s…traumatizing…Painful.”

Swallowing hard, she continues. “Is that why you never made it through yourself?”

“Yes.” His voice is almost too quiet. “Everyone else eventually faced their fears. I tried,” he pauses. “I guess I’m too much of a coward to face mine.”

Cupping his cheek, she shakes her head lightly. “You’re not a coward, Wally. You’re human.”

He lets out a dry laugh. “Not anymore.”

 “You know what I mean.” She takes a deep breath, “It’s perfectly normal and…I understand why. I’m scared of even trying.”

“You want to?” He swallows thickly. “To try?”

“I think so.”

“Oh,” his eyebrows furrow. He shifts uncomfortably. “If that’s the case, I know what your key is.”

“My stethoscope,” she whispers.

His eyes widen. “How did you –“

“I saw it in your locker,” she admits. “I assumed you were keeping it there for me…For when I was ready to try and face it.”

He nods slowly. “Can I say something selfish?”

She arches a brow, silently telling him to continue.

“I’m scared,” he confesses, voice barely above a whisper. “That you’ll go into your scar and I’ll never see you again.”

A lump forms at the back of her throat. Ever since that night where she thought she lost him, it’s been a constant worry. “Me too.”

“Yeah?”

Nodding, she allows him to pull her closer, into his lap. “I don’t want to leave you. If anything ever happens of the sort, know it wasn’t my intention. I’d never –“

“Same,” he cuts in, his voice thick with emotion. “I’d never leave you if I have any choice in it.”

“But we’re going to have to try.” Her voice cracks, and she leans her forehead against his. “All we can do is promise each other to tough it out and move on together…Because I refuse to believe we won’t find each other in the afterlife.”

His nose brushes against hers, his lips quivering. She can tell he’s holding back tears.

“Maybe not today,” she whispers.

“Or tomorrow,” he adds, hopeful.

A weak chuckle escapes her, and he can’t help but smile.

“Not yet,” she agrees, refusing to set a date. They need more time together and if this is all they have, she can’t waste a single moment.

“Let’s have a date,” she blurts out.

His entire face lights up. “God, yes! A date sounds perfect!”

Laughing the tension away, she captures his lips again. There’s nothing better than the heaven she tastes upon his kiss.

Y/N isn’t sure what she expected when she walked down the hallway toward their meeting spot, but it sure as hell wasn’tthis.

Wally stands at the end of the hall, next to the staircase, waiting for her, looking like he just stepped out of a vintage romance film. A black suit clings to his lean frame, fitted to perfection, the crisp white shirt underneath stark against his dark hair. And his hair, oh God, his hair, usually a tousled mess, has been styled to perfection and all she can think about is how she’s going to run her fingers though it and make it a mess once more.

He’s holding a bouquet of wildflowers, a mess of soft blues and whites, petals trembling slightly from how tightly he grips the stems.

And then there’s his face.

He’s staring at her like she’s a dream he’s scared to wake up from. No one’s ever looked at her the way he does.

Y/N steps closer slowly, the hem of her gown skimming the floor. It’s ridiculous, getting dressed up when they’re both, dead, but when she had suggested a real date, one where they actually tried, neither could say no. So she scoured the school’s forgotten wardrobes and found a dress that made her feel like someone worth being adored. Midnight blue, flowing like water, hugging in all the right places. The way Wally’s jaw clenches tells her she made the right choice.

She stops in front of him, arching a brow. “You clean up nice.”

Wally exhales sharply, like he’s only just remembered how to breathe. “Holy shit.”

Her lips twitch. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should,” he breathes. Then, shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts, he thrusts the bouquet toward her. “These are for you.”

She takes them gently, brushing her fingers over the petals. “Where did you even find these?”

“I may or may not have haunted the school greenhouse.” He shrugs, flashing her that boyish grin. “The gardening club doesn’t seem to mind when their plants go missing.”

She smirks. He went through the effort of making sure they won’t reset. “And here I thought ghosts weren’t supposed to steal.”

“This one does. You know, for the most beautiful girl in Split River High.”

Her breath catches.

Damn him.

He knows exactly what he’s doing.

Before she can come up with a witty retort, Wally shifts, suddenly unfastening the thin chain around his neck. He holds it out to her, a simple silver chain with a small, worn-out football charm dangling at the center.

Her brows knit together. “Wally?”

“If I lose you,” he says softly, slipping the necklace around her throat, “at least I know you’ll have this. A part of me, with you forever.”

She exhales, brushing her fingers over the charm.

“God, you’re such a movie cliché.”

Wally grins, though it’s weaker than usual, like he’s hoping she can see just how much this means to him. “Yeah, but I got you to fall for me, didn’t I?”

She huffs a laugh, shaking her head. “You do realize confessions like that are usually reserved for the end of a date, not the beginning.”

Wally smirks. “So you’re confessing you did fall for me?”

She tilts her head, considering. Then, just when he expects her to dodge the question, she steps closer, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m hopelessly in love with you.”

His breath stutters.

For a moment, he’s completely still, as if his brain is short-circuiting.

Then—

“Holy shit.”

A laugh bursts out of her, full and warm, and it sends something electric through his veins.

Recovering quickly, Wally grabs her waist, pulling her closer. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been in love with you?”

She raises a brow. “Hmm, a week? Two?”

He groans. “Since the first moment I laid eyes on you.”

She stills.

“That’s why I was so distracted at first,” he admits, his thumb tracing absent circles over her waist. “I, God, I thought you were just… stunning. Like, so stupidly out of my league that I couldn’t even function properly.”

She snorts. “You mean you were too busy drooling to realize I was a ghost like you?”

“Exactly.” He grins. “And honestly? I never thought I’d have a chance.”

She pretends to think. “And yet, here we are. Mission accomplished.”

His grin widens. “Damn right.”

She laces their fingers together, her touch featherlight. “Come on. We have a date to start.”

He hums, eyes twinkling. “If I keep making you laugh like this, do I get a reward later?”

She leans in, her breath fanning against his ear. “Keep it up and you might just get an invitation for a midnight swim.”

Wally’s grip on her tightens. “You’re kidding.”

She smirks, adding. “And I don’t own a swimming suit.”

“You’re not kidding.”

“Nope.”

He lets out a dramatic groan. “This might actually kill me.”

She just laughs, tugging him forward. “Come on, lover boy. Let’s see if your cooking skills are as good as your flirting.”

[alwayshinny]

Hinny ♥️ - The Chronicles of Harry J. Potter's mind

She's Ron's little sister 😡

She's Ron's sister.😠

She's Ron's... 🫤

She's... 😵‍💫

She's so beautiful. 😍

Shit, she's looking my way. WAIT. DID SHE JUST WINK AT ME? 😳

Stop staring. Look somewhere else. Fuck, I think Dean noticed... Awkward... 😬

Okay, try to act cool. Stand against the wall, cross you arms, and look nonchalant, like you don't care. 😎

*stubbles with hand placement and footing* 🫨

Ginny: "Hi Harry"

tries to cover his dopey smile but ends up swooning instead. 🥴

[madamechrissy]

Pour it Up Masterlist / Stripclub Owner Sukuna headcanons

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five

Pairings: Stripclub Owner Sukuna x Stripper F!reader

Summary:- You are a single mother, your baby daddy is not just worthless, he also is actively trying to sabotoge you, so you go out on your own and raise your kid by yourself. Struggling your ass off, a friend of a friend named Toji decides to offer you a hell of a deal, a few hours a night at a strip club to make BANK. While there, you meet the other owner, Sukuna, and the moment he sees you? You annoy him how beautiful you are, how much he wants you, pushing him to insanity. He knows he must have you- no matter whose ass he needs to beat.

Warnings:- reader is a mom, lowkey/highkey Yandere Sukuna behavior (He's obsessed) recreational drug use, drug dealing Sukuna (the club lowkey a front lol) Mafia ties, EXPLICIT sexual content, blow jobs, cunnilingus, fingering, masturbation, teasing and eventually violence, some former trauma of reader.

WC so far- 32.5k - ao3 link here

Headcanons/story preview below!

Stripclub Owner Sukuna- who loves what he does, the money he makes, the women, the entire atmosphere. What more could he really need in life?

Stripclub Owner Sukuna lights up a blunt with his co owner, Toji, as they lounge back on one of the bright red Sofa's, watching their girls dance around them while they hold business meetings. Sukuna certainly doesn't mind beautiful women, nor does he mind snorting coke right off them.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna throws back a shot, when suddenly he sees someone so different, so fucking pretty it makes his heart thud in his chest. He can barely stop himself from yanking you right away from this. He's slicking back pastel hair when Toji introduces you so casually, wearing a pretty silver bikini that shows too much of your sexy body. You look shy? You look nervous?

Stripclub Owner Sukuna takes your hand then, smirking at you, watching the blush decorate your cheeks, when he finds you're going to be a dancer, he immediately wants to say no, dance for just him, a level of possession he's never even felt with his girlfriends. Sukuna's shared plenty of women, but if he got you!?

Stripclub Owner Sukuna smacks Toji for even bringing you here later, and Toji scoffs. 'She has a kid and shit, she'll make top dollar here' Sukuna falters at such news. 'Don't ya think she'll make bank?' 'Tch, of course she will... it's just she's so...' Toji snorts. 'you got the hots for her, huh? Well she ain't some easy girl, I know her'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna knows he must have you, when you're stepping around the stage, and he's eyeing you, sitting right in front of the stage as you get on your knees, crawling toward him and smiling shyly. 'how're you a shy stripper, huh? not gonna work' he huffs, and you tilt your head, hand slipping down his tie. 'No allure in a shy dancer, Mr. Sukuna?'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna loses his mind when he hears his name spilled from your glossy lips, as he thinks of shoving his cock deep inside that mouth, so close to his when you turn. You bend over, ass right in the air, begging for a smack as you look back at him, hair falling over your face. 'Why're you here?' he demands, eyeing the curve of your back, cock hard like he's some pathetic teenager or something.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna tenses when you say - 'I need the money, isn't it why everyone does this?' 'Toji says you got a kid' you tense then, turning toward him nervously, as the stagelights glimmer all over your skin. 'That a problem?' Sukuna shakes his head. "Nah, lots of girls here do...' You exhale. 'I'm a single mom, my friend can watch her at night, why not work while she's asleep? I can spend my time with her'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna admires the fuck out of you as you dance your pretty ass off, but he hates the men that see you, see you in just your little bottoms and tassells, breasts bouncing, ass jiggling as you shake it, as you move. You're a whole star quickly, the few hours a night you come in you make bank, but as soon as you leave, he's in his office, jerking it to you, imagining those nipples, that pussy he sees hints of with your spandex panties.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna On one particular night forgets to lock the door, you're still out there dancing but he can't take it, you're too fucking sexy, he's picturing burying his face in that nice ass of yours as you step inside, shutting the door quickly when you see it, his enormous dick in his hands, covered in precum. You gasp, looking away quickly. 'shit I'm sorry, it's my ex... he's such an ass and I didn't want him to see me...'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna pauses, in shock as you look back down at him, licking your lower lip. 'I'm interrupting...' you come closer though, watching, breath catching in your throat. 'Want me to beat him the fuck up? ruin him?' Sukuna murmurs, voice husky, when you keep walking towards him, and he slowly strokes, from the base to the tip of his veiny length, acting so casual. 'No, you don't have to do all that, you're already so good to me' he laughs then, shaking his head. 'You are, maybe I should... be good to you?'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna can't form a thought when you're stroking his cock, leaning so close, lips just a breath from his, taking two of his fingers and sucking his precum off them, cheeks hollowing. Sukuna loses his control then, using those two fingers to slip so deep you cry out, earning his groan, uncaring if anyone heard. He's curling them up in your walls as you stroke, his eyes laser focused on your pretty face when he grips your hair by the nape of your neck. 'wanna suck me, huh brat?' he tries to keep it together, but when you nod eagerly, on your knees, he can't take how good your throat feels.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna has his cock fucking up into your throat, his salty precum against your tongue, and he wonders if it's some dream it has to be, you're too fucking beautiful to just be doing this, you shouldn't even be working, he thinks. He'd like you just naked around his house, to fuck you on every surface, fill you up with so many kids you'd never leave. Sukuna is groaning while you suck him greedily, looking up at him with dilated, beautiful eyes, making him simultaneously want to fuck you and want to make love to you, stupid insane shit that irritates him.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna stutters when you suck harder, and he's cumming deep in your throat, not meaning to. No he wants to fuck your pussy, not this, but you make him cum so fast it's stupid, swallowing him with a pretty smile, as you lean up on shaky legs. He presses a kiss to your lips, desperate and messy, tasting all of his cum all over your mouth. You're gasping, until the door opens, and you pull apart, seeing an amused Toji. You are losing your mind later as you clean up to go home, wondering what's gotten ahold of you, when Sukuna is waiting right outside.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna loves it when you look down so shy and pretty, you're biting your lower lip to death, he releases it from the grip of your teeth. 'you free tonight, brat?' you blink in confusion. 'you want...' 'want you at my place, spread wide f'me, yeah?' you gasp at the thought, shaking your head then. 'I'm not, I have to get home to my kid... but tomorrow night?' he nods, ushering you to your shitty car, picturing you in something so much better soon, leaning over with a smirk as he seatbelts you in.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna now that he's had a taste, he can't stop thinking of you, when you're at work the next day you're quickly in his office again, this time he's got you grinding on his lap, slick arousal pooling in your little outfit. 'I'll fuckin pay you triple, take the day off' "Mr. Sukuna...' 'Take. The. Day. Off.' Sukuna finally gets you home, having you bent over his couch before you can blink, ripping your pretty costume to shreds, pumping you so full of his cock you're trembling, shaking, head falling back as he fills you so good, slamming your cervix.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna has never felt anything like you, like your cunt pulsing around his cock, like his balls slapping your twitchy little clit, as you're sobbing it hurts so good, tears streaming down your pretty face while he rails his cock so deep. Sukuna busts deep in you as he wraps a big hand around your throat, fucking into you over and over, feeling you milk his cock for all he's got. 'Gonna fill you the fuck up, huh brat? gonna drip on the goddamn stage'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna has your pussy on his mouth when he's busted in you, starting to lap all the gooey white cum from your pretty pussy. 'Sukuna! ah!' you've never felt like this, so fucked out as his tongue scoops all your cum out, he's leaning over you, spitting it right into your mouth, chuckling. 'pathetic, just how I fuckin need you'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna is pathetic for you, he doesn't let you leave, he pays you for another day, fucking you in every position, at some point he's holding you upside down, you're bobbing on his cock as he's gripping your ass, moaning against your hole, you're falling apart, so weak and sore. when you finally have to go home, because you have your kid, Sukuna can't stop thinking about you, about how he wants you to have his babies, to be under him every goddamn night, so excited when you come into work, only to see you devastated.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna demands to know what's wrong, only to see your shady ass ex, who wants to saunter up to him like he's shit, you shake your head, but soon Sukuna is beating the fuck out of him. 'you have no clue who he is, Mr. Sukuna...' you tell him then, earning Sukuna's chuckle, his big grin. 'You don't know who I am, baby'

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