#frost x reader

The smell of a newborn should seriously be bottled and shipped to the masses. Frost couldn’t describe it really, just that babies smelled pure, like hope, and a sense of home. Yeah. That’s what his little bundle of joy smelled like.

You were honestly concerned the first time you caught Frost deeply inhaling your baby on the couch, but you couldn’t blame him. Little baby Frost smelled divine.

The visual alone had your postpartum hormones acting up. Tall, brooding, and cold—your giant of a man was the last person you pictured with a child. Let alone an infant. Genesis was a shock in the beginning. You took a gamble with the mysterious brute, only to error 404 when he casually mentioned his teenage daughter.

Genesis was everything you expected from being Frost’s daughter. Rough around the edges with an even sharper wit. She was the perfect blend of masculine and feminine energy that made you fall in love. All it took was one conversation and you were sold. You would sign on a dotted line to be her mother and Frost would gladly hand you a pen.

Being with Frost was so easy it should have scared you. Your friends thought as much with their concerned looks and comments.

‘Don’t you think you’re moving too fast? You met him like a few months ago and you’re already moving in with him? What if he breaks your heart and kicks you out?’

Perhaps would think like that if you were dating a boy.

You had nothing to fear with a man like Frost. He put those fears to rest before they could escape your brain. He knew what he wanted and didn’t play around to acquire it. Your fate was sealed the instant Frost laid eyes on you.

Frost was a natural provider. It was the little things with him that meant so much more. He made sure your fridge was never empty, the bills set on autopay, gas in your tank with extra funds in your bank account to spend. He spoiled you rotten doing things you thought were impossible for other men to do. With Frost, it was the bare minimum.

Why wouldn’t he take care of you? You were his.

It was only natural that his daughter called you mom one Wednesday afternoon as if you gave birth to her yourself.

You blinked in shock. Frost just smirked in that weird way of his. Not with his mouth, but with his eyes. You knew he was scheming, you just didn’t know what.

Oh, that look should have been a warning. The way you slid into his life like a perfect puzzle piece was maddening. Your mail came to his house. He was your emergency contact. He bought you a car (it oddly had three spacious rows) and he encouraged you to take on less work hours when you felt overwhelmed.

You never relied on a man before. You spent way too many years as Miss. Independent to even consider someone else supporting you, but Frost made the transition easy. Like an afterthought. “I got you” was all Frost would say, “Don’t worry about it” whenever he caught you stressing.

It was weird at first, yet you quickly grew into your new role. A girl could get used to this.

Not once did you question his line of work. His daughter was well fed, nothing but top-of-line possessions that screamed wealth, and his house was always in order. Subtle signs of well off. You could not complain.

Especially when Frost loved and loved hard.

He was a man straight out of your romance novels. The textbook example of a gentle giant. Frost gave you nothing but love whenever you needed it. You never had a healthy relationship before; now you were an expert. It was all smooth sailing—too good to be true, you knew something bad would happen and it came in the form of a positive pregnancy test.

All your girlfriend’s worries slammed into you.

‘He’s gonna kick you out girl. He already got a teenager, what makes you think he wanna start over with you? It is not going to last. This arrangement is too good to be true.’

You were so far down a spiral that you failed to hear Frost walk in.

He knew something was wrong the second he saw you. You usually welcomed him home with some sort of verbal or physical acknowledgement, but today he had to tear the house apart to find you. His search ended in the master bath with you staring off into the distance as a timer buzzed on your phone.

He turned it off and tapped the counter with his knuckles. “Y/n. You good?” The deep rumble of his voice snatched you back into the present but the tears in your eyes did him in.

Frost immediately went into protective mode. His arms wrapped around you and like a bomb, his scent put you in a state. You were going to miss this. The warmth and comfort he provided for the moment you told him the truth; it would be over.

You hated how observant Frost was. His eyes wandered and locked on the stick you tried to toss into the bin. You missed and it landed screen side up.

Positive. Thank goodness.

The last puzzle piece was snapping perfectly into place. The day Gen called you mom was the moment Frost subconsciously declared you his. He didn’t need a legal document to bind you to him. You were his woman, his future, his.

You were the only one blissfully unaware of your status in his life.

Now you were pregnant with his child? Oh, you weren’t going anywhere.

He would give you anything. A ring? Already in his drawer waiting to slide onto its permanent home. Another house? He already purchased a plot of land to break ground on per your command. You wanted another car? Give him a make and model and it’ll be delivered bright and early.

Anything for his girl—no hesitation, but the best part of it all? You truly did not know the power you held.

Your shaky voice drew Frost from his daydream, “I’ll move out the second I find an apartment.” His arms stiffened around you as you continued, “I won’t ask for child support or anything. I-I’ll disappear, I promise.”

“What are you talking about?”

You heard the anger in his tone and looked him dead in the eye. What you assumed was anger was actually confusion.

“I… I’m pregnant and I know you don’t want another—”

“Stop.”

You learned early on that Frost was a man of few words so the few he did utter, held weight. You let him drag you out of the bathroom to sit on the edge of the bed inside the master suite. Your body sagged into the mattress but the air in your lungs was stolen once you saw Frost drop to his knees.

You thought you’d never see such a display.

Sure, he bent down to fix things, and he tied your shoes once or twice, but never have you seen him prone before you without just cause. Gone was the icy mask he wore like a shield. The man in front of you was full of love all directed towards you.

Frost sighed as his thumbs rubbed your sides. It was far too early for a bump, but the seed had grown. You were far enough for a positive test to register. You were carrying his child.

Frost was a mixture of elation and disbelief. He never thought he’d have a chance to start over and especially not with the love of his life. He would get to witness all the joys of pregnancy, all the things he missed with Genesis’ mother, in real time.

The morning sickness, watching your body change and grow, feeling the first kick, adding unnecessary things to the baby registry. Every checkup. Building the nursery from scratch. Every night you moaned and complained to the gender reveal and baby shower. Frost was ready. And that was just the pregnancy stage. Then he would have the joy of raising the little one with you.

So many memories just waiting to be unlocked. He was ready to embrace this domestic bliss so how dare you fix your lips to say you wanted to leave?

Your wet sob cut through the room as Frost pushed up your shirt to bestow the softest kiss upon your tummy. Deep brown eyes found your e/c ones, “We’re in this together, Y/n.”

Of course he was. Why did you ever doubt he wouldn’t be? It had to be pregnancy hormones to make you ugly cry the way you were, but Frost didn’t mind them. He wiped each tear away while gazing up at his shining future.

“I don’t know what to say. Y-You? You want to keep it?” You shook your head, smiling. “I thought you would hate me.”

“I could never hate you n’ the day you moved in should’ve confirmed my intentions. You’re mine, Y/n.” Frost sealed in his vow with a kiss that left you even more lightheaded. It was all too much to process.

Your brain was trying to make sense of it all. “Your intentions? Frost, you never put a label on us, how was I supposed to know?”

It took everything in him not to roll his eyes. Society and their dating norms. He didn’t think something simple as labels would be so problematic, but he knew it was necessary when it came to you. Even now you were practically begging him to confirm things.

“You want labels? Fine. You are Gen’s mom. The mother to our unborn child. My wife. What else you want?”

Good thing you were already sitting on the bed. Frost didn’t have to panic too much when you fell backwards and passed out. Not the reaction he was expecting, yet you were always filled with surprises.

Once he confirmed you were breathing, he huffed out a laugh and tossed the covers over you. When you woke up, he’d answer all your burning questions.

Looking back, you couldn’t believe you were worried. As if Frost would kick you out of his life. It would take more than a positive pregnancy test to sway his mind from leaving you.

Frost was true to his plan. He sat you down and confirmed your status in his life. Gen came home unannounced and overheard the ‘we’re having a baby!’ bit.

The teen high-fived her dad and asked if she could start adding stuff to the online baby registry. “Took ya long enough, dad.” Gen joked as she gave you two some privacy.

So nonchalant just like her father. As if gaining a younger sibling was another daily occurrence. Your head hurt just thinking about the secret father-daughter convos behind your back. What were you going to do with another Frost running around?

Life seemed to love picking on you because the third or fourth checkup was… interesting.

Frost was acting like private security standing; he declined a seat—by your bedside as the doctor rubbed warm gel along your belly. His eyes never wavered from the exposed skin until the tv directly ahead came to life with the first glimpse of his little one. His chest grew tight, and he refused to admit his eyes were a bit misty.

The live video feed was confirmation that his dreams were coming true. He was allowed to cry!

Only there was one problem.

“Oh! Well, I believe congratulations are in order, Y/n. You see that?” Your doctor highlighted an area of the ultrasound with her pointer. You went into a panic, thinking something was wrong until she flipped your life upside down with three words.

“You’re having twins!”

An outsider would have thought she diagnosed you with terminal cancer by your horrified glare. Twins? As in two mini Frosts? Your first pregnancy.. you would give the man an army on the first go.

Meanwhile, the father-to-be was ecstatic in his stoic way of course.

He leaned over your body to watch the doctor’s equipment more closely, “Oh yeah? Do we know the sex yet?”

Your neck about snapped in half hearing that. How was he so unbothered!?

You were carrying twins! Two of everything. Strollers. College Funds. Car seats. Clothes. Oh my god the mountain of diapers… As if your first time mom fears weren’t bad enough. Now you had two bundles of joy to stress over.

Your hormones hit you like a truck.

Both your doctor and Frost jumped hearing your outburst of tears. She professionally excused herself, not like Frost noticed. His attention was squarely on you.

“Talk to me, Y/n. What is it?” He grabbed a towel from the counter and wiped your stomach free of jelly before tugging you into his arms. For a man named Frost his hugs were anything but.

Your subconscious still had to crack a joke or two about it. “We’re having twins?!?? Frost… I oh my god, I’m carrying Frost Giants!”

He’d let you have that one because it wasn’t the only wild thing you said during your pregnancy. And he thought you were something else on a normal day..

Now that you knew you had two buns baking, you and Genesis went in on the shopping. Frost did not bat an eye at his credit card bill. Joker was paying for it anyway so you had no limit regarding preparing for your, “Frost Giant army.”

Him and Gen side eyed your first corny ideas of names.

Storm and Gale? Really? Wren and Chime earned you a literal time out on the couch. You even jotted down Loki on the idea board. Gen erased it the second you waddled away.

Her siblings were not going to be bullied at recess because you wanted to irk Frost’s nerves. Not on her watch.

One late night dinner you simply asked. “How did you come up with Genesis. That’s a beautiful, meaningful name. C’mon Frost! Get creative again. We only need two names this time.”

The table went quiet with Gen pointedly looking away and Frost scratching the back of his neck.

“Well?” you dragged out. “Did you name her or not?” Eventually Frost gave in, “No. My Boss did.”

Talk about awkward. Again, you never questioned his job but, in any situation, having your employer name your child was unusual no matter how close the bond. You eyed the father and daughter duo as the silence stretched on.

“Don’t look at me, I wasn’t there.” Gen confessed. She snatched her phone off the table and began scrolling, anything to avoid the incoming barrage of questions you were ready to unleash on Frost. He did not get paid enough for this.

“Drop it, Y/n.”

You did not. “We are 36 weeks without name(s). My mom fears she’ll never have the monogrammed blankets done in time for the delivery. I don’t blame her!” You stood up as quickly as your body allowed and pointed at the scheming troublemakers.

One was adding a limited-edition diaper bag into her shopping cart; the other was watching you like a hawk should your balance fail you (like it did two days prior).

“I want names by the end of this week and that’s an order!” A shame they wouldn’t take your demands seriously.

You were the saddest sight waddling away with snowflake socks dragging on the hardwood, two hands on your lower back. Your belly was bigger than you. They both waited until you were out of earshot to begin the huddle.

“What did The Godfather say?” Gen whispered.

Was it wise to have Joker be the godfather to all his children? He’d question morals another day. Frost nodded at his daughter and replied, “We’re still voting. Cherish is winning.”

“Really? Over Hope? I want that as her middle name.” Gen added both entries to the whiteboard in the kitchen before returning to the table. “What about baby bro? Is he still Jr.?”

“For now. J demanded TNT until B cut off his sugar fix. They’re all.. excited, I guess.”

“Aren’t you? Like, you’ve been making googly eyes at Y/n since the day you met her. I was counting the days you announced I’d get a sibling. I’m excited too and.. a little nervous.” She wrung her lip as the responsibility of being the older sister crept in.

Frost knew she could handle it. He raised her after all. That didn’t mean he couldn’t empathize with the teen. “Me too kid. We gotta be the levelheaded ones though. Y/n is losing it. I caught her checking the go-bag twice in the same day.”

“She accidentally packed her favorite headband and turned into a tornado when she couldn’t find it,” Gen laughed. “Give her some grace, the woman is expecting twins her first time.”

She snapped her fingers along with Frost who jumped up to write Grace on the ever-growing list.

He sent the updated entries to the group chat as he returned to his seat. His daughter was on fire tonight but back to the matter at hand.

He honestly couldn’t blame you for your jitters. You were more than ready for motherhood, he had that conversation with you early on during the dating stage, however this was a totally different ballpark.

Twins were a challenge for any couple. As first timers? Even Frost was nervous.

He read every parenting book, watched every how-to video known to man and scrolled through countless blogs, and he still didn’t feel prepared. Things were different with Genesis. He didn’t know she existed until his ex rang the doorbell and left the three-year-old on the stoop.

The hard part of parenting was over. Genesis was eerily quiet and mild mannered. Frost had no issues raising the tiny tot. Call it sheer luck both survived. There were a few times Frost cut it close.

However, this time, Frost would be there from the beginning. From their first breath, he would be responsible for two human beings.

It was scary; thankfully, he wasn’t alone.

He had you to lean on, to confide in whenever he panicked and thought he was doing a terrible job. And you could do the same thing to him whenever you felt overwhelmed. The two of you would grow stronger during the trails to come and it didn’t hurt he had Gotham City’s worst criminals as a support system. (Plus one sane citizen).

His twins will have the best mother, the coolest older sister, a loving godmother, two insanely rich uncles, a demented godfather, one they should avoid at all costs, and most importantly? A strong and loving father who would move mountains for them.

That was the vow he whispered to them both the day you gave birth. Two healthy babies as beautiful as their mother. A strong set of lungs both—he’d endure the headaches to come if it meant they were healthy.

For now, Frost glanced around the room and drank in the miracle draw life bestowed him. Two newborns, a happy teenage daughter cooing over their bassinet, and of course, the love of his life already staring right at him.

You were exhausted, clearly, yet you had the energy to wave Frost over so you could kiss him. “I love you.”

And for once Frost didn’t care that anyone could see him. His face broke out into a rare smile, “I love you more, Y/n.”

Frost could not believe you had a daughter the same age as Genesis. That fact alone aged you.

You were in the same age bracket as him and yet there was a youthful air about you. You didn’t classify as old. The sun still shined in your favor. Your smile was easy going and your laugh was as light as a feather. You were put together, mature—and at the same time, childish and fun. Untouchable by all. 

For starters you rebelled against the traditional PTA mom cult. You didn’t wear designer suits or a string of pearls around your neck. That would be far too rigid for a songbird like you.

No. You arrived at the pickup line in Doc Martens and tattered jeans that made Frost question if you went to war in them. They hugged your curves in the best way and threatened to unravel his frosty demeanor. And whenever you bent over? Frost was the one fighting a war.

He was stronger than this. He could resist. He had manners.

But they seem to fade whenever you’re around.

Mondays were by far his favorite. You always dressed up at the beginning of the week; the only time you dared to look polished and unapologetically motherlike.

With flowing hair, a dusting of makeup that only enhanced your already beautiful features, you looked like a dream but the part that Frost loved the most?

No matter the outfit—soft and delicate, rugged and punk, you wore his jacket. The same one he left on your shoulders that fateful night. He could never forget how full the moon was while sitting on your porch. How it emphasized everything he already knew about you.

Absolutely stunning.

Your drunken eyes gazing at him, begging. pleading, to kiss you and he felt compelled to answer that desire. He hated leaving you bereft and longing for something more. For something you both wanted.

It was a stolen moment that neither of you could forget. Far better than cupcakegate. He gave you his number and turned this rare opportunity into something real.

You wore his jacket religiously to keep his words alive. And to keep his mysterious scent in your life for just a bit longer. You could still hear the confidence oozing from his lips as he walked away.

“Kept it. It’ll help keep my baby warm.” Ugh.

That dumb thought that manifested into words. He still couldn’t believe he said that. He was spending way too much time around Neo. When did Frost ever call someone baby?

It was a ridiculous word. He couldn’t remember calling Gen that when she was one. Even with his daughter, his own blood—soft words like baby sounded cheesy. At least Gen didn’t suffer from the lack of phrase.

Frost didn’t baby her. He didn’t hold her hand through life or coddle her. It was the bare truth and nothing else in his household. She was free to do as she pleased just nothing stupid or dangerous. Be home before 1am type of parenting.

Both agreed she wouldn’t enlist. Genesis had enough military exposure from her father thank you very much. As long as she stayed out of trouble, far far away from her Godfather (and his gang) she was basically an independent woman.

Frost couldn’t be prouder. He felt a sense of achievement for raising Genesis all on his own.

He didn’t need any help despite being a broken man with nothing to offer a person. Much less a crying infant. Geez, he remembered the first time he held his bundle of joy.

Was she unexpected? Yes. An inconvenience? Never.

Frost was ready to give up Joker and his crazy shenanigans the second Gen opened her eyes and smiled.

She became an experiment of sorts. To see if men like them could be normal. To see if they were worthy of a future, a family. Something more than crime and violence. And Frost didn’t disappoint his Boss. There was hope for them yet. Genesis lived up to her name.

Frost saw so much yet so little of himself in his bright teen. Gen was already picking out her choice of colleges, which was probably why Frost got to daydreaming.

Of an empty nest. Of being alone again.

He was used to it, sure. He never dated or entertained the thought ever since Gen’s mom walked out but these past months of watching you from afar? It got Frost thinking.

Was he really that old to start all over?

Maybe he was overthinking it. He just gave you his number and he refused to ruin things by moving too fast, especially with a woman like you. Frost could not fumble you. He’d never hear the end of it.

He kept things lowkey lest Joker and the boys find out he had a semblance of life outside the gang. Joker knew. Nothing got past that clown, but Frost could pretend his old friend wasn’t hyperaware of his love life (or the lack thereof).

Like Joker could judge. He was busy trying to lock down his Bunny with little success.

Frost had to focus on his own attempts at love.

The last thing he wanted was to expose you to his lifestyle. Genesis could turn a blind eye to his life of crime, but could you? What if you got caught up in the crosshairs? What if you turned Frost in?

It was thoughts like that which kept him from replying to your message. Your innocent text sent over the weekend asking for a coffee date.

Or actual drinks! if you don’t fancy coffee 🙃

Of course you used emojis. Frost would think less of you if you didn’t. He wasn’t sure what to say. Drinks, coffee, heck he’d drink battery acid if it was done while spent within your company. He would do anything to be with you. The problem; getting that message across to you.

Frost was a man of few words. He blamed boot camp and years of following orders for his reserved speech.

He didn’t know how to do this; casually talking. Let alone dating. It left him sweating bullets and swallowing back his tongue in your presence.

He was a grown man reduced to a five-year-old at the mere thought of talking to you! What was the right thing to say?

Should he text back or call you? Was a phone call too forward? Would you be upset if he texted you at 4am? That was normal texting hours, right?

Frost saw Neo on his phone during those hours all the time… Joker too.

Why was this so complicated! It felt like high school all over again trying to talk to his crush. Frost frowned thinking about how he managed to talk to Genesis’ mom. And he rolled his eyes remembering how that turned out.

He didn’t want to make the same mistakes but how did he go about declaring his intentions the right way?

Hours of stressing turned into days of neglect and before he knew it, the window of opportunity slammed shut. He overthought it and fumbled the bag. And Frost knew you were upset when you caught his heavy gaze from across the school yard weeks after the fact.

You waited all weekend for a response. An acknowledgement, anything to show that Frost was interested.

Something that proved leaving his jacket in your care and giving you a sliver of hope wasn’t just a mistake. Yet the silence spoke for itself.

Your daughter told you not to stress it, “Gen mentioned her dad is rather…. quiet.” So, you took the teen’s advice and left the text thread (with just your lone message) be.

For an entire two weeks.

It was the longest waiting period ever. You didn’t cross paths to begin with but those rare appearances at drop off and pick up? Ceased. If there weren’t multiple eyewitnesses, you’d think the man was a ghost for real. 

The PTA moms still loudly whispered about all the carnal delights they would do with a man like Frost. If only they got a chance. For once, you didn’t have the strength to roll your eyes at their shameful harassment.

You had a chance. Not like it manifested into anything.

You got a taste of hope and like an addict, you slipped down a delulu river of what ifs. What if he kissed you? What if you invited him inside and upstairs to your room? What then? Would things be different? Would he still have ghosted you?

Ugh, you were a grown woman, not some bumbling teen pining over a guy! Some example you are for your daughter.

It was fine though. Really, it was. You wouldn’t have to be bothered with Frost for too long anyway.

Summer break was fast approaching, and the girls were squealing about their plans in the living room. You tuned them out and missed one of their questions.

They called your name again, this time louder which gained your attention. “Huh what?” you blinked, realizing that three teenagers were giving you knowing looks.

“Oh, she’s down asunder.”

“I told you!!”

“Couldn’t be me. Daydreaming over a man? A MAaaaNnn???”

Charlie unfurled a fan, blinking back the audacity. It was a disease really. One they were immune from.

You sweat dropped at the theatrical display before joining the conversation. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh at my expense all you want. I’m not that desperate.” You reminded them.

Your daughter imitated the notification sound on your phone and like a fool, you scrambled to pick it up, thinking it was Frost finally texting back. They all burst out in hysterics at the embarrassing sight.

Children were so cruel..

You grumbled to yourself as you locked your phone, “What do y’all Mean Girls want anyway?”

Your d/n (daughter’s name) spoke up, eyes still glued to her phone, “We waaant permission to go to a Fallen Angel Concert. She’ll be here in Gotham and we have to gooooooo!”

“I need to breath in the same air as her. If I don’t, I’ll die.” Charlie said, “Are we dressing up?” They asked the other two as if the answer wasn’t obvious.

Genesis nodded enthusiastically, “F yeah if Y/n says yes.”

Three pairs of eyes hit you with the most heart wrenching puppy dog stare known to man. You could hear the iconic ASPCA commercial playing in the imaginary background.

First, they humiliate you then turn around and beg you for something. Kids these days… How could you say no?

There was just one teeny tiny problem. “Who is buying y’all tickets to her concert? Those things are expensive.” You should know. You checked.

“Don’t worry, I know a guy.” Gen said. You tried to brush off the illegal energy that one sentence carried.

“Okay…. I have no problem with you all going. You’ll need a chaperone though.”

Fallen Angel concerts got crazy real fast, and you couldn’t forget the many bomb threats she had at past shows. Danger seemed to be attracted to the rising popstar..

However, you should have seen the trap laid out for you.

“Oh, my dad’s coming. He knows the guy who’ll get us the tickets.” Gen eyed your daughter who filled in the gaps like they rehearsed this speech beforehand.

“Yeah mom! You and Mr. Myers can chaperone us! Boom that’s decided. NOW… are you thinking what I’m thinking, Charlie?”

They were already manifesting the outfits. With a snap of their fingers, it was decided. “All white. Camp. Oozing sex. Period!!”

Your mouth flopped like a fish. Never mind their dress code ideas. You and Frost? Together? Chaperoning??!? “Now hold on a minute!”

You hate being a parent sometimes. Because you couldn’t back out of things just for the sake of your feelings.

Your daughter, Genesis, and Charlie were all glammed up in pure white, jumping in a circle as they stood inside the concert venue. You couldn’t back out and break her heart. Then you’d be declared the worst mom ever.

Too much time and energy was put into this.

You weren’t excluded from the glam squad. They dressed you up in all white too, but more sluttier, their words not yours, to ‘entice your future mannnnn.’

It was working. Frost took one look at you when he arrived and froze like a computer screen. He thought Monday’s at drop off was a blessing. You wearing.. that should be considered illegal.

The trio of girls vanished to redeem their mysteriously acquired tickets, leaving you and Frost in the front lobby. They weren’t slick. This was a setup.

You rubbed your exposed arms and shifted in your platform heels as the awkward silence intensified. You felt confident, sexy even! Something you haven’t felt since becoming pregnant with d/n. But it was all going to waste standing next to a literal block of ice named Frost.

You watched other concert goers mill about in various stages of dress, and you saw how Frost took them all in. So his eyes worked. He just refused to look at you.

And you didn’t understand why!

You were offering up your body on a silver platter. If your daughter dared to wear a skirt this short, you’d kill her, but she encouraged you wear it. Threatened you if you wouldn’t!

The fabric fell impossibly high on your thighs and the rhinestone stockings you wore suddenly changed into rubies to give off a bloody effect down your legs. You would be remiss if you didn’t talk about the sinched corset they squeezed you into. Your body was an hourglass and from Frost’s imposing height, he got to see the deep valley of your breasts if he so much as turned his head.

Which is why he refused to look at you. The boys were already hootin’ and hollering in his earpiece about the ‘sexy bird’ they wanted to bang.

You should count yourself lucky that you couldn’t hear them.

Each dirty comment they made irked Frost’s soul, but he couldn’t do a thing about silencing them because he was thinking the exact. same. thoughts. You didn’t need a flashy getup; your natural beauty was enough to drive men insane.

The curve of your spine, the way you flicked your hair off your lithe shoulders. When you crossed your arms. Whyyyyy did you do that? The motion made your breasts look even more enticing in its tight confines.

The things he’d to do get his hands on them. Gods, it took everything within him not to jump you here and now. 

He already scoped out several potential spots to whisk you away to. No one would see or notice you gone. Curse his training for making things easy!

Frost scanned all escape routes for the twelfth time in a row—anything to avoid your presence by his side.

It was almost time for the concert to begin, and you were still waiting for Frost to acknowledge you. To speak, to tell you off.. anything! You didn’t want to get emotional and ruin the rhinestone makeup you wore, but c’mon?!

You felt stupid for thinking he liked you. Maybe finding his phone number in the pocket of his jacket was a mistake. It would explain why he ignored your text but it didn’t justify his actions.

He sat next to you on the porch. He called you cute. Baby! And the way he looked at you.

 Those deep brown eyes of his practically devoured you before his lips even could. But the most important factor. He almost kissed you. The regret of leaving was palpable when he gave you his jacket. He smirked at you for Pete’s sake!

Surely those were signs that he was interested, right? You weren’t insane yet the longer you stood by his side; your confidence withered. Maybe you were wrong.

He was just being flirty and that’s it. You wished you had his jacket to cover up with.

Sucking up the bitter taste of rejection was never easy. You nodded to yourself and heaved a sigh. Good thing you still had some white wine in the fridge, you needed it after tonight’s failure.

Hello darkness my old friend. You thought.

You heard the last call for ticket validation being made so you willed your feet to carry you towards the entrance—when a strong hand reached out and stopped you.

You glanced at the massive hand on your glittered arm and trailed your eyes up to frigid brown staring at you.

The nerve of him! Now he wanted to talk? “Excuse you?”

Frost couldn’t let you walk away. He was an idiot sure; words weren’t his strongest suit. But action? Now that he could do and very well might he add.

Without a word, he dragged you away from the event area and down a staff hallway.

No one dared to bat an eye at the bulky man walking around as if he owned the place. Poor little you was desperately trying to keep up in your platforms.

Key word: try. You made your protests known, all on deaf ears which made you madder.

He pressed on and before you knew it, tossed you inside a back room. You didn’t have time to gasp in shock. The door slammed shut and suddenly it was just you and Frost. Imposing. Cold. Immovable.

Nevertheless, you tried. “The concert is about to start. Move.” He barely flinched at your feeble attempt to brush past.

You stomped your foot, seething. “The girls are out there, unsupervised. Can you please move?”

“Someone is watching them.” Was his cryptic response.

Like that helped calm your parental nerves. This man really had you standing around for an hour in silence, begging for his attention, and he waits till the last minute to pull some mess?

Charlie was shy of turning seventeen but man were they wise. Stressing over a man? My, have you fallen.

You were about to give Frost all the pieces of your mind when he ducked down and captured your lips.

Oh, it was better than you imagined, and you thought about it a lot.

Frost kissed like a man starved. Depraved and wanting. He cradled your face and consumed your soul via your lips. You forsake air to accept the taste of Frost.

He corralled you backwards until your back collided with the wall with a thud. The contact drew a gasp from your lips and Frost wasted no time claiming it for himself.

You felt like a teenager again, sneaking around school to make out with your crush but this wasn’t second period. This was Frost. Tall, dominating, and undoubtedly a man.

A boy could never grab your thigh and secure it tightly around his hip. A boy could only dream of running his hands down your body and making your back arch in want.

Only a man could make you whimper when he pulled away from an Earth-shattering kiss.

Only a man could sounds so utterly wrecked from a kiss and yet so assertive with his demands.

“I want this. Not just your body, but you. Us. I’ll make it work. I just.. work with me, okay?” Frost grunted against your neck. He seared his devotion with each molten kiss and kneaded his desire deep into your bones.

You were gasping for air, dizzy off of promises you knew Frost could keep.

You knew he could take care of you. He would treat you right, better than any man ever could. All he needed was another chance. Another opportunity to prove himself worthy of your love.

You chanted yes yes yes in the same timeframe that it took Frost to tear a hole through your stockings. The gems scattered across the room like raindrops and you mewled at his touch between your legs.

He drank in your pretty face overwhelmed by pleasure. Finally, he was doing something right. That smirk of his was something criminal…

The crowd screaming in excitement signaled the beginning of the concert and it didn’t take long for Angel’s voice to come out over the speakers. None of that registered in your mind. You were right where you wanted to be.

Clinging to this handsome block of ice that already had you melting at the seams.

First up, Neo! I went with the shy reader at his club as the way they first encounter each other. 🔥

Up next, our beloved pretty boy Mac. He is a Borghese, a completely different tax bracket, so meeting him would be difficult. Nothing Chaos can’t create tho! 🤭

Last but not least, Frost! He was the most difficult to write for because would he even text in general? 🤔

Frost

You knew Frost was ex military. His dog tags sitting proudly on his chest, to his rigid personality and built physique; he confirmed his service in various ways. You never seen him in full solider mode before though.

And after last night, you kind of understood why he was so secretive about his past. It was downright scary.

Gotham is notorious for being a crime ridden city. You knew this and still boldly decided to go on a romantic stroll with Frost.

Because who in their right mind would mess with a guy like Frost?

You were laughing at something he said when you sensed someone behind you. Frost must've felt it too since he leaned down to whisper in your ear, "Stay close and keep walking."

You nodded and cursed yourself for carrying a designer handbag. Yeah, Frost knew how to fight, but it was still a magnet for robbers. The exact kind that now followed the two of you.

The stalking went on for a few more city blocks until a figure stepped out in front of Frost, blocking the way.

"Well... looky what we ‘ave here." One jeered. Five men had you and Frost surrounded in a small alleyway but your man stood firm.

“Nice purse, cutie. I wonder what’s inside?”

Frost merely blinked at the men in front of him. "You're in our way." He said.

"Aww what this? A knight in shining armor protectin' his broad?" Another mocked.

You huddled closer to Frost, hugging his bicep with every crass insult made. It was five against one plus the pressure to protect you, yet Frost was unfazed. Why did that terrify you more?

One of the goons pulled out a knife and ran at Frost who patiently waited for the guy to get close enough before he grabbed their arm, twisting it with a loud crack, and pushing them towards the next advancing goon.

They both toppled to the ground, leaving the other three to take matters into their own hands until they could get back up.

One guy tried to kick Frost and got their leg broken in the same sequence that Frost turned and snapped another advancing thug's neck. The fluent ease that Frost did it in had you gasping in horror and backing away.

The Frost in front of you was a killing machine on autopilot. You knew he killed before but you never seen Frost harm a fly around you. Tonight, he was a completely different person.

He didn't pause in his massacre and used the momentum to turn towards the remaining goons. They charged at the same time. One fell with a knife sticking out from their neck. The other got a bone crushing headbutt and stayed down for good this time.

You were hyperventilating yet you saw a goon come to his senses, draw a gun, and aim it at Frost.

"Frost, behind you!" your call out was unnecessary.

Frost already sensed the threat and seized control of the weapon, unloading the entire clip. A bullet for each goon who dared ruin his late night walk with you.

As if the broken neck, limbs, and stab wounds weren’t enough. Talk about overkill.

You knew you were shaking as you slid down the nearby wall to your knees, and the sound must've triggered Frost’s still active reflexes.

The threat wasn’t neutralized if there was movement. Eliminate the threat.

You jumped at the subsequent click the gun made as it failed to fire. The silence was deafening as reality caught up with you. Frost tried to..

Frost was the first to react. He wordlessly disassembled the gun as he approached your fearful form.

“We need to go. The police will arrive soon." Frost sighed when you flinched away from his touch.

Okay, he could understand that response. It didn’t stop his heart from crumbling into pieces though. He more than deserved it too.

This was a set back in the relationship for sure, but he was confident after you had some time to think, you could move past this teeny tiny mistake of his.

He got a bit carried away in the heat of things. He did not regret a single action taken, but turning a gun on you was NOT his intentions. This relationship was still fresh with room for potential if he did right by you.

You simply had to believe that Frost would never hurt you. You knew that… right? Right?

Mac

You could one hundred percent confess that dating The Borghese heir, Maximillion, was a once in a lifetime opportunity.  

Being with Mac was something straight out of a fairy tale. He was ever the gentleman, buying you anything you could desire while showering you with roses and kisses. Your new relationship was picture perfect! yet deep down you knew something wasn't right.  

Mac was handsome with his radiant smile and those clear blue eyes could make your brain melt... but they were merely distractions.

You noticed his gaze harden at times, and the peak of ink crawling up his arm whenever he rolled them up just a tad bit too high..

And his temper was unlike anything you ever seen!

One second he could be professing his undying love and the next, he was a ruthless Borghese doing anything to get his way.

Thankfully Mac had spared you from seeing that ugly side of him these first few months into the relationship.  

You were grateful to only witness his default playboy demeanor strictly focused on you.

Today you were at his private villa (outside of Gotham City limits) soaking up some quality time together. Mac playfully lowered grape after plump grape into your mouth as he basked in your beauty.  

Truly, he felt like the one who didn’t deserve you. He knew his family and past were a topic best left undisturbed, but you didn’t care about the prestige and pomp. You loved him for him, and it showed.  

Mac slowly introduced you into his personal life slowly but surely preparing you for the big reveal.

Yes, he still had ties with his family. Once a Borghese, always a Borghese; but that wasn’t the family he was particularly worried about. No. Mac knew you would run for the hills when you found out.. 

The shrill of his phone interrupted the quiet moment. You whined but knew it was important by how Mac held up his index finger. Business call.  

He always took them no matter the time. You knew your new beau was successful. Family business, prodigy son, heir to it all... you could go on for hours with all the responsibilities that weighed on Mac’s slender shoulders.  

You didn’t expect Mac’s mood to sour only a few minutes into the call. He glanced at you before transitioning into his native tongue. And it didn’t take Google translate to know he was angry.  

You barely picked up ‘bring them home’ over the curse words and threats. Your studies of Italian to surprise Mac were slow going but practical. Mac’s business call would be ending the peaceful day you two were having.  

Mac spat an order into his phone before standing up and raking a hand through his golden hair. He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes—a clear signs of his irritation. More foreign words escaped his lips before he focused his attention on you. 

“Ah, forgive me sweetheart but it seems I have some... business to attend to.” He adopted a picture perfect smile as he helped you off the lounge chair.

“Why don’t you head inside and take an afternoon nap? Once I’m done, we can head out for a lovely dinner. Yes?” 

As if he gave you a choice. Mac ushered you back inside his abode and towards a guest room far far away from the common area. It was obvious that Mac didn’t want you to see whoever was coming over. 

It hurt that he still didn’t trust you around his family, but you still allowed him to tuck you into the daybed with a blanket thrown over your legs.

He kissed your forehead, lingering a touch longer than usual. “Rest well, sweetheart.” 

And then he left.  

Rest. You really did try to but curiosity out won Mac’s orders.

The room was quiet but so was the entire house. Various lights were on, yet your lover was nowhere to be found. You walked down the open-air hallways trying to find some sign of life and stumbled upon something greater. 

It sounded like muffled grunts coming from the basement and with it, your heart plummeted. Was Mac cheating this early on? He was a famous playboy—of course he was.  

You snuck to the cracked door and peered inside. You weren’t expecting to see Mac towering over a guy seated in a chair.  

“You think you can mess with my Boss and get off free? Never mess with Joker’s money!”

Mac grabbed ahold of the man's hair and repeatedly bashed his head into the table. He didn’t stop even as blood splattered onto his handsome face or when you audibly gasped at the horrific sight.  

Mac’s crystal blue eyes snapped to yours hiding in the doorway as he smiled.

Not his dazzling dental sponsored smile, or his corporate boardroom I hate every minute of this smile. No, this one was sinister—terrifying and rightfully so when he called out to you affectionately.  

“Sweetheart, you’re awake! Give me a moment to clean up this... mess, and we can head to dinner. We have much to discuss.”

Neo

Just about everyone warned you about Neo.  

Nothing good would come from being associated with him, nevertheless you persisted. You declared yourself colorblind and ignored the blood red flags dripping from the man.

Even Neo flat out warned you, “Don’t get too attached, Ma. I ain’t bout that long term s__t.” And that was okay.  

All you wanted was a good time for as long as it lasted. You could cope with never being anything to the infamous Casanova. Neo had a reputation, and no one (not even you) would change that. 

So you willed your heart to behave and under no circumstances get attached. You never asked for more than what he gave and always left whenever your company was no longer welcome.

Neo was happy that you understood your role and he treated you the same as he would any of his flings on rotation.  

Sadly, you unknowingly became a target. Neo’s enemies noticed how he prioritized most of his time with you, how you got all the perks at his clubs, and how you reciprocated the club owner’s feelings well past the limitations of a side piece.  

It was mostly Neo’s fault.

He found it impossible to stay away from you. Not when so many of your attributes had him wanting more. Perhaps your beauty? Your nonchalant attitude towards his bachelor lifestyle, or maybe because you had a smart mouth that kept him in line. God, that mouth of yours…

Neo was sprung yet he knew the consequences of getting too attached.

Any of his enemies could put a bullet through you to get at him, and the thought of you dead because he wasn’t careful, scared him.  

Keeping you at arms distance kept you alive. He’d been doing this for years, yet it didn’t prepare him for the sickening feeling when you didn’t answer your phone.

So Neo called again. And again. And again, until he cursed and drove over to your place to check on you. He hoped he was just overeating. 

Did someone see him dropping you off at work and kissing you goodbye? Or notice you staying over his place for the third weekend in a row? Was he lax in his discretion? He was too eager with this couple stuff and forgot about your safety.

The relationship was still fresh, however Neo knew almost everything about you. It was a habit of being a mercenary.

Learning everything about a person of interest was the key to a successful kill, and Neo knew during this time of day, you were at home either reading or catching up on house chores.  

You should have answered the phone and blessed him with that sweet voice of yours. He loved hearing you speak.

“Neo.. I’m not telling you what I’m wearing.”

“Please drive safe bab—I mean.. drive safely loser.”

He’d let that endearment slide. You were the only one who cared about his wellbeing. He couldn’t live with himself if you were hurt. Who would fill the silence during his long stakeouts?  

Who would show him there’s more to life than shooting targets and getting paid? Ugh he needed you in his life. Not just as a meaningless fling, but as his one and only.  

Neo took the stairs two at a time as he dug out the key he secretly made for your place.  

His heart fell when he entered your place that clearly showed signed of a struggle. He stepped over crunched glass and followed the scene—mapping out what happened, exactly how he would do it.  

Neo would have attacked a target at their most vulnerable. Today was Monday. The laundry room.

The dryer door was still open with clothes tossed all over where you threw the basket in self-defense. Neo knew you put up a good fight despite this being an ambush.  

You didn’t know that Neo worked for The Joker. You didn’t know that Neo killed for a living.

He made sure you only knew about his nightclubs and his side hustle as a drug dealer. That was tame compared to the work Joker had him do daily and now you were caught in the middle of it.

This would all be a huge shock to you and definitely not how Neo wanted to reveal his occupation to you.  

Nothing like hearing, ‘hey your dick appointment is a known hitman who got you kidnapped! Oh, and he loves you btw.’

He was never beating those allegations.. Neo knew whoever took you would reach out and taunt him. He didn’t have to wait long. 

Bring 5 mil to The Last Resort @ 10pm or she dies

At least they knew your value. Five million for his girl! Neo was proud to make a same day withdrawal to get you back. Too bad your capturers would never see a dime of it. 

Neo came to a conclusion right then and there. If he was this hellbent on getting you back safe and sound—he might as well make things official. You more than earned the title as his girlfriend tonight.  

Neo would enjoy putting a bullet through each of their skulls for the chance you might accept him as your boyfriend. He’d kill them all as a token of his love.

You and Frost have been together for a couple of months and the boys already have a bet going.

“A band it’s another girl.” Neo says with confidence.

Mac rolls his eyes and doubles up the cash, “Nah. I’m going for a boy.” He looks at Frost who walked into the room. “On second thought, $3K it’s twins.”

Frost wants to bash their heads into the wall but you think it’s sweet.

The loyal three are so close that this is their way of supporting your future baby relationship with Frost.

Nevermind the fact it’s still early in the relationship. (and that you’re on birth control) You stopped taking it the first time Frost rearranged your guts and didn’t pull out. The man is convinced that you’re the one so he doesn’t see the problem in filling you up.

He’s already a certified dad, what’s the harm in another kid? 👀

When you and Frost reach your six month anniversary, Neo pulls him aside with a gift bag. Inside are condoms and Frost is so clueless.

"What are they?" The room goes quiet.

Neo looks like he's seen a ghost. It all makes sense. "Jesus Christ, man, are you trying to repopulate the earth on your own or somethin'? You do know what condoms are, old man?"

"I thought they were issued items for soldiers in the war?" Mac adds. He gets a box of condoms thrown at his face for the snarky comment.

How old do they think Frost is?