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ghostfacd · 8 months

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the sun to my moon. QH43

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warnings: mention of underage drinking + peer pressuring, cursing, a tiny tiny hint of angst, not proofread so there might be mistakes, someone’s mean to sunny </3

It wasn’t a shocker that Quinn Hughes was a very grumpy person. He was fairly quiet, eyes calculating as they scan every corner of the room.

If you didn’t know him well, you’d probably think Quinn was just plain mean. He wasn’t, or maybe, not that mean, he just didn’t like talking to people—or people at all, for the matter.

It was pretty cold that December in New Jersey, but the lake house was warm and the waters were a fairly nice dark blue. He had gone home to visit his parents, as well as Jack and Luke. It was nice to be back in America, a change from Vancouver.

“Hi Quinn sweetie!” Ellen greets her son happily, engulfing him in a hug that he returns with a small smile. He had only really smiled to his mom, appreciating her constant support and encouragement. “Oh! Jack brought home his girlfriend! You should meet her,”

Quinn raises his eyebrows at this, never hearing Jack mention a girlfriend in any of their family calls. Was the boy finally settling down?

He walked into the living room, surprised to see two brunette girls along with Jack. Brunette? Now this got Quinn’s attention. He’d always thought his brother would go for.. blondes.

“Hi! I’m Jack’s girlfriend, you must be his older brother!” The girl smiles brightly, making Quinn almost grimace. “It’s so nice to finally meet you. Jack has told me so much!”

“I’m sure he has,” Quinn chuckles awkwardly, shaking the hand she had extended to him earlier.

Jack smiles at his favorite people interacting with another. “This is my girl’s best friend, Sunny Damount.” He points to the other brunette girl who almost takes Quinn’s breath away.

Jesus, was she an angel in disguise?

“Sunny?” Quinn questions. He’s never met anyone named Sunny, so his voice almost sounds confused.

“I’m Y/N, but everyone just calls me Sunny because they say I remind them of a ray of sunshine!” Her face converts into the most beautiful smile Quinn’s ever seen in his life—aside from his mom—and he can’t help but feel his knees grow weak.

“Nice to meet you Sunny,” Quinn smiles, and Jack and Luke throw a glance at each other in amusement.

“Hey Q, why don’t you show her around?” Jack suggests. “I mean, you know the lake house like the back of your hand.”

Quinn rolls his eyes slightly, noticing what his brother was trying to do. “So do you and Luke.”

“Yeah but cmon Quinn! Don’t be rude to our guest!”

Quinn finally agrees, not like he didn’t want to tour the cute girl anyways. He slides open the backyard door, signaling Sunny to go out first. When Sunny’s back is turned, Quinn slides out his tongue at both Jack and Luke, to which they responded with a mischievous grin on their faces.

“So you go to Umich?” Quinn asks as he closes the sliding door. He noticed her sweater from earlier, the dark blue fabric with a M stitched to its front.

“I do!” The girl giggles, even though there’s nothing funny. If it had been anyone else, Quinn would’ve cringed internally. But he doesn’t. “I’m a junior this year, crazy how time flies.”

“Yeah, really crazy.”

The two are silent for a while, Quinn’s nervousness and overthinking causes him to just go mute while Sunny smiles at practically everything that catches her eyes.

“You’ll be staying here until Jack’s girlfriend leaves?” He questions.

“Yeah! She invited me here because she said I needed to get out the dorm more now that it’s Christmas break. I guess she’s right,”

Quinn looks down at the ground, smiling to himself. Even though he barely knew Sunny, he was glad she was staying at the lake house.

A few days pass by without much interaction from the two, Jack’s girlfriend always managing to take Sunny away before Quinn could even utter out a word. He was slightly annoyed, but he knew he couldn’t tell Jack or Luke. They’d tease them endlessly.

That night, Jack had brought home some beers, all of them, minus Luke, went outside and sat on the dock, bringing the cans out with them.

“Do you want one?” Quinn whispers to Sunny.

Jack and his girlfriend were in another world, busy cuddling up to one another and taking slow sips from their cans.

“Oh no—it’s okay. I don’t drink, I’d rather wait till I’m 21,”

Quinn had almost forgotten Sunny was only 20. It was a surprise to him that she’d actually wait that long; everybody he knew had started drinking in high school, not caring about the legal age.

“That’s alright, you can have fun while being sober too.” Quinn almost cringes at his words, but luckily, Sunny nods with a bright smile on her face.

“You really are a ray of sunshine, aren’t you?” Quinn whispers.

“What was that Quinn?”

“Oh,” Quinn smiles sheepishly, not expecting Sunny to have heard him. “Nothing.”

The next weekend, Jack once again came up with another one of his crazy ideas—this one being throwing a party since Jim and Ellen were going away for a few days to stay at a fancy resort.

Quinn didn’t like social outings, in fact, he wants desperately to sneak away into his room and blast music in his airpods. But he decides to stay downstairs, sitting right next to Sunny who only has fruit punch in her cup.

“Hey, is that Sunny Damount?!” A random guy comes up to them, getting a bit too close to Sunny for Quinn’s liking. “Sunnyyyyy!”

He’s clearly drunk, and Quinn wants to rip him away from the girl.

“Have a drink Sun! It’s so good!” The guy almost spills his cup of alcohol on Sunny, making the girl’s smile falter. It was the first time Quinn didn’t see such a bright smile on her face.

“I’m okay Kyle, I don’t drink,”

The guy, who Quinn can only guess is named Kyle, gets even closer to Sunny, making her slowly back up into the kitchen island.

“You don’t drink? You’re like twenty Sunny, it’s a party. You have to drink.”

Quinn pushes Kyle slightly off Sunny, throwing the boy a glare. “Sunny says she doesn’t drink, Kyle. So why don’t you turn around and leave?”

Kyle scoffs, throwing a glare towards Quinn’s way. “Whatever, I was going to leave anyway!”

Sunny sighs in relief when she sees the boy leave. “Thank you Quinn,” she shyly mumbles.

“It’s alright Sunny,” he reassures her. “No guy should be pressuring you to drink when you clearly don’t want to.”

And by the end of the party, Quinn realizes he’s fucked.

He’s inlove with Sunny Damount.

And he’s never been inlove. Well not seriously. He has had a few girlfriends then and there, but it was silly and it surely wasn’t love.

So what does Quinn Hughes do when he’s in such a dilemma? He pivots. He does what most considers a fucked up and idiotic thing to do. He ignores her.

What better way to dig his feelings in a hole and bury them than ignoring the girl he was inlove with?

Sunny is clearly confused when Quinn gives her one worded answers, and she almost wants to cry when he barely even acknowledges her presence.

What did she do wrong? Everybody loved her, so why was Quinn ignoring her?

It didn’t make her feel any better when she went to the market and bumped into a really mean girl she knew who said some not so nice things about her.

That, along with Quinn not talking to her, leads Sunny to have a breakdown on the dock, knees against her chest as she buries her face into them.

Even though Quinn tries to put away his worries, he can’t help but feel bugged that he hadn’t seen Sunny the entire afternoon. He spots the familiar brunette sitting on the dock, and even though his head tells him no, his heart begged him to say yes.

Quinn Hughes listened to his heart.

He walks up to Sunny, sitting beside her close enough that lets her know he’s there but not so close that she’s uncomfortable.

“Are you okay Suns?”

Sunny sniffles, lifting her head to see Quinn. Suddenly, her cries intensify, making the poor boy panic in worry.

“Shh, it’s okay Sunny.” He mumbles, patting her back.

“It’s not!” She sobs, “first, the boy I like ignores me for no reason, and then this really really mean girl says that I put on this fake nice act and that I’m just some loser who doesn’t drink!”

Quinn’s heart skips a beat when Sunny practically confesses her feelings to him. He can’t help but feel incredibly guilty at ignoring her for so long.

“I’m sorry Suns, I never meant to hurt you.” Quinn pulls her body into his chest, placing his chin on head. “The truth was, I’m inlove with you and I didn’t know how to handle that so I figured ignoring you would make my feelings away?”

Sunny stops crying for a second, slightly giggling at Quinn’s words. “Are you stupid Quintin?!”

Quinn grimaces. “I know, I know. But I was just scared. You made my heart beat faster, and before I knew it, I felt butterflies in my stomach. I never felt so inlove with anyone before—and I felt like I couldn’t breathe with you not near me. You’re like the sun to my moon, Sunny. You brighten up my day with the most prettiest smile I’ve ever seen, and your giggles bring me the most happiness I’ve ever experienced in my life. I just… I just didn’t know how to express that to you without scaring you off.”

Sunny wipes away her tears, placing a small tender kiss on Quinn’s jaw. “You could’ve just said so, Quinn. I’m inlove with you as much as you are inlove with me.”

Quinn finally decides to push away all his nervousness and lean down to give Sunny a kiss, one that he’s been dying to do since the day he met her at the lake house.

And just like that, Sunny Damount had became the sun in Quinn Hughes’ life.

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xiao-come-home · 9 months

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Genshin + HSR men as dads;

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✰ Characters:

↳ Genshin: Ayato, Itto, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Zhongli, Xiao.

↳ HSR: Blade, Jing Yuan, Luocha.

✰ Words: 3,5k.

✰ SFW ; afab!reader, because pregnancy mentions. fluff.

Warnings: established relationship, the characters are reader's husbands, mentions of pregnancy, babies, ayato always ends up kinda horknee????? slight spoilers about blades past, not beta read THERES NO TIME FOR THAT

A/N: this is my first time writing for hsr and kaveh, but I tried my best </3 also I have work in 2h and I haven't slept yet. this is more important. pog also give me feedback if you like hsr pieces ;q;

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Ayato Kamisato:

he's such a girl AND boy dad you can't convince me otherwise. i just can't get that out of my head: imagine just chilling with your husband, you two enjoying some tea or coffee, while watching your children happily yell and play outside; ayato plays with your palm slightly, switching between rubbing it with his fingers and interlocking it, giving you occasional glances and tiny smiles.

ayato's definitely a strict parent, but wants his children to feel freedom - he does not force them to practice something they don't like, but teaches them necessary stuff they need to know if they are to be the future of the Kamisato clan.

he DEFINITELY had a boy first. and his son DEFINITELY looks like a perfect mixture of you two - he has ayato's eyes and hair type, but your hair color and smile.

your daughter, on the other hand, is exactly like ayato's copy, except with your personality - and he's extremely whipped for her. his little girl wanted to practice a new hairstyle with multiple pink hair clips? oh well, looks like he goes like this to his important meeting.

though, your son is just as mischievous as his father, if not worse - has probably trolled Itto more than once by the shy age of just three. he's also definitely interested in ayato and ayaka's battle styles, like hello??? HOW DO YOU JUST DISAPPEAR LIKE THAT??? AND TURN INTO SNOW??????

even though some fights between his children happen, as it's a thing you can't avoid - the big brother is very protective of his little sister and would do anything to make her happy! even if it means princess tea time. it reminds ayato of his, though not as fortunate, childhood memories with ayaka before she grew up to be the strongest woman and best auntie we know.

ayato probably teases you about wanting a third one, so they look like you this time. "say, darling, how about we get another little one?" feeling his smile, ayato whispers into your ear, "think about it, love," he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, "you just look so perfect I can't resist you."

Arataki Itto:

i do nOT care, his child is just as hyper as him. they're his absolute best buddy, partners in crime, you name it. but there's a plot twist - thank god your child thinks more often than their father AND stops him sometimes.

listen. absolute boy dad. his son is his pride and joy,he bragged so much about his boy to the point that Raiden Shogun herself heard about him.

so, remember itto being severely allergic to beans as an oni? his son absolutely loves beans and could eat them with no side effects. but itto being itto, prepares him meals with beans and takes it as a challenge. he just might cry, or throw up at worst. but hey, everything for his little sunshine.

^^your son absolutely cheers when he's making him dinner and suffering like?? "go dad! you're so awesome!" "yummy!" and itto's screaming back with tears dripping down his cheeks, "yes, YES!! THE BEST COOK OF INAZUMA, ARATAKI ITTO!"

itto prides himself in creating the most perfect small person to ever exist. your son inherited itto's golden heart and your brains (thank god). he's truly a ball of sunshine, and possibly the happiest and polite boy in Inazuma. with a pair of red horns just like his dad, red streaks in his hair and markings, itto's pupils and your eye color.

hear me out: total best pals with ayato's son. they love playing board games and battle onikabuto with each other, and much to itto's delight, his son is usually the winner, but the boys always politely thank each other for the game and move on.

your son is actually such a smooth talker to ayato's daughter to the point that he considers giving them a blessing and suffering being in-laws with itto.

he's also (great)grandma oni's favorite child now... he loves baking, cooking and sewing with her, and showing her his favorite onikabuto that you and itto let him keep as a pet!

itto's actually VERY down to have a few more kiddos if your pregnancy went well. he'd love a little girl to spoil his long hair, or maybe two. and two more sons so he wouldn't be lonely..

that time itto caught ushi sound asleep with his ball of sunshine next to him was the day he'll never forget. with tears in his eyes, he covered them in a warm blanket and let them snooze for a little more before bedtime.

Alhaitham:

literally no one, not even one soul knew that alhaitham has a child until they saw him walking a three-year-old. and the said child is probably the most behaved child that has ever been born.

seriously, your son is probably the smartest child ever. alhaitham, despite some worries, did and still does very well as a father - he began teaching him to talk earlier, he also seemed to have taken a liking to some instruments when he got older. the scribe's little one also enjoys it when his dad reads with him! be it alhaitham's books or fantasy ones, they have a special routine just for reading.

your son absolutely looks up to his father. when he sees him drafting some documents, his eyes shine with curiosity and adoration. alhaitham, can't help but smile slightly when he isn't looking.

nahida promoted alhaitham as the Acting Grand Sage. he promoted her as his babysitter.

^^but in a more serious tone, I genuinely think Nahida would be somewhat interested in your child - not in a negative light in any way, but.. it does make her wonder how a small child could be so smart. though his son has a long way to go and grow up, each year he manages to surprise her.

when his son is too bothered by the attention of other people, alhaitham gives him his noise-canceling headphones; they're a bit too big on him, but he appreciates it anyway.

alhaitham makes sure your son remembers his late grandmother, despite having not met her. even if the scribe does not consider himself a very emotional person, he wants the memory of her to live on.

he encourages his child to make his own decisions, too - just like he had that choice as well; if his son wants to break the ice and become more outgoing - alhaitham will not stand in his way. he wants him to grow up as the person he truly wants to be.

he definitely explained some god-tier science to his toddler son while holding him in his arms, receiving only some confusing "blah blag bwwwug" in return, watching him bite his tiny hand in happiness. he continued.

if there's something that alhaitham shares with his son, it's his love for naps. sometimes you all sleep together, and when it's time to wake up - both of them whine and your son snuggles up to his dad, to which your husband responds by getting his arm over the little one and giving you a small chuckle with one eye open, shortly before falling back asleep.

kaveh is your child's godfather. no, it wasn't his choice.

after a bit of hesitation and a lot of thoughts, he wouldn't mind to have another one; genders don't matter to him by any means, but I see him with yet another son :)

Kaveh:

kaveh and his twins could rival itto and his son's enthusiasm - it's what kaveh wants his kids to always remember - he wants them to enjoy every single bit of life, even if it's something simple.

the famous architect has decided to work hard to provide for you and the baby when you told him about the pregnancy- or, rather, about his future children; some of his work truly shone and got him quite a bit of attention, and therefore - a bunch of well-paid commissions.

kaveh has fought his empathy many times and tried not to overly spend money, which resulted in him being able to create and build your house that you share together; each of the twins has their own room, decorated according to their tastes.

your children have great emotional intelligence, just like your husband; if there's ever any conflict, they rather talk about it, than pout for hours, similar with you two. kaveh teaches them to always be honest, especially to themselves. they're also talented, but in different ways - your daughter seems to be fascinated by the role of the architect as well, but your son, regardless of what he's doing - he always makes sure it's perfect and polished as much as possible.

you cannot tell me this man doesn't do some kind of weekly family time - kaveh loves his family to the bone and would risk his life to protect you and your children with no hesitation. he's very involved in his children's lives and wants to be considered as their friend as well, not just a father; kaveh wants to know what they are interested in the moment, who they had their last beef with and who their crush is. he just really wants to gossip with them lol.

contrary to what a lot of people think, the twins and alhaitham's child(ren?) get along very well, and are aware they're just mirrors of each other. they can't however, understand how they managed to live together under one roof for so long... they never complain if they visit uncle alhaitham though, as he lets them search through his library so they can find out more about their interests.

in revenge, alhaitham is the godfather of the twins, just so you know.

Zhongli:

not only did he fall in love with you, but after hearing the cry of his little girl after she took her first-ever breath - zhongli fell in love once again.

he's so, so overprotective of his baby, regardless of her age. he's swooned by her - how tiny her fingers are compared to his when she finally grips them for the first time, how every month she looks even prettier than last one - he's always by her side, making sure she's the happiest she could possibly be.

since he has to sleep only once for a few days, he's willing to spend every second with her, especially after birth - zhongli also wants you to rest as much as you can, so you can both create memories together.

he most certainly takes her on a lot of walks with you when she gets older; not only around liyue harbor, but places dear to him and her only, if they discover one.

when your daughter grows up and begins to show interest in zhongli's hobbies, he smiles at her gently and sits her in his lap, only to start explaining it and feeding her curiosity; sometimes he has to stop himself for a moment to admire her twinkling eyes.

oh he DEFINITELY does her hair every morning. he's practiced on you before, having learned many new hairstyles to later on perform on your daughter; he carefully strokes her hazel hair with golden tips with a brush, feeling as he's almost watching his own in a mirror. sometimes, he adorns her hair with his own hairpin.

xiao was definitely the first person to know about your daughter. knowing that archon blood runs in her veins, he's less worried about being around her, therefore always more willing to spend time with her. both grow from this interaction - the little one knows how to protect herself (or to call uncle xiao when she's in trouble), and xiao understands small humans just a bit better.

zhongli's thrilled to know what her favorites are - no matter if it's tea, food or fabric, he has to know! perhaps they share the same favorites?

with the help of kamera, he's now able to immortalize the sight of you and your daughter. each birthday, he takes a picture and cherishes the young years of your baby, knowing they won't last long; erosion be damned, as long as he has the pictures - he'll always remember.

Xiao:

xiao was clueless. clueless and frightened. he wasn't supposed to have a child - with a mortal on top; albeit he tries to stay calm for your and baby's sake, he wants both of you to heal well.

it took quite a bit of time for xiao to fully embrace that he's a parent - and he adapted very well, having you by his side; the only worry that hasn't gone away is the thought of harming his daughter with his karmic debt.

but so far, the little one hasn't shown any signs of it, which makes xiao more than happy. she's yet another reason to warm his cold heart up, which he always compares to being engulfed by comfy scarf in the winter.

he automatically turns his head around whenever he hears her tiny little "tap taps" with her feet; not only does he find it adorable, but he knows she once again managed to lose her slippers and socks.

listen. she inherited the same diamond mark on her forehead - and he finally understands why you always insisted you liked kissing it for no reason.

he always. ALWAYS shares his almond tofu with his baby girl.. and she always makes a mess while eating it.. but it's worth it.

your daughter seemed to have taken a liking to watching finches from a distance; they always look for a nice spot in liyue plains, make a small picnic and feed the leftover bread to the birds. she finds them so adorable to the point that xiao was looking for a finch plushie for WEEKS. that made her good friends with qiqi, whom she tries to remember as "the finch friend."

Zhongli never says it out loud, but thinks of Xiao as his son. therefore, he finally earned a title of a grandpa (though unofficial). he's very proud to see Xiao stand up in a role of not only a protector of liyue, but the ones closest to him.

yes, your daughter actually calls morax himself, grandpa. (he doesn't correct her. ever)

imagine xiao with baby carrier. now you don't have to imagine it anymore.

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Blade:

don't even say he isn't a girl dad. HE IS.

he thinks he's a mere blade whose humanity has been lost hundreds of years ago - it's nothing more but a delusion in his mind. if that was the truth, why would he stay near his daughter's crib and watch her sleep peacefully, flinching when he saw her stir in her sleep?

she's absolutely not afraid of his cold, death stare, in fact - she looks at him back, waiting him to break first. just imagine a tiny baby eating a rice waffle, blade next to her and he just.. stares at her. but she stares at him back and eats the waffle like it's nothing.

your baby girl inherited blade's hair- or rather, yingxing's pearly white hair. he often pats her head gently and goes his hand through her hair, his eyes holding a tinge of bitterness and anger; not at her, however, but at the one he's after.

since blade spends most of his time on various missions with the stellaron hunters, he tries to make it up to your daughter by giving her gifts; hairpins, stickers (ekhem, silver wolf), coloring books, you name it. he slowly warms up to the idea of spending more quality time with her - after so many missions and the thought of his family waiting for him at home, his heart longs to see you again.

sometimes.. you can catch a faint smile on his lips when he plays with her. it's a sad smile - a smile yearning for it to happen back in simpler times, before getting reduced to a weapon, or perhaps in another lifetime.

he never admits it out loud, but he gets used to the new routine a bit too comfortably. before, when it was just you - in contrast to now, when he barely closes the front door and hears his daughter sprinting to him and clinging to his leg; he picks her up and feels her squishing her cheek against his while grinning. "welcome home, daddy!" are the first words he hears - and hopes to hear until it's his time to leave.

at times, blade becomes genuinely terrified - terrified of no longer craving death and wanting to stay. it sends him in so much emotional turmoil he starts to shake; how else do you process this? after so many years of attempting to look for that one thing that finally stops your breath, only to get swarmed by the thoughts of not wanting to leave your daughter behind? what if something happens to her and there's no one to help her?

there's a thing that I can't stop thinking about: I want to leave it up to you how you name your daughter, but I feel like blade would truly like the name Mari.

he lets her decorate him with stickers. it was silver wolf's idea.

Jing Yuan:

he was blessed with a daughter, as well. and then again. and then... again.

he absolutely adores his three little girls, hellO?!?!? but if you think about it, it makes sense - almost all of them took after his personality.

there is a mandatory nap for him and his girls that no one can disturb, unless the planet is on fire or someone got you mad. they all snore quietly while cuddling their dad, one of them on his chest, second on his stomach, and last one has her face somewhere next to his hair. makes you wonder how they got in these places, considering they started sleeping beneath a pink blanket decorated with lions.

speaking of lions, mimi claims your daughters as her cubs and does not let jing yuan take them away. she loves being pet and getting small kisses from them, there's no way she gives him that amount of attention back.

jing yuan loves your daughters to death and spoils them with absolutely EVERYTHING. new plushie? will be here in a few hours. a damned rock that's stupidly expensive, holds no value but one of them liked it? he'll take five. hell, he might even buy them a dog or another lion and hope for easy consequences from you.

he's slightly scared of how fast his oldest got so good at chess.

the girls get very upset when someone mentions they have no older brother - after all, how could they forget about yanqing?

there is a high chance of him losing one of them at home. they're walking, he turns around and.. suddenly the math doesn't add up..

if it's princess tea time, it is princess tea time. fu xuan either becomes a princess or comes back later.

even though they sometimes bring a lot of trouble, jing yuan always tells them to appreciate you - when it's mother's day, they all sit down and prepare a gift for you, same for your birthday; your special days will never go unnoticed.

probably wouldn't mind having another child, but is fully prepared for another girl lol.

Luocha:

he fathered a beautiful boy and girl a few years after. none of them were planned, but very welcome by both of you.

he's.. such a doting father. he always takes care of his children well, shows them affection - especially as small babies, he can't get over their chubby cheeks and peppers them with kisses, so he could hear them giggle.

in general, I think he just. can't get enough of them when they're toddlers or even younger. he loves holding them. he loves seeing his tiny babies get curious when he prepares medicine. he loves when they extend their hand to him for seemingly no reason, so he has an opportunity to give it a kiss. ARGH

he's thrilled to share his medical knowledge with his kids, if one shows interest in it!

luocha's definitely the one to style his babies' hair, I mean have you seen this man's gorgeous locks???? he's also the one to cut it if they don't like it long.

this isn't really about the children themselves, but.. he's just so grateful that you brought them into this world?? and he makes sure you know it every day, be it through actions or words. when you gave birth to your daughter, he held her in her hands and approached you from behind, leaning down and planting a chaste kiss on your cheek. "love, she's so wonderful, thank you for your hard work. I can't stop looking at her, and I wouldn't have that opportunity if I didn't meet you. I've never been more happy to meet such a person like you."

just like kaveh, he wants to be very involved in their lives. he always asks them about their day in school, if they made any friends. luocha also tries to be stern and has only one expectation as a father - he wants them to have a good, comfortable life, in which he'll assist in achieving as long as they need.

your son is very, very talkative with his dad and they could converse for hours. like for real. he's so smart, luocha is more than happy to broad his horizons, even in topics of lesser importance.

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medusas-musings · 8 months

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The Car Ride Home (Brian "Q" Quinn X Reader)

(A/N: Obligatory not my gif and I was high writing it so ignore any possible mistakes, thank you for reading!! 🧡

Summary: After casually seeing Q for about a month, he lets you in on some news (Fluff, semi-established relationship)

I Told Them About Us (Brian “Q” Quinn X Reader)

I think you can tell a lot about someone by what they keep around in their car. If they keep napkins in their car and what kind of napkins they are. If they have a special compartment for their sunglasses or just lay them wherever they’ll fit. Whatever small trinkets or essentials can paint a picture of their normal routine. However, the hula girl on the dashboard of Q’s Jeep throws me for a loop for what it could mean about him.

I see him walk towards the vehicle, and I could see him biting his lip to try to hide his sweet smile until he fully gets in the car. Once he’s closed the door his lips curve into a smile as he greets me. “Hey, Baby.” He reaches over to plant a kiss onto my forehead and rustle my hair slightly, causing me to smile. I lift his hand up to my lips before interlocking my fingers into his. “I think work was good today, how bout you?”

“I had an alright day, a lot of running around as usual. I need to rest my muscles.” I respond, stretching my neck and putting my hands atop my shoulders rubbing out today's stress.

“Well let’s get you back to my place, we can run you a bath and maybe I can get some of those knots out of ya.” Q winks at me as he starts the engine of his pride and joy and pulls us out of the parking lot. “You got your stuff? Change of clothes and all?”

“Yep!” I nudged the canvas tote bag at my feet. I’ve gotten used to bringing this to work by now since for the last month and a half, I have spent countless nights at Brian’s. The moment we bumped into each other at work, there had always been a spark between us. It took about 6 months for him to truly make a move when we got at a bar and got drinks after. Ever since that night, I’ve gotten used to waking up to him in the morning and sharing a pot of coffee.

“What excuse did you give the guys this time?” I inquired to Q, turning my head to see him smile. We haven’t yet made anything official, therefore we both decided to keep our little rendezvous just to ourselves for now. Sometimes I wish I could tell my friends about our late night pizza dates or how he loves to wake me up in the morning by kissing my neck.

“Actually, none.” He gave a glance to me, the smile still on his face, giving an air of anxiety now as I heard his voice. “I kinda let it slip. That I’m seein’ someone.

My eyes widen and I can't help but give a breath of a laugh. “You’re fucking with me.” He gives me a knowing glance, a glance that I know means he’s not kidding. “How’d you manage that?” I laugh a little, this time out of astonishment. I figured if anyone were to accidentally let it slip, it would definitely be me.

“I was trying to show them a picture of Benjamin and it opened a photo of you and I couldn’t think of a lie in time.“ A look of concern crosses my face that Q catches. “It’s not one of those pictures. He smirks at me as the color returns to my face. “They asked what your name was, what you’re like, when they’ll meet you, all that stuff.” Brian trails off.

“So which photo was it? I swear to god if I hate it I’m making you delete it.” Q shakes his head and his face cringes a little. As we stop at the red light he lets go of my hand then pulls his phone up and goes to his gallery, opening up a photo. Not just any photo, one I took a week ago on the set that I posted for Instagram. “Q…I didn’t send you this photo.” I look over to see his head in his hand, a tight grin as he watches the road instead of my smug smile.

“I know..” He says he takes his phone back and puts it by the side of his leg. “I wanted to look at ya, is that so wrong?” I laugh at his admission of guilt then grab his hand again and I place the back of his hand to my cheek.

“I think it’s sweet. But the question is..” I pause, trying to find the best way to ask. “What’d you say to that question about meeting me?” He purses his lips, staring straight to the road. By this point I knew he preferred to look anywhere but me when our conversations got a serious air to them. I guess while he’s driving he has a good excuse to do it.

“Actually I told them I’d ask you.” His eyes meet mine for a moment, then fixes them back onto the road in front of him. I could tell from this small millisecond was his way of showing me he’s ready to take it to the next step. His way of showing me he wanted to show me off to people and was tired of sneaking me off to his hideout of a home. “What do you think?” A smile grows on my face as I look back at him. His facial expression was calm but he couldn’t stop putting his hands on his beard as he drove. “How bout this weekend?” He gave me a small content grin and flashed his eyes at me again, It’s as if Q was carrying a boulder on his shoulders from the moment he stepped foot in the car and it’s finally rolled off.

“This weekend sounds great, babe.” His strong hand reached to my thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. As we approached his place, There was a shift in the way we looked at each other and the lustful nature that we typically keep around each other is now overshadowed by one of adoration and tranquility.

#brian quinn #brian quinn x reader #brian quinn x you #impractical jokers #impractical jokers fanfiction #Q x reader #fluff #fanfiction #fanfic

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vodika-vibes · 3 months

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Hey! Congratulations on the followers! I love your fics! I've just refound tumblr and have been obsessed with TBB and TCW .

May I please have a pansy and a purple lilac with TBB Tech and a F!reader?

Tiny Dancer

Summary: You own a dance studio on a small mid-rim world, which has started to have some severe electrical problems. Luckily, Tech is your neighbor and he's happy to help.

Pairing: TBB Tech x F!Reader

Word Count: 1120

Prompts: Pansy - You occupy my thoughts; Purple Lilac - first love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So, this is my first time writing Tech, so I hope I did him justice. And if I didn't, please let me know so I can do better next time. But! Welcome back to Tumblr and our little corner filled with Clones!

Once upon a time, before the war, you would travel from planet to planet, learning different dances from different people across the galaxy.

And, though you don’t like to brag, you like to think that you’re something of an expert in most forms of dancing.

But when the War started, you were forced to find a safe planet to live on. Which is how you ended up here. On some mid-rim planet, running a dance studio for anyone who wants to learn.

Sure, the war is over, but with the Empire…

Well, it’s just not safe to travel anymore.

Still, you like to think that you’re making the best of it. Or, well, you hope you are, in any event.

“You have no idea how grateful I am for this, Tech.” You say brightly to the tall man who’s standing on a ladder with his head half in your ceiling, “I would hate for someone to get hurt because of poor wiring. And the electrician I spoke to was so dismissive-”

“I am happy to help,” Tech says as he pulls his head out of the ceiling to look at you, “So far, however, I am not seeing any problems.”

Concern crosses your face, “Oh, but I saw-”

“I believe you.” He sits on the top of the ladder, “Is there another electrical panel somewhere?”

“Um…” You think back to what the previous owner said to you when you purchased the building, “The basement, I think.”

“Then we can look there next.” He climbs down the ladder, and snaps it closed before he leans it against one of the padded walls, “After you.”

You lead Tech through the studio, until you get to the basement door. You quickly unlock it, and then have to use your whole body weight to pull it open, “Sorry.” You say as you stumble back into him, “The door has always done that.”

Tech steadies you with a hand on your shoulder, “I can fix that.” He offers.

You beam at him, “Oh! Can you really? That would be wonderful!”

He stares at you for a moment, and then averts his gaze with a cough, “Yes, well. We should deal with the electrical problem first.”

“When you’re right, you’re right.” You reply with a bubbly laugh, before you turn and flip the lightswitch, and lead him down the concrete steps, “Sorry for the mess. I mostly use this as storage. And the previous owner left a bunch of junk behind when he moved out. I kind of hoped that a member of his family would come to claim it, but no dice.”

You step off the stairs, and push a stack of boxes out of the way, to make room for Tech.

“How much of this belongs to you?” Tech asks, as he pushes several boxes out of the way as well.

“Less than a quarter.” You admit with a sigh, “But I don’t want to just throw it all away, it’s not mine. Oh, the electrical box is on the back wall, I think.”

Tech sighs softly when he sees the stacks of boxes blocking his path to the electrical box, and you duck your head with a mumbled apology. “If I had known that physical labor was involved, I would have brought Wrecker.”

You giggle, “Sorry. But I do appreciate you doing this for me. I kind of expected you to tell me to kriff off.”

He shoots you an odd look, “You really think that?”

You shrug, “You’re a nice guy, Tech, but most people don’t exactly like having their freetime claimed by other people.” You grin at him, “I wouldn’t have minded if you said no, but I’m so glad you said yes.”

Tech releases a quiet laugh, “I do not think anyone can say no to you, least of all me.”

“Least of all?”

“Sorry?”

“You said ‘least of all’,” You clarify, “Why least of all?”

“Oh.” He glances at you out of the corner of his eyes, even as he slides boxes and old mats out of the way, “Because I think about you all the time. And I am pretty sure that I am in love with you. Though I am still trying to figure that out.”

You fumble with the small box you’re carrying, and only manage to not drop it because you set it on another box, “What?”

“Did you not think it was strange that I am always eager to help you?”

You stare at him, “No! I thought you just liked helping people!”

“I like helping you, specifically. You have never been bothered by my rambling.” Tech replies, “Even my own brothers tell me to shut up from time to time, but you never have.”

“Honestly, Tech, I didn’t think I was your type.” You admit sheepishly, “So I kind of slotted you in the ‘look but don’t touch’ column.”

“Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know if you noticed,” You say dryly, “But I’m a bit…flighty.”

“I noticed that, yes.”

“And, like, super scatterbrained. And not all that smart-”

“Do you want to know the first good memory I have of this planet?” Tech interrupts you.

“-uh…sure?”

“The summer dance festival.” Tech says, turning to watch you, “You were wearing this sheer material that reminded me of the ocean, and you were dancing to some type of music that I have never heard before-”

“I remember that. I was the opening act for the little ones.” You say with a small smile.

“It was the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen in my life,”

“I…really?”

“I think about that more than I should.” Tech admits, not the least bit ashamed.

You press your hands against your burning cheeks, “Oh.”

“If I have made you uncomfortable-”

“No! No! Not at all!” You blurt, and then you giggle, “I’m actually really, really happy.”

Tech pauses, “Happy enough to go on a date with me?”

You beam at him, “I’d really like that!”

A small smile crosses his face, “Then we can work out the details when we are finished here.” His smile grows when he hears you giggling even more.

“Alright! Then we should probably get to work moving the boxes.” You add as you force yourself to get your giggles under control. And then you grin, and quickly dart to his side and press a quick kiss to his cheek, before you pull away, “I have a box cart thing upstairs, let me go grab it!”And as you dart up the stairs, you see Tech press his hand against his cheek, where you just kissed him, and a bubbly giggle slips from your lips. This is the best day ever.

#star wars #tbb #vodika-vibes follower celebration #tbb tech x reader #tech x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fanfic #answered asks

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bennwazzhere · 9 months

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INCORRECT ZOSAN QUOTES PT. 7

Zoro: I fell—

Sanji: From heaven?

Zoro: No, I literally fell—

Sanji: In love with me the moment you saw me?

Zoro: MY ARM IS BROKEN!

Sanji: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.

Zoro: Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet?

Sanji: What? Like J F K W S Q X-

Zoro: No, like, U R A Q T.

Sanji: Awwww!

Zoro: When I was young, I left a trail of broken hearts like a rockstar. I'm not proud of it.

Sanji: You're kind of proud of it. You work it into a lot of conversations.

Sanji: Hey, wanna take a shower with me?

Zoro: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shoot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

Zoro: There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right?

Sanji: Nope, there's 26.

Zoro: Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T.

Sanji: Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one.

Zoro: You'll get the D later ;).

Sanji: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Zoro: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day to train.

Sanji: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

Sanji: I think we should kiss.

Zoro: And I think you should die but we don’t always get what we want.

Sanji: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Zoro: ...Have you never taken a shower before?

Sanji: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart.

Zoro: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything.

Sanji: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles.

Zoro: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one?

Sanji: Seize the dick.

Sanji: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us.

Zoro: If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both.

#zoro x sanji #one piece #goofy shit #incorrect zosan #zosan #zoro roronoa #vinsmoke sanji #zoro #sanji #black leg sanji

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luke-hughes43 · 5 months

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okkk i have so many requests ideas sooo here’s a quinn one firdt!!

so the reader has been working at the canucks for a few years now and has become good friends with the team and great friends with quinn, quinn is definitely head over heels for her and has been trying to give her hints for a while that he wanted to be more than friends, maybe they finally get together maybe luke or jack who have become good friends with the reader as well but maybe they end up slipping up and telling her that quinn is in in love with her and she had no idea thinking he only thought of her as a sister, and maybe she goes and kisses him or something and they tell each other their feelings

yes! I love this. (she'll be one of the media girls) I changed it a little but it's good I promise!

Y/N's POV

so for a little background here, my name is Y/N Y/L/N, I'm 24 and do social media for the Vancouver Canucks. I'm born and raised in Vancouver so working for the Canucks is a dream come true. I've worked here since I got out of college 3 years ago.

I've formed close relationships with a few of the players like Elias Petterson, Brock Boeser, JT Miller, and Thatcher Demo. Quinn Hughes and I have formed a very close friendship. I'm the closest with him out of anyone else.

over the years of being with the canucks, I've grown very close to Quinn. we often find ourselves hanging out with each other after practices and games just getting dinner and watching movies at whoever's apartment.

the more time I spent with him, the more I realized that I have grown to have romantic feelings for Quinn.

we're very similar people, the quiet, observer type. very family oriented and driven in what we do.

this season, Quinn was named captain for the Vancouver Canucks which is a huge honor. the guys decided to throw a little party for him at Thatcher's house. they graciously invited me which I was quick to accept.

as soon as I get there, I go looking for Quinn. I bump into Elias and ask, "hey Petey. you seen Quinn?"

"you're boy is in the kitchen. he's about 2 minutes away from disappearing for hours and being a recluse. go rescue him."

I blush, "thanks."

they guys noticed my feelings for Quinn in the middle of last season, insisting that he felt the same. I denied it and said that we're just friends regardless of how I feel.

true to Petey's word, Quinn was in the kitchen, presumably hiding form everyone. he hates being the center of attention. it'a a trait I've grown to love about him. I smile and make my way over.

when he sees me, he smiles too. he pulls me in a for hug and says, "I'm so glad your here. save me please. these people are crazy."

I smile into his chest and say, "Petey sent me to rescue you. come on, let's get a drink and relax q."

he nods and leads me over to the drinks. he has his hand on my lower back, guiding me through demmer's house. we find ourselves some drinks and just stay close to each other for a while finding comfort with each other.

the guys call Quinn into the living room and do a few speeches in congratulation before we all break off and hang with our own people.

Quinn and I just stick to each other and giggle softly about random things we tell each other. many many many drinks later, Quinn and I are dancing together to whatever song is playing and he just looks so good. so happy and handsome. I can't seem to resist the urge I've had for a while to kiss him anymore so I go up on my tip toes and press a soft kiss to his lips.

it catches him by surprise but he kisses me back once he realizes what's going on. if it ends badly, I'll blame it on the alcohol. he pulls away and smiles, "I've wanted to do that for months. looks like you beat me too it."

"I've wanted to do it for months too." I say back in a whisper.

he smiles softly before leaning back in and kissing me again. there's a bunch of hollers around us causing us to pull away. we realize that everyone just saw us kissing and so I blush and hide my face in Quinn's chest. JT yells, "Huggy finally got the girl!"

Quinn says back quickly, "That's captain huggy to you millsy. anyways, we're gonna head out. thank you guys for this, it means a lot and I love you guys. I'll see you at practice tomorrow."

and with that, we graciously make our exit. neither of us are ok to drive so Quinn calls an uber to his place. his hands have not left my body since we kissed. we end up in the back of the car kissing the whole back to his place.

it's peaceful and quiet.

once we get in the privacy of his apartment, neither of us hold back. one thing leads to another and we end up in his bed, with no clothes. we wake up the next morning around the same time, tangled in each other. Quinn pushes the hair out of my face and smiles, "morning beautiful."

I blush and whisper, "morning q."

"so about last night?"

"yea?"

"what do you say me and you give this whole relationship thing a try? I've wanted this for months but I didn't wanna ruin our friendship or lose you." he says softly.

I nod and press a soft kiss to his lips. I say back, "me too. I'd love to see where this goes. there's only been you Quinn, even though we were only friends, it's always been you."

he nods and just pulls me into him and kisses me again. let's just say our morning was as late as our night...

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #vancouver canucks #hockey #nhl hockey

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[Translation] Skits of "Our magical party wiz you" and the staged reading ""A Mixer After the Mission"

Good day, everyone! I have translated the skits and the staged reading from the “Our magical party wiz you!” (Mahoawa) event on January 28-29th, 2024. It took me a while, and this is not the full translation for the 2-hour show. There are also Q&A activities involving seiyuus and some additional skits with characters. However, I translated all the skits featuring CaiOwe and the 20-minute main skit "A Mixer After the Mission" written by the devil Tsushimi Bunta!

Please feel free to share the link to the translation or screencap it to react.

Characters: Oz, Arthur, Mithra, Rutile, Cain, Owen, Snow

(The Day’s skit)

Owen: Hey, are you kidding me?

Mithra: That's my line.

Cain: Hey there, you two. Let's not start off on such a tense note, alright? What's going on?

Mithra: The thing I just had for lunch is called Napolitan pasta. This guy has more bacon in his bowl than mine, not fair at all.

Cain: More bacon? How nice!

Owen: That's not nice, comparing to that pudding he has. Mithra's pudding is bigger than mine.

Mithra: Obviously, because I eat faster than you.

Owen: You were just eating everything randomly, weren't you? Ah, I feel sorry for that pudding, being eaten by someone like you.

Mithra: So you're not giving up? How unsightly.

Owen: Hah? You want to die?

Mithra: Just what I want.

Owen: Cuore Memini–

Mithra: Athrim—

Cain: Wait, hold on!! Let's not start a fight out of nowhere! You'll wreck the place.

Rutile: Ah, how about this? Since we're in a theater, why not have a competition fitting this place?

Mithra: A competition fitting this place?

Rutile: Let's have the spirits of this land as judges. Since they love singing and art, we could have a poetry competition. What do you think, dear spirits? (The audience applauds)

Rutile: Thank you.

Mithra: Well, okay. I'm the strongest at writing poems.

Owen: I won't go along with your ridiculousness. Such a stupid game.

Mithra: Oh? Is it because you don’t have confidence?

Owen: Aren't you just led by the nose?

Cain: Please don't start a new round of quarrels, guys. Owen, if you're not interested…

Owen: Fine, I'll participate. With Mithra's brain, my victory is assured.

Sir Knight, let's start quickly *kick*

Cain: Ouch! Why did you suddenly kick me?!

The theme is “Winter”. Owen, you first!

Owen: Eh? Me?

Cain: 321, GO!

Owen: The…the winter sun…on top of the sky…turns into…a frozen white jade…

Rutile: Wow, what a beautiful imagery!

Owen: On the snow field…there's…a fluffy dog…but his fur sheds…and vanishes with the wind…

Cain: Ahhh, he was so fluffy, though.

Mithra: That's it? Well, no surprise that you're at this level

Rutile: But the first part was great! I couldn't have come up with “frozen sun”!

Cain: I also love fluffy dogs, they’re like winter. When you see your dog getting shaggy, you know winter's here. It's a shame his fur fell out.

Owen: Oh, you like that? Then why don't I turn you into a big hairless dog and throw you into an extremely cold place where it snows all the time?

Cain: Why do you come up with words to insult me so easily?!

Cain: Next theme is “Northern Wizards”. 321, GO!

Mithra: On the snow field…there is a fluffy dog.

Owen: Wait, don't copy me.

Cain: It’s even the same dog.

Mithra: Standing there is a creature more majestic than a dog, a huge crocodile... and the strongest and most fearsome, me...

Mithra: Hmmm, sounds weird. Rutile, you are up.

Rutile: Huh!? Uh...if you step on the shadow...

Owen: Hey hey, it'd be cheating to ask others for help, wouldn't it? Rutile, don't say more.

Rutile: I'm...I'm sorry. I can't resist answering when someone asks me...

Mithra: Huh? Is there a rule against asking others?

Cain: Well...no, there isn't. Sorry, I forgot to set rules. But I trust the spirits (audience) will judge fairly. Let's hear Rutile's first.

Rutile: Yes! Owen's expression was particularly poetic, and Mithra was great at involving others.

Cain: I see. Both had unique elements in their poems. What do the spirits think?

(The audience applauds)

Cain: I see. Congratulations, Owen and Mithra, you share the victory!

Rutile: Congratulations!

Mithra: Winning was too easy. Poetry seems like child's play.

Owen: You just won without a fight. Let's start over.

Cain: The spirits seem pleased, making the atmosphere livelier and more energetic here.

Owen: That means…

Mithra: Then...

Owen/Mithra: *fighting each other* Cuore Memini/Arthim!

(The Night’s skit)

Snow: You're back too. Just walking around, not bothering anyone and not killing anyone?

Owen: You think I'm Mithra? I don't do those things. *sound of chewing*

Cain: What are you eating?

Owen: Dango from a nearby stall. It's right over there, by the red gate.

Snow: You're right, it smells sweet and delicious.

Cain: I noticed it too when I passed by earlier today. But I was so full that I couldn't eat anymore, so I didn't buy any.

Owen: Because you had too much Napolitan pasta, didn’t you? What a glutton, ordering such a large portion.

Cain: I couldn't help it! It was so delicious. After that, I walked around the streets with Rutile for a long time and started feeling hungry again.

Hey, give me one.

Owen: The song of hot dango.

Cain: What?

Owen: If you want one, sing. This is a payback for making me do weird things during the day.

Cain: Are you still holding a grudge over that...? Eh…Impromptu singing? I've never done that without a drink...

Snow: How about this? They also sell hot drinks near the red gate. It's slightly sweet and tastes a bit like wine, but it's actually non-alcoholic.

Cain: Thanks. Ohhh, it smells good. Now this can set the mood I need...

Owen: Cuore Morito

Cain: Ugh!?

Snow: Owen!? What did you--

Cain: ....He he he...there...is a pile of hot dango...~

Snow: Cain!?

Cain: Dango dango~~ Taran taran tan tan~

Owen: He's started drunken dancing and singing now. How clumsy and amusing.

Snow: Dear! Did you cast a spell on Cain? That kid took just a sip and he's already drunk.

Cain: Ha, ha ha...Let's take off our clothes to dance and sing, everyone...

Owen: Do it, do it~

Snow: Wah!!! Wait--! Noscomnia!

Cain: What just happened?

Owen: What, we were just getting to the good part.

Snow: Phew, that was close. Are you okay, dear? You were only dancing and singing, don’t worry.

Cain: I can’t remember…..But then that means I fulfilled Owen’s request?

Owen: Well, you could say that. Here, I'll give you a dango, catch it. *throw it away*

Cain: Ah! Hey, don’t just toss dango around like that!

The staged reading "A Mixer After the Mission" written by Tsushimi Bunta

Arthur: Look, Lord Oz, there are fireworks lighting up the sunset sky.

Oz: Indeed.

Rutile: It seems people are setting off fireworks to celebrate the resolution of the recent event. How beautiful.

Cain: Strange occurrences took place at Granvelle Castle. Although very dangerous and tricky, fortunately, we managed to solve them successfully.

Snow: That's right, the people on the street are also very happy. Beautiful music is coming from the square, it feels delightful.

Oz: Indeed.

Snow: Ah, dear Oz, the young wizards are all very happy now. You should sometimes respond to them with something more enthusiastic, like "Wow! That's fantastic!"

Arthur: Just watching the fireworks with Lord Oz makes me happy enough. And is this music the same as the one played during the inauguration ceremony?

Cain: Yes, the sound of fireworks, the music from that day, and the laughter of the people. Just hearing them makes me feel like I've been transported back to the day of the inauguration ceremony.

Arthur: The sages and their wizards gathered on the terrace of Granville Castle and waved many times to the people.

Rutile: After that, a lot of things really happened. Time has really flown by since then. Being able to become so close to Lord Arthur, Uncle Mithra, and others is like a dream.

Speaking of which, where are Uncle Mithra and Mr. Owen?

Cain: Hmm? Oh, I don't see them either. Weird, they were with us just a moment ago.

Snow: Maybe they went to confirm "The Legendary Wind Passage"?

Arthur: What is "The Legendary Wind Passage"?

Snow: The land in this area is blessed by the wind spirit, thus strong winds blow sometimes. The most famous one is a passage where there are always violent storms. It is said that only the strongest wizard can pass through this legendary passage.

Arthur: So it’s the strongest passage?

Snow: Exactly, the strongest passage, literally as the words imply.

Cain: I'm pretty sure those two are competing to see who can fly through that passage faster.

Rutile: I am very confident in my broom-flying skills and would like to participate too...

Mithra: Arhtim

Arthur: They're back. Welcome back, Mr. Mithra, Mr. Owen.

Mithra: We're back.

Owen: Ugh, that was the worst.

Mithra: Oz, it is said that only the strongest wizard can pass through the wind passage - the strongest path, and I have conquered it. In other words, I'm the strongest. Your strongest throne has been taken away by me. How about that? Don't you want to say something?

Oz: Wow, that's fantastic.

Mithra: Huh?

Oz: Wow, that's fantastic.

Mithra: What's that?

Oz: Wow, that's—

Mithra: Shut up, you're noisy.

Arthur: Lord Oz, your level of agreement is truly superb.

Speaking of celebration, it seems that Lord Oz, Mr. Mithra, and Mr. Owen have never participated in a mixer.

Oz: Mixer?

Arthur: A mixer is to celebrate an encounter. If possible, how about holding one now? I feel a bit regretful not being able to join the social gathering with Lord Oz and others.

I also want to plan a mixer for 22 people including the Sage.

But now that we are here, how about practicing this bonding event in advance?

Mithra: Interesting, I want to join this thing called a mixer or something

Arthur: Thank you, Mr. Mithra.

How about Lord Oz?

Oz: Yes.

Arthur: Thank you so much!

How about Owen?

Owen: I won't. It's boring.

Cain: Don't say that.

If we sit face to face in a social gathering, we can understand each other better and maybe become closer.

Owen: When did I say I want to get along with you?

Cain: I want to get along well with you.

Owen: I don't want to. As if I would go.

Cain: Uhmm okay, that's good then! I actually don't want to get along with you either, but I have to do this because my lord is here. Lucky for me that you refused me first.

Owen: Oh? So you actually don't want to get along with me?

Cain: Yeah, why should I want to get along with you? You took my eyeball.

Owen: Ha ha, what a pitiful Sir Knight.

Owen: Then I will reluctantly join this mixer. Let's get close to each other, shall we?

Cain: Is that so?! Thank you, Owen!

Owen: Huh?

Cain: That's good for you, Arthur.

Owen: What does this mean?

Cain: Everyone, let's join in the fun!

Owen: Hey? Hey!

Arthur: I see!

Speaking of which, the Sage told me once…in mixer, people are supposed to have some special events.

Rutile: Special events?

Mithra: No matter what those are, it’s not a problem for me

Arthur: I don't know the specific details. Let's try to find out.

Rutile: I think I have an idea! (Rutile starts singing)

Rutile: Why do you want to drink? Why do you want to drink? Because you want to drink, so you drink!

(T/n: He is singing a parody of なんで持ってんの, a japanese drinking song)

Arthur: *confused voice* W-what song is that?

Rutile: This is the kind of song everyone sings at the beginning of a mixer.

Cain: Somehow, it feels like I’ve heard it somewhere before.

Rutile: Really? I created this song, though.

Cain: Really? But it sounds a bit familiar… Anyway, since we have songs, there should also be dances, right? Like dancing in pairs at a ball.

Arthur: That sounds appropriate! Perfect for social occasions to celebrate new encounters.

Owen: So how about this?

Owen: We play a game where one person acts as the king and the rest are retainers who follow the king's orders.

Cain: This game might not be suitable for this event, right?

Owen: …it isn’t?

Cain: It could make the atmosphere tense. It doesn’t seem like a social game.

Rutile: Although it sounds fun, I don’t think it's suitable for social gatherings.

Owen:…Hmmm, whatever.

Arthur: So, what dishes do you think should be served at the party?

Rutile: Dishes, huh? If there’s a grand feast at the mixer, the atmosphere will be livelier.

Cain: You must be hungry, Rutile. How about roasting a whole pig or something?

Arthur: Sounds like the mixer will be quite lively.

Rutile: It does sound that way! A roasted whole pig would be nice at a mixer.

Owen: Hey, how about this?

Mixing a hot sauce puff into a plate of sweet puffs filled with thick cream.

Cain: Absolutely not. That's a terrible idea.

Owen: Why?

Cain: Well, it's just not feasible. People who eat the hot sauce puff would be in for a bad time. This is meant to be a rare opportunity to meet new friends, and doing this would definitely make the atmosphere tense.

Owen: …Wouldn’t that make everything surprisingly lively though?

Cain: No, absolutely not. This would make it difficult to warm up the atmosphere. Think about it carefully— putting hot sauce in the puff for people to eat. It's going to be very tense, I'm telling you.

Rutile: I would certainly feel nervous…

Owen: Hmmm, whatever.

Snow: Ah, now I remember!

Rutile: What is it, Lord Snow?

Snow: Dear Sage mentioned a "first impression" game that seems to be held at the mixer.

Rutile: A game of first impressions?

Snow: Yes, for example, a question like "Who looks the gentlest here, or the richest person," and then you point to someone intuitively.

Snow: I hope everyone points to me when being asked "Who is the cutest person here?"

Oz: He just blurts out his wish.

Mithra: I definitely don't think you're the cutest person. If you asked who the scariest person is, I'd probably point to you.

Snow: I'm not scary. I'm obviously very cute.

Rutile: Very cute, indeed. But since we’ve met before, it might be difficult to judge as if it were the first time.

Snow: No worries. If it's just for a short time, I can erase your memory!

Mithra: Hah?

Owen: Erase memory?

Snow: Noscomnia.

Snow: Great, now we can play the first impression game!

Snow: Okay, after preparing, let’s point out who the cutest person here is.

Arthur: What just happened?

Mithra: What kind of terrifying magic was just used?

Owen: Step any closer, and I'll kill you.

Owen: Cuore-- Mithra: Arthi-- Oz: Voz--

Snow: Wait, wait, don't be so excited yet

Mithra: What do you mean?

Owen: Who are you?

Oz: Voz–

Snow: I said wait! Now everyone is playing the First Impression game.

Rutile: First Impression game?

Snow: Yes, it is to determine who the cutest person here is in the first impression.

Cain: Hold on a minute, I don't remember anything, not even you or myself.

Snow: Well, don't worry about that.

Cain: Don't worry?!

Snow: Yeah, don't stress about it, it's no big deal.

Cain: Is it really okay?

…Well, I suppose it is!

Rutile: Great, I don’t remember anything either, so I feel relieved to hear you say that.

Mithra: What's going on? That boy's complete lack of any sense of crisis is making me irrationally angry. My stomach seems to be hurting too.

Rutile: Oops, brother over there, do you have a stomachache?

Drink some hot potion to soothe your stomach, it'll help. I'll warm it up for you now.

Ah, but... T/n: Usually Rutile calls Mithra "Oji-san," but he's addressing Mithra as "Onii-san" now.

Mithra: What's the matter?

Rutile: This potion is very bitter. Brother, can you handle it? Will it be difficult for you?

Mithra: Not a problem. If need be, I can even eat grass.

Rutile: Ha ha, you're quite the wild one.

My first impression of you, brother, is that you're a very wild person.

Mithra: Ah, thank you.

My first impression of you is that of a careless person.

Snow: Look like someone knows how to play the game already!

Arthur: Hm? If you look closely, you two have the same eye color.

Cain: Ah, you are talking about me?

Owen: Me?

Rutile: That's right. Maybe you guys are brothers?

Ah, I feel like I have a brother too.

Cain: Do I have a brother?

*look at Owen* Can I call you big bro then?

Owen: What a joke. First of all, how could I have a brother with such weak magic power?

Besides, just from the appearance point of view, my hair color is similar to that guy’s.

Arthur: Are you talking about me?

Owen: Your magic power is pretty strong. Maybe we really are brothers.

Arthur: …Big Brother!

Owen: What's wrong~

Oz: Wrong…!

Arthur: Ah. Oz: That’s definitely wrong, although I don’t know why. Arthur: You over there… Oz: …Are you talking to me?

Arthur: …Sir, you have been silent until now.

Can you say a little more? That way we can get to know your personality better. Maybe the cutest person here is you.

Oz: I have nothing to say to you.

Arthur: Why?

Oz: *Silence* Because I have nothing to say.

Arthur: But why?

Oz: *Longer silence* Because I don't have anything to say so I won't say—

Arthur: Why—!

Snow: So, you guys have nothing to say. Okay, I get it! Let's begin! When I ask who the cutest person here is, everyone points to me.

Mithra: Isn't this cheating?

Snow: Humph! Forget it, let's not ask you; let's ask the spirits of this land.

(Snow asked who is the cutest, who is the noblest, who is the sexiest, and who is liked by animals. The audience responded with Snow, Arthur, Mithra, and Owen. After that, Snow returns memories to everyone.)

Arthur: Where are we?

Owen: Feels like there's a gap in my memory...

Cain: And I feel like I just had a strange dream...

Snow: Ha ha, the first impression game was so much fun!

Oz: I don't remember anything...

Cain: I want to join in too.

Snow: But you already participated.

Cain: Eh? I did? My memory's a bit fuzzy.

Owen: Too bad for you, then.

Snow, did you cast some strange magic on us?

Arthur: I feel like Owen and I were brothers...

Oz: Wrong.

Snow: Ha ha! That was so fun!

Mithra: So, what about the mixer to celebrate our encounter? Is this the end?

Arthur: No, it's not over yet. It's been a while since we last met.

Let’s reminisce about the events from when we first met until now.

Mithra: Are we talking about my heroic deeds?

Arthur: Mithra, Owen, Lord Oz, Cain, Rutile, Lord Snow, and our other esteemed comrades. And let's not forget the heroic deeds of our dear Sir Sage.

Cain: From the Ancient Birds and Beasts to the Resurrected City of the Dead. Three monsters attacking Granville Castle. And the perilous adventures in the Western Kingdom.

Rutile: Too many to recount. Let's share our stories tonight as we delve into the memories we share with the Sage.

Owen: There might be some pages I'd rather forget completely though.

Arthur: Even so, these are the nostalgic scenes that shape who we are. No matter how embarrassing or heartbreaking they may be, let's hold them dear in our hearts. Like precious friends, let's cherish those dark pages with tenderness.

Oz: That’s just like you, who is good at loving others.

Arthur: It's thanks to you, Lord Oz, and the watchful eyes of everyone else, that I'm able to do this. Now, everyone! Let's prepare some warm black tea and sweets. Get ready for our trip down memory lane, with the sound of fireworks and the music we love, while listening to everyone's laughter.

--- END ---

#mahoutsukai no yakusoku #mahoyaku #translation #owen #cain knightley #Mithra #Rutile Flores #Arthur #Everything is cute

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espinfeather · 4 months

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Captain Laserhawk: A Blood Dragon Remix with Incorrect quotes!

(Ft: Y/n)

Enjoy!

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*at 3am*

Jade: *runs into Y/n’s room and turns on the light* Wake up sleepyhead!

Y/n: *wakes up* Dude!

Jade: *cackles*

Bullfrog: *sits up from where they were sleeping besides Y/n* What the fuck, Jade?

Jade: *jaw drops* Wait WHAT-

————

Bullfrog: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated.

Y/n: Killed without hesitation.

—————-

Y/n: Hey, can I get a sip of that water?

Dolph: It’s not water.

Y/n: Vodka! I like your sty-

Dolph: It’s vinegar.

Y/n: …What?

Dolph: It's vinegar, PUSSY!

————

Ramon: Do you know that we are made out of atoms? And atoms never touch each other….So in my defense, officer. I did not kill the bored members-

————-

Y/n: Do you support gay rights?

Dolph: I’m literally gay.

Bullfrog: He’s avoiding the question!

—————

Y/n: Can you cut me some slack, Rayman? I’m sort of in love.

Rayman: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem.

Y/n: I’m in love with you.

Rayman: *blushes* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

——————

Bullfrog: I feel like doing something stupid.

Y/n: I’m stupid, do me-

——————

Y/n: Aren’t you going to say “have a nice day?”

Dolph: I don’t care if you have a pulse, much less a nice day.

————

Ramon: Hey, are you alright with swearing? Asking for a friend.

Dolph: Yeah?

Ramon: Bitch.

————

Bullfrog: *running towards Ramon with open arms*

Ramon: *moves out of the way*

Bullfrog: Hey, why'd you move?!

Ramon: I thought you were going to attack me.

Bullfrog: I was going to hug you!

Ramon: Why would you hug me?

Bullfrog: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

————

Rayman, on the phone: So no head?

Rayman: *Throws phone and breaks skateboard*

—————-

Rayman: There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right?

Y/n: Nope, there's 26.

Rayman: Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T.

Y/n: Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one.

Rayman: You'll get the D later ;).

————

Rayman: Y/n, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Y/n, naked in Rayman's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Rayman, already taking off his clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

—————

Ramon: Having two partners is both amazing and complicated. But all our problems are solved with communication.

Bullfrog: It’s my turn to cuddle Y/n.

Ramon: FIVE MORE MINUTES DAMMIT!

————

Y/n: Do you want to know your gay name?

Bullfrog: My... my gay name?

Y/n: Yeah, it's your first name-

Bullfrog: Haha. Very funny Y/n-

Y/n: *gets down on one knee* And my last name.

Bullfrog: Oh- oh my god.

———-

[Thats it! I hope you guys like it!]

#foryopage #fypシ #bullfrog #captainlaserhawk #rayfrog #dolph laserhawk #captain laserhawk rayman #incorrect quotes

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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—failed recipie

SUMMARY | when quackity fails to make you a cake for valentines day, he's left with a mess in his hands, and your teasing

PAIRING | cc!quackity x reader

WORD COUNT | 1k+

WARNINGS | just sweet fluff! (pun intended)

AUTHORS NOTE | a valentines day gift for one of my friends hehe. hope you enjoyed!!!

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"Dude, I love you. I do. But if I have to sit here another twenty minutes and watch you fail to make a cake, I think I might go insane."

If there was one thing you had learned today, is that Quackity really was shit at baking.

You had been sitting patiently at a wooden table for some time now, a small smile tilting the corner of your lips up as you watched him rush around the kitchen.

Your comment was met with a groan from your flour-stained boyfriend. He simply sent you a glare from behind the makeshift piping bag he had crafted out of a zipblock bag, just getting a smile from you in response.

Quackity had always been mediocre at best when it came to baking—on stream or off. His efforts usually didn't turn out too bad, but they were no gourmet meal either. Put the man under pressure, though? Now that's the real recipe for disaster right there. You should know that thought. After all, you've been sitting at his kitchen table for about an hour now watching him eyeball measurements and undercook a cake so much it just looked like soup.

"Shut up you asshole." Quackitys attempt to bite back a remark at you fell short as a round of giggly laughter peirced through his words. "You can either eat the cake I'be so lovingly made for you, or I can have it alll to myself, pendejo."

"Hey, no offense to your baking skills, but I'd rather eat my own foot than try some of that expired looking frosting you're using there."

"It's—it's not fucking expired!" He threw his hands up with another wild smile just to go and rest them on his hips. With the pink apron he was wearing, he reminded you of an exasperated middle adged mom at the grill for just a moment.

"Oh yeah?" You tilted your head right back at him, barely biting back an amused smile. "What's the date on that milk you used to make it then?"

He rolled his eyes at you, waving his hand in the air dismisivly.

"Who needs to know a stupid expiration date. It's not like it could have been that bad anywa—oh shit."

One peak on the lable at the gallon of milk had him sprinting to the trashcan, practically throwing the cake he had slaved over into it.

"A month!? How can a gallon of milk just sit in our fridge for a month!? And stop—stop laughing at me! Asshole, you knew, didn't you!!"

You could barely shake your head no in response to him as you doubled over with laughter in your chair. You nearly lost it again when you went to gasp for air after seeing the pouty expression overtaking your partners face.

"Sorry for laughing Q." You said, sounding not very sorry at all. 6 just funy when you get flustered."

"Yeah well, so much for that valentines day suprise I was promising you." Quackitys arms crossed themselves over his apron clad chest gumpily as he made his way over to sit next to you, earning a pat on the shoulder from you.

"Hey. Dont worry about it. What's that thing old people say? That its the thought that counts?"

"Not helping."

"Sorry! Sorry." You snickered at the stinkeye he gave you. "Point is, I know you love me. But watching you run around our kitchen trying to make me what I assume was a cake just showed how much you really do."

Quackity scratched the back of his neck sheepishly when you were done speaking. You took the red tint on his cheeks as leftover embarassment from the little frosting fiasco, not noticing how the color had only surfaced when you started to rub your hand up and dwn the length of his back in small circles.

"So, youre not upset about the cake?"

"Nope." You popped the p at the end, making Quackity chuckle.

"Even if chat wasnt there to ruin it this time?"

"Definitely not."

"Oh thank god, becuase I've been wanting to order Chipotle all day."

Quackity laughed when you punched him in the arm, smiling as you let out a fake gasp of offense.

"How dare you Quackity. To think you were doing something nice for me, when all you wanted was a taco."

"Fuck off." He groaned with a smile before falling back into silence.

A beat of silence.

"But can we order Chipotle?"

"Yeah. I'll get the phone."

"Yesss."

#quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity x reader #quackity #dsmp x reader #dsmp x you #dsmp x y/n #dsmp #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #mcyt #cc!quackity #sardonics valentines day event ♡

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hughes86-43 · 2 months

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dad quinn with some angst

Just Disappointed | Q. Hughes

warnings - none, just some angst with dad!quinn

note - this probably wasn’t as angsty as you wanted but I had to give it a happy ending! still hope you enjoyed it!

You had just put your four year old daughter down in her bed after a long day of running errands, cleaning the house, and keeping up with her. You and your daughter finished the day, before laying her down, with watching your husband, Quinn’s, game on tv.

Your daughter had been fussy for the whole game, wanting her father, even though she could see him on tv. It had taken thirty minutes alone to put her down for bed after the game, since she didn’t want to go to bed unless she saw her dad.

Quinn had texted you after the game that he would be home in an hour, so you kept her up till then. However, an hour later he wasn’t home yet, so you decided to put her to bed despite the fussing.

Sitting on the couch, thirty minutes after he said he would be home, Quinn walked through the door. Spotting you, he says, “Hey, baby. Did you guys watch the game? We won!”

“Yes, we did,” You mumbled, not making eye contact with him.

“What’s wrong?” Quinn said, making his way towards you on the couch.

“‘What’s wrong’? What’s wrong is that you said you would’ve been home thirty minutes ago, and you weren’t! Our daughter stayed up to see you, and wouldn’t go to bed until she saw you, and you weren’t here! I had to just go ahead and put her to bed without you with her crying for you! Where even were you?!” You say, trying to keep your voice down so you wouldn’t wake up your daughter down the hall.

“I know what I said when telling you what time I would be home, but one of the guys asked if I wanted to stop for food so I did! I didn’t think it would be a big deal, I didn’t think she would still be awake!” Quinn says, while turning to wake towards to the kitchen to put his food up.

Following him into the kitchen hot on his heels, you say, “Not a big deal! You didn’t even tell where you were, if you did I would’ve understood. But I had to tell our daughter that you weren’t home yet and that she has to go bed. She cried for a good fifteen minutes before falling asleep!”

“I’m sorry!”

“I’m not the one you should be saying sorry to. She wanted you so bad tonight, and my own heart broke for her. She missed her dad. I understand that you wanted to stop for food with your teammate, and you should’ve let me know that, but in the morning you need to talk to her,” You say walking towards him.

He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you towards him. Laying his head on your shoulder, he says, “She’s gonna hate me.”

“Quinn, baby, she could never hate you. For one, she’s four years old. For two, she thinks of you has her whole world. All she wanted was you here since that game started. She just missed you, when she wakes up in the morning, she’s going to be so happy to see you, so she could never hate you.” You give him a kiss on the cheek, while rubbing your hands up and down his back. “Now let’s head to bed, and you can talk to her in the morning.”

The sun is shining in through the curtains when you roll over expecting Quinn to be right next to you but your hands just run over cold bedsheets. Sitting up, you hear noises in the baby monitor. Making your way out of the bed, you throw on a hoodie of your husbands and make your way down to your daughters room

Upon entering, you stop and take a look at the scene in front of you. Quinn is sitting in your daughters bed, holding her while she playfully messes with his hair.

He says to her, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here last night baby. Daddy made a mistake, but I couldn’t be anymore happier to see you.”

Your daughter, with a big smile on her face, says, “Its okay daddy! I still love you!” She instantly snuggles into Quinn, and he hugs her extra tight.

“Do you guys have room for one more?” You say shyly from the door which has them both looking at you with smiles on their face.

“Mommy! Daddy’s here!”

“Yes, he is! Isn’t daddy the best!” You say as Quinn pats the spot next to him on the bed.

Wrapping one of his arms around you, while keeping hold with one arm on your daughter, he kisses you on the cheek. “I think mommy gets all the credit for being the best! She can calm us both down,” he says. Then your daughter gets distracted by wanting to show her dad her new stuff animal that was sent by Uncle Luke, you take this moment to talk to Quinn.

“See I told you she would never hate you, she loves you so much,” as you lay your head on his shoulder.

Quinn sighs, “I know, but I guess I just needed to see it first to believe it. I wouldn’t make the same mistake as last night. I hate knowing she was sad over something I did.” He reaches down and gives you a kiss.

“Daddy! Look at the stuffed animal Uncle Lu-Luke sent me!”, as she gets back onto the bed holding the new giraffe stuffed animal.

“Aw baby I love it! Why don’t you bring it over here and we can all snuggle up for a few minutes before we eat breakfast?” The mention of snuggles has her instantly moving to get In between you and Quinn.

As Quinn wraps his arm around the both of you, he knows he will never disappoint any of his girls again.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes imagines #hockey imagines #imagines #my fics #nhl imagines

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unkownbee · 4 months

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Hamliza Wedding Anniversary Quotes: Part 2 ✨✨

•--------------------------------------------------------•

Alexander: Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreshing.

Eliza, looking up from the floor where she's playing dolls with baby Angie: Are you a software update? Because not right now.

(She's having play time with the kiddies)

Alexander: Surgery is basically just stabbing someone to life.

Eliza: Please never become a surgeon.

(He would say this. That is an irrefutable fact)

Eliza: Come on Alexander, do it for our marriage. You can't put a price on that.

Alexander: Yes I can, dear. Fifty dollars.

(He's joking, btw. He'd do anything for her. Except take care of himself and have a proper sleep schedule)

Eliza, near tears: Please, Alexander, I don’t speak meme! I don't know what a 'yeet' is!

(This one is just poor sillies and I'm all here for it)

Eliza: You’re an idiot.

Alexander, looking smug and extremely proud of himself: That’s the charm.

Eliza: ...

Eliza: I can't say that that's untrue-

(And she fell for it. She fell for his idiotic charm)

Alexander: Eliza is playing hard to get.

Alexander: Little does she know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

(You silly little insomniac, you. Why would she ever even want to get rid of you? <3)

Alexander: *Walks to cabinet, removes oreo box, takes half a sleeve, throws empty box out.* Hi, Liza!

Eliza: Hey- what are you doing-?

Alexander, shoving an oreo into his mouth: I am saving space :D

(I love him so much)

Alexander: Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet?

Eliza: What? Like J F K W S Q X-

Alexander: No, like, U R A Q T.

Eliza: Awwww!

(He got that Alphabet Rizz 😏)

Alexander: Dude-

Eliza: No, no, hold up, rewind.

Eliza: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me dude??

(Eliza is genuinely baffled)

Alexander: Talk dirty to me, baby~

Eliza: The dishes.

Alexander: Wh-

Eliza: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.

(When your wife is tired of your bs and reminding you to do your chores)

Eliza: I have feelings for you.

Alexander: Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?

Eliza: We should be partners.

Alexander: You mean like, partners in crime?

Eliza: Yeah... that’s precisely what I meant.

(Don't worry, guys. He's just a little clueless sometimes. He's just a silly little dense guy 😁)

Eliza: Alexander, how could you possibly have gotten into this much trouble in one day?

Alexander: It... It didn't take me the whole day...

(This is so him)

Eliza: Did it hurt when you fell-

Alexander: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-

Eliza: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Alexander: ...

Eliza: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

Alexander: Can you cut me some slack, Eliza? I’m sort of in love.

Eliza: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem.

Alexander: I’m in love with you.

Eliza: *Blushes.* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

*Alexander and Eliza are in Paris.*

Alexander: I'm...moved. I...I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now. I feel...destiny?

Eliza: But...

Alexander: I don't know what it is. I feel like... I just never thought I'd see it with my own two eyes. And here it is. It's just there. It's right in front of me, and...

Eliza: This is what you wanted to see? The bridge from Inception?

Alexander: Yeah.

Eliza: But the Eiffel Tower is behind us, babe.

Alexander: Yeah, but this is the bridge FROM INCEPTION.

Eliza: Okay, alright.

(She finds his dorkiness and excitement adorable 😁🥰✨)

Alexander: Relationships should be 50/50. Eliza cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

Alexander, throwing his head into Eliza's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!

Eliza, lovingly stroking his hair: You're pretty annoying, that's what you are.

Eliza: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash.

Alexander: Oh. We're going out?

Eliza: Wh...

(She sits him down and gives him a lecture on why he's wonderful and an amazing person the way he is)

Eliza: I owe you one.

Alexander: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

#hamilton #hamiltrash #hamilton incorrect quotes #hamilton the musical #incorrect quotes #alexander hamilton #hamliza incorrect quotes #hamliza #hamilton x eliza

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19 | Don't Worry

Series: Significant

Paring: Colby Brock x Original female character

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2k

| MASTERLIST |

"Oh, my god! Penelope finally made her own channel!" Penelope films her first YouTube video. "Yes, I have decided to make my own channel. I saw a few asking why not make one for fun so here you go." She laughs.

"Not gonna lie this is really weird for me to do. Normally when I talk into a camera, I'm at least with two more people and not doing it alone. So pretty much what my channel is going to be is just for fun. Some vlogs to show how my days are at home, work, or whatever. Fun Q&A's if y'all want. You guys can comment or tweet me some things you want to see on here."

"Hopefully having this channel is a good way for you guys to know me more than what you just see when I'm in a few Sam and Colby videos or TFIL videos. And hopefully, you guys enjoy this if not that's completely fine by me. It's not going to hurt my feelings in any way unless you're extremely mean for absolutely no reason. I'm looking forward to this ride for me and you guys."

"Now let's go give the news to my roommates because they have no idea I'm even doing this." She stops filming and then starts again going to Aaron's room first.

"Am I bugging you?" She pops her head into his room.

"Nope, what up?" He turns towards her.

"I'm making my very first vlog for my YouTube channel. What do you think about that?" She films him.

"People can finally see what you actually deal with 24/7." He laughs, "Also you finally joined the rest of the team. You're gonna have to join the prank wars now." He lets her know.

"Oh, hell. I forgot about that. Shit." She leaves his room and goes to Sam's. "Hey, hey, Sammy." She enters his room.

He looks at her confused, "What are you doing?" He chuckles.

"I'm starting my own YouTube channel and this is my first Vlog."

"I'm so proud of you. Look at you growing up." He cheers for her making her laugh.

"Let's go tell Colby now." They go across the hall. "Colbs!" She screams swinging his door open scaring him.

"Was that necessary?!" He throws a pillow at her.

"Yes, this is my first vlog on my channel." She smiles and he jumps up on his bed cheering.

"She's joined the dark side!"

She leaves his room finding Corey and Elton together, "Say hi for my first vlog going up on my channel!" She screams at them with Sam and Colby following her.

"What? Look at you!" Elton applauds her.

"Penelope! Penelope!" Corey chants.

"That means you can be part of the prank wars now, right? We get you and you can get back at us?" Elton brings it up as well.

"Shut up! Never mind, I'm not starting a channel." She shakes her head.

"Nope, now we can 100 percent involve you now." Colby cheers.

"Okay, well I'm ending this here now. Thank you, guys, for watching my first-ever video. You'll probably see stupid prank wars videos as soon as these idiots prank me. I'm not looking forward to that." She huffs.

"Like, comment, and subscribe!" Sam screams.

"Yeah!" They all yell.

"Again, thank you guys. I'll see you next time." She says ends the video.

"Look at her Colby. She's already a pro." Sam fake cries.

"Whatever, Sammy. Thank you guys for being happy for me." She tells them and they say of course.

She goes to her room and edits her video for a bit before she has to go do a little shoot for work. Leaving the house though, her car doesn't start so she goes back in asking for a ride and Colby is as the only free one.

"They won't mind if I'm just there right? Since I'm your ride and can just wait for you." Colby asks following the directions.

"I don't think they will mind. There's plenty of room behind to sit and watch. I've seen others that do nothing just sit around waiting for someone." She tells him.

As Penelope said they didn't really care Colby was there since he was her ride. Just as long as he say quietly they wouldn't have a problem with him.

While Penelope sat in her chair getting her hair and makeup done, Colby noticed Darwin walk in so he walked over to him.

"Ugh, if you're here she's here." Darwin sighs.

"You got my message right?" Colby crosses his arms.

"Yes, I got your stupid message. And I don't care if you guys are dating because I'm seeing someone else now. Who is way better than Penny." Colby's hands ball up into a fist and Darwin sees this, "Do it. Embarrass your girlfriend at her job."

"I'm not going to satisfy you." Colby walks off going back to Penelope, "Darwin just got here." He tells her.

"Just ignore him. For me, please." She takes his hand into hers.

"I will for you." He gives her a smile.

"Thank you." She lets go of his hand, "Now, I gotta go do my solo then we do group and we're good to go." She gets out of her chair.

As she works Colby just watched and was memorized by her and how she was a natural for the camera, "I'm entirely fucked." Colby says to himself then forces himself to look away to see another girl looking at him in a flirty way. His eyes widened a bit before looking back at Penelope.

"Darwin, who is that?" The girl walks over to him.

Darwin looks over at who Megan was talking about, "Colby, Penelope's boyfriend but when I dated her, he was just her best friend." He rolls his eyes.

"He's dating her?" She can't help but laugh, "He's too good-looking for her."

Darwin looks at her, "And I wasn't?"

"You were but you're not my type. He is." She looks back over at Colby, "You think he's the type to leave her or cheat?"

"You aren't going to get what you want Megan so give up now." Darwin goes through his phone but she walks over to Colby anyway.

"Hi, I'm Megan." She puts her hand out to Colby, who is startled by her coming over.

"Hey, I'm Colby, Penelope's boyfriend." He shakes her hand quickly.

"How did she get so lucky meeting you?" She says in a flirty tone.

"Childhood friends. Our moms are best friends." He looks at the time on his phone feeling awkward at the moment.

"So you guys are like really close?"

"Yeah, dippers to now. So our relationship is great." He smiles looking over to see Penelope still busy.

"I know you guys are like best friends as well but she can still keep secrets from you. Like did you know, she cheated on Darwin, with the guy over there, Jake. If you watch them near each other you can see they have a secret thing. I'm just trying to warn you."

Colby can't help but laugh at her, "Thanks but I'm good. We're good because you're making up lies at the moment. One; she tells me everything because we're best friends first. Two; Jake is gay because I follow him on Instagram so I know he has a boyfriend."

Megan stood there taken back because she was used to the guy believing her and getting with her next. She just huffs walking away as Penelope comes back, "You met Megan..."

"Yeah, made up lie about you. You apparently have a secret thing with Jake." He laughs.

"Wow. Yeah, she has a repetition for going after other girls' boyfriends and normally she gets what she wants." Penelope lets him know.

"Well, she's not getting what she wants this time." Colby kisses her cheek.

"Also, I'm not needed for the group shoot so we can go home now." She lets him know as well.

"Great because Megan eyeing me makes me super uncomfortable. First thing first, I have to find the bathroom before we head out."

Penelope gives him the directions while she grabs her stuff so Megan walks over to her, "Colby is sweet. Darwin said something while you were with him."

"Again, I never cheated on him with Colby. We got together after and months after so it wasn't right away." Penelope huffs trying to plead her case.

"I honestly don't see what he sees in you. You're way out of his league." Megan eyes her up and down before leaving her.

"I heard we're apparently a secret thing." Jake joins Penelope's side, "Freddie thinks that's funny."

"Yeah, she's trying to get what she wants."

"Are you even a little nervous she could? You two aren't really so..." He whispers the last part because he has known about the act since she told him.

"I know Colby's type and she doesn't fit it, trust me. Plus he hates mean girls. Especially if they're mean to me. Junior year he stood up his date to homecoming because she said shit about me." Penelope giggles thinking back, "It was funny the next day at school."

"Well, I wish you guys luck with her." Jake goes to his shoot as his name is called.

Walking towards the bathroom area, Penelope sees Megan with her back against the wall kissing Colby with her arms around his neck and his hands on the wall, "Huh." Penelope speaks up so Megan lets go smirking while Colby was speechless.

He was just coming out of the bathroom when Megan popped up out of nowhere and pulled him into a kiss. Her hold on him was tight he's been trying to get her off him for like the past minute. He thought he could use the wall as support to push out of her hold but it still didn't work.

"I get what I want." Megan shoulder checks Penelope going back to the main area.

Penelope shakes her head walking out with Colby following, "I swear I have been fighting to get out of her grip, Penny. I came out and she came out of nowhere grabbing me." Colby speaks up finally as they reach his car.

"It's okay, Colby." Penelope forces a laugh, "We aren't actually dating so you don't have to worry." She gets in the car.

"No, I do because you know me. I would never kiss or get with anyone who treats you like shit. Megan is a piece of trash and kissed me forcefully." Colby doesn't start the car.

"Colby, it's fine. I know and I believe you." She gives him a smile but deep down it hurts her for some odd reason. Like he said, he was trying to get her off him but still.

The ride back to the house was silent and the only the radio was the sound. Entering the house they go in different directions and Colby goes to rant to Sam.

"Oh, what now!?" Sam asks as Colby enters his room.

"So this chick, Megan, who is a bitch by the way. Forced herself into me because I'm dating Penelope. Penelope caught her kissing me in this situation because I couldn't get out of this girl's grip. I told Penelope what happened and she told me not to worry about it. Tell me why I feel like I should worry about it?" Colby takes a seat on the bed.

"You know exactly why, Colby. I don't have to remind you."

"But still!" He leans back hitting his head on the wall.

"I think your act is really getting to you since you actually want it to be true. You felt as if you were actually kissing another girl that's not Penelope, your girlfriend. Colby, you need to tell her or get over it because you're gonna drive yourself insane." Sam tries to help his best friend.

"Why did I have to feel this way about her? You were never this bad when you liked her. Yeah, I heard you saying you were close to asking her out before Tyson."

"Oh, I was, I just knew how to control my crush on her. Thankfully you introduced me to Kat and it went away." Sam laughs.

"What?! You liked her that long? Sam!" Colby jumps up.

"I did, yes."

"How can you have liked her when I did?" Colby says making Sam point at him.

"Ha! So you did know you liked her way before the kiss!" Sam jumps up now causing Colby to glare at him.

"Oh, shut up. You already said I've always had a thing for her deep down. I just never wanted to admit it. And you're not helping me right now."

"This is for you to figure out, dude." Sam pats his back.

#sam and colby #colby brock #sam golbach #katrina stuart #jake webber #corey scherer #elton castee #tara yummy #colby brock imagine #colby brock ff #colby brock fanfic #best friend #friends to lovers #tfil

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plethomacademia · 4 months

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dark urge modern au: horrible influencer edition

I was talking dark urge modern AUs in a discord and decided that Maeve would be a Goop-style toxic influencer with a certification in Reiki that sells pussy candles and @todderwodders gave me the prompt to write a drabble of her doing an instagram live. I feel like I haven't posted writing lately so here, have a cursed object which is the most toxic influencer doing a non-apology to head off being cancelled.

For people who haven't met this horrible woman, she is a charismatic cult leader archetype in the BG3 universe.

559 words, Sceleritas is her head mod and assistant, I'm sorry.

Maeve adjusts the large tablet in front of her, smiles at her own beautiful face, flipped horizontally by the front facing camera. She reaches to turn on her ring light, then checks her angles. It’s almost perfect, which is just the right amount of perfect, she thinks. Too much more and people will notice the effort.

She picks up her phone and swipes through her texts. Her mod team is small but mighty, her best people ready to help her contain the chaos of one of her scheduled lives. She opens one from her assistant, Scelly. u totally got this <3 truly the master, love u so much, it says. Maeve sends back her Memoji blowing a kiss. She checks her hair again, smooths it out along with her facial expression, then hits the go live button. Immediately, she sees them joining, her lovely followers. She wiggles her fingers at the screen. “Hey guys, get settled in! How are we doing this amazing Thursday?” She does not try to keep up with the scroll of the comments as they fly across the bottom of the screen. There are far too many and the number increases as more and more people join in. The pre-show is her favorite, all the excitement, the multiple exclamation points she sees as people tell her hello!!!! omg i caught a live!!!, the emojis as they float past her view. She takes a glance at her phone again to see if her mod team has anything to say, but it’s blissfully clear. This is good, because she has to start with a hard topic that she is not looking forward to. As happens regularly, someone is trying to cancel her. “Ok guys, let’s get started. Welcome to everyone new! I am so excited to show you some sneak peeks at a prototype that we’ve been working on for you!” She takes a beat to look at herself and force her smile to flatten out, her eyebrows upturn slightly, the expression she has been practicing all day. Scelly had helped her figure it out, the perfect combination of concern, contrition, and her normal charm. It was perfect, but not too perfect, of course. “First of all, I want to take some time at the top to address some comments that I have seen floating around. I am truly sorry to anyone who misinterpreted my interview with the Gazette last week. My brand has always been inclusive, of course, and it breaks my heart when someone does not understand that. So please, remember lovelies,” she puts her hand to her chest, “no matter what gender, all pussies can benefit from having their aura realigned. So please, she, he, they, anyone is welcome to use my offer code for 25% off their first purchase when over the limit. Scelly or one of the mods, can you throw that in the chat please?” She watches the emojis fly across the side of her screen, hearts and smiles and she forms a heart with her hands. “You guys are so great, I knew you would understand. It’s just so hard, you know?” She touches the corner of her eye, the suggestion of a tear. “But enough of that, we all know why you are here! And please remember to shoot the mods any questions for the Q and A later!”

#dark urge #maeve #sorry #modern au

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Onstage at the Natural Law Party Concert, April 6, 1992; photo by The Daily Telegraph.

Q: “Just before the British election in April you played a benefit show here in London for the Maharishi’s new Natural Law Party. George: “Yeah. Just like in America, people are bored with the politicians. The political parties may have slightly different policies, but basically they’re all the same. It’s all a real low-level game, that’s how I see politics. They don’t have any kind of budget limits for Gulf wars or Falklands wars, but if it’s for national health or something it’s hard to get them to put any money in. Maharishi got the TM instructors to put themselves up for election. It was a very long shot because they only put themselves up 10 days before the election. It was just to create a stir. They printed a manifesto which was really good. A lot of the party politicians think of it as a joke. For me it was a stand just to say, ‘Look, I’m not impressed with any of you politicians, so I’m going to put my vote with the Natural Law Party.’ It’s kind of a wind-up, really. The public ought to realize that they don’t have to vote for the same old degenerates year in and year out.” Q: “That’s why Ross Perot is doing so well in America. He may be a kook, but a lot of people just want another option.” George: “Exactly. The thing is, in America it’s hard to get anywhere, because look at Bush! He was the head of the CIA. He’s got the whole, sleazy world of politics all working for him. But you know, it’s a reflection of who the public are. The people get what they deserve from their own choosing. You can criticize Bush, but in a way he’s the result of the American people, just as Mr. Major and Mrs. Thatcher are for the British. What we have to do is raise the consciousness of the public and then they won’t stand for these people.” Q: “Of course, just as a schoolteacher hates the troublemaker who gets good grades, the system really hates a wealthy person who speaks against the system. The attitude is…” George: “…’Hey, we’re taking care of *you*!’ They just want you to close your eyes because they take care of the rich. It’s stupid. I don’t even feel a part of the system. I can’t relate to it. It’s more and more difficult for me to even think about it. But that’s why we did the show. They formed this party to throw a spanner in the works and try to crate some kind of inspiration in case there were any people interested in something different from the same old thing.” - RCD, June 1992 (x)

#George Harrison #quote #quotes by George #quotes about George #1992 #Natural Law Party Concert #fits queue like a glove

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absurdthirst · 2 years

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Happy Mother’s Day {Marcus Pike x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7.6k

Warnings: Post pregnancy, angst, body image issues, breastfeeding, postpartum depression, mentions of cheating, miscommunication, lactation kink, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex

Comments: You are three months out from having your daughter Lily with your boyfriend Marcus Pike. He’s been secretive and there have been messages you've seen with his gorgeous - non post baby body - coworker. You think he’s cheating and Marcus is focused on making your Mother’s Day a day you always remember.

A/N: Postpartum depression and post baby body issues are a very valid thing. Motherhood is wonderful but it can take a toll on the mental health and physicality of those that bring life into the world.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.

Your entire world feels like it’s crumbling. Eyes watering as you look down at the baby, sleeping peacefully in her bassinet like there is nothing wrong. Even though everything was going to change when her father decides that he’s done trying to hide the relationship that he is obviously having with her. Of course he would want her. You are fat, covered in stretch marks, your boobs leak, you can’t even remember if you showered yesterday and most damning of all, he hasn’t touched you since Lily’s birth. “I’m so sorry.” You whisper to your daughter, regretting not being enough to keep him home, never wanting a broken home like you had been raised in. You had thought that Marcus Pike had felt the same way, but the way the text messages are flying, obviously not.

Marcus is nervous. Today is the day. He double checks he has everything on the tray. “Pancakes. Check. Bacon. Check. Eggs. Check. Mimosa. Check. Coffee. Check. Syrup. Check. Butt- butter. Shit. Butter.” He says, rushing to get some butter from the fridge. He cuts it up and places it in the pancakes. He adjusts the flower in the thin vase and he grins as he carries the tray into the bedroom, frowning when he sees you crying. “Baby? What - what’s wrong?” He asks, his happiness deflating at seeing you so upset.

Looking up, you swipe your eyes, plastering on a smile that you know probably looks fake. “N-nothing.” You promise, hating that he caught you crying. “Everything.” You admit, knowing he won’t believe you entirely. “Hormones.” You explain with half a shrug as if that explained everything. It should, you were emotional since finding out you were pregnant and even more so after you had Lily.

Marcus frowns, carrying the tray over to you. “Happy Mother’s Day, sweetheart. First of many.” He smiles, leaning in to kiss your cheek and he frowns when you freeze. He sets the tray down on your lap, “I made all your favorites.” He says, “I, uh, since Lily can’t cook yet.” His joke falls flat and he shifts to look over at Lily. “Hey baby girl.” He coos, reaching out to stroke her head. He’s so in love with her it’s insane. He swears his heart is about to beat out of his chest every time he sees you breastfeeding her.

“I-, uh, thanks.” There’s no way that you could eat right now, already feeling like you are going to be sick. The text messages that you had seen before you had just turned off the iPad had made you want to throw up. ‘I don’t want to make her too suspicious. I want everything in place before I do this.’ Followed up by his co-worker’s reply. ‘God I love you Marcus ❤️ You are such a good man.’ You wonder how she could think he’s a good man when they are discussing him leaving.

He isn't sure what's wrong but he figures it could just be that you're tired. "You want me to take her while you eat your breakfast? Daddy has missed his little chickie." He coos, stroking her cheek with his finger. His nickname for her since she was born crying out until she quietened down and almost chirped whenever she needed something.

“Sure.” You nod, almost hating to see the affection he pours on his daughter. Not because of her, but because you know you are going to be heartbroken to not receive that kind of affection too. “I need to go to the bathroom.” You murmur, pushing off the bed and rushing to the safety of the en-suite.

Marcus frowns, watching you shut the door, and he sets the tray down on the dresser so nothing spills and he scoops up the baby. Cradling her in his arms as he walks towards the bathroom door. “What’s wrong with mommy, huh?” He whispers, leaning down to kiss her forehead before he stands next to the door. “Are you okay, baby? What’s wrong?” He asks, concern in his voice.

“I-I’m f-fine.” You hiccup, hoping he doesn’t hear the tears in your voice. “I- I’m going to shower, okay?” Your lip trembles and you turn on the water before you start pulling off your clothes. Unable to even look at yourself in the mirror, knowing that because of your post-baby body, the ugly marks and flabby skin, the man you love is going to leave you.

Marcus changes the baby’s diaper while you shower, wanting you to relax all day. “There we go, Lilypad. All clean.” He coos, blowing raspberries on her stomach to make her giggle. Something she’s only just recently done. He changes her onesie to the one he had bought for today that says “I ❤️ my mama.” He grins, cradles her in his arms and sits down on the bed, just watching her. She begins to cry just as you exit the bathroom. “I think she’s hungry, sweetheart. I just changed her. I know you showered but do you-?” He is unsure of how to act around you since you seem so upset.

“I’ll feed her.” The shower did you some good, allowing you to compose yourself and calm down. You weren’t going to let this wreck you. “Come here pretty girl.” You coo softly. “Is my baby girl hungry?” You ask, taking her from Marcus and pulling your tank top down so she can latch on. “Do you have to go to the office today?” You ask, looking over at Marcus.

Marcus watches you breastfeed, ignoring the way his cock twitches at the sight, and he rubs his palms on his jeans, suddenly sweaty. “Oh, uh, yeah. I just - just for an hour or so. Got some paperwork to do.” He says, hating how awkward his voice sounds but fuck, he’s nervous. He doesn’t know what your reaction is gonna be.

“Of course.” You are proud of the way that you don’t scream at him or burst into tears. “It’s important.” You comment, looking down at Lily. You’ve already decided that you are playing along, see what he does before you give into your first instinct to pack up and leave. You didn’t want to rush, wanting to find a decent place for you and your daughter.

Marcus wishes you would open up to him. You’ve been so closed off since having Lily. He knows you have been through a lot and you are adapting to being a mother. You’re incredible and that’s what he wanted to tell you today but you seem to be in a slump and he doesn’t want to upset you even more. “Okay. I- I’m gonna head out then.” He murmurs, standing up. He leans down to softly peck your lips, kissing your forehead before kissing Lily’s. “Bye my gorgeous girls.” He offers you a smile as he grabs his FBI cap that you got him as a joke during your weekend trip to New York and he falters when you don’t even look at him. Maybe today isn’t the day. He thinks as he grabs his keys and gets into his car.

You sigh when you hear the car start up, looking down into eyes that you swear are Marcus’s. “Don’t worry.” You murmur softly. “It’s going to be okay.” You promise her, looking over at the tray he had left for you and wondering why he had put so much effort into it. It’s actually sweet and you wonder if it’s because he feels guilty. A last sweet gesture before he rips your heart out.

Marcus arrives at the jewelers, unable to believe the ring is finally ready. It's a ring he designed, wanting it to be extra special for you so it's taken longer than he anticipated. He wanted to propose to you on your third date but he promised himself that he would take it slow. After a year together, you found out you were pregnant and he didn't want to propose and have you think he was doing 'the right thing' so he waited again. Now, with Lily three months old, he is ready to propose. He is nervous, excited, but now he is wondering if you want to be with him. Perhaps you had stayed with him because you got pregnant. He hopes not because he absolutely adores you. You and Lily are his everything.

"Hey Marcus. Today's the big day, huh?" The jeweler asks with a smile. Marcus nods, greeting the older man who made the beautiful ring.

"Today is the day." He blows out a breath, unsure of himself now.

It’s only after Lily has finished eating and is happily bouncing in her seat that you realize today is Mother’s Day, not really hearing him before. Now you understand the breakfast, the reason that he was being so nice. Despite feeling like your heart is going to wither up and die when he breaks it, you will never lie and say that he doesn’t love your daughter. His daughter. He’s taken to fatherhood like a duck to water, commenting that it was all he ever wanted. Except maybe now that he has the baby, he doesn’t want the mother anymore. You huff angrily at that, shoving pancakes in your mouth and chewing them quickly. So what if you had a belly? You gave birth to his fucking ten pound baby. You’re entitled to that pooch and loose skin, damnit.

Marcus thanks the jeweler for his help, shaking his hand and accepting his good luck wishes. After the jewelers, Marcus goes to pick up the bottle of champagne he had bought to have engraved with the date you met, the date of your first date and what he hopes will be the date of your engagement. He quickly picks it up before heading to the dry cleaners to pick up his suits, hoping he can tell you it's just for his work suits. He then picks up the dessert he had ordered - your favorite - and he calls the restaurant to make sure they are going to deliver the food. He wants to do this at home with Lily. There's nowhere else he wants to be when he proposes. Finally, he arrives home, rushing through the house to hide the champagne after putting the dessert in the fridge outside.

After eating, you had basically gone on a rampage. Plucking your eyebrows and hissing in pain while you held a bag of frozen peas over them to get the swelling to go down before you painted your nails and even put makeup on. You feel almost normal and although you still can’t fit into your pre-baby jeans, there is a cute dress you bought while you were pregnant that you never got to wear and honestly? It looks damn good on you. It makes you want to send him a picture to remind him of what he’s giving up, but you don’t. Turning away from the mirror when you hear him downstairs.

Marcus's eyes widen when you come downstairs after putting Lily down for her nap. He can't believe how beautiful you look and he is happy you got dressed up as he is certain you'll want to look your best for your proposal. "Wow. Baby. You look - wow." He is lost for words, knowing he looks like an idiot with his mouth opening and closing while he stares at you. He wants to grab you and pull you in for a kiss but he has been reluctant to get too touchy with you, not wanting you to feel like he's pushing you to sex so soon after Lily.

You miss the way he used to touch you, possessively and eagerly. Like there was nothing more that he wanted to do than kiss you, or take you to bed. “Thank you.” You murmur softly. “I just wanted to feel…normal I guess.” You huff, slightly embarrassed but not ready to confront him yet. He had texted her again right after he left the house. The woman he works with asking if today was the day and Marcus telling her it was. You wanted him to regret leaving you. You had to turn off the iPad again, your stomach rolling in disgust.

Marcus bites his lip, his heart pounding and he isn't sure how to get set up without making you suspicious. His saving grace comes when Lily starts to cry and it comes through the monitor. "I'll get her." He tells you, touching your arm as he passes you before going upstairs to Lily's nursery. "Come here Lilypad." He coos, picking her up and rocking her until she calms down. He rubs her back, checking that she is dry before he places her pacifier back in her mouth, gently laying her down in the crib.

His phone rings in his pocket and he hisses. "Shit." He pulls it out of his pocket, seeing Lucy's caller ID. "Hey Lucy." He smiles, keeping his voice low and completely forgetting about the baby monitor. "Yeah. Yeah. I, uh, I haven't done it yet. I'm nearly ready to go. Yes, so excited. I'm so ready. I was ready to do it before she got pregnant and now...now it's time since Lily is three months old. - I know, it's just - I don't know what she's gonna say. I'm nervous. Yeah. Yeah. I'll see you later. Okay. Thanks sweetie." He hangs up the phone, checking Lily is asleep again before he makes his way downstairs.

You are frozen in the kitchen, staring at the monitor in horror as all of your worst fears are confirmed in one phone call. Ready to go, yeah, you bet he is. Your fingernails dig into the back of the chair you had been about to sit in and you hear Marcus come down the stairs, a small tune being hummed like he didn’t have a care in the world.

Walking into the kitchen, Marcus frowns at how tense you seem to be. He doesn't know why. "Hey baby. I, uh, I have an idea. Why don't you go watch TV upstairs while Lily is napping and I'll tidy up down here." He gestures to the bottles and glasses that need to be cleaned. "Go relax. I can handle this." He says, placing his hand on your lower back.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You hiss, jerking away from him. You can’t take it anymore, unable to keep up with the charade after hearing that. “Just tell me that you’re leaving since you’ve wanted to do it before I got pregnant and go.” You turn around and pin in him with an angry stare. “Do it, Marcus. Do it so you can go be with your ‘sweetie’.”

He is shocked, reeling back, and his brow furrows. "What - what are you talking about?" He asks, his throat dry. Did you hear him talking to Lucy? "Baby, I- I don't understand. I'm leaving?" He asks, wanting you to explain this sudden outburst.

You snort, rolling your eyes at the shocked expression on his face. He needed to become an actor instead of an FBI agent. “Please.” You huff. “I’m not an idiot.” When he doesn’t say anything you sigh. “Your messages come across the iPad, Marcus. I saw them. How you don’t want me to get suspicious so she shouldn’t text you while your home. I couldn’t fucking look after that. I turned it off. And you just had a conversation in a room with a baby monitor.” Your eyes fill with tears and you try to choke back a sob. “You haven’t touched me since Lily was born and I get it, I’m not sexy and have ugly stretch marks. You don’t want me anymore.”

Marcus is even more confused. “What the hell are you talking about?” He shakes his head. He’s so confused. “Baby. I- I want you. All the goddamn time. I’m hard literally when you walk past me. Seeing you as a mother, it’s equally the hottest and most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He steps closer but you back up. “Please, sweetheart. You gotta believe me. It’s you. Only you. Always you. I only want you. I just - I didn’t want to push you after you had Lily. As for Lucy…she’s - she’s been helping me with something. A surprise for you and I didn’t want you to know about it. There’s nothing going on between us except that she’s my coworker and friend. I swear to you, I love you. I wouldn’t - I couldn’t - I couldn’t leave you even if I tried because I’m so in love with you.”

You bite your lip, unsure of what to believe. He sounds horrified and earnest, like he needs you to believe him. “I don’t know.” You admit, shaking your head. “I want to believe you but just tell me the truth.” You beg. “I don’t- if you don’t want to be with me, just - just be honest. I’m not going to keep Lily from you or be some bitter ex.” Wrapping your arms around yourself, you try to calm down and not let your hormones dictate your reactions. You know you are sensitive right now and you don’t want to be too forgiving or not understanding enough. “I told you I was cleared for sex and you still haven’t touched me. You hate my body don’t you? I get it, it’s not the same. I hate it too.”

Marcus shakes his head so hard he nearly gets whiplash. “No. No. Fuck, baby. No. The opposite. You have any idea how - how much you turn me on? Knowing that your body is strong enough to birth our little girl? It’s - Jesus. You get me hard as a rock every time you breastfeed her which is - which is weird - but just seeing you as a mother, knowing you gave birth to our daughter…it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I loved your body before, and I love your body now because it’s you. I just - I just didn’t want to push it when you only had her a few months ago. I wanted to let you tell me when you’re ready so I don’t push you before you want me to touch you. I didn’t want to be that asshole who demands his wife fucks him so soon after having a baby. Lily is your priority and I get that. Please…please don’t doubt my love for you. Please. Baby…I adore you. I fucking worship you. I would never cheat on you. I- I was going to - shit - I was going to propose. That’s what Lucy was helping me with.”

You cover your mouth, muffling a gasp as your eyes water again. Propose? He was going to propose to you? You honestly thought that he wasn’t going to, another thought that had pushed through your mind at the most inconvenient times. He had moved so fast with everyone else, and yet you were carrying his child and he never even mentioned anything beyond asking if Lily could have his last name. Part of you had just wondered if it was so he could put her on his health insurance easier. “You were?” You ask softly. “I- are you serious? You were going to-” You bite your lip, chin trembling. “I ruined it. I ruined everything and I - fuck, I’m so sorry.” You sob, breaking down again and covering your face in your hands.

Marcus reaches for your hands, pulling them away from your face. “Baby. Baby. Look at me. Please look at me.” He pleads, squeezing your hands as you cry. He hates seeing you cry. “You didn’t ruin anything. If anyone did, it’s me. I shouldn’t - I should’ve done this months ago but I didn’t want you to think it’s because you were pregnant. I wanted to propose so you’d know I was proposing because I love you, not because of the baby. I’m so sorry I haven’t made you feel like I - like I want to be with you. I’m sorry.” He leans closer to kiss your forehead, letting go of your hands so he can wipe your tears away with his thumbs as he cups your cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, still feeling mortified and ashamed of the way that you had thought he was cheating on you. Or at least getting ready to leave you to be with another woman. “I just- I don’t feel like myself anymore, I have all these emotions I don’t know how to deal with and then- then the texts coming through.” You rush out to explain, feeling like you need to justify why you had doubted him. “S-she said she loved you. And I-“ you break off and take a deep breath. “I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

Marcus pulls you into his arms, understanding that you are going through a lot. He can’t even imagine the adjustment to giving birth and being a mother. He has had his world turned upside down by the arrival of Lily so he can’t imagine how you feel. “I should’ve paid more attention to you. Reassured you that you are gorgeous and that I love you.” He kisses your hair, “I only love you. Only you. Only want you.” He promises, inhaling the scent of your shampoo. “Baby,” He leans away from you, “can I- would you mind going upstairs and pretending that you don’t know I’m going to propose so I can get everything set up. I still want to propose and I have everything planned to make it special. You go dry your eyes and relax and I’ll call you when I’m ready. That is - is if you want me to propose?” He asks, stomach twisting that maybe you don’t want him to propose.

You nod, surprised that he still wants to after your outburst. “I want you to.” You murmur softly. “I love you Marcus, so much.” It was why you had been devastated by the idea that he didn’t want you. You had imagined forever with him. “I’ll go upstairs.” You promise, leaning in and pressing your lips to his gently, apologizing for your behavior through the kiss.

“I’ll call you downstairs when I’m ready.” He murmurs, pecking your lips again before he brings your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it. He doesn’t blame you. He’s been secretive and he knows you’ve been suspicious but he thought the surprise would’ve outweigh the secrecy. He quickly gets everything ready like he planned. Grabbing the roses and placing them in vases around the room, lighting the candles before he gets changed in the downstairs bathroom into his suit, cleaning up and exhaling shakily when he puts the ring box in his pocket. The doorbell rings and he opens the door, thanking the delivery driver for the takeout from your favorite restaurant and he lays the table, putting everything on plates and pouring a glass of wine for you, saving the champagne for later. “Okay baby. You can come down now.” He calls out to you, hoping Lily will continue napping for a while. He saw you feed and change her when she woke up about twenty minutes ago so he’s hoping he gets some time with you.

You cleaned up, reapplied makeup while you were upstairs, trying to figure out how you would make up your blunder to Marcus. Slowly coming downstairs, your eyes widen when you see how he’s transformed the space. “Marcus.” You whisper breathlessly, finding him looking handsome and so very sexy in his best suit, the blue one that you think makes his eyes look even darker. It’s cut to emphasize his broad shoulders and you remember the first time he had worn it, attending a wedding with you, ironically enough. You couldn’t wait to peel it off of him that night. You bite your lip and look around. “What’s all this?” You ask, playing along with the idea that you don’t know what he is doing. “You didn’t have to do all of this.”

"I absolutely had to do all of this baby. It's all for you. I wanted to show you what you mean to me. How much I adore you. Come, sit down. I got your favorite from the Italian down the street." He says, taking your hand to guide you over to the table. He is happy you seem to be playing along and acting like your fight never happened. He wants to do this right. He pulls the chair out for you, pushing you in before he lifts the covers on the food and sits opposite you. He picks up his wine glass once he is settled, "to us." He toasts, wanting this moment to be about you and him as the couple you started out as. Not you and him as the parents you have become.

“To us.” You smile and lift your glass to touch it to his before you take a sip. “Oh, wine….” You groan at the first taste of the fruity, dry red. It has been since you found out you were pregnant that you have had wine. Your eyes flutter closed in pleasure as you take another sip and let the liquid sit on your tongue before you swallow it. “I have plenty of milk stored in the fridge for Lily tonight.” You hum, knowing you will have to throw away whatever you produce tonight.

Marcus nods, proud of how you’ve taken to being a mother. It’s been incredible to watch. “Dig in.” He orders, “before it gets cold.” You pick up the fork, digging into the pasta, and he tries to slow down how fast he eats. He’s been nervous all day so he hasn’t eaten anything because of it. “Good? I, uh, I got your favorite dressert too.” He says, wanting to make sure this is all about you.

You soften even more, sending him a smile that shows how appreciative you are. “It’s delicious.” You promise. “You are spoiling me, breakfast this morning and now this.” You reach over to take his hand, rubbing the back of it with your thumb. “Thank you.” Now that you know what is going on, you are excited to see how he proposes. What he says. Eager for reassurances that he loves you. That need for comfort is slightly desperate but it’s what you need right now.

Marcus waits until you've finished eating and he places the dirty plates in the sink to deal with later. Serving up the desert, he places it in front of you and clears his throat when he kneels down beside the kitchen table. "Sweetheart. You are - you are the woman I have waited a lifetime for. I'm a hopeless romantic, always searching for my princess, and I have kissed many frogs." He chuckles, reaching for your hand. "You were worth waiting for. You make me happy. Every. Single. Day. You've made my house a home, given me a beautiful daughter. I just - there are not enough words to describe how much I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you in this house, having more babies and getting old. Well, older." He teases, pointing at himself. "I love you and - and I have something to ask you." He lets go of your hand, fumbling as he tries to get the box out of his jacket. Eventually, he opens it to reveal the ring. "Will you marry me?" He asks, his chest heaving slightly as his heart pounds.

You stare at the ring for a moment, even though you knew this was coming, it’s still overwhelming you. Glancing back at his soft, anxious eyes, you nod as your own fill with happy tears. “Yes, Marcus, yes!” You cry, lunging forward and cupping his cheeks while you press your lips to his. “Yes. I love you.” You murmur, happy when he wraps his arm around you and you open up, letting his tongue slide into your mouth.

He slides his tongue against yours, unable to believe you said yes. Pulling back after a few moments, he clumsily takes the ring out of the box and slides it onto your left hand. “Perfect.” He grins, holding your hand. “Do you like it?” He asks.

You look down at the ring, admiring the details and nod quickly. “It’s gorgeous.” You squeal, realizing that it’s not the standard engagement ring. It is perfect because Marcus picked it out for you. “I love it. I’m never going to take it off.”

“I, uh, designed it for you. I wanted it to be special. For my girl.” He says, “it has our initials in it along with Lily’s.” He kisses the back of your hand before he stands up, grinning and so so happy that you accepted his proposal. “I love you, sweetheart. Only you.” He promises, bending over to kiss you softly.

A small, happy sigh bubbles out of you as you stand too. “I love you too.” You promise, reaching up and caressing his cheek gently before you wrap your arm around the back of his neck and pull him closer for another kiss. “You and Lily are everything to me.” You confess. “It’s why I was so- well, you know.” You feel your face heat up with embarrassment and you have to look away, remembering how you had accused him of something so far out of his personality.

Marcus tuts, pressing his lips to yours, “no baby. I- I should’ve - it wasn’t right that I got Lucy so involved. I was just so nervous and I didn’t want you to be suspicious, but I didn’t think that you’d be suspicious of me having an affair. Never. Never. You and Lily are everything to me. Everything I’ve ever wanted. I don’t want a long engagement. I want to marry you as soon as possible.” He murmurs, kissing your upper lip.

You hum in agreement, knowing you don’t really care about a lavish wedding. Maybe just something at the courthouse. All you care about is being Marcus’s wife. “I’m sorry.” You apologize again. “She's so gorgeous and fit and I’m- post baby body.” You huff slightly. “I don’t think my postpartum is helping things either.”

Nodding in understanding, his hands slide along your waist, “baby. I think you look gorgeous but I understand. Do you - do you want to talk to someone? I know I am busy at work and you’re here - we can find someone who does online sessions?” He suggests softly, not wanting you to feel like he is pushing it, but he wants you to know he wants to help.

“I- that would be good.” You nod, feeling relieved that he’s not ignoring that you aren’t acting like yourself. You lean into him and breathe him in, smiling at the smell of his cologne. You’ve always loved this scent on him since the two of you picked it out together on your second date. “Thank you for understanding.” You bite your lip and move a little closer to him, pressing yourself against him. It’s been nearly three and a half months since you’ve had sex, felt him inside you. “Marcus….” You murmur softly.

His heart thumps and he knows what you need. He inhales sharply and his hands slide down to grip your ass, pulling you closer. “I’ve missed this. I didn’t want to make you feel pressured so I didn’t - I stayed away but baby…I want you.” He murmurs, nudging his nose along your jaw before kissing below your earlobe. “I miss the taste of your pussy. I want to taste you again.” His voice is raspy, coated with desire.

You moan, cunt clenching as it remembers just how good his tongue is. He’s always managed to make you cum on that tongue, buried inside you or flicking against your clit. “Don’t stay away anymore.” You beg, sliding your hands under his jacket and around his back. “I need to feel like you want me. That you still find me sexy.” You admit, voicing things that probably should have been said weeks ago. “I want to cum on my fiancé’s cock.” You moan.

He groans into your ear, kissing down your neck, and he walks you backwards towards the sofa, knowing he won’t be able to make it up the stairs. One hand dips under your dress, caressing your thighs, and the other reaches for the zipper on your back to pull it down. He makes quick work of removing your dress, leaving you in your underwear. His lips kiss down your neck to your chest, lathing his tongue over the swell of your breasts. His cock is pressed against his slacks but this isn’t about him, this is about you. His eyes look up to you as he sucks on your nipple through the nursing bra.

“Marcus!” You gasp out in shock at how different it feels from Lily’s tiny mouth, but your fingers burrow into his hair to hold him into place. He had joked about drinking from you when you were pregnant but when he hadn’t shown an interest after you actually produced milk, you had once again taken it as a sign that he didn’t want you anymore. Feeling some milk dribble out at the suction, you moan, hoping it doesn’t ruin the moment. “Sorry.” You whimper. “They’re full.”

He growls, “no. Don’t apologize. I’ve been wanting to taste you since your milk came in.” He confesses, not even blushing as he begins to suckle. Groaning when a spurt of milk escapes your tit and floods his mouth. He groans, his arms wrapping around you as he suckles harder and drinks some of the milk, switching to the other breast while he fumbles to unclasp your bra.

Your whimper is both relieved and aroused, looking down and watching him suck. “Baby.” You tug on his hair and are rewarded with his own groan against your nipple. “Oh god.” It’s so different from feeding your daughter, this makes your cunt clench and floods with arousal. “Oh fuck baby, h-how does it taste?”

“Fucking good.” Marcus groans, pulling back so he can pull your bra off of your arms. He surges back into your chest, taking the sensitive nipple back into his mouth as his hand slides down your side. Sinking into your panties so he can rub your clit, he doesn’t want to go too much too soon in case you are sensitive.

Whining, your hips jerk up, chasing his fingers and trying to push them down to where you want them, inside you. This is perfect, you aren’t thinking about your stretch marks or the loose skin on your stomach. Instead you are thinking about his mouth, his fingers, the hard cock that is pushed against your thigh. “Fuck baby, inside.” You beg, wanting him to finger you like he used to when you were on the couch watching movies.

He withdraws his fingers, making you whine, but he guides you back towards the sofa. “Come on baby. Sit down for me.” He orders, guiding you back towards the couch and he pulls your panties down just before you sit down. Spreading your legs, he kneels between them and leans in to kiss along your inner thighs. “So fucking beautiful.” He curses, nipping and sucking as he gets closer to your core. You whine with impatience and he doesn’t have the heart to deny you anymore. He slides his tongue through your folds, flicking your clit a few times before repeating the action.

“Marcus!” You lurch forward at the feeling of his tongue before you flop back against the cushions again. “Oh god baby, I-I’ve missed this.” You pant, reaching down and stroking his head. The last time you had done this, you couldn’t see him because of the baby bump and now you see the dark curls on his head while he feasts on you. “Fuck.” You spit, gasping out when he sucks on your clit for a second before he lets it go.

He doesn’t stop, his fingers digging into your thighs as he keeps them spread open. His tongue delves deep inside of you while his nose presses against your clit. Your tangy taste - the very taste he’s missed so dearly - makes him groan into your flesh. He wants you to cum, needs to make sure that tonight, you know there is no one else for him. Only you for the rest of his life.

God, he’s fucking talented with that tongue. Your eyes roll back as your hips chase it. Lifting when he pulls back slightly before diving in again. He’s thorough, having learned exactly what you like and uses it against you ruthlessly. Tongue swiping over your clit again and again with his nose pressed against your curls, not bothered by the fact that you’ve not waxed or trimmed in forever.

Marcus’s fingers caress your thighs and he shifts to push two fingers inside of you. Pulling away from you for a moment to check as he pushes the digits into you. He doesn’t want you to hurt but when you throw your head back and moan in pleasure, he dives back in to suck on your clit.

“Oh fuuuuuuuck.” You cry, gripping his fingers tight when he pushes them against the spot that drives you crazy. Since having the baby, you haven’t even fingered yourself and his thick fingers are incredible. “Oh shit baby, fuck, harder.” You beg, needing to cum before the baby wakes up.

He pumps his fingers into you, desperate for you to cum around them. His groan vibrates your clit as he sucks hard. His cock is throbbing, he missed this. Hearing your moans and cries, it’s been something he’s thought about when he jerks off in the shower, feeling guilty that he can’t get you off.

“Marc-“ you cut yourself off with a strangled cry, air trapped in your body as it tenses up. Heat and lightning flash through your veins and you swear your vision blacks out for a moment while your cunt contracts around his fingers. Trembling in pleasure while he works you through it, keening whimpers coming from you with every twitch of your body.

He works you through it, loving hearing you cry out in pleasure. He’s so happy to hear it after so long. “That’s it. Good girl. Good girl, baby.” He says, resting his cheek on your thigh so he can work you through it with his fingers, your fingers still tugging on his hair.

“Wow.” You give a small chuckle, amazed at how good you feel after that orgasm. You know you aren’t magically cured by cumming, but you are a hell of a lot more relaxed. Looking down on him with a smile, you let go of his hair to reach for his tie, still on in his haste to make you cum. “Marcus, fuck me.” You beg, needing him inside you.

He swallows, shrugging off his jacket, and tugging off his tie to toss them across the room. “Baby. You want me to get a condom?” He asks as he stands up to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his pants before he works on unbuttoning his shirt. He curses his decision to wear his best suit, he has far too many layers on.

“No.” You pant breathlessly, squirming on the sofa and holding your legs open in anticipation. He’s undressing too slowly for you, so you sit up and cup him before you hook your fingers into his briefs and drag them down so that his cock springs free. God, you’ve missed this, seeing him hard and wanting you. You wrap your fingers around him while he rips the shirt off and smirk before you duck your head and wrap your lips around the leaking tip, moaning at the taste of him.

Marcus hisses, the feel of your hot mouth making his hips jerk forward, but he doesn’t want your mouth. Not now. “Shit baby. Don’t. Don’t want this to be over too soon.” He murmurs, shifting to kneel on the sofa, and he gently grabs you to lay you down. He wants you to be comfortable. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmurs, trailing his hands along your stomach and your sides until he gently squeezes your breasts. “And all mine.” He smiles, shuffling closer until he can notch his cock at your entrance.

You fold your arms over your stomach, hiding the stretched and discolored skin from where you had developed stretch marks during the nine months you carried Lily. You don’t like them, even with the way that Marcus looks down at you, tender adoration in his eyes. You moan, loving how he stretches you out when he pushes inside you. Your nails dig into his skin and you look up at him. “Marcus.” You whimper. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Please don’t hide from me. Never hide yourself from me. I love you. Every. Single. Part. Of. You. You are beautiful, all of you. I am so, so lucky to have you.” He murmurs, shifting to hover over you so he can kiss along your neck. He begins to move inside of you, his hand grabbing yours to pull it away from your stomach.

You are too busy feeling his thick cock pulse inside you to care about your stomach after he starts thrusting. Lifting up your legs to loosely wrap around his thighs and pulling him closer. Moaning loudly and praying that Lily doesn’t wake up before you can cum again. “I love you.” You whimper, catching sight of your new engagement ring on your hand where it is holding onto his shoulder. “I love you so much.”

He notices your gaze and twists his head to kiss your hand, starting to rock into you. He wants to feel you cum around him. “Is this okay baby? Am I hurting you?” He asks, not wanting to hurt you after not being inside of you for a while and after you’ve given birth. “No. No. I'm okay.” You respond breathily, making him nod as he thrusts a little deeper. Your cunt feels like molten heat around his cock, gripping him, and he has to try and think of something else so he isn’t cumming in a few thrusts like a teenager .

Moans and whimpers fill the space between you. Every thrust into you feels like pure bliss. Sex between you and Marcus had always been good, even while you were pregnant with Lily and had to get creative with positions for your growing bump. Lifting your head, you press your lips to his while your hips match his rhythm, making him push deeper inside you.

“Jesus baby. Need - need you to cum before I do.” He pleads, reaching between you to rub your clit. He hisses when your walls flutter around him. He rocks into you, needing you to cum. “Please baby. Cum for me.” He pleads, leaning down to kiss your neck.

It doesn’t take long, just five or six thrusts combined with the rubbing of his fingers for you to fall apart for him. Crying out softly and clenching down around him while pleasure floods your body and you feel the rush of wetness coat his cock.”Oh M-Marcus!”

He loves how you cry his name. Rocking into you to work you through it, and he hisses when you grip him hard. “Fuck baby. I’m gonna - I’m gonna cum. Can I- can I cum inside of you?” He asks, wanting to make sure you are comfortable. He doesn’t want to assume since this is the first time since Lily was born.

You moan and nod. “Yes.” You pant out, “I- I got an IUD when I went back to the doctor for my check up.” You promise him, not wanting him to think you would try to get pregnant so quickly after Lily. “Want to feel you fill me up.”

“God baby. I’m gonna - shit. I love you so much. So fucking much. Oh. Oh. Oh - oh fuck.” He grunts, pushing into you with a groan as he paints your walls with his seed, feeling connected to you in the best way possible.

You whine, loving how hot his cum feels inside you, rocking your hips up while he rides out his high and feeling it start to push out. Stroking his back when he finally groans one last time and turns to press his lips to yours. “I love you.” You whisper against his lips, loving how he collapses on top of you and both of you try to catch your breath.

He kisses your jaw, trying to keep his weight off of you as he shifts to lay down beside you on the sofa. “I love you baby. There’s only you. Only you. I love you. I can’t wait for you to be my wife.” He says, kissing your hair as he pulls you into his chest, his softening cock still inside of you.

“Are you sure you want to put up with my crazy?” You joke quietly, still embarrassed that he had been putting together this amazing moment for you and you had been such a bitch, accusing him of cheating on you.

“Always. I want you for the rest of my life. You’re so good to me. Like I said, I waited a long time for you, baby. I’m not gonna let you go. You and Lily are my life. I love you. Happy Mother’s Day, sweetheart.” He murmurs, kissing along your neck.

“It is the third best day of my life.” You promise him. “The first one being the day Lily was born, the second being the day I met you and then today.” You smile, happy that despite the fact that today had started out rocky and you thought you were going to lose your boyfriend, Mother’s Day is now the day that you promised to become Marcus’s wife.

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