#i know you didn't ask for all of this but oh well

[adieutristana]

Well, reader and Jinx matching rings (maybe even wedding rings), and when Caitlin shoots Jinx's finger, she destroys this ring. Jinx’s honest reaction?

of course! thank you for the request <3

i decided to make them promise rings since she lost her middle finger. i hope that’s alright!

summary; jinx’s promise ring being destroyed, and fem!reader comforting her after the fact.

characters included; jinx

tags/warnings; fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of war/combat, mentions of poor mental health, medical talk ig? (patching up), s2 spoilers

men dni.

you’re sat in jinx’s hideout watching her tinker away with… something. a new type of explosive she’s experimenting with, she says. something that only requires one hexcrystal instead of two or three, since she can’t keep using so many. she’s unceremoniously hunched over the workbench, goggles over her eyes as she messes with the piece of scrap metal in her hand.

“having fun?”

you ask, sitting back in the chair she got you.

“mm… this is more difficult than i thought it would be. who knew this could be so challenging? but i like a challenge.”

she smirks to herself, not taking her eyes off of her project.

“well, you’ve never let ‘difficult’ stop you. you’re a right genius.”

“oh, stop. you’re biased!”

she teases, but she’s got the lightest rouge dusting her cheeks. got her. your gaze continues to follow your girlfriend, the way she moves so freely and carelessly. getting her face impossibly close to power tools, using her nails to clean up dirt, teeth capturing her bottom lip when she’s particularly stumped.

“alright! that’s enough for right now.”

she proclaims, standing up and placing her hands on her hips.

“already?” it couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes since you asked her how she was doing.

“yeah! besides, i’ve got something for ‘ya.”

jinx springs up from her seat and skitters over to yours, quickly turning it around. you hear cheerful humming from behind you as she shuffles through piles of belongings, clearly looking for something.

"a-ha!"

she spins you back around, both hands on your seat and quickly rises. she's got something clasped in her left hand, but won't reveal it, not yet.

"what's that?"

"you have to be patient, toots! i've got a speech prepared, don't distract me!"

a speech? jinx never gave speeches. was she breaking up with you? so many thoughts began swirling through your mind as your palms began to sweat, gripping the chair- and then jinx revealed what she was hiding. a wooden box. a... ring box?

"isn't it a little soon to be getting engaged, jinx?"

you chuckle dryly, looking up at your girlfriend. she playfully rolls her eyes, and shakes her head, blue bang swaying.

"yes it is, that's why we're not getting engaged."

she clears her throat.

"not yet."

she turns her attention back to the box, and she opens it. inside lays a thick silver ring, with a circular blue gem in the middle. it looked eerily similar to a hexcrystal- but carved into a gemstone. 'JINX' is shakily engraved on the inside, something she undoubtedly did herself.

"this is a promise ring. i've been working on it for a while, and well... it's kind of stupid." she looks off to the side, sheepishly. "but this is me promising myself to you. to show you that i'm serious about this, ya know?"

you look over the ring for a moment, taking it in for all that it is. it's obviously unprofessional, the metal is a bit dull, and the shape isn't precise. but god dammit if it isn't the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. you glance back to your girlfriend, noticing her observing you- likely for any signs of disapproval. poor girl. as much as jinx had improved since meeting you, she still had the habit of expecting the worst. you didn't think that part would ever go away.

"jinx, it's beautiful. i- you made this?"

you ask, your eyes flickering back to the ring she's holding out. noticing how her grip is becoming a bit less stable.

"with my own two hands."

you chuckle, giving her a little grin.

"well? come on, put it on."

jinx doesn't need to be told twice. she gently takes hold of your left hand, removing the ring from the box and slowly slipping it onto your finger.

"there! it's on your middle finger, so your ring finger is open for the real thing."

not an ‘i do,’ but an ‘i will.’

you hold your hand up to the light, admiring how the ring catches it, before leaning forward to press a flurry of kisses to jinx's face.

"ah- hey! stop, you goof!"

she laughs, arms coming to wrap around you as a fit of giggles erupts from her.

"nope! i get to do this!"

it's not a week later when you arrive to jinx's hideout with a promise ring of your own to give her. a thick gold band to contrast the silver jinx had given you, with a rose quartz to accompany your own hexcrystal. pink and blue… she had a theme going, didn't she?

it wasn't handmade, but held the same sentimental value. you weren't as handy as jinx, and you'd learned to accept that a while ago. you had strengths in other areas, one of them being finding perfect gifts. it didn't take you long to find a jeweler in piltover who had exactly what you needed.

"oh, my god- you didn't have to do this."

she gasps, rosy eyes blown wide. both hands are on her cheeks as jinx gently approaches the open box in your hand.

"you promised yourself to me, didn't you? this is my promise to you."

jinx lets you put the ring onto her own left middle finger, her eyes never leaving your face. watching you so intently, she can feel her heart fluttering in her chest. what did she do to deserve you exactly? she could never quite figure it out, but that doesn't matter right now. you glance back up at her, a little smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

"i… you're too good to me, toots. really."

"i am not. i love you, remember?"

"mm… i love you too. i still think you're too good to me, though."

you let out a low chuckle.

"c'mere."

you bring the girl into your arms, tilting her chin with your index finger to gently bring her closer to you. pressing your lips to hers in a slow, gentle kiss.

oh- and of course, your name is engraved on the inside of the ring.

✧.*

you're posted at your girlfriend's hideout, going over notes in preparation for an exam. it's nerve wracking, sure, but the odd tranquility of jinx's desk is useful in its own way.

jinx swings open the door to the hideout, and as soon as she steps onto the panel of the wind turbine supporting her hideout, you can tell she's in hysterics.

the girl is wailing. she's pacing back and forth, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. but most importantly, her hand is gushing blood. you immediately drop your notes, papers scattering across the desk to rush over to your girlfriend.

"jinx? jinx?! what the hell happened, oh my god..."

you kneel down in front of jinx, taking her hand to examine it. her middle left finger is completely gone, blood rushing out from the wound. it seems to be a clean cut, at least, you won't have to deal with any extra bits to clean up.

"the ring, the ring, it's gone-"

she sobs, a hiccup following and her free hand clenching into a fist at her side. you gasp, looking up at jinx, then back down at her finger.

"jinx, seriously? you just lost your finger and you're worried about a damn ring?!"

you breathe out, exasperation and worry weighing heavy on your voice.

"the ring is important! it's- it's our promise!"

she cries, hanging her head low. jinx is so ashamed, it hurts your heart to see. you let go of her hand and frantically sweep along her workbench for anything. you knew you had a first aid kit somewhere, you'd gotten it after seeing jinx patch herself up in a way that would make any doctor shiver. but god damn it, where was it?

there.

you quickly swipe the kit and a bottle of peroxide from her workbench, rushing back over to jinx. you take one of her wrists and quickly guide her over to her beaten-up couch.

"sit."

"but-"

"sit."

jinx huffs and sits down on the couch, you sitting down beside her. you open the kit and bottle, pouring peroxide onto a cotton square and taking her hand into your lap.

"this is going to sting. a lot."

jinx winces at just the thought, but nods slowly. keeping her eyes on what you're doing-

"agh- fuck!"

she yelps, tossing her head back as you press the square to the wound, holding it there to both disinfect and stop the bleeding.

"i'm sorry, baby, it'll be over soon. i just need to stop the bleeding."

you coo, trying to do anything in your power to calm her down. yet it's obvious the injury itself isn't what she's upset about.

"that- that fucker vi is with shot it off, she shot the ring off..."

jinx seethes through gritted teeth, trying to keep her composure as you hold the peroxide to her wound. ah.. that makes sense. caitlyn was never fond of jinx, especially after the stunt she pulled with the council room. part of you was simply grateful that she didn't just take jinx out, as much as you knew she was probably trying to.

jinx was always putting herself in so much danger, both for the sake of necessity and the fact her ego was just so damn inflated. she said it herself- she just can't seem to die. but she got impossibly close way more than you would've liked her to.

you take out a roll of gauze and begin to wrap it around her hand, the wound being in the center of it all. it's far from professional, but this will have to do until you can get her proper medical attention. which you were trying to avoid talking about, since jinx was the last person to ever admit she needed help.

"jinx, i'm just happy that you're alive. i don't care about the ring right now. what if she had shot you somewhere more... vital?"

"then i would've gotten to keep the ring."

god damn it. she could not be serious right now. you finish wrapping her hand, bleeding having come to a halt and wound disinfected. you'd grab some painkillers in a moment. you quickly take both of her cheeks in your hands, forcing her to look you directly in the eye. the cold metal of your own ring against soft skin.

"jinx. again, i'm happy that you're here, and you're alive, and losing your finger was the worst thing that happened. i will get you a new ring, first thing tomorrow. okay?"

she sighs, her lips coming into a slight pout. at the very least, she's not crying anymore.

"but..."

you press your index finger to her lips, shushing her.

"no. just because you don't have the ring anymore doesn't mean the promise went out the window, okay?" you whisper, brushing your lips against her forehead. "i still love you, and still have promised myself to you. that won't change.

jinx closes her eyes, and leans into your kiss. she seems to have finally resigned, and is snaking her arms around your waist.

"i just- i love you so much..."

"i know, baby. i love you too, which is why i'll get you a new ring. a better one, even."

your hand still cupping her face, you lean in to press a chaste kiss to her lips.

"just stay here, with me. you've had a hell of a day."

[athenajbrooks]

Here's one from Lucioden the Warbringer's POV:

"AITA for trying to liberate my home country from a pathological liar and murderer?

My (26M) former friend Abrahath's (26M) dad is the leader of the new country his father founded, Aldea. He announced his retirement and decided to set up a new system of government and place whoever the people wanted as the first king. Abrahath and I were both candidates. Abrahath had always been a bit of a prideful prick, so he assumed he wasn't going to have competition. He complained, I told him to be a good sport about it, and I thought that was the end of it.

Then one night, I saw him leaving his house with his dad, who looked to be not in the best of health. Sure, the guy was old, but something about it didn't seem right to me, so I followed them. I watched Abrahath toss his own father to a pack of demons outside of town.

I was outraged. I confronted him the next morning. Two days later, my beloved wife went missing. My precious, darling Muen was never seen again. It broke me.

This time, I made sure to confront him at midday in front of the city hall so I had an audience and told them everything.

Now, here's the problem: Abrahath was a prideful prick, but he was also really good at putting on a show. His whole life was a string of good deeds done solely to bask in praise. Only I knew him well enough to know it was just an act. He spun a convincing cover story. Most of the people sided with him. They called me power-hungry and exiled me.

Now, let me reiterate: I did not murder my own father and cover it up. I did not create a spell to turn innocent people into demons and punish my enemies with it--because, oh yes, that's what he's doing now, so I hear. You know who did all that? Abrahath. And yet, somehow I'm the bad guy here?! Somehow Abrahath is more suited for the throne than me?! Give me a break.

I don't hate the people for that. They'd been manipulated and brainwashed, which isn't their fault. In fact, I decided that since I knew the truth, it was my responsibility to break the spell, so to speak. So, I traveled up north, started my own settlement, and...well, I'm thinking of preparing for war, because what else am I to do? An evil king isn't just going to sit down for a heart-to-heart and give up the power he killed for.

So, I ask, AITA for trying to take over Aldea?"

One of the comments would be: "This is BS. I was there. Sotalbin sacrificed himself willingly to keep Aldea safe. As for OP's wife, there's absolutely zero proof Abrahath killed her. Also, OP forgot to mention he made a pact with the demons recently to help him kill as many people as possible."

To which Lucioden would respond, "I know what I saw. As for the pact, my friend Xijikh pressured me into that decision. I was not in a good place at the time, and he took advantage of it."

if you're trying to get into the head of your story's antagonist, try writing an "Am I the Asshole" reddit post from their perspective, explaining their problems and their plans for solving them. Let the voice and logic come through.

[bunny-jpeg]

hi bunny, just got broken up with so anything to fix a broken heart would be amazing but highly need Lando Norris to be the situation.

Maybe best friends to lovers, kinky kinky good shit

heartbreak heaven

lando norris

tags: smut & fluff, friends-to-lovers, jealousy, sweet talk, break ups

a/n: i'm so sorry about that anon! break-ups are always the hardest, but i promise it does get a lot better! i hope you love this fic and maybe it soothes some of the ache from the heartbreak! i gave it a mix of romantic, fluffy, smutty goodness! - word of advice: chocolate is a great medicine for a heartbreak!

"that's crazy! i can't believe he did that." lando said as he leaned over and grabbed another tissue from the box on the coffee table, "we should kill him."

you looked at him, unamused as you took the tissue from him, "not funny, lando." you remarked as you wiped your eyes, "i can't believe he did that. he just up and left, he said that he could do it anymore. do what? am i that bad of a catch?" you huffed as you balled up the tissue, "stupid prick."

"ah well, his loss." he remarked. he was comfortable next to you on the couch with his arm draped over the back of it, "you'll get 'em next time, tiger."

you leaned up against him and exhaled deeply, "thanks, lando. nice to have a friend like you." then let out a small chuckle.

lando let you lay up against him and threw an arm around you. he sighed, "yeah... friend."

you had known lando for a while, since the karting days. your older brother was a racer, and while he didn't make it pro, you still remained closed to lando. you two were the same age and it was a a simple friendship. except lando didn't see it that way, when he was younger he never thought about happily ever afters and marriage. but, when you were around, even when you cheered on your brother, lando thought about you being mrs. norris. but time wasn't kind to him and after what felt like a dozen boyfriends, you were once again in lando's arms with tears in your eyes.

"you can do better." he said lowly, "so much better, you have no idea." he leaned in a little closer, his arm snaked around you, "how about someone who knows what the hell they're doing. to make you feel special, to please you."

"like oscar?" you asked a little oblivious.

lando sighed before he looked you in the eyes, "no... like me." before he captured your lips in his and wrapped both arms around you shoulders.

when he pulled away, he looked at you once more. and you stared back at him with shocker, "what!?" you asked and he felt heat in his cheeks.

"i can explain-"

you pulled him in for a tight kiss once more before you held onto his shoulders tightly. you felt the excitement through both of your bodies, he pressed his forehead up against yours with his eyes closed before he asked, "bedroom?"

lando know the layout of your flat like the back of his hand. he took you by the hand and led you towards your bedroom. he flicked on the lights and you led him further into your domain. the white rug, the string lights, the soft bed with the stuffed animals on it, which included a stuffed dog that he picked up for you while overseas.

"you look good you know, even with all your runny make up." he joked, "in order to really love a girl you gotta see her in her most comfortable." it didn't help that you were in sleeping shorts and a mclaren t-shirt (another gift from lando). and then started to get his t-shirt off. you did the same to your own shirt, lando eyed the shape of your body under the t-shirt.

you looked away for a moment and asked, "does it look bad?"

lando shook his head, "oh, no way. you look.... beautiful. what the fuck were these guys thinking? obviously a waste of a beautiful woman." his hands went to the belt on his black jeans, "i have a theory, that when a guy sees a woman as beautiful as you. they get intimidated. scared little boys." he chuckled.

"because you were always scared to ask me out?"

lando nodded, "yeah, but... i can't help myself anymore. if i see you with one more guy, i'm going to crash my car into them... i want you." he practically fell to his knees in front of you while you sat on the bed. he placed a large hand on your thigh, "i can't take it anymore, i want you. i need you. i want to be with you."

you took him by the face and gazed into his beautiful eyes. you ran your thumb across his bottom lip and nodded, "then after this.. you show me all the other ways a proper man should treat a woman."

lando took you by the hand and pushed your wrist up against his face, he exhaled deeply and said, "of course... every way i can."

you both were soon up by the pillows, lando's large hands on you as he held onto your shoulders to kiss you. the kiss was heavy, near bruising on your lips. the bed shifted under the both of you as you stripped of your clothes. you were left bare for lando as he felt up your skin.

he took in the sight of you, enough distance to admire your face and body, you looked heavenly, like a divine being. laid out on the soft covers of your bed. the male species must be a bunch of goddamn idiots. he laid you out on the bed, he admired your beauty as he felt you up. he swallowed and said, "beautiful, you know that right? beauty beyond words." then laughed a little as he captured your lips with his once more.

"please, lando." you reached over into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a condom, "no ifs, ands, or buts." and lando took it happily. it was quite erotic seeing lando put on a condom. it arose something in you, you couldn't quite put into words. and then when he was back between your legs once more. you smiled up at him and said, "you look good with one on."

"better safe than sorry." he remarked, "now, relax... i've been waiting for this for a long, long time." his childhood friend, his first crush, was now under him on her bed all spread out and perfect for him. one hand on his cock and another on your hip, he slowly sank into you and felt a shudder through his body. it felt hot, very hot.

"how does it feel?" you asked, for a moment you were self conscious. you knew that lando could have any woman he wanted, there were tons of grid bunnies, models and beyond who would die for a piece of lando. it made you feel a little self conscious in yourself.

"how does it feel? it feels amazing, fuck. you feel as good as you look. holy shit." he chuckled softly, "you have no idea what you do to me. all the times i thought about you. yearned for you. the longest crush i've ever had." he said as he held your hips and continued to move against you.

"no need to flatter me, lando. you already have me." then yelped when lando hiked your hips up a little bit.

lando chuckled as he moved against you faster, "i love when you say that, how that sounds on your tongue. your sweet voice telling me that i have you. but call me greedy, beautiful, because i want all of you." his pace quickened and he leaned in further towards you.

"fuck, lando." you groaned. you wondered where he learned those words. you felt the shudder through you as the pleasure continued to course through you, the patter of your heart grew as he continued to love you.

"that's it, angel. that's it." he groaned as he rutted against you, "jesus christ, you're beautiful. you have no idea what you do to me. fuck, i could name all the times i saw you and my jaw dropped."

"flirt." you moaned.

"only for you, angel." he said as he continued to move, his pace was rather feverish the more he needed you. you held onto his shoulders and he loved the feeling of your nails in his tanned shoulders. it only made him yearn for you more as he rutted against you. he could feel the heat in his cheeks and the pleasure cloud his thoughts.

it was hard to think of much else when he was buried in his sweet cunt. your cunt made him wild as he moved. he wanted more, no, he needed more. more of you, more of his first and only crush. no matter how many trophies he won, to have you in his arms was worth more than that.

he kissed you once more, and you held his face. you tried to meet his pace as his cock worked inside of you. it was hot between you two, you could feel the heat at your temples as you kept your legs up to keep him fucking you.

you tensed up at the feeling, at his words. when he pulled away from the kiss, you two gazed at one another. you didn't think that you'd ever be with lando, but there he was. he gazed at you with a heated want as the two of you continued to move against one another. it felt electric, hot in a way that made your core swirl.

he was erotic, painfully hot. you felt the pleasure grow in your body. it was something else, a totally different feeling. you groaned, "fucking hell, lando."

lando beamed down at you and continued to fuck you. the kisses continued soon after and he felt the fire in his gut from the want from you. you were beyond perfect, he knew that. the way your pussy took him left him hungry for more.

"you're amazing." he said lowly, "so perfect."

"not as perfect as you." you said as you kissed him on the cheek, your hands in his hair as the two of you fucked against one another with a heated passion. the fire between the both of you as you two rutted against one another.

the pleasure only bloomed in your gut as he moved against you and you moved against him. you moved together in a sort of harmony. a perfect pace of one another as the pleasure moved through both of you. it felt like heaven and it made your toes curl at the feeling.

it didn't take much longer before you held onto him and came around his cock. your cutn clenched around his cock and he rutted against you further. the two of you moved against one another heavily. the pleasure only crashed over you, and then soon after it crashed over him and he came inside of the condom. he groaned into your shoulder as he finished. you held onto him closely and the two of you continued to move against one another.

he groaned against your skin and felt the fire in his soul. it felt amazing, and as he slowed to a stop. he admired you. he saw the expression on your face and your features, the same features he loved growing up. the two of you kissed one another before lando laid in bed beside of you. he held your face when he kissed you again.

you giggled against him then pulled away. you two looked at one another and you wrapped an arm around him. you asked, "how was that?"

"oh perfect." he chuckled as he held your face, "beyond perfect." he looked at you closely and felt a sense of relief in his body. he kissed you once more then said, "i want you for the rest of my life."

and who were you say no? <3

[ellecdc]

hi!! i recently discovered your blog and i'm afraid you've singlehandedly brought back my harry potter hyperfixation. i didn't even know moonwater/darksun wasn't a thing until your posts ... i've been so out of loop

i was wondering if you could write about moonwater and a reader who's too nice for her own good. regulus being in a secret relationship with reader and remus, seeing reader being bullied and trying to teach her how to be scary or fight back but she's too adorable for it. so he just says fuck it and hard launches their relationship by walking her everywhere to scare away her bullies himself

such a cute prompt - thank you for your request! I hope I did it justice <3

poly!moonwater x whimsical!reader who's too sweet for her own good [1.1k words]

CW: fem!reader, reader is from Ravenclaw, her housemates are sort of bullying her, the boys are protective, Regulus threatens pain and torture, hard launching an up-until-then private relationship, fluff

“Dovie,” Remus cooed in that way that Regulus could tell he was sort of trying to be chiding but really couldn’t bring himself to be as stern as he wanted to be, “where is your scarf?”

You paused in shucking off your robes to look down at your scarfless frame as though you’d only just realised it was missing. “Oh, well, it wasn’t on the coat rack that I normally leave it on when I was getting ready for class this morning.” You explained breezily. “So I just left without it.” 

“Do you have any idea where it could be?” Regulus asked carefully as he fought against the protective ire threatening to bubble over; daring to draw closer to you in the privacy of one of the study rooms that the three of you often secluded yourselves in. 

The relationship was new - not tentative, yet delicate - and Regulus wasn’t exactly ready to welcome the attention that being a Black and a Slytherin could draw to what he deemed to be quite precious. 

“No, but it has the habit of showing up in the most peculiar places.” You replied, ever present smile adorning your face as Remus and Regulus shared a sympathetic and concerned gaze over your head, respectively. 

“Like where, amour?” Regulus pressed. 

Your lips pursed as you considered him. “One time it was hanging from the rafters in the great hall; that was very tricky to get down. Oh! And another time, it was wrapped in a bow around a pot of venomous tentacula; very cute, but the plant did nip at me when I tried to retrieve it.” 

“Sweetheart,” Remus cooed again as he sat forward in his chair, clearly feeling very sorry on your behalf, “who keeps doing that?”

Your brows furrowed at Remus’ obvious displeasure. “Well, I’m sure it’s probably my housemates? They have easy enough access to my things.”

“Things?” Regulus interjected. “Plural? They do this to your other stuff too?”

“Oh, all the time.” You agreed simply. 

“And you let them?” He continued, earning him a reproachful “Regulus…” from Remus. 

“Well,” you offered with a shrug of your shoulders, “they seem to have fun doing it.” 

“No, absolutely not.” Regulus declared as he stood. “Amour, stand up, we’re putting an end to this.”

“An end to this?” You asked curiously, though you stood as Regulus directed you to, allowing him to position you in the middle of the room. 

“Pretend I’m your roommates.” He instructed, fixing his robes and standing straighter as he ignored Remus’ snort of laughter who simply watched with intrigue. “Tell me to keep my filthy fucking hands off of your godsdamned things.” 

You pulled your lips in between your teeth as you looked at Remus nervously. “Erm…could, well, could you please keep your…filthy fucking hands off of my things…please?” 

“Amour,” Regulus chastised, “stop saying please. Don’t say please.”

“Well, it’s just that it’s a little rude, Regulus.” You explained as though Regulus might not have known. 

“I know it’s rude, amour. That’s what happens when people steal your things, yeah?”

“They’re not stealing my things.” You argued. “They…borrow them; I get them back eventually.”

“Yeah? Remus, do you often have to fight venomous tentacula’s for your things?”

“Not once.” Remus answered quickly, keeping his interested gaze on you.

“No? Why’s that?” 

Remus shrugged. “I’d probably be very rude to them if anyone tried to steal my things.” 

“You’re not rude, Remus.” You insisted, causing Remus’ teasing smile to soften to near painful levels. Regulus thought it was disgusting adorable. 

“I’m not rude to you, dovie. But you also don’t steal my things or play mean pranks on me.”

Your face fell somewhere between bemused and crestfallen. “You think they’re being mean to me?”

A pained sound actually emanated from the back of Remus’ throat.

“Well…I don’t think they’re being very nice to you, mon cœur.” Regulus offered softly, shooting a grimace over at Remus. 

“Well…why would I want to be rude like them, then?” You asked honestly, and Salazar’s saggy balls, if Regulus didn’t completely agree with you.

“You know what, amour? You’re absolutely right.” He agreed; lips threatening to turn up at the corners at your relieved smile. 

“Well, hang on.” Remus started. “What are we going to do about her things?” 

“Salazar help me, if you don’t tell me where the fuck you’ve put her scarf I will have you chained to the bottom of the Black Lake so godsdamned fast, Merlin himself won’t be able to help you.” Regulus hissed, one hand fisting the collar of a beady-eyed Ravenclaw and one hand shoving the tip of his wand into the bloke's jugular. 

“It-it’s hanging in the Hippogriff pen!” He offered quickly, struggling in Regulus’ grip. 

“Good lad.” Remus offered patronisingly from behind Regulus. “Now go get it for her.” 

Regulus released his hold on the bloke's collar the second he nodded, and the Ravenclaw couldn’t have taken off towards the Beast's classroom faster if he had tried. 

“Anyone else have any of Y/N’s things they’d like to cough up before we come looking for them?” Remus asked jovially, smiling at the cautious crowd that had formed when they heard Regulus Black and Remus Lupin of all people were on a warpath. 

“Uhm,” a witch squeaked as she stepped towards you, keeping her nervous eyes pointed at your boyfriends, “sorry, L/N…I, erm, I seem to have come across your History of Magic textbook.”

You smiled as though she was handing you a gift. “Thank you, Clarissa; I kept getting detention for showing up to class without it.”

Regulus was sure Remus could actually hear Regulus’ teeth clench from his place beside him, but Remus simply placed a placating hand on his elbow. 

“If I so much as see you even looking at her things again, Clarissa-” 

“You won’t!” Clarissa yelped, interrupting the end of Regulus’ threat before taking off down the hallway. 

“Do you have all of your things now, dove?” Remus asked after you, watching you look down at the book in your hands.

“Almost, but I’m sure the rest of my things will start showing up now.” You responded happily. Remus nodded in agreement, Regulus narrowed his eyes at the surrounding crowd as if threatening ‘they better’. 

The relationship was new - not tentative, yet delicate - and Regulus hadn’t been quite ready to welcome the attention that being a Black and a Slytherin could draw to what he deemed to be quite precious. 

But if welcoming the attention that being a Black and a Slytherin could draw is what it took to keep you happy and safe, well, he was more than willing to pull out all the stops for his sweet and too-pure-for-her-own-good girlfriend.

[seanminfl]

The video call connected, and there he was, my uncle Jake, standing in the middle of an empty living room, a mischievous grin on his face. "Hey, kiddo," he said, flexing his biceps, "Check out my new place. What do you think?"

I chuckled, "It's great, Jake. But shouldn't you be wearing more than just boxers?"

He looked down at his attire, a pair of boxers that left little to the imagination. His hard cock bounced as he moved. "Oh, this? I was just... unpacking," he lied, winking at me.

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. Jake had always had this effect on me, ever since I was a teenager. Now, at 22, I was all grown up, but my feelings for him remained the same. "Well, be careful, uncle perv," I teased.

"Always am, kid," he replied, his voice dropping an octave. "So, when are you coming over to help me... settle in?"

I felt a shiver run down my spine at the innuendo in his voice. "I'll see what I can do," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

The next day, I found myself standing in Jake's new living room, a six-pack of beer in my hand. He answered the door, still shirtless, his muscles glistening with sweat. "Right on time," he said, taking the beer from me. "Want a tour?"

I nodded, following him as he showed me around. The house was beautiful, but my eyes were drawn to Jake's ass, perfectly outlined in his tight jeans. He caught me staring and smirked. "Like what you see, kid?"

I blushed, looking away. "Just admiring the architecture," I muttered.

He laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that sent a jolt of desire through me. "Sure you were," he said, leading me to his bedroom. "This is where the magic happens," he said, flopping down on the bed.

I sat down next to him, our thighs touching. I could feel the heat radiating off him, and I wanted nothing more than to lean in and kiss him. But I held back, waiting for him to make the first move.

He turned to face me, his eyes locked onto mine. "You know, I've been thinking," he said, his voice low. "About that time you spent the summer with us, when you were... younger."

I swallowed hard, remembering that summer. I had been 18, and Jake had been my first... everything. "Yeah?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"Mmhmm," he murmured, leaning in closer. "I've been thinking about how you felt, how you tasted..."

I couldn't take it anymore. I leaned in, pressing my lips against his. He groaned, deepening the kiss, his tongue pushing into my mouth. I moaned, my cock hardening in my jeans.

He pulled back, a smirk on his lips. "I think we should continue this... celebration in the shower," he said, standing up and pulling me to my feet.

I followed him to the bathroom, my heart pounding in my chest. He turned on the shower, and we both stripped off our clothes, our eyes locked onto each other's cocks. I licked my lips, remembering the taste of him.

He stepped into the shower, and I followed, our bodies pressing together under the hot water. He grabbed the soap, lathering it up in his hands before reaching for my cock. I groaned, my head falling back as he stroked me, his soapy hands sliding up and down my length.

"Fuck, Jake," I moaned, my hands grasping his shoulders.

"That's the plan, kid," he growled, dropping to his knees and taking my cock into his mouth.

I gasped, my hands fisting in his hair as he sucked me, his tongue swirling around my cockhead. I could feel my orgasm building, and I didn't want to come yet. I pulled him to his feet, pushing him against the wall of the shower.

"My turn," I said, dropping to my knees. I took his cock into my mouth, sucking him deep, my tongue flicking against his piercing. He groaned, his hands fisting in my hair.

"Fuck, kid, you're gonna make me come," he panted.

I pulled back, a smirk on my lips. "Not yet, you're not," I said, standing up and turning off the water. I grabbed a towel, drying us both off before leading him back to the bedroom.

I pushed him down onto the bed, straddling his hips. I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear. "I want you to fuck me, Jake," I whispered.

He groaned, his hands grasping my hips. "You sure about that, kid?" he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

I nodded, reaching into the drawer of his nightstand and pulling out the lube. I bit my lip as he grabbed it, squirting some onto his fingers. He reached around, pressing one finger against my hole. I moaned, pushing back against him as he fingered me, stretching me open.

"Fuck, Jake, that feels so good," I panted.

"You ready for my cock, kid?" he growled, lining himself up with my hole.

I nodded, biting my lip as he pushed inside me. I moaned, my hands grasping the sheets as he filled me up. He started to move, his hips thrusting up as he fucked me slowly.

"Faster, Jake, please," I moaned, my cock leaking onto his stomach.

He grabbed my hips, flipping me over onto my back. He pushed my legs up, fucking me harder, his cock hitting my prostate with each thrust. I moaned, my hands grasping his shoulders as he fucked me, his cock sliding in and out of my ass.

"Fuck, Jake, I'm gonna come," I panted, my cock throbbing.

"Come for me, kid," he growled, his cock slamming into me.

I came, my cock pulsing as I coated his stomach with my cum. He groaned, his cock pulsing inside me as he came, filling me with his seed.

He collapsed onto the bed next to me, his arm wrapping around my waist. "Fuck, kid, that was... something else," he panted.

I smiled, snuggling up against him. "Told you we should celebrate," I said, my eyes already heavy with sleep.

🦍🦍🦍

[thepixelelf]

warnings: domestic animals. tags: established relationship. christmas stuff. wc: 869

this has been in my drafts since dec 2023 and I realized it was collecting dust so I wanted to just roll up my sleeves and finish it so... here you go!

[a little thing called bad timing] Everyone knows that Seungcheol is a dog person -- you most of all. There's not a day that goes by without him turning his phone to face you with Kkuma's adorableness on the screen, sent to him by his parents. Of course, you love those pictures. Kkuma is an angel, and if you were the jealous type, you'd probably be wary of just how much Seungcheol pampers her, but luckily, you're not. In fact, you absolutely understand his behaviour. Before your family's cat passed away when you were younger, you're pretty sure you took about a million pictures of her just... existing.

That said, when Seungcheol not-so-subtly hinted that he wanted a dog last Christmas, you had to let him down easy. Your apartment at the time wasn't pet friendly, and you honestly weren't in a place financially to support a puppy with the love and attention one would deserve. Seungcheol's pout back then almost broke your heart, but he knew you were right, especially when you said you couldn't afford a cat, either, even if you wanted one.

This year, though, you moved to a new building together -- where pet allowance wasn't a choosing factor, but an added bonus -- with much more space in your apartment. And earlier this fall, you got the promotion you've been gunning for since you got your new job.

Which leads you to now. Everyone knows Seungcheol is a dog person. Everyone also knows you're a cat person. But the adorable black and white puppy in your arms has completely won you over with its yips and jumps, the way it climbs straight into your lap when you sit down, and its adorably glimmering eyes. A friend of a friend's dog had puppies, and when they asked if you knew anyone interested, you thought of your own glimmery-eyed partner. It was about time.

There are still quite a few days until Christmas, but you're sure that if Seungcheol had a choice, he'd want to meet this precious pup sooner than later. You were lucky that Seungcheol told you he had to stay later at work today, meaning you could pick up the puppy from your friend and acclimatize her to your apartment before he comes home. You've been spending the time decorating, as well, and you consider the tinsel in your hand for a second.

"Hey girl," you say, crouching down and scratching your new puppy's head. "How do you feel about wearing a little gift-wrap bow?"

She doesn't answer, of course, because she's a dog, but you chuckle at the adorable tilt of her head anyway.

"Yeah, I agree. Too cheesy."

The familiar sound of the front door getting unlocked makes you lift your head. "Oh, he's here." You lift your finger to your lips in a shush even though the puppy obviously has no idea what that means, and you scoop her into your arms.

From where you're standing in the kitchen area, the front door is just around a corner and out of sight. One more time, you give the puppy a conspiratorial grin before peeking just your head around the corner.

"Welcome home--"

"Hey, I'm back--"

Your jaw drops as you take in your boyfriend, or rather, the crate he's poorly hiding behind his legs, and the giant, shiny red bow stuck to the top of it.

Seungcheol smiles the way he always does when he comes home and sees you. "What are you doing hiding back there? C'mere, I got something for you."

You don't budge. "Is that...?"

Understanding that you aren't coming closer, Seungcheol just chuckles and brings the crate out in front of him. The front grate reveals a fluffy, orange kitten behind it.

You gasp. "You didn't!"

He shrugs. "I thought, since you've been missing your childhood cat recently, and we got this new apartment..."

"Cheol, I..."

"Did I read it wrong?" Seungcheol's eyes shine with worry and doubt. When you can't find the words to explain yourself, he continues. "I'm sorry. I should've asked, I know. Minghao knew somebody looking for homes for kittens and I just thought about how much you like Wonwoo's cats and--"

The puppy in your arms has finally had enough of hiding, and she barks, hopping to the ground. She trots over to Seungcheol to thoroughly investigate the shoes he's yet to take off.

"Oh," he says simply, eyes wide at the surprise house guest. "Oh!" Carefully, he sets the crate on the bench you have next to the door, out of reach of the excited puppy. He crouches down and pets her with both hands. "Hello," he coos. "Aren't you precious?"

Your heart warms at the sight, especially when the kitten curiously paws at the door of the crate instead of cowering away at the sound of a dog.

Seungcheol looks up at you, delighted. "Who's this?"

Just like he did when you asked him about the kitten, you shrug. "Merry Christmas?"

He must've suspected as much. His smile widens as he stands, and he holds his arm out for you to come to his side. You wrap your arms around him and giggle when he presses a hundred kisses to your cheek, while the puppy bounces in excitement at your feet.

"Seungcheoool," you whine, though to say you don't like his attention would be a total lie.

His smile widens until his eyes become your favourite crescent moons, and he locks his hands together behind you. "You know," he teases with a playful tilt of his head. "I've always dreamed of having twins."

[chariaki]

Flower petals

Kento x reader

❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

"Does he like me?" pluck 𓄼

"or like me not?"pluck 𓄼

"He likes me.. " pluck 𓄼

"He likes me not." and the flower's petals ran out. You sighed, feeling down because even the flowers think he doesn't like you anymore.

You're sitting under the shade of a big oak tree, surrounded by plucked flower petals of different colors. All of which, coincidentally, ended with "he likes me not." Curse those even numbered flowers.

You were waiting for you boyfriend, Kento Nanami. You were rather nervous because it's almost been a month since you started dating. And one particularly embarrassing incident had been replaying in your mind as you worry it might've turned him off.

You plucked another flower as you recall that memory.

It happened on your little date at a ramen restaurant. You were enjoying the big bowl of hot noodles, in fact, it was too hot. It burnt your tongue, so you had to drink water, but, somehow, when you sipped the water, your lipstick got on your teeth, so when you smiled at Nanami, a little pink smudge appeared. Nanami, being the gentleman that he is, handed you a tissue and his phone camera.

But that doesn't stop there! Afterwards, as you were enjoying your ramen, you uncontrollably let out a loud burp. A not so feminine burp. But it's okay, Nanami smiled, you thought it was out of courtesy, but really, it was a smile of fondness. He found it adorable how you could easily express yourself, whether you meant to or not.

But, dear reader, did you really think it stops there? Are you forgetting how clumsy you truly are? You should really distance youe bowl further away from you. Because when you bent down to grab your bag that fell off the chair, your head hit the table and caused the bowl to shake and spill on you.

You got yourself wet in ramen soup!

In front of your unbelievably handsome and well-composed date!

"Are you alright, yn?" Nanami went to you, crouched and helped you up. He handed you tissues, once again, and asked for a waiter to help him clean up the spill.

Luckily, your date had a jacket in which he gave to you and told you to freshen up and wait for him in the bathroom as he quickly went to the nearest stores and bought you a new blouse.

And now, here you are, a few days after, under the shades of a big oak tree, waiting for your boyfriend.

What you didn't know was he was walking towards you from behind, so he could hear and see your little shenanigans. And as you reached your last petal,

"He likes me not. Again. Of course. "

You sighed, and finally gave up on the flowers that you put so much faith in.

"Of course, silly. It's because I love you. "

You turned around, seeing Kento Nanami in all his glory, the sun resting on his face and illuminating his beautiful blonde curls, eyes so gentle, mouth turned upward.

"What were you doing, dear?" He had his eyebrows up together, eyes lit, and lips wide open into a curious smile.

"I... oh, thank you." You mumbled as you accepted the bouquet he handed you. A bouquet of your favorite flowers, in your favorite colors.

"You were asking the flowers if I liked you? What made you doubt me?" He asked, sitting down next to you.

"Doubt you? Not at all! It's me who I'm doubting. If you still liked me after what happened in the ramen shop..." You trailed off, so embarrassed that you couldn't face him.

"Did sonething happen?" He wondered, ever so softly.

"Yes? Y'know... I was so out of it..."

"Ohh! You meant your little mishaps? It's no big deal, yn. I don't mind." He chuckled, brows up in realization of what you meant, eyes crinkled, head back.

"But I troubled you and embarrassed you... "

"You weren't embarrassing. You were adorable and fun to be around. And you didn't trouble me at all, in fact, if possible, I want you to trouble me more. I want to be there and take care of you."

You looked up and there he was—tall, blonde, with eyes so soft and full of warmth, they felt like home. His smile, that sweet, lovestruck smile, made your heart skip, as if the world itself paused just to admire him.

Kento Nanami. Your boyfriend. The one who always knew how to make you feel safe, loved, and cared for.

His love was like a dream you never wanted to wake from, more beautiful than anything you could’ve hoped for. In his presence, everything felt perfect, like you were exactly where you were always meant to be.

❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

Long forgotten were those fallen flower petals, for the man you were asking them about already told you he loves you.

[kairaloi]

I'd never expected this.

I sat at the dining table my dwarf neighbor had built for me when I first moved to the swamp. A warm ceramic mug of tea between my large clawed hands was another gift from a neighbor.

The weather was miserable; pouring rain in white sheets and cold enough to fog breath.

Inside my stone hut, it was warm, dry, and cozy.

My sister sat across from me. She'd been engulfed by the massive wool blanket I'd wrapped her in. The mug was nearly too big and heavy for her to lift, so to avoid spilling, she rested it on the table and tilted it to sip. She'd lost all dignity at this point. In fact, she'd lost everything, or so she claimed.

Water dripped from her hair.

"How about you start from the beginning?" I asked, my voice low and rumbling.

Arabella flinched. Her small, soft voice was still hoarse from her trip through the torrential rain to my soggy domicile of exile. Probably the farthest she'd ever traveled, let alone unaccompanied. I was surprised she'd made it here without more mishap than a torn and muddy dress. "Father... is a liar," she said.

I nodded. "Yes. But I'm sure you didn't come here to tell me the obvious."

Arabella flinched again, lowering her head. "I'm sorry."

That was unexpected.

I sipped my tea. I'd learned how to make a few simple brews from the witch of the forest. In exchange, I gave her some of the meat I caught and scared off hunters that got too close to our part of the woods. Her face was hideous, but she was old, and who was I to judge?

Arabella's face twisted. "He promised that if you took the curse for the family that the rest of us would be fine. But Kyle has... He's turned to stone! Mother is sprouting feathers! Father is the only one untouched--but I know he's made a bargain. Everyone else in exchange for his life!"

I leaned my elbow on the table, chin resting in my palm. "Ah... Arabella, I've learned a few things while out here, so let me fill you in."

Her eyes lifted, wide and shining.

"The curse is permanent." I lifted a finger, releasing my mug to do so. "The curse requires consent. If you don't consent, it doesn't work. So Kyle agreed to take it on. Monica--"

"Mother."

"Monica. Agreed to turn into a chicken."

"Harpy."

My lips curved. "Ah--" I barely stopped myself from laughing.

Arabella's jaw clenched. She looked down.

"So unless you agree to take his curse... nothing can be done."

"But Kyle! He's only thirteen!"

"Oh. Wow..." I mused. I hadn't realized it had been that long. "Well, sorry. But it's like sex. Once the deed is done, you can't undo it. He agreed." I briefly wondered if our parents had even told him that he had an older sister. Probably not. Not that it mattered now anyway. Kyle was as good as dead... unless.

"Is there nothing that can be done?" Arabella screamed, her voice giving out at the end even though she'd slammed to her feet. It was hardly impressive since jumping out of the chair made her lose eight inches of height.

"Well... The Bog Hag said that curses are a lot like locks, and any lock can be picked. You just have to figure out the locking mechanism."

Arabella's eyes widened. "Like True Love's Kiss?" she asked.

"A fae demented enough to continue making deals with Allen in exchange for his family wouldn't pick something so cute."

"Father," Arabella corrected automatically, then looked down as she carefully climbed back into the chair. "What do you mean continue?"

"Loki, as he likes to be called, told me that I was taking on Allen's debt," I said with a shrug. "This leads me to believe that Allen has asked for more favors, which has incurred more debt."

"That..." her voice faded, expression changing to one of someone putting the pieces together.

"So I'm guessing the family has had quite a bit of fortune lately?" I asked, picking up my mug to finish my tea. I stood, careful not to knock anything with my tail as I went to the stove to refill my mug.

"Please help me..." Arabella asked.

I looked over my shoulder at her. "Why should I? I'm happy here."

"But you're..."

"A monster?" I grinned. "I feel more myself than I ever did in Allen's house. You can't tell me it was easy to get here with your ribs wrapped in steel and legs bound by cloth." I set my mug on the table and leaned over her, a hand on the back of the chair she sat in. "Tell me, Arabella. Were Madam Wretched's dancing lessons fun? Were Mister Wrathful's tutoring sessions enjoyable?"

My sister swallowed. She wanted to correct me on Wreath and Willson's names, but she didn't.

"Did you jump for joy when they assigned a knight to watch you day and night so you couldn't have a moment of silence without his resentful sighs interrupting?"

She flinched, hunching down in the wool blanket. "It wasn't all bad..."

"One thing," I challenged, lifting a claw near her face. "Name one thing."

Arabella opened her mouth, then closed it. She was struggling.

"All the food. All of it looked and smelled so delicious, but you weren't allowed a morsel," I offered.

She grit her teeth.

"The garden you weren't allowed in without a wide hat, parasol, and six men carrying a tent over you at all times."

"Stop..." she begged, hands covering her face.

"The man you were ordered to marry who looks like a slime and mud golem had a child," I finished.

She choked.

I put my hand on her back, gently rubbing. "Go ahead and laugh."

Arabella sobbed, laughing and crying at the same time. I knelt and put my arms around her. She gripped my thick neck, her tiny hands buried in my wild red mane. "You're right!" she admitted, voice muffled by my shoulder. "But how did you know about him?"

"People from town sometimes go to the Bog Hag for help with... problems."

"His personality is even worse than his face!"

"I could tell by the sneer they gave him in the newspaper."

Arabella sat back, wiping her face with her fingers.

I looked up at her with a sigh. "I'm still your sister," I said, resigned. She'd only been four when I was cursed, after all. She had been my little shadow, and... being thirteen at the time, I'd found her to be very annoying. Now, she was sixteen. If I'd looked up the definition of the word Princess, her picture would've been there; blonde, blue-eyed, petite, weak, soft-spoken...

Arabella stared down at me and swallowed as her eyes searched my face. "Please help me... get revenge."

My lips curled, revealing the sharp teeth my curse had blessed me with.

Despite being cursed into a monster and being banished by your royal parents, you were happy with your life. Your home was peaceful. You always had enough to eat. You even had friends despite your appearance, so yeah your life was great. Your non-cursed sibling's life, on the other hand

[justhereforsubsevika]

Sevika gets dom drop (nsfw, fluff, a lot of tears)

Sevika had been fucking you rough for about half an hour, spitting at you, slapping you, shoving her fingers down your throat. She'd been calling you filthy names, shouting, even roaring at you at one point (she got a bit carried away, it was hot in the moment). But suddenly she's not panting as loud. Suddenly she's slowing down her strokes in your pussy, removing her hand from your neck. Suddenly her eyes lose their fire, extinguished as water wells up in them. She weakly thrusts into you before pulling out and turning so you cant see her face.

You go up to touch her shoulder and she flinches. She's shaking a little so you grab up the blanket to toss round her shoulders. "Hey, hey come on, what's up baby?" You ask when she starts to fully cry into her trembling hands.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, baby I'm so sorry," she babbles, shaking her head and falling gently into your arms. You're confused. She's never gotten like this before, usually all business when she doms. "Honey, I... I don't understand. What happened?" You whisper, kissing along where her hair is shaved just above her ear. She cries louder, hugging against your shoulders.

All of a sudden, it clicks. She's dropped, and she doesn't even realise it.

"Do you feel bad about what you were doing to me?" You ask, tracing your finger soothingly down her back. She nods and nuzzles into your neck. You feel what you hope is tears, rather than snot, start to gather along your clavicle. "Oh Sevi.. you're dropping. You've got dom drop. This is normal, okay? It's normal.." You pat her head and she nods again, sobbing brokenly against you. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to call you any of those things... you're not a useless cumslut-"

You cut her off with a chuckle that startles her. She looks at you with red, puffy eyes and you cant help but smile at how adorable her pout is. "Honey, I promise you I liked it. I know you got carried away! It's alright, it's what I want! I promise sweetheart, I know you didn't mean it."

She nods again. "Yeah.. yeah! It's just sex." She lets out a weak chuckle and you tut. "Poor baby. Come on, lets clean up and then we can watch a movie instead, yeah?" Her eyes light up a little at the suggestion.

MY SHAYLAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[bunni-v1]

What do we have here…?

🍓Couldn’t get sending Harumasa nudes out of my head and then I saw @mini-ism post about Caesar going through Livhters phone and had Jimmy Neutron Brain blast. (My moots are so awesome and talented and everyone should give them love). Like... what DO they have on their phone, if anything? So that's what this is. Also took this as my chance to write for my favorite straight white cat boy Seth.

Tw: Nsfw; recording during sex; rough sex (all); somnophilia (Harumasa); breeding kink (Seth); bottom harumasa and seth; Mommy kink (seth); grammar errors (inevitable)

Info: Fem bodied reader (no pronouns i think? use of mommy though); Harumasa x Reader; Lighter x Reader; Seth x Reader; I tried to add plot but who am I kidding this is porn

Harumasa Asaba

The first time Asaba Harumasa asked to record you during sex, you declined. He'd wanted it so he could use it at work, during those days that he really needed you most. It's not like you were shy about your body, especially not with him. He'd seen you naked a million times and done more than just admire your body on numerous occasions. You just didn't want to do it, not with the risk of his very important friends possibly seeing them. The idea of sweet Sokaku sneaking on his phone and somehow finding the videos was mortifying, to say the least. The consequences afterward would probably be even worse, you'd never be able to look Yanagi in the eyes again.

So, you told him no, and who is Asaba to press you on something like that. Feminism was hot, or whatever. He just wanted to see what he could get away with. Little did he know he planted a seed in your brain that kept on growing and growing until, one night, you asked him if he was still into the whole recording you thing.

He wanted to say "No fucking duh." But instead, he smiled and nodded all cute-like, "Oh? I thought you didn't want to? Don't tell me you've been holding out on me now..." And thus began your unexpected obsession with making amateur porn.

Harumasa isn't an idiot, of course, he keeps everything in a hidden folder within a hidden folder, accessible via a password only he knows. (He would give up any chance at living a long life to keep Sokaku as far away from his porn stash as possible). It's surprisingly well organized, coming from him at least. Categorized by type (picture and videos), who was topping, and which kinks you indulged in.

His personal favorites, though, are saved in a separate folder within those already existing folders. They're his go-to when he's feeling so very pent up at work and needs release fast enough that Yanagi won't come looking for him. Like right now, the phone under the desk and the volume just loud enough that only he could make it out by straining his ears. A little treat for his hard work today.

The first one starts out with shaky camera work -- you'd grabbed and started recording in a hurry like you realized this one would make good content for him. (You were right, as usual). The sun is peaking through the curtains of his dark apartment, and with the light, he can just barely make out his sleeping face. You pan the camera down, and one of your hands is gently tracing along his slowly hardening cock, already free and begging for you to suck it. It jumps in your hand as you rub the tip, and then all of a sudden the camera flips and he gets to see your face. You have eyebags under your eyes and your hair is sticking out in several places with little bruises littering your collarbones. Just how he likes you. Shuffling follows and the camera jerks around awkwardly until it rests on his abdomen and refocuses on you, dick still in hand and eyes blinking innocently at the camera.

You tap the tip against your cheek a few times, Harumasa's hips pressing up into your hand as you do so. You smile a little at him offscreen, and it's almost affectionate until you swallow him down in one go. What you can't fit in your mouth you fist with your hand, bobbing in a perfectly trained rhythm that he knows would have him seeing stars. His hips awkwardly jerk, but you take him so well that it doesn't even bother you. The camera shifts again as Harumasa himself begins to wake up. A confused, "Oh fuck," is moaned out in the background, just barely audible over the heavenly sound of you sucking and swallowing him up. Then, your eyes flutter up, right as a hand fists its way into your hair. The video cuts shortly after that, leaving the rest of it up to his impeccable memory.

The next one is a bit longer, and honestly humiliating for him, but he can't get enough of it. Again you're holding the camera, but this time he is awake. It starts with your hand on his ass, marked with the harsh imprint of your strikes, bright and red and sure to bruise (it did). You make sure to get a good angle of yourself pounding him into the sheets, the sounds of squelching mixed with incoherent babbling from him something sinful. You glide your hand over his bare back, camera following along, then tug on his fluffy black hair. He lets out a pathetic whine as you push the camera into his fucked out face. Cheeks red, drool dripping down his chin, eyes watery and unfocused. It's all he can do to answer you when you finally ask, "You were a good boy today, weren't you Harumasa? Tell the camera how good you were today."

"Yessss, 'm a very good boy~" He hiccups out through your harsh thrusts.

You coo at him, pressing a little kiss to his cheek which gets him smiling like a moron in the video, "You know what good boys get to do, right?"

He visibly jolts in the frame, right as you wrap your pretty fingers around his swollen cock just out of frame. A whorish moan leaves his mouth as you pick up the pace, determined to make him cum. His whole face twists in pleasure as he cries out your name, releasing all over your fingers and the sheets. The camera flips, and you're giggling as you spread the covered hand playfully for the camera. "Such a good boy~" You hum, and the video cuts as you begin sucking each finger clean.

The last one he has, which is the only one where he's holding the camera, is his personal favorite. You're in the Section 6 office, legs spread out and perched wobbly on the arms of his desk chair. Miyabi, Yanagi, and Sokaku were all out for lunch and you'd been so sweet to bring him the one he'd 'accidentally' forgotten at home. His pace was fast and rough as he slammed into you. He preferred taking things slow, but even he had to admit he liked the thrill of a quicky in such an open area. One hand comes down to hold your thigh at a different angle, and you let out the squeakiest excuse for his name he'd ever heard. "I thought you didn't want them to see you like this... you're awfully contradictory~" He teases from behind the camera, not that you have it in you to do anything but whine at him. "What would Miyabi think of you..." He tuts, "and poor Tsukishiro might have a heart attack... how shameless can you be?"

He zooms in on your face, head thrown back and mouth stuck wide open with empty gasps just begging to become moans. Your body shakes as his thrusts become less fast and more rough, skin slapping against skin in the quiet office on the very desk he was scrolling through his phone. He can see his name form on your lips.

"Harumasa," Came Yanagi's voice instead, he jumps, quickly locking his phone and slipping it into his pocket, "I understand paperwork is boring, but scrolling on your phone is-"

"Unacceptable, I know," He sighs, "I'm getting to it I promise. Just... right after a quick bathroom break, okay?"

He's up and gone before she can respond, already deciding which video he should watch to fix his little issue. Oh! Or he could ask you for a new one right now, it'd been a minute since he'd gotten you masturbating.

Lighter Lorenz

Lighter didn't get the appeal of it at first. Why would he settle for videos and pictures when the real thing was so much better? Just didn't make sense to him, but sure, he'd let you do what you want. You were damn adorable with how excited you got when he said yes to another video or picture.

It wasn't until an extended period of time away from you that he realized how badly he was missing out. He was horny and you were too far away to do anything about it and no matter what he imagined he could not get off for the life of him. So, he caves and asks you to send one of those videos you'd made. It was probably the fastest he'd cum by himself since getting with you.

Lighter admits defeat, you were right, those videos are something else. Not nearly as good as the real thing, but close enough when he needed it. He's very selective about what does and does not get filmed though. There are some moments he wants to keep just between the two of you, no cameras or anything like that. However, once he gets into it he really gets into it, and those videos are cinema for amateur pornstars.

He keeps the videos and pictures in an unlabeled folder on his phone, not nearly as meticulous about hiding it as Harumasa or Seth might be. He didn't have the risk factor, the girls wouldn't go through his phone without asking first, and he wasn't careless enough to leave it out for others to dig through its contents. He also wasn't stupid enough to look through his little stash with others around, always waiting until he was completely isolated to look.

You were out for the night doing something or another for someone, too kind for your own good, leaving only Lighter and his hand to keep his dick company. He clicks open the folder, smiling to himself when he's met with pretty pictures of you.

He scrolls a bit, then clicks on a more recently recorded one. The camera is focused on your stomach, just low enough that he can see the flared red tip of his dick teasing your swollen clit. A deep chuckle sounds from behind the camera, followed by a grumpy little whine from you. He takes the hint, sliding his tip down and slowly dipping it into your drooling cunt. You let out the cutest squeal as he stretches you out, his hips angling up so his cock presses against your tummy.

The camera zooms in on the outline of his tip, pressing just below your navel. You babble something incoherent, and Lighter hums like it's the most interesting thing in the world. His calloused hand comes into view, tracing the outline with a low hiss. "Fuck, you feel me inside baby?" You mumble something out again, a much smaller hand sliding under his. He presses down as you trace a finger over him, and a whorish moan leaves your mouth. He ruts himself into you, hand pressing down so both of you could feel just how deep inside he was. Your body trembles with each hard thrust, and the camera work gets shakier and shakier the louder Lighter gets until it stops altogether after an annoyed groan — literally thrown across the room so he could focus more on you.

The next one he picks among a sea of delicacies is an older one, one of the first he'd agreed to make with you. The camera is set up on the nightstand, angled nicely so he could see your pretty tits bouncing with each thrust of his hips up into yours. You're wearing his scarf around your neck, and you look like sex incarnate hopping up and down on him.

His veiny hands grab at your hips, guiding each movement with careful precision. You're leaned back, head thrown to the sky as you call his name like a mantra. Each thrust makes your voice peak a little higher, the only thing louder being the slap of wet skin on skin. One particularly rough thrust has you keening, falling forward to press your sweaty face to his just out of frame. He can see your hips roll desperately into his own for all of a few seconds before his hands wrap around your thighs to hoist you up so he can bully his cock into your abused pussy. The whole bed shakes as the headboard slams into the wall, the camera tumbling to the ground forgotten as it records your brainless sobs over the sound of his brutal pace. A weird habit he’s noticed consistently in these videos.

He's close, he can feel it, as he strokes himself a little faster. Just needed the perfect thing to push him over the edge. He taps one of your personal favorites, citing it as 'the most fun' for you to film. In it, he is holding the camera down, you're kneeling between his legs, head resting on his thigh as your deft fingers play with his member. You smile up at him, sliding the bead of precum around the tip like a game.

He's huge in your hand, and it's a miracle you manage to fit your slim fingers around his fat cock. Slowly stroking down, then back up, your thumb sure to run over that vein that made his toes curl. You keep a steady pace, teasing him with the sweetest grin on your face.

"Feelin' good baby?" You purr up at him, amused at what is likely a very red faced Lighter.

There's an audible swallow, and the camera shakes as he answers, "Real good. Takin' good care 'f me."

You giggle, satisfied with the answer enough to lean down and start sucking on his balls. Your other hand scraped against his thigh, the muscles beneath tensing at the sensation. The sound of your sucking, mixed in with his little whimpers has him cumming prematurely, not that it stops him from fucking his hand through his orgasm. The video continues on like that, you teasing him to the edge and denying him his orgasm like a monster. Unlike then, he had quiet the mess to clean up now.

He thinks better of just cleaning it up, though. Instead snapping a quick picture and sending it to you with a little, 'Miss you.'

Seth Lowell

Seth is an incredibly polite, considerate, sweetheart who would never in a million years dream of asking to record you during sex. He might just be the most vanilla guy in all of New Eirdu, and recording seems... a little violating of your privacy. It's not something he considers an option.

Until one day, after a very long week where you and Seth hadn't seen each other for more than a few hours thanks to his work schedule. He's lying in the dorms, texting you about mundane tasks when you throw out how much you miss him. He obviously misses you too, and says so. You ask him if he would like to see how much you miss him, and the sweet thing he is the undertone goes right over his head. He expects a picture of you maybe pouting, doing something you would typically do together by yourself.

When he opens it he's greeted by you, two fingers deep in your own cunt, pretty juices glistening in the dim lighting of your bedroom -- oh god is that his shirt you're wearing? He short circuits, literally just staring slack-jawed at the phone for god knows how long until one of his buddies comes in and starts poking fun at him. He slams the phone down, and he makes it home in record time. That was all the convincing he needed from you to record your (rather basic) sexual escapades.

Seth does not save the videos, ever. They're all in your text chain, pinned there for easy access, but he refuses to keep them in his album. Way too risky for him with his family and his coworkers and... well... knowing himself. They're really only there for you, he doesn't have any free time to watch them and get off. He does, however like watching them when he's alone in the dorms for the night. Just a nice reminder of what he'll be doing next time he sees you.

Like this one, where the camera is pointed down on him, red-faced and teary-eyed as you ride him like no tomorrow. His chest is littered with little purple love bites, and your fingers splay out across them as you roll your hips deliciously against him. He whimpers in the video, shying away from the camera. The hand on his chest reaches over to flick his already too-hard nipple, twisting it a little. A giggle bubbles out of your chest when he keens.

"You like it when I ride you, don't you Seth...?" You coo, tracing your fingers over to the other nipple to give it attention. He nods with a whine, biting back his moans. You pinch him harshly as punishment, "Use your words."

He sighs, humiliated at the degradation, but swallows his pride and responds, "Yes Mommy."

He grimaces at his own voice, quickly closing out of the video to find something a little less... vocal. He settles on one where the camera is pointed down, you're wearing pretty blue lingerie. In this one, he's between your legs, ears flattened back as he gives you little kitten licks to your sensitive bud. The rough texture of his tongue makes your legs twitch, nearly closing on him, but fighting themselves back open.

He looks up to the camera, or more so past it, to look at you just begging for approval. Your hand comes into the frame, rubbing at one of his ears encouragingly. He lights up, taking the sign as his chance to swallow you down. He dives in like a kitten into milk, slurping and sucking with your hand guiding his movements. Your little sighs of approval get his tail curling up in the air behind him. Your little happy kitty, servicing you like the queen you are. “Good boy~” You coo so sweetly, and his tail twitches excitedly behind him.

He smiles fondly at the phone, was it weird to find it more cute than hot. Maybe he was too lovestruck. It didn't matter too much to him as he found one that you had favorited in the chat. He... didn't remember this one at all from the thumbnail, it got him curious.

The first thing he's greeted by is you face down in the sheets, his pale hand pushing your head into the pillows. Then he hears the wet slapping of skin, the camera following down to show where he was fucking you from behind. His entire abdomen is literally shimmering with a mix of your and his cum, the sticky white substance quite literally all over your back and his hands now that he was looking.

This was... he can't believe he had the mental capacity to think to record himself fucking you during his heat. His cock stirs in his pants, but he's too curious to stop watching before he screws himself over too much. The camera shifts as he leans over you, giving it a perfect view as he bites into the back of your neck. Your face is stained with tears, and your mouth is wide open with pleasure -- no sound escaped though, and Seth realizes that he'd fucked your throat raw in this video.

"Gonna fuck you full of my kits, wanna make you a real Mommy. That's okay, right? You wanna have my babies too don't you?" his rough voice mumbles into your skin, and you only nod in response, too fucked out to really do anything else.

He thinks the video will end there, but instead, the camera pulls up again as Seth pulls out. A broken, muted wail leaves you at the loss, but Seth ignores it in favor of recording your used pussy. Globs of cum leak out of it, down your thighs, and Seth's nimble fingers scoop it up and shove it back inside like in a trance. He clicks his phone off at that, way too flustered at the sight.

A frustrated sigh leaves his lips as he falls back into the uncomfortable bedding of the dorm. Great, now he was rock-hard and had no way of getting off. He had work in two hours, but there was no way he'd be getting any sleep like this. He frowns at his lock screen, a picture of the two of you together. You wouldn't mind if he came home and interrupted your rest that much, would you?

[justgiulia]

HIII I HAD A THOIGHT THAT HAS BEEN KILLING MY MIND AND I NEED TO TELL IT TO SOMEONE OTHERWISE IM GNA EXPLODE

get this . everyone chilling at ramshackle dorm doing their own thing, yuu (and grimm by extension), ace and deuce sitting by the table talking about whatever crosses their mind

Eventually the conversation escalates to birthdays and holidays and ace asks how old Yuu is. Azul interjects with saying Yuu's age from the contract they signed a few months ago, but then Yuu pipes up and tells them that they're one year older than that.

Theres a small moment of confusion until it dawns onto Deuce that Yuy's birthday was a month or two ago and they never spoke a peep about it. Not even to grimm!! And when asked, Yuy makes an excuse like "that was when __ was kind of close to overblotting and I didn't want to make it about me because that'd be so nitpicky—"

It was based off an audio i heard and idk if i want to write it into a short drabble for myself i probably cant since im only on book 2 ueue). But like. its a fun prompt methinks. what would all of them do when they find out Yuu deliberately didn't say a thing about their birthday

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You didn't tell them about your birthday?!

characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Azul Ashengrotto, Grimm.

author's note: let's just pretend I didn't just post a request from almost 2 years ago 😭 I'm deeply sorry. also, I apologize for not uploading anything this month but I'm working on something big 🙏

warnings: none

Ace Trappola

For his Immediate Reaction, he is offended in the most dramatic way possible. He gasps like you’ve committed the ultimate betrayal.

Once he processes that you skipped celebrating because of an overblot situation, Ace feels a bit guilty. He won’t outright admit it, but his teasing becomes a little softer as a result.

He insists on throwing you an over-the-top, borderline ridiculous party.

“I’m talking about party hats for everyone and cake so big Grimm can’t finish it—well, maybe.”

His idea of a celebration is half a joke, but you know he’s secretly serious about making it memorable and deep down, he’s touched by how considerate you were and wants to make sure you never feel overlooked again.

Deuce Spade

Deuce is visibly upset, almost like he’s the one who forgot your birthday, feeling terrible for not realizing sooner.

“But Prefect, birthdays are important! You deserve to be celebrated!”

He gets way too worked up about making it up to you, like it’s a mission, he might also wonder if he’s a bad friend for not noticing your birthday had passed. He’ll pay more attention to your subtle hints in the future (even if you weren’t giving any).

"I won’t let this happen again. Next time, we’ll do something amazing. I swear.”

You swear his sincerity makes you feel just as guilty for not telling him.

Azul Ashengrotto

Acts unbothered on the surface but lowkey blames himself for not catching on sooner, especially since he prides himself on knowing useful details about everyone (and blackmailing them).

Azul will subtly try to make it up to you in his own way. Maybe he gives you a small but meaningful gift with a nonchalant...

“Consider this a late birthday present.”

He might tease you about this later saying something like...

“Oh, Prefect, you wouldn’t hide something as important as a birthday from us again, would you? It’s not wise to keep secrets from your allies.”

But the teasing is his way of showing he cares.

Grimm

“You didn’t even tell me, your best pal?! Unbelievable!”

He paces around the room dramatically, occasionally glaring at you with exaggerated betrayal.

As much as he tries to play it off as annoyance, it’s clear he’s genuinely hurt that you didn’t trust him with such important information.

“I live here! I’m supposed to know these things!”

His solution to everything is cake.

“Alright, let’s bake a cake right now. Wait, no—you bake the cake, and I’ll taste-test it!”

Grimm will insist on celebrating your birthday retroactively, even if it’s something small. He’ll demand a party and act like it’s all for you, but deep down, he just wants to feel like he’s making things right.

Overall, they argue over how to properly celebrate your next birthday. Ace wants chaos, Deuce wants heartfelt, Grimm just wants food, and Azul suggests something elegant but practical.

Despite their differences, they all agree on one thing: they’re not letting you keep secrets like this again. You can expect everyone to be hyperaware of your birthday next year—and they’ll make sure it’s unforgettable.

[hayseed321]

It was the end of the second semester. Dillon one of her freshman students wasn't doing well in her Spanish class. She had seen it time and time again,students would come eager to learn and work than blow off all there studies to party with there friends. I don't know what it was but she had found something in Dillon that was special. She seen something in him she wasn't going to give up on that easy. She wasn't about to sit back and watch him ruin his life like she had seen happen to so many others. As the bell for her class rang and her students got up to exit her class she called for Dillon to come to her desk. She didn't know what she wanted to say, but new she needed to do something. She could see him roll his eyes before he turned to walk toward the front of the class.

Dillon: Uhh... Hello Ms. Fernández you wanted to see me?

Ms. Fernández: Yes Dillon. I am worried you are going to fail my class. I wish to help you anyway I can. Is this the only class you are having trouble with?

Dillon: Well, I appreciate the gesture, but this isn't any of your business how I am doing.

Ms. Fernández: Ok. Wow...I am sorry I asked. I hate to see any of my students struggle. If you ever need help, I am always here.

Dillon: I don't need your help! I hate people saying they feel sorry for me! I am not looking for your pity! How would you be able to help me anyways? Why would you want to help me?

Ms. Fernández: Well Dillon I don't feel sorry for you? I see students like you come in my class every year. They do well than they party with there friends and next thing they are failing there classes and dropping out of school. Your right I don't have to help you, but I just want to say I would like to help if you let me. You know I took alot of the same classes you are taking I bet when I went to college. I try and help my students in anyway I can. You just need to know to ask for it. Tell you what. Why don't we meet at my place three times a week Monday, Wednesday, Friday. We will go over anything you are having trouble with. I will meet your teachers,kinda like your parents would when you were in grade school.

Dillon thought about it. He could see she was willing to go out of her way to help him in anyway possible. So he agreed to meet her three nights a week 3pm at her place.

Dillon couldn't stop thinking of Ms. Fernández. He always had a crush on her. She was hot for a teacher and so kind to try and help him. He didn't want to let her down. Dillon didn't know when he would ever need to know trigonometry, molecular biology or marketing in real life. The day dragged slowly on and he found it difficult to stay focused on his clasess. He kept thinking of what she had told him "she would talk to his teachers, just as his parents had when he was in grade school." Did she want to be his mother? If his parents saw what grades he was getting they would beat him for sure! But they wouldn't know how to help. He noticed none of his other teachers offered helping like Ms. Fernández did. The bell finally rang and he found himself at the front of Ms. Fernández's house ringing her door bell. Someone opened the door but it wasn't Ms. Fernández. I am sorry I must have the wrong house. Wait who are you looking for? Ms. Fernández.

Oh you must be Dillon. I am Jessica, Ms. Fernández girlfriend please come in. Let me take your coat. I have heard so much about you. Let me tell Julie you are here. Come on into the kitchen.

Thanks Jessica. Hi Dillon, you can call me Julie. Julie and Dillon sat down and went over everything that Dillon was struggling with and what teachers he had. Julie told Dillon they needed to meet atleast three nights each week in order to catch him up with his classes. If he were to miss one there was going to be punishments. Jessica made supper than the three of them ate together. Than they said there goodbyes as Dillon left to go home. Dillon went to his classes Tuesday and Wednesday and to Julie's house after school. The next day his friends had told him of a big party Friday night. The party was on the otherside of campus and they had to bring there own drinks. Dillon didn't have a car so he rode his bike to a convenient store and bought a 30 pack of beer. Dillons friends were happy to see him. One of his crushes told him she would be glad to study with him😜 and that he might get lucky tonight! That reminded Dillon he had forgotten to go to Julie's after school 🙈 The party was amazing. It was definitely the biggest party Dillon had ever been to. There was much drinking, drugs, loud music, and sexy girls. The next morning Dillon didn't feel so good. He felt he was at a playground spinning on one of those spinning wheels and he couldn't make it stop. When he was able to check his phone he could see he had multiple missed calls and texts from Julie. He called her back and apologized for his absence from studying. Dillon lied and told Julie he was at a friend's house and he had forgotten all about studying. Monday morning came and another student in Julie's class asked Dillon if he remembered jumping into the pool from the roof of the house. Dillon shook his head no. Julie pretended not to hear as she went about teaching. Julie asked Dillon after class if he planned on meeting at her place after school to study at her place. Dillon apologized for missing Friday and agreed to meet her after school. Julie called Jessica to tell her to expect Dillon after school and to get the punishment room ready. As Dillon went through his day he remembered Julie saying if you miss one day there would be a punishment. He couldn't help but think of what Julie's punishment would be. He thought to himself what did she expect? Every student comes to have fun to college, as well as to learn. Did she expect him to go to school and not party and have fun on a Friday night? Dillon couldn't stop thinking of this the rest of the day. For some reason he felt nervous standing at Julie's door ringing the door bell. Again Jessica answered the door and welcomed him in. Hello Dillon, Julie was very disappointed with you Friday. Jessica took Dillons coat and hung it up for him on the coat rack. Please follow me. Jessica took him by the hand and led him into an adjacent room and closed the door. It looked like some sort of nursery. Jessica sat down and still had ahold of Dillons arm. Jessica asked Dillon how come he hadn't told Julie there was a party you wanted to attend?Dillon mumbled" I don't know? She undid his pants and slid them off with ease. Than caught him off balance laying Dillon across her lap. Almost immediately he felt the swats and felt the sting of each spank. Dillon was very small for his age at only 5' and very slim not alot of muscle either. Jessica had no trouble holding him down. It didn't take long and Dillon was a sobbing mess in Jessica lap. Jessica hugged Dillon and asked Dillon to tell her what he had done wrong. Dillon crying said " I went to the party and didn't tell Julie".

That's right Dillon. Julie is doing all this to try and help you. She isn't trying to make your life miserable. Why didn't you tell Julie you wanted to go to a party?

I don't know why i didn't tell Julie? I must of forgotten? Well she could of rescheduled your study for a different time but you act like a child who isn't responsible at all! Jessica picked Dillon up with ease and carried him to the changing table. Dillon hugging Jessica with both arms. Jessica pulled Dillons sneakers, pants and boxers off. Dillon was wondered what she was doing but didn't want another spanking so he figured he would keep his mouth shut. Jessica slid a diaper under him and powdered him than pulled the diaper up between his legs and fastened the tapes. She picked Dillon up and helped him off the table and stood him on the floor. Dillon noticed what he was wearing now, a short t shirt that stopped at the top of his diaper a diaper and socks. Why am I wearing a diaper? Where are my boxers and pants? Julie wanted to punish you like the age you are acting. Jessica picked Dillon up and carried him downstairs and set him in a high chair strapped him in than slid the tray in place. "Hey I can sit at the table?" Julie smiled as she saw Dillon. He looked like a little toddler the exact way she saw him. Julie spoke " Me alglegra que hayas podido Venice esta noche!" (I am glad you were able to make it tonight!"

Jessica had to hide her face from laughing as she fastened his bib behind his head.

Julie " Parece que tines much aprendizaje en tu future cercano!"(looks like you have lots of learning ahead)

Julie and Jessica kept Dillon at there home and had him do his classes from there. Dillon wasn't happy at all but his grades improved dramatically. Julie would teach and Jessica would help with Dillon and his studies at home. Without the need for bathroom breaks Jessica could direct all Dillons focus to his studies except for breakfast and lunch and a quick diaper change here and there. His teachers couldn't believe his progress and wished this for more of there students. One day Julie overheard a student talking of Dillon and asking for him. It was Ashley his crush he hung with at the party. When the bell rang and the students got up to leave Julie called Ashley to meet her at her desk. Ashley walked up to her desk. "Hello Ms. Fernández you wanted to see me?" Yes. Ashley. You have been a great student in my class, I wish you would speak out more! I was wondering what you would think of studying after school at my place. I have been helping Dillon with his classes. He is doing so much better.

Ashley: You know where Dillon is?

Ms. Fernández: Yes he is at my home. I enrolled him in the online classes so he could focus more and get more one on one. I didn't mean to keep him from his friends. He just wasn't very informative of telling me when he was coming to study and when he wasn't.

Ashley: So you kidnapped him?

Ms. Fernández: No, not excactly. I was helping him, but he needed more help than what we could give in the alloted time. You are welcome to see him whenever you like. For some online is a much easier way of learning, and they are often able to graduate months ahead of when they expected saving there parents $1,000s. I have been in contact with his parents who have already thanked me over and over for helping him.

Ashley: You won't kidnap me to if I come to see him?

Ms. Fernández: No, no one is kidnapping anyone? He would love to see his friends I am sure!

Ashley went off to her next class thinking of Dillon and what Ms. Fernández said. It seemed so strange Dillon not contacting any of them. She decided she would go to Ms. Fernández's house and sew what was going on herself.

Ms. Fernandez told Jessica they might have Ashley, Dillons girlfriend visiting later, and to dress Dillon appropriately. Jessica did as Julie told her and Dillon looked and smelled amazing. Jessica had told Dillon they were having a guest to the house and wanted everything to be top notch. Jessica and Dillon cleaned the house top to bottom. Jessica set the table for the 4 of them. Dillon asked Jessica where she put his high chair? Jessica told him he had been such a good boy he could sit at the table tonight. Jessica made a dish of Stromboli, Italian bread and red wine.

Ashley finished with school for the day made her way to Ms Fernández's house. Ashley rang the door bell twice before Ms. Fernández opened it.

Ms. Fernández: Hello Ashley.

Ashley: HI Ms. Fernández

Ms. Fernández: You can call me Julie please. Jessica walked over to take Ashley's coat. And this is Jessica my girlfriend. This is Ashley

Jessica: Pleased to meet you

Ashley: Nice to meet you.

Dillon came out to see who it was. When he saw it was Ashley he turned bright red.

Ashley: Hi Dillon

Dillon: Hi Ashley

Ashley ran to give Dillon a hug. How are you doing? It has been a few weeks.

Dillon: I have been good. Just been busy with school work. Jessica has been helping me alot. If it wasn't for Jessica and Julie I would have dropped out by now. He started crying.

Ashley; Now, now, Dillon. It's ok. I am very happy they have been here to help you. I have missed you though. Ashley started crying also. I thought you had left without saying goodbye. Ashley grabbed Dillons butt. What are you wearing a diaper?

Julie cut in and took Ashley to a side room. This is the reason Dillon didn't want to be with his friends. He didn't want to be made fun of. The night of the party he jumped into the pool the doctors sayed he might be incontinent the rest of his life. True friends will stay by someone through thick and thin. Will you be that for Dillon? He could really use that type of friendship. I know he loves you, do you love him?

Ashley: Crying "Yes I still love him" I didn't know he got hurt?

Julie: Can you keep this secret between us?

Ashley: Of course!

Julie: Hugs Ashley. That's great! He needs all the support we can give him. If you are open to babysitting or (aka studying) I would luv to have some nights out myself and Jessica if you wouldn't mind.

Ashley laughs. Yeah I could babysit (aka study)

Jessica: Let's all go into the kitchen and sit and eat.

Julie: That's a great idea!

Ashley held Dillons hand kissed Dillons neck and whispered I love you and I will always love you no matter what.

Dillon stopped, looked straight into Ashley's eyes. Tears running down his face. Hugged Ashley with all his might. Ashley pulled Dillon close.

Ashley; I think it's kinda cute actually. Should I check you? She patted Dillons diaper. Dillon turned three shades of purple. As he tried to pull away.

Dillon: Diapers are not my thing. I suppose I am getting used to them best I can. Please don't tell anyone!

Ashley could see how upset this made him. I won't. I never want to do anything to hurt you Dillon. You can trust me. Ashley finished hugging Dillon with a kiss on the lips. She than pulled Dillon into the kitchen. Dillon pulled Ashley's chair out for her. Jessica pulled the chair out for Julie than Dillon sat while Jessica brought everything to the table. After eating and sharing stories Ashley said she needed to go. Julie asked Ashley if she could babysit Dillon Friday night for real?

Ashley said sure what time?

Julie: 5:00 Jessica and I have tickets to a comedy show we won't be back till late. You are welcome to stay the night in our guest room. We would really appreciate this! We love Dillon but don't think he would stay awake through a late night comedy. Lol. He has been going to bed 8:00pm sharp. But you guys can stay up as late as you like. It was easier setting him up on a strict schedule for teaching him. Otherwise he wouldn't want to get up in the mornings for Jessica.

Ashley: OK, I will see you Friday 5:00pm. Bye Dillon she kissed him again. Dillon turning 3 shades of red from one little kiss. Ashley smiled thinking how cute. She felt she was falling in love with him all over again. Like Dillon was someone new, he kinda was to her. She wasn't sure what she felt. Looking at Dillon, she always stood above him. Now she would be caring for him like she had done for her nieces and nephews.

The week pressed on Ashley participated more in Julie's class. Ashley went to see Dillon every night after school. Jessica would help them both with there homework. Than Ashley and Dillon would spend there time alone on the couch watching TV. Jessica came to check on Dillons diaper he was wet. Ashley told Jessica she wanted to change his diaper.

Jessica said that was ok and told Ashley she would show her where the supplies were kept. Jessica took Ashley and Dillon into his nursery and showed her his changing table, all equipped with diapers creme, powder, oil, lotion underneath. A large crib in the corner, a rocking horse, a rocking chair, story books for small kids, a high chair, and a jolly jumper.

Ashley's eyes😳grew wide. Why do you have so much children stuff? I thought this was a medical condition?

Jessica: Yes, but before Dillon we always wanted a baby but we couldn't have one. So we made this room hoping someday we would adopt one.

Jessica picked Dillon up onto the changing table. You see. This was a dream come true for us. As well as a great help to Dillon with his schooling. Dillon fit in so well being so small for his age.

Ashley shook her head in agreement. Ashley thanked Jessica for showing her where the supplies were and Jessica left to do other work. Ashley pulled Dillons pants down. She noticed the cute designs on his abdl diapers. She slid a fresh diaper under his butt as he lifted. Ashley unfastened the tapes and wiped around his cock and balls. Ashley pulled the wet diaper out and rolled it up and tossed it into his diaper pail. She applied baby oil, as she rubbed it in she couldn't help but notice Dillons pee pee getting hard. She couldn't possibly put a diaper on this way? Ashley hopped up on to the table on top of Dillon. Ashley sat on top of Dillon and inserted his shaft into her. She rode it hard until she could hear Dillons breathe get hard and she pulled out. Still rubbing over his shaft. Ashley pulled his diaper up between his legs and fastened it in place. She continued riding him until his breathing was normal again. He shot a hot stream of sperm over his tummy which Ashley quickly licked up. She couldn't get enough of Dillon so sweet and innocent laying there willing to give himself to her in anyway she pleased. Trusting her completely with his deepest secrets. She worked her way up pulling his shirt off giving his tummy rasburries, kissing her way up to his lips. Grinding her body against his diaper. His member fighting against the fabric of the diaper to get back into her, spilling load after load of semon onto his stomach. Ashley licked his tummy again than wiped it clean with a few baby wipes. She unfastened his diaper and sprinkled some baby powder rubbed it in than fastened his diaper in place. Ashley helped Dillon off the table and pulled his pants off. Telling him he looks to cute! She needs to be able to see when he needs changing. Dillon rolls his eyes🙄. Ashley holds Dillons hand as she brings him back to the living room to watch cartoons. Ashley told Dillon, Jessica, and Julie she had to go. They sayed there goodbyes as Ashley left. Ashley had a hard time concentrating the rest of the week. She finally made it to Friday. She rang the door bell to Julie's house. Jessica let her in Dillon was in just a diaper, socks and a short shirt. Ashley hugged Dillon telling him shechad missed him so.

Jessica brought his highchair out to the kitchen and set his bib out. Julie and Jessica told Ashley if she needed anything to call one of them. Otherwise have fun! As Ashley and Dillon waved goodbye. Ashley patted Dillons diaper playfully. Ashley went to the fridge to see what there was to eat. She didn't find much except cool whip, chocolate syrup, pudding, as well as m&ms on the counter. She looked in the cupboards just jars of baby food. She She ordered pizza ,wings and soda. Than took the syrup, coolwhip, m&ms, and pudding into the nursery than called for Dillon to check his diaper. She patted his diaper. It was wet. She unfastened his diaper and wiped him clean, she placed a fresh diaper under him and rolled up his wet diaper and thew it in his diaper pal. With him laying over his fresh new diaper she poured the syrup over his pee pee, along with cool whip, m&ms and pudding than pulled his diaper up between his legs. She took his baby oil and rubbed it all over him from head to toe. She helped him down whispering in his ear if i catch you in less than 10 min. You have to eat baby food and drink baby formula. If you can keep from getting caught for greater than 10 min. You can eat pizza. Ashley chased Dillon around the house she would catch him but he easily would slip out of her grasp. She charged him laying him out on the couch Ashley kissed him. I believe captured you and its only been 4 min. I believe i will have my desert now. She unfastened his diaper and began to lick the contents in his diaper. Not wanting to waste a diaper she fastened it back up. She turned to walk in to the kitchen she heard some soft grunts. She noticed Dillon squatting down trying to hide behind the chair. She pretended not to see him. Most other girlfriends would leave after such an ordeal. Some reason she thought he looked so cute. Helplessly filling his diaper up like the little baby he had become. She went back into the kitchen and warmed up a bottle of formula. Dillon came into the kitchen to see what was for supper. As she handed the bottle to him the door bell rang. Ashley grabbed some money and asked Dillon playfully to answer it. He almost fainted. Just kidding kiddo giving Dillon some swats to his full diaper. You stay here. Ashley answered the door and payed the delivery man. Ashley came back into the kitchen and placed the pizza on the table. She picked Dillon up under his loaded diaper like a toddler and placed him in his highchair. She strapped him in than slid the tray in place. She than took the bib Jessica left out and placed it around his neck. She grabbed some squash, and roastbeef baby food and the formula and began to feed him while she ate her pizza.

Lessons in love

[heart4caitlin]

fic idea i’ve been thinking abt for a while: paige fic inspired by casual by chappell roan since she a player or whateva 🤯🤯 angsty maybe but like she better come to her senses and lock in

CAUSAL / paige bueckers

warnings : light angst , paige being dumb

pair : paige bueckers x fem!reader

wc : 758

The first time you had met Paige wasn’t at some party or social event—It was on the court. Sort of. You weren’t an athlete but worked as a videographer for the athletics department. One of your first assignments was filming their preseason promo footage for their team. Making sure to get shots of them walking out on the court and shooting some free throws.

It was during one of the shoots that she had walked in late, her blonde hair pulled back in a messy bun. She glanced over at you briefly, sending a polite smile your way before setting her stuff down and going onto the court.

As you were crouched by the baseline adjusting your camera, you heard her voice.

"Hey, you're new, right?"

You looked up, a bit startled to see her standing in front of you with a basketball in her hands, her smiling that made your stomach flip and you stood up.

"Um, yeah! First week on the job, very exciting." You managed out, trying to not be nervous.

"Well, welcome to the team then. I'm Paige." She said, extending her hand for you to shake.

"I'm Y/n! Nice to meet you, Paige."

And just like that, she was back on the court with everyone else, sparing a glance and a smirk your way a few times.

Over the next few weeks you saw Paige regularly. If it was just practice or during media days, she always went up to you and said hi, making a few jokes that would leave you flustered.

It wasn't too long before your interactions started becoming more personal. She'd linger after practice just to speak to you, asking about your favorite movies, asking about your editing skills. She'd help you with your camera supplies, making it impossible to not fall for her.

One evening after you got home, Paige had texted you.

Paige: Hey, are you free?

You: yeah, what's up?

Paige: wanna come over?

A smile was brought to your face as you grabbed your keys and bag, heading out the door.

When you got to her apartment, she opened the door in sweatpants and a white tank top, her hair a bit damp like she just got out of the shower.

The night started off slow, the both of you sitting on the couch just talking and watching a show. Eventually it turned into her asking about your editing again, being very interested in it. Somewhere between watching a movie, Paige had leaned in and kissed you-soft, warm, and tentative, like she wasn't sure if you'd pull away from her.

You didn't.

Her hand came up to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing against your skin as her lips moved against yours. When she finally pulled back, her eyes searched for yours. "Is this okay?"

"Yeah, it's more than okay." You nodded, your cheeks warm as her heart pounding in your chest. She smirked before leaning back in again, this time slower and deeper, one hand creeping to the back of your neck, keeping you close to her as the other slides up your thigh.

The movie was forgotten in the background, all you could focus on was Paige. Her soft lips on yours, her hand resting between your thighs.

You knew she didn't want anything, it was obvious. But the breaking point came a few months later after one of her games, seeing her all up on another girl messing with you, your stomach was churning in you. You told yourself it didn't matter, Paige had already made it clear what she wanted but you still couldn't push past it.

"I need to talk to you." You said, cutting to the chance once the two of you met afterwards.

"Yeah, what's up?" She smiled over you , stepping closer.

"I really don't think I can do this anymore, Paige. I-I know you made it clear what you wanted but I just can't. I want more than just a cause relationship, ya know?"

"Oh.. You know I don't want anything more. I'm not changing that." She looked away for a brief second, her jaw tightening.

"I know, and I'm not asking you to change. I'm just done though, I can't keep hurting myself for you." You said softly before turning to leave, your chest aching as your eyes well with tears. You can hear her behind you, taking a few steps as she watches you walk away.

She watches the one person she's ever wanted walk away, because she can't bring herself to speak up. 

a/n : I KNOWWW you said have her come to her senses but….

tags : @mrsarnold

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles.

Consider It Done

Prompt Day 28: Pining | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | CW: Brief Mention of Sex Acts, Steve Wanting His Nuggets, Bullshit | Tags: Future Fic, 1990s, Roommates, Friends With Benefits, Mutual Pining, Background Lumax, Platonic Stobin

"Dingus, are you listening?" 

Steve jerks his head towards Robin. He wasn't listening, he's not even sure what they were talking about. 

"Sorry, what?" Steve asks, and she's just looking at him, all-knowingly. So, her usual face.

"I said, take a picture it'll last longer," she says in his direction, and Steve jerks his head back to where he was looking. 

Eddie, holding the baby, Max and Lucas happy to have the break that Eddie's so good at providing. He was great at holding her when she was brand new, and oh so little, but now? At nearly a year, Eddie's really hitting his stride. Entertaining her, making her giggle with delight, so happy to be in his lap.

It's affected Steve more than he could have imagined. Steve loves that his nuggets are having nuggets. It doesn't seem possible, but they've grown up so much. They all have. 

And Eddie looks good, looks right, with that baby in his arms. It has just unleashed an unholy level of longing in Steve that he didn't know was even possible. 

Thing is, Steve knows that whatever they are isn't gonna be that, and he's accepted it. He really has. It's been years. They're fuck buddies. Roommates. Friends. Definitely not boyfriends, spouses or ever going to be parents together. That's not in the cards. Eddie was upfront when they fell into this thing that he wasn't ever gonna be any of those things.

Down for a good time, but not a long time.

And Steve understood. At least he thought he did, but now he's looking at Eddie holding a baby, the Eddie that he loves and shouldn't, and his heart yearns for more. 

It's been years, half-assedly together, and Steve could only guard his heart for so long.

"You're pining pretty loud," Robin hisses, and Steve tears his eyes away, focusing on her instead.

In the car on the ride home, Steve's quiet. Eddie's talking, jabbering away, and Steve loves him. Loves him more than he's ever loved anyone that isn't Robin, and as usual, he has no outlet for it. Nobody wants his love. He's a good fuck, a good friend, a good babysitter. But he's not good forever material. 

"You're awfully quiet," Eddie finally says, in between monologues.

"The baby's even cuter than the last time we saw her," Steve says. 

"Totally," Eddie agrees, "she's getting so fun."

"I want her. Well, not her. That's weird. One. I want one."

"Yeah, so you've said, Harrington. You wanted six last I knew," Eddie teases.

Six is never happening. Six was the dream of an overly optimistic nineteen-year-old. At twenty-nine, he just wants one. He wants to love others, to be loved back, wholly. Openly, freely, without feeling like he's too much.

"One would be good," Steve says.

"Well, I'm sure there's some woman out there itching to have a baby with you. You do have the good hair."

Steve laughs, because he's supposed to, but he doesn't want a baby with some random woman he doesn't know. He wants a baby with Eddie. He wants a life with Eddie, and Eddie isn't on board with that.

And Steve hates it. Hates that they are so far from the same page it isn't even funny. 

"I want a baby with you," Steve says, and then squeezes the steering wheel. Fuck. 

Eddie laughs, "Well, we don't exactly have the parts for that. But we can still practice until you find somebody better equipped."

Steve's defeated, done. "There is nobody better. I want you. You don't want me, but I want you. And yeah, it's bullshit, I know."

"Steve…" Eddie trails off.

"Just forget it."

Eddie's quiet for the rest of the ride, and Steve wonders if he's trying to decide which of them will have to move out of the apartment, just like Steve is doing. He could stay with Robin for a while, her girlfriend would welcome him on a short-term basis, he's sure.

Steve's facedown on his bed, when the door swings open. 

"I can't forget it," Eddie announces loudly. 

"Can't forget what?" Steve asks, voice muffled by his pillow. 

"That you want me," Eddie says, and if Steve wasn't already facedown on the bed, he'd want to hide from the shame of it all.

"Sorry," Steve mumbles, but he's only sorry that he's made it weird. 

"Don't be sorry, be honest," Eddie says, and Steve doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about. Steve's been honest, that's why they're in the uncomfortable situation in the first place.

He feels Eddie's knee hit the bed, and it shakes as Eddie crawls across the mattress, then he's on Steve's back. Chest to his back, his arms snaking all along Steve's exposed skin, to cover Steve's arms all the way to his hands.

Eddie's chin is slotted against his neck, touching him in all the places he can reach, and Steve hates – and loves – how much this grounds him. 

"You're in love with me?" Eddie asks. "You don't just love me as your eccentric roommate that enthusiastically sucks your cock?"

Steve laughs, the weight of Eddie pinning him to the bed.

"Well, I love that, too."

"Why didn't you say something sooner?" Eddie asks.

"You told me what this wasn't," Steve says.

Eddie lets out an indigent sound, "That was a dirty lie to protect myself, Harrington! You're supposed to know me better than that!"

He squeezes the tops of Steve's hands with his own, "I've loved you the whole time, you dickhead."

Steve wants to believe it, wants to throw everything he has into it.

He will. There's no other option.

"Well, I've loved you the whole time, too, you dickhead," Steve mimics.

Eddie laughs in his ear, pressing his lips to the side of Steve's face, "We can have a baby. We can get married. Anything you want, trust me, I want it more."

And Steve smiles into the pillow, "Okay. Let's do that."

"Consider it done, Harrington."

If you want to write your own, or go see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddieholidaydrabbles and follow along with the fun!

Notes: Special thanks to @griefabyss69 for throwing out this pining plot idea (Steve pining for a family after seeing Eddie with Lumax's baby) after I was complaining yesterday that my first fic for this prompt outgrew the 1000 word limit, and now I needed to start over last minute. That doesn't sound like me at all, does it? 🤣 (It'll work out okay, since it will also works for one of my bingo prompts, so I'll continue it for that!)

[withwritersblock]

Oh! Darling pt. 6

~Oh! Darling by The Beatles~

Author's Note: this is insanely long for honest to god no reason! I honestly don't even know what this is, didn't proof read at all, enjoy lmao Summary: Domestic life in Decemeber Warnings: mentions of blood (Quinn stick to the face) Word Count: 10,012 Quinn Hughes x fm!reader Masterlist

Christmas was always her favorite holiday. But this holiday was extra important this year. This was the first year they were parents. Although, Ellie wasn’t even a year old but they were expecting to make it the best first Christmas. 

To their surprise, Luke and Jack were flying to Vancouver to celebrate Christmas together. His parents were also flying in. Her family usually hosted the holiday for her extended family so they were unable to come up and visit. Ever since she moved to Vancouver with Quinn, she’s celebrated Christmas with him and his family.

It was Decemeber first and she was setting up the Christmas tree and decorating the whole apartment. It was a little harder now that she had a nine month old that was on the verge of standing up on her own and was starting to crawl. But she was still determined to make it beautiful. 

Ellie was sitting in a baby carrier against her chest. Ellie was falling asleep as Y/N was humming along to the Christmas song playing in the background. Her phone started vibrating in her pocket. She pulled it out to see that Quinn was FaceTiming her.

A wide grin formed to her lips as she saw it. She answered the call and held it in front of her face. Quinn smiled widely once he saw both of his girls in frame. “Hey captain,” she teased as she placed another ornament onto the tree. She delicately stepped away from the tree, carefully running her hand over the soft curls on her daughter’s head.

“How are my girls?” he asked as he placed his phone down onto the bathroom counter. Quinn adjusted the towel on his frame. She pursed her lips forward as she admired his frame for a second before she walked through the Christmas boxes.

“We are doing amazing,” she sing songed, “We pulled out all of the Christmas decorations from the storage basement just to realize that majority of our decorations are not safe for Ellie,” she explained.

“I didn’t even think about that,” he forced out as he stepped out of the frame to change. “We can always go buy new stuff,” he explained while chuckling.

Y/N hummed as she glanced down to see Ellie was asleep against her chest. “When are you guys heading to Minnesota?” she asked as she knealed down and picked up a few decorations. A small sigh fell from her lips as she placed it back into the box. 

“Tomorrow morning,” he mumbled as he reentered the frame with a pair of sweatpants on his frame. “Do you have any plans for the rest of the night, my love?” he asked as he leaned against the counter, looking towards her through the screen. Y/N stood up as she walked towards the kitchen. She continuously stroked the hairs on her daughter head. 

“I’m going to put her down for her nap and then I am going to watch some Hallmark movies while I finish decorating and cleaning,” she explained as she walked through the overwhelming stack of boxes throughout their living room. He let out a dramatic sigh as he ran a towel over his hair.

“I know I’m on a roadie but that’s not fair that you are doing that without me,” he explained as he rested the towel onto the bathroom counter. He walked out of the bathroom and practically jumped onto the bed.

She chuckled softly as she walked into the nursery and carefully adjusted the baby carrier as she slowly pulled Ellie out of it. Y/N delicately placed Ellie into the crib. Ellie stirred but remained asleep. Y/N delicately placed the baby carrier into the closest before she slipped out of the nursery. 

“Well, I was missing you and after that amazing game you had, I had to find something to do,” she explained softly. She sat down on the couch as she pouted her lips slightly.

He took a deep breath as he looked over her features. She looked exhausted. The both of them have struggled with sleeping separately since they’ve been together for so long. “I miss you too,” he let out softly as he looked over her features.

“Please tell me you won’t be gone for this long again,” she mumbled as her lips quivered slightly.

“I won’t, baby, I promise,” he said softly as he continued to look over her features. He bit his bottom lip for a second before he took a deep breath. “Let me see the decorations,” he asked trying to keep her mind off of the fact that they haven’t seen each other in ten days.

A soft smile formed onto her lips as she stood up from the couch switching the camera to show off the decorations. “Ignore the boxes–”

~~~

It was late, well into the night and she was fighting sleep. She wanted to be awake when he got home since it has been thirteen days since she last saw him. But it was past two in the morning and it was safe to say that she was asleep.

She was exhausted, she could never sleep good with him away on roadies. Their daughter seemed to struggle to sleep with him gone too. But tonight she didn’t struggle at all to fall asleep.

Quinn stepped into their bedroom to see her sound asleep on top of the comforter. He smiled softly as he delicately shut the door behind him. She stirred slightly but was still asleep. He smiled softly as he rolled his suitcase to a corner of the room before he walked towards the bed.

Delicately, he ran his hand up and down her arm. “Goregous,” he whispered as he watched her slowly start to wake up. Her eyes flickered open slowly. “Hey baby,” he whispered again as he brushed a few pieces of hair away from her face.

“Quinny,” she whispered as she sat up slightly, looking into his eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck urgently. “I’ve missed you,” she whispered into his ear before he climbed on top of her frame. She giggled as he laid on top of her. Slowly, her fingers found his hair and started running through it. 

For a while he didn’t reply. Instead, he kept running his hand up and down her side as he pressed his lips against her skin. Her hand started gliding up and down his back, he hummed before he pressed his lips against her neck.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” he mumbled before he rolled off of her body. He laid onto his side as he looked over her features. Quinn reached his hand over taking a hold of her waist as he pulled her towards him. “How’s Ellie baby?” he asked softly. 

She rolled onto her side to face him as she reached over and rested her hand onto his cheek. “She’s been waking up in the middle night every night this week,” she mumbled. He frowned slightly as his hand glided beneath her shirt to feel her skin against his hand. 

“I’m sorry, my love,” he whispered as he looked deeply into her eyes, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here,” he mumbled as he continued to glide his hand up and down her back. Her thumb caressed the skin of his cheek; his stubble from his beard rough against her thumb. 

“Don’t apologize,” she inched towards him, “It’s part of the deal, right?” she mumbled. 

“I guess,” he muttered before he inched towards her, “You know what else is a part of the deal?” he asked softly. She hummed as he leaned towards her, kissing her desperately.  She giggled against his lips as she glided her hand to the base of his neck. 

Slowly, she rolled back onto her back as Quinn climbed on top of her. He slowly took a hold of her thigh as he held himself up with his other hand. Her hands ran through his hair, tugging the strands slightly. 

“Ellie will be up in a few hours,” he whispered as he pulled away, “Do you want to go back to bed or–” she interrupted him by kissing him again. He smiled into the kiss.

A few minutes went by and Ellie started crying, through the baby monitor. Quinn pulled away, chuckling as he rolled onto his side. “How does she always know?” she let out while covering her face with her hands before she began to sit up. Quinn rested his hand onto her stomach for a moment as he sat up.

“Go to sleep, my love, I’ll grab her,” he mumbled as he quickly pecked her lips before he climbed over her. He spun around meeting her gaze for a moment before he continued towards the door.

“Okay, love,” she mumbled as she took a deep breath as she climbed under the covers. She reached over and turned the baby monitor towards her to see her daughter.

He jogged out of the bedroom towards the nursery. Slowly, he pushed the door open to see Ellie sitting up and crying. “Hey darling,” he let out softly. Ellie’s eyes widened and soon stopped crying. A coo fell from her lips once she saw Quinn. She reached over to the bars of her crib and used it to stand up. His eyes widened as he watched her pull to stand. “Look at you strong girl,” he said while smiling.

He reached down and lifted her up, “Were you upset that Momma was getting all of my attention?” he asked as he walked over to the rocking chair in the nursery. He sat down as he held her tightly to his chest. Slowly, he rocked back and forth looking down towards his little girl. 

Almost instantaneously, Ellie started to fall back asleep in Quinn’s arms. He delicately ran his hand over her hair. Quinn kept admiring his daughter as he continued to rock back and forth. “You have got no idea what is in store for you,” he began as he watched her eyes continue to flicker shut. 

“Christmas is like the biggest deal to your Momma. We’re taking you to see Santa and we’re going to go see all the Christmas lights. Uncle Jack and Uncle Luke are flying in for Christmas and Grandma and Grandpa will be here. You are going to be so spoiled, my love,” he whispered soothingly. 

After a few more minutes Ellie was completely asleep in his arms. Quinn reached over to the giant pillow beside the rocking chair, carefully laying the pillow over his lap. He adjusted it so that Ellie can be more comfortable in his arms as he looked back down towards her.

“I’ve missed you so much baby girl,” he whispered softly as he ran his hand over her tiny head. Leaning down, he delicately kissed the top of her head.

Quinn didn’t plan to fall asleep in the rocking chair, but he also fell asleep so fast. He was just happy to be home. Even though he was asleep, he knew that Ellie would be secure in his arms for the whole night. 

~~~

Tonight for the first time since the first game of the season, she was able to attend the game. Riley had offered to watch Ellie for the night so that she could go to the game. Y/N sat beside Natalie as it was starting. 

“How’s Ellie doing?” Natalie asked as she breifly met Y/N’s gaze before looking back towards the ice. Y/N smiled softly as she watched the puck drop. 

“She’s amazing. Had some sleep regression over the last month or so but she’s doing better. I mean Quinn comes home and she sleeps no problem,” she explained, a soft chuckle leaving her lips as she watched Quinn go for the puck. 

“They always know, even when their that little,” she said while smiling.

Suddenly, a stick flies up and hits him in the face and he instantly falls onto the ice. Y/N stood up as her heart sank. Her eyes widened as she stared towards him laying on the ice with blood pouring from his face. 

He delicately reached his hand up to touch his face and the blood continued to fall from his face. Her hands started shaking as she continued to watch him lay there.

“Y/N,” Natalie said softly as she reached over and took a hold of Y/N’s arm. She looked down and met Natalie’s gaze and sat down as her lips started to quiver. “He’s up,” she reassured as he stood up from the ice, holding his jersey towards his face as he skated towards the bench. Leaving a collection of blood behind. 

The Tampa player was instantly sent to the box as the ice team came out to clean the ice. Pressing her lips together, she stared towards the collection of blood on the ice as Natalie continued to hold her arm tightly. In an attempt to keep her grounded. The other Vancouver players were surrounding the bench talking to Rick in the process. 

“That was a lot of blood,” she mumbled as she shifted her gaze towards Natalie. The other WAGs were all looking in her direction, seeing if she was okay. Y/N was antsy, trying to figure out how severe it was.

“It was but faces bleed a lot, it’s most likely a cut and nothing too severe,” Natalie tried to explain reassuringly. Y/N nodded as she glanced down towards her phone, waiting to see if there was a message from Quinn but instead she received a text from Riley. It was basically asking on how severe the high sticking was, since the broadcast went to commercial pretty quickly. All she was able to reply was that it didn’t look good.

Without knowing if Quinn was okay, the game proceeded on with a four minute power play. 

The first period dragged on as she waited to see if he was okay. He didn’t text her, probably was unable to get a hold of his phone while he was getting looked at. It was not the first time something like this has happened. Her eyes were not glaring towards the action on the ice, instead she was staring towards the tunnel trying to see if Quinn returned to the bench.

“I’m going to assume no message is a good sign,” she mumbled towards Natalie, “He’s probably getting stitched up and he’ll be okay, right?” she asked, not to Natalie directly, more of a general statement.

“I’d say so,” Natalie stated as she squeezed Y/N’s hand. Natalie’s grip tightened as she pointed towards the action on the ice, “Is that Quinn?” she questioned. Y/N’s posture straightened as she stared towards the blue line trying to make out if it was in fact him. 

Y/N raised her hand to her chest as she let out a sigh, “Thank god,” she muttered as she saw the full bubble shield on his face. “It can’t be that bad if he’s back, right?” she asked softly as she took Natalie’s hand.

“No, no–he’s probably fine,” Natalie replied as she squeezed Y/N’s hand. “He looks like he hasn’t missed a shift,” she reassured. 

“Right,” Y/N expressed softly as she watched Quinn skate across the blue line. It was true, he looked like he hasn’t missed a beat. “He must be in so much pain,” she mumbled as she watched him go back to the bench and hang his head. There was a moment, she thought he was going to head back down the tunnel, but he tilted his head  back up. Her gaze flickered up towards the jumbotron that was focused on Quinn on the bench. It was hard to tell but it was evident that it was bad. So bad that he probably wasn’t supposed to be back on the ice. But Quinn wouldn’t let a swollen cut up lip and a helluva lot of pain hold him back.

The following shift, Quinn shot towards the net and scored. Y/N jumped out of her seat and tossed her hands into the air. Natalie jumped up and turned towards Y/N to give her a hug. Her phone started vibrating in her pocket, she pulled it out to see Quinn’s mom calling her. 

She brought the phone towards her ear, “Did it look worse in person?” Ellen asked over the phone. 

“It felt like he was laying on the ice forever,” Y/N said as she sat back down as she watched Quinn skate back onto the bench.

“It’s already swollen to hell,” Ellen stated as she was definitely pacing back and forth. 

“I can’t believe he’s playing,” Y/N mumbled as she watched the puck drop again. She kept her gaze on Quinn on the bench. His gaze was up, watching the ice; almost as if nothing happened.

Despite Quinn’s best efforts, the game ended in a 4-2 loss. Y/N was quick to leave their section to head down towards the locker room and the parking garage. 

She was anxiously waiting for him to come out of the locker room. Usually, Quinn was the last person to trickle out of the locker room. It was part of being captain but it was also part of being a Hughes. But she had a feeling he would leave the locker room pretty early.

He was the first one out of the locker room. He had his head low, his hair was damp as his hoodie was covering his head. He had a pair of shorts on his frame. His hands were deep into his pocket as he walked towards her like a sick puppy. Her lips quivered as she tried to look towards his face.

“Quinny,” she whispered as he walked up towards her. Slowly, he lifted his head, avoiding her gaze. “Oh my god,” she mumbled as she reached her hand up to delicately take a hold of his cheek. He flinched away. She pulled her hand away. 

“My entire head hurts,” he mumbled through the swollen lip. She nodded as she reached up and delicately wrapped her arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he carefully rested his chin onto her shoulder. “Can you drive?” he asked. 

“Of course,” she mumbled as she ran her fingers through his hair. After a few seconds, she pulled away to take a hold of his hand as she guided him through the parking garage. “Did they test you for a concussion?” she asked softly as she glanced behind him.

“I’m good,” he muttered.

Once they reached the car, he hopped into the passenger seat and handed over the keys to her. He pulled the hood off of his head as he ran his fingers through his hair. Just the action sent a statistic of pain all over his head and down his neck. She began to blast heat into the car as she turned to face him. 

“Anything I can do?” she asked softly as she looked over his features. He tilted his head to the side to meet her gaze, his eyes were also starting to bruise from the impact. He simply shook his head as he reached his hand over and squeezed her thigh for a moment.

~~~

The following few days Quinn was trying to be positive but it was hard when at every waking moment his face was pulsing from pain. Tonight, he was playing against the Panthers and he was exhausted. His face was still extremely swollen and he was constantly in pain. But he was doing his best to keep his spirits up.

He was walking out of the bedroom with Ellie on his side as he was attempting to fix his collar. “Baby, are you stopping for coffee or do you want me to make you a cup?” she called out from the kitchen. 

“Can you make me one?” he questioned, his voice was still muffled from the stitches and how swollen his lip still was. She hummed happily as she reached into the cabinet to take out one of their many travel mugs.

Quinn leaned down and placed Ellie into the chair bouncer. Her tiny feet hit the ground and she instantly started bouncing in the seat. Quinn tried to smile, out of habit, but his face erupted in pain in the process.

“I cannot fucking wait until this is healed,” he mumbled as he walked towards the kitchen. She placed the coffee mug beneath the Kureg and started it. She spun around, resting her hands onto the countertop. “All I want to do right now is kiss my beautiful girlfriend but I can’t,” he mumbled as he rested his hands onto her waist.

“Soon,” she mumbled as she delicately ran her hand across his cheek softly. He looked into her eyes softly as he tilted his head to the side. A smirk toyed to her lips while she leaned towards him, delicately pressing her lips against his cheek. 

“Baby,” he let out. She tilted her head to the side as she slowly trailed her lips down his neck. “I’m about to leave,” he mumbled as he ran his hand through her hair. Y/N continued to kiss along his jawline and his neck, “Y/N,” he muttered. 

“Just because you can’t kiss me doesn’t mean I can’t kiss you,” she whispered into his ear. She delicately pressed her lips against his cheek. He shut his eyes as he swallowed harshly. She ran her hand across his neck as she ran her thumb across his jawline. Her lips pressed against the skin beneath his ear on his other side of his neck. 

“You and our daughter have an impeccable skill of bad timing,” he mumbled and she giggled as she spun around to finish getting his coffee together. Quinn delicately glided his hands along her hips as she covered the black coffee with it’s lid. He continued to glide his hands along her frame. “Such bad timing. How am I supposed to focus now?” he asked as his hand ran along the small of her back.

“Good luck tonight, Captain,” she mumbled as she held the travel mug up towards him.

“Thank you, my love,” he whispered as he raised his hand up and delicately ran his hand across her cheek. “I’ll see you when I get home,” he mumbled before he walked back towards the living room to say goodbye to Ellie. “Sleep good tonight, Darling,” he whispered as he ran his hand over her head. Ellie babbled as she watched Quinn walk away from her. 

“Please tell me you are still wearing the bubble?” she asked as he walked towards the door. 

“Yes, until the swelling is completely down,” he said as he took a hold of the door handle. 

“Or forever!” she said with a wide grin. He shook his head slowly fighting a painful grin.

“Not gonna happen,” he let out before he slipped out of the apartment. 

She huffed before she walked back towards the living room. “Hi baby girl!” she said cheerfully as she walked towards the couch. 

“I wish he would protect his very pretty face, but no your Daddy doesn’t think wearing the bubble is cool,” she explained towards Ellie, pretending that she could understand what Y/N was saying. “Very pretty face that has been damaged enough over the last few years you would think that being cool is overrated. But who am I to say, right baby girl?” 

~~~

Tonight was the last night before Quinn was heading back on the road. His lip was finally starting to look and feel better. The stitches were still beneath his lip. Ellie was asleep in her nursery. He was icing his lip as he was laying on the bed watching his brothers’ game. 

They were up by two goals in the second period. Y/N emerged from the bathroom only a towel covering her frame. Quinn shifted his gaze towards her, his eyes widened slightly. She smirked as she walked towards the bed, holding the towel tightly to her chest. 

“How’s the lip?” she asked softly, he pulled the ice pack away from his lip. It was still swollen but it was so much better. “Look at that,” she mumbled as she delicately pressed her lips against his cheek. 

“It means you can kiss me now, you know,” he explained, smiling slightly. She rolled her eyes.

“Put the ice pack back on your lips please,” she teased before she began to walk towards the closet. 

“Come on,” he mumbled as he smirked. She shook her head as she slowly began to walk into the closet. Reluctantly, he put the ice pack back onto his lip as he shifted his gaze back towards the TV. 

After several minutes, she reemerged from the closet wearing a matching dark blue satin pajama set. He shifted his gaze towards her as he scanned her frame. She walked towards the bed and climbed onto his lap. His eyes widned slightly as his free hand delicately rested onto the side of her thigh. His thumb glided along the skin almost teasingly.

“How do you feel?” she asked softly. He pulled the ice pack away from his face, but she immediately forced his hand up. He chuckled as he rolled his eyes playfully. 

“It feels good, the stitches are almost gone which means I’m almost healed. Which means my girlfriend can kiss me,” he muttered as he forced the ice pack away from his face. She rested her hands onto the base of his neck as her thumbs glided along his skin. Her lips fell into a pout, almost afraid.

“Your lips are–like–cold,” she let out softly. He chuckled as he fought a grin. He leaned towards her, kissing her collarbone. She leaned back as goosebumps erupted all over her body. She gasped, “Quinn,” she forced out while grinning.

He smirked again as he tilted his head back against the pillow as he scanned her features. Taking in a deep breath, she took the ice pack from his hand and rested it onto the end table. Y/N glided her thumb across his bottom lip as she looked deeply into his eyes. 

He looked up towards her, almost desperately. “I haven’t kissed you in nine days. Nine days and I am tired of it, so please let me kiss you,” he practically begged. She reached towards the remote beside her and quickly pointed it behind it to turn off the game. He smirked as he scanned her features. 

“If it hurts–” she mumbled. He hummed as he took a hold of her neck and pulled her towards him. He pressed his lips against hers urgently. It had been nine long excruciating days without feeling her lips on his and he so desperately needed her lips on his. “Quinn,” she mumbled against his lips.

His hand ran through her hair, “I promise I’ll tell you if it hurts,” he mumbled before he leaned towards her, kissing her softly. “But right now, this is the best I’ve felt in weeks,” he mumbled as he glided his hand along her neck. “Please,” he mumbled as his gaze flickered down towards her lips. 

“We have to wake Ellie up from her nap in fifteen minutes,” she mumbled as she glided her thumb across his bottom lip. 

“Let me kiss you for fifteen minutes, then,” he offered as he raised his eyebrows. She smirked slightly before she leaned towards him, kissing him hesitantly. He hummed against her lips as he deepened the kiss. Slowly, he took a hold of her thigh as he carefully guided her to lay onto her back. Quinn climbed on top of her as he continued to kiss her urgently.

After several minutes, his pulled back as he scanned her features, his nose bumped against hers for a second as he smirked. 

“I’ve missed you,” she muttered as she glided her hand along his neck. He hummed as he delicately pressed his lips against hers. Her lips started quivering slightly. His eyes widened as tilted his head back slightly.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked as he rolled onto his side. His hand rested onto her hip, pulling her towards him. Quickly, her hands wiped the sudden tears falling from her eyes. She rolled onto her side to meet his gaze, his hand rested onto her hip as he glided his hand up and down her side.

“I don’t know,” she mumbled. 

“Hey,” Quinn let out softly as he took a hold of her chin, forcing her to meet his eye. “What’s going on?” he asked he glided his thumb across her skin.

“I’m just tired all of the time,” she mumbled as she took in a deep breath, “And I miss you all of the time. Even when your–like–right here,” she said as he wiped a tear that fell onto her cheek.

“What can I do?” he asked softly, he pressed his lips together slightly as he was trying not to let his eyes get teary.

“I don’t know,” she let out as she took in a shaky breath. A few seconds went by of Quinn simply running his fingers through her hair, trying to relax her. “Can I say something that may make you mad?” 

“I’ll never be mad about anything you’re feeling,” he whispered before he pressed his lips against her forehead. He carefully glided his hand across her hair for a while as he waited for her to talk again.

“Sometimes, I wish you worked a normal job so that you were home more often,” she whispered almost embarrassed. 

Quinn’s eyes shut harshly as he felt as though a dagger went through his chest. The thought always went through his mind. He never realized that she was struggling, how the hell didn’t he know? He wanted to be home, of course he wanted to be there. The thought was constantly on his mind of wanting to be home and work a typical 9-5. 

“But then I think who can say their baby daddy is the captain of the Canucks,” she let out jokingly. He chuckled as he rolled his eyes playfully.

“That’s true,” he mumbled before he delicately pressed his lips against her forehead. “I’m sorry,” he let out softly, unsure of what else to say.

She lifted her head up to meet his gaze, smiling softly she looked over his features. “Don’t apologize, my love,” she whispered as she sniffled. “You know, maybe I’m just sad that I haven’t been able to kiss you because of the stupid stick,” she said light heartedly. 

He forced a small smile, “I wish I was home more too,” he muttered, “I mean I hate to think that you’re struggling and I’m not here to help you,” he said as he brushed a few pieces of hair behind her ear.

“Most days are good–great even. But the days that are hard…” she trailed off as she looked into his eyes while blinking away a few tears. 

“I wish there was more I could do, my love,” he whispered.

“Everything you’re doing right now is perfect,” she mumbled before she rested her head onto his chest.

“I think I just got used to you being here over the summer,” she expressed softly. 

“I got used to it too,” he mumbled as he pressed his lips to the top of her head. “Of course when I have long home game stretch, I get a stick to the mouth and I can’t even kiss you for the entire time I’m home,” he mumbled, almost jokingly. 

A soft chuckle fell from her lips as she lifted her head up and looked over his features. Her eyes landed on his lips, “I think I didn’t realize how much I needed that,” she mumbled as she dragged her thumb across his bottom lip. He humed as he took a delicate hold of her neck.

“Can you go back to kissing me?” she asked softly. He swallowed harshly as he scanned over her features. She took a shaky breath. “Remember like ten minutes ago when you begged me to kiss you because your lip was feeling better. I’m feeling better now so please kiss me,” she expressed softly as she looked over his features. 

He pursed his lips forward as he scanned her features. He nodded. Delicately, he leaned towards her kissing her so softly. Almost hesitantly as he glided his hand from her cheek down towards her neck, carefully taking a hold. “Two minutes and we have to get Ellie,” she mumbled against his lips. 

“Enjoy these two minutes before we have to go be responsible parents,” he mumbled back. She smirked as she rolled her eyes playfully as she kissed him more urgently. 

~~~

The following morning, Quinn was sitting on the plane to Utah as he was contemplating on making a decision that might make Y/N mad. JT sat beside him, holding his fist out for a fist bump. Quinn gave him a fist bump before he shifted his gaze back towards his lap.

“Are you good?” JT asked softly. Quinn lifted his head up and nodded. “You sure?” he double down. Quinn took a deep breath.

“I gotta make a call,” Quinn muttered as he walked passed him. He walked towards the back of the plane as he brought his phone towards his ear. It only rang for a few seconds before Riley answered.

“Quinn, how can I help you?” she asked, an evident smile on her lips.

“Can you do me a favor?” he asked softly.

“Yeah?” she asked nervously.

“Can you spend the night with Y/N? I think she could use the company,” Quinn asked as he glanced towards the handful of players that hopped onto the plane.

“What’s wrong? Is she okay?” Riley asked quickly.

He took a deep breath as he tilted his gaze towards the ceiling. “She’s been struggling with me being gone and other stuff. So I was thinking if you were there, sh–she would feel better,” he explained. 

“Yeah, definitely. I’ll be there in an hour. Is it bad?” she questioned. 

“I don’t know, she wouldn’t really go into detail but if you could just make sure she sleeps, that would be amazing,” he expressed. 

“Absolutely I will,”

“Thank you, Riley, really,” he mumbled out as he glanced towards their coach who was making his seat. Which meant they were getting ready to take off. 

“I’ve got her, go win your games,” she let out teasingly. He chuckled before they hung up the phone. He nodded again before he manouvered through the walkway back towards his seat. He inched passed JT before he sat back down, tilting his head against the head rest.

“What’s going on, Huggy?” he asked softly. Quinn lifted his head up as he took a deep breath. 

“Y/N’s struggling,” he let out, keeping his gaze in front of him. “There’s literally nothing I can do because I don’t know how to help her,” Quinn explained. “I just feel like a dick because I haven’t seen it and I should’ve seen that’s she’s struggling,” 

An hour later, Riley knocked onto Y/N’s apartment holding an overnight bag in her hand. 

It didn’t take long for her to pull the door open. “Riley? What are you doing here?” she asked as she stepped aside. Riley walked into the apartment, keeping the bag in her hand. “Did Quinn send you? I told him I was fine,” she expressed as she walked towards Ellie and the little bouncer she was sitting in. 

“He might’ve said something,” she explained as she placed her overnight bag onto the countertop.

“Riley, I’m fine,” she mumbled as she pulled Ellie from the bouncer and held her to her side. 

“Do you want to talk about it with someone who’s not the father of your child and the love of your life?” Riley asked as she held her hands out, begging to take Ellie from her. Y/N smiled softly as she happily handed Ellie towards Riley. 

Y/N took a deep breath as she rubbed her eyes. “I think I shattered his heart last night,” she mumbled. Riley’s eyes widened as she swayed side to side with Ellie attached to her hip.

“What?” Riley asked somewhat shocked.

Y/N took in a deep breath as she watched Ellie rest her tiny head against Riley’s shoulder. “I told him that sometimes I wish he worked a normal job. Which I know that all he wants is to be home with us. And I think telling him that all I want is for him to be home too, shattered his heart a little bit,” she explained getting teary eyed. 

“Y/N,”

“But he’s Quinn, he wouldn’t be Quinn if he didn’t do this for a living. He’s an amazing dad and he’s just perfect and I feel like I’m failing him,” she explained as she took in a shaky breath. 

“Oh honey,” Riley mumbled before she took a step towards her and wrapped her arm around Y/N’s body. “You are not failing him. You are amazing,” she mumbled. “And who can say their baby daddy is the captain of the Canucks,” she let out teasingly.

Y/N laughed nervously as she wiped her hand across her cheeks, “I made that joke to him,” she mumbled. “I just miss him,” she sat down onto the barstool before she leaned her head against the countertop.

“Just because Ellie is here now, doesn’t mean you two can’t be Y/N and Quinn,” Riley offered before she bounced Ellie on her side. “I know that’s what you miss,” Riley mumbled. 

She was right but Y/N never wanted to admit it. Sometimes, she wished that it was just her and Quinn. Of course she loved her daughter but alone time with Quinn was so limited that she felt as though she was losing him. 

“When he comes home from the Vegas game, I’ll take Ellie to my place and you two can have a full night alone,” she said, raising her eyebrows dramatically. Y/N laughed dryly before rolling her eyes. “How’s his face by the way?” 

“It’s better an–and I think I would like that, Ri. If it’s a genuine offer,”

“It’s always a genuine offer,” Riley expressed as she lifted Ellie into the air, blowing a raspberry against her tiny stomach. Ellie erupted into laughter. “Look at this cutie, of course I’ll happily take her off your hands for a few nights,” she mumbled. 

“Thanks Riley,” she let out softly. “I gotta put her down for a nap,” Y/N offered as she began to reach for her daughter again.

“I’ve got it, you go take a nap too,” Riley instructed as she began walking towards the hallway that had the nursery and her bedroom. “And don’t you dare say you’re not tired because I know you,”  

Y/N forced out a dry chuckle as she followed her. “Thank you, Ri,” she mumbled as she turned the corner towards her bedroom. 

~~~

Tonight was the last game before the holiday break. His parents and his brothers were going to be staying at an Airbnb near their apartment. His parents were already in town, sitting in her living room, soaking in their granddaughter. While Jack and Luke’s game was on the TV screen. Quinn was in the kitchen making everyone a late breakfast. While Y/N was still asleep. 

The Devils game went to commercial break as Ellen was standing up from the couch. Ellie was sitting on Jim’s lap staring towards the TV, watching the game as well. Ellen walked into the kitchen, smiling towards her eldest son. 

“Y/N still asleep?” she asked softly. Quinn lifted his gaze slightly, humming as he kept his attention towards the eggs in the giant pan.

“Ellie would only fall asleep if Y/N was holding her last night, so Y/N didn’t get much sleep,” Quinn explained before he switched his attention towards the bacon in the oven. 

“Did you sleep?” Ellen asked as she looked into his tired eyes. 

“A little,” he mumbled.

“Quinn,”

“Y/N’s more important,” Quinn let out simply before he continued to make the breakfast. “She’s gotta get some sleep, I’ll take my pregame nap later. I’ll be fine, Mom,” he let out quickly as he shut the oven. Ellen nodded as she looked over her eldest son.

“Quinn, you need to sleep too,” Ellen offered, “What if I finish this and you go get some sleep,” 

Quinn tilted his head back and met her gaze as he took a deep breath. “I’ll be fine, Mom, I promise,” he expressed as he continued to stir the eggs in the giant pan. 

“There’s a nursery at the Airbnb, you should let us take Elliana for the night and you two can catch up on sleep,” she offered. Quinn smiled softly as he took a deep breath.

“We’d like that actually,” he mumbled as he met his mom’s gaze. 

After fifteen minutes, the food was finally done and they were sitting at the dining table eating. Ellie was trying to grab the small pieces of eggs and strawberries. Quinn sat beside her as he was eating his own food; helping her every so often. Soft giggles and babbles fell from her lips as she attempted to feed herself the food. 

“I promised to stop asking this question years ago but are we going to see a ring soon?” Ellen asked teasingly. Quinn chuckled with a mouthful of food. He tilted his head back as he rolled his eyes playfully. 

“I have strict instructions to wait until she’s done with her master’s,” he let out while fighting off a grin.

“You can still give her a ring, you know,” Ellen prompted teasingly as she delicately ran her hand over Ellie’s head.

“I’ve been looking at some actually,” Quinn said nonchalantly. His mom’s eyes widened as she clapped her hands excitedly. “I need Riley’s help on making it a surprise,” he explained as he looked over his little girl, happily enjoying strawberries. She danced a little while eating exactly like Y/N. “But definitely soon,” he said with a teasing grin on his lips.

“Good, finally,” Jim muttered while laughing. “In case you were wondering, the marriage part comes first usually,” he let out teasingly as he started making funny faces towards Ellie. She bursted out laughing.

“Ha–ha,” Quinn mumbled as he handed another small piece of strawberry. “But she’s pretty great, huh?” he let out as he looked over Ellie for a second before he looked towards his father.

“Oh definitely,” Ellen mumbled as she smiled softly. Her eyes widened as she saw Y/N emerge from the hallway. 

Quinn turned his head around, meeting her gaze. “Hey, my love,” Quinn let out softly as he stood up from the chair walking towards her. She smiled as she rubbed the sleep form her eyes. “How’d you sleep?” he asked as he delicately rested his hand onto her hip. 

She glanced towards his parents, who’s attention were solely on Ellie. “Better if you were with me,” she mumbled as she leaned towards him, kissing his cheek delicately. He smiled softly as he quickly pulled her towards his chest. 

“My parents are going to watch Ellie tonight,” he let out softly as he ran his hand through her hair as her head was rested against his chest. 

“Really?” she asked hesistantly.

“Said we could catch up on sleep,” he whispered against her hair. She hummed against his chest as she tilted her head back meeting his gaze. “Or we could do other stuff,” he mumbled before he slipped away from her. She let out a sudden laugh before she followed him towards the dining table.

“How are you doing, honey?” Ellen asked Y/N as she walked towards the table. Y/N smiled softly as she sat down beside Quinn. 

“I’m alright,” she mumbled as she looked towards her little girl struggling to pick up some strawberries. Quinn shifted his attention towards Ellie and instantly assisted his little girl, holding it towards her to take. “I’m happy you guys are here,” she mumbled as she looked towards her in-laws. They might as well already have the label.

“We are too,” Jim expressed before he brought more food towards his mouth. Quinn looked towards Y/N, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“There’s food left, gorgeous,” he explained. She shook her head as she pursed her lips forward.

“I’m okay,” she mumbled as she pressed her lips against his cheek. He nodded slightly before he pressed his lips together. “I’ll eat in a little bit,” she promised. 

~~~

The game ended in a win for the Canucks and for the night Jim and Ellen took Ellie to their Airbnb. This was the first night in months where they were alone. The last few times Riley has come over a handful of nights to baby sit and sleep on the couch. But this was the first time they were alone. 

After the game, Luke happily took sleeping Ellie in his arms towards the car that Jim and Ellen rented. There was a car seat in the back that was perfect for Ellie. Luke was overjoyed to spend all of the time in the world with his niece.

Quinn was sprailed out on their bed. It was late. Usually they were worried about getting enough sleep before. But now, they had all the time in the world, almost. 

She entered the room with her light pink satin pajama set as she ran her fingers through her hair. He smiled softly as he scanned her frame. She fought a grin forming to her lips as she walked towards the bed. Her heart was beating out of her chest, she didn’t know truly know why.

“Hey Momma,” he let out teasingly as he reached towards her. He rested his hand onto her waist. Rolling her eyes playfully before she delicately took a hold of his arm.

“Have you spoken to your mom, is El doing okay?” Y/N asked quietly as she subconsciously ran her hand up and down his arm. 

“Last time I checked, my mom said that Ellie was sleeping like a champ,” Quinn offered as he reached towards her pulling her closer to him from her waist. Y/N nodded as she nervously climbed over him and laid beside him. 

Quickly, Quinn rolled onto his side to face her. He brushed a few pieces of hair away from her face. The corner of her lips curled upward as she looked deeply into his eyes. After a few seconds she rolled away from him reaching for her phone on her nightstand. 

“I’m going to call her and check–” she began but Quinn quickly interrupted her by reached towards her and pulling her towards him. He pulled her against her chest as he looped his arms around her stomach. Delicately, he pressed his lips against her neck.

“She’s okay,” he whispered into her ear. “They have everything they need,” he continued to comfort her as he ran his hand across her stomach. “Relax,” he whispered before he pressed his lips against her skin.

“Quinn,” she let out softly as her lips fell into a pout.

“Nope, we are relaxing,” he mumbled against her skin as he glided his hand down her side slowly. Her breath caught in her throat as she shut her eyes. His hand dipped beneath her shirt while gliding along her stomach. 

“But–”

“No but,” he trailed off as she rolled onto her back. Quinn was still laying on his side  as he was scanning her features. Slowly, he reached his hand up and delicately took a hold of his cheek. His thumb glided along her cheek. “I’m going to kiss you now,” he began as he leaned towards her kissing her so softly.

She hummed against his lips as she glided her hands through his hair. Quinn slowly climbed on top of her as he began to toy with the buttons of her pajama top. He pulled away for a moment as he looked over her features. A soft smile formed on her lips as she glided her thumb over his stubble. 

He smiled, “What?” he let out barely above a whisper. She pursed her lips forward as she continued to run her hand along his cheek. 

“You’re amazing, you know that?” she let out as she continued to look over his features. Her hand rested on the base of his neck. He pecked her lips briefly.

“I do,” he let out teasingly. She rolled her eyes playfully as she pushed his head away from her. He chuckled before he looked over her features. “Please let me make you feel good,” he mumbled before he delicately kissed her lips. 

“Yes please,” she mumbled against his lips as she instantly started tugging at the shirt covering his frame. He hummed as he pulled away from her, pulling his shirt from his frame. Her hands instantly glided along his skin as he climbed back on top of her, kissing her desperately.

~~~

Christmas Eve finally arrived and his family were on their way over to their apartment with their daughter. Y/N was standing in the bathroom, applying the last little details to her makeup. Today, they were finally going to take Ellie to see Santa. Quinn refused to go until his lip healed which meant Christmas Eve it was. 

It worked out that the team sponsored an event where the players could bring their kids to go see Santa on Christmas Eve. So it was perfect. Quinn walked into the bathroom adjusting the dark blue sweater on his frame.

“Hey gorgeous,” he mumbled as he rested his hand onto her waist as he met her gaze through the mirror. She smiled softly as she turned around, placing the mascara beside her as she looked into his eyes. 

“Hey pretty boy,” she mumbled as she rested her hands onto the base of his neck. Quinn leaned towards her, kissing her softly as he tightened his grip along her waist. “Thank you,” she said as she pulled away.

Before he could reply, their door was pushed open and his entire family walked into the apartment. He pecked her lips briefly again before he slipped away from her. He walked out of the bathroom, down the hall towards the living room to see his family awkwardly standing in the center of the living room. Quinn instantly searched for his little girl to see Jack holding her on his side. 

“Hey guys,” he let out happily, walking directly towards Jack to take his daughter into hsi arms. “Hi Darling,” he let out, his voice softer. He happily stole her frome Jack’s arm as he pressed his lips to her tiny forehead. “How’d she treat you guys?” he asked softly as he held Ellie to his side. 

“She was an absolute angel,” Ellen offered excitedly.

“An angel?” Quinn let out excitedly as he bounced her slightly. “Thank you for last night,” he expressed as he looked towards his parents. 

“Of course,” Jim offered before he wandered towards the couch with Ellen following in pursuit. “You look like you got some sleep finally,” he expressed.

Quinn raised his eyebrows as he nodded fighting off a grin, “Yeah, we did,” he let out as he walked towards the kitchen. Jack and Luke followed after him. Quinn opened the fridge to take out a bottle for Ellie. Quinn shifted his gaze towards his brothers who were fighting off grins. “What?” he let out softly as he shook the bottle slightly. Ellie was happily reaching towards it. 

“Got some sleep, huh,” Jack whispered as he was grinning. Quinn rolled his eyes as he walked towards the bottle warmer and dropped the bottle inside of it. He put it on for thirty seconds. 

“Shut up,” Quinn let out softly while a blush soon formed to his cheeks. 

“What did you guys do instead?” Luke let out sarcastically, still quietly enough to not let their parents hear. 

“Shut up!” Quinn let out while laughing.

Y/N soon entered the living room. She was wearing a maroon red sweater with black pants. She was practically glowing as she entered the living room. She smiled widely towards them before she walked straight to the kitchen to steal Ellie from Quinn. 

Jack and Luke busted out laughing as they saw the elated grin on her lips. Quinn happily handed Ellie towards Y/N. Quinn took the bottle out of the warmer shaking it slightly again as he tapped some onto his hand. He handed it towards Ellie who happily brought it towards her mouth. Y/N ignored the younger Hughes boys as she walked towards the living room to sit with Jim and Ellen. 

Jack’s eyes widened as his mouth fell open. “Have you guys not–since Ellie–” Jack questioned quietly, unsure of how to ask the question.

“We have!” Quinn quickly defended while laughing. “This month has been really difficult for her, so… shut up!” Quinn muttered shaking his head. “Also, I don’t need you two asking questions when our parents are in the other room,” Quinn expressed quietly before he walked towards the living room with the rest of his family. Both Jack and Luke barked out a laugh as they followed in pursuit. 

The visit to Santa went exactly as Quinn and Y/N expected. Ellie hated it. She wasn’t necessarily terrified but definitely was scared of the beard. She was crying but wasn’t screaming. Although, they were hoping she would like it but they had a feeling she was going to hate it. 

They took several photos, they were able to get a handful of good photos of Ellie not noticeably crying. His parents were able to join in on some of the photos. Jack and Luke’s entire job was to try and get Ellie smiling. They did not do a good job. 

But the photos were amazing and they were a part of a collection of photos the Canucks social team shared onto their Instagram and Twitter. 

It was well into the afternoon and the sun was starting to set. They were all hanging in the living room watching Elf. Luke was holding Ellie in his lap as he was trying to make her giggle with funny faces. This time around, it was working. 

Y/N’s head was rested onto Quinn’s shoulder as she was trying not to fall asleep. Quinn took a hold of her hand, “Are we waiting until tomorrow for Ellie’s gifts or are we doing them now?” Quinn asked as he brought her hand towards his lips, pressing a kiss agains her hand briefly. 

“We have more gifts for her at our Airbnb so we can do these today!” Ellen said excitedly. 

Quinn’s eyes widened as he swallowed harshly, “Mom, you realize our apartment is not that big,”he let out while laughing. Ellen didn’t reply as she happily prompted everyone to go sit near the Christmas tree. Luke stood up, securing Ellie in his arms briefly before he handed her over towards Y/N. 

She sat down beside the tree, Ellie sitting in her lap. Quinn sat beside her taking in a deep breath. There was an overwhelming amount of presents. There was probably at least ten from Jim and Ellen and twenty from Luke and Jack. She was spoiled but this was a whole new level.

“How did you guys even get all of this on the plane?” Y/N asked while laughing. 

“We shipped all of ours earlier this month,” Jack let out while laughing. 

It didn’t take long for them to start opening a few of the presents. Ellie was fully involved in the process. Her eyes lighting up every time a new box was in front of her. She didn’t care about the gift, since she wasn’t even a year old. But she was having a blast watching the paper get torn and playing with it. 

Most of the presents that Jim and Ellen purchased were toys. Many were stuffed animals and different giant plastic toys that would probably remain in the box for several months. 

Quinn took one of the smaller boxes that had said it was from Luke for Ellie. Ellie tried gripping some of the wrapping paper but she couldn’t get her tiny fingers to pull it apart. Quinn smiled softly as he ripped it and held it towards her. He assisted in the process of tearing it open. 

It was another box, which Quinn promptly opened to see a tiny shirt. It was Devils merch. Quinn rolled his eyes playfully as he pulled it out to see the tiny numbers on the sleeve. He spun it around to see forty-three on the back.

“Oh come on,” he let out while laughing. Ellie reached towards it and Quinn held it back. Ellie didn’t react she simply giggled. “She is never going to wear this,”

“It’s your number too!” Luke defended as he grinned widely. 

“Not gonna happen Lukey,” he said while adding it to the pile of clothes beside him. 

“Thank you, Luke. She’ll definitely wear it,”  Y/N teased as she ran a hand over Ellie’s hair that was starting to curl dramatically. “Luke’s looking like the favorite Uncle,” she let out teasingly. Jack let out a dramatic gasp. 

“Open my last one!” he let out pointing dramatically towards the box. Y/N laughed loudly. Quinn urgently leaned forward and opened the last box, handing the paper towards Ellie.

Quinn pulled the lid off of the tiny box to reveal another mini shirt with a Devils logo. Quinn chuckled as he rolled his eyes playfully as he pulled it out of the box. It was Jack’s number. “Well this one is a definite no,” he said while tossing it onto the pile.

“Thank you Jack.” Y/N offered as she rested her hand onto Quinn’s knee, forcing a soft chuckle from his lips. It was the last of the presents that were all dedicated to Ellie. Behind them were stacks of boxes of new toys and stuffed animals for her. The pile of clothes was nearly as tall as Ellie. “This has been great, thank you guys. Really sweet,” 

Quinn looked behind him towards the clock on the wall. “We should probably get her to bed,” Quinn mumbled as he stood up from the floor. He leaned down holding out his hands for Ellie. Y/N lifted her up and handed her over to Quinn.

Quinn walked towards his parents so they can have a few seconds, saying goodbye to her. Ellen happily took a hold of her, holding Ellie tightly to her chest before handing her offer to Jim. 

Jack and Luke simply waved towards their niece, waiting for her to wave back. She did instantly. The entire room giggled. 

Y/N shook her head as she stared towards the overwhelming amount of clothes and toys that now they have to find a place for and to find a use for. The toys that they got were definitely things Ellie would grow into. 

After a few minutes, Ellie was back in Quinn’s arms. “Alright, Darling, let’s get you to sleep,” Quinn mumbled as he walked down the hallway. Y/N watched with admiration. The more and more she saw him with their daughter, the deeper she was falling in love with him.

She never thought that she could fall more in love with him, being that they’ve been together ten years. Yet, her heart fluttered and her stomach erupted into butterflies the more and more she saw him be a dad. 

“Y/N?” Ellen asked softly. She pulled her gaze from the hallway, a soft hum falling from her lips. Ellen chuckled softly, “You and Quinny are so cute, you know that?”

[spiderb00]

IS IT NEW YEARS YET

Megan Skiendiel X Reader

"After your ex broke up with you a month before Christmas, you lost your holiday mojo. Maybe you just needed to meet new people, a specific redheaded girl” 

Genre – fluff   Warnings – none  fruitcake masterlist

Now playing – Is it new years yet, by Sabrina Carpenter 

The feeling of impostor settled in you, as soon as you passed through the door of Lara's house you felt uncomfortable, strange with the environment. Being without the company of your ex girlfriend at parties like this made you feel awkward and out of place. You were never a very sociable person, of course, you were never rude, you just didn't like to leave the house so much. Whether you wanted to or not, your ex had helped with your shyness, always dragging you everywhere, but now, without her, you felt a little lost in the midst of people.  

Lara was throwing a party, a small meeting. The commemorative dates were approaching and any excuse for a party was enough for Lara. You and the Indian girl knew each other for a long time, even before she went to Dream Academy, or bonded as Katseye's lead vocalist. Your friendship with Lara has always been strong, you have always supported the girl in everything, while she did the same with you.   

When Lara found out about your breakup, she comforted and supported you, as always. She let you have your sad moment, but after a month, the girl did everything to take your mind off the girl who broke your heart before Christmas. When Lara called you to the party, you quickly tried to refuse, making up any excuse not to leave the house. But, when you saw that the red-haired girl wasn't going to give up, you agreed to go.  

And now here you are, a plastic cup with energy drink in your right hand, as you sit in one of the chairs outside Lara's house. You knew most of the people at the party, all mutual friends of yours and Lara's, but after a while of talking and laughing, you decided it was time to be alone for a while, just you and your thoughts. Taking the lighter out of your back pocket, you were about to light a cigarette – one of the habits you picked up after the breakup – when someone approached you.   

"Hi, do you mind if I sit down? There's a lot of noise inside." Asked a girl, she had red hair and was tall, not as tall as you.  

"No, okay, go ahead." You said, putting away the cigarette and lighter before settling back into the chair.   

Looking at the girl better, you could finally tell why she looked so familiar. It was Megan, Lara's bandmate. You haven't met all the Kats yet, but you surely recognize them from promotional videos, music videos, and in general. You thought the Chinese girl was beautiful, and you didn't think she could be even more beautiful in person. 

"I'm Megan." The red-haired girl said, a faint smile on her face as she waited for you to introduce yourself.   

"I know, I mean, I recognized you. I am Yn." You said, fumbling a little with the words. 

"Oh, sure. You are Lara's best friend. She talks a lot about you." Megan says. "It's good to finally put a face to the name."   

Laughing lightly, you nod. The night was quiet and although you wanted to be alone, the redhead's company was not bad.   

"So why are you out here instead of enjoying the party inside?" The redhead asks, settling in the chair and looking directly at your face.  

"Well, I could ask you the same question..." You say, making the girl laugh lightly. "Well, but I'm just here to clear my mind, you know."  

"Oh, I get it, a lot of people also make me a little overstimulated." Megan says, nodding in understanding.   

"Really?" You ask, the conversation flowing naturally. "How do you work? Why, you know... You kind of have to deal with a lot of people. Sorry if this is invasive..." You say, genuinely interested in Megan's words.  

"It's not invasive." The girl says, laughing lightly at your concern. "I think I just got used to it, I love what I do, so it kind of becomes natural after a few years." She says, fiddling with the rings that were on her hand. "But I always have time for myself, and it's always nice to have someone who's always with you. The girls are my second family." Megan said. You noticed that the redhead's nose started to turn red, because of the cold. 

"You seem very passionate when you talk about all this-" Interrupting your speech, a couple walks past you and Megan, both of them making out. As the guy sat in the chair next to you and the redhead, the girl he was kissing climbed onto his lap, leaving you and Megan dumbfounded.   

"Is this serious?" Megan asked, as you stood up, holding out her hand to the shorter girl.  

"Come on, I don't think these idiots are going to leave anyway." Standing up, Megan took your hand in hers, letting you guide her to the back door of the house.  

"I think we'd better come in, Lara must be looking for us and you're shivering with cold." You said, taking off your jacket and putting it on the shoulders of the shorter girl. "Here, you can take that." 

As you adjusted the jacket to Megan's shoulders, the redhead admired your face. Megan already knew who you were, in fact, she always asked Lara to introduce you to her, but that never really happened. Now, with you here in front of her, she couldn't miss the chance to make the move.  

"Thank you, that's very sweet of you." Megan said, the jacket hanging loosely from her shoulders, extending to the middle of her thighs.   

You and Megan finally entered the house, people talked, drank and others kissed in the corners, it felt more like a fraternity party than a Christmas Eve party.   

"Megaann! I looked for you everywhere." A slightly drunk Daniela bumped into you, making you hold her by the waist.  

"My God Dani, how much did you drink?" Megan said, approaching the Latina and checking if everything was okay with her.   

"Yes, it's me-"   

"Shiiiu, don't tell Megan I said that, but she's very into you." The Latina spoke, after interrupting you by placing her index finger on your lips.   

"DANI!" Megan screamed, taking the girl from your arms and trying to walk her out of the house.  

"Bye, Yn. Thank you for keeping me company, we're going." Megan said, trying to save herself from the embarrassment Daniela had caused her.  

"Wait a minute, how are you going to take her like this." You said, holding the other side of Daniela as you walked with Megan.  

"It's okay, I'll order an Uber or something."  

"Let me take you." You said, making the girl hesitate. "Please, it's dangerous, let me help."   

When Megan finally agreed, you helped her put Dani in the back seat of your car, starting and then driving to the Kats' house. When you finally got there, you both started struggling to get Daniela to bed, since the Latina hadn't made the work of the two of you any easier.  

"Dani, you have to get out of the car." Megan said, pulling the blonde's arm as she held firmly in the passenger seat.   

"NO, I want to stay longer and talk to Yn." Daniela said, pouting and getting a laugh from you.  

Getting out of the car, you turned around and stood next to Megan, who was still clutching Daniela's right arm.   

"Dani, I'm here. You can get out of the car and talk to me." You said, as the blonde looked in your direction and gave you a drunken smile. 

"YN! My friend, Yn." The Latina jumped out of the car, leaning on you as she staggered towards the entrance of the house, causing Megan to roll her eyes and close the door of your car.  

 "Has Megan ever kissed you or what?" The Latina spoke directly to you.  

"DANI! Be quiet, please." Megan spoke, fumbling with the keys to the front of the house.  

When she finally managed to open the door, you helped the girl in. Daniela threw herself on the couch quickly, laughing lightly and closing her eyes soon after, not before singing a little to you and the redhead next to you.  

"Yn and Megan, under a tree, kissing, la la la la la la." 

Rolling her eyes, Megan watched the Latina fall asleep as fast as she had gotten drunk, and you thought that was your cue to go home, so you headed towards your car.   

"Thank you for everything." Megan said, crossing her arms and hugging your jacket, which was still wrapped around her.   

"It was nothing, if you need it, you know where to find me." You said, leaning against your car, and hesitating a few seconds before continuing. "So, is it true?"  

"What is truth?" Megan's face became slightly confused.  

"What Daniela said. You know what they say, drunks always say what they wanted to say sober." You said, getting a little closer to the redhead. 

Biting her lip nervously, Megan looks down at the floor, before turning her gaze back to you again.   

"What would you do if you were?" Megan asked, coming closer to you.  

Laughing lightly, you pulled a strand of Megan's hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear.  

"You can return my jacket tomorrow night when I come by and take you on a date." You say, a smile painting your lips.  

"yes, I think it can work." Megan said, returning your smile.  

"Of course. It's not New Year's yet, we have plenty of time." 

Hi guys, penultimate chapter of Fruitcake, I'm loving this series, but I really want it to end lol.

The truth is that I want to start finalizing and posting your requests, but things will work out

I haven't proofread it yet, so there may be some mistakes, I'm very tired bc my family is in my house.

xoxo, spider.