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femdomlieeh · 2 years ago

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Wanting your attention (m)

Subby!WayV x Dom!GF!Reader

WARNING—suggestive themes, light angst & crack ✧ use of sex toys ✧ semi-public stuff ✧ light S&M ✧ breath play ✧ degradation ✧ praise ✧ mommy kink ✧ mistress kink ✧ baby boy kink

SONG PLAYING—Phantom ✧ WayV

[A/N.] I wrote and posted this very long ago (on my first book that was deleted by wattpad at 190k reads🥲) and i only re-wrote the scenario for some of the members (i think u can tell lol). I will continue re-writing old posts so u guys have smth to read in the meantime while i try to write new shit😊👌

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钱锟 / 전곤 / Kun

Kun craves attention from his lover but he likes to present himself as someone who doesn't as he's afraid of coming off as clingy and also doesn't want his partner to feel pressured or forced to give him all their attention. Let's say you pay him less attention than usual — you're stuck on the TV or working on your laptop rather than making conversation or cuddling — he may get worried that something had happened or that he's upset you in some way. Rather than being selfish, he would take care of you by making you food or bringing you something to drink or snack on to the table so you don't have to get up when working (he wants you to feel better). Let's say you had been spending more time with or talking to someone else and smiling and laughing a lot more with them than you had done with him this day, he would feel insecure about himself — like do you think he's boring? Do you think you two spend too much time together? Does he lack charisma? He's a bit more mature than the others so he's more likely to talk to you about but will try to sound as not needy for you as possible so you guys can communicate and compromise.

You were watching The Package (great film) on the sofa alone, not asking him if he wanted to join or what movie you two should watch, and he had gained the confidence to sit down next to you and lightly put his chin on your shoulder.

"Are you hungry? Because I can make you something to eat if you want," before you can answer he continues, trying to get you to look him in the eyes, "Or do you want coffee or tea maybe? Iced? Hot?"

"I'm a bit dehydrated actually. Hm hot green tea sounds nice about now."

"Okay, Love. I'm gonna be back soon and you're gonna have the green tea of your life," he felt how his cheeks were flaming by the end of his speech from embarrassment, thinking he sounded too desperate.

"Thank you, Babyboy," you kissed his pink cheek.

He was so happy to make you the cup of tea!

As the relationship progresses I see him continuing doing this, and if your sadistic ass still doesn't give him attention after all the good he does, he'll overanalyse the situation to figure out why he deserves being ignored. Give him a sign you're not upset with him. A quick peck is enough for him to smile. But I also think eventually he'll feel comfortable and confident enough to try to get your attention in less perfect-son-in-law ways (only on occasion if he's tipsy or particularly horny and needs your attention more than usual though). Like he might put his hand on your thigh at a restaurant and move higher and higher until you warn him you'll punish him once you get home.

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ชิตพล ลี้ชัยพรกุล / 이영흠 / ten

Ten. Is. Shameless. Periodt. He'd do whatever the fuck he wants whenever he wants to get your attention. You'd be quite amazed at how far he'd go to get your focus. Casually stripping off his clothes in front of you when you're trying to work from home? Put your hand on his neck when your talking on the phone? Pull out a vibrator to use without asking for permission? While purposely looking at you with a smirk? Whisper dirty shit in your ear when you're having a dinner with loved ones? He'd do it all. It wouldn't matter how lewd it were as long as he got the attention he desired in the end.

"Damn, this dick is so good, Mistress," he moaned loudly, referring to the dildo he was bouncing on without your permission.

You were trying to ignore his groaning and his sinful stare because the online meeting was still getting wrapped up (you had mic off).

"So damn good, way better than your strap, Mistress," he threw his head back and looked at you with a fucked out expression.

The meeting finally came to an end and you put down the laptop screen and turned to him, "Excuse me?"

His reply was short but powerful, "You're excused."

And that was why his ass was red hours later.

But he isn't a freak all the time! He can be really sweet and adorable if he wants to too. Like he will talk to one of his fat cats and be like "—— isn't giving me all their attention how mean, right?" And then pout with the cat (Idk his cats' names💀) next to his head as I'm giving you kitten eyes. He only acts this way with his partner.

"——, please pay attention to meee~" he whined with his chin on your shoulder, staring at the side of your face longingly.

"What, Baby?" you look at him.

"Do you wanna cuddle or fuck or watch a movie or something?"

He'd never change methods: acting naughty or cute is always successful. He loves all the consequences of acting like a slut to get your attention and whenever he feels super cute he likes to act that way too. I think that as you explore together in the bedroom (kitchen, balcony, bathroom etc) he will want to try exploring outside of your home too — it'll all start with him being very needy from you telling him all the nasty things you want to do to him once you get back home from the party, and he will instead grind up on you or join group conversations and say double entendres that everybody else understands as neutral, normal things to say but that you know he secretly means something dirty. And if you tell him you like that he will continue getting your attention this way. He's so creative he can come up with all types of ways to act nasty. Eating a very inappropriately shaped food (even if it's a fruit) while making eye contact. Dancing sexily in front of anyone. Touch you under the table. Draw something that could be interpreted as sexually explicit and show it to you. Call you Mistress in inappropriate settings when nobody else hear. He loves attention and there's no way you're not giving it to him.

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董思成 / 동사성 / winwin

Winwin is an angel. He's always obedient and listens to your commands, loving your praise afterwards. But if he sees you talking to someone else and enjoying it a little too much, he might get insecure. He'd want your attention as soon as possible and — since he's not a naughty boy — he'd do something innocent like whisper in your ear and ask you kindly and indirectly to give him some attention too because he'd rather communicate and solve the small issue than overthink it.

"Can you hold my hand?" he asked into your ear so only you could hear him.

A small smile made an appearance on his face when you took his hand in yours.

He looked at the attention-thief who had dared avert your attention away from him, and sent a friendly warning that you were taken.

My Mommy.

If you still didn't give him the attention he wanted, he'd become extremely pouty. Why won't you just give him attention? If he were desperate enough, he'd sit on your lap. But only if he were feeling daring or passionate enough for you to show him some love.

He sighed frustratedly and looked at you before he made his way to sit on your thighs.

You were shocked at the fact that your non-affectionate boyfriend made a move that was bold — in his case even kissing your cheek in public was considered bold.

"Mommy?" he whispered in your ear.

"Yes?"

He looked at you in the eyes, "Can we go home, please? I'm tired and I wanna sleep."

Give him attention! He's a good boy and deserves it! Kiss his hands, cheeks and lips in front of others if necessary. He's your good Babyboy, you should be nice to him. Don't be a meanie :c

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黄旭熙 / 황욱희 / lucas

Xuxi craves attention, whether it's verbal or physical. He enjoys being called handsome just as much as he enjoys being choked like a bitch. But he hates it if you give some of the attention he's supposed to have to someone else, e.g. if you were to call someone else 'handsome' especially, he'd feel a little butt hurt. He's confident, but he's still capable of feeling jealousy. Although he's jealous, he's still confident he can get your attention back. He's so handsome, how can he not? He wouldn't take it seriously, rather playfully or even silly. There are three key ways it could go:

1. Tease you

"Mami," he whispered darkly into your ear, "I'm hard."

You finally looked at him.

"Can we go and fuck? Please, Mami, I want you to choke me and handcuff me and call me yours."

"We're in public."

"So what? Let's go to the car, I always keep toys there for situations like this one."

"Such a slut."

He smirked, "Oh yes."

2. Confront you

"Talk to me, Mami, not him/her/them."

He whined annoyingly.

"How can you even think of looking at someone else when you have the most handsome boy in the world in front of you?"

3. Flirt with someone else in front of you

"I can play your game too, Mami," he winked before making his way to someone half as good-looking as you.

He didn't cheat, of course, but he managed to frustrate you enough to make him get on his knees for you in just a few minutes.

He's sure of himself and doesn't even feel threatened when you give someone else attention, just a little jealous because he wants you all for himself. He'd think of getting your attention as a fun activity. Like a game where he tries to get you to break from the act and when he does — he never loses this game — you reward him. Victory tastes good.

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肖德俊 / 소덕준 / xiaojun

姐姐 (jiejie) = older sister

Angel is rarely naughty, but if he's desperate for your attention, he might consider taking that path (not with the goal of having sex but rather just make you look at him or cuddle him or something). He wouldn't do something super naughty, but something bad enough to mildly shock you. His mind would go to something like 'accidentally' or 'innocently' touching you in a place he shouldn't touch you when you're around other people. He'd do it for your attention, and maybe because he'd want other people to see that you're obviously taken.

He looked at you for a second, contemplating whether or not he should put his hand on your inner thigh.

When he heard you laugh at someone's joke, he made up his mind and put his hand there.

You looked down at it and then at his face.

His expression was blank, but you saw right through it and smirked.

"Are you jealous, Prince?"

Xiaojun had been shopping earlier this week and he decided to put on the shirt he liked the most before making his way to you, hoping you'd think he looked good.

"姐姐, I missed you," he hugged you.

"I missed you too, Prince."

He smiled into your neck.

If you still didn't give him the attention he'd hoped for (whether he'd tried to get it by shocking you by being naughty or by acting cute and sweet), he'd get upset since he can get a bit sensitive and sentimental. He really cares for you and your relationship so if you act indifferent at his attempts to get your attention, he'd think that you were questioning his love for you, or his cuteness, or that you were hinting at a breakup. The ache could be too big for him to stay composed, making him go and cry somewhere alone.

He excused himself and left.

Knowing he's sensitive and usually doesn't leave suddenly, you follow him.

When you found him you saw that he had tears in his eyes.

"Baby, what happened?" you asked.

"Why are you acting like I'm invisible. Like I'm not there? Like I'm no one?" his voice cracked and tears feel.

After that one sad incident, he'd expect you to not ignore him in the future since you now know he's vulnerable and gets affected by it. And so if you happen to ignore him like that again — even after the incident — he'd become more of a wreck than last time.

a/n. May or may not publish an angst imagine with this concept since it's been requested in the past...

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黃冠亨 / 황관형 / hendery

Hendery is a sweetheart. Your attention is always highly appreciated, but it's also expected from you (How can you possibly ignore a loud sunshine?). If you didn't give him his usual amount of attention he'd think you were in a bad mood and thus needed to be brightened up. He'd always be very nice at first and try to impress you with his cute and thoughtful antics, by saying something kind, being caring, giving you something thoughtful or pink.

"Mama, I got us food. Let's watch Netflix," he beamed and held your favorite dish up like it was a prize.

If you didn't return the enthusiasm his big smile would decrease.

But if you pushed it and still didn't give him what he wanted, he'd continue being optimistic and give it another try. If his thoughtful sweetie side didn't work then his energetic crackhead side certainly would. He'd say or act weird or dramatic in order to get you to crack. It's very hard not to smile when he's being his odd, loud self and he knows it; he's a natural born entertainer and uses it to his advantage.

"Throw it back!" he voice cracked out while dancing stupid.

"I shake it off, shake it off—"

"Don't leave me dancing alone. Come on, Mamaaa—" he nagged and tried to drag you to the dance (kitchen) floor.

If you give him what he wants in the end, he'd love to fight for your attention. But if you don't reward him attention, then he'd just feel like you don't fit with him. His personality should be able to gain your attention easily. So if it doesn't then there's clearly something wrong. He'd talk to you about it before making any snap decisions.

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刘扬扬 / 류양양 / yangyang

Babyboy feeds on your attention, and he will do almost every to have your eyes on him and spend time with him. He can be a jealous person sometimes and he hates that trait. Since he's an idol for SM he can't do anything that will make netizens suspicious of him being in a relationship and because of that you two have to act like you don't know of each others existence. But sometimes you two cross paths in public and this means that you can't look each other in the eyes or talk — which also means that if someone flirts with you or if you're laughing very loudly with an attractive person or fan girl/boy over another idol whilst he's missing you a few meters away, he might get sulky and will act sulky with the WayV members (and they will take care of him of course). And he knows that he's jealous but he will just try to act cute or pouty afterwards with you. If he's in a playful mood, he'd prank you in a mischievous way instead of being a naughty boy like some people. His creativity and sense of humor would come to play and he'd end up laughing at your reaction. Orrr he will act like a freaking brat and find a way to get on your nerves just for the fun and aftermath of it. Like he would randomly try to seduce you by dancing and end up giving you a lap dance or he would call you Mommy when you're talking to someone on the phone. Whether he gets punished or not doesn't matter as long as he wins your attention.

fluffy ver.

"Mommy~" he cooed and put his head in your lap.

"What?"

"My hand is tired of playing with my hair. Can you do it for me instead?"

non-fluffy ver.

A sex song from your playlist (or any song from WayV or 127 lmao) started playing on speakers and when you turned to where the sound came from, you saw Yangyang swaying slowly back and forth to the rhythm of the music, slowly getting closer and closer.

"Focus on me, Mommy~"

He didn’t mind a punishment afterwards<3

He's very needy and horny so he will find many different ways to get your undivided attention or a punishment. He will literally embarrass himself and do aegyo in front of his laughing member (and dye on the inside) just to get you to stop giving Xiaojun all your attention and instead smile and hug your sweet, cute, hot, awesome, sexy, lovely, best boyfriend (or just laugh and humiliate him so he gets hard and begs for you at home).

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❝ Only you can see the truth, so babе

偽裝臉孔清晰的視線

光影的真理未止息

Fade out, phantom ❞

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( Only you can see the truth, so babe

Look as if there is no mask

The light of truth was never lost

Fade out, phantom )

—wayv; 2022

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dreamersparacosm · 2 years ago

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congrats on 3.5k thats HUGE!!! i was thinking maybe angst 6 with austin? just cause im a whore for angst and pain 🤭

sfw!

note ; why oh why do you guys do this to me. why can’t we have austin like run through a meadow of daisies or smth 😫

warnings ; mention of pregnancy, infidelity

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you’re not a cheater, you’re not a cheater, you’re not a cheater, you’re not a…

but when he looks at you with bloodshot eyes, tears brimming the corners as if he had been crying for hours on end, lips sealed tight with no words left to formulate, you realize that you are his worst nightmare come true.

it’s austin. austin, whom your seven year old niece adores because he plays with her tea set. austin, who rubs your feet when you’ve had a particularly rough day at work. austin, who promises to marry you and give you dozens of kids and a house in calabasas, give you some form of stability in a world that constantly swirls on its axis. maybe that’s why you slept with someone else, maybe that’s why you pretend like it never happened, maybe that’s why, when you take the pregnancy test, you stare at the double lines like they’re displayed in pig latin.

you’re not a complete psychopath. you cry, and you cry, and you cry. slowly, the dream dwindles away. the house in calabasas burns down, the ring on your finger cascades into nothingness, and the kids play on a different yard, one that’s not yours. you end up curled up on your bathroom tiles for a good twenty minutes, off on some daydream that will never be. it’ll take more than those twenty minutes to figure it out, sort it out, and try to understand how you could have screwed up so badly.

austin finds you in the bathroom. sees the test on the bathroom counter, drops his keys on the floor. heart leaps out of his chest, skips more beats than he thought possible. he’s crying. the kind of tears where you think you can never be happier.

then, he looks at you.

knees to your chest, gazing off into the distance, playing with an imaginary ring that’s not on your finger. “baby?” he speaks.

“i’m sorry.”

that’s all you have for him. one measly apology. it sounds laughable exiting your mouth.

“what? why? why would you be sorry?” he bends down to meet your body on the floor, knees crouching, hands reaching out to cup your cheeks. the gesture makes you want to sob, scream, something along those lines, because you know it’s probably the last time you’ll ever experience it when you say what you have to say.

“i-i’m just… i am.”

his eyebrows furrow, “what do you mean?”

“i cheated on you.”

it’s flying out before you have a chance to clip its wings. his expression contorts into confusion, then anger, possibly embarrassment. you had intended to introduce this slowly and make it seem somehow less definitive, as if there were a different story than the one that involved you cheating on him with a man you met at a bar. as if it were even feasible. as if that wasn’t exactly what had happened.

his hands fall from your cheeks. “what?”

your hands fall into your lap. your face feels colder suddenly without the warmth of his palms.

“how did you… when did you… [y/n]?”

“doesn’t matter,” you feel a lone tear fall down your cheek. you should wipe it away, hell, even austin would have wiped it away for you, but it just cascades down your skin and onto your folded hands. “what matters is that i did… and now, now i’m pregnant.”

“so…” he blinks a few times, heart heavy in his chest. “the baby.. it isn’t mine, is it?”

“..i’m sorry.”

the tears pool in his eyes, iridescent blue eyes now lost in a sea that is dark and heavy. he thinks how could i have missed this but he knows how. he couldn’t even remember the last time he slept in your bed, the last time he held you, the last time you laughed together. he knows he shouldn’t blame himself, but it’s all he can do.

you two sit there. for a moment, just one pocket of time, you let the dream live on.

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haikyuuphilia · 4 years ago

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Hey!! Could you do a hc where the reader got in a fight with their family, and didn't want to stay at their house so they went to their best friend's/crush's house for the night?? With Iwa, Suga, Kuroo and Bokuto? This isnt really an emergency request, so dont feel pressured to do it!! Just wanna read smth relatable. Thanks a lot, good luck<3

hi, definitely!!! i love writing for these boys especially and this scenario sounds super comforting, so thanks for the request. i got carried away,,, and i hope i interpreted the situation correctly, too! x rue

♡ going to his house after a fight with your family

with sugawara, iwaizumi, kuroo, & bokuto

you two are oblivious best friends who have crushes on each other, no warnings apply, gn!reader | fluff

→ sugawara koushi

after having an awful fight with your family, you feel like you need to get out of the house

so you text your best friend -- whom you’ve had a crush on for years -- that you and your family fought again

you’re still typing out your next text message asking to stay over at his place when you get a phone call from suga

“come over,” he says once you pick up, his voice gentle with an underlying concern. “no need to bring anything -- i’ve got you.”

if he hears that you might have been crying or still sounded upset, he’ll stay on the phone with you as you get ready to go to his place

he’s waiting outside the building when you arrive

suga will wrap you in a warm hug

he’ll have a hot mug of your favorite drink, tea or coffee or cider or hot chocolate or anything, already prepared for you

along with tissues, snacks, movies, you name it

doesn’t matter what size you are, he’ll have clothes for you to change into

and he’ll give you a blanket and maybe a stuffed animal just for extra comfort

if you want to talk or ramble or cry, he’s very much happy to listen and comfort you as you sit on his bed

probably won’t badmouth your family unless you do, but he’s basically on your side no matter what

might first suggest something chaotic like egging your house before calming down lmao

suga will encourage you to do what you think is best and gives really good advice!

just super comforting, warm, and kind

exactly the kind of friend (and maybe requited crush) you need to feel better <3

→ iwaizumi hajime

as soon as he gets your text, he’s grabbing his car keys and putting on his shoes

he’ll be out the door and on his way to pick you up from your house before you can even ask

will insist on it because he knows it’ll make you feel better

shows up outside your house wearing sweatpants, a hoodie, and his denim jacket over that

when you come outside, he’ll give you his jacket to wear

it’s warm and comforting, and it’ll smell like pine and detergent and linen

won’t pressure you into talking at all

but he’d be glad to hear any of your rambles or just comfort you as you cry

he’ll probably drive with one hand on the steering wheel and eyes ahead, but his other hand is in yours

(when your heart skips a beat, you have to remind yourself he’s just a friend, unaware that he’s trying to remind himself of the very same thing)

iwaizumi would rub slow circles on your hands with his palms, voice low as he calms you down and listens to you

by the time you get to his house, you’re already feeling much better

inside, he’ll give you the hoodie he was wearing and free rein over his entire closet

you’ll end up curled up together on the sofa, watching your favorite tv show you eat the late night meals he’d cooked for the two of you

he’s nervous that his crush on you will show so he might not say as much in the way of comfort

but you know that his presence and actions are more than enough to convey how much he cares about you <3

→ kuroo tetsurou

after you text him that you’ve fought with your family, he’ll reply immediately asking you if it’s alright to facetime him

when you accept the video call, his heart will break seeing you look so upset and angry

he’ll ask you to stay put at your house for a few minutes while he drives over, and you can come stay at his place for the night

he’s good at hearing people out and is a very attentive listener

will have an objective viewpoint on things, so he’s good for levelheaded advice about what to do next, like how/if you should make up with your family

cracks dumb jokes and makes bad puns to get you to lighten up

kuroo will be really relieved to see you smile, even if you still have tears in your eyes from the fight

once you get to his place, he’ll ask if you want to shower or take a bath before quietly settling down

or if you feel agitated, he might offer to walk around outside with you, even if everyone else in the neighborhood is asleep

just wants to help you feel more comfortable, basically

if you decide to take a shower/bath, he’ll set out clean clothes and the fluffiest towel he can find for you

even if you’ve stayed over before, he’s a bit nervous because wow his crush and best friend is in his house, showering in his shower, and about to wear his clothes

still, kuroo wouldn’t let his feelings get in the way of comforting you, and he’d never take advantage of your vulnerability to get closer to you

in fact, if you cling onto him or lean your head on him, he might tense up because he knows you might not be thinking clearly after your fight

he’s your best friend first, especially after you’re feeling upset and hurt from the fight

but after that night, you both definitely feel like you could be more

→ bokuto koutarou

bokuto is devastated to hear that you and your family had a fight

he’s also automatically angry at your family because he’s always on your side

his insults about them are,,, weak because he doesn’t want to offend his crush’s family members

he’ll be like “yeah they’re so mean!!! and impolite!”

asks if you want to spend the night as his place to get away from all that for a while

it doesn’t matter how late it is, what day of the week it is, or if he had prior plans to work out or do homework or something

you’re his number 1 priority

and he’ll want to get your mind off of those things even if just for a while

once you’re at his house, he’ll bring out board games, cards, and anything else fun he can think of

and after you’ve calmed down a bit and had more time to think, he’ll talk through any issues with you

bokuto would make you laugh to feel better about your troubles

would match your mood if you were feeling happy or sad

tries his best (and succeeds) at cheering you up!

as the night wears on, he’ll dig through his closet for something for you to wear

you, watching him scrutinize all the clothes he’s ever owned: “bokuto, i can just wear anything that’ll fit”

(you don’t realize that he’s trying to find the Perfect Outfit because he loves seeing you in his clothes)

snuggled up next to him with his arm as your pillow and your hand curled in the fabric of shirt, you’ll feel much more at ease

happy to listen to you wallow and ramble, but equally happy when cheering you up <3

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mortimer-writes-sometimes · 4 years ago

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Idk if this is a good prompt but im always a sucker for clothes swap fluff so 👉👈 smth with grillby wearing sans’ jacket maybe?

This is so freaking cute. I might have to write like, three alternate versions of this.

Once again, I think I strayed a bit from expectation writing this one. Also, it’s entirely off-season. And I think I got a bit sloppy at the end, so I apologize for that. If you can’t tell, I don’t think very highly of my own writing. In any case, here’s the one-shot that nearly turned into multiple chapters!

Grillby Looks Good In Blue

Word count: 4961 Summary: When it’s revealed that Grillby doesn’t have a Halloween costume, Frisk comes up with a great idea.

Grillby had never been particularly festive. Even after opening his new bar on the surface, the ‘holiday spirit’ people talked about continued to elude him. The older members of his family didn’t celebrate many holidays, and what celebrations they did have were never more than another family gathering. He enjoyed them, of course. Any opportunity to see his brothers and niece was a welcome one! But he’d never decorated his bar or hosted any sort of seasonally themed party. So, when he learned about the human holiday of ‘Halloween’, he didn’t plan to come up with a costume.

(He planned to close early and hand out candy, of course. He had a soft spot for children.)

The night before Halloween, Grillby’s bar was lively with excited monsters and humans alike. The anticipation for the big night was palpable as people chattered among themselves, talking about their costumes, the best places to get candy, and parties that were going to be held. The sun had only just started to set when the bell above the door rang, a familiar family of monsters entering with a single human child.

“Welcome back,” Grillby greeted with a small smile. The whole gang was there- Toriel, Frisk, Alphys, Undyne, Papyrus, Sans… even Asgore was there. Sans and Frisk made a beeline for the bar while the rest of the group discussed seating arrangements. Grillby started pouring a glass of apple juice for Frisk automatically, placing it in front of them as the child struggled up onto a barstool. “It’s good to see you all again. What’s the occasion?”

Sans shrugged and hopped up into his usual seat. “Well, we’re gonna have a little All Hallows Eve Eve party while we put the finishing touches on everyone’s costumes. Thought that since we’re all here, it’d be nice to go out to eat together. It was mostly Frisk’s idea.”

Grillby chuckled. “Well, I think it was an excellent idea. Now, what can I get the two of you started with?”

The night wore on with plenty of food, drinks, and laughter as everyone caught up with each other. Frisk and Sans went back to sit with the others during dinner, but when it was time for dessert, Frisk was right back up at the bar to talk with Grillby. They were excited to tell him about their costume. “Guess what I’m going as for Halloween!” they demanded, bouncing on their stool.

Grillby set a piece of cake in front of Frisk as he carefully monitored the stool’s stability. “I don’t know, what?”

“Nooooo,” Frisk whined, “That’s not how it works! You have to guess!”

“Alright, alright.” He pretended to think for a moment, tapping his chin. “You’re going to be… adorable,” he teased, ruffling their hair.

Frisk laughed, pushing his hand away. “No, I’m not! I’m going to be scary!”

Grillby shook his head. “Forgive me for being unable to imagine that. What scary thing are you going as, then?”

Frisk was unable to contain their excitement any longer, jumping up on the stool. “I’m going to be a zombie!” they yelled. As they did, the stool teetered beneath them.

Ding! You’re blue now!

Grillby had reached out and grabbed Frisk by the shoulders at the same time Sans turned them blue and levitated them, the unbalanced stool the child was sitting on hitting the floor. Sans walked up to the bar and righted the stool, chuckling as he found a seat of his own. “Careful, kid. Don’t want you partying too hard now.”

Frisk gave both of them a sheepish grin as they were set back on their stool, looking up at Grillby. “Sorry. Anyway, as I was saying, I’m going to be a zombie for Halloween. It was Sans’s idea!” They shoveled a big bite of chocolate cake in their mouth as they looked at the skeleton.

“Yeah,” Sans said with a shrug. “I mean, a supernatural being that keeps coming back to life no matter how many times you’ve killed it? It seems appropriate.”

Grillby wasn’t sure what Sans meant by that, but at that point, he was used to it enough to not bother asking. He turned to Frisk and poured them a glass of milk to go with their dessert. “Well, make sure Sans sends me a picture. I’m sure it will look great.”

Frisk nodded eagerly, taking the glass of milk and drinking half of it in one go. Grillby offered them a napkin before they could wipe their mouth on their sleeve. Frisk took it, scrubbing at their face and smiling up at him. “So,” they asked, “What’s your Halloween costume gonna be?”

“Oh, I’m not really doing anything for Halloween,” Grillby responded as he moved to wipe some crumbs from his bar. “I will be handing out candy, though, if you’d like to stop by.”

“You don’t have a costume?!” Apparently, in Frisk’s mind, this was a horrible tragedy. “But everyone put a costume together! Even Sans made one!”

Papyrus, overhearing this, looked up from where he’d been enjoying a plate of pasta with chocolate sauce. “Wait, Sans, you actually made a costume?! I thought you said you were just going to buy one!”

Sans shrugged. “Yeah, well, everyone else was making their own. Besides, the costume I came up with is a piece of art. You can’t get that at a store.”

Frisk didn’t look impressed. “Sans, your costume is literally a shirt with the word ‘life’ written on it and a bowl of lemon drops.”

“Well, I didn’t really have much to work with. You know what they say- when life gives you lemons…”

Papyrus groaned. “SANS THAT DOESN’T COUNT AS A COSTUME AT ALL!”

Grillby chuckled from behind the bar, fond. “I think it sounds very you, Sans.”

Sans grinned up at him. “Heh, at least someone appreciates my talents. Anyway, Grillbz, the kid is right. It’s our first Halloween on the surface. You gotta do something more than just hand out candy.”

Apparently, everyone was listening at that point, because that was when Alphys stood up. “O-Oh! If, um, if you still n-need a costume, I, uh… w-well I have some material l-leftover from making mine and Undyne’s! I’m sure we can- um- c-come up with some ideas, haha…”

“That sounds like a great idea,” Toriel chimed in. “You should join us for our costume-making party tonight, Grillby. Then you can accompany Frisk with us for trick-or-treating.”

Grillby adjusted his glasses, a bit flustered by all the sudden attention. “I-i wouldn’t want to intrude…”

Undyne laughed, getting up. “Too late, fire dude! If Frisk says you need a costume, then that’s that. Now let’s close this joint and get going already!”

As Undyne and Papyrus began rounding people up and making them go home so Grillby could close the bar, the fire monster chuckled to himself. Maybe, just this once, he could have a little more fun with a holiday.

It felt odd, being in Toriel’s house. Grillby considered the others his friends, but he’d never actually hung out with any of them outside the bar before. Everyone was gathered in the living room, where multiple old bedsheets had been spread on the floor and furniture. The group spread out around the living room as they helped each put finishing touches on their designs with hot glue and paint. “The bedsheets are a clever idea,” Grillby commented lightly as he took a cup of tea from Toriel (he didn’t have the heart to tell her that he usually didn’t drink tea. It was basically just hot flavored water).

The motherly monster smiled, sitting in an armchair and watching the scene in front of her with a fond look in her eye. “Dr. Alphys suggested it. She’s very good at arts and crafts!”

“Speaking of arts and crafts,” Sans interjected from his spot on the couch, “It’s time to figure out what Grillby’s costume is going to be.”

Alphys had a lot of ideas. “Oh! Y-you could go as a gender-bent v-version of Sailor Mars! Or maybe, um, if you c-can burn blue for- for the evening you could go a-a-as Rin Okumura from Blue Exorcist! Oh, I b-bet you could m-make a great Kyoya! Uh, from O-ouran Highschool Host Club?”

...Grillby didn’t understand what she said, but was flattered anyway. Kind of.

Sans decided to step in and rescue Grillby before Alphys put him in cat ears. “While those are all good ideas,” he said thoughtfully, “Maybe we should think of something that we can, y’know, throw together overnight? Plus I’m pretty sure all those characters wear like fancy clothes and stuff. That’s what Grillby wears already. Hardly counts as a costume.”

Papyrus stood up specifically so he could put his hands on his hips. “Well the whole point of a costume is to dress up for the evening! What is Grillby supposed to do? Dress down?”

That gave Frisk an idea. They got up, walking over to Grillby and pulling on his arms to make him stand up. “Come here for a second!” Then, they went and grabbed Sans, pulling him to stand next to Grillby. Frisk took a couple of steps back, rubbing their chin in thought as they inspected the two side-by-side. Apparently, they liked what they saw, because they smiled. “Hey Sans, do you mind if I change your costume a bit?”

“Uhhh, what are we talking about when we say ‘a bit’?” Sans asked, unsure of where Frisk was going with this.

Alphys seemed to catch on, because anyone who has read lots and lots of fanfiction can guess where this is going. “Ohhhh, that’s g-genius, Frisk! But, u-um, Grillby’s a lot taller than Sans.”

Frisk’s smile only widened, the plan coming together in their mind. “Sans’s jacket is big enough! And I’m sure we can find him a white T-shirt that’s big enough!”

The skeleton waved a hand at them, interrupting. “Sans’s jacket is big enough for what?”

Frisk and Alphys shared a mischievous look. Sans looked up at Grillby (who was still confused and clueless) and came to a terrible realization.

He was going to have to tie his shoes for once.

“Do I really have to keep the shirt tucked in?”

“Yes! Grillby always has his shirt tucked in!”

“A-and don’t- don’t slouch. You have to, um, g-get into character!”

“When did this go from a Halloween costume to full-on cosplay?”

Sans tugged at his suspenders as he inspected the completed outfit. Somehow, Frisk and Alphys had managed to find a white button-up, dress pants, and dress shoes to fit Sans. Grillby’s suspenders could be adjusted down to fit Sans, and bowties tended to be one-size-fits-all, so Sans got to wear the real deal in those departments. Finally, Toriel had taken the lenses out of an old pair of reading glasses she didn’t use and set the frames on Sans’s skull (Frisk taped the sides since Sans didn’t have ears).

The skeleton couldn’t help chuckling. “Man, no wonder Grillby is pretty fit. Getting dressed in this stuff is a whole workout.” It didn’t look bad, though. He glanced upstairs, where Papyrus and Toriel had whisked Grillby away for his ‘transformation’. Sans had already managed to get fully dressed, and his usual outfit was way simpler than Grillby’s. What was taking so long?

The others seemingly had the same thought. Undyne crossed her arms, walking to the base of the stairs. “HEY PAPYRUS! WHAT’S THE HOLD UP?!” she yelled through the house.

Papyrus cracked the door to Toriel’s room open for a moment. “JUST BE PATIENT, UNDYNE!”

Toriel pushed the door the rest of the way open, sighing. “Please, both of you, no shouting in the house. We… had a minor issue with finding a T-shirt, is all. Grillby is changing in my bathroom, he’ll be down in a moment.”

Just then, Papyrus spotted Sans, eyesockets widening. “OH MY GOD! Sans, you actually have style for once!”

“Heh, thanks, I guess…” Sans felt nervous, for some reason. What if Grillby thought he looked dumb? What if Grillby got really uncomfortable with this idea? What if he got mad? Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to force him to-

The door to Toriel’s room opened again, a warm light filling the hall. If Sans could have blushed, he would have.

Sans’s shorts were wide enough around the waist to fit Grillby, although they didn’t quite go down to his knees. The old white shirt Toriel had found him was a bit more form-fitting than the ones Sans usually wore, clinging near his waist and the center of his chest. Amusingly, Sans’s slippers were a bit too big on the fire monster, if the way he had to shuffle in them to get them to stay on was any indication. What got Sans, though, was the jacket.

Sans’s hoodie fit Grillby perfectly.

Grillby had shot Papyrus a questioning look when he was handed Sans’s jacket, still unsure about the whole thing. “Will this even fit me?” he asked skeptically. “I’m quite a bit taller than Sans.”

“Well, it’s very big on Sans,” Toriel pointed out. “Just try it on. I’m sure we can go find a cheap blue hoodie in the morning to complete the look if that doesn’t fit.”

Papyrus nodded. “Or if it smells too much like ketchup for you to bear!”

The bartender still wasn’t sure, but it couldn’t hurt to just try it on, right? Blushing a bit under the attention the other two were giving him, he shrugged on the blue jacket. Papyrus was right, it did smell a little like ketchup. But…

As the weight of the fabric settled around his shoulders, something in Grillby relaxed. The fabric that lined the inside of Sans’s jacket was surprisingly soft, and the sleeves were just long enough that if Grillby wanted to, he could pull them over his hands. The fire monster’s face grew hotter, a bright blush spreading across his cheeks. He was wearing Sans’s clothes. He was wearing Sans’s jacket. He wrapped his arms around himself without thinking, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. When he opened them again, he found that Toriel and Papyrus were both staring at him. He shifted a bit, fiddling with the hoodie strings. “...wh-what? Is something wrong?”

After a long moment, Toriel smiled, raising a hand to her mouth in an attempt to hold back laughter. Papyrus tilted his head, entirely bemused. “Grillby, why did you turn blue? Is it that overwhelming? I told Sans he needed to wash that old thing more often!”

Toriel lost her composure, laughing softly. “That’s not what it means when a fire monster turns blue, Papyrus.”

“W-wait, I’m what-?!” Grillby ran back into Toriel’s bathroom. Sure enough, the blush on his cheeks had turned a vibrant blue, along with some of the flames that made up his hair. “Oh. Oh no.”

“‘Oh no’ what?! I don’t understand! Ms. Toriel, why are you laughing?!” Papyrus frowned, unhappy at being left out of the loop.

Toriel was all too happy to clarify. “Fire monsters blush differently than other monsters. The flames that make up their faces change temperature depending on the emotion. When they’re embarrassed, they may turn red. When flustered, a brighter orange. The most dazzling display, though, is when a fire monster is-”

“You can’t tell Sans!” Grillby suddenly cried out, nearly shouting it. He went back into the bedroom, willing himself to calm down. “Fuck, I can’t let him see me like this…!”

Toriel decided to let the language slide, focusing on calming Grillby down. “It’s alright,” she said soothingly, “We won’t tell him. You should tell him yourself.”

Grillby shook his head. “No, no no no no no. Sans can’t know about this. It’s entirely inappropriate, and it would ruin everything we already have-”

Toriel held up a hand to stop him. She tilted her head a bit, concerned. “Now why would it be inappropriate? You’re adults. If you both consent to a relationship, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Don’t phrase it like that,” Grillby groaned. “It’s- I’m a fire elemental and he’s a skeleton. We’re not going to be compatible.”

Toriel frowned at that. “Now that’s an outdated mindset and you know it,” she huffed. “You like him, don’t you? I’m sure even if he didn’t like you that way, you could still be friends after telling him.”

“Like him in what way?!?!” The Great Papyrus interrupted, starting to get irritated that the author seemed to keep forgetting he was there.

Toriel looked at Papyrus, then sighed, smiling a bit as she looked back at Grillby. Grillby groaned again, hanging his head in defeat. “Fire monsters turn blue,” he mumbled, “When they’re in love.”

Papyrus took a moment to process that. Grillby was in love… he’d turned blue when he put Sans’s jacket on… Oh! The pieces clicked in his skull. “HOLY FU-”

“LANGUAGE!”

Grillby took a deep breath as he walked down the stairs, trying to stay calm and, more importantly, stay cold. Sans would probably say I just need to ‘chill out’. Or be ‘cool’, Grillby thought to himself, his awkward smile becoming a bit more genuine in amusement. He stepped into the living room, holding his arms out in a sort of ‘Ta-da!’ motion. Frisk started clapping while Alphys took pictures, both of them far more excited about the outfit change than they should have been.

“Well if it isn’t the ‘hottest’ new fashion trend, Grillby casual.”

Sans caught Grillby’s attention, the fire monster turning to look at him. “Ha, funny, Sans,” is what he said on the outside. On the inside, he was screaming. Stay chill stay chill stay chill stay chill god damn it now that terrible joke is stuck in my head holy shit just stay chill!

“Y-you look nice,” Grillby managed to stammer out. “I never thought I’d see you wear a tie that wasn’t printed on the shirt.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Sans replied with a wink. “So I guess it’s decided then? We’re going as each other for Halloween?”

Grillby nodded, barely trusting himself to speak. “I suppose so…”

Frisk jumped up on the couch. “WHICH MEANS YOU HAVE TO GO TRICK OR TREATING WITH US!!”

The next several minutes were filled with Toriel lecturing Frisk about jumping on furniture and yelling in the house.

The next day, the whole group met at Grillby’s to get ready, taking advantage of the fact that the restaurant had a total of four bathroom stalls. Grillby volunteered to put his costume on last, soul thrumming with anxiety. He was sure that the evening was going to be the hardest evening of his life (oh, the things he put himself through for Frisk’s sake).

Grillby was far from unaware of his feelings for Sans. He’d had a bit of a crush for a long time, and in the time since they’d been released from the Underground, that affection had only grown. There was just something about the skeleton that made him want to sit and talk with him forever. It would never work out, though. Relationships were complicated, and Grillby didn’t want to mess up what he already had. If he made a move and it didn’t work out, it would be hard to go back to just being friends. Needless to say, Sans’s new ability to turn Grillby’s flames blue without even being in the room was a huge problem.

“Hey fire dude, your turn!” Undyne pulled Grillby from his thoughts, thrusting the bartender’s costume into his arms. “Hurry up and get changed! It’s almost time to get going!”

Grillby nodded, a bit overwhelmed all of a sudden. “R-right. I’ll be back in a moment.”

He took his time getting dressed, carefully monitoring his temperature. For the most part, he was fine. He could forget that he was dressed as his favorite skeleton, even be amused by it. There was no problem at all… until he got to the jacket.

Slipping on Sans’s hoodie, Grillby felt his temperature immediately rise. He was never cold, but he could still appreciate that the jacket was comfortably warm. Between the smell and the weight, if he closed his eyes he could almost imagine Sans had his arms around him.

Oh god, there was no way he was going to make it through this night.

Cautiously stepping out of the bathroom stall, Grillby looked in the mirror and confirmed what he already suspected. That bright blue tint had returned to his face. He took a deep breath, willing it away, but some of the flames that formed his hair and cheeks wouldn’t cool off. The traitorous streaks of heat flickered and Grillby felt like he was being mocked.

The door to the bathroom suddenly opened and Grillby panicked, pulling up the hood of the and ducking his head to hide his face. Glancing to the side, he wanted to scream. Of course, it was Sans.

Sans looked worried, dress shoes clicking on the tile floor as he walked over. “You okay, Grillbz? You’ve been in here for a while. I was starting to get worried.”

“I-i’m fine,” Grillby stammered, turning to look at the wall, the counter, anywhere but at Sans. “I’m just nervous. It’s the first time I’ve participated in something like this.”

Sans chuckled, a gentle sound that soothed some of Grillby’s nerves. “C’mon, you can’t mess up Halloween. Just ‘chill’ out and enjoy yourself.”

Sans was right. There wasn’t any reason to be this worked up. So long as he focused on the festivities, Grillby didn’t run any risk of being flustered again. “Alright. I’ll be out in a moment.” He straightened up, looking in the mirror again and sighing in relief. For now, the blush was gone.

Later that evening, the Halloween festivities were in full swing. Monster and human children alike were wandering up and down the streets with their parents, laughing and playing as their buckets and bags slowly filled with sweets. Frisk insisted on dragging as many people as they could up to each door with them, insisting that, “Larger groups of people get more candy!”

Of course, being a pretty big group of monsters, they couldn’t all fit on a doorstep at once. Instead, they all took turns. Two people would go with Frisk at a time, and the rest of them would just wave from the street.

Sans put his hands in his pockets as he watched Grillby and Asgore walk Frisk to the door of the next house, chuckling a bit as the former king stopped to admire the flowerbeds. His gaze drifted to Grillby. He’d been worried that the bartender would feel a little out of place, but he seemed to be enjoying himself, holding Frisk’s hand as the child cheered, “Trick or treat!”

The couple at the door stopped to ask about their costumes like any other house, putting a few pieces of candy in Frisk’s bag. Sans couldn’t hear what was said, but when Grillby explained his costume, whatever the couple said made him laugh. Sans smiled to himself, fond.

Undyne elbowed Sans, arching an eyebrow at him. “Dude, you’re staring again.”

Sans rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah, well, he’s being really cute. Besides, anyone could appreciate a guy that hot.”

Undyne groaned. “Okay, but being serious, why don’t you just talk to him already? The guy obviously has a thing for you. Nobody would let you rack up a tab like yours if they didn’t want to cook for you all the time.”

“I know,” Sans admitted, “But he can be kinda shy. I don’t wanna scare him off by making the first move.”

She just rolled her eyes. “If he’s shy, he’s never gonna confess to you. Just go for it, man!”

Sans looked back at Grillby. In the time they’d been talking, the fire monster had picked Frisk up and put them on his shoulders, smiling as Frisk declared which house they should go to next. He was so good with the kid. He let Frisk hang out at the bar after school all the time, and he’d even helped them with their homework once or twice. The bartender was one of the sweetest guys Sans had ever met. How could the skeleton not like him? And Sans had to admit, he was getting a little impatient. “You know what? Fine,” he said, looking back at Undyne. “I’m gonna tell him.”

Undyne looked genuinely surprised. “Really?”

“Yup.”

“Tonight?”

“Right now.”

“Oh my god.” Undyne whipped out her phone, pulling up her camera. “Fucking finally. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. Alphys! Alphys, it’s finally happening, come help me film this!”

Sans laughed, pulling his hands out of his pockets to fidget with his suspenders. “Thanks for the enthusiasm, but this is something I kinda want to do alone? Grillby’s a private guy. You’ll make him nervous.”

Undyne groaned. “Fine, but you better tell me how it goes!”

Sans gave her a thumbs-up. “Sure thing, captain.”

“I mean it!” she emphasized, jabbing a finger at his chest. “I want every detail.”

Sans chuckled. “I’ll make sure to ‘burn’ the moment in my memory. Now get out of here, they’re coming back.”

Grillby and Asgore rejoined the group, Grillby handing Frisk off to Toriel. “I believe it’s your turn, You Majesty.”

Toriel smiled a bit. “Now what have I told you about that? It’s just Toriel now.” She turned to the others. “Sans? Would you like to come as well?”

“I’ll c-come!” Alphys quickly interjected. “We sh-should all go! Except Sans and Grillby! G-Grillby just went, and, u-um… Sans, well…”

“I’m too lazy to go all the way up to the door,” Sans finished for her. “I’ll hang back here with Grillby. You all go on ahead.”

Toriel tilted her head, trying to figure out what Sans was planning before understanding hit her. She smiled a bit and nodded. “Alright, you two. Don’t fall too far behind.”

“This won’t take very long,” Sans assured her, waving them off. Frisk lead the way, and pretty soon it was just Sans and Grillby, walking side by side in the cool autumn evening.

Grillby adjusted his glasses, glancing curiously at Sans. “...alright. What is this all about? I can tell you’re plotting something.”

Sans chuckled. “Yeah, you’ve always been able to read me pretty well.” And somehow the bartender was still totally oblivious. “I just wanted to talk with you for a minute. Just you and me.” He stopped walking, looking Grillby up and down. “...y’know, you don’t look half bad in my jacket.”

Oh god. The fear of blushing and tipping Sans off returned at full force, Grillby swallowing hard. “Th-thank you? Um, I think you look nice, too. Dressed up, I mean.”

“Eh, you pull it off better.” Sans shrugged. “You know, you’ve been kinda quiet this evening. You doing okay?”

“I’m fine,” Grillby answered too quickly. He’d honestly been avoiding talking to Sans too much. Sans was far too good at flustering him and making him laugh. “Why do you ask?”

Sans huffed, fond as he tilted his head. “Well, I’ve been thinking. Hanging out with everybody is great and all, but I’d kinda like to spend more time with just you, y’know?” He rubbed the back of his neck, a little nervous. He didn’t want to make Grillby uncomfortable by being too direct, but he couldn’t be too subtle. Otherwise, it would go over the fire monster’s head. He took a deep breath and braced himself. “I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go get breakfast or something sometime?”

Grillby nearly choked. What was Sans trying to say? Surely he wasn’t asking what Grillby wanted him to thought he might be asking. He felt his temperature rise without his permission and reflectively pulled up the hood of the jacket, covering his face with his sleeves. If anything, remembering that he was hiding in Sans’s jacket just made it worse. He tried to say something, but to his dismay, all he could get out was a flustered squeak.

That was about the reaction Sans was expecting. “Grillby? You okay?” Sans asked gently. He stepped closer, trying to move into the bartender’s field of vision.

“F-f-fine…!” Grillby managed. He was dead. He was going to die. This was a disaster.

“Heh, sure,” Sans mumbled, giving him a small smile. “Alright, if you’re gonna be shy about it, let’s try this a different way.” The skeleton reached up and gently took Grillby’s hands in his own, pulling them away. Grillby’s face was burning with beautiful shades of red, orange, and blue, all mixing together. Sans chuckled a bit, putting his hands on the bartender’s shoulders and making him lean over. “Come here, you dork.” He stood up on his toes, pulling the fire monster’s hood down as he did.

The light show when Sans kissed him was spectacular.

Papyrus, who had been watching the whole time, jumped out of the bushes. “OH MY GOD, SANS!” He was shortly followed by Undyne, Alphys, and Frisk, who were all rewatching the scene from Frisk’s phone.

“That was s-so cute!” Alphys gushed. “You’re so adorable t-together! I think it’s my new OTP.”

Grillby groaned, covering his face with one hand as Sans laughed. “I hate all of you.” He stopped as a hand slipped into his own, looking down at Sans.

Sans smiled up at him, still chuckling a bit. His gaze softened a bit as he ran his thumb over Grillby’s knuckles. “So,” he said quietly, “What do you say, firefly? Coffee this Saturday.”

Grillby smiled, finally letting himself blush without panicking. He laced their fingers together and gave the skeleton a gentle nod. “That sounds lovely.”

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it! If you did, consider leaving me a comment to tell me your favorite part. If you want to send me a prompt, my asks are open!

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hollyhomburg · 5 years ago

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My love I am S O F T for hybrid fluff and this Packtan we have got going on is just like Making me AH from the floofy gooey sweetness. Can we just talk for a sec about if the reader gets pregnant but doesn't know it, she gets up early to make herself some coffee or tea or smth, and one of the boys comes down and he's sniffing the air and he's like "what's that smell it smells so good" And the reader like, oh it's coffee. But he's like "no that's you" and its like "OMG you're finally having pups"

oh~ i love the idea of this, and i think like- they would have noticed that she’d been needier the last few days, her and namjoon (cuz yeah- he’s the lead alpha and its only natural that he would be the first one to get you pregnant), god namjoon’s been so possessive of you- a little more than the others who are feeling the pull to protect and care more over the first few days your hormones are adjusting- their instincts know you’re pregnant before they do.

all namjoon knows is that the waitress at the store smiles at you and he growls so hard at the alpha that everyone is turning to look at him, he’s just looking dark and angry at the alpha and it takes Seokjin leaning over and yanking on the nape of namjoon’s hair for him to snap out of it and he’s apologizing furiously, they make sure to leave a hefty tip and really- that kinda shit just happens sometimes and it’s quickly forgotten.

the others feel a little different, they get agitated when they’re separated from you like a prick of annoyance on the back of their neck. Hoseok paces during practice, full of nervous energy- ready to snap at anyone or anything. Yoongi can’t stop filling up your plate at dinner and feeding you himself which is just weird. jimin gets shivers down his spine whenever you look even slightly unhappy, stopping whatever he’s doing to cuddle up to you- your favorite group omega activity.

Every night Seokjin finds himself nesting anxiously, stress orders about a dozen more pillows and soft blankets from that one online omega emporium that has everything needed for nest Making. you go out for a walk with Tae and he finds himself stopping to readjust your scarf every time you even start to look a little cold, tugging your hands into his pockets with a low grumble.

god- they all get unbearably overprotective. But not a single one of them understands why. not even when they’re getting ready to leave one morning and jimin legitimately hisses when Hoseok tries to wake him up from where he’s curled around you cradling your head against his shoulder.

it’s not until one morning, a Saturday with nothing planned, Seokjin and yoongi making waffles while the others all slowly wake and follow the sweet smell of freshly baked goods- they think, until they get into the kitchen and each one of them scents you, already buzzing around the kitchen making enough coffee for all of you- a feat in its self. you’re smiley and happy to have them all here, almost glowing in the early morning light, a vision in someone’s large white button-downs so long on you that it nearly brushes your knees.

they all feel needier than usual, and you do too, pausing by each of their chairs to dispense coffee and sleepy morning kisses, pulling yourself into hoseok’s lap before you grumble and switch to Seokjin’s, and then grumble again before you’re in Yoongi’s, you’re getting coffee for yourself when Jungkook stumbles in, plopping into a chair with the usual puppy floppiness that he only has during the mornings. he snags around your waist when you walk by, and you go easily in between his legs letting him bury his forehead in your stomach.

you smell warm and milk and sweet but with a hint of namjoon- which is strange, different than your usual flowery omega scent- but also- you smell like namjoon- you smell so so much like namjoons thick pine and wood scent, it’s strange because you haven’t slept in his bed,

“you should go back to bed” you humm as jungkook nuzzles into your tummy, running your fingers through his long hair, “everyone’s loud and i could smell you from my bedroom.” he nuzzles in more to your tummy and you humm happily, your brow furrowing when he starts scent-marking your abdomen- which isn’t exactly usual but jungkook’s so tired you dismiss it easily,

Tae looks over at you grinning from where he’s sipping his coffee, “he’s right you know, you smell a little different stronger, you should have cleaned up after last night with namjoon,” you do smell good though, and it’s not as noxious as the usual “had sex last night” smell that all of you tend to have- you smell normal but with a hint of sweet milkiness- different than your usual flowery omega scent- but also- you smell like namjoon- you smell so so much like namjoons thick pine and wood scent,

“what are you talking about- she slept with us last night tae” jungkook and jin chime in- and he’s right, you’d all piled into a nest last night. but tae’s stalwart, “she smells exactly like namjoon guys- maybe you can’t smell it cuz of omega hormones of whatever but it’s almost like she’s half namjoon half-” tae breaks off, his eyes widening, yoongi’s head snaps up to look at you, falling silent as well suddenly more awake than he’s ever been at 11 in the morning, something hovering on his tongue as the two betas share a look,

“what tae?” you finally ask, and his voice shakes when he sets his coffee down his hand shaking a little. “when was your last heat?” you wrack your brain, “i think like- 3 months ago” you trail off, suddenly putting two and two together. all the while, jungkook hasn’t searched his nuzzling into your stomach, “oh my god you smell like namjoon”

the alpha in question is frozen, looking at you and then at your stomach, and jungkook a sleepy growl building in his chest the more distressed you start to smell. “stop” he says, still not entirely awake, “getting stressed is bad for the pup”

“pup????” hoseok almost shouts, finally decided to join you in the land of the living. namjoon drops his cup which dosent shatter- but does spill hot coffee all over the floor. it does a good job of waking jungkook and everyone up though.

que alot of scrambling and half shy happy smiles of “where the fuck do we even keep the pregnancy tests hyung-” “don’t bother looking i’m too excited- it’ll take too long I’ll just run to the convenience store,-” “you idiot someone could see you-” tae jumping up excitedly when he finally drags it out of the back of the closet, “here! omega-chance brand- not the best but we’ll take it”

queue all of them trying to go into the bathroom with you assuring them that they definitely don’t have to come in with you to piss on the fucking bright pink stick, no matter how much they whine, yoongi holding his face leaning with his back against the wall, namjoon pacing, and the rest of them quite literally bouncing up and down.

you open the door, and all of them let out a pent up breath, but the happiness in your face and the hand resting on your abdomen tells them enough! they shout, yoongi, Jungkook, and namjoon legitimately burst into tears, happy tears, namjoon needs to sit down, and the others are shouting and kissing your face, tae getting on his knees to kiss your baby bump while Hoseok back hugs you and jimin and seokjin cup your cheeks and kiss your happy tears away,

“we’ve got you baby- you’re going to do so well and we’ll help you with absolutely everything,” and you will- you know, the child might be physically yours and namjoon’s but really- all of them are going to be the parents along with you, you’d always known that any child you had would be loved so thoroughly that there was no way they wouldn’t turn out happy, and now that you’re here, on the precipice of everything, each and every one of you feels so so lucky.

namjoon is sitting in the kitchen, while across from him jungkook cries and stuff as many waffles into his mouth as he can, yoongi can’t stop gummy smiling, waiting, watching happily silently, his round soft cheeks a little wet. “come here baby” he says, and reluctantly the others part from around you, he pulls you into his lap so that he can be at eye level with your stomach, and so carefully, he sets his hands over your stomach, pressing close, forehead against your abdomen, “hello pup” he says, bursting into tears, there isn’t a dry eye in the house, and all of Packtan surround both of you, each of them scent marking along you, their omega.

rest assured, once you start showing they get even more ridiculously protective than before.

#Anonymous #bts wolf au #bts x reader #omega jimin #omega seokjin #alpha namjoon #alpha hoseok #alpha jungkook #beta taehyung #beta yoongi #omega reader #omegaverse #bts omegaverse au #bts omegaverse #bts pregnancy au #bts poly au #bts polyamory #bts fluff

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I think I wanna marry you

hello friends!! this is a request fill for Aubrey_Plaza_Stole_HappiestSeason on ao3.

also, in a previous work, I said cady's middle name was Allison just because I liked the way it sounded, but I was browsing Erika henningsen's instagram and found that she calls her cady Jane as in Jane Goodall, and I like that much better. so, its Jane now. enjoy!

“Damian!” Janis calls from the bedroom she shares with Cady in their New York apartment.

“What?!” He calls back.

“Is Caddy home?” She asks loudly, wondering why one of them didn’t just go to the other.

“No!”

“Then come here!”

He comes strolling in casually with a bagel, chewing a mouthful. “Wha’ you wan’?”

“Finish chewing, I don’t want you to choke,” Janis demands, knowing him well. He listens, thankfully, swallowing his bite and coming to sit next to her on the bed.

“Okay, what is it?”

“I want to propose to Caddy,” Janis rushes out. Exactly as she expected, he sucks in a large gasp, dropping his bagel to press a hand over his heart. “Can you help me?”

“Yes!” He says excitedly. “Oh my god, finally!”

“Finally? We’re twenty-two, dude,” Janis says, confused. She’d thought they were a bit young to be thinking of marriage.

“Literally everyone in our friend group expected you to get engaged before we started college and elope,” Damian responds, leveling her with a single look.

“We’d only been dating for, like, four and a half months by the time you and I left, what the hell kind of toxic relationship did you think we have?!” Janis demands.

“You two were absolutely revoltingly in love, you would’ve done it and found a way to make it work. I’m just glad you’ve calmed down a little,” Damian jokes.

“Hm,” Janis huffs, thinking. They had gotten into things pretty quickly in high school. Their temporary long distance relationship had actually done them a lot of favors. “Anyway, can you help me?”

“Yes, of course! How do you want to do it?” He asks, lying down on his tummy and taking another bite of his bagel.

“I was thinking when we go home for Christmas? Like, on Christmas Eve, maybe. I wanted to take her to some fancy ‘holiday’ dinner and then take her on a walk to the clearing by that pond where we had our first date, and propose there?” She says quickly. She’s planned it for a while, but she still wants to make sure it doesn’t sound dumb.

“Aww,” Damian coos. “That sounds great, she’ll love it. What do you want me to do?”

“Help me pick a ring, first of all. And then, since you’re coming back to Illinois with us, help me decorate the place with, like, candles and pretty lights and stuff?” Janis asks, looking to him for approval again.

“Done. You wanna go shopping now?” He asks, shoving the rest of his bagel in his mouth.

“Um... yeah, why not? I’ll be ready in a minute,” She says, pushing him to the door.

————-

Little did Janis know, Cady was across town with Regina, Gretchen, and Karen coming up with a proposal plan of her own. She’d asked them out on a coffee get-together, trying to bribe them into helping her plan everything.

“Hey, Cady!” Gretchen calls from across the café where she’s standing, flanked by her girlfriends. Cady stands to hug them, she’s been so busy working on her PhD that she hasn’t been able to see them much lately.

“Hi! I ordered for all of us, we’re over here,” she says, leading them to a table in the far corner.

“It’s so good to see you, it’s been forever,” Regina says, sitting across from her with Karen, and Gretchen next to Cady.

“Yeah, I’ve missed you guys! My schoolwork is kicking my ass lately,” Cady huffs. “How have you been?”

“Good! We got an axolotl!” Karen says excitedly.

“Aww! I love those, but we can’t have any pets at all in our apartment,” Cady says sadly. “What did you name it?”

“Louboutin,” Gretchen says with a happy smile. “Gina wants to give him a sibling named Gucci.”

“Aww. I wanna come meet him soon,” Cady says.

“Oh, absolutely! We’ll have a girls night soon once our schoolwork eases up a little,” Regina says happily. “What about you, how have you been?”

“Oh, you know. About as good as a PhD student can be,” Cady says with a chuckle. “But really, I’ve been fine. Um, I actually wanted to ask a favor of you guys.”

“Ooh, ulterior motive! What do you need?” Gretchen asks excitedly, still hungry for gossip like she was in high school.

“I want to propose to Janis,” Cady says quickly. All three girls squeal loudly and wrap her in a hug, Regina and Karen leaning over the table and nearly spilling their drinks.

“When?” Karen asks excitedly once they’ve sat back down.

“Where?” Regina adds.

“I was thinking Christmas Eve when we all go back home? Our first date was in this beautiful clearing in the woods by that pond, I was going to do it there,” Cady says quietly.

“Aww,” the three of them coo in the same tone at the same time. It’s frightening how in sync they are, sometimes.

“So what do you need us for?” Karen asks.

“I was hoping you guys could help me pick a ring, and set up the area once the day comes? If you can,” Cady asks. “And Regina, could you take photos? Like, hidden somewhere? I can pay you for them.”

“Yes I can, and no you will not. You’re my best friend, you get free pictures,” Regina says, shaking with excitement.

“You don’t have to do that, Gina,” Cady says, feeling guilty now.

“Cady, honey, I’m still rich. I don’t need your money. Think of it as a favor for me, I need more practice with photographing people anyway.”

“Okay,” Cady says. “Anyway, are you guys free next weekend to go ring shopping?”

“Yes,” all of them say together again.

“Okay then,” Cady giggles. “What have you guys been up to?”

————-

On November first, Regina is sitting on the sofa in her apartment, reading through some emails for work and sipping her favorite peppermint tea. She decides to take a break when her phone pings with a text; her back is starting to bother her anyway.

She stands up to stretch as she checks it, trying not to be too surprised when she finds it’s from Janis.

snarkisian: hey reggie are u going home for christmas ??

notreginald: Yes, why?

snarkisian: are u busy on christmas eve ??

notreginald: Depends on what time. What do you need?

snarkisian: i’m gonna propose to caddy that night and i was wondering if you’d take some pics of it

snarkisian: i’ll pay u for them obviously

Regina sucks in a gasp. They’re planning on proposing on the same night?

notreginald: Aww, congratulations! I’ll see if I’m free, where and when are you planning on doing it? And you don’t have to pay me.

snarkisian: the clearing in the woods where we had our first date, around nightfall. i’m gonna take her to a fake christmas dinner first tho

So, they have exactly the same proposal plan. How cute.

notreginald: Let me check my calendar. I should be free.

She lied, she needs to talk to Damian immediately.

georgewashington: HUBBARD WE HAVE A SITUATION

damecupboard: What happened who do I need to kill

georgewashington: What? Nobody. But Janis and Cady want to propose to each other on the same night and in the same place.

damecupboard: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLT SHIT

georgewashington: Holt.

damecupboard: Bitch leave me alone

damecupboard: They have the exact same proposal plan??

georgewashington: Exactly the same, except Janis wants to take Cady to dinner first. Cady asked us to help get the area set up beforehand a while ago and asked me to take their engagement pics.

georgewashington: And Janis just texted me asking to take pictures for HER proposal.

damecupboard: Shit

damecupboard: They probably both want the same setup, we could work together and then stick you in a bush or smth

georgewashington: Works for me, other than the bush. I’ll text you later to find out what we need to order. Love you 📷

damecupboard: Bye Reggie!!

She switches back to her text thread with Janis.

notreginald: I’m totally free in the evening that day, so it should work out.

snarkisian: tits! are u sure i can’t pay u??

notreginald: I don’t want your money, Jan. Just spell correctly for once in your life.

snarkisian: noh

notreginald: Figures.

————-

About a week later, Janis and Cady are having their weekly date night. Every Saturday they make a commitment to go on a date. Sometimes they go out for dinner, sometimes they go see a movie, and other times they just go for a walk around the city and chat, catching up on the events of the week.

Tonight, they decide to do one of their favorite things: stay home. Damian has an evening audition and won’t be home until late, so they have the apartment to themselves.

They order in some Indian food, deciding not to cook this time since they’re both exhausted from the week. It’s peaceful, eating their dinner sitting across from each other on the floor, using the coffee table as a dinner table. They chat about how Janis’ work has been, what paintings she’s been doing in her off time, how Cady’s schoolwork is going, little things like that.

Cady cuddles in on top of Janis as they watch a movie, falling asleep slightly as Janis plays with her hair. It’s only about seven in the evening, but she’s so tired and Janis is so warm.

She about jumps out of her skin when Janis’ phone goes off. Their usual rule is no phones on date night, but they both are waiting on some important information so made an exception for tonight. Janis checks the message, her eyes going wide when she sees what it is.

“Cads, I’m really sorry, I have to go,” She says frantically, Cady frowning at her as she’s removed from her embrace.

“Go where? It’s late,” Cady pouts. Janis has never left date night before.

“Um... a work thing,” Janis says. “Emergency. I shouldn’t be more than an hour. Maybe hour and a half.”

It’s clearly a lie, Janis teaches art and tutors English down at their local middle school. None of her students would have an emergency this late on a Saturday night.

“Janis, you’re a teacher, what emergency could possibly happen this late at night? On a weekend?” Cady asks, rubbing her eyes.

“Uhm... not that work, something happened to one of my commissions down at the studio. I have to go check on it.” Janis says, proud of how quickly she came up with that.

“Oh. Okay,” Cady responds, still eyeing her suspiciously. “Be safe.”

“I will. I have my pepper spray,” Janis says, coming to kiss her goodbye quickly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And with that, Cady is left alone. She decides to clean up after their dinner, throwing the containers away and washing the dishes they used. She’s deep in thought as she scrubs away at a plate.

She definitely lied to me, she wouldn’t even look me in the eye. And she spent forever picking that studio because she wanted somewhere good, if something happened to one of her works someone would have known how to fix it.

So where could she have gone? On date night? What was so important? Did she get invited to do something else? With someone else? Maybe I’ve gotten boring. I can’t be very interesting to talk to, all I’ve got going on is school.

That thought makes her pause. Janis couldn’t be sick of her. Could she? Cady takes a deep breath, switching to grab a towel to dry the dishes. She’s been down this road before, she knows she shouldn’t jump to conclusions. But maybe she’ll take time to gather some more evidence first before telling Janis how she’s feeling. That’s probably not a terrible idea.

Janis rushes to the subway station near their apartment, even more on edge than she normally is in public. She’d gotten a text notification that the ring she and Damian had chosen was ready, and wants to go check since she’ll be busy making Thanksgiving preparations soon. The shop closes in an hour and is about forty-five minutes away, so she has to hurry.

The shopkeeper looks a little startled when she throws the door open and dashes in, so Janis pauses for a second to make sure she doesn’t look like a robber. She smooths her hair and clothes and heads up to the counter at a much slower pace.

“Um, hi, sorry. I got a text that an engagement ring I ordered is ready?” She says gently.

The employee looks relieved upon realizing Janis isn’t crazy, sighing quietly. “Oh, that’s perfectly understandable. What’s the name for the order?”

“Sarkisian,” Janis responds, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet.

The employee heads into a back room, returning after a second with a small velvet box. “Here you are.”

Janis opens the box, gasping gently at what she sees. She’d seen it to pick the style, obviously, but something about seeing it in Cady’s size and presented in the fancy box makes it so much more real.

She’d stolen one of Cady’s less fancy rings to get her size, and when she compares them it’s a perfect match. “This is perfect, thank you so much.”

“Not a problem, ma’am. Best of luck with the proposal.”

This guy is disgustingly polite, she thinks as she heads for the door. “Thank you!” She calls over her shoulder just before she reaches the door.

Once she’s left, she pulls out her phone to text Damian.

janjan: hey i just picked up the ring

janjan: can we meet somewhere so i can give it to u? caddy will be sus if i immediately go to hide something when i get home

damdam: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

damdam: Yeah I just finished my audition. I’ll be at that noodle place we like, meet me there

janjan: 📷

It’s about a block and a half away from where she is, so she sort of power-walks her way over. She’s still panting slightly by the time she reaches him.

“Lemme see,” Damian demands as soon as he sees her. Janis pulls the box out of her pocket, flipping the lid open to show him. “Oh, Jan, it’s so pretty.”

“Do you think Caddy’ll like it?” Janis asks, shutting it again and handing it over. She’s a little nervous about letting it out of her sight, but she honestly trusts him with it more than herself.

“Of course, Janjan. You picked it for a reason, she’ll love it,” Damian says as he puts it safely in his coat pocket.

“It’d better be worth it. I feel bad, I left in the middle of date night,” Janis says nervously.

Damian pats her shoulder comfortingly. “She’ll understand, Jan. Eventually.”

“I hope so,” Janis mumbles. “Dame?” She asks after a beat.

“Hmm?”

“Why didn’t we just meet at the station?”

“I want noodles.”

————-

They decide to have Thanksgiving with all three of their families together, since everyone was coming to them instead of the other way around. For New York, their apartment is fairly large, but it’s still quite cramped with everyone present.

Janis can cook well enough, but she had recently dropped an entire watermelon on the floor and was subsequently banned from helping prepare any of the meal. She’s in charge of keeping everything presentable while Damian entertains.

So, Cady is preparing the meal with her own mother, as well as Janis’. Ms. Hubbard and Damian both offered to help as well, but their little kitchen isn’t big enough for any more people. Cady is left alone with Ms. Sarkisian as her own mother heads to the restroom, deciding to ask the million dollar question now.

“Ms. Juliette, can I ask you something?” Cady asks. Janis’ mother had insisted on Cady calling her by her first name, but she never quite managed it. Her compromise is still using the title in front of her name. It suits them both well enough.

“Of course, hon,” Ms. Sarkisian says, basting the turkey.

Cady looks quickly to make sure Janis isn’t around before she speaks, talking quietly. “Um... I’m planning on proposing to Janis, around Christmas. I’d like to ask your blessing.” Cady has a feeling it’ll be given, but she’s nervous. They’re still very young, Janis is barely twenty-three.

Ms. Sarkisian gasps happily and comes to hug her. “Of course you have my blessing, I’ve been waiting for this day since you two first started dating. Welcome to the family, honey.”

Cady hugs her back tightly, relieved she agreed. “Thank you.” She hopes she’ll actually be welcomed to the family. Janis has still been acting odd.

Janis is ambling around in the living room, out of things to keep tidy for the moment. She’s trying to work up the nerve to talk to Cady’s parents.

When Mrs. Heron comes through to use the restroom, she realizes she might only have this moment to ask them. She takes some deep breaths, standing a little ways away from the bathroom to wait for Cady’s mother.

“Oh, hello, Janis,” Mrs. Heron says as she comes back, wiping some excess water on her pant legs.

“Uh, hi, Mrs. Heron,” Janis stutters. “Can-could I talk to you and Mr. Heron really quick? Um, alone?”

“I’ve told you to call me Betsy, dear. And yes, I’ll go get Chip,” Cady’s mother replies. She returns with her husband after a second, both looking slightly concerned. “Now what is this about?”

Janis swallows and puffs out her chest slightly for confidence. “Uhm, I want to propose to Cady. She loves you two more than anything, so I wanted to ask your blessing.”

Mrs. Heron gasps happily, coming to hug her. Mr. Heron is more stoic, but she sees tears brimming in his eyes.

“Oh, you absolutely have our blessing, dear. Welcome to the family,” Mrs. Heron says.

“Thanks,” Janis breathes. Betsy leaves after that and returns to her daughter in the kitchen. Mr. Heron wraps her in another awkward hug, eventually giving up and pulling back to shake her hand instead.

“You have my blessing. But if you hurt my baby girl, you��ll never see the light of day again,” He says ominously. “Take care of her. Welcome to the family.”

“Um...I don’t plan on it, sir, thank you,” Janis stumbles. “I promise I’ll take care of her.”

“I know you will, I just have to make sure of these things as her father,” Chip replies. “I’ll tell her to do the same for you whenever you propose.”

Janis feels tears prick at her eyes. She knows her mother is protective, but having an actual father figure is nice. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Janis.”

They head back to the living room, where everyone else is waiting. Janis shoots Juliana a look, gesturing for her to come over to her.

“What’s up, Janny?” Her sister asks.

“You have to swear to be quiet if I tell you, Caddy can’t know,” Janis threatens.

Juliana looks at her oddly. “Okay.”

Janis pulls out the ring box, prompting a gasp from her sister. Julie slaps a hand over her mouth, squealing into it and doing a little happy dance. “I get another sister! Finally!”

“Shh,” Janis demands. “But yes, hopefully. I’m trusting you with this. I’m gonna propose at Christmas. Can you take this home with you and keep it safe somewhere?”

Julie’s eyes go wide, shocked at the amount of trust her big sister has in her. “Yeah, absolutely. Have you told Mama?”

“No, I’m going to whenever she takes a break. She’s with Caddy, I haven’t been able to get her away.”

“Can I see it?” Julie asks, cradling the ring box carefully and opening it when Janis nods. “Oh, damn. She’s a lucky lady.”

Janis laughs, ruffling her hair. “Thanks, kid, glad you approve.”

“What are we approving, girls? What are you scheming?” Their mother asks as she comes to take a short break from the cooking.

Julie looks to Janis, letting her share the news. “I’m proposing to Caddy. Probably on Christmas Eve.”

Her mom raises her eyebrows, smiling widely when she realizes that they both have the same plan. She comes to hug her, trying to hide her reaction and keep Cady’s proposal a surprise. “Congratulations, baby girl.”

“She hasn’t said yes yet, mama,” Janis reminds her, returning her hug.

“Do you think she’s going to say no?” Juliana asks jokingly.

Janis pauses. “No.”

“Then let her congratulate you, Janny. She’s gonna say yes.” Julie says.

“Okay. Thank you.”

“Mom, Daddy, can I talk to you?” Cady asks when Janis goes to grab a second plate from the kitchen.

“Always, binti,” her father replies.

“I’m going to propose to Janis,” Cady says in Swahili just in case Janis is listening. “On Christmas Eve.”

Her parents lock eyes, smiling at each other as they discover each girl has the same plan.

“Congratulations, darling. Treat each other well,” her mother says, trying to stop grinning.

“We will. I love you,” Cady replies as she comes to hug them. She misses the look they shoot Ms. Sarkisian over her shoulders.

Once their families leave, headed back home to Illinois in the morning, Janis and Cady have a moment alone in the kitchen as Damian tidies up the living room and heads to bed.

Cady comes up behind Janis as she finishes washing the last few dishes, wrapping her arms around her waist and popping up on her tippy toes to kiss her cheek before squishing her cheek against Janis’ back.

“Hi, baby,” Janis says as she switches to grab another plate.

“Hi,” Cady says. “Today was nice.”

Janis finishes her last dish and turns around, leaning to kiss Cady’s forehead and pulling her in for a tighter hug. She dances them around the kitchen, to a song that exists only in her head. Cady giggles when Janis spins her out and then pulls her back in to kiss her sweetly.

“It was nice. I love you,” Janis says.

“I love you too. I’m thankful for you,” Cady replies, popping up to kiss her again. Janis chuckles, kissing her back.

“I’m thankful for you too, Butterfly. Let’s go to bed, I’m exhausted,” Janis yawns.

“Okay, my love. I’m little spoon tonight,” Cady says.

“Fine.”

————-

Thanksgiving was comforting, but Janis continues acting oddly. She seems distracted, and nervous. Whenever Cady is around she seems on high alert, and spends most of her free time on her phone texting someone. Cady is worried.

On their next date night, Cady decides to go all out. She had told Regina about how strange Janis was acting and asked for advice. She had two girlfriends, after all. Regina had suggested being a bit more bold with her affections to see how Janis responded and going from there.

They have the apartment for the night since Damian is having a sleepover with Karen. They had formed a special bond over the years. They have get togethers every now and again, occasionally joined by Janis and Cady, and every once in a while Regina and Gretchen would join too. It’s cute.

Cady made reservations at their favorite Italian restaurant to surprise Janis, and picks out her sexiest lingerie to go under her slightly revealing green dress. She also decides to wear heels so she can reach Janis’ face more easily.

She styles her hair down, since Janis loves to play with it, and does more makeup than she’s normally comfortable with. She decides to leave her freckles visible, though, since Janis loves those too. She swipes on some red lipstick that she rarely uses and is good to go.

Janis is wearing a green button-down top and some nice black pants, sitting on the couch and waiting for her to finish getting ready. “You ready, ba-whoa.” she says upon seeing her.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Cady says, grabbing her bag and reaching for her. Janis pulls her close before they can leave, wrapping her arms around her waist and kissing her soundly.

“You look incredible. Is there some special occasion I’m forgetting?” She purrs after pulling back, miraculously without having smudged either of their lipsticks.

“No,” Cady says, fiddling with a button on her shirt. “Just wanted to try something new.” Janis’ reaction so far seems to be a good sign.

“Hmm,” Janis hums, looking at her oddly. “Okay. As long as you’re comfortable. You look beautiful.”

“Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself,” Cady pecks her lips one more time before pulling away, taking her hand and leading her out the door. “Now come on, we’re gonna be late.”

Cady flirts rather aggressively throughout their whole meal; holding Janis’ hand across the table, listening even more intently than she usually does to her stories, even occasionally winking at her.

Janis seems confused by all the attention, but doesn’t complain. She follows quietly after Cady once she pays and smiles as Cady links their fingers together.

“Do you want to walk and look at the lights?” Cady asks as she turns back to look at her.

“You’re in heels and the shortest dress I’ve ever seen, baby, no. We can walk around but we should take you home to change first,” Janis replies, looking meaningfully at her outfit.

“You don’t like it?” Cady asks with a pout.

“No! I mean yes- I... baby, you look beautiful, I love you in this, I just don’t want you to freeze,” Janis explains. “And you’ll damage your feet walking too far in those.”

“Oh,” Cady says with relief. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“You want to head home?” Janis asks.

Cady presses close to her, fiddling with the collar of her shirt. “Yeah,” she purrs. “We can have more fun at home, anyway. Maybe you can help me get out of this.”

Janis lets out a flustered squeak, grabbing her hand and hauling her to a cab.

Once they’re both satisfied, Cady pulls Janis to shower with her. “Did you like tonight?”

“Are you kidding? Yeah,” Janis says as Cady gently traces the tattoos covering her arm. “But you’ve been acting kind of... off, are you okay? Did something happen?”

Shit. Janis is onto her. “No, no, I’m fine,” Cady says hastily. “I just wanted to show how much I love you.”

“Aww. Well it was a nice surprise, but I love you all the time, Butterfly,” Janis says as she pulls Cady close to kiss her.

“I love you too.”

Maybe I read things wrong? But what is she up to?

————-

They do actually get to go walk around and see the lights the following weekend. Cady dresses more sensibly this time, in jeans and snow boots. And a Christmas sweater under her coat, which she had talked Janis into matching. Janis had only agreed since their coats would be zipped up.

Cady looks around in childlike wonder at the beautiful lights decorating the neighborhood. She always gets so excited around the holidays. Janis doesn’t think it’ll ever stop being impossibly adorable.

She’s in the midst of trying to process that they’ll hopefully be engaged in about two weeks when Cady suddenly hauls her into an alleyway, pinning her against the wall and kissing her hungrily.

Janis responds in kind, pulling Cady into her and sucking on her lip as she slides her hands into the back pockets of Cady’s jeans. Cady moans quietly, threading her hands through Janis’ short, dark hair and pressing up on her tiptoes to be even closer.

Janis switches their places, turning to lift Cady up and pin her against the wall. Cady squeals in surprise, but locks her legs around Janis’ waist and pulls her back in, giving her lower lip a teasing nip.

Janis pulls back with a gasp for breath, but keeps Cady held against the wall. She groans happily when Cady kisses and nips her cheeks and jaw, letting Janis catch her breath before cupping her face and pressing their lips together again.

Cady is about to ask Janis to take her home so they can continue in private when her phone pings loudly in her pocket. Janis sets her down so she can check it. She blinks in surprise when she sees it’s a text from Aaron.

a-aron: hey, cady! i know it’s been a long time, but i just moved to NY and you’re one of the only people i know in the city. do you want to meet for coffee sometime and catch up?

“Who is it?” Janis asks, but doesn’t try to peek to respect Cady’s privacy.

“Um... it’s Aaron. He just moved to the city, he wants to meet for coffee soon. Would you be okay with that?” Cady asks.

“Damn, he moved here from Cali? At Christmas? Poor dude,” Janis says. “But baby, I don’t control who you meet up with. I trust you, of course you can meet with him.”

“Thanks, lovey. Let me text him back and then we can keep looking around,” Cady hums.

caddy: Sure! Janis and I are going back to Evanston next weekend, though. Are you free this week?

a-aron: does tomorrow work? i could use a break from unpacking. if it’s too short notice that’s fine, damian told me you’re working on your phd. congrats, btw

“What is it?” Janis asks when Cady grins widely.

“He’s been talking with Damian,” Cady says. “Didn’t Damian have a date the other day? And wouldn’t tell us who he was going out with?”

“Oh my god,” Janis squeals. “No way!”

“I think so. I’ll check when I meet with Aaron,” Cady giggles. “One more second, I’m sorry.”

caddy: Thank you! Tomorrow works fine, I’ll text you a good place in a while.

caddy: Oh and Janis says hi :)

a-aron: lol hello janis. see you tomorrow cady

caddy: 📷

“Alright, where were we?” Cady purrs as she pockets her phone again, pulling Janis into another smooch.

————-

The next day, Cady gets ready to meet Aaron around eleven and heads to her favorite local coffee shop.

Aaron is already at a table in the back corner, sipping a mocha as he reads a book.

“Hi, Aaron,” She says, heading over to him.

“Hey, Cady! Long time no see,” Aaron replies, standing and coming to hug her. It’s been about six months since they’ve seen each other, since he came to Regina’s college graduation party in May.

“I know, it’s good to see you!” Cady says as she sits down. “So, what brings you to New York?”

“Work, actually,” Aaron replies. “I was offered a job here and decided to go for it. I was actually kind of lonely all the way out in California. My college friends are all good people, but everyone I’m really connected to is out here now.”

“Like Damian?” Cady teases.

“How did-oh, did I tell you about that?” Aaron stutters. “It’s- we’re not, like, a thing. Or anything.”

“Do you want to be?” Cady asks gently. Aaron had come out as biromantic and asexual during his sophomore year of college. He and Damian would be cute together.

“YeahIreallydo,” Aaron says quickly before abruptly changing the subject. “Anyway, um, how have you and Janis been? Is she still doing art?”

Cady sighs, but smiles at the mention of her girlfriend. “Yeah. She actually teaches art now, to middle schoolers. And she has a commission business she runs on the side. And everything is great with us, I’m actually planning on proposing to her soon.”

Aaron gasps happily. “Congratulations, Cades! When are you doing it?”

“Christmas,” Cady grins. “Well, Christmas Eve. I have a lot to plan still, though.”

“I could help, I’m going to visit family in Evanston too. I’m assuming Damian or Regina is helping you?” Aaron asks.

“Regina, and Gretchen and Karen. Damian’s been busy with something else, but I’ve told him it’s happening,” Cady replies. “If you want to help, that would be great. Regina has been doing most of the shopping, I think.”

“I’ll shoot her a text later. Am I invited to the wedding?” Aaron asks jokingly.

“Of course,” Cady chides. “If it actually happens.”

“Cady, you and Janis are perfect for each other, she’s going to say yes. We’ve all been waiting for this since we were in high school.”

“But we were only dating for a few months in high school,” Cady says.

“But you’ve been in love with her since you met her,” Aaron replies. “I didn’t really notice it when we were together, but you never looked at me the way you look at her. I’m glad everything has worked out for you two.”

Cady is stunned. “Um. Thank you,” she stutters. “I think. So, what were you doing in California after you graduated?”

“I work in accounting now,” Aaron says. “Yes, it is as boring as it sounds. Um, I joined a rec soccer league for a while, that was cool. And I...uh, never mind.”

“No, what? Come on, you can tell me,” Cady coaxes, thanking the waiter as he delivers her tea.

“I dabbled in drag,” Aaron mumbles. Cady chokes on her tea, spitting it back into her mug.

“Oh my god! Really?!” She splutters. “Do you still do it?”

“I haven’t found anywhere to do it here yet, but technically, yes,” Aaron replies.

“What’s your drag name?” Cady demands excitedly. This is an incredible revelation.

“Lois Carmen Denominator,” Aaron says as he flushes. Cady chokes again. Of course he picked a math pun.

“Oh my god, that’s incredible,” she breathes. “Have you told Damian? He loves that stuff.”

“No, we, um. We’ve only met up the once. Somehow that didn’t come up,” Aaron says. “But I’ll let him know.”

“Yes! That’s so neat, you’ll have to let me know when you find somewhere. I’ll come to see you perform,” Cady says excitedly.

“Sure, Cades,” Aaron chuckles. “Um, has Damian, like, mentioned me at all?”

Cady grins. Now it’s her turn to play matchmaker. “Not by name,” she teases. “But he was going on and on about this super hot guy he managed to get a date with the other day.”

Aaron flushes again. “He thinks I’m hot?”

“Apparently,” Cady giggles. “Did you go out with him on Wednesday?”

“Yeah,” Aaron says, his voice a few octaves higher.

“Then yes, he thinks you’re hot,” Cady replies.

Aaron is doing his best tomato impression by this point. “Oh. Wait, what do I do now?”

“You’re so flustered, oh my god! Text him, ask to meet again,” Cady says. “He’ll say yes, he was a total mess when he came home the other day.”

“Okay,” Aaron says as he pulls out his phone. He taps out a message quickly, and his face splits in a wide grin when he gets a notification in response a few minutes later. “We’re gonna go see a movie in Evanston when we’re both there next week.”

“Aww, yay! You guys will make such a good couple,” Cady squeals.

“Uh, thanks,” Aaron says sheepishly. His phone pings again. “Oh, shit, I gotta go. I’m sorry.”

“No, I should be going too. Don’t worry about it,” Cady replies as she picks up her bag and orders a to-go iced coffee for Janis. “This was nice.”

“It was. I guess if everything goes well with Dame we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other,” Aaron says. “Later, Cady.”

“Bye!”

“Janis!” Cady calls as she slams the door to the apartment open.

“Jesus!” Janis yelps from her spot on the couch. “Baby, don’t do that!”

“Sorry. I got you a coffee,” Cady says sheepishly. “And Aaron and Damian are together. Or almost, anyway. They went on a date last week and they’re gonna go see a movie together when we go home next week. I was excited to tell you. Oh, and Aaron is a drag queen!”

Janis chokes. “He what? Oh, Damian’s gonna love that. He’ll have a hell of a time trying to explain this to us later. Don’t tell him you know anything, this is hilarious.”

“It is kind of funny,” Cady giggles. “Is anyone we were friends with in high school straight?”

Janis thinks for a second. “Kevin?”

“No, he’s aroace,” Cady replies. “He just has a pet lizard.”

“Good for him,” Janis says. “I guess gays do kind of flock together. Must be pheromones or some shit.”

“Homomones,” Cady says absently, making Janis burst out laughing.

“Yeah,” She giggles, wiping tears from her eyes. “Anyway, did you have a good time?”

“I did. It was nice to see him again,” Cady says. “But I missed you.”

“Aww,” Janis coos. “I missed you too. I was supposed to be working on a new commission I got but I kept getting distracted and sketching you instead. Thanks for the coffee, Butterfly.”

“Ooh, can I see?” Cady asks. She loves Janis’ art, no matter how simple a sketch it may be. “And you’re welcome, my love.”

Janis hands over her sketchbook, open to a page covered in little doodles of Cady’s face.

“These are good, lovey!” Cady says as she flicks through a few pages. “There’s a lot of them, though.”

“Yeah, I get distracted a lot,” Janis mumbles. “But thanks. Glad you don’t think it’s creepy.”

“Of course not,” Cady chides. “It’s cute.”

“You’re cuter,” Janis challenges.

Cady kisses her to shut her up, not even slightly taking the bait. “Thank you. I’m gonna go change, I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.”

Cady comes back quickly as she promised, but somehow different. She kisses Janis again in greeting and plops down next to her, tapping away on her phone.

“Welcome back,” Janis says jokingly. Cady either doesn’t hear or doesn’t care, not even looking up. “Butterfly?”

“Hm?” Cady hums.

“Did something happen?” Janis asks concernedly. She can’t tell if the furrow in Cady’s brow is from concentration or concern.

“Huh? Oh, no, everything is fine. I just have something to... work on,” Cady says. “I’ll be done in a while.”

“Oh. Okay,” Janis says suspiciously. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Cady replies, but she still doesn’t look up. It doesn’t sound like there’s any meaning behind the words this time. That’s concerning.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Janis asks.

“Yes, Janis, everything’s fine,” Cady huffs, sounding a bit irritated.

“Sorry. Just wanted to make sure,” Janis mumbles.

“Thank you, love, but I’m okay. I’ll tell you if something happens,” Cady says as she finally looks up.

“Okay,” Janis replies. Cady goes back to her phone then, continuing... whatever she’s up to.

Janis pulls out her own phone, playing a game Damian had gotten her hooked on.

“Lovey, would you please go get my charger?” Cady asks after about an hour and a half.

“Sure, baby,” Janis replies as she stands up to stretch. She heads to the bedroom to grab both chargers, coming back and plugging them into the wall. Hers doesn’t reach back to her spot, so she lies her head on Cady’s lap and resumes her scrolling.

“Thank you, Jellybean,” Cady replies, plugging her own phone in and continuing her activities as she strokes her other hand through Janis’ hair.

After another hour or so, Janis gets bored. She clicks her phone off and sits up, but crawls back to Cady for cuddles.

“Janis,” Cady huffs. “What are you doing?”

“I’m bored,” Janis whines. “Snuggle me.”

“Fine, come here,” Cady pulls her closer and lets Janis cuddle into her shoulder. Janis gets comfortable and closes her eyes, falling asleep almost immediately.

She wakes a couple hours later, checking hastily to make sure she hasn’t been drooling all over Cady’s shoulder. She hasn’t, luckily, but she seems to have stirred a few times before, because Cady tries to shush her back to sleep.

“I’m awake, Cads,” Janis replies. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, love. Did you have a nice nap?” Cady asks. She’s still working on her phone.

“Yeah,” Janis mumbles and cuddles back into her shoulder. “Still working?”

“I’m almost done,” Cady replies distractedly.

“Mmkay. What do you want for dinner?” Janis asks from her perch on her lap.

“Huh? Oh, can we have tacos? I bought the stuff the other day,” Cady says.

Janis nods, but makes no effort to move. “Sure, that sounds good.”

She sits for a few more minutes before she sits up, deciding to try to squeeze in a make out session before she goes to cook.

But Cady turns away. She tilts her head so Janis’ lips end up on her cheek. Janis whines in frustration.

“Caddy!”

“What, Janis?” Cady asks in exasperation.

Janis does her best puppy eyes. They aren’t quite as good as Cady’s, but they do the job well enough. “Pay attention to meeeeee.”

“Janis! This is important,” Cady says as she looks over Janis’ shoulder to continue working.

Janis’ face falls. More important than me? “Fine. I’m gonna go cook.”

“Janis, wait, I’m sorry,” Cady says, reaching for her again.

“It’s fine. You keep working,” Janis mumbles, leaving her alone as she heads into the kitchen.

Cady comes in sheepishly when she calls her to eat. “Love, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I just- I have a lot going on, I took it out on you, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, baby. Don’t worry about it, I understand. Just tell me next time so I don’t push you like that,” Janis replies. “Now come eat.”

“I will. I love you,” Cady says, kissing Janis sweetly before taking her plate.

“I love you too,” Janis hums, kissing her back.

————-

Cady seems almost embarrassed for the next week or so, still upset with herself for making Janis sad. Janis tries to cheer her up, making it very clear she understands that Cady didn’t mean it, but Cady still seems nervous around her.

Cady feels like she should do something to make up for it. She hadn’t meant to ignore Janis like that, but Regina was trying to check that everything was ordered for the proposal. Cady wanted to step things up even further and had to tell her to order extra things. Then, an issue had come up with Cady’s card, so she’d had to fix that over text all with Janis asleep on her lap.

Janis had woken up at the worst possible moment. Cady was very much not in the mood for kissing by that point, but she knows she should have told Janis she was stressed rather than just turning away and continuing her work. Of course that had upset her.

So, Cady decides to make sushi for dinner. It’s Janis’ favorite food, and Cady thinks it had helped them start dating back in high school. She picks up the ingredients on her way home from classes and starts preparing everything while she waits for Janis to come home from work.

Cady doesn’t like sushi herself, so she makes her own ‘sashimi’ with plain rice and cooked chicken instead of the raw fish she uses for Janis’. Damian had a callback to go to and wouldn’t be home until late at night. She makes him some anyway and leaves it in the fridge with a sweet note.

“What’s up, fuckers?!” Janis calls as she slams the apartment door open. Cady jumps, nearly losing a finger to the sushi knife she was holding. She hopes that one day Janis will stop doing that every time she comes home. But, for now, it’s strangely endearing.

“I’m in the kitchen, Damian’s not home,” she replies once she’s recovered from the brief shock. “I have something for you.”

“Uh oh,” Janis replies as she takes off her boots and coat and heads into the kitchen. “Aww! You made sushi again?”

“Yeah. To make up for the other day. And because I love you,” Cady answers, showing off the maki rolls she had plated into a smiley face. “Tah-dah.”

Janis squeals, coming to hug her girlfriend. She had been a little concerned that Cady might’ve beaten her to a proposal.

“Thank you, Peanut,” Janis says. “I love you.”

“You’re welcome, mpendwa. I love you too. How was work?” Cady asks as she sits across from her at their tiny dining table.

“Good, actually,” Janis replies. “One of my kids actually brought me an apple after lunch.”

“Aww, how sweet,” Cady says. “Was it the gay one?”

“Yeah,” Janis chuckles in reply. She was one of the only openly gay teachers in her district, so she provided a safe space for a lot of her students. It was healing for her, in a way, to be what she needed at that age. “He told me to say hi to you, by the way.”

“They know about me?” Cady asks as she eats a bite of her special sashimi.

“They know I have a girlfriend, for sure,” Janis hums in reply. “If I had a dollar for every time they tell me to ‘shut up about your girlfriend, Ms. S,’ I could buy this whole complex. And I have pictures of you guys around, so I think they’ve pieced together who you are.”

“Aww. That’s so cute,” Cady coos, leaning over for a kiss.

“I’m glad you think so,” Janis chuckles as she kisses her back sweetly. “What about you, how was school? Did you finish that assignment you were working on?”

“Assign- oh. Yeah, I did,” Cady says, briefly confused until she remembers Janis thought she was working on schoolwork instead of her proposal plan that day. “But it’s for that one professor, so I probably won’t find out my grade until sometime during break.”

“That’s shit,” Janis says through a mouthful of sushi. “But good job, I bet you did great.”

“Thanks,” Cady chuckles. She uses her own chopsticks to feed Janis a piece of her sushi, and Janis does the same. Before they know it the food is gone, so Janis takes their dishes to the sink before coming to pick Cady up, carrying her to the bedroom for cuddles.

Christmas Eve finally rolls around a few weeks later. Cady and Janis are staying with their own families for the week, and they would fly home with Damian on Boxing Day.

Janis had told Cady she wanted to take her out for Christmas Dinner, so she borrows her mom’s car and heads to pick Cady up. It’s only been about three days since she’s seen Cady, but they’ve both missed each other.

“Janis!” Cady squeals, opening the door before Janis could even knock. She’s in a tight green top and dark dress pants, unknowingly matching Janis, who is in a red top and also in dark dress pants. Cady has on heels, though, to make it easier to kiss Janis.

“Hi, baby,” Janis chuckles, picking her up for a second and spinning them around. “Your carriage awaits.”

“Why thank you, my lady, shall we be off?” Cady replies in character with a giggle.

“Indeed,” Janis says.

They have a lovely meal at their favorite restaurant from high school, the same place they had eaten before their senior prom.

Cady holds Janis’ arm as they exit, the ring box burning a hole in her coat pocket. “Lovey? Do you want to walk a little? We’re not too far from that clearing you took me to on our first date, we could go there.”

“I was just going to say that,” Janis replies. “Let’s drive a little closer, it’s cold, but then we can walk.”

“Okay, you’re right,” Cady giggles. “Let’s go, it’s getting dark.”

Janis runs after her, as Cady hauls her across the parking lot.

They chat and reminisce about how far they’ve come as they walk through the woods, neither of them quite noticing that the snow has been cleared from the path they’re walking on.

Both of them grin when the clearing comes into view, each of them thinking they’re about to propose and the other has no idea.

Cady pauses in the middle, turning quickly to look around at the gorgeous set up she thinks Regina, Gretchen, and Karen have done, not knowing that Damian and Aaron also had a hand.

Lights are strung up through all the trees and bushes nearby, and candles light their way to a little altar, with a picture of the two of them together that says “Marry Me?” in what looks suspiciously like Gretchen’s best calligraphy. Snow is fluttering down around them, leaving cold little kisses on her face.

Cady is stunned when she turns back to find Janis on one knee behind her. She had known that they were probably going to be engaged by the time they left, but not that Janis would propose first.

She gasps in shock, covering her mouth with her hands as tears start pouring from her eyes.

“Caddy,” Janis begins, reaching for one of her hands. “Cady. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I love you, how much you mean to me. You’ve changed me, changed my life, and it’s so, so much better with you in it. You make me want to stay. I don’t have the words to explain how thankful I am to have met you, and that I get to spend my life with you.”

Janis reaches into her pocket with her free hand and pulls out a ring box. Cady gasps again when she sees it. It’s a white gold band, made of two strands woven together. One strand is decorated with little diamonds, and there’s a larger one in the center of the ring. It’s absolutely beautiful.

“And I want to spend the rest of it with you, if you’ll have me. Cady Jane Heron, will you marry me?” Janis asks, holding up the ring.

Cady is almost crying too hard to speak at this point, but she manages to nod and barely choke out a “Yes, of course.”

She lets Janis slide the ring on her finger, choking back a sob, before she tackles Janis to the ground and weeps into her neck.

“Baby, please don’t cry so hard, why are you crying?” Janis asks in alarm, ignoring the fact that she’s lying in several inches of snow in favor of holding her fiancée closer.

“Because I love you,” Cady sobs. “I’m so happy.”

“I’m happy too, Peanut. Do you want to go look at what Damian did?” Janis asks.

Cady nods and rolls off of her but just holds Janis’ outstretched hand instead of using it to stand up herself.

“Baby, what are you- oh my god,” Janis says, confused until Cady also shifts to be on one knee. Cady uses her free hand to wipe the tears from under her eyes, sniffling and clearing her throat to try and get herself back under control.

“Janis, my love,” she begins after a moment. “I wish it hadn’t taken me so long to realize it, but I’ve loved you since I met you. I had no idea that the moment you saved me from that bathroom was the moment I met the love of my life. You are the most wonderful gift I’ve ever been given, and I treasure every moment I get to spend with you. I’m so excited for our forever; I love you so much. I know this is kind of a moot point now, but... Janis Olivia Sarkisian, will you marry me?”

Janis is absolutely full-on ugly crying by this point, mascara tracking down her face as she holds back sobs with her free hand. They’re technically already engaged, but she nods rapidly and sobs out a “Yes!”

Cady slides on Janis’ ring gently, a matching white-gold band, but more simple, with a single diamond in the center. Cady had also gotten the date they met, the date they started dating, and the date they got engaged engraved onto the inside of the band.

Janis hauls her up and crashes their lips together, kissing Cady so hard she thinks her lips might bruise as the cheers of their friends echo around them.

They both jump apart and scream as Regina leaps out from a bush, in a suit used by hunters and with her face even painted green. The rest of their friends also come out from behind various trees and shrubs, Damian climbing down from up above them and nearly falling to the ground until Aaron catches him.

Everyone comes to wrap them in a tight group hug, shouting their congratulations over one another. Regina stays out to take more photos before reluctantly coming and joining the cuddle.

“Reggie, what the fuck are you wearing?” Janis asks with a watery chuckle, still crying slightly.

“It’s called a ghillie suit. I didn’t want you to see me,” Regina answers as if it’s entirely normal for her to be covered in fake leaves and moss.

“We both knew you were coming, and it’s dark,” Cady replies, trying to hold back hysterical laughter. “You could have hidden behind a tree like everyone else.”

Regina apparently only realizes that now, scowling slightly. “Shit. Go big or go home, I guess.”

“Thanks, Reg,” Janis laughs. “Thank all of you.”

“Yeah, thank you guys! This really is beautiful,” Cady giggles. “God, Jay, did everyone know we were both going to do this except-“

“Us? Yeah, apparently,” Janis answers, hugging her again.

“Let us see the rings!” Karen calls, so they both extend their left hands for everyone to grab and coo over. Regina gets one more shot of Cady’s small hand resting in Janis’, showing off both of their engagement rings in a cute way.

“Okay, Damian and Aaron said they’d stay to clean this back up, Gina needs to go make herself... not green, and you two are probably going to go have wild sex somewhere, so I’m gonna take my girlfriends and go. Congratulations!” Gretchen cheers, hauling Regina and Karen away by the hand.

“Gretchen!” Regina scolds. “Congratulations, guys!”

“Yeah, congrats! Confetti emoji!” Karen calls over her shoulder.

Cady and Janis lock eyes once they’ve gone, both bursting into laughter. Gretchen was not wrong.

“Do you guys need us to stay for anything? I don’t want to leave you two here alone to clean up all of this,” Cady asks anxiously.

Damian and Aaron look at one another knowingly. “I think we’ll be fine, Cads.”

“Oh really? You’ll be fine here all alone? Have you two finally said it?” Janis teases.

Damian sticks his tongue out at her, but does reach for Aaron’s hand. “Yes. Are you satisfied now?”

Janis squeals and comes to hug him, Cady following quickly. “Good job, D, you finally got your hunk!”

“Yeah, yay!” Cady piggybacks. “But really, are you sure you don’t need help?”

“Cady, we’ll be fine. Go have your night with your fiancée,” Aaron says. Cady takes the poster from the altar, but is eventually persuaded to take Janis’ hand to lead them back to the car.

Cady had booked a fancy hotel room for the night, figuring she would either be having the night of her life with her fiancée or alone drowning her sorrows in ice cream and champagne.

Janis pins her to the bed instantly, tenderly removing her shirt and shoes as their lips meet again and again. Cady reaches to hold her head in place, before undoing the buttons on Janis’ shirt and flinging it across the room.

Janis pulls her close once they’re cleaned from their evening of passion, both of them wearing nothing but their rings (except Cady’s socks).

“We’re getting married, Janis,” Cady whispers excitedly. “You’re gonna be my wife.”

“Yeah, we are. And you’re gonna be my wife,” Janis replies, kissing her sweetly.

“I can’t believe this is what you were up to,” Cady huffs. “I knew you were being sneaky, I should’ve known.”

“You were the sneaky one! I thought you had some crazy homework assignment, I was wondering why you wouldn’t let me help you with anything,” Janis retaliates. Cady starts giggling then, seemingly at nothing. “What?”

“I just-I can’t believe we had the exact same idea,” Cady says between fits of laughter. “I was still surprised when you did yours because I thought everything was set up for mine.”

“Oh,” Janis says, laughing too. “I guess we’re just that in sync. We were meant to be.”

“Meant to be indeed,” Cady replies, pulling her down on top of her for another kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Butterfly. When should we get married?” Janis asks.

“I’ve always wanted a spring wedding,” Cady hums. “Like, April or early in May, maybe. What about you?”

“I dunno, I never really... thought this would happen to me,” Janis hums. “I never had a dream wedding. A spring one sounds nice, we could do it outside. But do you really think we can plan a whole wedding that fast?”

“Aww, my love. I’m so glad I get to marry you,” Cady says sadly. “I think we could, if we really work on it. I don’t want anything crazy, and I don’t think you do either?” Janis shakes her head. “Yeah, so if we do something small, I think we can do it that fast. And if not, we’ll do it the next year.”

“God, no, I don’t want to wait anymore,” Janis breathes. “Even April sounds too far away.”

Cady smiles widely. “You’re too cute. I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” Janis teases. “We can plan more later. Come cuddle me.”

“I love you most. Fiancée,” Cady says in retaliation as she snuggles into Janis to go to sleep.

“Fiancée.” Janis replies, pecking her lips.

“Lovey.” Cady says, pecking her back.

“Baby.”

“Jellybean.”

“Butterfly.”

“Sweetheart.”

“Peanut.”

“Darling.”

“Kitkat.”

“Mpendwa.”

“Wait, I’ve always wondered what that means,” Janis replies. “And the other one, um-“

“Mpenzi? That means, like, love or partner, or favorite. Mpendwa means dear or dearest.”

“Oh. That’s cute,” Janis squeaks. “Mon coeur.”

“Aww, I’m your heart?” Cady coos. “How sweet, Bluejay.”

“You might as well be, I can’t live without you,” Janis says. “I love you.”

Cady cuddles impossibly closer, tipping her face up to kiss her again. “I love you so much. So, so much.”

“Goodnight, fiancée,” Janis says as she kisses her goodnight.

“Goodnight, fiancée,” Cady yawns back, nuzzling into her chest and falling into a blissful sleep, Janis following quickly.

I can’t wait to marry you.

hope you enjoyed!

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kittybellestark · 4 years ago

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Hi ! I don't know if this is where you send requests, but maybe a fic where peter gets all jealous of Morgan and Harley, and its fathers day, but he feels like he shouldn't be there and stays in the room the Stark's have for him- (Tony lives) OH! and maybe Mays dead idk whatever ya want thank you ! <3 Oh! and can I be on the taglist?

hi milove sorry for taking literal months to do your request i recognize you requesting this on nov 18th and it is now February so i hope this is smth that was worth the wait !!

So I played with the timelines a lil bit bc i suck and i also just kinda took this to a place i don’t think you were asking me to do whoops, it’s not just some cute sibling jealously

also not very irondad based, like sprinkle amounts. also no comfort. my bad

Post-endgame, Tony lives, Harley & Peter are the same age, Peter got snapped Harley didn’t

TW: Grief, implication of suicide(minor character), suicidal thoughts,

There wasn’t many things Peter liked. He remembers liking a lot of things, life, school, home, himself. But that was years ago, and yet it was only a few months for Peter. The world was different now, older.

Those who survived held grief in their eyes, they moved slow and while they have grown since the loss of their world, they also had survived the return. They mourned and grew older, making new family and friends. But some who survived couldn’t hold the weight of their loss, and in the 5 years their family was gone, they went to be with them.

The returned came back, and lived in denial. Their eyes were empty, and every movement was carefully thought through. They were left behind, monuments in their place. Those who returned saw how the survived struggled to cope, and in turn they struggled as well. There was no place for them anymore. Especially when they didn’t have a family to go to.

Like Peter.

Peter returned to the world five years later to find May was gone. She was one of those who survived the initial snap, only to not be able to carry the grief. He hated that he came back to life and had no home, no family. Peter was alone.

Tony was nice enough to offer Peter a place to live with his own family. But they couldn’t relate to him, they didn’t know what it felt like to be left behind like this, to be dropped in the future and expected to be okay. Tony had a family now. A child born in an empty world, and another kid, Harley. He was barely a teenager before the snap and now he was 17, just as old as Peter.

He couldn’t help but hate living with them. Harley’s family had returned, but he wasn’t going home. Morgan was a child who was scared by Peter. Tony and Pepper sometimes forgot Peter was there, after spending so long without him they would act as if they’ve seen a ghost when Peter rounds the corner and into whatever room they’re occupying.

Peter missed May. He wished that he could still be in Queens, living in their apartment. Peter missed Ben and he missed the idea of his parents. He should have never returned. There’s no room for him in this world.

He hated how Harley took advantage of their situation. He hated that Harley had a family, a mother and a sister who returned and are alone and he didn’t go back to them. His family returned to him and yet he’s here with Tony. And he hated how Morgan took her family- her full, completed family for granted.

If Peter’s family came back to life there wouldn’t be anything stopping him from being with them. He would cherish every single nano-second if they were alive again.

And yet they all expected Peter to be okay. Adapted. Used to the future like he didn’t just blink and find himself lost and alone. He brings up that he misses May and someone frowns and tells him how long ago she died. How was that supposed to help him? No one even brought him to the cemetery. How is Peter meant to move on from a life that was stolen from him?

It’s not like any of them were okay. Tony and Pepper and Harley all crumbled as whenever there was a reminder of everything that they lost. Peter, unfortunately happened to be one of those reminders.

Tony and Pepper tried their best. They involved Peter in family bonding time and they tried their best not to flinch when Peter is unexpectedly there. Because they survived, they didn’t understand and talking to them led to dead ends.

He tried communicating with them. Cried over May’s death, had been confused about these new things that are actually years old. For them it was so long ago, a literal lifetime ago, so they never really saw the point in talking about these things. It wasn’t that they thought Peter would figure this out, they just assumed he already knew.

Talking to Harley didn’t really work that well either. He didn’t want to talk about the things Peter missed out on and when asked about his family he would shrug and say that he’s moved on.

And, well, Morgan was a kid. She was born in an empty world, told stories of people that she never should have met and now faced with the world doubling and not understanding any of it. Peter Parker was just a character is bedtime stories and now he’s a ghost who wants her home. She used to cry whenever Peter is around and still tries to hide behind people’s legs.

God, he hated being this kid. Never wanted to be the one who envied others. Before- when it was still just May and Peter, he didn’t feel this gnawing inside him, while they didn’t have much Peter still had someone who fit all the rolls he needed. He hated being jealous, he didn’t feel this when he used to look at anyone who had two living parents.

He shouldn’t be here. Not in this room, which came decorated with everything Peter had loved before he died- and not alive. He didn’t fit. Not into this family who struggles with the idea he’s alive and not on this planet where the world is still mourning the people who came back.

“Are you coming downstairs?” Harley asked.

Peter can’t be here. He had no right.

“I have a taxi coming to get me.”

That wasn’t a lie. Something he scheduled last night at some point, between the tears and holding his breath. Peter didn’t think anyone would be awake at this time, Sunday’s were always the day that everyone slept in and Peter could just be alone outside of his room. Sometimes he would just sit in the living room and other times he’d wander around the property, often ending up by the lake. By the time everyone would start waking up Peter would be back in his room with some breakfast and try not to bother anyone.

“Okay, well it’s fathers day, so I think they might be expecting your presence in some form. We have plans and all that.”

Of course they do. They always make plans where Peter only finds out the day before or day of. Maybe Peter has plans. They could consider that. Okay, maybe Peter never really has any plans, nothing more than trying to understand this new world. And maybe he didn’t make the active effort to find where he fit in this home, but he is the child and it shouldn’t really be up to him. Harley probably didn’t have to engage with the adults first. Tony and Pepper more than likely got input from Harley on their plans.

With a sigh Peter nodded. “I’ll cancel the taxi.”

“Cool! I’ll tell everyone you’ll be down soon.”

Harley made sure to give a big smile, before heading downstairs, a bounce in each step he took. Peter really hated Harley for his happiness.

Taking a moment after canceling the taxi, Peter tried to pull himself together. He forced a smile and pulled his shoulders back. All that needs to be done is sit and nod, occasionally laugh. Pay no mind to the way Morgan looks at him in fear, and don’t see the look of mourning on Tony and Pepper’s face. He needs to not remember Harley’s family alone in Tennessee.

He went down the stairs and followed the noise to the kitchen. There was laughter and the sounds of dishes clinking against one another. It smelt of pancakes and cinnamon and hash browns and coffee. Standing here Peter could close his eyes and pretend this was seven years in the past, with him and May and Ben. He could imagine Ben making the food and singing along to the radio with May dancing along as she sets the table. But this wasn’t 2016, this was 2023. Instead it was a finished family forced to bring him in, a harsh reminder that he doesn’t belong.

Peter stepped into the kitchen, Pepper was just finishing up breakfast and Harley was setting the table. Morgan was sitting on Tony’s lap whispering into her fathers ear. Food was laid out ready to be served, with orange juice, iced tea and coffee all in their own pitchers waiting to be poured. He moved through the room, trying to not to intrude before sitting down at the table. It didn’t take much longer for Pepper and Harley to sit down as well, Tony moving Morgan into her proper chair.

Everyone around Peter fell into easy conversation while he stayed silent, trying to focus on his food instead of the way Morgan was starring daggers at him. They talked about their favourite family vacations and laughed at their own jokes. Peter couldn’t help but feel like he was actually sitting out on the porch. This family had five years together, five years of memories and laughter, of love and pain, and Peter wasn’t apart of any of it. He wasn’t a part of any family, his own buried and far too dead.

“Peter, what about you? Did you have any Father’s Day traditions?”

Hearing Harley address Peter pulled him back to this world, and welcomed in his deep rooted desire to have his family back. Harley had two families now and he left one completely. Abandoned them when they came back to life. And Morgan was sitting here glaring at Peter completely oblivious to the fact that she has her entire family and how privileged she was for it.

“Well I don’t have any memories of my parents, so I don’t think there were any traditions with them. The only people I could ask about that are now dead. Unless you consider going to the cemetery to go visit your dead father you can’t remember a father’s day tradition, then no.”

The entire table stopped eating, all sounds coming to a complete end. Everyone stayed still as if Peter was some volatile bomb that would explode if anyone nearby breathed too hard. He could feel his jaw clench, as he tried to breathe in and out. It wasn’t working.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Should I not bring up my very dead family? Was that inappropriate to say that my father is dead I have no memories? My absolute bad! Next time I’ll consider how uncomfortable it makes everyone here. I mean jeez, Harley has a whole family in Tennessee he hasn’t seen since they reappeared. You’ve got two whole families to choose from, Harls! What an accomplishment. And Morgan, well she’s older than I was when my parents died, so she’s definitely on the right track. And wow, I got a whole second set of parents out of May and Ben. Which was great until I watched Ben die. Until I die and find out while my death was temporary, May’s wasn’t. Whenever I want to be with my family I have to go all the way back to Queens and visit the cemetery. But you all just live in the same house. So genuinely, I’m sorry for not considering your emotions about my dead family.”

“Peter...” Tony whispered, reaching his one hand out to Peter.

Peter shook his head, pulling away, he didn’t want to see the empty eyes starring back at him. He didn’t want to acknowledge the way Tony looks at him with regret and how Pepper looks at him like he’s lost. He didn’t want to see how the three that lived through both snaps always held pain in their eyes. And Peter most certainly didn’t want to see Morgan, who had no idea how lucky she is, that she was born never knowing loss.

Peter didn’t want to see a family who was pulled together in a time of pain. He wanted to see his family. Peter wanted to look across the table and see Ben and May throwing little balls of napkins at each other. He wanted to be Harley and be able to go home and see his family whenever he wants. He wanted to be Morgan and do science experiments with his parents. Peter wanted the one thing he didn’t have, something that Harley and Morgan had an abundance of.

“I don’t have a family anymore. I never got to say goodbye to May. I would give up the rest of my life to see them again. And you guys just can’t understand that. You have you family. You get to see them whenever you want. I can’t ever see mine again. I can never go home. They’re gone.”

After all, Peter was just a ghost, another person who returned, who had been dead for too long. He didn’t belong in a world of survivors. Peter was just another person long gone who no longer fits into the world around him.

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obaby-me · 4 years ago

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Your writing's really good! (~^-^)~* Can I get strong MC carrying their demon around bridal style?? (just an idea but imagine Levi being carried by MC in his favorite male character/ruri's cosplay :o, and for Belphie, maybe, him falling asleep during movie night or smth and MC just casually scooping him up to get him to his room?? For Mammon maybe rescuing him and running away from witches?) but u can think of smth by yourself ^^ can't wait :D

Thank you for the compliment anon. ♡

Manhandle the boys? I got ya covered. You had some great ideas, by the way. These turned into basically mini-stories.

Lucifer

“Chicken fight?” Diavolo asked you with a glint in his eye, always eager to learn more of the human world.

“It’s a pool game, where two people carry two other people and try to push the carried person off their person.” You explained, or rather tried to. Even for a mostly sober Lucifer, the explanation was a mess. A tipsy Diavolo found it impossible.

“Show me,” Diavolo asked. “Just show me.”

“It takes a minimum of 4 to play. And it’s done in a pool.” You laughed.

“You can’t do it outside of a pool?” Diavolo whined with a frown.

Never wanting to disappoint, you quietly considered it. “I mean…” Your eyes travelled to Lucifer, lighting up in a way the Avatar of Pride knew meant trouble. But with a shake of his head, knowing what was to come, he stood from his seat, and rotated his shoulders. Carrying you would be a simple task for him.

“If you can lift Barbatos, and I lift Lucifer, we could do a little demonstration. But we can’t actually play. Without the water it’s like, dangerous.” You suggest.

“Lift me?” Scoffed Lucifer, looking a little incredulous, while a delighted Diavolo barked out a laugh.

“Okay!” The prince agreed enthusiastically. His gold eyes flitting to the avatar of pride giving a silent, mortifying, order that sealed Lucifer’s fate.

Groaning into his drink, Lucifer quickly chugged down the last of his drink. You kneeled down to the floor, and Diavolo followed suit, as you instructed Barbatos how to climb on to Diavolo’s back.

“Like this?”

“Yes!” You nodded happily. “Lucifer, your turn! Hop on.”

The word no sat on his tongue but Diavolo’s expecting gaze wouldn’t allow for the word to pass his lips. “Perhaps I ought to be the one to—”

Suddenly one of his legs was yanked out from under him as you swung it over one side of you. You made no move to grab the other. “Stop worrying. I can lift you easy!” You assured him with a cocky grin.

“I don’t know—”

When you ignored his protests and attempted shift yourself between his legs to grip the remaining foot tethering him to the ground, in fear of losing his balance, Lucifer finally complied. He threw his leg over your shoulder, gripping on to your head and wrapping his thighs about your neck. He shot a glare at his liege. If you broke your neck, he refused to be held responsible.

To his surprise however, you stood straight up with ease, balancing him on your shoulders. He was rather impressed. Though that was sort of overridden by his unease at the sudden lack of control he had by being on your shoulders.

“Okay, now in a pool, Barbatos and Lucifer would have to shove each other off.”

A look of determination flashed across Diavolo’s face, and it took all three, Lucifer, Barbatos, and you to reiterate that this was not a game that could be played outside of the water.

Mammon

The witches call at the most inconvenient times. But Mammon knows he must answer.

“I’m sorry,” he grumbled in apology to you as he dropped the shopping bags he’d been carrying into your arms. “I’ll be right back,” he promised.

“Should we call someone first before you go?” You asked, waving a hand at the plaza that surrounded you filled with demons. Eyes flickered towards you occasionally, however they quickly averting upon recognizing the Lord of Greed.

He didn’t have time, but he also knew you were right. Groaning and grumbling he texted a request to his brother’s chat for someone to come and get you.

But there was no immediate response. Calls to several of the brothers also went unanswered—even when you made the calls. Mammon grew impatient—because he knew the witches were too.

“Looks like I’ll just have to take ya with me,” he sighed. “Ground rules, first.” Looking serious and he holds his fingers up, “Don’t say anything,” he begins, dropping one finger. “Don’t touch anything. Anything I say, ya agree with. Anything I tell you to do, you do—no questions. If I say run, run.”

You looked nervous—as you should be, so was he. It was a bad idea to take you. But it’s a worse idea to leave you alone.

Seeing the witches generally made Mammon a little queasy—but he can handle anything they throw at him. It’s you he worries about.

“Got it.”

“Don’t you worry, human. The GREAT Mammon won’t let anything happen you,” he said with a grin, trying to rid you of your worries. You give him a small smile in return and he throws an arm around your shoulder as he begins to lead you away.

Meeting with witches didn’t seem to terrify you as they invited the two of you in for tea and treats. Mammon however, declined for the two of you, getting right to the point of their requests. They made their demands rather politely, but the undertones of a threat obviously present.

The nature of their demands however, no matter how honeyed the language, were insane. Limos, and dresses, and jewelry, and tools used by witches, made of luxury woods and metals.

“There’s no way I can get all this!” Mammon shouted as he estimated the total.

“You can, and you will. We trust you’ll find a way,” one of them said sternly.

Another slid herself to your side, an arm drifting to wrap about your waist. “And while you do so, we’ll just enjoy some tea with—”

“Don’t you touch my human,” hissed Mammon. His eye flit to you, a dangerous glint in them, and he nods his head to the door in a silent order.

“Don’t you talk that way to us,” another witch hissed in return.

“Your pact is with me, not—” Mammon started to argue in return.

“Yes, it is.” One witch calmly stated, “and by our pact, I order you to—”

Before her order could be completed, she was thrown back, the literal rug ripped out from under her. Mammon’s eyes widened and turned to see the edge of the floormat sitting in your hands.

“Time to go,” you told him.

Suddenly laid out over your shoulder, hefted about like a sack of potatoes as you ran the two of you of the building.

Mammon wasn’t sure how to feel. He was surprised, that was for sure. Thankful to some degree, but humiliated as well—for being the one in need of saving, for the way he was being carried (ass up). And though he dared not admit, turned on. He could only hope you were too busy running the two of you out of trouble to notice him at half-mast.

Leviathan

A convention has come to the Devildom and ecstatic was a massive understatement. When the convention was announced months back, Levi was already including it in every conversation somehow. As the weeks grew closer, his fanaticism was getting so out of control Lucifer banned him from bringing it up in the group chat, the dining table, and specifically, in Lucifer’s presence.

“Today’s the day!” Shouted Levi, as was his morning ritual of the countdown. While he was not technically in the dining room, everyone could hear him from his room. Annoyed but relieved that finally the day had come that perhaps he’d finally shut up about it, the brothers gave a sigh of relief.

“Come on, come on, Normie!” He pounded at your door. “We have a very strict schedule to keep!”

“Levi, you sound like Lucifer. Give me some time to get dressed! Honestly, if you’re this excited you might accidentally transform.” You scolded him with laughter dancing behind your door—still refusing him entry to drag you out. “It’ll ruin your cosplay if you do you know. Have you even gotten changed yet?”

“I will once we eat breakfast. I don’t want anything to get stained. And you shouldn’t either! Come on out!”

“Levi, I’m already half into the costume. You want me to come out there half naked?”

Levi blushed at the thought. “N-no! Just take it off, normie. Get changed after! We need a perfect picture together as Henry and the Lord of Shadows! And we can’t have one if you’ve got food all over it.”

He heard you sigh and grumble, but he knew he was getting his way. You had been supportive of all his enthusiasm, despite the numerous reprimanding your received from his brothers for “encouraging” and “enabling” his behavior. You always had his back, just like Henry.

Why, you even agreed to cosplay as his Henry to his Lord of Shadows! He thought he was having the most blissful heart attack when you suggested it. You suggested to be his Henry.

He could hardly wait to see you dressed, but the reveal was something he would savor, dressed in his own costume. And it would be worth it. Additionally, once he got his picture of the two of you in your perfectly pristine cosplays, he would be posting it and using it everywhere. As his profile pictures, in his icons, framed in his room. He had it all planned out.

He rushed you through breakfast, through packing, and through the door. But you took it all with a smile. He knew you weren’t as excited about the convention as he was, but the fact that you had the patience to put up with him on this day meant the world to him. He’d already put some Grimm aside to buy you whatever you wanted at the convention as a gift of thanks.

The line was agonizingly long, even with his pre-purchased pass, and changing into your cosplays in your shared hotel room took a while more than expected. He missed an early morning panel and went hysterical.

“Levi, you’ll ruin your cosplay if you transform,” you warn him again from the bathroom as you adjusted make up on your face to get some details just perfect for your Henry imitation.

“We should have gotten here sooner!” He complained. “We should have-“

“Levi, I’m ready.” You called out, interrupting him before he could rant any further.

He swallowed hard, eager to see the result.

You looked perfect.

“Well?” You asked as you gave a small twirl for him to let him see it in whole.

“Every detail i-is, is—” His heart raced, his face reddened. It was not that your outfit was revealing, but you were cute. You were really cute. You were cute and in cosplay with him, for him. It was just an outfit, but the implications hit him like a ton of bricks. He was overwhelmed, practically in tears. Too overwhelmed, really.

He passed right out.

When he finally woke up, he realized he was slung over your back, carried through the convention halls. “W-what is happening?” He screeched in embarrassment into your ear.

You faltered and nearly dropped him. Quickly you adjusted him, bouncing him with your grip on thighs to get him balanced properly against you again. “Don’t shout,” you hissed your ear ringing painfully.

“The next panel was about to start and I couldn’t let you to miss it.” You explained as you trudged along to your next destination. “You’ve been looking forward to this one most of all.”

Touched by the sentiment, Levi tucked his burning face into your shoulder mumbling ‘thank you’s and praises that you were a perfect Henry.

Satan

The Devildom archive is massive, and yet given its size it is still overfilled with books and shelves that line the walls up to his high ceilings. Tall ladders that slide across the rooms on tracks in front of the shelves, to allow easy maneuvering are available, but not many.

“I can see it just there,” frowned Satan as he stared up at the dusty covered volume, embossed letters with faded and chipped gold foil labelling its spine.

On his tiptoes, reaching upwards, his fingers just barely above the shelf and his fingers graze the binding, only to push it further back on to the shelf and out of his reach. He cursed.

“I’ll have to fetch a ladder,” he spat, turning his from side to side to spot on. On the farthest ends of either side of him he could see a few unoccupied steps. The trek just to fetch the damned things was an exercise in itself. Why the hell was the archive this size with so few ladders between them? Or rather, why wouldn’t they restrict ladders to certain sections? Why did they have to make the process so difficult?

“Seems hardly worth the effort,” you commented, as you slipped your arms around his waist.

The action was sudden, but welcomed. Having you wrapped about him was instantly soothing, and his temper dropped immediately. He sighed, letting out the tension, and his hand came to rest on yours. “To get as perfect score on this essay, all efforts are worthwhile. This time I will be top Lucifer’s standing for sure.” He said with a nod.

With a light blush, he pushed his fingers between your digits in an attempt to hold your hand, but your hands instead tightened and gripped tight together, as if rejecting him.

Actually, your entire hold on him tightened. His eyebrows furrowed curiously.

Next thing he knew, his feet were no longer on the ground. His first instinct was to struggle as he was suddenly lifted into the air. “What do you think you’re doing?” He whisper-shouted, wide eyes trying to peer at your face behind him, rage rising with his embarrassment.

“I’m just helping!” You laughed, rubbing your cheek into his back in a reassuring gesture. “Can you reach your book now?”

“Ah, right,” he muttered, his face heating to a deeper red as he hastily tore the book from the shelf and patted at your arm to let him down. “A little warning next time,” he chastised with a small smile, his anger clearly evident in the way he punctuated his request.

You gave a quick “sorry” but your smile showed no real apology. Well, he’ll have to wretch a real one out of you in a bout of punishment later. He hoped you’ll be looking forward to it as much he was thinking of it.

Asmodeus

Your ball ensemble for Diavolo’s ball was magnificent, and Asmo, as your date wore its perfect match. He could not be prouder of his efforts to make you both look stunning for your evening out. He designed the outfits himself, weeks before, and today he’d spent all day preparing the two of you—hair, make up, nails, last minute tailoring. It had been exhausting, but it was well worth it.

All eyes were on the two of you the moment you’d entered the room, and he couldn’t have been more pleased. Not that it was unusual for people to stare at him—but tonight, you were on his arm, and he felt a sense of pride that was new to him.

Because I have you. And they can only dream to.

It took a few drinks to loosen you up to the idea of dancing.

“Just one song,” he begged throughout the evening.

You smiled and promised him just the one, and at three drinks, he had finally could lead you to the dance floor for at least a slow one. Having you in his arms was a delight, though you seemed so focused on your dancing that you were forgetting to have a good time yourself.

To lighten the mood, he made it a point to spin you, and then himself, rocking together with you before repeating the process. A spin for you, a spin for him. The two of you looked childish, almost ridiculous. The type of dancing a 5-year-old’s interpretation of a fairytale dance. Asmo, a man of allure and the pinnacle of sexy, was happy to play goofy if it meant making you smile.

It took another drink to get you on the floor again, but this time it was song that was much more upbeat. There was less concern in you now for your steps, a little sloppy, but full of joy, which is all Asmo wants. He gave you a cocky grin before lifting you slightly into the air and spun you.

Your laughter was the best song all night.

Much to his surprise, you locked your hands on to his waist and lifted him in return, mimicking his spin. Giggling in the thrill. Almost like a child, he asked for another spin and another, posing each time he was held up high for all to see until the song ended.

“Let’s see what else we can do with that strength of yours,” he panted, catching what breath he’d been losing in all his laughter.

“This one’s a bit of a slower one,” you commented. “Spinning might be—”

“Oh, no, honey. We’re done with dancing.”

Beelzebub

Beel’s a quiet guy but that didn’t mean he wasn’t affectionate. He was a hugger and he different types of hugs for different occasions.

He gave short but firm for hellos. He held a little longer for good byes. Thank you’s were half hugs and pats on the back. And I’m sorry’s were engulfing but gentle, never imposing. For comfort, he was

But this hug was a new one. It wasn’t one he’d ever given you before. And it wasn’t one his brothers had ever seen him do since he’d been down in the Devildom—not since Lilith.

He’d been gone for about five days—given some business direct from Diavolo to handle an incident on the other side of the Devildom with Lucifer in tow. Lucifer returned early, but Beel remained for two days more.

When Beel finally lumbered through the door relieved to be home. He was chilled from the rain pouring outside, hungrier than he’d ever felt in the past two decades, and in desperate need of some time to relax.

The first thing he heard was the patter of footsteps, running to meet his arrival.

“Beel, welcome home!” You shouted from the top of the stairs, laughing heartily as you came down to meet him quick as you could. Trailing behind you came Belphie, eager to meet him, but slowed down by his sin to reach him as fast as you did.

It was as if his exhaustion disappeared at seeing your smile, and your rush to meet him was so endearing, it warmed him—at least his face—instantly.

“Glad to be back,” he said with nod, opening his arms.

To his surprise you launched yourself into him, the momentum knocking into him. To keep balance, he gave you a spin, chuckling at your excitement.

“I missed you!” You shouted as he spun you about.

“I missed you too.”

He held you tight against him, and in response to his grip, you gripped him tightly back.

It’s an affectionate game of mimicry you two play often. If you tap a beat on his hand, he’ll tap it back with an addition. If you give him a kiss, he’ll give you two. Back and forth until one of you gives. It was a game generally played behind closed doors, but this was a special occasion—he missed you too much. Now it was game of who can give a tighter hug.

And he was determined to win.

He adjusted his arms around you to hold you just a little lower—and then lifted you off the ground. You giggled, pleased. It was only for a moment before he set you down. He grinned at you.

But his smile soon turned to shock when you in turn put your arms about his waist, lifting him and spinning.

Too stunned to respond, Beel lost the round.

“Never expected that out of you,” whistled an impressed Belphie, having finally descended down the stairs.

Beel could only nod, wide eyed in agreement.

You gave him a cocky grin, planting your hands on your hips and puffing your chest with pride. Beel too beamed with pride at his partner’s strength. He begins to invite you to workouts together, curious to see just how much you could lift.

Belphegor

Movie nights followed a very specific pattern. It was a scramble to get the boys together, and just when you think you’ve settled in, someone remembers something they’ve forgotten: popcorn, blankets, phones, chips, drinks, coasters, pillows. And of course, the matter of seating arrangements was always a battle. You had your designated seat, but the demons around you didn’t—each fought to take the seats beside you in some way shape or form.

“You had your turn last week!” Fumed Levi, glaring daggers at his younger brother Belphie.

It did little to persuade the seventh born who seemed to instead nuzzled his face deeper into your lap, a hint of a teasing smirk his only answer.

Grumbles and protests eventually died down as Lucifer threatened each one into settling in. Finally, they could all relax as the movie began to roll.

Lucifer fell asleep midway through. Mammon and Levi shouted out quotes in bouts of laughter. Satan shushed his elder brothers, and Asmo sighed and provided commentary on outfits and hair styles. Beel ate most of the popcorn and chips, munching away happily. Belphegor managed to last to its ending, but the minute the lights were brought back up, he went right to sleep, skipping the inevitable post-movie debates and commentaries by his brothers.

As it grew later into the evening, the boys slowly trickled out to their rooms to bed. You however, remained a pillow to the cat-napping avatar.

“I’ll carry him up,” offered Beel, the last of the conscious.

“No, I’ve got it.” You told him with a smile, a hand slowly stroking through Belphie’s hair as he slept. “I’m not quite tired yet. I’ll leave him undisturbed for just a bit longer.”

Beel nodded, and returned to his own room.

You browsed your phone for awhile longer, one hand mindlessly running through Belphie’s soft locks.

When you were good and ready for bed, you slowly sidled out from below Belphie. Carrying him was the easy part. The only difficulty you had was trying not to disturb him as you slipped your hands beneath him to lift him. You seemed to have succeeded, and Belphie was determined to let you believe it, amused that you were going to such lengths for him.

He’d been awake for some time, mostly from the time you started trailing your fingers through his hair. He didn’t dare move and let you know he was awake. He feared you’d stop if he did. So instead he laid and enjoyed your gentle petting him the way you might a beloved pet.

When you moved out from under him, he considered waking up to walk himself up, but the thought of you lifting him amused him greatly. He assumed you couldn’t, and to have you try and fail to do so would be the perfect time for him to wake up and tease you.

Much to his surprise however, you lifted him with ease, carrying him all the way to his room. He would be keeping this in mind for the next time he decided it was too much trouble to make the trip himself—play dead and he can get a free ride.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #headcanon #guess who's back #took me awhile to do this one #but it was a lot of fun #tryin' to come up with ways to have the boys lifted up #as well as get them some varied reactions was an interestin' challenge #i'm so sorry this took so long

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faerune · 4 years ago

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🔫 27-47 for lux/viktor whore

who leaves their stuff lying everywhere? Lux! She’s used to traveling light in comparison to people who don’t live from place to place so she’s not exactly good at being organized and keeping things in their place. She’s like ok whatever well I remember where it is and it drives Viktor up the wall who is a neat person.

what kind of stuff can be found around their place? Boxing trophies, cybernetic, car, and mechanic magazines, dirty clothes and towels on the floor of the bathroom, pictures of their friends, their shoes just kinda haphazardly kicked into the corner by the door, Lux’s mother’s old china (has a few chips in it but relatively in good condition), a car battery half taken apart on the kitchen table with a bunch of spare parts, vase of fake roses that never wilt, movie and old boxing fight posters. Everything is warm and mismatched and very homey.

what do their cupboards or shelves look like? Mismatching bowls and cups, not “messy” but definitely not organized. Like spoons mixed in with the forks in the drawers, bowls stacked not by size but just however they were washed. They’re not really We Have To Have Matching Plates kind of people.

what does their closet(s) look like? Viktor’s is relatively organized. Not Extra but everything has a place and is hung up. Lux’s side is of course very disheveled. She can never find anything and Viktor teases her like hmm I wonder why.

what do they do when they’re away from each other? Pine! Call each other on the holo every night, moon over each other. It doesn’t ruin their days though. They’re both pretty independent people and just go about their days as usual just missing the other.

do they have nicknames or pet names for each other? Viktor calls Lux baby, sweetheart, honey, and doll/dollface. Lux calls him baby, honey, and tiger. Also [redacted].

how do they refer to the other in public? how do other people refer to the other? (i.e. “my partner”, “ask your father”, ”dad and papa”, ”how’s your wife?”, etc) Pet names or just their regular names. Lux calls him Vik a lot when they’re around friends. I can see Vik saying my partner when they’re dating and Lux says my man (🤢) or my partner too. If they ever have kids they’re definitely just mom and dad!

who is more likely to pay for dinner? Viktor! He’s old fashioned and chivalrous at least when it comes to that. He wants to spoil his girl and treat her right. Dates for Lux when she was growing up were a lot different (going on four wheelers out in the badlands, drinking on cliffs at night, watching movies in the fam’s RV) and she really likes the dates he takes her on and how he treats her.

how often do they go on dates? They try to ever weekend!

typical date night? out or at home? Vik is bent on taking her to all the good restaurants in Night City. The hidden gems that Lux really loves. They’re a dinner and a movie kind of couple and they’re very sweet. They love date night.

do they celebrate birthdays, valentine’s day, anniversaries? Yes! Lux is kind of bad at it at first but she downloads a calendar and makes sure she gets alerts now.

what would they get each other for gifts? For Lux, a new car part or tool along with flowers and chocolates. For Viktor, front row tickets to a fight that’s coming to Night City (even though he says all of the professional fights are rigged and bullshit he still gets excited) or a new watch/piece of jewelry.

how do they spend christmas and new year’s (or equivalent family gatherings)? They usually spend it with Misty and whoever else of their friends are in town! They also do Christmas Eve dinner with the owner of the garage Lux works in because the two of them are close and her kiddos love Viktor. Lux refers to them as their “adult couple friends”. For New Years, they get nicely dressed and go to a bar with their friends!

who cusses more? They both are kind of at the same level - not dropping f-bombs on the regular like Johnny and Vera but Lux pulls ahead just a little bit for her propensity to use it more than Vik.

what would they do if the other one was hurt? Vik would try and insist he be the one to assist or help her. Which...is not the smartest if there’s a different option. He’s very nervous when he’s not around her/she’s out but he’s very soothing and always by her side when she awake and aware. He protects her feelings a lot by not looking as worried as he should be.

Lux is very openly distressed and has to constantly be by his side holding his hand. Wants to be there when he wakes up, wants to know everything that’s going on. Needs to know exactly what they’re doing to fix him and how it works because that eases her anxiety.

what are little gestures they do for each other? Vik makes Lux coffee in the morning for her since she hates mornings. Always kinda makes sure she’s tucked into her little blanket burrito at night and gives her a kiss on the temple. Wipes any grease/oil that’s on her face off.

Lux always brings him food when he’s working, makes sure he sleeps and takes care of himself. She likes washing his hair/him in the shower. Massages his bad hand idly when they’re watching TV or something, kisses the palm. Likes shaving his face for him.

do they know how the other takes their coffee/tea? Yes! Viktor used to bring her coffee in the mornings before his shop or the garage opened. Because he was into her and liked to talk to her but insisted it was because they were friends (which they were but still). Lux figures out a little while later when she returns the favor after a couple months of that. Asks him about it offhandedly and then shows up the next day to beat him at getting her coffee.

do they feel they see each other enough, or do they have activities that take too much of their time? I think they’ve struck up a nice balance! It’s important to them to have their own thing and aspirations, it really makes them attracted to each other and makes coming home to see each other all the more special!

do they friend/follow each other on facebook/tumblr/livejournal/skype/etc? Yes! Vik is always tagging her in old man loves his wife posts.

morning routine? Vik wakes up first, makes coffee and breakfast. The two eat breakfast together (mostly in silence because Lux is still trying to wake up lmao. Lux washes the dishes and checks her email while Vik takes a shower (sometimes she’ll join him but that makes them late). Lux will take a shower and they’ll get ready the rest of the wake together. Always! a kiss! before!! they leave each other!!

how do they make up after a fight? They’ll apologize and tell each other they love each other but won’t talk about it till the next day. That night they’ll do smth they both love to do together and then when everything else is kind of cooled down the next day they sit down and talk about it.

#solasan #MOLLIE YOu HOE MY HANDS HURT #thank you ilu mwah #ship: sweethearts #asks

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masterserris · 5 years ago

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all things considered, i think the blue lions ending is the “true” ending and at least the happiest of endings... we’ll see when the dlcs come out tho

spoilers under cut

THE TEA IS SIPPETHED

it’s literally the only ending in which dimitri lives and becomes the “savior king” and saves the continent and creates a new democratic government to fix the broken old noble/chest system.

edelgard dies but like. she did that to herself by LITERALLY STARTING A WAR AND KILLING THOUSANDS OVER 5 YEARS. like that bitch had it coming. she may have wanted a better future by getting rid of a corrupt church but fuck that bitch honestly she coulda gone about it in a better way

idk about the golden deer route, i havent seen much on it, but eh dimitri still dies and i think so does edelgard so it isnt much better. just slightly better than the black eagle route. church route is also in the same boat.

idk man dimitri and the blue lions literally did nothing wrong. the kingdom did nothing wrong, they only ever acted out of self defense. so fuck the empire honestly afjsafnjaksfajksfjaks for as wack as dimitri gets it ONLY happens because of MASSIVE ptsd, depression, and anxiety caused BY the empire, his step mother, and edelgard. like his step mom had his whole family killed in front of him, blamed it on duscur to destroy them, then she got killed by edelgard i think or smth. his dad LITERALLY was beheaded in front of him and people/buildings were burned too. like holy fuck he’s just a KID goddamn

anyways, the empire is literally the invading imperialistic army so. yeah. no. edelgard can’t just be like: “aw ur in the wrong dimitri!1!! you are a bad person to keep fighting back and killing more people!!111!! even tho i started all this shit and killed thousands of innocent people to begin with!1! i burned a whole village mother fucker!”

“UR A DELUSIONAL PRINCE FOR DEFENDING YOUR HOMELAND AND CHURCH ALLIES”

before killing him. like fuck. that. bitch. UGH.

like he didnt even know it was his step mom that did it until later when he finally takes the throne. it’s bullshit, all he knew is some bastards like the flame emperor were behind it, that’s all. he wanted Rightful revenge for the murder of his family, the destruction of garreg mach and the “death” of his teacher, AND the 5 year war that butchered the continent and his homeland.

dimitri is valid as FUCK for being pissed at her and the empire. wack. it’s all wack. he’s the best boy and the only route that leads to a good ending for him and the kingdom overall is the blue lions route so there.

he gets all crazed but honestly who wouldnt. dont gaslight the man for having a super fucked up life and stressful from like age 10 and on. he deserves peace for all he’s been through and he does a fucking fantastic job once he gets his shit together.

edit: based on all the likes i’ve been getting on this i can probably just assume that I Am Right About This

sorry i dont make the rules nsfjanfjannfjnnjk

also all the shit edelgard wanted? dimitri went and did anyways. he got rid of the bullshit nobility and made things more of a democracy. like all she did was kinda pointless and made a lot of enemies.

sure, byleth still has that thing in their chest but who GIVES A FUCK. they still live their life just fine like damn. rhea retires the fuck away regardless. so she aint being a tyrant anymore. byleth is in charge. like damn all the “good shit” from the black eagle playthrough is IN THIS ONE PLUS DIMITRI LIVES AND MORE PEOPLE LIVE AND HAVE GOOD LIVES.

so yeah

also also: empires always ALWAYS crumble as nations desire their independence. in a few decades after edelgard leaves you can BET your ass someone will wanna revolt from their control. imperialism never works forever folks. look at all of human history for that example. the other nations in fodlan should remain free.

i think by the end dimitri rules all the lands in fodlan? mainly bc the empire just got dethroned and they are destabilized (the alliance is also destabilized but i think they are mostly ok), so it makes sense he would rule/join the two (empire/kingdom) together for mutual growth. but they are still at least sorta recognized as their own territories. they aren’t just wiped from history like edelgard did ffs.

ALSO. ANOTHER THING (sorry i keep editting this bc i have so many thoughts)

THE FINAL FUCKING CUTSCENE OF BLUE LIONS

AFTER FUCKING EVERYTHING HE OFFERS EDELGARD HIS HAND. EVEN AFTER THE WAR. AFTER SHE TURNED INTO A FUCKING DEMON AND TRIED TO KILL HIM. AFTER. FUCKING. EVERYTHING. HE STILL GIVES HER ONE LAST CHANCE

HE FUCKING MEANS IT TOO, THIS AIN’T SOME BULLSHIT PLOY.

BUT NO, SHE FUCKING STABS HIM WITH THE KNIFE HE GAVE HER ALL THOSE YEARS AGO. SO HE HAS TO KILL HER WITH HIS LANCE. HE ISN’T STARTLED OR SURPRISED. JUST HURT.

STONE COLD AFTER BEING BETRAYED BY HER OVER AND OVER AGAIN. HE JUST RIPS THAT SHIT OUT AND DROPS IT ON THE FLOOR. HE’S DONE WITH HER AND NEEDS TO MOVE ON.

BUT! BUT! BYLETH LOOKS BACK AT HER AND SO DOES DIMITRI, BUT BYLETH STOPS HIM. DON’T LOOK BACK. MOVE ON. THE FUCKING HAND HOLD. LIKE DAMN. BEST BUDS FOR LIFE. THEY GOT EACH OTHER’S BACK LIKE NO ONE ELSE.

AND THEY MOVE ON INTO THE LIGHT TO THE CHEERING CROWDS BECAUSE AT LONG FUCKING LAST THE WAR IS OVER AND THEY STILL HAVE THEIR INTEGRITY.

after all the bullshit, they still have the highest moral ground and actually fix things. even after offering their enemy peace.

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after the cutscene!! the epilogue!!

LIKE MOTHER FUCKER, THIS IS ALL THE PROOF YOU NEED THAT HE IS THE BEST BOY AND HAS THE BEST ROUTE FUCK OFF

DEMOCRACY: CHECK

HELPING THE DISADVANTAGED: CHECK

LISTENING/HELPING TO MINORITIES/FOREIGNERS/DUSCUR: CHECK

CORRUPTION FREE: CHECK

BYLETH IS FINE AND IS THE NEW ARCH BISHOP FOR A BETTER CHURCH, RHEA JUST PEACES OUT: CHECK

MOVING PAST HIS MENTAL ILLNESS AND PTSD FOR THE BETTERMENT OF HIMSELF AND OTHERS/THE KINGDOM: CHECKITY FUCKING CHECK

THE ABSOLUTE LEGEND HIMSELF, DIMITRI

edit edit: also look at the murals specifically, i’m gonna point out some shit real quick.

first, dimitri’s:

It’s in nature. Birds and trees and leaves. Calm and harmonious.

Children are playing and smiling, food is being passed out by the soldiers to the people. they are thankful.

byleth is addressing the people, writing out reforms and decrees, making sure things are aright.

the people of duscur are literally at the side of dimitri, the king.

looks like people from the alliance are on the far left of the mural, they are carrying gifts but they dont seem unhappy about it. just. normal.

dimitri is lower than everyone on the canvas besides a person on their knees asking for help and literal children. he is seated down at THEIR level, smiling AT them and doesn’t mind the kid pulling at him and playing. very relaxed. he’s sitting on just a regular ol’ tree stump. no throne. no opulence. just him, bc that’s all that’s needed.

NOW, LET’S LOOK AT EDELGARD’S OOHH BOY:

she is the tallest above them all, next to her is a divine figure, she is holding a staff as well. she is power. she is above all other peoples. she is STEPPING on a national flag with impunity. she doesn’t CARE she is the one in charge and no one can stand against it.

everyone from the other nations are bowing their heads and being submissive, but they certainly dont look happy. they look anxious as hell. their kingdoms are literally being trampled by the emperor. she is in her grand castle, gold and red and opulent. power and riches and rule.

the common folk, however look up to her. they see her as a second saint seiros. a better one. hence the divine figure next to her. she is like a god to them. not ideal. they seem happy, but no. they are looking to her for guidance in a troubled time caused by HER actions.

let’s not forget the mage in the back holding a knife. things are far from peaceful.

the two very different moods of these pictures say all. one is true peace where everyone seems to be thriving with a compassionate ruler.

the other is domineering and crushing in presence. people are anxious about the future with violence still on the horizon.

yeah, no. blue lions >>>> black eagles.

(i’m currently playing through golden deer which is looking p good so far, def better than black eagles and then im gonna do the church route. we’ll see how THAT goes anfjanjfnnfasjns)

edelgard stans dont interact

#spoilers under cut #fe16 #thoughts #fe #fe three houses #dimitri #edelgard

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gamerwoo · 6 years ago

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Wonwoo: Sunflower

Characters: Wonwoo x reader (gender neutral but if i slipped up on accident i apologize)

Genre/warnings: idol au, kinda slice of life, fluff, angst, some crack, a lil bit of suggestive/kinda sexual stuff toward the beginning, alcohol consumption and partying

Word count: 5,694

Summary: Then you’re left in the dust unless I stuck by ya. You’re a sunflower, I think your love would be too much.

a/n: (inspired by Sunflower by Post Malone and Swae Lee) I accidentally posted this from my drafts when it wasn’t done and I really didn’t want to rewrite it or post it at all but I did anyway because I like to torture myself so here. and i know the real meaning of the song is kind of flipped to how i wrote it but um i didn’t realize until i was almost done lmao and also shoutout to @neverknewgrey2016 and @dreamjunhui for not only dealing with my tantrum when I had to redo this but who told me I should still remake it if I really liked the idea :]

(original a/n was something cheesy about the song reminding me of wonwoo because like i say i hate him all the time or smth idk but i figured i could use the lyrics to make some kinda story and i could definitely see wonwoo calling his s/o ‘sunflower’ as a petname but anyway moving on)

Seventeen Song Series

[Needless to say, I keep her in check

She was all bad, bad nevertheless

Calling it quits now, baby, I’m a wreck

Crash at my place, baby, you’re a wreck]

Meeting Wonwoo was an accident. It wasn’t like you were childhood friends or had some cute/funny encounter in school to bring you two together. You became friends because you both had the same order at a coffee shop, and you both went to take it only to start bickering because you both insisted you ordered first. Wonwoo had on a black mask and cap so you weren’t sure who the hell this sketchy-looking dude was, but you were going to get your drink either way.

After becoming friends, Wonwoo realized your snarky and sarcastic nature wasn’t just him catching you on a bad day. You were always like that. He did, however, discover that it was essentially your way of hiding your feelings. You were a shy person who didn’t really do feelings, and you were bad at expressing them. You teasing him and giving him a hard time was your way of expressing your fondness of him -- and you did it a lot and didn’t hold back.

Wonwoo quickly found himself growing a feeling of responsibility toward you. He started watching out for you, making sure you were kept in line, and always made sure you behaved -- well, at least as well as you could. While most people blew off your personality as rude and annoying, Wonwoo found it cute; almost childlike. He was fond of you, honestly.

If you were being completely, boldly honest, you had feelings for Wonwoo, but you refused to ever let him find out about those. But truthfully, he felt the same way, and he could easily tell you liked him back. Maybe that was why he did everything in his power to make you as flustered as possible -- which wasn’t hard since you got shy when it came to compliments, physical displays of affection, and basically anything cute, cuddly, or touchy-feel-y.

“Yah, can you sit down for like, two seconds?” he groaned, pushing himself off the couch to follow you to the kitchen where you were going for your fourth piece of cake. “_____, you don’t need more! You’re going to get sugar high, and you’re going to get a tummy ache.”

You snorted, glancing at him over your shoulder, “Did you just say ‘tummy ache’? I’m not five.”

“Yes, I said ‘tummy ache’,” he stated, reaching out and grabbing your waist, pulling your back to his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and began to tickle your stomach. You squealed, your cheeks immediately going red as you shoved away from him.

“Don’t do that!” you whined, an embarrassed smile on your face. “I’ll leave this dorm right now and go home, I swear!”

“No you won’t,” he told you, crossing his arms over his chest as he blocked the way toward the exit which was the opposite way you were headed. “It’s too late, kid; you’re stuck here for the night.”

“I’m not a kid,” you stated as you rolled your eyes, mimicking him and crossing your own arms, “Then at least let me eat the leftover cake.”

“_____--”

“I don’t even need permission,” you scoffed, turning back toward the kitchen and marching straight there, “I’m an adult!”

Wonwoo groaned, his head dropping back as he heard you open the refrigerator. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered.

“Hey!” you giggled as you scurried over to him with a can of whipped cream in your hand. “Look what I found! Open!”

Wonwoo let out a short, airy laugh as he playfull rolled his eyes. Still, he complied and opened his mouth, letting you spray the sweet topping into his mouth before you put a dot of it on his nose, sticking your tongue out at him before running back into the kitchen before he could get you.

‘Oh, yeah,’ he thought to himself as he smiled fondly at your retreating form, ‘that’s why.’

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[Thinking in a bad way, losing your grip

Screaming at my face, baby, don’t trip

Someone took a big L, don’t know how that felt

Looking at you sideways, party on tilt]

You’d never once questioned your friendship with Wonwoo. Sure, you were just some rando he’d ran into on the street and happened to get along with, but the fact you did get along well was why you never thought Wonwoo felt like he was above you. He never presented himself like the type to only befriend people on ‘his level’, either.

But then he invited you to a party. It was the birthday party of one of his idol friends -- or maybe it was a friend of a friend, you weren’t sure -- and Wonwoo wanted to know if you’d be his plus one.

“You don’t get out much,” he’d told you jokingly as he nudged your side.

So you agreed to go, and you were having fun at first. You had a few free shots, and Wonwoo offered to buy you some drinks. Even Seungcheol was asking you to do shots with him just for fun, so you did. But it seemed like the drunker you got, the more uptight you felt rather than letting loose. Your mind started to focus on how Wonwoo behaved around his idol friends, and you started questioning why the hell Wonwoo would even still be friends with you. Did he even actually like you or did he just feel bad when you’d text him asking to hang out? Did he invite you here because he felt bad for you? Was he hoping to hand you off to somebody else?

Wonwoo hadn’t seen you for a while. He’d gotten distracted talking to a friend he didn’t get to see often, so when he realized he wasn’t sure of your whereabouts, he went looking for you. It took him about ten minutes of looking and asking around before he finally found you in the bathroom, curled up in the corner with a tear-stained face and your arms wrapped around your knees.

“_____!” Wonwoo gasped, rushing over to you and immediately falling to his knees. “What happened? Are you hurt?”

You sniffled, looking up at him with bleary eyes. Your words slurred together when you spoke, “Why’d you c’m findme?”

“I hadn’t seen you in a while,” he told you, his arms wrapping around you as he sat down beside you. “What happened? Why are you crying?”

“Why d’you even hangout w’me?” you grumbled, wiping carelessly under your eyes with the back of your hand as you looked away from your friend. “You have cooler friends‘n’shit...”

Wonwoo shook his head as he tried to move hair from your face, “I don’t understand...”

Wonwoo had definitely had his share of drinks that night, but he was sober enough to now what was happening -- and he knew what was happening with you wasn’t normal. You never cried in front of him, and you never ever compared yourself to his friends -- at least, not out loud or in front of him.

“Y’re other friends ‘re idols!” you burst, turning to look at him as more tears welled up in your eyes. “Why waisty’re timeonme? ‘M nothin'...”

He frowned, cupping your face between his hands as he forced your eyes to look straight into his.

“_____, that’s absolutely not true,” he stated, looking more serious than you’d ever seen him -- even if you vision was a little questionable currently.

You whined, swatting at his hands even though it was like a baby tapping at his wrists with how drunk you were, “Go away!”

“You’re too drunk,” he sighed. “Calm down. Do you want me to take you home?”

You nodded, swiping at the water flowing down your cheeks again.

Wonwoo stood before he helped you up, keeping an arm around your waist as he put one of yours around his shoulders.

“I’ll get a ride and take you to the dorm, and I’ll make you some tea, okay? You can sleep this off afterwards, and if you still think I think you’re not worthy in the morning, I’ll still be there to tell you you’re wrong,” he promised as he led you out of the bathroom.

“Okay...” you mumbled, sniffling again. “Wonwoo?”

“Hmm?”

“Imight throw up ‘nyou...”

He chuckled, “That’s okay.”

He wanted to make a joke about how worst case scenario, he could borrow clothes from one of his ‘cool idol friends’, but he figured he should save that one for when you were sober.

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[Ooh-ooh, some things you can’t refuse

She wanna ride me like a cruise

And I’m not tryna loose]

Neither of you were sure the reason, but the sexual tension between the two of you that night was much greater than it had ever been. It wasn’t the first time you’d been in tiny cotton shorts and one of Wonwoo’s old t-shirts to sleep in, and it wasn’t the first time the two of you sat so close together on the couch as you watched a movie at your place. But you both could feel how the air somehow felt thicker and hotter than normal.

“Why are we watching this movie again?” you asked in a sigh when you noticed the couple on screen was now making out, which definitely wasn’t distracting you from how you wished your best friend beside you would just push you down into the couch and press his lips into yours so hard that you couldn’t breathe.

“Because it had good ratings,” he replied nonchalantly, dumping a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

Despite how he sounded unfazed, Wonwoo was just as squirmy and uncomfortable as you. The couple in the movie reminded him so much of the two of you: a little unconventional, kind of crazy, but they still cared so much for each other. All he could think about the whole time was turning to you, pulling you into his lap, and making out with you until this stupid movie was over. He could even feel himself hardening under his shorts and hardly anything had happened in the movie! It was all just his own thoughts of you.

“I’m switching it,” you declared, leaning over to grab the remote from the coffee table.

Before your fingers could wrap around the black rectangle, Wonwoo’s hands latched onto your wrist, holding it in place.

“No,” he said sternly. “You can pick the next one when this is over.”

“It’s boring!” you groaned.

Truthfully, Wonwoo was nervous that if you turned your attention away from the movie, you’d end up noticing how turned on he was getting. So he insisted the movie keep playing.

“Not everything is about what you want,” he teased with a smirk.

“Jerk,” you frowned, sticking your tongue out at him.

You yanked your wrist out of his grasp and grabbed the remote anyway.

“_____!” he whined as you leaned over while he tried to reach for the remote, holding your arm away from him as you laughed.

“You can’t get it!” you sang in a teasing tone.

Wonwoo pulled the blanket off of his lap and completely climbed on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head by the arm of the couch. Both of you seemed to freeze as it set in how you two were positioned: Wonwoo straddling your hips with his hands around your wrists, and you below him and completely at his mercy. Your eyes were locked, somehow unable to look away even though you were blushing redder than a tomato.

But you didn’t make any moves to pull away, and Wonwoo knew that you probably would’ve shoved him off and called him an idiot by now.

Wonwoo smirked as you gulped, “You should see how red you look right now, _____.”

You stammered, trying to come up with a response, but the best you could do was avert your eyes and mumble a “shut up”.

Wonwoo leaned closer so his breath fanned your face when he spoke. Your eyes widened, unable to pick just one place on his face to focus.

“Do I make you flustered, _____?” he questioned, his voice low. You knew Wonwoo was a teaser -- he loved to tease you -- but you didn’t think he would be like this. “How come you haven’t pushed me off yet? It’s almost like you like having me over you like this -- like you want me to do something more...”

You stayed quiet as you and Wonwoo switched between looking in each other’s eyes and glancing down at each other’s lips. Finally, he closed the gap, pressing his plush lips against yours. His hands released your wrists, moving down your arms and down your sides to your waist. He sat back, bringing you up with him as your lips stayed connected in a kiss that quickly grew heated. You straddled his lap as your fingers tangled in his hair, your hips instinctively grinding down on his softly as your tongues moved together.

Wonwoo groaned softly into your mouth at the feeling, but he quickly held your hips still.

“If you want something more, you have to tell me,” he said, his voice soft but gravely.

“I want more,” you mumbled, pressing your lips back to his.

“No,” he smirked, pulling back enough so he could really see your reaction for this, “I want you to say the whole thing.”

You whined, your head falling forward into his shoulder, “Wonwoo, don’t do this to me...”

“If you don’t say it, I won’t do anything else,” he chuckled. “We can just sit here, watch the movie, and--”

“Fine!” you groaned, refusing to lift your head because you were sure your entire face and neck were red with embarrassment. “What do you want me to say?”

He shrugged, “Just tell me that you want me to fuck you.”

“Those exact words?” you whined. “Why?”

“Alright...” he hummed as he thought, making you think he was going to go easy on you. But he was going to get back at you for all the time you gave him a hard time. Finally, it was his turn to give you a hard time.

“Tell me that you want to ride me.”

You tensed at his words, but he also felt how your thighs tried to press together despite the fact they were spread open over his lap. He chuckled, letting his hands move up and down your thighs.

“Come on, you have a big mouth normally but now you suddenly can’t speak?” he teased.

“You’re the worst,” you huffed.

“I’m hearing a lot of talking but nothing of importance.”

You let out a loud sigh before mumbling words into his shoulder which he definitely heard, but he wasn’t done with you.

“I’m sorry, what was that, _____?” he smirked. “You’re gonna have to look at me when you talk.”

You lifted your head timidly. Wonwoo’s smirk grew bigger seeing how your cheeks were so flushed and your eyes could barely look at him. It somehow gave you an innocence that drove him crazy -- especially when accompanied with the words that fell from your lips in a shy, soft voice.

“I wanna r-ride you...”

Wonwoo bit his lip, cupping your cheek and pulling your face back down to his.

“Was that so hard?” he whispered before he pressed his lips back to yours.

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[Every time I’m leaving on you

You don’t make it easy, no

Wish I could be there for you

Give me a reason to, oh]

You didn’t like watching everybody pile their luggage out of the dorms. You knew it was only for a month -- and you’d survived without Wonwoo for a month before -- but you were finally dating Wonwoo. You’d just started, and now he was leaving.

Whenever Wonwoo had to leave, you always had this permanent pout on your face that Wonwoo never failed to find adorable. Even if he was upset seeing you upset, that cute look on your face made him chuckle and shake his head. He knew it meant you were sad, but he couldn’t help it.

“You know I’ll be back soon,” he reminded you, standing before you just outside the front door to the building. “I’ll call you whenever I can, okay?”

And just like every other time, you wrapped your arms around his waist with an iron grip. Wonwoo laughed, letting his arms wrap around your shoulders as he kissed the top of your head.

“You have to let go, y’know,” he told you, still chuckling at your actions.

You just whined in response.

“God, you’re never going to make leaving easy, are you?” he snorted, leaning away just enough to see your face that was still set in a pout.

You shook your head, “I’ll make it harder each time.”

“_____, please let go of our Wonwoo,” Jeonghan pleaded softly as he walked up behind Wonwoo to try to pull your arms apart.

“No!” you whined.

“Aw, c’mon, let’s just take _____ with us,” Wonwoo said, his head leaning against yours as he jutted out his lower lip, the puppy dog eyes aimed toward the manager that was standing by one of the cars.

“You know we can’t,” Seungcheol reminded him. “Come on, we have to go.”

Wonwoo did nothing to get out of your hold, keeping his arms resting comfortably around you while he laughed at his members struggle. When they finally did get him released, Seungcheol quickly grabbed him and dragged him away toward hip-hop unit’s car.

When Seungcheol had turned to get into the car himself, Wonwoo took off toward you. He crashed into you, barely managing to keep you and him up as his arms tightened around you.

“I don’t want to leave you,” he admitted in a soft whine.

“I know,” you sighed, rubbing his back, “but you have fans you have to see. You can’t disappoint them, right?”

“Wonwoo, what the fuck!” Jihoon groaned, noticing it was the taller member holding everybody up.

Even though you probably wanted him to stay even more than he did, you reluctantly pushed him away from you with a teasing smile, pointing to the open car door.

“Go on, you big idiot,” you told him with a light chuckle.

Seungcheol jogged back over to retrieve his member, dragging Wonwoo away by the arm.

“I’ll see you later, _____!” Wonwoo called, waving his hand over his head. “Take care of yourself for me!”

Truthfully, Wonwoo didn’t want to just leave like that -- in fact, Seungcheol was still dragging him to the car before shoving him inside because Wonwoo didn’t want to go. He wanted to put up more of a fight, but he knew he’d get in trouble if he did. So he complied with his manager and his members, pressing his face up against the tinted windows as they drove away and out of sight.

And just like every other time, you waited until Wonwoo was gone to let your tears escape.

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[Every time I’m walking out

I can hear you telling me to turn around

Fighting for my trust and you won’t back down

Even if we gotta risk it all right now]

You were still giggling at the lame joke Wonwoo made as the two of you laid on your bed. It took a little bit of coaxing for you to cuddle with Wonwoo despite the fact you really really wanted to -- you were just a little shy about it, and Wonwoo’s teasing tones and smirks weren’t helping that -- but he finally had his arm around you with your head on his chest as he smiled up at the ceiling. Moments like these were ones he really enjoyed -- and there were plenty of them after that night in your apartment. The both of you knew there was no going back after having sex, but things just felt...right after that.

Now, here you were, spending your three month anniversary together with takeout, music, video games, and cuddling.

“You still owe me a rematch in Smash since you cheated,” Wonwoo reminded you.

You just scoffed, “You’re just mad that I’m better at playing Kirby than you are at playing literally anybody.”

“Being better at playing a character does not require stealing my controller and tossing it away from me,” Wonwoo frowned, poking your side to make you squeak.

“It just means I’m a better player!” you insisted.

“No, it means you’re a little cheater,” he told you, continuing to tickle your sides.

As you giggled and squirmed, swatting at Wonwoo’s hands while he kept an arm locked around your waist to keep you in his hold. When he noticed you were gasping for breaths was when he finally stopped, chuckling just at your laugh alone. It was possibly his favorite sound.

While your laughter was still dying down, Wonwoo placed a finger under your chin to make you look up at him.

“I love you.”

Your eyes widened. Neither of you had ever said the ‘L’ word to each other, and Wonwoo had just dropped it out of nowhere. You were definitely taken off guard to say the least.

Wonwoo just laughed softly at your expression, softly stroking your cheek with his thumb, “C’mon, say something.”

Your mind was racing with different things you wanted to say and do. You wanted to squeal with happiness and just yell about how much you loved him. You also wanted to bury your face in his chest just so he wouldn’t have to see you blushing as much as you were.

He smirked, “I haven’t seen you look this flustered since our first night together.”

“Ugh, don’t start,” you groaned, practically throwing your face into his chest as you gripped his shirt.

“Do you have anything to say back?” he wondered as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

You sighed dramatically as you lifted your head, playfully rolling your eyes, “No...”

“That’s not what you said in your sleep last week,” he smirked, quirking a brow.

Your eyes widened, “What?”

“Yeah, you talk in your sleep sometimes.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?!”

“I just did!”

As Wonwoo smiled brightly, you groaned in embarrassment and hid your face again as your cheeks heated up. Wonwoo just laughed warmly, hugging you tighter.

“It’s okay,” he assured you, “because I love you right back.”

When his laughter finally died down was when you finally decided to peek up at him to try to tease him back, but you saw something was different. Even the air felt different.

Wonwoo’s face had fallen, the happy twinkle in his eyes dulled. He let out a soft sigh as he looked up at the ceiling, his ‘thinking face’ on which included furrowed brows and his nose slightly scrunched.

“You okay?” you wondered quietly.

Wonwoo was silent for a moment which made your stomach do nervous flips. When he did finally speak, his words were soft and murmured with his eyes still glued to the ceiling.

“We’ll have to tell people at some point, won’t we?”

When you didn’t answer, Wonwoo looked down to see the panic in your eyes that was gone almost instantly, already shoved back down inside you to cover the vulnerability. He knew you hated the uneasiness of not knowing the future, but he also had to bring it up. You two were admitting you loved each other, which meant he had to start thinking about what would happen next.

“When do you want to?” you wondered, your voice quiet.

Wonwoo let out a short laugh that sounded more stressed than joyful, “Never.”

"C’mon, I’m serious.”

"So am I.”

You sat up, your hands on Wonwoo’s chest to push you, “You’re going to hide this?”

He sat up as well, “Are you going to force me to tell people?”

“Well, it just kind of seems like you want to hide me,” you admitted.

Wonwoo let out a short, dry laugh, shaking his head as he got up from the bed.

You sighed, standing up as well as Wonwoo left the bedroom. You followed behind him, watching as he went through the living room on his way to the door, grabbing his jacket off the back of the couch.

You continued to follow after him, calling, “I don’t get why this is such a big deal to you!”

“Really? _____, have you seen how other couples are treated in this industry?” he asked in a loud voice, one hand running through his hair, “I don’t want you getting hurt or feeling bad about yourself or--”

“Wonwoo, stop,” you said, walking over to him and taking his hands, tugging softly to get him to look at you. “That doesn’t matter.”

“_____, you can’t just blow over this, too--”

You put your fingertips to his lips as he sat up to argue this, quickly shushing him.

“It doesn’t matter because nothing’s going to change us -- I won’t let it. It doesn’t matter if people hate me or they hate us being together or whatever it is that’s bothering you. I love you and it’s not going to change. I have you with me, so what is there to be scared of, right? Nobody can force me away from you.”

A smile slowly started to spread on your boyfriend’s face as he wrapped his fingers around your wrist to move your hand from his lips, “When did you get good at expressing your feelings?”

“From constantly talking to myself when you’re too busy playing video games,” you told him, sarcasm dripping in your tone.

Still, your words meant a lot to him. He knew that you could’ve panicked, too. He knew you could’ve just made a joke about it like you did with most things. But you still tried to comfort him, and he knew it was something you didn’t think you were good at. But you tried for him.

He wrapped you in his arms, knowing he’d just have to trust you on this one.

“I love you,” he told you.

Your arms wound around his waist, letting your head rest against his shoulder.

“I love you.”

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[I know you’re scared of the unknown

You don’t wanna be alone

I know I always come and go

But it’s out of my control]

It didn’t matter how many times you teased Wonwoo or shot a sarcastic comment at somebody. It didn’t matter how strong you acted or pretended how little you cared. Wonwoo knew you were scared of a lot of things: the future, things you couldn’t be sure of, and even being alone. You always tried to act like you were fine with all of those things -- especially the latter since you would insist you didn’t like people and preferred holing up in your room -- but Wonwoo knew you better.

Especially when he was announced to leave for six months.

The day before he had to leave, he wanted to spend it with you. He didn’t show up until the evening, though, since he was busy that day. He had been busy a lot, and this wasn’t even his first time leaving, but it was so much longer than you’d ever had to endure. You were terrified of what could possibly happen because of this long period of time away from each other, and Wonwoo could see that as soon as he came in.

All day, you’d been thinking about how Wonwoo would leave early in the morning. You couldn’t help but get upset thinking about how you’d have to spend those six months without the one person you loved and trusted more than anybody else. You’d basically be alone. Yeah, you’d have your friends and your family, but that was different. You loved Wonwoo differently than you loved them.

“Hey,” Wonwoo frowned when he opened the door to see you curled up on the couch with an odd look on your face -- it was some weird mixture of sadness and confusion, and he didn’t like it, “are you okay?”

You kept your eyes locked on the same spot across the couch up until the last word of your question, afraid of crying when you looked up at him.

“What if something happens to us when you’re gone?”

Sure enough, as soon as your eyes met his face, your lower lip started to quiver. You weren’t going to see that face in person for six months. You weren’t going to be able to hold or kiss him for 26 weeks. You would feel the same, empty, lonely feeling for 182 days, and all the anxieties that came with it.

Wonwoo walked over to you, sitting on the couch and pulling you into his embrace just as you broke down. He moved you into his lap as he shushed you and rubbed your back, keeping his hold on you tight and comforting.

“I know you’re afraid, baby,” he murmured, his lips against the side of your head, “but we’ll be okay, I promise.”

“You can’t know that,” you sniffled, your voice breaking twice.

He frowned hearing you sound so worried and broken. He wished he could somehow take all of your worried and anxieties and get rid of them forever. He wanted you to feel calm and secure all the time, but he knew you worried about a lot of small things even when you knew deep down that there was no point in worrying. You just couldn’t help it, and he understood that.

“I’ll video chat with you as often as I can, and it’ll be almost like I’m beside you,” he promised. “Try to visit your parents or a friend when you feel extra lonely, though, okay? I know you don’t like feeling vulnerable, but do it for me, alright? You have to take care of yourself while I’m gone -- I’ll be checking.”

You nodded, but you didn’t trust your voice enough to answer him with words. You already didn’t like that he could feel your body shaking with silent sobs, you didn’t want loud whimpers and cries to escape, too.

“I wish I didn’t have to leave you,” he sighed softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’d stay with you all the time if I could.”

“I wish I could go with you,” you told him just above a whisper. “I don’t wanna not have you around.”

But neither of those options were possible. Wonwoo and the rest of his members had already tried asking the staff about you tagging along, even for a little bit, but they were all given the same answer: no. It was completely out of his hands, no matter how badly he wished he could do something about it. The next morning, he’d be up before the sun to get on a plane to go to a different country.

But for the night, he could have you in his arms until he had to go, leaving you alone back home.

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[Then you’ll be left in the dust

Unless I stuck by you

You’re the sunflower

I think your love would be too much

Or you’ll be left in the dust

Unless I stuck by you

You’re the sunflower

You’re the sunflower]

"Are you eating enough? You look thinner.”

“Yah, are you my mom?”

“Sorry, I’m not into that.”

Wonwoo rolled his eyes as he tried to suppress a laugh. Meanwhile, you laughed loudly, not caring if anybody on his end might hear -- the only other person in his hotel room was Seungcheol, but he had headphones in while he played a game.

“I’m eating, I promise,” Wonwoo nodded, smiling at your face that was currently on his phone screen. “Are you doing okay?”

You shrugged, peeling your eyes away from your phone where you could clearly see your boyfriend laying down in bed to check your water that was boiling for ramen, “I guess. I miss you a lot, but school kinda keeps me distracted sometimes.”

“Sometimes, huh?”

“I’m paying attention, I swear! I promised I would, and I keep my promises.”

He chuckled, “I know you do, baby. I’m sorry I couldn’t call the last week, but I got all of your texts about your exams. I’m proud of you.”

You flashed him a proud grin as you stirred your ramen, “Thanks! I’m, uh...sorry for spamming your phone. I tried to keep it to just good morning and goodnight texts.”

“I like it. It lets me know that you didn’t forget about me.”

You never failed to send him a text at least once a day, and while he couldn’t reply, it made Wonwoo feel so warm inside knowing you were still keeping him updated and checking on him. You really were so loyal and caring toward him, which he didn’t even understand. He’d been gone for three months now, and he thought you would’ve given up or moved on by now -- anybody else would’ve.

But you weren’t just anybody.

You scoffed, “Shouldn’t it be the other way around? You are the famous Jeon Wonwoo, after all.”

As Wonwoo watched you make your late dinner in just a big t-shirt he’d left behind for you, and your hair still messy and damp from a shower, he suddenly got hit with one of those ‘wow, I really love you’ moments, and all he could do was stare at you. Stare at how your hair fell in your face as you cracked an egg into your ramen, and how your lips moved as you softly mouthed the words to a song he couldn’t hear, and how you were doing literally nothing of significance but he wanted to watch you forever.

When Wonwoo didn’t reply, you looked at the phone to make sure the connection wasn’t lost, only to find Wonwoo looking at you almost dreamily.

“What?” you asked.

He just smiled softly and shook his head, “You don’t ever have to worry about me forgetting about you.”

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babybirdgyeom · 6 years ago

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got7 as college boyfriends

– just smth short and light – also quite a lot of crack hshs i’m sorry – much fun ♥

𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒯𝓊𝒶𝓃

– in your first year of college you always sat beside mark in this one class you had but you didn’t even know his name – you always thought he was cute as shit though and told your friends about him – every now and then the two of you talked but only ever about college stuff – exchanging notes and asking for pens and so on – but after the first year you realized that your current major just wasn’t for you so you changed it, never seeing mark again – until one year later your friend convinced (if not almost forced) you to get tinder – isn’t that always how it starts.... – you weren’t even interested in dating but she was like just get some dick at least – so you agreed but only to make her shut up, not thinking you’d actually use it – until this one guy swiped you right and your heart skipped a beat – so you finally found out his name was mark, how cute, it fitted – having a crisis you immediately showed him to her – “this is the cute guy i used to sit next to!” – she laughs at you because you were so overwhelmed, not knowing what to do – “you know you could just.. match him?” – so you did and not even five minutes later he send you a message – ‘omg how funny to meet you here. did you stop studying physics?” – not in a hundred years would you have thought that this was how you’d meet your boyfriend – your friend still teases you about it because you were so against using tinder – mark also teases you about it tbh – anyways he immediately asked you for your number and you started writing 24/7 – somehow you never manage to find time for each other though because damn college gets stressful around that time of the year – one time you talked to him for seven hours at night on the phone – also he always calls you late at night when you have to walk home alone just to be sure – but after you completely failed your one class and wrote him about how frustrated you were he was like – “ok you know what fuck this presentation i have to prepare i’m coming over and will distract you a bit” – when he wrote that you weren’t aware that distracting you a bit meant heavily making out after not even twenty minutes into this random ass movie you watched on netflix – since that day you and mark were a couple and what a happy one you were – shyly admits that he immediately deleted tinder after getting your number – what! a! softie! – all of his got7 friends constantly tease him about being in a relationship – but secretly are so happy for the two of you – jackson acting over the top whenever you two just look at each other is a thing – “so cute i’m dying”, jackson at some point – mark knows he should force you to study but... – always makes you chill with him instead and feels bad about it hshsh – “i don’t want you to fail your classes but.. we should get mcdonalds right now you know” – knows your schedule better than you do – constantly rants to you about how stupid his profs are – sometimes doesn’t take you serious when you’re stressed or mad – but loves you so much actually

𝐼𝓂 𝒥𝒶𝑒𝒷𝓊𝓂

– you were more than shocked to see jaebum in college again suddenly – the two of you went to the same middle school – you never really were close but damn – that boy still looked fine and now he was an adult – and you both were single now – so when you two saw each other you immediately were like – maybe we should grab a coffee to catch up sometime? – and you did... even at the same evening – jaebum was so handsome you wanted to die – plus y’all were getting along so good that you didn’t even want to go home – but you did because you just met this guy – as you said goodbye he was a nervous wreck – because he definitely did enjoy this evening and would like to see you again – so the next morning he came over with breakfast – in sweatpants and a big hoodie, hair all over the place – suddenly you understood what this uwu term meant – this breakfast date was the softest, y’all watched spongebob and discussed old tv shows – after he left because he had to go to class you genuinely felt butterflies in your stomach and you hated yourself for how cliche that was – immediately wrote you after his class – “wyd tonight?” – so that’s the story of the first time you stayed over at jaebum’s – a few kisses were shared but nothing more – but a week later you were already calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend – amazing sex especially after college partys – he’s so in love with you it confuses him – will wait for you in the coffee shop next to your classroom every time – sometimes he’s a pain in the ass though – is ready to fight you whenever he gets jealous – but always apologizes later – you two have very different majors and always tell each other about the amazing things you learned while the other one has seriously no idea what’s going on – but it didn’t matter, you still enjoyed seeing him being so passionate about what he was doing – “you know (y/n) i’m really happy we met again” – everyone on campus knows the two of you belong together – lots of girls lowkey want jb bc look at him but you luckily didn’t have to worry about that – literally doesn’t give a fuck about any other girls – whenever you’re at parties he’s the biggest flirt – will make out with you in the bathroom as if y’all haven’t been dating for an eternity – tbh it’ll never get boring with jaebum

𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒥𝒾𝓃𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔

– basically he’s your dormmate which is good and great – y’all get along just fine – no fights or drama – he even helps you with your essays every now and then – regular netflix nights are a must – makes sure you eat, even cooks for you when you come home late for work – your friends are pretty sure y’all are dating – but jinyoung and you just roll your eyes at that – even his friends, mostly mark and jackson won’t stop teasing him – you guess that’s what you get for moving in with a guy – but you literally never were flirting which each other or anything – the two of you just seemed to become very close friends – so long story short living with jinyoung was nice – except for this one thing that bugs you so goddamn much – the girls he brings home every weekend – not only are most of them dumb as fuck – and you don’t say this to be mean, it was true – even jinyoung said so – but also they were sooo damn loud – like jinyoung must know what he’s doing according to their screams – ugh you hated it so much – you constantly fight jinyoung about it but he just laughs it off – “(y/n), you have to get laid” – “thanks jinyoung, i’m aware of that” – one time when you were discussing his loudness he massaged your shoulders and told you that you need to relax more and the moment his hands touched you it sent shivers down your spine – but suddenly you noticed that jinyoung stopped bringing girls home – and you were like ??? what’s going on – so on this one saturday night you were sitting on the couch with him, binge watching house of cards – as you finally confronted him about it – “you know i just want smth more serious but idk how to get that” – “have you tried asking a girl on a date?” – “i thought i’m on a date right now”, he said as if it was nothing – so basically that is how y’all started to go out every now and then – netflix dates soon became bigger and more romantic – cinema, then restaurant, one time you went to an amusement park – no one ever asked the other one officially out – but one time jinyoung introduced you as his girlfriend and everyone around you including you went ??? – he constantly forces you to study – will pick you up from your 9 pm classes just to be there in case – he’s aware of how douchey guys were but not with his girlfriend – teases you all the time but you got used to it and played along – the two of you always laugh so much but mostly about each other – it was nice that you could just make fun about the other one without someone being offended – thousand of inside jokes only you two understand – secretly the biggest softie though – tells you how much he loves you during sex – also tells you how goddamn beautiful you look under him – one time you wanted to get a tutor but jinyoung found out he was male and he didn’t like that at all – “but (y/n) that’s how all the love stories in the movies start i can’t let that happen” – besides his lil jealous side the best bf you could ask for – hypes you up no matter what even if he knows you have no idea what’s going on – tbh everyone on campus knows and likes him – has had some girls before you and he always gets embarrassed when someone talks about them in front of you – doesn’t want you to be reminded of his fuckboy past – it’s strange for him to be vocal about you and him – not bc he doesn’t love you just bc he never was in a serious relationship – will literally do everything for you tho tbh – he’s like – “yeah i wanna become more mature for her” and all that shit – he hates himself for how cringe it sounds but he just wants you to feel appreciated and safe around him

𝒥𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝒲𝒶𝓃𝑔

– jackson lived in the dorm next to yours – your girl dorm and his boy dorm became good friends over time – your best friend even started dating yugyeom, his roommate – you saw him almost every day and he was always so polite and nice – sometimes y’all were just drinking in one of the dorms and having fun – one time he brought you tea when he heard that you’re sick – basically jackson was the sweetest guy around and everyone knew – but you soon found out he was maybe a bit too nice – everyone knew about his kinda manipulating gf – and everyone also was very relieved when he finally broke up with her – she always created drama at your partys – and always accused him of shit he didn’t do – but still he was the kindest soul – so when you found him one day outside the dorm, a bottle of wine in his hand you asked him what’s wrong – long story short his ex gf was crying and drunk in his room – and he allowed her to stay but he would sleep somewhere else – so his plans right now were to sleep outside of the dorm.. – you told him he was too nice but your heart was bleeding – there was not a way you could let this poor guy sleep outside just because his ex girlfriend decided to be dramatic one more time – “so uhm-- do you maybe- just if you want of course- sleep in my dorm?” – suddenly he looked up at you and you realized – you might like him that much bc you are actually attracted to him – finding out about your crush in the worst moment since now you were sharing a bed with jackson wang and a still full wine bottle – the two of you were talking until three in the morning – until something else happened and suddenly jackson was on top of you, making you feel more amazing than anyone else ever did – it was a bit awkward the next morning when he stepped out of your dorm and met his ex gf outside but looking back at it now it didn’t matter – everyone found out within the next 24 hours somehow so there was no way back – but you didn’t care, you wanted this – sweetest boyfriend tbh – loves you to death and supports you a lot – will get annoyed though when you don’t have time for him a lot – he understands that you have this one project going on but he just wants attention and kisses – always tells you to teach him everything you have to learn so you will remember better in exams – picks you up from class as often as possible – so much pda like every guy needs to see you’re off the market – will hold hands with you in lectures – just literally the best thing that could have happened to you

𝒞𝒽𝑜𝒾 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔𝒿𝒶𝑒

– when you looked for a tutor you would have never thought that he would become your boyfriend – like you genuinely just didn’t want to fail the class – and youngjae was the biggest help, explaining everything to you over and over again – until one day you found yourself writing him about other things than this literature class – and he asked you if you’d just come over and maybe watch a movie with him after your tutoring session – so slowly you realized that tutoring became an excuse for both of you to spend time with each other – until the exam you were studying for with him was done and you got 96% on it – and you and youngjae found yourself still looking for excuses to hang out – one day y’all just stopped and started to see each other just bc you wanted to – he always invited you over, ordering food for the two of you – you tested out every single delivery service around the campus and made a list with ratings – it kind of became your thing and that’s how you found yourself on his couch at least twice a week – and as time went by your relationship developed into something more serious – you met his friends and also introduced him to your friends – whenever one of his friends celebrated their birthday or something similiar he took you with him – and you both were very well aware which direction this was going – so one night you found yourself in the bathroom of jackson’s dorm, his mouth exploring your neck downwards as you were leaning against the wall – you swear you could hear him mumble a small ‘finally’ under his breath as you two were getting it on – anyways that was not the last time you and youngjae were making out obviously – the next day he officially asked you to be his girlfriend – by now that felt like a lifetime ago – you loved when the tutor in him came out again whenever you had exams coming up – it made you smile so much reminding you off the beginning – you basically live at his place by now – you’re always together – knows exactky where to find you on the campus – he legit plans to marry you as soon as you graduate like he’s deffo in it for the long run

𝐵𝒶𝓂𝒷𝒶𝓂

– your friend and her boyfriend yugyeom told you they found the perfect guy for you – and you agreed to meeting him bc u know they wouldn’t leave you alone – so as you arrive at their dorm this one day you were more than shocked – and so was bambam – “(y/n)????” – so ofc yugyeom and your friend were curious about where you two know each other from – “do you remember that one guy i slept with on the first week of college?” – so a year later you met this one guy again – and you had to admit that your friends weren’t exaggerating – he rlly seemed to be quite perfect for you – so after that you met again, all four of you going to the cinema – and one time you went clubbing with a bigger group – and then a few days later when you visited your friend he was there too – but he never actually asked you to meet up which frustrated you – so one time you asked your friend for his number and just wrote him like – hey bamban will you ever ask me out – not rlly expecting an answer but you at least wanted to try before giving up – and to your surprise he stood in front of your door four hours later – popcorn, nachos and gummies in his hand – “i didn’t know what you prefer” – so finally you and him were alone again and everything was going fine – and.... ofc the one night stand from last year was now not a one night stand anymore – and the two night stand soon became a serious relationship – bambam will always just make fun of you – “what do you mean you don’t understand this class? that’s easy” – you seriously want to kill him sometimes but he doesn’t care – he’ll just give you a fat smooch and says sorry and hope everythings fine then again – you two never are bored together – if you have class together it’ll literally be hilarious – you’ll do anything except for listening to the prof – if you don’t have class together you’re constantly writing – sending each other stupid memes and joke about people from campus – shameless tbh – never says it but he’s so goddamn happy to have you – loves the sex so much but loves you even more – one time he told yugyeom that he can see a future with you and then he cringed at himself but it was the truth hshs

𝒦𝒾𝓂 𝒴𝓊𝑔𝓎𝑒𝑜𝓂

– you met him at Mark’s house party and the way he danced was no joke – attracted to him since day one tbh – the two of you sat on a sofa in a corner the whole evening – while everyone around you was dancing and making out – you talked and shared stories – wondering how you never met him before bc apparently – you both share a lot of the same friends – “What do you mean you know Bambam????” – “This guy from my class, his name is Jackson---” – “JACKSON WANG?” – it clicked immediately – and you wanted to die whenever you looked at him for a bit too long – like he was crazy attractive – many cups of alcohol later you were making out in a bathroom oops – the softest make out ever tho tbh like – he’s all over your neck and sensual and just ugh – making you feel really really good – even after that make out session you spend the rest of the evening together – mark and jinyoung saw you two coming out of the bathroom – the shock on their faces was no joke – “we didn’t even know you two know each other” – anyways after this night you didn’t hear from yugyeom for three days – and you felt so damn stupid for thinking there could’ve been more – until!!! – you suddenly got a text message from him – ‘uhmm hi here’s yugyeom, idk if you gave me your wrong number on purpose but i had to blackmail jaebum to give me your number for three days so if you didn’t want me to contact you just forget i even wrote you in the first place’ – you... gave him your wrong number – immediately texted him back that this was an accident – and from then on yugyeom and you texted all day – ‘you know i really enjoyed the evening with you so if you would like to how about you accompany me tonight to jinyoung’s party?’ – ‘i mean haha only if like’ – ‘no pressure haha’ – the most nervous guy but of course you went to the party with him – surprise - another one of those little bathroom session happened the same night – except for tonight he actually slept in your bed instead of his own – the next day the two of you were just chilling in your bed all day – talking about everything – somehow he takes college very serious which surprised you – so passionate about his major it’s the cutest – it took you and yugyeom some time to finally become a couple – he literally never understands a single thing you explain to him about your major but it’s cute how he tries – same goes for you though, you couldn’t even explain to your mum what exactly his major is about – will proudly take you with him to any party he’s invited to and show you off – the two of you sometimes walk around the campus at night and hold hands and it sounds lame but it’s literally your favorite thing to do – always fantasizing about the future – DAMN to think you almost didn’t go to that party where you met him would have been tragic – bc now you have someone by your side when college gets hard at least and you love him more than anything

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shijiujun · 6 years ago

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history3 ep 7 summary - OMG SO MANY GEMS I DIED OF CUTENESS

i’m tagging my summaries as #history3 spoilers just in case any of you don’t wanna see anything till you get the subs/episodes i’m sorry i didn’t think of it before, there’re a lot of capital letters in this summary the cuteness was ridiculously intense tonight

also i don’t know if you guys watch the live stream on bilibili like i do, but it’s HILARIOUS the comments by the chinese audience are killing me and there’s also this function whereby all the live comments just slide across the screen like this (yes it’s damn difficult to watch the show like this but luckily you can make it translucent while you’re livestreaming, but i do it anyway because it’s COMEDY GOLD):

bar scene: tang yi follows pretty guy to the cctv surveillance room, OMGGGGG I LOVE THE DYNAMIC BETWEEN PRETTY GUY (whose name is Andy by the way) AND TANG YI - Andy asks how did Tang yi know that shit was going to happen in his club, and tang yi doesn’t respond but andy ain’t giving up

andy: “dealing drugs in my club? do they wanna die?”

YAS ANDY YOU GO!!!

andy: “how did you know something was going to happen? you know a cop among them? is it the one you talked about earlier, the one that you’re passionate about?”

tang yi to andy: “YOU deserve someone to be passionate to you.”

and then they shove each other like old friends do i really love it that tang yi has so many friends like the doctor guy and hong ye and everyone else this is the kind of friendship that we should all have

cue to the next scene: shao fei legit JUMPING AND SULKING IN FRONT OF TANG YI’S HOUSE GATE and HE’S WEARING THE FUGLY PINK SHIRT WITH ANOTHER STRIPED SHIRT UNDERNEATH - he’s really sulking and i love it, and then while he’s jumping, tang yi’s car, driven by jack, rolls up and jack just pauses for a moment, then turns to look at tang yi: “it’s officer meng. do you want me to just drive in?”

shao fei guiltily stops his nonsense and POUTS as the car stops, then inside the car tang yi considers this for a moment, before just alighting the car and asking shao fei: “what can i do for you?”

shao fei using the excuse that he needs to talk to tang yi, and then insisting that he can’t talk “here” and this is where THE GEM HAPPENS

they move to this tea shop where shao fei obviously regularly visits cuz the tea shop boss knows him - the tea shop boss comments “you’re wearing a really cute outfit today officer meng” WHILE TANG YI SITS THERE HANDSOMELY LIKE A STATUE HE’S SO DAMN CUTE

and then this is character and relationship development guys, because tang yi isn’t hostile and he isn’t unfriendly, he’s just smiling at shao fei as if he knows exactly why shao fei is here and why he’s sulking - shao fei hasn’t even said or asked anything (although he does look like he really wants to say something a few times) before tang yi VOLUNTARILY tells him:

“his name is andy, he owns the bar and the business is quite good.”

and continues:

“his cocktails taste really good. my relationship with him is very good.”

SHAO FEI’S FACE!!!!!! he’s obviously totally jealous and disappointed but hasn’t said anything, and that’s when tang yi continues:

“...my relationship with andy’s boyfriend is even better”

cue shao fei’s face lighting up!!!!!!! he’s like “that andy really has a bf?!” it lights up like a homing beacon and he asks: “Really?!!!” and it’s to tang yi’s credit and their budding friendship that he doesn’t mock shao fei or anything, he just nods in affirmative and reaches for his phone inside his pocket and finds a photo of andy and his boyfriend for real and gives it to shao fei

shao fei is obviously so relieved, but he tries to hide it by laughing, “why do you have photos of another guy and his boyfriend in your phone?!!!” to which tang yi responds, “i don’t have many friends, i don’t have a lot of photos of friends i can take” and guys i really love this scene, their friendship has really come so far and they’re sitting for tea, no hostility, no ridiculous accusatory questions, it’s just them being friends together

and so since they’re on the topic of ‘friends’, shao fei then comments that he and tang yi are friends too! LOL shao fei so desperately wants to be friends with tang yi it’s fucking hilarious because he doesn’t realise how much he likes tang yi at this point and why he’s so eager to be friends and around tang yi: “i saved your life a few times, you saved my life a few times, you gave me a discount on the suit, i gifted you the skeleton keychain” etc. etc. listing everything they went through tgt in the past few weeks

tang yi got me for a moment there - he holds out his hand, and i thought he was going to shake on that friendship, but when shao fei reaches out for his hand to shake it, tang yi retracts it and goes: “where’s the keychain (ep 1)?”

look at shao fei bb’s smile, he is totes smiling and basking in tang yi’s undivided attention and presence, they’re so cute this is my favourite scene to date - they’re totally flirting, and shao fei totally wants tang yi but he doesn’t know it yet

and then tang yi COMPLIMENTS shao fei’s clothes: “your outfit today looks very good” and idk if he half meant it as like a joke, but he seemed pretty damn sincere and whipped for shao fei to me as his basically saying that shao fei looks cute today

and omg the tone that tang yi uses when he’s speaking to shao fei here? it’s amazing, like liquid honey and tenderness, and ooooh i can tell someone is about to be jealous in the future of the junior, and shao fei is totes oblivious to junior’s crush on him but tang yi? he sees CLEARLY

shao fei laughing at the frog on his shirt, tang yi smiling at shao fei being cute

THEY’RE FRIENDS THEY ARE TOTALLY FRIENDS FUCK THIS SHIT THEY ARE FRIENDS I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL TANG YI WAS CIVIL AND FRIENDLY AND TOTES NICE TO SHAO FEI

wow tang yi and bodydumb scene: tang yi’s about to go jogging and exits his bathroom/room and bodydumb is there - he wants to accompany tang yi on his jog as it’s obviously quite dangerous with whoever is still out there that kidnapped him previously, but tang yi says no, and then bodydumb GRABS tang yi by the arm and wow tang yi’s glaring gaze i could feel it through the screen

and this is the part that everyone doesn’t quite get - i don’t know if i’m reading it wrong but tang yi then says sternly: “i treat you as my brother, but only as my brother, and nothing else” - he walks off and leaves bodydumb behind looking stricken and disappointed (i know i call him bodydumb but if he’s really in love with tang yi and it’s unrequited love or infatuation, i do feel a bit sorry for him)

the chinese audiences live streaming with me - they really didn’t get this curveball either, i think it’s interesting, neither good nor bad but wow a bit confusing too evidently by this screencap while the live screen was going on: see the question marks?!!!!

JOGGING SCENE: this is the cutest thing ever - (shao fei do you not need to work or something you keep turning up) shao fei turns up on tang yi’s jogging route and tang yi doesn’t even look the least bit disturbed, only commenting: “are you skipping work?”

shao fei fulfils his promise of bringing the keychain to tang yi, and then tang yi invites shao fei for a round of jogging to which shao fei replies: “one round? i can do even two rounds!” and then they just start running - they’re totally attracted to each other overtaking themselves - good, healthy competition

as they’re running to a more secluded part, under the bridge, the shooting scene that we saw in the trailer occurs - shao fei sees the suspicious man first (finally!!!! shao fei’s policeman instincts reflected here finally) and grabs tang yi to get down. the shooter does get a shot in which grazes tang yi’s back, and then the shooter walks off (he looks damn suspicious and also a bit incompetent btw) - shao fei is about to give chase, but tang yi says no need, that he’s going home, and shao fei is all: “okay, i’ll protect you!”

then jack went to find zhao zi, he’s waiting for him as zhao zi exits the police station building with the other team members, and he wants to help him cook - his team members try to get jack to go away cuz they’re alr all on the way to lunch, but jack is all “bro, i’m already here?!” and then the team members don’t seem to give too much of a thought to sending zhao zi off with A KNOWN GANG MEMBER? THEY JUST - let jack grab him

zhao zi, jack kidnapped you, don’t say hi to him like you guys have been friends since first grade!!!!!!

omg zhao zi brings him to the house - jack cooks EXACTLY what he cooked him the previous time at the house, and omg thai food

THEY’RE FLIRTING OVER INSTANT NOODLES?!!!

AWWWWWW zhao zi loves his grandma so much, he keeps everything that his grandma gifted him and places everything on the shelf, including a photo of her - PURE LOVE i really like that zhao zi treasures his grandma so much

lol jack is totally scoping the place out like an enemy’s hideout or smth, and profiling zhao zi

jack is going to matchmake zhao zi and a girl - i think it’s totally a ploy to get zhao zi’s number, because the dude totally takes out his phone voluntarily to get jack’s ID and jack obviously is so happy to have his phone number?!!!! and sends him a sticker over LINE

back to tang yi’s house: he’s getting bandaged for his wound by cute and hot doctor, the one that treated shao fei the other time, and then hong ye turns up all panicked and flustered and demands from the doc: “will the injury get infected?!!!”

doc: “you crazy woman, how many years have i treated tang yi? have i ever done my job badly?”

hong ye: “how would i know, maybe your skills have deteriorated?!”

and then shao fei turns up and it’s funny as hell, they obviously know each other and have seen each other a few times over the years because they’re all pointing at each other like “YOU!!!” - the rivalry between them both is real and i am living for it

shao fei: “we’re friends!”

hong ye: “you guys are friends?!!!!”

tang yi: ⊙︿⊙ and then he half sides shao fei, looking to be in a real dilemma though, by saying “he’s HALF a friend!!!!” YAS TANG YI SUPPORT UR HUSBAND

and then immediately after hong ye stalks off angrily, shao fei turns to the doc and guess what, says: “will the injury get infected?!!!”

and the doc is like deja vu - “one just left, and another one appears” LOL hong ye and shao fei’s concern for tang yi, whether they like it or not, mirrors each other

the scene with hong ye and dao yi - cute, I SHIP!!!!! ice cream not-date i love it

police chief is a pretty good boss

POLICE CHIEF U HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT’S COMING WHILE U EAT THAT PIZZA SLICE - everyone is totally avoiding shao fei as he asks to protect tang yi EXCEPT zhao zi, zhao zi you are really A GOOD FRIEND he’s trying his very best to make shao fei’s case for him

really looking forward to tomorrow’s episode i have to say - really liked that they delved a bit into the hong ye x dao yi relationship, and i love the sibling love hong ye has for tang yi, and gosh, that tang yi and shao fei are finally PROGRESSING ON THEIR RELATIONSHIP/FRIENDSHIP - and zhao zi and his grandma? and jack’s interest is all written on his face, and ANDY is an mvp he’s very sexy and hilarious

#history 3: trapped #history3圈套 #history 3: 圈套 #history3: trap #history3 spoilers #summary

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possiblypeachy · 5 years ago

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tea & schemes. (5)

―; summary: Gods are not often found in the library but it seems as though Florence has a talent for finding things that she shouldn’t.

―; pairing: jacob frye x ofc

―; word count: 4.7k (another biggun)

―; warnings: light swearing.

―; A/N: i love a good catalyst (a.k.a. from this point on is when it gets juicy, y’know)!!

this chapter also features jacob being too kind to flor and, each time i write them together, i get closer and closer to making them just like kiss or smth BUT i have to stick to my outline so :(( no smooches yet :((

―; part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

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The headache from her and Evie’s last conversation had not yet left her. It had certainly done a number on her; even Freddy shot the occasional concerned glance toward Lissie over dinner when Florence displayed too much politeness. It was not her— this well-mannered, tame woman— but it is what everyone had wanted of her, so who was she not to give it to them? It was a shame, whatever spirits that watched over her thought, that such a sharp woman had been dulled— like a blade without its care.

She had taken to reading more often, finding that the public library was a quaint enough place for a woman of her status. Now that she had put a barrier between herself and adventure, sitting down with a good book was about as far into her wildest dreams that Florence could delve. While at home, Duncan brought her comfort— even if he seemed to always have that scowl on his face. When the weather would be too terrible to think of going for a walk, he and Florence would sit together near the windowsill, looking for any birds that had the misfortune of flying that day.

Duncan was doing just that, a breeze from the opened window ruffling his whiskers, while his owner read quietly at her desk. She had been mulling over Pride and Prejudice (a terrible book to read when one wants to remove themselves entirely from romance, but it had always been one of Florence’s favourites so she had allowed it) when the tabby began to yowl behind her. She ignored him for a time, now using a finger to trace underneath the lines of writing to keep her focus on the book. The sound of him leaping from the windowsill to the bed was the next thing that broke her concentration. That, and the fact that he continued to meow.

With a sigh, Florence’s shoulders slumped and she paused in her reading. “Duncan, lovely, be quiet; mama’s trying to read.”

“Oh, we’ll try to be quieter. Sorry.”

When it felt like her soul rose from its very body, she lost the page of her book and slammed her hand down onto the desk. A harsh, through-the-teeth “shit!” slipped from her lips and her head hung closer to her body, eyes closed. It was quiet for a few moments, save for a gentle chuckling. Then, Duncan meowed again and Florence finally turned her head, eyes being greeted by her cat leaning into Jacob’s hand, chirruping quite happily with the scratching his head was getting. “You didn’t think to even say ‘hello’ as you came in? Give the window frame a knock?” She rubbed a hand across her brow, huffing out a breath. “You could’ve killed me.”

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” Jacob observed. She heard him take a seat on the bed behind her. Duncan’s purring didn’t cease. In fact, it sounded almost like he had begun to knead the man’s thighs, preparing to, presumably, fall asleep upon them.

Now, one mustn’t discount Duncan the cat as an unimportant element of this story. He had always been a good judge of character, like his human ‘mother’, but had the luck of being born into a feline’s body, meaning no one really expected much from him. On one occasion, one of Freddy’s colleagues had appeared at the door, smelling of liquor, near to the witching hour. Both siblings were still awake; Frederick was preoccupied with some manner of paperwork and Florence had been with Lissie, giggling next to the fireplace over a bottle of wine. Freddy, too polite and concerned for the man’s safety, let him stay in the spare bedroom in the basement until morning, much to Lissie’s (who now had to sleep in a room adjacent to the bloke) displeasure. Duncan, not liking the way he carried himself-- or stood dangerously close to his paws, took it upon himself to make that night a living hell. The man got all of about two hours sleep, constantly interrupted by a hissing tomcat and a fair few bites to the ankles. Lissie was disappointed to see that Duncan had also taken it upon himself to mark his territory in the corners of the room.

‘How does this relate to the tale at hand?’ you ask. Well, Duncan will have you know that that ankle-bitten man ended up breaking a family heirloom out of pure carelessness the next morning and was later discharged from the police force for ‘abuse of power’. Then, he would like to remind you that he is a good judge of character.

Florence knew this, having cared for the dastardly cat for long enough now, which made it so much worse when Duncan had decided that Jacob wasn’t just a good person to have around-- in fact, he was splendid. He’d never had a head scratch like that before!

Her own cat was betraying her to hasten her realisation of the goodness before her.

Terrible.

“I woke up on a perfectly fine side of--” Florence bit on her own words, pulling the stress in her voice back by a leash. Her jaw clenched. “Why are you here, Mister Frye? I don’t have any leads on work and--”

“Ouch.”

She steeled her expression before turning to look at him, hands clamped onto the back of her chair. “What?”

Jacob frowned slightly. Something seemed to be settling in. “Why are you angry with me?”

Upon seeing his genuine worry, Florence’s gaze softened for a moment but, when a flood of reminders to become a better woman flushed her mind, her attention flickered away from him. It returned once more and the honey of her eyes was now hard like bronze. “I’m not angry with you. I’m just preoccupied--”

“With what? Reading--” He moved to peer over her shoulder and, before she could shuffle the book away from his prying sight, he finished with a “-- Pride and Prejudice?” Jacob shot her an incredulous look, brows knitted together, and she looked away. “The Florence I know wouldn’t be… like this.”

Florence swallowed, refusing to look back at him. “Well, perhaps the Florence you know is not who I truly am. Sorry to disappoint, Mister Frye.”

Silence.

Jacob studied her. There was a hint of… something in her eyes: doubt? Insecurity? She wrung her hands together as she went to turn away from him again and it clicked: “Someone has said something to you.”

She felt her stomach flip. Duncan had stopped purring. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“They have, haven’t they? That’s why you’ve started to do all these… ladylike things. Reading, sewing--” He gestured to the broken shirt hung over a nearby chair, “-- and I can tell that you haven’t been out yet today; the bottom of your dress isn’t dusty.”

If one listened closely enough, they could almost hear Florence huff out a laugh. “I do ‘ladylike things’ most of the time; it’s what people want of me.”

He groaned. “But it’s not what you want, is it?”

She went quiet. In an attempt to comfort, Duncan leapt from the bed to the chair, balancing awkwardly before wobbling down onto her lap.

“What did they say?”

Florence felt her resolve weakening. He was too nice to her. “You should probably be elsewhere. You have important things to do for the better of London and I’m not well-enough equipped to help with that.”

All the pieces fell into place and he rolled his head to one side, gaze following his movement. “They’ve put it into your head that you’re not… assassin-y enough to spend time with me?” She gave him one look that said all he needed to know. “Bullshit.” The way in which he contorted his face forced Florence to hide a smile. Damn him. “I have had drinks with Charles Dickens and he is far less capable than you are.”

Hazel eyes bore into her like a fishing hook with her growing grin being the catch. The sight that met his again was warmer-- more like her. “You have not gone to the pub with Charles Dickens.”

Jacob finally gave a smile-- one that they often shared together. “Of course I have! He’s--”

“Oh, fuck off. Don’t you dare lie to me, Jacob Frye.”

He leant his head back to chuckle, a weight lifting off of his chest. “He’s part of a Ghost Club; Evie and I joined it.”

Florence giggled, moving her head to the side as if to keep it from his view. “You’re just digging yourself further into a grave with the stone above it engraved as ‘liar’. I mean, a Ghost Club?” She nodded mockingly at him, eyes narrowed and mouth drawn into a tight smile. “Of course.”

“I’ll take you one day, if only to prove my innocence. I reckon you’d like a good ghost hunt.”

The little rev of Duncan’s chest had returned upon feeling his owner’s body and soul relax beneath him. One of Florence’s hands moved to stroke him gently, content. She felt better-- like she had control again. Perhaps acting differently to how you are is a terrible decision after all.

It was quiet for a small while, during which Jacob simply watched Florence and Duncan, feeling much better about his visit today. Then, she opened her mouth like she was going to say something but stopped herself with a smile. He cocked his head and she sighed, sounding almost relieved. “Thank you, Jacob. Really. I have felt--”

“It’s no problem.” There was a pause. “It’s nice to get away from all the assassin business sometimes. One might call you ‘an escape’.”

“Refreshing like a holiday to the seaside, am I?” Florence raised a brow. Jacob was glad to see the dimple in her cheek again.

He smiled that devious little smile of his. “I wouldn’t know. We’ll have to go together someday, dear Flor.”

She swallowed that rising feeling in her chest and gave a small nod, an impish light flickering wickedly in her eyes. “Certainly-- if my brother allows it.”

“Well,” Jacob clicked his tongue, his lips straightening into a line, “we can kiss goodbye to that idea then.”

Florence hummed, agreeing. It would be terribly scandalous for a young, unmarried woman such as herself to be seen on holiday with a man-- a man below her station, at that. What was she? Some kind of lady of the night? Those were words she could hear her eldest sister, Harriet, say; she had liked Florence and her ‘feminism’ about as much as one likes vomit on their doorstep.

“Everything from before aside,” She began, veering the conversation elsewhere. She sounded kinder now, “what brings you to my humble abode, Jacob?”

He paused for a moment, thinking. Then gave a positively confused look. “I’m not sure actually. I was just passing by and thought that I’d pop in, I suppose.” His mouth formed a lopsided grin when he glanced down to Duncan. “I just couldn’t stay away from little Dee and his charms.”

“Is it impossible for you not to give something a nickname?” Florence asked, exasperated. Duncan seemed fairly happy with the new name, however, made clear in a tired, little ‘mrreow!’ from her lap.

“It makes life more interesting. Plus,” Jacob had that look again-- like he lived to annoy, “the best part of my day is hunting down your brother and calling him anything but ‘sergeant’.”

Florence gave a laugh at this; what kind of sibling would she be if she didn’t find joy in her brother’s misfortune? It wasn’t her problem that he had decided to ally with the Fryes.

With a little sigh, she patted Duncan off of her lap and stood, trying her best to brush the cat fur from her skirt. Although the furrow of her brows was disgruntled, when she glanced at Jacob, her eyes spoke of contentment. “Right then, Jacob. Time spent here is time wasted. Why don’t we go for a walk?”

“Only if you hold my arm like a damsel pining for me.” Jacob raised a brow, eyes wide and an arm held out like the offer he made was meant to be tantalizing.

Florence huffed a laugh out through her nose, shaking her head. “You really do push your luck, Jacob Frye.”

“Oh, but it’s a tempting offer, isn’t it? I have been told that I have a strong arm.”

“By who? The many other women you have doting on you?”

Jacob grinned. “So you count yourself among them? How lovely.”

Florence raised a hand as if to slap his arm and he flinched away, laughing. She gave him a chiding look, though the effect was negated with how her eyes squinted when she smiled, and left the room, leaving him to follow her down the stairs.

Florence had indeed succumbed to the offer of holding his arm as they walked. She insisted that it was to prevent her from becoming a victim of her own clumsiness but Jacob had dismissed that with an unconvinced “of course” and a shit-eating grin.

Walking this closely to him had brought her to the realisation that he was quite a bit taller than her. When he spoke, she noticed that she had to crane her head up a bit to look at his face and, upon coming about this discovery, she soon decided to simply look ahead when replying, as to keep him from realising this debilitating advantage over her. It also birthed the thought of: Good Lord, Evie Frye is a tall woman. Florence classed herself as ‘an average build and height’ for a woman living about London but Evie seemed to just take the cake. Perhaps the air in Crawley encouraged growth?

Their conversation had been idle and quaint for a while, consisting of curious questions about one another. He had learnt that her favourite colour was blue, though she had barely enough dresses in the shade. Florence spoke of her siblings-- all four of them, to which Jacob mentioned he could hardly imagine having one other Evie, let alone three. While speaking of her childhood, there was a brief, melancholic mention of a man called ‘Thomas’ but she breezed over it so quickly that he barely had time to ask about.

She had learnt that the shilling he kept around his neck was a memento of his youth and some kind of good luck charm. When she had asked about his scars, Jacob gave a rather nondescript account of the death of a target ending in a terrible barfight. Florence had worried at him about it, despite it having been an incident years past, but it brought a fond little smile to his face, that feeling squeezing in his chest.

All had been well until they had arrived at a dock in Lambeth. There was a small commotion near some salesman and, as soon as they both heard “Starrick”, Jacob began to tug them closer to the source of the fuss. In an effort to help him better move, Florence pulled her arm away from his and hurried along behind him, muttering apologies to anyone who had the misfortune of being in their way.

Starrick’s Soothing Syrup? What a ridiculous product to sell. She supposed he did have a hand in every industry in London but, goodness, that just didn’t seem safe.

A woman had started a row with the man, pointing angrily to a rather… unhealthy looking man behind her. He seemed to be on the verge of violence-- so did the lady, if one speaks honestly-- so Jacob, giving a brief gesture for Florence to stay there, moved towards them. Immediately, upon Jacob uttering a few words, the bloke pulled a knife on him, to which he swatted hit away. Despite the danger, Florence gave a little laugh; it was clear that a little shiv would be the least of Jacob’s concern. It was then that the salesman was off, running down the dock.

Jacob sighed, then turned to look between Florence and the woman, saying a simple: “If you’ll excuse me, ladies” before sprinting off himself.

The pair of women stood in silence for a few moments, simply staring after him.

“Your fella is quite the athlete.” The woman broke the silence, sight flickering toward Florence.

Florence gave a small smile, bemused by the whole ordeal. “I… suppose he is.” Her brows were furrowed, unconvinced of her own stance, and the woman gave her a strange look before moving away to the sick man a few metres back.

Well.

She stood on the Lambeth docks for a while longer, unsure of what to do with herself.

Perhaps a visit to the library would be fine.

Florence had come to enjoy the library, regardless of whether or not she was there to appear more womanly or not. It was quiet and smelt of old books-- a scent that she thinks not enough people give credit to. Only rarely was she disturbed and most often it was by the librarian’s assistant; she was the librarian’s wife and looked so much like a sweet, little mouse that Florence could whole-heartedly say that she would trust the woman with her life, despite only having spoken to her a handful of times.

Having ran her fingers along the spines of books for long enough, Florence finally pulled from the shelf ‘The Woman in White’ and took a seat at a nearby table, nestled into the corner of the building beside a window. There were only a few other people around: a pair of ladies a few tables across, the librarian organising the shelves; if all went as she wanted, she would go undisturbed for the couple of hours she would stay here.

However, a few chapters into her book, her plans seemed to have been sabotaged.

“She was a Fairy, a Sylph, I don’t know what she was - anything that no one ever saw, and everything that everybody ever wanted.”

Florence placed a thumb on the page she was at and looked up. She met a pair of brilliantly green eyes-- like a meadow begging to be explored. The owner of the eyes gave her a small, gentlemanly smile and nodded to the seat across from her, silently asking to sit.

She gestured to it as acceptance then glanced at the book he held in his hands. “David Copperfield.”

The man nodded. “Indeed. One might think that Dickens looked to you for inspiration for those words.”

Now, Florence was never one to turn down compliments directed at her. In fact, some might say that the young woman had somewhat of an ego heaving along with her. Though, it was rare to be so openly and publicly worshipped by a man so… beautiful. If his eyes had not already been enough to intrigue her, the gentle curl of his blonde locks made a part of her being swoon. He had a strange kindness to his features, what with the permanent upward curl of his lips and the graceful glint he held in his gaze.

Well, if she was to marry someone, he may as well look like that.

“Might I ask your name, sir?” Florence’s head tilted somewhat, the smile that her mother had taught all of her daughters carefully drawn upon her lips.

Now sat across from her, he closed the book and interlocked his fingers in front of him, gaze never leaving hers. It was almost overwhelming how dutifully he kept eye contact. “Willard Molyneux-Herbert, madam-- third son to the Earl of Carnarvon.” He held a hand out and Florence placed her own within his grip. Willard, that quirk to his lips still there, drew her hand upwards and placed a gentle kiss to the back of it. “A pleasure.”

Florence had to look away for a moment to quell the rising heat in her cheeks but Willard appeared to have already noticed this and had a rather pleased, feline grin painted across his features. She silently chided herself; she would not be the blushing maiden. She would not.

“I’m afraid I don’t have as much grandeur to my name, Mister Molyneux-Herbert.” Willard quirked a brow upwards, asking her to continue regardless. “I’m Florence Abberline. It’s lovely to make your acquaintance.”

Upon hearing her name, something in his eyes changed but the softness to his expression never left. She stopped herself from narrowing her eyes at this difference in demeanour. “Florence is a beautiful name, Miss Abberline. It’s root, I believe, is Latin: floreo-- meaning ‘to flourish or blossom’. It is suiting for a woman so much like a flower herself.”

“Well,” Florence began, her mind slowly beginning to unpick his mood and mannerisms piece by piece, “I’m sure Willard has just as lovely of a meaning--”

“‘Strong desire’. Willard means ‘strong desire’.” His eyes were boring into hers and something began to unsettle Florence. He was very… full-on; even the women from the table nearby had gone into frenzied whispering about their interactions. What would Freddy say?

Silence fell over them for a few moments and now his eyes, rather than meadows, felt more like pits to fall in. That smile hadn’t yet left either; he looked like a wolf-- a predator. Why was he speaking with her? A library was not the place to try to court a woman. Florence couldn’t help but feel as if something darker was afoot.

If Duncan was here, she was sure that he’d agree.

One of her hands moved down to rub her clammy palm against her dress, though her expression showed no sign of discomfort. If anything, she made herself look more like a flustered young lady, eyes rather daringly studying each aspect of his face. Willard seemed to revel in this. “What brings you to my corner of the library, Mister Molyneux-Herbert?”

For a moment, the man appeared to be taken aback by the query. She could see him rack his mind for an answer before smoothly replying with: “When one is perusing the library’s stock and sees such a beauty between the shelves, they shouldn’t dismiss the opportunity to introduce themselves.”

Florence’s mind drifted to Jacob; he was forward but… not like this. His way exuded charm and the kind of playfulness that was born from a want for friendship-- companionship. Willard, despite his physical perfection, had something dangerous lurking beneath the surface, she was sure of it.

Or was she?

Perhaps she was just being paranoid. He had been nothing but kind since first speaking to her. Maybe this was just how men acted while courting someone properly? Florence, herself, had never experienced a formal process of ‘courting’, though she could barely see how love could come from such hungry stares. She felt small near him-- like she was a woman beneath him-- but she couldn’t deny the draw of Willard’s beauteous aura.

“You are very forward, sir.” She observed. Florence’s eyes now fought against his for dominance; she had finally found her feet once again. Half of her hoped that her straightening posture would weaken his resolve but if anything it seemed to egg him on-- the acceptance of a challenge gleaming in his eyes.

“One must be if they are to have any chance with a lady such as yourself, Miss Abberline. I imagine you have all manner of suitors knocking at your door.” The way in which he said that felt almost insincere-- mocking.

Florence smiled sadly, though she felt none of the true emotion. “You think too highly of me, Mister Molyneux-Herbert.”

“I do not think highly enough of you, madam. Say,” a brow quirked upwards and he unclasped his hands, showing both of his palms to her as if to ask if she would take them in her grasp, “would it be too brash of me to ask for you to meet me here once again tomorrow? There is not enough time left for me today to truly convince you of your own splendour.”

Florence had not yet taken his hands and, with the way his fingers twitched, he seemed to be getting increasingly agitated by the prospect of being turned down. However, when a courteous smile graced her features, he relaxed somewhat. “Certainly. I’ll be here again at midday, if that suits your needs.”

“Anything you do shall suit my needs, my lady.” He grinned in that wolfish way again and Florence bit back a grimace, rather replacing it with a blush to the cheeks and a shy look away. Willard was pleased with that. “It pains me to say it but I must be off. I have parliamentary business to attend to--” he glanced to her as he stood, hoping that his flash of power would weaken her knees, “-- and a dinner party to host tonight. I shall see you again tomorrow.” He gave a small nod of his head and, with that, was away-- a pride to his stride that made Florence frown behind him.

Rather appropriately, a bout of goosebumps arose on Florence’s arms upon being left in the wake of his being. Something wasn’t right but she just couldn’t put her finger on it. He was undoubtedly a charming man and took the hearts of many women (the ladies to her left seemed quite taken with him, whenever jealousy wasn’t dampening their expression) but there was something ungodly about him-- about the way he ate her with his eyes. She would have to tell Freddy about this when she got back home, though she doubted he would--

“Excuse me, miss?” The librarian’s assistant coaxed her from her daze by waving a small slip of paper before her. Florence blinked herself away from her thoughts and gave the sweet young woman a smile, asking her to continue. “Have you dropped this? I found it on the floor near the table as I was tidying.”

“No, that isn’t mine” is what she should’ve said, had she not been a woman who enjoyed noseying through other people’s possessions. Instead, she gave a laugh, as if to say ‘oh, silly me!’ before taking the paper from her. Honey eyes flickered down to it briefly but she simply mentioned: “Thank you, Miss. I couldn’t have left without this” before standing from her seat and hurrying out of the library.

Now out on the street-- Willard not in sight-- Florence began to unfold the paper, walking rather determinedly toward the bridge to cross the Thames. Despite Willard having been the son of an Earl, his handwriting was terrible, though she suspects it was all written in haste.

Oh, Florence had a beautiful degree of luck.

It was a slip of paper with answers to enquiries about Frederick Abberline written upon it: his schedule, where he lived, who he lived with. Florence’s own name and the word ‘sister’ had been circled a great number of times, alongside a small scribbling that she frequented the library as of late. A shiver shot up her back; someone had been watching her? How… concerning.

At this point, she decided that it was likely in her best interest to get into a carriage the rest of the way home, lest she get kidnapped off of the street. Upon paying for a driver, Florence settled into her temporary safety and continued to examine the slip. Near the end, his writing was illegible but, with much difficulty, she was able to make out the words ‘revenge’ and something about Willard’s brother. She gave a thoughtful hum, flicking the corner of the sheet with her index finger until all the dots connected-- well, connected as well as they could.

If she could recall correctly, Freddy, about a month ago, had mentioned about the arrest of quite an upper-class man-- a doctor. He had been doing decidedly inhumane things and was detained in his own home, much to the chagrin of his family. One of his brothers-- maybe Willard?-- had been aggressively vocal throughout the whole ordeal, though Freddy never gave any names during his brief account of the scene. She would have to discuss this with her brother when she finally got home.

Perhaps herself and Jacob would be working together again soon.

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