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Scarabia x MC! Like Charlie Morningstar
⊹Synopsis ⊹ೃ 🏜⋆The Scarabia boys with an MC! or Yuu like Charlie Morningstar.
⊹Relationship ⊹ೃ 🏜⋆Fall in love / free of interpretation.
⊹Fem! MC/Yuu/Reader ⊹ೃ 🏜⋆
⊹Clarifications: This scenario is based on my own analysis of Charlie in the series, adding some information to give more meaning to the story.
⊹Charlie's Analysis ⊹ೃ 🏜⋆
• Charlie is a kind and generous person, despite her obvious royal status she does not take advantage of it and also finds it "mean" if she used her status to intimidate other people, she tends to be completely disinterested unless she is in a desperate or dangerous situation with their loved ones. Charlie is a sensitive, very artistic and dreamy person who enjoys musicals, plays, shows and entertaining movies. She is a firm believer in second chances and always strives to understand the tastes and hobbies of others even if they are not entirely to her taste. When she hurts someone else's feelings she tends to exaggerate the situation and blame herself excessively even if it's not a big deal and she tries to make up for her mistake. She is quite skilled when it comes to her supernatural abilities and immense power but curiously she doesn't usually brag about it. and notably prefers to be "simple" and act like a less powerful person. Returning to her emotional sensitivity, Charlie is usually a pacifist but will not hesitate to use her immense power to defend her loved ones even if that includes sacrificing herself or hurting her enemy (only hurting because she is incapable of killing) and intimidating anyone if it is necessary only because of her love for "her people" even if she knows that they would not do it for her, it is easy for her to connect with people thanks to her pure heart.
Kalim Al-Asim
☀️ (Charlie and Emily Interaction 2.0) Kalim is very similar to you, you may be a little less childish but you are both innocent rays of sunshine who like to make others happy.
☀️ Kalim usually drags you with him everywhere to show you things he thinks you will like and you are delighted to see his thousands of animals and all his family's treasures and all the legends that follow them.
☀️ YOU TWO ARE THE LIFE OF THE PARTY, since you are splendid in singing and entertainment activities and Kalim in the organization and planning of banquets and parties... THE DUO IS PERFECT!!! You complement his skills and even help Jamil get at least 5 minutes of rest!
☀️ We all know that Kalim can be a little messy, but on the contrary you have an ENTIRE ITINERARY ORGANIZED IN YOUR HEAD so you usually remind him of certain things he must do and appease many of his extravagant desires with kindness and before Jamil explodes. (Jamil thanks you)
☀️ Kalim realizes some time later that you use your sorcery skills for similar things to what he does! For example, you light light bulbs for Halloween decorations or create fireworks at larger celebrations, it is something that fascinates him because often you hardly use them for anything and he thinks they are very cool!
☀️ At first your little panic attacks surprise him, because he thought you were much more relaxed... Seeing your VERY few moments of pure anger, the poor thing is terrified to see you so angry and your powers almost destroying everything around... fortunately It hasn't happened more than twice and you've never hurt anyone.
☀️ Kalim sees that you are a cheerful and very kind and generous soul like him, you both definitely have certain ideas of "justice" and "redemption" in common.
☀️ The first time he participates in your trust exercises he can tell that you and Jamil were the people he would trust the most, you were too honest to tell him that and Jamil... Well it's Jamil.
☀️ Kalim is a little curious when you introduce him to your two butlers, they look like goats in his eyes but you correct him and tell him that this is just a more friendly and functional way of looking, when you decide to show. Kalim the true form of the goats... THEY ARE TWO HUGE INFERNAL DRAGONS??!!! He is excited and offers to fly with you on his magic carpet, now imagine how terrified all of Scarabia is to see two dragons flying with their dorm leader through the sky... (RIP Jamil viper)
☀️ So you and Kalim are nicknamed "The Sun and the Rainbow of Night Raven College" and you both take care of and cheer up others together!
Jamil Viper
🐍 Upon meeting you and seeing how naive you seemed he clearly takes advantage of this, using his unique magic on you seeing that you're never particularly as alert as you should be since you arrived at Twisted Wonderland.
🐍 He is surprised by those two goats that follow you and Grimm wherever you go and how they are so protective of you, you explain to him that they are your twin butlers and that your dad gave them to you to guarantee your safety and he doesn't know what to think... why a couple of little goats???
🐍 However, the times he interacts with you while you are not under his control, Jamil can see that in addition to being naive, you are too helpful and kind, offering to help him with his tasks and duties in Scarabia and with Kalim.
🐍 At the time of the Overblot and being sent to the farthest corner of Scarabia, you asked the Octavinelle boys and Kalim to "ride" your two little butlers. Their surprise was pleasant when both goats turned into... COLOSSAL INFERNAL DRAGONS... Floyd he's having fun and Azul is terrified... (I know it doesn't have much to do with Jamil but I had to add Razzle and Dazzle's transformation)
🐍 Also during his Overblot Jamil was able to see for the first time what your anger was like (unleashed by feeling betrayed and Jamil's horrible audacity in controlling Kalim, who fully trusted him) and your powerful chaotic witchcraft, fortunately you have a law of "Not hurting anyone" and you only dedicated yourself to tiring and stunning him until Octavinelle and Kalim's boys hit a final blow.
🐍 After that, Jamil thought that you would be willing to give him some kind of punishment with that powerful "magic" of yours, however his eyes widened when he saw how you extended your hand towards him and talked to him about a second chance.
🐍 From then on he has tried to be as formal as possible, both for your status and for your sensitive personality (He doesn't want to feel a couple of fireworks breaking his eardrums again).
🐍 Every time he discovers more facets of you, your cheerful, almost invasive personality sometimes reminds him of Kalim and he only torments himself thinking that he will have to take care of you too.
🐍 Luckily for him, you are much more responsible and calm than Kalim and you are often the one who gently convinces Kalim to stop his extravagant ideas and he thanks you (not out loud).
🐍 On the other hand, Jamil sometimes doesn't know what to think about you since you listen to him when he starts rambling about his childhood and his desire to be even better than Kalim... And you're also sane enough to remind him that it's not Kalim's fault that Jamil is forced to take care of him 24/7 and that in reality Kalim is just a spoiled child who is too innocent and a bit ignorant to realize that maybe he forgets to give Jamil some space and quiet.
🐍 YOU EVEN PROMISE THAT WHEN YOU ARE THE RULER OF YOUR HOUSEHOLD YOU WILL HELP HIM STOP BEING A SERVANT OF THE ASIM FAMILY. (I see Charlie capable of this, sorry)
🐍 He definitely takes on the role of your protector out of will, seeing that you are perhaps too pure to be there and be labeled with the "Villains".
🐍 You catch him off guard when you say with the purest of smiles and the most honest words that it doesn't bother you when people call you "Villain" because all of them, including him, are your people... they are your family...
🐍 In the end he appreciates your company and your firm beliefs, he strives to make you understand that sometimes you cannot give a second chance to certain people but you always show him the opposite, you become his refuge and a cloth for tears because you are so pure that he He knows that you will never take advantage of his weaknesses.
Nymph's Note:
Charlie is my favorite character from Hazbin Hotel, since this is my first writing I hope you will forgive my mistakes because English is not my native language, I hope you liked it... And I have been thinking about doing one of these for Malleus! As the SIMP No. 1 of Malleus, I feel like an MC! like Charlie would be the perfect Yuu to be the darling of the cute dragon boy!
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!
Remember to tune in, end of this broadcast!
Scarabia Dorm x MC! Like Charlie Morningstar Done! ⊹ೃ 🏜⋆
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#twst wonderland#hazbinhotel#charlie morningstar#hazbin charlie#twisted wonderland headcanons#scarabia#yuu x malleus#kalim al asim#jamil viper x reader#jamil viper#disney twisted wonderland#reader x character#jamil x reader#kalim x reader#scarabia x reader#twst jamil#twst kalim#twst overblot
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Happy new years Vix! May I request Chishiya and arisu on new years post borderlands? It can be head canons or scenarios, whichever you want:)
—☆ NEW YEAR'S WITH THEM !
characters included; chishiya shuntaro & arisu ryohei
notes; i dont rlly celebrate new year's but <33
taglist; lmk if u wanna b on it !
CHISHIYA SHUNTARO
Of course, Chishiya wasn't the one to celebrate New Year's. It was just a celebration to honour the passage of time, an unrelenting reminder.
He wasn't ever joyful on this occasion at all, he simply didn't see the reason as to why any sane person would even want to celebrate getting older.
However, if you were really excited about the holiday then Chishiya wouldn't mind celebrating it.
He didn't know much about the holiday except for the fireworks that are set to go off at 12AM. He remembered that when he was a kid, his parents would take him out to celebrate it with the fireworks. As time went by, he simply stopped going out.
Chishiya isn't the one for extravagance, his idea to celebrate the beginning of the new year were very mundane and simple.
After his shift ended at the hospital, he arrived at your door, requesting you to come with him.
You agreed, it was still quite early in the night — 10PM. You grabbed your jacket and rushed to his car.
'What's the occasion?' you had asked him. Obviously, you knew the answer to his question but you wanted to hear about it from him.
Unfortunately for you, Chishiya just replied with 'nothing much.'
The first thing Chishiya did was take you to your favourite restaurant and order you your favourite food. He didn't care how expensive it was, he just wanted to give you a good time.
Then, once the twelfth hour was nearing, he took you to one of the most popular sites in Japan to watch the fireworks.
He wasn't the one for loud crowds but exceptions were made for you.
As you and the many other citizens of Japan counted down the final seconds, Chishiya couldn't help but enamour.
Once the clock hit 12, you wrapped your arms around Chishiya. He reciprocated the action but he also connected his lips with yours, pulling you into a kiss.
ARISU RYOHEI
Arisu's plan for the upcoming new year celebration was to spend it at the bar with Karube and Chota. He invited you along too.
You agreed, you really enjoyed the company of his friends as they did too.
At around 11, Arisu came to your house and you both walked to the bar, hands interlocked with each other's.
Every now and then, Arisu would try and crack up jokes just to see your smile.
Once you both arrived at the bar, you were greeted by his friends who both pulled you into a comforting hug.
The entirety of the night was spent with Karube offering you all free drinks and the both of them telling rather embarrassing stories about Arisu.
Sometimes, really drunk people would hit on you and that would cause Arisu to be filled with rage.
Of course, you rejected them and told them you're already taken. However, Arisu would get into a really sour mood afterwards and would be really clingy.
He would have an arm draped across your shoulder and would try to pepper you with kisses all over your cheeks.
As the countdown began, you were eagerly counting down the seconds. Arisu di the same but his eyes would nervously glance from the clock to your lips for a few moments.
Once it reached 12, you would turn to Arisu and pull him into a kiss. He was startled by your sudden action but reciprocated it, nonetheless.
When you both pulled apart, he'd mumble a small greeting to you and kiss you once again.
#imawa no kuni no alice#alice in borderland#alice in borderland imagines#alice in borderland x reader#chishiya alice in borderland#arisu ryohei x reader#arisu imagines#arisu ryohei imagines#arisu ryohei#arisu x reader#kento yamazaki#chishiya shuntaro#chishiya x reader#chishiya imagine#aib chishiya
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Hihi!! Since requests are open, i was wondering if i could request some dating headcanons for Sun Wukong and Macaque?? Please and thank you! I hope you are having an excellent day / night <3
꒰୨୧﹒Lego Monkie Kid - Dating Hcs for Sun Wukong and Macaque
Absolutely!! It's my pleasure, and I hope you're having an excellent day/night as well
Warnings: None
Sun Wukong
• You didn't know what to expect when you got into a relationship with the one and only Monkey King, so you were a bit surprised to discover that he was surprisingly casual. Despite his typically flamboyant nature, he doesn't attempt to go all out with extravagant dates and expensive gifts (he might if it's a special occasion). He wants to keep things simple and down-to-earth with you
• His love language when giving is words of affirmation. He loves giving you praise, compliments, encouragement, and motivation to help get you through the day. He puts so much thought and care into everything he says and it's the sweetest thing
• His love language when receiving is physical touch. He loves it when you hug him, scratch him behind his ears, pet his head, give him soft, slow kisses all over his body, all that good stuff
• Speaking of physical touch. There is soooo much physical affection with this man. One of his favorite things to do is to wrap his tail around you and pull you close to his side. He loves feeling you melt against him upon contact. He also enjoys carrying you in his arms (and ofc, it's a princess carry bc he's a bit cheesy like that)
• He doesn't mind PDA (in fact he seems to enjoy it quite a bit), so even if you're in public, he'll give you all the hugs and kisses you want if you're comfortable with it
• Expect cheesy pick-up lines/puns. He uses the classic "It looks like you've fallen for me" line after not-so-subtly tripping you with his tail
• He also likes to gently sneak up behind you, slowly place his hands over your eyes, and whisper "guess who" into your ear. He may overuse this a bit, but he loves it when you play along
• Petnames galore! He's constantly experimenting with petnames, taking mental notes of your reactions to each of them and seeing which ones work best. Some examples of ones that he's tried are "peach blossom," "sunshine," and "firework"
• He has trouble opening up to you. With his almighty status and years of heroic deeds in his resume, he's taught himself to bottle up his emotions. If he's feeling upset or anxious, he'll either work to distract himself or distance himself. It may take some time to get him to properly communicate, so you're going to have to be patient with him
• Part of him gets jealous if someone else "steals" your attention away from him. Deep down, he likes it when your attention is on him and him alone. He won't say anything, but there'll be pouting from his end. If you try to question him about it, though, he'll deny being jealous
• When you need some fresh air or a getaway from stress, he'll take you on cloud rides! The clouds are incredibly soft, so sometimes you two will take naps on them
• When you two are cuddling, he'll tell your stories of all his past adventures. He has a natural talent for storytelling, especially with his strangely impressive ability give each "character" distinct voices
• He adores going to festivals with you! Having the love of his life there makes them infinitely more fun. You two play games, buy tons of snacks, look through all the goods for sale, and, if there's music, dance together. Nights like those are always ones that you never forget
Liu’er Mihou/Macaque
• Don't misunderstand, Macaque may seem rough around the edges, but he is a HUGE softie!! He isn't very experienced with romance, meaning he may not always know what he's doing, but he does his best to make it enjoyable for the both of you.
• His love language when giving is acts of service. He enjoys doing nice things for you such as cooking for you, carrying your belongings when you're in public, or helping you fall asleep
• His love language when receiving is quality time. As cliché as it may be, his favorite moments are the ones spent with you (bonus if there's no one else around). Home is an ideal spot for you two to spend time together, as you live in a secluded area where no one can bother you
• Hear me out… Macaque being a plant nerd. When you two are on walks, he'll nonchalantly point out all the unique flowers and plants that he sees. He doesn't want to annoy you with "unnecessary information" so he'll only mention their names before moving on, but if you ask him to tell you more about the plant, he'll internally be thrilled by the chance to flex his knowledge
• Protective, not to the point where it's overbearing, of course. He doesn't want anything to happen to you. After all, you're the best thing that's ever happened to him. If he's feeling anxious for your safety, he'll send one of his shadow clones to look after you
• If you're up for it, he'll train you to ensure that you can defend yourself if he isn't there to protect you.
• He's constantly looking out for you. He wants to ensure that you're taking care of yourself. Did you get enough sleep? Are you feeling alright? Have you eaten today? It's almost impossible to get anything past him
• On the contrary, he spends so much time looking after you that he forgets to check in on himself, so PLEASE be sure to give him attention as well. Treat him to something nice (bathes are a good place to start) or tell him how much you love and appreciate him
• Surprise, he has a nice singing voice! It's low and melodious with a calming aura that helps you relax. He doesn't really sing on his own, but he'll do it if you ask him to
• He's hesitant on physical affection, but once he gets a dose of it, he begins to crave it more and more. He hadn't realized how touch-starved he was. At first, he won't say anything about it in fear of scaring you off, but he'll begin to open after some continued reassurance
• You're one of the only people who has seen him without his glamour. The first time was an accident and he hadn't meant for you to see him, but after he realized that you still loved him, he was less self-conscious about not wearing his glamour around you
• He prefers making you gifts as opposed to buying them. Cards, bouquets, food, jewelry, you name it. He wants to make you feel special by putting his own spin on everything he gives you
Hope this is good!
#lego monkie kid#lmk#sun wukong x reader#macaque x reader#romantic hcs#dating hcs#headcanons#askblog#askbox is open#vynnytypesstuff
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Dirty Little Secret (10) // JTK
Characters: Jake x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Fluff, angst, mentions of pregnancy and miscarriage, sex, p in v sex, teasing, I'm sure there's more that I'm forgetting so let me know if I did.
Author's Note: Final chapter is here. Thank you for all the love for this series!
–2 Years Later–
Jake anxiously taps his foot as he waits for Danny to show up. Pulling out his phone, he checks the time. He’s twenty minutes late, how can he be late? But as he locks his phone and stuff it back into his pocket, he hears the bells jingle indicating someone’s arrival. Looking up he sees Danny shuffling inside the coffee shop as he smiles and nods his head at an elderly woman as she exits the building.
“I’m so sorry that I’m late.” Danny says as he slides into the booth. Jake slides over a coffee and Danny reaches for a couple sugar packs on the table. “I made sure to leave at a reasonable time before rush hour traffic hit–apparently I didn’t time it correctly.” He pours the two sugar packets into his coffee and stirs it with a spoon. “So.. What did you want to talk about?”
“Umm..” Jake digs into his other pocket and pulls out a small black box before sliding it across the table to Danny. Danny picks up the box and flips open the lid.
“Oh wow..” He breathes. “Jake, if I knew how you felt all this time, I would’ve spoken up sooner.” He jokes.
“Ha ha, very funny..”
Danny closes the box and hands it back to Jake. “You for sure want to do this?” He asks.
Jake nods his head. “Yeah.. I don’t want to wait.” He says. “Last time I thought waiting was a good idea just because of the band and everything–but this time around? I don’t want to waste any more time.”
“Is this something that she wants too?” Danny questions as he lifts his coffee up to his lips to take a drink. “Something you two talked about?” He sets his coffee back down and leans back into the booth.
Jake nods his head again and stirs a spoon in his coffee. “Yeah, we’ve talked about it–and I may or may not have caught her looking at rings.”
Danny smiles and chuckles. “I might have seen her pin a couple on her pinterest.” He says. Jake raises his eyebrows. “What? Yes, I use that. I save recipes to try when I’m home.” He says before taking another drink of his coffee. Jake chuckles and picks up his coffee. “Do you have an idea of when you want to ask her?”
“In a couple days.” He says. “We leave for our tour in a week and I know if I don’t do it soon, I won’t have another chance for another six months to a year.”
Danny nods his head and straightens up. “Need help at all?” He says. “I’m sure I can talk to Jenny and ask her to keep (Y/N) busy while you do what you gotta do?”
“Do what I gotta do?” Jake questions.
“Well, I don’t know what you have planned.”
“I know she doesn’t like extravagance so obviously I’ll stray away from fireworks,” He chuckles. “I think I’ll cook a simple dinner at home.”
“Ahh, so no public displays of affection?” Daniel questions.
“And let myself be embarrassed in public if she says no?” Jake scoffs. “I’d rather be made a fool in my own home than let random people pity me.”
Daniel smiles and shakes his head. “She won’t say no..” He says. “Though I take it you won’t need my help?”
“No, I will.” Jake says as he straightens up in the booth. “I need you to keep her out of the house–keep her occupied–just long enough for me to get what I need for dinner and get it ready–”
“--And yourself.”
“Yes, myself included.”
Danny finishes off his coffee. “Well, I’ll do all that I can. Just let me know exactly when and I will keep her occupied until you’re ready.”
“Before you go,” Jake says as he leans forward onto the table. “There’s one more thing I want to ask of you.”
“Uh oh..” Daniel chuckles.
Jake smiles. “Nothing bad, I promise.” He says. “I want to ask for your blessing–as my brother and her best friend.”
“If I even said ‘no’, would you have listened?” Daniel inquires.
“Probably not.” Jake says, making Daniel laugh.
Daniel nods his head and reaches for his wallet. He pulls out a twenty dollar bill and sets it on the table. “Coffee’s on me,” He says as he stands up from the table. “And yes, you do have my blessing.” He says giving Jake a smile before walking away and leaving the coffee shop.
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Jake leans against the kitchen counter as he flips through a recipe book. He wanted something different. Something neither of you have had or tried before. Hearing the front door opening, he quickly closes the book and stuffs it back on the shelf in the cupboard. You step into the kitchen and dump your shopping bags on the counter.
“What did you do–wipe every store clean?” He jokes.
“Feels like it.” You say.
He chuckles and takes back his credit card that you hold out for him. “Did you max it out?”
“Luckily no.” You say making him smile.
“Well show me, love, what did you buy?” He says, putting his card back into his wallet.
“I think it might be best if I show you.”
“I mean..” He says as he turns back to face you. “How else will I know what you’ve gotten?” But the smirk that’s plastered to your face tells him exactly what you have planned. “Oh..”
You slowly nod your head and pick up the bags before disappearing from the kitchen. “Are you coming or not?” You call from the stairs.
Jake grabs his beer bottle and finishes off the rest before dropping it into the trash can. “Yes, I’m coming.” He says before leaving the kitchen and following you upstairs.
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“Last outfit!” You call from the closet.
Jake groans and lets his head fall back into the pillows. He doesn’t groan out of boredom but out of the sheer agony. You’re killing him with the things you’ve been showing him. He thought he was going to be seeing dresses you’ve bought or new shirts, maybe new jeans or shoes. Or possibly new hats to add to your growing collection. It only makes sense that if he has so many hats, then you can too. To which he adores.
“I beg, please no more.” He says as he crosses his legs and sits up back on the bed.
He hears your sweet giggle from inside the closet followed by your voice, “The last one, I promise. I thought maybe these would excite you.”
“That’s the problem.” He says.
You appear in the doorway of the closet and lean across it. “But I’m sure you’ll like this one,” You say, hugging your robe close to your body. “I think it might even become your favorite.”
“Nothing can replace your little red number.”
“Are you sure about that?” You say as you slowly untie your robe.
Sliding the robe down your shoulder, you see his eyes slowly grow in size as he begins to realize that what you’re wearing underneath your robe is simply… Nothing. His breath catches in his throat when the robe falls from your body and pools on the floor by your feet.
Obviously it isn’t the first time that he’s seen you naked. Just the element of surprise is what takes his breath away. “Now it’s only fair that I’m not the only one who is naked.” You say as you strode up to him.
“Oh?”
Standing up from the bed, he reaches for the hems of his shirt and pulls it over his head. He pulls you and kisses you hard. You work to untie his linen pants as his hands find refuge in cupping your breasts. You breathe a moan as he twists your nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. You shove down his pants along with his boxers. He springs forth between the two of you.
“I told you it would be your favorite.” You whisper against his lips.
“I’ve been like this since the moment you walked out in the skimpy, little sundress,” He says as he hoists you up on his waist and carries you to the bed. “Who are you trying to impress with that dress, hmm?” He asks, lying you on the bed. “There is no way I’m ever letting you out of the house wearing that.”
“Maybe I bought it just for you.” You say, dragging your hands down his back and clawing deeply. He ruts his hips into yours as he kisses you again. Your lips move in sync before he pushes his tongue into your mouth. You feel his hand travel down your middle and to your center. He groans against your lips when he feels just how wet you’ve become.
As much as he wants to fuck you right now, he can’t. Danny’s supposed to be picking you up soon to keep you occupied while he carries out his little plan. Hearing the doorbell ring, he silently sings out praises in his head before pulling free of you.
“Danny’s here..”
You whine and pull him back down on top of you. “Make him wait.”
The doorbell rings again, more intensely than before. Jake chuckles and pries himself out of your arms before sliding off the bed and retrieving his shirt. “I’ll go let him in. You get dressed–and not in that sundress.”
“Ready to go?” Danny says as you make your way down the stairs.
“Do I have to go put-putting with you?”
He chuckles. “Yes you do. We haven’t hung out lately and I miss you.”
“But put-put?”
“Oh hush, you always complain at first and then end up having so much fun.” Danny says as he grabs your wrist and drags you to the door. Your silent plea for Jake’s help only makes him chuckle as he waves goodbye to you.
Once he sees Danny’s car disappear from view of the house, Jake makes a beeline for the kitchen and grabs the cookbook again and skims the pages again until he finds a recipe that he knows that neither of you have tried before. Reading the ingredients he would need, he quickly runs to the pantry and gathers what you do have at the house and sets them on the counter.
“Chicken.. Chicken..” He mumbles as he digs through the big freezer in the garage. “Steak, no. I need chicken. Chicken breasts. Ha! Hmph..” His shoulders drop when he realizes he picked up a frozen pack of more steak. “How much fucking steak do we have?” Having no such luck finding what he needs, he closes the freezer and runs back inside to retrieve his keys and wallet.
Scanning the meat aisle, he clicks his tongue in a song-like pattern until he finds the chicken breast. Snatching up a couple packs, extra for whenever you two might want some later on. Making his way back through the store to check out, he pauses when he sees a little boy tugging at the pant leg of who Jake assumes is his father. He holds up a candy bar for the man to see and gives him the biggest pouting lip Jake has ever seen a kid before. There’s not a doubt in his mind he would give in to that face if that kid were his.
He continues to watch as the man chuckles and takes the candy bar from the little boy and drops it into their basket. Jake looks at the little boy who smiles so widely as he jumps up and down and profusely thanks the man.
It was at that moment that he felt his heart drop to his stomach. That could have been him. If everything worked out in their favor, he could have been in that position with a two year old pulling on his clothes and begging him for a toy or a piece of candy.
You were pregnant. It happened that night he said he wanted a baby with you. He was so overjoyed, the both of you were. But the twenty week mark came, he was out at the hardware store picking up more screws for the crib to finish assembling it, he thought getting the nursery ready early would put the two of you at ease, one less thing that you two needed to worry about.
But as he scanned the aisle shelves for the exact screw he needed, his phone rang out in his pocket. When he answered it, the damn screw didn’t matter anymore because he dropped everything that was in his arms and ran out of the hardware store.
That night, you lost the baby. You had refused to see the tiny little babe but Jake wanted to. Jake wanted to see the little bean you and he had created. He still remembers to this day when he gently ran the tip of his finger along the top of his son’s head.
Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he turns around the boy and his father and makes his way to the self checkout and pays for the chicken. Making it back home, he tosses the chicken on the counter before rushing upstairs to get changed.
Laughing at Danny’s horrible joke, you climb out of the car and he walks you up to the front door. “Thanks for hanging out with me today.”
“Of course, Danny. I had fun. It really has been a while since the two of us hung out, I’ve missed that.”
“Well, tell Jake how badly you beat me today,” He laughs. “And don’t forget, you’ll always be my best girl.”
“Daniel Robert, you have been oddly sentimental today. Are you alright?”
He quickly nods his head. “Just grateful is all.”
You give him one last hug before pushing open the front door. The instant smell of food cooking makes your stomach rumble. “Seems like Jake’s been cooking.” You say with a giggle. “Goodbye Danny, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Stepping into the house, you shut the front door behind you and slip off your shoes. “Jake?” You call. “Jake, baby, I’m home!” Not receiving an answer, you head for the kitchen only to find it empty. Though when you turn to leave, you spot Jake sitting at the dining room table patiently waiting for you.
A bouquet of roses sits in a vase on the table and a couple of candles are lit. The food is perfectly plated and resting in your spots at the table. Jake, though, catches your eye. He’s dressed in more of a business casual look. A nice pair of jeans, his black boots, a black button down shirt but instead of only the last two or three buttons done up, more than half of the buttons are done up. His hair is curled and hanging loosely over his shoulder and he touched up his mustache and goatee.
You slowly approach the dining room and he stands up. “And to what do I owe just a smashingly handsome boyfriend and a beautiful dinner?”
“I just want to spoil my girl.” He says, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in for a kiss.
“And you’ve got cologne on.” You say when the two of you pull apart. “Your fancy kind at that.”
He chuckles and walks you over to your chair. “I tried out a new recipe, one we haven’t had yet.” He says as he pushes in your chair and takes a seat back at his. “It’s chicken breasts marinated in a lime and cilantro rub on top of normal spaghetti. Seemed pretty easy to make.”
He watches you as you cut into your chicken and take a bite. “Oh god.. Jake..” You moan. He feels the blood rush to his dick. “This is so good.”
“Yeah?”
You eagerly nod your head. “I don’t know what you have planned up your sleeve nor do I care. You, Jake, have mastered yet another dish.”
He chuckles at your enthusiasm and takes a bite of his. Throughout dinner, you talk about your evening with Danny. You had asked him what he had done while you were gone, aside from cooking this dinner. He wanted to tell you about the little boy but decided against it and instead told you about all the steak that’s being hoarded in the freezer.
“Which is why I bought a couple of extra packs of chicken breasts, kind of counteracting the steak.” He says.
Finishing up with dinner, Jake takes the empty dishes to the sink. “Dinner was fantastic, per usual.” You say wrapping your arms around him from behind as he rinses off the plates. “Are you sure you still want to be a rockstar? I could see you opening your own restaurant.”
He chuckles and turns his head slightly. “You could see that, hmm?” You nod your head and he smiles. “Well, maybe in another life I did.”
He turns to face you and wipes his hands off on a dish towel. “Go to the living room and sit down on the couch. I’ve got dessert waiting in the freezer.”
“First dinner and now dessert? You really are spoiling me tonight.”
He smiles and gives you a kiss. “Go on now. I’ll be there in a minute.”
He waits until you disappear into the living room before he turns to the drawer beside the fridge. The junk drawer, a drawer he knows you never touch. Pulling open the drawer, he retrieves the little black box and takes the ring out. He stuffs it into his pocket. Opening the freezer, he pulls out a couple bowls of ice cream and retrieves spoons before heading into the living room.
“Ice cream?” You question as he sets the bowls on the coffee table.
“Your favorite.” He says. “But before you eat.”
You watch as he slides off the couch and kneels down in front of you. Your heart hammers in your chest at the thought of what he’s doing.
“I uh,” He clears his throat and nervously giggles. “I did have this whole speech planned but I’m nervous as fuck right now.. So I’m just gonna jump straight into it.. Will you marry me?”
You giggle and lean forward on the couch. You reach for his face and pull him in for a kiss. “So is that a yes?” He mumbles against your lips.
“Yes, Jake. It’s a yes.”
He breathes a sigh of relief and gives you another kiss before slipping the ring on your finger. “I fucking love you.” He says as he kisses you.
You pull away and rest your hands on his cheeks. “I need to ask you something.” You say.
“I’m leaving my tux unbuttoned, I don’t care.” He says, making you laugh.
You shake your head and drop your hands to his shoulder. “How would you feel about having another baby?” You say.
His shoulders drop and his jaw falls slack. “Are you… Are you pregnant?” You nod your head. “For real?” His voice cracks and his eyes fill tears. His eyes fall down to your stomach and sinks further to the floor. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to the edge of the couch before pressing his face into your stomach. Embracing his head in your arms, you lean over and kiss the top of his head.
“I wanted to tell you earlier today before Danny whisked me off, the whole point of me being naked.” His body shakes as he laughs against your stomach.
He picks up his head to look at you. “And here I thought it was just to get me to fuck you.”
“Hmmm, it was so that too.” You say laughing. “So do we tell ‘em?” You say, referring to his brothers.
He shakes his head and rests his head on top of your thigh. “No.. Not yet.. Let it be our own little secret… For now.”
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if I didn't love you, it would be fine
My lovely friend @minky-for-short sent me a prompt and then I wrote a whole Las Vegas human au but of course I forgot to include the actual words of the prompt! Please enjoy!
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tw: sex work, drug use, sexual assault. It's Angel working for Valentino so you know what to expect
Angel Dust is one of the best known performers on the Strip, her shows are always sold out, her dressing room is full of flowers from so many high rolling admirers. But theres one rose in amongst them all, folded out of a paper betting slip, with a different name on it.
Anthony. Usual time and place? I’m all yours.
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An hour until curtain up and Angel Dust’s dressing room already looked like a florist’s front window. Nothing but desert, plastic and steel for miles around in any direction but this cramped little room burst with life. Temporary life, doomed to wither away in their ribbon and crepe paper cages, but beautiful life all the same. He’d been in this city long enough to appreciate anything pretty that came his way, sometimes only because it would be gone soon, turned to dust like everything else.
That would come later. In that moment the dressing room was a riot of scent, bouquets of roses that opened like inviting lips, lilies exploding like fireworks, splayed as big as the span of his hand, carnations that seemed to fall in on themselves forever, spiral after spiral down into perfume. A small fortune of an oasis crowding out his make up and trinkets, each extravagant bouquet bearing the same tag, written in some florist’s swooping, elegant script, all so similar that the same person may as well have written them. Same for the men who’d sent them, each one some swaggering Strip hotshot, their intentions clear- they wanted him bound, wrapped and tagged just like the blooms themselves. Each one never imagined that his token of what he probably called affection with a straight face would be crammed in next to so many others.
And each one identically ignored.
The only one that mattered wasn’t living at all. It was folded from a betting slip, one that had been unusually lucky from what he could make out. It was crumpled from being in a back pocket, scentless apart from a familiar amber smell of cologne and whiskey, so similar it was hard to tell which scent was which. The tag on it was a messy scrawl that would make a florist faint, nearly illegible if he wasn’t so used to it, but it was clear that this particular flower wasn’t intended for Angel Dust at all.
Anthony. Usual time and place? I’m all yours.
His heart skipped several beats, his fingers holding the paper rose like he was afraid someone would take it from him. As far as he was concerned, this was the only thing in the dressing room with any real life in it, life that would last.
Angel glanced at the clock up on the wall, barely visible through the darkness outside of the artificial golden glow of the mirror lights. He had time, it wouldn’t feel like enough, but it never did. He checked his reflection in the mirror, trying to focus on himself past the miniature jungle, the polaroids tucked into the frame, the setlist he’d tacked up that was trying to remind him that he really should be doing his makeup, fixing his hair, holding himself ready until Valentino whistled and called him to heel before curtain up.
That was trying to remind him what would happen if his boss knew what he was about to do.
The young man he found in the mirror wasn’t much to look at. He was painfully skinny in a way that made people question his health, a question that would be answered by the red rim around his restless eyes with their too small pupils, the dark hollows underneath them and the raw edge around his nostrils. He was waxy under the scattering of freckles that looked like flecks of gold in the light, his hair a fluffy cloud of blonde so pale it verged on white, refusing to cooperate with any brush or comb or product. There was something angelic about him, though it was bruised and battered, a fallen angel. One of many that lined the streets in this city.
He didn’t look like Angel Dust, darling of one of the raciest yet still somewhat tasteful clubs in Vegas, famous for her short skirts, her high heels, her sharp tongue and honeyed voice. He didn’t look like the prize of Valentino’s stable, one of his biggest ticket items once the curtain was closed and the music stopped and those who were in the know pressed money into his boss’ hand, wanting to temporarily possess the glittering creatures they’d seen on stage. He didn’t look like the one they’d send flowers to the next day, like they honestly believed what they’d had was something real, not something he was forced to do by the shadow of Valentino, always looming over him in his mind, the phantom hand always around his neck.
But the paper rose arrived for Anthony. And that was who gazed back at him from the mirror, a small, hopeful smile growing on his face.
Getting out was easy. Val never showed up for a show this early and every one of the harried crew buzzing about backstage either didn’t recognise him out of drag, let alone out of any make up whatsoever, or had been on the staff long enough to look the other way and let him go about his business, especially the other sex workers. They just let him pass with a slight nod or a quick smile, half into their own glamorous disguises, never denying another member of their sad little family a moment’s snatched happiness. Not that any knew where he was really going, probably assuming Angel was finding a quiet place for a quick bump or a smoke. Cherri would have known but she was already fired up and rolling, he caught glimpses of her in her backstage blacks, heard her barking orders and curses as she marshaled her little army of stage hands. Tonight was the debut of some new pyrotechnics she’d finally been allowed to try; he could hear the excitement in her voice as she hurled insults.
He slipped out of a backdoor that no one ever used, a fire exit that some quirk of the cheap electrics meant didn’t actually trip its promised alarm. Angel took a deep lungful of the evening air, enjoying that brief heartbeat where it actually tasted fresh, before he noticed the stale sandy taste, the smell of gas and smog from the too many cars, the heat like the whole city was trapped in one big air conditioning system. But that first desperate gulp was heaven in his lungs, all the same.
“Ain’t I seen your face on a billboard somewhere?”
Everything about Husker told you what he was, his voice was no exception. It was smoky, hazy, it practically came with its own counterpoint of rattling poker chips and clattering dice. It was a voice made for candlelit tables, green felt, last chances. It was a voice that could spirit the last of your coins from your pocket though they wouldn’t linger long in his own. The voice of a con artist, a huckster, a crook, exactly what most people would say Husk was.
But Angel knew what he heard in his voice, he knew what he was. He was freedom. And hearing his voice turned a light on inside him, a joy better than any high he’d tasted before, worth the far more dangerous come down.
“Don’t think so, baby,” he grinned into the dim alleyway, at the shape leaning against the wall by the door, illuminated only by the flashing lights on the street beyond and the cigarette in his fingers, “But y’know, I get that a lot.”
Husk stepped closer, stepped into the light, becoming that weather beaten face, that crooked smile, those warm eyes that Angel loved.
“Yeah…” he reached out and touched the young man’s cheek lightly, “You’re much better looking than her anyhow…”
Angel snorted with disbelief, though not because Husk would look at him now, swallowed by a baggy, overwashed sweatshirt and leggings, not a smudge of product on his face, and say that. More that Husk would say it and Angel could actually believe it.
But not even his demons could argue with the way Husk brought him close but always left the last few inches between their lips to Angel, letting it be his choice to kiss him, to taste heady second hand alcohol and pure desire on his tongue. And more than anything, as long as he was in Husk’s arms, feeling his heartbeat and all the miles it had done compared to Angel’s, that shadow of Valentino actually disappeared. The fear eased, the fingers on his throat relaxed and his body became his own again, free to do whatever it wanted. And what it wanted, needed, was Husk.
Angel purred against his lips, gasping softly as he felt large, callused hands fist in his shirt, “Tastes like a lucky night, baby…”
“It is now,” Husk chuckled, his laugh as rough and raw as the rest of him, “But I held my own at the table. Enough for this…”
He bent and held up a brown paper bag stamped with the logo of Angel’s favorite bakery, the only place he’d ever found that made cannoli even remotely comparable to his nonna’s.
Husk grinned as Angel gave a yelp of delight and tore into the bag, leaning against the rough brick wall, “Hardly a balanced meal but I know it’ll be a damn sight better than the nothing you’ll have eaten all day…”
Angel gave him what he hoped was his most disarming smile though a mouthful of sugar, “It’s been a busy day, I haven’t had time. But this will get me through the show!”
“And then you’ll have something for real when you get home?” he arched a bushy eyebrow, his smile becoming knowing as Angel set the now empty bag aside.
“I will,” Angel promised, really meaning it, he didn’t break his word with Husk, “Thank you, baby.”
That smile softened, the card sharp leaning close to brush powdered sugar from Angel’s cheek, his thumb lingering, “Well then, I can rest easy. Now, about that busy day…something you wanna talk about?”
The answer came swifty, reflexively, a jerk away from a hot stove and into Husk’s palm where he pressed a kiss, “No…not how I wanna spend our time together. God knows we don’t get enough of it.”
“Later then,” Husk spoke easily, like their later was something guaranteed, again proving that he was someone used to turning games of chance into a certainty, “For now…”
Not only did he sound like a no good, down on his luck card hound, he looked like one too. The light was dim but as Angel sank into his arms, he could see the familiar face that was his safe oasis in this desert. Deep lines in his dark skin that came from glowering but were used more for smiling since he’d met Angel, the scruff of a salt and pepper beard, similar white streaking his slicked back hair that turned Angel on in an animalistic way he didn’t really want to examine.
He’d pushed the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows and unbuttoned the top against the muggy evening heat, his bow tie lying unraveled around his collar like a silken snake. Like this, Angel had a perfect, unobstructed view of a broad, haired chest, the same wiry thicket dusting his thin arms corded with muscle, doing much but not enough to hide the scars from the many times the game hadn’t gone his way, from his youth in seedy, bare knuckle rings to last minute daring escapes when his luck found him just in time but not in time enough to keep him out of trouble in the first damn place.
There were other signs of Husk’s dwindling luck. The beer gut, the shadows under his eyes, the wariness he held himself with. He didn’t hide who or what he was, in his voice, in his body, it was written on his skin. That kind of honesty made him more beautiful to Angel than anyone else he’d ever met in this town and all he could do was kiss him like he wanted him to fucking know it.
He pushed the older man against the brick, done wasting their precious seconds on the world outside their alleyway. Husk grunted, responding in kind without hesitation, slipping a hand up his sweatshirt and following the curve of his spine to that place that always made Angel shudder. His tongue was gentle too, licking a streak of powdered sugar from the corner of his mouth before pressing him open in a low, throaty moan like even the air Angel exhaled was something precious.
“You want it, baby?” he whispered against his lips before he gasped for air, the words taking priority over oxygen in his lungs.
Angel trembled, like Husk’s arms were the only thing keeping him together and he’d shake apart otherwise. He found Husk’s hand and snuck it under the waistband of his leggings, letting his lover feel the heat and wet there, “You tell me, gorgeous…”
Angel used to think he knew what desire was but he’d been so wrong, all he’d had was people’s idea of it. He knew the Vegas version of desire, the kind made for pay, that you found under painted skies on the ceiling and in the shadow of fake, plaster monuments. The polished, perfect, choreographed kind that may as well have come in a plastic wrapped box, rolling right off a conveyor belt.
With Husk, he learned what real desire was, how it felt to be truly, honestly needed. It was in the way Husk stumbled in his haste to pull Angel’s leggings down, the embarrassingly off key groan that was pulled from Angel’s lips as his fingers found their target. It was in the half moon indentations Angel’s desperate fingers left on Husk’s shoulders when he pressed a crooked finger inside him, thumb staying to roll lazy circles around his cock. It was in the way his leg slipped at first when he tried to hitch it up to Husk’s hip so he could go deeper, so desperate to take him into his body that he staggered. It was throaty gasps and broken moans, slick, organic noises and breath misting the air, snatched fragments of filth whimpered between sighs but left unresolved.
Real desire had rough edges, it was hungry and needy and vulnerable. But Angel knew which one he’d take, every time.
And he’d take it right fucking now. His whole body was thrumming in perfect sync with Husk’s fingers, three of them deep inside him now, working him so close to the edge that he was hanging on by his fingertips.
“Gonna…fuck, oh fuck, baby, I’m gonna come,” he choked out, voice drawn taut like piano wire.
“It’s all yours,” Husk practically growled, running his teeth down the hard line of his neck, “Anything you want, tell me, tell me what you want…”
“Everything,” Angel’s voice broke as his release pulled him under, as the whole world became the fire raging through his body, the curve of Husk’s neck as he pressed his face there to muffle his cry.
What was the harm in asking for the world when you knew you were only getting crumbs? He was only hurting himself and he was hardly a stranger to that.
But Husk held him like it didn’t have to hurt at all, like he had everything to offer, not just a handful of hours stolen in an alleyway. He just gave what he could and made it feel like everything.
Husk felt the desperation still wracking Angel’s body, not even pausing before he turned them, letting his lover cling desperately to the wall like the rest of the world was tilting on its axis, crowding him from behind, anchoring him.
“Oh god, please fuck me,” he begged raggedly, before Husk could even ask, “I need you, I need you in me, baby…”
His answer was a throaty chuckle in his ear and the throb of the already rock hard erection now pressed flush against the small of his back, “How could I do anything else when you beg me like that? Sweeter than a goddamn songbird…”
Angel shuddered, feeling like exactly that, a bird caught in the paws of a cat. The chase had been breathless, thrilling, but now he wanted Husk’s teeth in his skin, he wanted to be taken apart piece by piece, claimed as prey. He might have hoped the rotten life he was currently living might have drawn a line through these particular desires, seeing as they drove him into Valentino’s golden cage in the first place. But there was something in Angel’s DNA that was clenching its hands and curling its toes in delight at having his cheek pressed to the cold wall of a grimy alley, at the rattle of Husk’s belt releasing, at the firm grip on his hips.
He never had that with the men who bought the right to his body from Valentino, who could never own it in the first place. It might look the same, to someone watching from the outside but the difference was so vast, Angel could barely believe it. Those bought and paid for encounters were like a pill or tab dissolving into bitter acid on his tongue, a momentary, manufactured pleasure, not worth the fear. With them he was a moth trapped in a lantern, fluttering around the candle flame, knowing where the end lay, knowing it was a matter of time. Will this be the one that kills me? Should I care?
It was never like that with Husk, it couldn’t be, he wouldn’t know how. The pleasure was real, honest, and above all, safe. That was the missing piece, the thing to fit inside the hollow place in his chest. He could have it rough, raw, he could scream into Husk’s palm as he finally, fucking finally, pressed between his lips and inside, where he belonged. And Angel could feel safe.
Those men who bought Angel, he was theirs, for an hour, but they weren’t his, never. But bathed in neon light from the street just beyond, Husk’s hips pressed against his own, his heart thumping against his back, there was only one thing Angel could groan out through his gritted teeth.
“You’re mine…”
“Yours,” Husk gasped, his voice swelling with naked desire, his well honed poker face fully cracked, “All yours, baby.”
There was something hesitant about the way he drew back, like the few inches of cool air between their skin was almost more than he could bear. But when he plunged back in, so deep that Angel felt himself lifted onto his tiptoes despite how he overtopped his lover, it more than made up for it. Husk fucked him hard with a kind of devotion, no doubt that the muffled cries he drew from Angel were as much a reward as the clench of hot, eager muscle around his cock.
It was good, so good that words stopped meaning anything, the rest of the world stopped meaning anything. Angel could only gasp and moan and beg for more, pressing every sound into the palm of Husk’s hand like he’d be able to keep them and take them with him. He sank his teeth there too, leaving his mark, writing his name so everyone would know that the old con man did indeed have a heart and it belonged to him.
Like he’d been waiting for permission, Husk growled against Angel’s shoulder where his sweatshirt had slipped down, licking salt from his burning skin before sucking a mark there.
That flicked some switch deep in the pit of Angel’s belly, he was coming before he even knew what was happening, dragging Husk down with him. Stars burst behind his eyes as he howled, heat rushing into him like a tide that swept him off his feet, pulled him under, turned his universe into formless, aching pleasure.
It was moments like this when Angel realized what he chased every time he snorted or shot up, that his addictions were him seeking a pale imitation of this sweet oblivion. A sense of uncoupling from the chains he wore around his wrists, from worrying about the difference between his body and his soul, from the constant fight to force the world to see him and accept him. Here, in this moment, he simply was. He existed, he owned every cell in his own body and it felt so fucking good.
Of course the come down was so much harder with the real thing.
The orgasm faded, leaving Angel weak and trembling, muscles twitching with sparks running across his veins, trying to catch up with the ones long gone. Brain foggy and thoughts hiding from him, his only answer was that familiar fear, the fear of dimly buzzing naked bulbs and motel rooms he didn’t recognise when he opened his eyes, dry mouths and burning eyes.
But it was only for a moment. A moment was how long it took Husk to gather himself, catch his breath enough to wrap his arms around Angel, kissing softly over where he just sank his teeth. Angel turned and grasped onto his solid warmth, like a drowning man would cling to a rock in the storm heaving ocean. And Husk held just as fast. He pushed back Angel’s sweat dewed hair, knowing from experience that the repetitive motion would soothe him, letting him hold on as tight as he needed to until their racing hearts, pressed close together like they were looking for each other, slowed down in perfect synchrony.
“Fuck,” Husk’s voice was ragged but he didn’t stop pressing kisses against the top of Angel’s head, “Don’t know how I keep up with you, baby.”
“Well don’t stop trying,” Angel felt enough like himself again to pull back, ready to face the inevitable with his classic crooked grin, the one from the billboard, “Thanks for coming by…I needed to see you tonight.”
“Because of your busy day?” Husk murmured, taking Angel’s hand, pressing a kiss to his knuckles, “The one you don’t wanna talk about?”
“Yeah. Something like that,” he sighed, brushing his thumb across Husk’s lips, “But you made it better, baby…”
“I’ll stay if you want me to? Watch the show?”
Angel had to force himself to shake his head, only the fear of having his lover anywhere near Valentino enough to make it happen, “You don’t have to do that, I know you got games lined up…I’ll give you a private show sometime though? Sometime soon?”
Angel couldn’t pretend that he didn’t see the edge of disappointment in Husk’s smile, that it didn’t send a crack down his already battered heart. He hated that look, hated knowing he’d put it there. In that moment, he would have given anything to bury his face against Husk’s shoulder and hear his promise that he’d be right there in the audience, leaning against the club bar with an overproved, shitty whiskey, so Angel could sing all his songs to him and really mean them. And while he was at it, he may as well promise to walk him home, to hold him through his nightmares and make him breakfast in the morning. Hell, he may as well get down on one knee and propose.
Because none of it could happen. That dream was like Anthony’s paper rose back in his dressing room. It was beautiful but, next to the gorgeous, extravagant blooms all bearing Angel Dust’s name, the truth was clear. It wasn’t real.
But Husk was a con man, the finest on the Strip and he could sell a story with the best of them, no matter how fake it was. The disappointment was gone like it had never been there, only a soft, loving smile.
“I’ll look forward to it…best of luck, songbird,” he leaned in and kissed him, soft and sweet and heartbreaking, “It ain’t goodbye, it’s just see you later.”
“See you later,” Angel repeated, the words closer to a prayer than anything he’d ever said since his nonna died, though it was as hard to believe as all those prayers had been.
Another reason he didn’t deserve Husk, he was the one to turn and walk away so Angel wouldn’t have to, giving him the luxury of following his silhouette out to the mouth of the alleyway, down to the moment the flashing lights and sound beyond swallowed him up.
“I love you,” Angel murmured softly, so softly, like he was afraid to say it even with Husk well out of ear shot.
But he needed to say it, to feel the weight of the words on his tongue and know they were true. A last gift to himself before he turned and pushed the fire door open, slipping back inside that dark, frantic world of choking hairspray and clicking heels and raised voices. Fortunately, everyone was too wrapped up in the time before the show, rapidly slipping through their fingers, outpacing the list of jobs they all had left to do, the way it always did. Though no one was as far behind as Angel now was.
Not that he was new to that. Five minutes was plenty of time. He ducked and dodged through the thicker, more anxious backstage press, unnoticed apart from the moment he caught Cherri’s eye. But all she gave him was a gentle, sympathetic look. She’d learned a long time ago that Angel didn’t need to be reminded how dangerous the game he played with Husk was. He knew fine well, he just couldn’t care. He hoped his answering smile was enough to remind her of that.
The moment his dressing room door closed, it slid off his face, exhaustion the only thing he had left. He sat heavily in his chair, blinking dizzily at his reflection. Anthony was back, looking like a man who’d only recently remembered he had a heart and had just sent away the man who held it. Angel said a gentle goodbye to him, picking up his heavy stage foundation, ready to unpack Angel Dust from her box, ready to let her sing and dance until he forgot everything. Five minutes and he wouldn’t have to feel the hurt for however long he was on that stage.
As long as he pretended he didn’t know what would happen after.
The paper rose was lying on the desk where he’d left it, he couldn’t stop himself from picking it up and holding it just for a moment. All the other flowers on his dressing table were already withering under the hot glare of the bulbs, their scent now overwhelming and sickly. But the paper rose still called him by his real name, it still made him think of the strong but gentle hands that had carefully formed it just for him. It still meant more than anything anyone else had ever given him. It was enough for him to face his reflection with a new kind of strength, a new smile.
The love he felt for Husk might be a paper promise. But it would last.
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The Bookseller’s Eldest Daughter and the Witch’s Girl
Chapter One
There was once a bustling city, filled with merchants and shopkeepers and artisans and traders from distant lands, all working hard and shouting about their wares in the streets and making bargains in the coffee houses. The roads were well-paved and busy, and when you walked down them you might go past a row of colourful shops with a group of shop keepers all standing outside arguing together over some neighbourhood dispute, such as the mushroom farm Mrs Grimple insisted on kept in her cellar, or the annoying proliferation of goats about the city these days; or perhaps they would be gossiping about the Lady Dulcimell’s three quarrelling husbands, or the King’s son’s illness and how many ‘cures’ had been nothing of the sort. You might walk through a noisy market place filled with fine cloth or glassware or exotic birds, and leave with a parcel of fireworks or orchid bulbs that you had been persuaded to buy. And then finally you would come to a small quiet square with a fountain or a shady tree in its centre and you could take a few minutes to rest from the stir and clamour.
Now down a tiny side street in the Antique Quarter of this vigorous, colourful city was a bookshop. It was cluttered and comfortable and smelt of old paper. The Bookseller himself was a tall, gangly man with long fingers who liked to complain about everything no matter how trivial, and I am afraid that his shop might not have done quite so well if it weren’t for his daughters. For the Bookseller had two daughters, both very beautiful: the eldest was solemn and studious, but the youngest was smiling and sociable and beloved by everyone in their neighbourhood.
As well as being rather bad-tempered I am afraid that the bookseller was a parsimonious man, and one day, as he sat with the printer saying 'yes' and 'no' to the new stock on offer he caught sight of the prices being scrawled down on his friend's ledger.
"Why," he said, doing some quick calculations, "what all this? That's an extra thuppenny per book!"
The Printer shrugged. "Paper is a little more expensive at the moment," he said. "Just pass the extra on to your customers. No-one will notice."
But the Bookseller was sure that his customers would notice, and they would go elsewhere, to Ettlemen's Books in the Clockmaker's Quarter, perhaps; and soon word would get around that his business was failing and then the creditors would begin hounding him. He must cut costs to make up the extra thruppenny charge... but from where?
And as he sat at supper that evening he noticed his daughters moving about with the pots and the plates, and it occurred to him how much they cost him. “Three meals every day, and new dresses, and what-not! Why, with such extravagance I will be ruined! The shop will fail and we’ll be living in the streets with the creditors after us!”
He said so aloud, and you will not be surprised to hear that his daughters objected.
“Father, we make our own clothes, and I keep the house and cook all those meals,” said the youngest daughter, “and I make sure I always get the best price in the market when I go shopping.”
“And I run the shop with you, and do the accounts, and worry the printers for new books and hunt throughout the city for old ones,” said the eldest daughter.
But it was no good. “No,” said their father as he wrung his hands, “you will each have to leave and get married. Then the shop may manage to survive.”
The eldest daughter, who did the accounts, scoffed at this because she knew that the shop was in no danger at all. But the youngest daughter said “Well, the clerk’s apprentice wants to marry me and I like him very much. But who can my sister make a match with?”
The eldest daughter frowned and said Nobody! She would stay and help with the shop, of course. But “No, no, that’s no good,” said the Bookseller, “You will have to marry the Inkmaker. He says he needs a wife to keep house for him, and that either one of you will do; he’s not picky.”
“But he must be sixty years old!” said the eldest daughter, aghast.
“And he’s always talking about how much he hates women!” said the youngest daughter.
But the Bookseller said that his mind was quite made up: if his eldest daughter had no other offers she would marry the Inkmaker and that’s all there was to it. And no matter how the two sisters argued, it seemed there was little they could do to convince him otherwise. And so things stood.
Now one day the bookseller was in the back room opening parcels of new books from the printer and the eldest daughter was away bargaining for old books at an estate sale, leaving the youngest daughter to mind the shop. And as she was dusting the shelves (I am afraid that she was the only member of the household who noticed when the shelves needed dusting) the door chimed and an odd-looking man walked in.
Though she didn’t work in the shop as often as the other two, the youngest daughter knew most of their regular customers, and she had never seen this man before. He was very tall and thin with grey hair, and wore well-fitting but sombre clothes. But his eyes sparkled with life, and also — though I won’t pretend the Bookseller’s youngest daughter guessed at this! — with wicked mischief.
“I had heard that you were beautiful, and I see I was not misinformed,” he said, and though the Bookseller’s youngest daughter felt rather uncomfortable at this remark she smiled, and thanked him, and asked how she could help.
The man looked around and then said “Well, I was looking for Bartleby’s A Modern Contemplation of Clouds and Their True Meanings? Do you have that?”
“Um,” said the Bookseller’s youngest daughter looking around the cluttered shop, “I’m afraid I couldn’t tell you immediately. I’ll fetch my father, for he will know.”
“No, no, don’t worry him yet,” said the tall man quickly, “what about Grindlestone’s Catalogue of Hell and Fairy, Including Details of Many of Their Denizens and their Interests in Our World?”
“Oh!” exclaimed the Bookseller’s youngest daughter, “I hope we don’t have that book! It sounds rather sinister!”
“Well, well, perhaps it does, perhaps it does,” said the tall man. “And now tell me, child, do you buy used books? For I have one here that that is positively unique!”
“Y–es,” said the Bookseller’s youngest daughter carefully, “we do buy used books. Though it would be better for you to speak with my father about that.”
“Perhaps you could have a look first,” suggested the tall man, “and see if it’s worth his trouble?”
And out of a satchel he pulled a great tome bound in yellow silk, with leather hinges and brass clasps. He turned it around to face the Bookseller’s youngest daughter and unfastened the clasps and the book fell open, just as if it was eager to be read. Despite herself, the Bookseller’s youngest daughter leaned over to look, and on the page before her she saw an awful picture. It was of a sheep’s head rising out of a boiling cauldron. And as she stared in fascinated horror the sheep’s head seemed to grown bigger and bigger, travelling out of the book until it floated right before her! She screamed once and collapsed on the ground.
With a low chuckle the tall man closed the book, carefully put it away, and left the shop.
When the Bookseller’s eldest daughter came home, she found a strange figure standing motionlessly in the middle of the shop. It wore her sister’s clothes, but instead of her sister’s pretty head an old sheep’s head grew from its shoulders!
Well, you can imagine the to-do that followed. The Bookseller was horrified. “Who will marry her now?!” he wailed as he pushed his poor youngest daughter out to the back of the shop and away from prying eyes. “She will have to live here with me forever! Unless,” he considered, stopping in his tracks, “Unless we could get her into a sanatorium! We could say she had a disease. But then,” he added, his face falling, “that would cost money.”
The Bookseller’s eldest daughter found that the creature that had been her sister was quite tractable. It would follow where it was lead, and sit where it was told, and eat what was put in front of it. But it didn’t speak and it didn’t do anything but face straight ahead with its great eyes rolling in their sockets. “Keep it in the back room,” said the Bookseller, “I won’t have the neighbours gossiping about us. And make us some dinner.”
So his eldest daughter had a poor attempt at soup — I’m afraid she was an indifferent cook — and then sat and held her unlucky sister’s hand while her father whined and moaned about how their fortunes were all ruined.
The Bookseller was a man of regular habits. Every night, as soon as the kitchen clock struck eight he would stand from his armchair by the fire, sharply tell his daughters to cover over the ashes in the stove before they slept least a fire break out (he had a dread of fire destroying his stock) and take himself to bed. And the two girls would clean the kitchen, lock the door and go to the small bed they shared.
But this evening, once she could hear her father snoring in his room, the eldest daughter gently laid her sister out on their bed, covered her with a blanket, put on her sensible old boots, and slipped out into the night.
Now in the daily way of business the Bookseller’s eldest daughter had travelled all over that city, and she heard all the rumours and gossip that fly about every place where there are people. And while she didn’t necessarily believe everything that was said, she always stored it all away in the back of her mind, just in case. So she remembered hearing that at the end of a lonely lane behind the Braziers’ Quarter was an old house where a witch lived. And people who were in real need would visit this witch to get a neighbour’s curse unspelled, or find a child that had been beguiled by efts, or drive out gnarlings who had taken residence in a cellar.
So the Bookseller’s eldest daughter walked through the city — from the Antique Quarter into the Clockmakers’ Quarter, and from the Clockmakers’ Quarter into the Ostlers’ Quarter, down front streets and back streets — until she came to the lonely lane behind the Braziers’ Quarter. And, as she had been told, at the very end of that lane sat a rickety old house. There was no mistaking it — it looked like the sort of house a witch would live in. It was tall and thin, with a high attic window and a small white porch. And hanging from the porch was an elegant sign that said:
Dealer in Magic and Spells
Reasonable Rates
Pls Enquire Within
And below, fiercely handwritten in what looked like mulberry ink:
Hawkers will be transmuted into livestock and sold at market without character (recollect your Homer)
She stepped up onto the porch and tapped three times on the green front door. But it was a witch’s house and she was nervous, so perhaps she tapped a little softly; at any rate no-one came to answer. So then she tried the door, and to her great surprise it was unlatched! (The Witch had rather gotten out of the habit of latching her front door, because nobody with any sense was going to trespass in her house.) Slowly slowly the Bookseller’s eldest daughter pushed the door open and peered into the shadowy hall and whispered “Hello?” And when nobody answered she stepped over the threshold and into the Witch’s house.
Before her were stairs leading up to the first floor, but beyond them the hallway lead to a door, and standing in the doorway holding a candle and looking very surprised was a girl of about her own age. She had long black hair and was wearing a white night dress.
“Oh no,” said the Bookseller’s eldest daughter, “I was looking for the Witch, but I suppose she’s already gone to bed!”
“Well, she was on her way,” said the girl, raising her candle to peer at the visitor.
“But I need her help!” said the Bookseller’s eldest daughter. “It’s very important! Do you think she’d be awful if we woke her up?”
“Oh, I expect she’d probably turn you into a cameleopard and sell you to a travelling menagerie,” said the girl, “She’s frightfully bad-tempered and also very interested in natural history.”
The Bookseller’s eldest daughter wrung her hands. “Oh dear! And I know my father won’t let me away from the shop any earlier tomorrow evening, the business and his dinner must always come first! What am I to do?”
“I find sleeping in one’s own bed to be very efficacious in solving whatever little problem comes one’s way,” observed the girl, “perhaps you could try that?”
“But my sister is in my bed, and she has been half turned into a sheep!” said the Bookseller’s eldest daughter.
“That would seem to be somewhat of an obstacle to a restful night,” the girl admitted. “Although, not ever having found myself in that particular circumstance, I couldn’t say with any certainly.”
And at that the Bookseller’s eldest daughter had a wild idea. She eyed the girl anew. “You must be the Witch’s girl!” she decided.
The girl raised her eyebrows. “Must I?”
“Yes! And so of course you would have seen all sorts of strange things while you were in her service!”
“I suppose that’s true,” said the Witch’s girl.
“So perhaps you could help me save my sister!”
“Perhaps I could,” said the Witch’s girl thoughtfully, “But you must know that the Witch always asks a price for her help. That’s how magic works — even for a Witch’s girl. What would you give me to save your sister?”
Now the Bookseller’s eldest daughter wanted to say ‘Anything!’, just like you would have in her place. But she had read about magic and bargains made with queer folk at night, and besides she was a Woman of Business and knew when and how to barter. So she frowned and said “Of course I want to save my sister more than anything. But I’m afraid I have little to offer you. What do you think you would you like?”
The Witch’s girl considered this. “Perhaps,” she suggested after a moment, “I could offer you a little bit of help in return for a very small price.”
“What sort of price?”
The Witch’s girl put her head on one side and looked at the Bookseller’s long-limbed, tangle-headed daughter, and then she said “From some people I might ask for a secret nobody knows. And from others I might ask for a happy memory. But from you I think I will ask for a single kiss on the lips.”
The Bookseller’s eldest daughter gave her a suspicious look and said “Why, does a kiss have magical properties that you can use for spells?”
The Witch’s girl bristled and said “No! I mean, yes, but no, I was trying to be—!” And then she looked up at the ceiling and sighed in a way that the Bookseller’s eldest daughter thought unnecessarily theatrical. “Do you want my help?”
“Yes,” said the Bookseller’s eldest daughter.
“Well then, will you risk kissing a witch’s girl? Even if she may potentially later use that kiss in sinister and occult ways?”
Then the Bookseller’s eldest daughter looked at the Witch’s dark-eyed girl for a moment, and perhaps she was thinking about her poor enchanted sister and perhaps she wasn’t, but when she answered she said “Alright.”
The Witch’s girl looked a little surprised, but she said “Come along then! And shut the door behind you. The Witch has a horror of strays.” And she turned and lead the way to the back of the house.
Now I don’t know what you think of when you imagine a witch’s kitchen, but when the Bookseller’s eldest daughter stepped into this kitchen she found it was clean and tidy and well kept, though you could still tell that it was a Witch’s kitchen because of the stuffed crocodile hanging from the ceiling and the several jars over the mantelpiece that were labelled things like ‘Unspoken Words Between Lovers’ and ‘Star — unlighted’ and ‘Forgotten Hours’ and one that was unlabelled but which the Bookseller’s eldest daughter suspected contained marmalade.
The Witch’s girl set a kettle on the stove to boil and asked how the Bookseller’s eldest daughter liked her tea, and when they each had a cup and were sitting at the table she said “I suppose you had better tell me what has happened,” and the Bookseller’s eldest daughter did. And then the Witch’s girl sipped her tea and thought.
“Well,” she said after a while, “Of course I’m only the Witch’s girl, but it seems to me that some magician or other has stolen your sister’s head. And the sheep’s head is there to keep her body (and thus her real head) alive. Have you upset any magicians lately?”
“No!” said the Bookseller’s eldest daughter, “we don’t even know any magicians!”
“Perhaps you were recently ill-mannered to a man in a tall pointed hat, possibly covered in stars? You do seem to be rather indifferent to social propriety, so you may not even have noticed how awful you were being.”
The Bookseller’s eldest daughter rolled her eyes and didn’t answer.
“Well then, taking the bolder hypothesis (that is, assuming you haven’t committed some act of breathtaking insolence toward a member of the magical community) perhaps the magician wanted your sister’s head itself. Is she as pretty as you?”
“Oh, much prettier!” said the Bookseller’s eldest daughter.
The Witch’s girl sniffed and said that she didn’t approve of hyperbole. “Now your first problem,” she went on while the Bookseller’s eldest daughter tried to think that through, “is that you don’t know who this magician (or enchanter or fairy prince) is. And I think I can help you with that. Come to me tomorrow with something of your sister’s, preferably—”
But the Bookseller’s eldest daughter was already holding out a comb with a few brown hairs on it. “My sister’s comb. I am a Woman of Business,” she explained, “And I prefer to learn all I can about a matter before striking out on any new endeavour, even magic. William Samcloth’s Several and Diverse Accounts of Antique Sorceries with Commentary indicated that something like this might be useful. Although I’m afraid we only have volumes one and three.”
“I see,” said the Witch’s girl, taking the comb and trying not to look impressed. “Well then, let us begin.” And with quick, clever fingers she freed the hairs and wove them into a circlet. She placed this on the table, then poured a little pool of wine within the ring... and somehow or other not a drop flowed out beyond the circlet of hair, but instead the formed a dark red mirror that reflected the two girls in the candlelight. Then the Witch’s girl blew over the puddle of wine, making waves, and when the waves cleared the Bookseller’s eldest daughter was looking into the firelit study of a wealthy man.
And here was the man himself, tall and distinguished looking, and still in his shirt and vest, though he had changed the coat we last saw him in for a sapphire-blue dressing gown (which appeared a sort of plum colour to the observers).
“Ah,” said the Witch’s girl, “Mister Prosper. A rich man and an ambitious student of magic.”
But now Mister Prosper was making several odd gestures in the air and reciting something-or-other, though no sound could be heard by the two girls bending over the image in that small kitchen. And then a Very Wonderful Person stepped through the curtains. They were tall, even taller than Mister Prosper, and wore an exquisite tail-coat of crimson. The Person’s face was not visible to the young women, but they had hair like a ruby sunset.
The two spoke for a short time, and then Mister Prosper took up a box from his desk and presented it to the person, who opened it and then—!
“Oh!” cried the Bookseller’s eldest daughter, for inside she saw her own dear sister’s head staring fearfully about! The Person picked up the Bookseller’s youngest daughter’s head by the hair and appeared to examine it, then nodded. A bargain had been made. Putting the head back in its box, the Person turned and appeared to summon someone. A moment later a short figure with vine-leaves for hair stepped into view and went to stand before Mister Prosper, looking rather annoyed about everything. The Wonderful Person bowed and disappeared back through the curtains, and the waters settled down to show only the wood of the kitchen table.
“There you are,” said the Witch’s girl sitting back in quiet triumph. “Mister Prosper stole away the head of your sister to give to That Person, and in return he got a fairy servant. And no doubt he’ll be up to all sorts of carry-on now.”
“But where has my sister’s head gone?” cried the Bookseller’s eldest daughter.
“Oh, with the fairies,” said the Witch’s girl, and she handed the circlet of hair back to the Bookseller’s eldest daughter and fetched a cloth to mop up the wine. “And a few hairs aren’t enough to show her to us while she’s with them.”
“But how am I to get her back?!” cried the Bookseller’s eldest daughter.
And the Witch’s girl looked annoyed and said How should she know, she was only the Witch’s girl after all. “I said I would give you a little bit of help, and I have. Now you know what happened to your sister. What happens next is up to you.”
The Bookseller’s eldest daughter thought this through and found she had to agree. “Very well,” she said as she rose to her feet, “I suppose if I am to deal with the fairies I will need to consider that meeting very carefully.”
“Very wise,” said the Witch’s girl, “I shall walk you to the door.”
But as the Bookseller’s eldest daughter was about to step outside the Witch’s girl cleared her throat meaningfully and she suddenly remembered her bargain.
“Oh yes, of course,” she said turning back. The Witch’s girl was standing right behind her and without thinking about it too much the Bookseller’s eldest daughter leant down a little and quickly pressed her lips to the Witch’s girl’s.
Now I don’t know what you think kissing a witch’s girl would be like — maybe chilling like deep water? or dried out and dusty like something old and forgotten? — but the Bookseller’s eldest daughter discovered that this Witch’s girl’s lips were warm and alive and as soft as a whisper. And what she meant to be a brisk transaction went on far longer than she had intended; and in fact it was the Witch’s girl who stepped away first.
“Our bargain is fulfilled,” she said a little gruffly, “Good night.”
And the Bookseller’s eldest daughter found herself standing all alone outside that odd house, facing a firmly closed door.
The next chapter
#The Bookseller’s Eldest Daughter and the Witch’s Girl#myka bering#helena g wells#bering and wells#bering & wells
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Omg, I've just seen the fluff alphabet and can I ask for A, C and V for Dante and Vergil. I think it may be funny see how different they are in that aspect.
Thank u!! ❤️
i actually don’t think they’d be too different when it comes down to it fjkdslfj dante’s part is inspired by a post @time-is-a-lake made a few days ago <3
rbs and feedback much appreciated
Dante:
A - Acceptance — How long did it take for them to accept that they were in love? What were they like after accepting it?
I think he’s fairly quick to realize it but he takes a very long time to truly accept it. He tries to push you away at first, not wanting to drag you into the mess that is his life. Not wanting to doom you to the same fate that seems to befall to everyone around him. His heart couldn’t take it if something happened to you so it’s incredibly difficult for him to open himself up to that again. He doesn’t want to get hurt again, nor does he want you to get hurt because of him. He’s also baffled by the fact that you want to be with him, want that life for yourself because of him. He tries to take it in stride once he actually accepts that he has feelings for you. But he stumbles. A lot. He’s never felt this way about anyone and his lack of self worth and anxiety poses many issues. But he’ll figure it out with time. Your patience is deeply appreciated and more than worth it. Dante will spend an eternity at your side if that’s what you wish.
C - Confession — How did their confession go? Was it planned or was it out of the blue?
He really tries to plan something out, how extravagant his plan is, is up to your preferences. He’ll plan to keep it more lowkey if you’re not into theatrics. Hell, he might just plan a whole fireworks show if you’re just as dramatic as he is. But I don’t think he’d end up actually going according to plan and it just slips out as casually as any of his quips do. Or perhaps, at night when you’re sleeping and he doesn’t think you can hear him. Less chance for rejection that way.
V - Vulnerable — What’s something their s/o does that makes them weak to their knees?
I don’t think this is actually all that difficult due to how little experience he has with romance, and people just being kind to him in general. Nor has he had much stability, so just knowing that he has something to come home to everyday has him pretty soft. Genuine worry about his wellbeing, listening to him talk about things he’s interested in, laughing at his jokes, complimenting him also mean a lot to him, more than he lets on. He’s also a sucker for anything physical as that is his love language. He’s a lovebug but initiating touch or seeking him out for comfort touches him as well.
Vergil:
A - Acceptance — How long did it take for them to accept that they were in love? What were they like after accepting it?
He’s more resistant to this than Dante is. Romance has never been something he’s really considered given how his life has gone so far. He’s only just now began to accept that human part of himself -- that part that allows him to have these feelings for you. He has a very long way to go on this journey and that part of him that’s terrified of others hurting him has not gone away, and likely won’t for some time. So he has a hard time accepting all of this -- accepting that you love him especially. But he so desperately wants to be loved, to have someone accept him for who and what he is, to have someone who doesn’t define him by his past. So to have that from you forces him to accept his feelings for you after some time. Like Dante, he stumbles a lot and it’s hard for him to adjust to but you’ll find that you have someone fiercely loyal and protective now at your side. Forever, if you’ll have him.
C - Confession — How did their confession go? Was it planned or was it out of the blue?
You’ll probably have to the one to confess first since there’s a small part of him that doubts your feelings for him. So it’s easier for him to verbalize his feelings after he hears it from you first. He’d like to plan it out but Vergil is impulsive -- despite popular belief, so it’s likely something that slips out against his will. He also likely has awkward or inappropriate timing, and he’s scared -- terrified, really. It’s not the most eloquent confession but it’s so incredibly sincere and touching; you can’t find it within yourself to complain.
V - Vulnerable — What’s something their s/o does that makes them weak to their knees?
I don’t think this is difficult to achieve with him either since he’s not been shown much kindness in his life. He’s been tortured for about half of it and never exactly surrounded himself with people who genuinely cared for him in his younger years. So genuine affection is nearly foreign to him and it catches him off guard. He’s also quiet and often withdrawn and with this comes a certain level of awkwardness. So he’s hesitant to really try and interact with much of the crew. So if you were to go out of your way to talk to him or try to include him, he’d seem uncomfortable and likely would be, but he appreciates it more than anything. Being kind to him and gently trying to get him out of his shell are great ways to earn his affection.
#time to fuck off for another 7 months <3#i did have fun with this though fjkdls#devil may cry#dante x reader#vergil x reader
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Would you ever do a one shot of Whiskey and Reader on a date? Like when they first met and he takes her out for the first time???
AHH ABSOLUTELY
You and Me
Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader
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Word Count: 3.8k
Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)
Alcohol consumption, flirting, kissing, daddy kink, mentions of pregnancy, established relationship/marriage, brief mention of an age gap
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A/N: There are mentions of last year’s Daddycember post “The Night We Met” in here, so if you haven’t read that, go check it out (; also… there may or may not be a BIG surprise at the end
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“I don’t think it suits me.”
“Really?” You’re flabbergasted, genuinely shocked and bewildered. “How’s that?”
He shrugs, grinning. “That’s what you call me.”
Rolling your eyes, you quickly glance down at the warm feeling on your leg. His dominant hand, strong and warm, caresses your knee.
“What? It’s true.” He insists, “You gave me that name, no one’s ever called me that before.”
When you look up into his eyes, he can see the emotion swirling within them, and smiles. “And besides, I think I like papa.”
“Papa?”
“Yeah,” He shrugs again “That’s what I called my dad.”
The meaning behind it makes you feel warm, very happy with a small sense of… longing. Maybe it’s time for the two of you.
“I actually really like that.”
Thinking about having Jack’s babies makes you absolutely swoon, but thinking about them running around calling him papa is giving you a new emotion enteriely. You can already see it, their little hands reaching out for him, being swooped up in those strong arms and comforted by his loving smile. He’d be such an amazing dad, he will be an amazing dad.
It’s all just talk, at least for now. You’re entertaining yourselves on the semi-long drive to the restaurant the two of you picked out. It’s rather expensive with the interior atmosphere being intimate but not extravagant. It was the perfect setting for tonight, for this special event.
Usually, the two of you would have gone out to a party on New Year’s, but not tonight. Tonight is the one-year anniversary of your engagement, and Jack wanted to do something special for it. He’s genuinely the most thoughtful man you’ve ever met, and you’re reminded of that every time you look at your ring. Last year, he proposed beneath the glimmering shower of fireworks, out on a deck in front of only you. His words were heartfelt, genuine, and your heart swelled from them. Jack shed a few tears when he saw you cry, holding you tightly in his arms after you accepted his ring. It was the happiest moment of his life, of both your lives.
You remember the first time you came to this restaurant. This particular establishment was chosen for tonight because it was the very place you and Jack had your first date. Nearly four years ago, you were sitting where you are now, Jack driving while you listened to the soft music playing through the radio.
“You like this song, darlin’?”
“Hm?”
“I can hear you hummin’.” That handsome smile was creeping up on his face, his eyes still on the road. “It’s cute.”
His comments made you shy, your face running hot with a bashful smile on top. Ducking your head down, you fiddled briefly with your fingers, taking in a small breath.
“Is, uh…” He began, speaking nervously. “Is it okay that I call you that? Darlin’?”
Looking up, you watch his gaze flicker toward you. He shrugs, one hand on the wheel. “I know I use a lot of pet names with you, I just… it’s the southern gentleman in me.” He laughs briefly, nervously.
Jack’s own anxieties were prevalent, causing you to smirk. He always seemed like such a confident man, it was interesting to see that falter because of you. Nodding, you speak softly to him.
“I like it.” A small, calming breath is released from his chest when you say it. “I think it’s cute.”
This time, he fully looks over at you, smiling. And you just swooned. He’s so handsome, so mature and put-together that from the very first night, he intimidated you. Jack seemed like the type of man that knew what he wanted in life, and how to get it. He knew where he was going and what it was going to take to get there, and worked hard to make it happen. Ambition has always been a strong trait within his personality.
He picked you up on time, trying not to eye your form as you walked toward his car. You chose to wear a honey-colored sweater, one that wrapped around your waist and had a lower neckline. A dainty necklace laid on your chest, with stud earrings and a single bracelet on your wrist. Black jeans covered your lower half, and on your feet were high-heeled boots, the same color as your sweater. Over one shoulder hung your black purse, your hair down with a pair of sunglasses pushing some of it back on top of your head. The angels sang for you, you were graceful and absolutely gorgeous.
There had never before been a time where Jack was this nervous to go on a date. He felt as though you were fine sand in the palm of his hand - dainty and shiny and one wrong move, you’d slip through his fingers. But he didn’t know how enthralled you already were with him.
“Thank you.” Stepping out of his Bronco, Jack held open your door, a soft shade of rose on his cheeks. Again, your bashful smile dropping to the floor, you listened to Jack shut the door before coming up to walk beside you.
“Have you been here before, honey?”
Looking up, you admire the restaurant. It’s beautiful, even on the outside. There’s foliage decorating its front with beautiful lights and wood paneling surrounding the doors.
“No, never.” Shaking your head, you gather the courage to look over at him, smiling.
“Well, I’m glad I can take you here first.” He grins, wanting so badly to reach out for your hand.
The fact that he not only opened the door for you but also pulled out your chair made your insides burn with anxiety and attraction. And when he walked ahead to pull out your chair, you finally got a good look at him. He chose to wear a pair of brown jeans, and light brown boots. Over his white t-shirt was a jean jacket, his hair styled and jaw cleanly shaven, too. Jack didn’t really wear any accessories, aside from his watch, and this was also the first time you’d seen him without his cowboy hat. He looked just as handsome.
“Thank you.” It’s becoming a common phrase around him.
“‘Course, sweetheart.” His heart is beating out of his chest, sliding the chair in as you sit before rounding the table to his own seat.
That nickname makes you hold your breath, chest squeezing tightly. He’s so goddamn sweet. But just as you’re beginning to calm your nerves down from hearing his charming words, more are already leaving his lips.
“You look really nice tonight, honey.”
“Really?” Glancing up, Jack witnesses the giddy smile on your lips.
He nods, reaching for the menu in front of him, but he doesn’t break eye contact. “Absolutely.”
A small, happy hum purrs in your throat, the feeling of wanting to return his compliment forming inside your chest.
“I haven’t seen you without your cowboy hat before.” At this, he looks up from his menu. “You look really nice - really handsome.” He huffs out a small laugh at your quick correction. But then you’re continuing, blabbering nervously. “I mean, you look really handsome with it, too!”
Laughing quietly, he says, “Thank you, sweet pea.”
While glancing at your menus, his fingers fidget nervously. What else can I say? What can I talk about? He wants so badly to impress you, to make a good impression.
“How was your day?”
“It was really good, actually. Calming, I needed a good self care day.”
“What do you do for that?” He’s genuinely curious; he doesn’t even know what he’d do for a self care day.
“Hm?”
“A, the uh…” Reaching over, he takes a sip of his water, clearing his throat. This is a foreign concept to him, and he’s nervous. “Self… care?”
“Oh,” Smiling, you giggle quietly. “I usually like to exfoliate my face and body, shower and shave and then put on a face mask. I’ll wax, maybe put a conditioning treatment in my hair.”
“Wax?”
“Yeah.” Covering your mouth, you mumble your laugh at his overt shock.
“Doesn’t that hurt?”
“Eh, sometimes. It hurts less than plucking my eyebrows.”
“Jesus,” He mumbles, shaking his head. “That all sounds like it hurts.”
“Don’t you do anything to your eyebrows?”
He frowns, thinking. Reaching up, he brings his pointer finger to the smooth space between his brows, rubbing it. “Sometimes I shave here.”
Again, you’re laughing. He just looks so cute. You can imagine him at home, looking in the mirror while he does a couple runs of his razor between his eyebrows.
“Well, maybe I could give your eyebrows a little love sometime.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Shrugging, you pick up your menu, too. “Maybe we can have a self care day together.”
Jack didn’t expect you to offer that, not at all. You’re just beginning your first date and already, you’re planning more. It makes him breathe a small sigh of relief; he must be doing something right.
There were so many things immediately that attracted you to Jack. First of all, he was handsome as hell, the kind of handsome that stands out in a crowd. The kind of handsome that makes you want to show pictures to your friends to brag. Secondly, his personality. It’s so big and confident, he fills up every inch of the room. He’s friendly, easy to talk to and quite polite. Not only that but he’s interesting. You couldn't believe how many places he’s been to.
“Italy?”
“Yep,” He nods, taking a bite of his pasta. “Loved it there.”
“Oh my gosh, that sounds so amazing. I’d love to go there.”
“Yeah? Maybe I’ll take you someday.” He jokes, although in his head, he can already picture it.
“I’d love that.” You grin, digging into your own plate.
As the night goes on, your courage begins to grow a little more, your anxieties relaxing. It’s so easy to be comfortable with him, to find intriguing conversation.
When it comes time for him to place his drink order, he looks to you, asking, "You mind if I drink, sugar?"
"Hm?" Furrowing your brows, you find yourself confused.
"Bein' that I'm driving you home and all." He explains, asking again, "Would it be okay with you if I had one drink?"
"Oh, of course!" You're genuinely shocked by his thoughtful consideration.
Flashing you that handsome smile, he then turns, ordering a bottle of wine for the two of you. Only after he'd asked for your preference, though. And then you each order your food, both your meals and drinks coming rather quickly.
“So…” Twirling your fork in your pasta, you begin quietly. “You know how you call me sugar and sweetheart, and all that?”
On the side of his neck, his pulse pounds. Fuck, did he take it too far with you? Should he not call you so many pet names? He can’t help it, you’re just such a sweet woman to him. You’re so pretty and kind and pure that it just makes him want to take care of you.
“Yeah?” He says, grabbing his glass of wine and taking a sip to mask his nervousness.
“Well, I was thinking… could I call you things? Like that?”
Oh, Lord, he’s so relieved. Relieved and intrigued and flattered and flustered and everything under the sun because you want to call him something sweet?
“Really?” Comes that beautiful, blossoming grin. He sets his drink down, ready to engage in conversation again. “Like what?”
Shrugging, you smile to yourself while thinking. “I don’t know, maybe just start out with… baby?”
“I’d love it if you called me baby.” And then, he sighs, eyes admiring you. “You’re so sweet.”
Inside, your first thought is not as sweet as you. But you want to forgo the cheesy line, instead settling with, “You are, too.”
In your personal opinion, how someone treats their waiter says a lot about them as a person. Whether they’re rude or have the common sense of general kindness, whether or not they tip appropriately, whether or not they clean up after themselves. And that night, Jack ticked off all the right boxes.
He tipped fifty-percent on the bill, which shocked you. And you know he didn’t do it for show because you took a sneak peek at the receipt when the waiter came to grab it. He was also exceptionally kind to the staff, very pleasant and polite. And to top it all off, he cleaned up after himself. He stacked his plates and wiped off his area, making sure things were easy for staff to grab when clearing the table for the next guests.
“Thank you so much,” Now, he’s holding your hand, the two of you walking to the parking lot.
“It’s my pleasure.” Lifting your lips, he presses his growing grin to the back of your hand, making your insides stir all over again. You want so badly to kiss him, to feel his lips on yours again, just like the night you first met.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to pay for my half?” You’re sitting snug in the passenger seat once again, the door opened and now closed by him.
“Absolutely not.” He frowns, shaking his head. The top to the bronco is down, allowing you to view him as he walks to his side. “This was me takin’ you out.” Sitting in the driver’s seat, he grunts, getting himself situated. And as he places the keys in the ignition, turning it slightly, he looks over with a kind grin. “And that means me payin’ for it.”
His driving makes you calm - he’s a good driver. Isn’t too fast or obnoxious, doesn’t drive aggressively. It really puts you at ease. The radio sings a soft tune, but its volume is low, the two of you sitting in a brief and pleasant lull.
“I’m really happy you asked me out.” At first, you’re looking away, but if you’re going to say something like that you need to at least have the courage to look at him. So you do.
“I’m really happy you said yes.”
“Did you really mean it?” He turns his head, looking at you questioningly.
“The night we met. You said that I’m…”
“The prettiest thing I have ever seen.”
Heat tingles in your cheeks as you nod. “Yeah.”
“Of course I meant it.” Glancing your way again, he adds, “And I still do. You’re pretty as a peach, baby.” Baby, it’s the first time he’s ever called you that.
“You’re so sweet.” Rolling your eyes, you smile widely, brightly.
To have this man, this older, incredibly attractive and enticing man, find you pretty, makes you flustered beyond belief. You feel so lucky to have his attention, and you hope you get to keep it for a while. You didn’t know then just how long you’d be held in his gaze.
When he parks the car in the lot of your apartment, he takes a moment to breath before twisting his body to reach behind your seat.
“I gotcha these.” He says, grunting as he plops back down.
Your eyes widen, lips parting as you see the bundle in his hands. Red roses, a whole bouquet of them.
“You… you didn’t have to do this.” Your voice is full of emotion, expressions offering him a fake pout. “This is so sweet.”
He’s smiling ear to ear, he’d hoped you’d like it. “I didn’t wanna give ‘em to you before we ate, because, well, you wouldn't have anywhere to put ‘em. But now you can take them up to your place.”
Your eyes then return to him, having been set on the bright red flowers now in your hands. “Would you… you wanna come up? For a bit?”
Inside, he’s thanking the lord. He was hoping you’d ask him that.
When you’re both out of the car, Jack walks beside you, letting you lead the way. You’re holding the bouquet and it makes him happy to see that, it’s like you’re already starting to become his. Fumbling with your keys briefly, you unlock your front door, pushing it open and flicking the light on for the two of you to see.
Jack’s eyes immediately wander, taking in your personal space. It’s clean and fairly neat, the pleasant smell of lavender filling the air. Your entryway opens up directly into your living room with your kitchen off to his left, the open concept allowing him to admire your decorations. There are a few plants, some wall art, and in all honesty, he finds it tasteful.
“You can take your shoes off here.” Pointing down, he does as you say, watching you kick your own off while locking the door. “I’m gonna go find a vase.”
Listening to the small patter of your feet prompts that familiar, gentle pull on the edges of his lips. After taking his shoes off, he follows you into the kitchen, standing on the other side of the island while he watches you search.
“They really are beautiful, Jack.” Facing him, you put the vase on the counter, grabbing scissors so you can cut their stems.
He sighs dreamily, sitting in one of the high-top chairs and folding his arms onto the counter. “So are you.”
Glancing up, you witness his love-struck state, and laugh. “You look cute like that.”
“Get ready to see me like this a lot more.” His response is natural, and true. It makes you giggle nonetheless, shaking your head. But he can’t help it, he’s infatuated with you.
“I know we drank at the restaurant, but would you want to stay for a glass? Or do you have somewhere to be?” It’s a gentle question, you don’t want to pressure him.
“I don’t have anywhere to be but here.” Jack responds, smiling. “Thank you for inviting me up, sweet pea.”
After arranging the flowers in their new home, you reach for the wine glasses and a bottle of white - one of your favorites. Jack follows you to the couch, sitting beside you, but leaving a little bit of space. He doesn’t want to seem too touchy.
His glass is accompanied by your pretty smile and timid voice, here. He takes a sip, admiring the taste before swallowing it. And when he does, you watch, his Adam's apple bobbing just slightly. He’s such an attractive man, so many things about him are just so sexy. But these are just thoughts, at least for now. You’re not the type to do anything sexual on the first date. Not that there’s anything wrong with it, you just like to take your time.
And Jack takes his time, letting you be the first one to speak.
“I…” Releasing your anxieties in one sigh, you decide to come out and say it. “I really like you, Jack.”
He smiles kindly, leaning his arm on the back of the couch. “I really like you, too, honey.”
It feels silly, saying these things. It’s like your highschoolers or something. But it’s true, you’re both smitten and there’s nothing either of you could do to deny it. Not that you’d ever want to. Between tonight and your first meeting, you’d talked quite often. Jack asked for your number tha night at the bar, and of course you gave it to him. You couldn't believe he even asked for it in the first place. But having the chance to see this man again? You couldn't turn it down.
Jack didn’t often do good morning texts, because he never knew when you woke up and he didn’t want to be the reason to wake you. But he texted throughout the day, and most times the two of you would stay up late into the night talking, so you always got a sweet goodnight. Sometimes your conversations were light and playful, other times they were deep and meaningful. But both of you knew that your connection grew tenfold when you were face-to-face with each other.
Sighing, Jack leans forward, setting his glass down. “You’re easy to like.” He says, resting back on the couch. He grins, shrugging. “What’s not to like?”
“You’re real fuckin’ charming, you know that?”
He laughs at this, your wording. “I guess I am, considering I got a date with you.”
“Maybe you’ll be lucky enough to get two.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Mhm,” You nod, grinning flirtatiously at him.
Jack holds that smile he has, scooching a little closer to you on the couch. “Well, I’d really like that.”
When he slid toward you, his arm also moved, laying over the top edge of the couch. It makes you feel so much closer to him, like he’s caging you in. But only with one arm. He’s giving you an out, positioning himself in a way where you could move if you wanted to. But the only direction you move is toward him.
“Me too.” Your voice is quiet, breath hitching when you see his eyes drop to your lips. But yours drop, too, admiring his.
Jack reads your signals carefully, allowing himself to lean in. And you accept it, wholeheartedly and happily. The soft press of his lips makes you sigh, your eyes closing in contentment. Lifting his hand, he places it on your cheek, holding your gently. And your own rises with him, palm laying over his forearm, mouth moving against his.
Your insides are lighting up with excitement, especially when the two of you move in close. He’s pressed against you now, and you’re not shying away from it. You’re leaning into him, welcoming the repeated press of his gorgeously plush lips, tasting just a little bit of him. You can smell the wine on his breath, the cologne on his chest and neck. It makes you want him.
“You might be the handsomest man I’ve ever met.” Your breaths are a little ragged, but light.
“Handsomest?” He grins, staying close to your face. “Is that a word?”
“I don’t know.” Comes your cute giggle, shaking your head. “But it’s what you are.”
“The handsomest?”
“The handsomest.”
Pulling you into his lap now is your husband of one official year. He’s cuddling you, kissing on your face and neck and reveling in your little giggles. You chose not to drink tonight, but the two of you still had a fantastic time. Tonight was so much fun, you both enjoyed reliving your past memories in that restaurant.
“Am I still the handsomest?” He teases, tickling your side. But when you squirm away he only pulls you closer, nuzzling his nose into your neck.
Turning your head, you rub the tip of your nose across his. “Always.”
“Hmm,” It’s a happy hum, your husband entirely drunk on your love. “Happy anniversary, babycakes.”
Smiling brightly, you keep your head turned toward him, your foreheads touching. “Happy anniversary, baby.” Reaching up, your hand holds his face, fingers gently brushing across his skin.
“From now on, sugar,” Looking up into your eyes, you can see the swirl of eternal warmth and love that has been given to you. “It’s just you and me.”
Swallowing, you feel a bout of nerves bubble up inside you. And he notices, frowning a bit. “Well… maybe not just you and me.”
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☆ нєєѕєυиg :~
Although heeseung and you liked eachother, none of you confessed to the other one and made things official
You two yourselves knew that it was TOTALLY mutual and even the members shipped y’all!! But-
Both of you were waiting for the other one to make a move
But your hee wasn’t confessing or asking you out at all..no matter how much you waited. He was being shy and dorky and you knew you had to take matters into your own hands now..🤦♀️🙄 after all, how can you blame him if he’s our innocent vanilla bambi?🤭
And besides even tho a bold and flirty hee (which was a super rare case for someone like him) made your heart flutter, it was no denying that a shy and giggly heeseung was the very best!!🥺
So you arranged everything really well. You didn’t want it to be too simple or too extravagant, and hence you invited to take him out for a lunch date at his favourite place!
Even though he didn’t know what was coming, this sweetheart dressed in your favourite style and even brought you flowers?? 🫠😭
You already told the waitress before hand and handed her your note, instructing her to hide the proposal note carefully in between the paper towels when she would serve your order.
And therefore after 15 minutes passed and you guys were good to go, the food was here as per your signal!
Hee lifts the paper towel in a while and his eyes quickly follow to the note that fell down the table. Confused, he picks it up and stares at it to read it.
When he reads the words “will you be my dear boyfriend?💞” written there, he’s immediately in denial.
At first this dummy even thinks it’s a mistake and calls the waitress to return it UNTIL he feels your heavy glare like you’re about to murder him😠🔪😆
But then he instantly checks the handwriting and..realises its from you😳
Man goes all “😳🙈💓💘🫣😱😊💗”
Like bazooka and fireworks were exploding inside his stomach
So shy that he tries to hide his face in the handkerchief bc he doesn’t want you to laugh at the way his cheeks are going pink 👉🏻👈🏻
hee is quick to read the situation and he gets up and sits beside you hastily, taking your hands inside his and looking at your eyes directly.
“Ofcourse I would love to have you as my girlfriend y/n” he boldly confesses, somehow making the moment so intimate with his honesty and romantic eyes!
Will be so giddy throughout the whole lunch date and never let go of your hands even for a minute
A nonstop giggle machine who can’t hide his big, happy smile at finally dating the love of his life!
And duh, he expects to act bold in turn and kisses your cheek..but
Almost has his heart stopped in the process bc he’s such a cute and flustered babyboy hehe 😝💓
☆ ʝαу:~
Okay so, you can never be the first one to propose to jay!
Cause he be that perfect romantic guy straight out of them hollywood movies ! >.<
Hence he already made his 11/10 preparations to propose you on your birthday!
Valentine’s Day is a pretty cliche and you’d be expecting sth on the day of love so he avoided that ocassion on purpose
When you least expect it, you’d find a gift bouquet of dress, matching accessories and shoes lying on your bed with a note that says “meet me at your doorstep in an hour” from jay.
He handpicks your outfit for the day by himself! Talk about being classy🥹
And when you do dress up, anticipating sth romantic, it is then you meet him, all dressed up in a suit outside your doorstep, greeting you with the brightest smile ever!
He blindfolds you the whole drive, holding your hands securely the whole ride and kissing the back of it from admiration.
Also compliments you so so much more than usual
After around half an hour later, you reach a very luxurious dinner restaurant at the side of a beach! A beach cause that’s your favourite!
You open your eyes and immediately get teary from the way the table is decorated with candles and rose petals!🥹
The whole beach is lit up by lamps, and there’s even people he hired to play the piano as you guys eat!
Soon enough, you see him kneel down for you the traditional romantic way and tell you “will you be my girlfriend y/n” in the sweetest voice you’ve ever heard
And how could you ever say no to the fairy tale romance?
You obviously agree and the blissful night ends in harmony, the sound of crashing waves and soothing piano keys as you and jay dance together and drown in eachother’s loving confessions!💞
☆ ʝαкє:~
Your romantic, ROMANTIC guy who’s totally head over heels in love with you and ofcourse..so are you
He would definitely take his chance to cheesily flirt with you here and there, but would be so affected by it lmao and run away after that
I mean..he was still in his shy phase with you and didn’t quite enter his shameless jake phase yet
So you wanted to be the one to ask him out first
Besides it would be a great revenge on him since he was always making you bashful by complimenting you randomly and blowing up your heart BY BEING OUTRIGHT FLIRTY😳
Now it was your turn to blow up HIS heart..😈
You invited him over at your place on a special weekend and specifically told him to come alone
What you didn’t know was how not only were you the one planning to propose but so was he!
You dress up all nice and cute and even set up a nicely decorated place with “date me” letter balloons and cupcakes you yourself baked!🥺
The moment jake rings the bell to your door, you open it and rush straight inside his arms, yelling excitedly “my jakeyy!!”
He freezes for a second there and his soul almost leaves his body from the abrupt contact of your body with his..😳💞 like wow..you were so soft and smelled so nice and your heart beat was beating against HIS CHEST now that you were squeezed together
He immediately notices the set up behind you and gets the scene
Hugs you back 10x tighter, almost squeezing the life out of you and giggling with his squeaky voice in your ears >~<
When you let go after what feels like an hour, you kiss him on the cheek all of a sudden, catching him off guard
his eyes go “O.O” and he almost dramatically falls to his knees from embarrassment and shyness ! 🤯💓
But Damn girl..you better be prepared cause when he gets up..he will ATTACK YOU WITH KISSES >.<
Like who did you pull this romantic stunt on? The clingiest puppy of the century so you’re now in for a parade of his sweet kisses 💋
“I.*kiss.* love *kiss* you *kiss* my *kiss* girl *KISS*” 🫦🫣
No way can you shove him away so you just give in and enjoy your moment of a lifetime ;)
☆ ѕυиgнσσи:~
It was the 14th of February, the day of lovers, so you knew you had to make it special for your sunghoon!
Besides he finally got a break day admist his busy schedule (that was very intentional bc he begged for a day off just so he could spend it with you 🤫)
Y’all plan a mini trip to the next city, to spend some time by yourselves, both of you planning to confess on this big day!
As it was a special ocassion, all the shops and stalls were decorated with red heart balloons and many couple offers!
When you walk by a plushie store, your eyes immediately land on a stuffed bunny that you wanted but you had to shoot the aim with a playgun- the game that you were so horrible at.
But ofcourse, these are the moments sunghoon loves the most! >.< when you can depend on him for anything
And him being the man he is, he proudly wins the bunny for you!
The moment hoon goes to take the bunny, the shopkeeper hands him another one, the female pair, and says “this one is for your pretty girlfriend. Since you guys are the cutest couple that visited our store today.” winking at you
To this sunghoon shyly smiles and thanks the lady adding “my girl indeed is really beautiful. Thank you again.”
You hear the whole conversation and just…stand there in awe
When he comes back, after a while you do ask him:
“Since when did I become your ‘girl’ sunghoon?🤨”
“Well…” *coughs*
“Maybe you will be…..at the end of today.” He chuckles nervously.
And awwh!🥺You take this chance to ask him out indeed.
“Then will you be my boyfriend?😳”
Well well..You know the answer from the way he looks at you and brushes your fingers together instead. 💕
☆ ѕυиσσ:~
Actually, this smart boy saw your proposal coming 😆
From the way you were being so clumsy and hesitant today and blushing every now and then, stealing glances of him
He knew from a long time that you liked him anyway
And…..so did he ☺️🙊
On the day you first met, that you celebrated as your “meeting anniversary” you guys go on an ice cream date!
After buying him his favourite mint choco (mind you, you bought him 3 scoops today just to bribe him to say yes) you look at him with frowned eyebrows, as if warning him that you will only take a yes for an answer even before you asked the question. -.-
“So kim sunoo..* clears throat * “
He holds a laughter back immediately at how determined you sounded lmao
“HEY DON’T LAUGH.😠 this is important!” You warn.
“Yes ofcourse. *chuckles* go on fast. My ice cream is melting.”
“Will you spend the rest of your life with me?😳”
And..3,2,1 he just bursts out laughing loudly.
Which causes you to raise an eyebrow from displeasure
“Well sure. If you promise to accept mint choco as the world’s best flavour.😌” he teases.
“AS IF I WOULD EVER.” You roll your eyes and give him a playful nudge on his stomach with your knee, his sunshine smile causing you to smile in turn.
But you knew the boy just agreed, because once he’s done eating, he gives you a doting forehead kiss and murmurs a silent “I’m-so-lucky-to-have-you.”
You wish you could enjoy the romantic moment, but nah, you’re running after him to wipe the cream off your forehead that he just mischievously smudged from his lips!😆💕
☆ ʝυиgωσи:~
Okay so our yang leader lost a bet with the boys and was dared to propose you as part of the losing deal
Even tho jw isn’t someone who’s very openly affectionate and likes being cheesy (he’s a silent sweetheart and we all know it 🥺) , we all know how competitive he is and hates losing!
Hence, he agreed to do that like it was no big deal for him!
But like in all reality, it was a PRETTY BIG deal because they literally asked him to propose you for marriage??😳
And that too, infront of them as witness…🙄
Like how could they miss out on this golden content of their leadernim??😆
And so they forcefully dressed him up and even cleaned the space where the great act was to take place!
Although the rational part of jungwon was being skeptical and feared your reply as y’all were still teenagers, the irrational part of him was going crazy over the thought of having you as his wife 😳 (well not now but someday)
So when you came, you already could sense the sus smell in the air
Like why was your wonie acting so weird and where were the boys?🤨
They were all stacked one on top of another by the door, hiding and peeking in to see the show without you noticing! 😝
Abruptly, you are thrown aback as jungwon suddenly kneels down infront of you and reaches out his hand for you.
You could tell he was smiling a second before, but now? His eyes were glimmering with a hint of honesty and intimacy.. 💘
“Y/n. Will you marry me?” He blurts out in the most polite way he could ever say.
And damn he sounded so romantic and SEXYY that you could swear you felt your senses leave you for a second there
But you fumble a “yes” shyly and rest your hand on his reached out one, that causes him to smirk in a winning delight
The cute moment is crushed to pieces in seconds when the boys shout and fall like dominos infront of the door from excitement lol
That causes jungwon and you to separate hands in a flash
“KISS HER! KISS HER! KISS HER” they all begin cheering loudly, raising an eyebrow at their bashful leader
But ugh no, he really doesn’t do it and just tells them to shut up😔
Okay NO..maybe he does give you a small littol peck on your lips 👉🏻👈🏻when the others weren’t watching and whispers into your ears “I really meant it, though. Be prepared to be my wife someday” in the faintest voice that makes you wonder if he really did that or it was just a heart fluttering fleeting hallucination.
Well you are good as long as you don’t that topic up again infront of him, cause if you do, he will LITERALLY pretend like it didn’t happen and he WASN’T absolutely being mr.romantic a few seconds ago😒😆
☆ иι кι:~
A certified menace 🙄
And there you were…taking the chance to propose him on this hyped up “propose day” on the 8th of February
You called him so nicely too..
“Hey niki?🥰”
“Yes y/n?” He asks suspiciously, catching the extra excitement in your voice. 🤨
“It’s proposing day today so I wanted to ask. Be my boyfriend?😚”
And…………..
The line just beeps and disconnects.
YEAH HE JUST HUNG UP THE CALL ON YOUR FACE when you asked that </333
And lowkey disappears and ghosts you for the next few hours
Until you get mad in turn and decide to not reply to his nonchalant “hey” text that he sent literally 3 freaking hours later…
But you can’t be mad at him for long because….
He shows up at your door with food at midnight with the most mischievous smile ever haha
You pretend to frown upon seeing him and try to run away, but he catches you immediately into a back hug tightly and declares
“Okay okay. Let’s be dating from now on.”🫣💖
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🄰/🄽: 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖾! <𝟥 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝖼 "𝗲𝗻𝗵𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂"
𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ♡
𝘠'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 here! {𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘵7 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 ♡☻︎}
#anon do send an ask to lmk if you liked it🥰#enhypen x reader#enhypen x engene#enhypen x you#enhypen x y/n#enhypen fluff#enhypen soft hours#enhypen imagines#enhypen headcanons#enhypen reactions#enhypen scenarios#enhypen drabbles#enhypen fanfictions#enhypen fanfic#lee heeseung x reader#sim jake x reader#park sunghoon x reader#enha fluff#park jay x reader#yang jungwon x reader#sunoo x reader#ni ki x reader#nishimura riki x reader#Kim sunoo x reader#heeseung fluff#jake fluff#heeseung x reader#Jake x reader#enha scenarios#enha imagines
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Kissing 4*Town
What their kisses are like- from someone whos never kissed anyone before aside from their momma. I’ll try my best
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Robaire
- The romantic member of 4*Town is of course very fond of kisses. He gives them often & all of them are absolutely filled with love. He’s not shy to kissing you in front of others at all
- When he kisses you he likes to scoop you up into his arms. It may range from him completely hugging you against him or him simply cupping your face in his hands. Either way hes touchy & lovely
- His kisses are very passionate & excited each time. He never loses that- no matter how many kisses you both share. Sometimes he’s a little too excited & can be a bit rough, but he’ll apologize if he notices
- Robaire definitely hugs or holds you close to him during kisses. He wont lean or push against you, but he loves you being all up against him
- Robaire doesn’t do a ton of big extravagant kisses im public- but in private he sets off fireworks in your heart every day. Kisses are a good way for him to show you his affection (in his mind)
- He doesn’t care for kissing you in a ton of other places aside from your mouth- he doesn’t hate it ofc! He just ‘likes your taste’ he says. He is very fond of gentle hand kisses though- and often gives them to you in public
Bonus: Despite popular belief- Robaire actually isn’t super into french kisses unless the two of you are alone & feeling frisky. He thinks they’re kinda reserved for more… intimate times 👀
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Jesse
- ok so mr suave here is a very big fan of kisses but you have to watch out because his goal with every kiss in front of people is to fluster you. Private kisses are sweet & loving but public kisses are here to throw hands with your heart
- Jesse loves to kiss your literally anywhere he can. He doesn’t mind or have too much of a preference. If he had to choose he’d probably pick your throat or neck as his favorite spots because of how intimate those places are. And he has 0 shame in kissing these places in public
- Jesse’s kisses are teasing and playful. They’re sweet when he’s not got anything to prove to anyone- but he’s always trying to start something with you smh. His kisses are also usually pretty long, no matter where they are. Its cute
- He will always pull you into him and lean into you. Jesse likes to make you two as close as possible when he goes to give kisses. He wont ever let you fall or stumble though- worst case scenario he’s dipping you over for a kiss in his strong arms
- In private his kisses are more light hearted. Unless you’re both being frisky- Jesse simply doesn’t have the energy to keep being extra all the time. His private kisses are usually shorter & gentler but full of just as much love
- Most common kisses from Jesse are on the jaw, lips, and throat. They’re not always teasing either- he just enjoys these spaces. And kissing you there makes him feel trusted & welcomed (and he adores that)
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Tae Young
- Kisses with Tae Young are a commodity! Or at least little kisses are. He’s a little shy to kissing you on the mouth in front of others (he’ll blush a bit if he does) but he doesn’t mind giving you some sugar if you ask
- Tae likes to kiss you on your face more then just your mouth, he likes being able to give you a few pecks more then one big kiss before he leaves. And he definitely puts his hands on your face or pulls you close by tugging on your clothes
- His kisses are usually soft & quick, they’re butterfly kisses really! But when he does kiss you on the mouth its very soft & playful. He smiles a lot into his kisses & it’s infectious
- Tae Young likes to lean into you in kisses too, he kind of just throws himself into your arms & if you both fall over?? Oh well. It was worth it in his mind!
- In private where he’s more fond of kissing your lips, he really gets into it. He’s a very passionate kisser, even if he’s a bit shy. And depending on his mood he may playfully bite you
- Most common kisses from Tae are kisses on your cheek, nose, and jaw. He just loves to plant little kisses here, he thinks they’re such good places to be loved
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Aaron T
- He has kisses that are full of energy & love & it is so infectious and fun. T loves giving you kisses anytime and anywhere you let him. His favorite kisses are of course on the mouth but he gets so excited to give you any kind of love its hard to tell he has a favorite at all
- When T kisses you there’s 2 things he may do. He may A: gently & lovingly pull you into a close hug against him before planting kisses on you. Or B: fucking yank you right against him and passionately kiss you (might even playfully dip you over if you give in to it). There is no inbetween for A & B and in both times he’ll be smiling & giggling into the kisses
- When T kisses you its super loving & playful. Its a little rough sometimes but it’s usually only because he’s super excited to give you love. And when his kisses are a bit more relaxed?? He gives very deep & loving kisses- it can make you both a bit air headed by the end if he don’t pull away for fucking brEATHING
- T dramatically throws & puts himself against you. He’ll catch & hold you both up if you start to fall but 100% be prepared for your boy to jump into your fucking arms for a short kiss
- In private I believe T likes to tease with kisses. He’ll lightly bite or lick your lips just to get a reaction out of you because he likes to chuckle with you- but im ngl these little teasing gestures usually end up turning simple kisses into a lot more 👀
- Most common kisses are on the mouth or cheek. He just simply likes these places. He has 0 problems kissing your hands though & will often give your fingers kisses if you’re busy talking to someone
Bonus: There’s a video of T kissing you & dipping you down dramatically after he finally came back from a long trip away. When he pulled back up & separated he literally screamed & cheered. It was the cutest fucking thing but you were absolutely shocked at the time because its the first time he’d tried a dip before
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Aaron Z
- His kisses are very sweet and loving. Z is a bit shy to kissing you on the mouth in front of others but he’s never ashamed of it after it happens. Kisses on the mouth are also his favorite, they feel intimate & he likes that. He also just likes expressing love to you in general if it doesn’t involve words
- When he kisses you he likes to put a hand on your face. It can range from him cupping your cheek to him gently holding your chin. And when he does this it makes the both of you feel so warm & fuzzy
- The actual kiss is always very gentle & warm. Regardless of how you are as a person he doesn’t like to kiss you roughly. He’s always soft with you
- He also likes to pull you into kisses with him, he doesn’t lean or push against you much. He wants you to lean against him so he can hold you close. He’s cozy & regardless of how big you are- he thinks you fit perfectly in his arms
- Z doesn’t do a ton of kisses at once (unless the both of you are making out or something smh), but his kisses are a bit long & are very passion filled. You can tell with every kiss that he really does love you
- The most common kiss from him outside of something on the mouth are gentle kisses to your cheek or temple. These are usually faster but they’re still more then just a little peck
#4town#4town aaron t#4town aaron z#4town imagines#4town jesse#4town robaire#4town taeyoung#4town x reader#4townie
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Title: Cash or Card
Summary: That pizza delivery worker, something about them looks so familiar…
I promise this is technically a Connverse short!! Lmao
Oh, and the prompt y'all voted on for the next short, "Steven and Connie thousands of years in the future," will probably definitely be the next short released. My idea for it is still kinda half-baked, and I may end up using an entirely different idea, though. After that one is released, I'll run another poll for the next prompt.
If you hate external links, the short can also be found below the cut:
That goddamned delivery worker…
Something about them looked so familiar, yet so damn unfamiliar…
Their hooked nose, frizzy hair, expressive eyes, enormous height...
Had they somehow met in a previous life?
No, that couldn't be possible… but he had to know them from somewhere, right...?
He took a seat on his dirty couch, sipping from a nearly expired beer bottle as he mentally thumbed through a list of over four decades worth of friends—okay, acquaintances.
Jimmy, no… Cody, no… Katherine, no… Jenny, no… Amber, no… Sabina, absolutely not…
He sighed before shoving a slice of piping hot, fish-covered pizza into his mouth.
Was this really what his life had come to, he thought: using his one day a week away from that damned car wash to lounge around his moldy apartment, cataloging his endless failed attempts at companionship?
Chugging down his remaining beer, he ran a greasy hand through his graying hair—wait, did he just feel a new bald spot?
He immediately shot up from the couch and threw his lunch into his cluttered, disorganized fridge before he could feel the brunt of his oncoming mid-life crisis.
Time to get some fresh air.
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Beach City, or “Homeworld City” as the mayor had renamed it, had changed extraordinarily within the prior few decades. Construction of countless apartment buildings, railroads, museums, and even skyscrapers had commenced shortly after the merger with its neighboring town, Little Homeworld—did that place just spring up overnight or what?
Pacing down Universe Street, the city’s hottest new tourist spot, the man could discern a myriad of buildings which he could swear did not exist the week prior. Like, since when did the city feature a gourmet donut shop, a laser tag arena, or a goddamned bustling music venue? Back when he was a kid, Beach City’s raves were thrown exclusively in crumbling, abandoned buildings.
And since when did the city feature a colossal, extravagant library!?
“We gather here today for the grand opening of one of my most monumental passion projects of all time,” the mayor beamed into a microphone from atop the library’s front steps. Her towering husband, sporting a pink shirt with a strange cat design, stood right beside her, waving toward their swiftly accumulating crowd. “Thank you for coming, everyone! Without your support, I could never have even dreamed of making this happen.” Grinning ear-to-ear, the mayor paused for a moment as overwhelming applause filled the air. “I, uh,” she then began; everyone went silent, “won’t bore you all with a long, sappy speech, but… just know that reading has always been super important to me and my husband.” She grasped her spouse’s hand. “That’s why, many years ago, one of my first actions in office was requesting the construction of this… cathedral of knowledge: the Maheswaran-Universe Public Library!”
Another burst of applause filled the air, like thousands of fireworks exploding at once. The man covered his ears; his hearing was already damaged enough as is from the legion concerts he had attended in his youth.
“But without further ado,” the mayor smirked, throwing her ponytail over her shoulder, “let’s open this bad boy!” She tossed the microphone to her husband before letting out an ear-piercing whistle. Moments later, the city's mascot pink lion came bounding toward her with an intricate, pink and yellow sword held firmly in its jaws, which it subsequently dropped into her hands. With a brisk, almost incomprehensible movement of her blade, the mayor then slashed away a ribbon from the building’s front entrance.
As everyone practically trampled one another rushing through the newly opened library’s doors, all the man could do was stand in place, attention focused squarely on the mayor, her husband, and their damned pink lion…
He had somehow failed to realize it prior, but the three of them were just so incredibly familiar… He just knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that their paths had crossed before... but where?
Was it at a rave? A street race? Perhaps a party? Had they possibly even met on more than one occasion?
And why did the mayor and her husband bear a strange, vague resemblance to that goddamned delivery worker...?
The man's jaw dropped abruptly; moments later, he was booking it back to his apartment.
He needed to order another pizza!
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“So, like… I don’t get it,” the man spoke, hands tucked away in his pockets. “Is this, like, your secret side job or whatever?”
“Uhm… excuse me, sir?” the delivery worker vocalized. In their hands sat a flat box featuring a Fish Stew Pizza logo.
The man snorted as he studied the worker’s face. “And why do you still seem so young? Shouldn’t you look, like, seventy or something by now?” He smirked, “Where’s all your wrinkles, dude?”
The worker blinked, mouth ajar. “I, uhm… ‘seem young’ because I’m sixteen, sir,” they muttered, trying their absolute best to avoid eye contact. “Will you be paying with cash or card?”
He rolled his eyes. “C’mon, not cool,” he remarked, leaning against his apartment door’s frame. “I just wanna know why our city’s leaders are running around delivering pizzas on a Sunday afternoon. Don’t you have, like, another library to be opening right now, Stevonnie?”
“S… Stevonnie…?” the worker murmured, brow furrowed. Moments later, their eyes shot wide open, revealing their pink, diamond-shaped pupils to the man for the first time. “Wait… wait a second…” they snorted.
The man quirked an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”
“I-I’m sorry, sir,” the worker tittered, “it’s just… you’ve got me confused for someone else—my, uh, parents, to be exact.” They threw their dark brown, waist-length hair over their shoulder, revealing a small name tag. “You see, my name’s Grace. Uhm, Grace Maheswaran-Universe.”
The man’s eyes narrowed in on the badge’s small lettering. “So you’re, like…” he paused, meeting the teenager’s gaze, “Stevonnie’s kid!?”
“One of multiple,” the girl informed through a snicker. “I’ve got a brother and two sisters; I’m the oldest.” As she twirled a lock of hair around her thumb, she then remarked, “One of us was kinda bound to come out looking a bit like mom-dad—er, sorry, ‘Stevonnie’.”
The man blinked. He let out an extended exhale as he then sank to the floor, back pressed up against the door frame. “Sorry for the confusion, kid,” he sighed, yanking a crumpled wad of cash from his pocket. “This has been, uh…” he cringed, slapping a palm to his face, ”embarrassing for me.”
“Weirder things have happened on the job,” Grace shrugged as she knelt to pull the cash from the man’s fingers. She then placed his pizza at his feet. “But hey,” she started, meeting the man’s eyes, “if you want, I could pass on a message for you. I’m sure my parents would love to hear from an old friend.”
The man sharply inhaled through his teeth. “Just, uhm…” he murmured, “tell them I’m sorry,” he exhaled, diverting his eyes from the girl’s, “for, uh… everything…”
Grace nodded. “Will do, uhm…” she paused to glance at the receipt taped atop the pizza box, ”Kevin.”
#steven universe#connie maheswaran#connverse#fanfiction#su#steven quartz universe#steven x connie#connie x steven#su fanfiction#I wanna include another character tag here but it would be a spoiler RIP
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Not as extravagant as that last b-day message (tis a shame, for I am a showman) but I must say happy birthday Sobredunia!!! May your day be full of joy and lots entertaining and wonderful activities!
-Al
(@the-alakazam-attraction)
Thanks a lot!! I got to eat really good macaroni and there was a firework show nearby that I got to watch thru the window, so that was really special and cool :3
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HP FESTS: HP AU Fest
HP AU Fest 2022:
on the consequences of gravity by where_ivy_grows - E, one-shot - “I think I liked you better drunk,” she mused. “I think I liked you better when I was drunk.” Theo cuts in from where he’s eating by the kitchen island. “I don’t think either of you liked each other very much, drunk or otherwise. Which means this whole affair will be rather fun, won’t it? ”That’s one way to put it.
Bonfire Hearts by Megan_P_Cook - E, one-shot -The special thing about Camp Sunart is its purpose. Designed for children—of any blood status—with magical abilities, it provides them with the opportunity to practice their magic within a controlled environment, also allowing them to make friends prior to their studies at Hogwarts. Setting them up with both Muggle and Magical lifeskills. Hermione Granger returns as Head Girl, however, she's in for a surprise when she's joined by her former academic rival. Enter Head Boy Draco Malfoy. OR: The one where Hermione and Draco are forced to share a bed together.
Hermione Granger's Diary by riddikulus_puff - T, 11 chapters - Hermione Granger is an average woman struggling against her age, her weight, her job, her lack of a man, and her many imperfections. As a New Year's Resolution, Hermione decides to take control of her life, starting by keeping a diary in which she will always tell the complete truth. The fireworks begin when her charming though disreputable boss takes an interest in the quirky Miss Hermione Granger. Thrown into the mix are Hermione's band of slightly eccentric friends and a rather disagreeable acquaintance into whom Hermione cannot seem to stop running into or help finding quietly attractive. A fanfiction for the 2022 HP AU Fic Fest Inspired by the book 'Bridget Jones's Diary by Helen Fielding and inspired by the 2001 film, Bridget Jones's Diary
anytime by ellieauthor - E, 2 chapters - "If you won't shut up long enough for me to explain it, I can provide a more hands-on demonstration," he says, and the thrill of the prospect chips away at the ice of her panic. “So do it, then.” And that is how she ends up naked and spread open on the cool, soft leather of Draco Malfoy’s insanely extravagant couch.// Or, when things get to be Too Much to Handle, Hermione finds a temporary solution in the hands of her second-to-least favorite person in school.
Fall from grace by art_prongs, thatblondebitvh - E, one-shot - fall from grace noun (in Christian belief) a descent from a state of divine favour into sin
Your Soul and Mine by In_Dreams - M, one-shot - Draco is measured and sentenced for his crimes during the war by an unseen force. Suspended within the desolate landscape between life and death, he’s forced to claim souls until his debt is paid. But what happens when one of those souls is the other half of his own? Grim Reaper AU.
Forever (Just About) by wiryodisastro - T, one-shot - HP AU FestSeperated for 15 years, reunited in the tournament. So is it finally forever now? inspired by "Forever" by Fletcher
Protection by Fearthefaithful - E, 6 chapters - Hermione has no one else to go to when she needs protection. She's desperate. And desperate times call for desperate measures. Which is how she finds herself at the feet of the High Lord. The cost of his protective services may have been too high.
Make a Martyr of Me by EndlessAntares - M, one-shot - A saint's confession is a sought-after drug; and for Draco Malfoy no greater high exists. --------- Set in an Alternate Universe, Draco is a prince and Hermione is his prisoner. But who is actually in control?(I’m not even sure and I wrote the damn thing.)
HUH -- Hogwarts University Hospital by brimightwrite (brigrangermalfoy) - E, one-shot - Doctor!Hermione and Nurse!DracoJust some good ol fashioned on call room smut
Sirius Says by Ceilidhchaos - E, 6 chapters - An urban fantasy AU combining the world of Bordertown and the world of H.P. Prompt: Urban Fantasy AU for HPAU Fest (Draco x Hermione x Multiples)
Yet You’re My Favorite Work of Art by IceClownBenjiWyatt - M, one-shot - Following the death of his mother, Draco Malfoy becomes Prince Regent and must find a wife. Luckily for him, Hermione Granger is at the bottom of the list.Title from the song My Funny Valentine
Two Worlds by art_prongs - T, one-shot - "You are this realm's Queen. My Queen. We all shall wait for your return for however long it might take. Don't take too long, though, my love. You will be missed."
The Laws of the Game by art_prongs - G, one-shot - The roar of the stadium fades away, and all she can hear is the sound of her name on his lips.
An Omen Most Odious by KatsiPerennial - E, one-shot - Hermione Jean Granger was born many things but, most unfortunately of all of them, a seer.Though she'd prevented the imminent destruction of the wizarding world many a time over—single-handedly, she might add—she'd never received the accolades she deserved, dubbed a hack, a bit batty, and, worst-of-all, illogical.She was intent to leave it all behind her, find her place in the world without all the prejudice and stigma, that was until she received a world-shattering, feels-like-you’re-going-to-literally-die vision that led her straight to Draco Malfoy’s doorstep.Oh bugger
One More Time for the Camera by Sincerely_vas - T, one-shot - Hermione is tired that everyone and their mother is more interested in talking about her love life —or lack thereof— than her acting career. Her friend and colleague Draco Malfoy proposes a solution: that they get married. It’s risky, says her mind. It’s genius, says Draco. It’s fucking stupid, says Ginny. And it just might work. They’re professionals, they’re actors, and most importantly, they’re friends; so nothing really has to change. Right?
Icing on the Cake. by siriusempra - E, one-shot - Hermione and Theo put on a show for Draco's first Father's Day. (Draco x Hermione x Theo)
Heavy Hung by MalfoysMuggleMrs - E, 4 chapters - “The books are terribly Muggle in essence,” wrote one Daily Prophet review, “but they're better than the best-brewed daydream potion; the newest staple on every witch's bookshelf." Hermione publishes romance novels under a pseudonym. Her worst enemy is her best muse, and years of clandestine encounters make for a rather stocked bookshelf.
The Chance by rockthecasbah18 - E, one-shot - Draco Malfoy has been one of Hermione Granger's top subscribers for months - what will he do when he finally gets the opportunity to actually star in one of her videos?
Saudade by xeeeeeen - M, one-shot - As her crew revelled back on her ship, the Pirate Queen Hermione Granger found herself ashore, tracking one of her most trusted men–or rather the man who used to be her most trusted. She did not know what had possessed Malfoy to make him steal from her: it was no secret that he was her favourite. His betrayal was personal and she would personally deal with it. It was gonna be a pleasure to extract the answers she sought. He would talk, and he would talk now.
Things of the Past by Stein048 - M, one-shot - A one-shot for the HP AU 2022 fest, prompt is Archaeology. Hermione is an archaeologist and calls on her former partner, Draco to aid her in a recent find. *contains strong language and implied nsfw* Betas: ndcyciv / somandalicious / Astrangefan
after two light showers and a burst of sunlight we meet by malfxys - T, one-shot - it’s a library where they first meet, and a library where they keep meeting.
Convince Me by annakate00 - T, one-shot - Finally, Hermione has been entrusted with a task from the College of Winterhold: secure more funding for the Saarthal Expedition from the Empire. If successful, she’s one step closer to becoming a scholar. She just has to convince Thane Malfoy to fork over the septims.
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If They Asked You Out
| Masterlist |
Tanjiro:
Tanjiro's the kind of guy who'll ask you plainly, but not too plainly.
He'll try to set a romantic atmosphere first off, like asking you under the stars or over a candlelit meal. He doesn't want to do anything super extravagant, because he knows you're probably not comfortable with that. He'll ask you with a soft smile on his face.
Nezuko:
Nezuko, like her brother, will ask you plainly, but not too plainly.
She's been getting coached to speak properly again by Tanjiro just so that she can ask you to be her girlfriend. On the night that she asks you, she'll try to set a romantic atmosphere, perhaps asking you on a moonlit night under the stars or in a peaceful clearing of the woods. She'll take your hands and, sans gag, ask, "P- please be my girlfriend, (y- y/n)!" with a hopeful smile on her face.
Zenitsu:
Let's be honest: Zenitsu's gonna have some flair for his.
He won't go full Tengen, but he will give his confession some flavor: asking you under festival fireworks or maybe on a birthday are prime candidates. He'll give you a gift, something nice like a piece of jewelry with your birthstone in it, and drop to his knees and ask you. No matter where he asks you, he'll be super nervous while doing it and may tremble a little.
Inosuke:
It'll take a little suggestion, but Inosuke will just ask you outright, no matter where you are or what you're doing. Even if you're in the middle of a fight, he declares his feelings for you and asks you to be his.
Giyuu:
Giyuu is surprisingly traditional with his confession. He already went to your parents to ask their permission to date their daughter (and got overwhelming approval, to his surprise) and asks you to go with him for a special outing.
He shows up with (f/flowers) and takes you to dinner at his place, and afterwards when you're relaxing in the garden with a cup of hot tea he asks you to date him. He's very sweet and awkward about the whole thing, but you can tell a lot of thought went into it.
Kyojuro:
Kyojuro is the type of guy to ask you with a little bit of flair, but not too much.
Really, depending on the situation, he may just ask you outright -- maybe you did something adorable, or you're sitting and doting on Senjuro. He wants to make the moment a little extra special for the both of you, so he'll likely give you a little gift, such as flowers, and ask you. If you're just being you and the moment becomes too much to let slip by, he'll ask.
Muichiro:
Muichiro will try to make the moment special.
He may seem really spacey one week out of nowhere, but in reality he's planning to confess. He'll try to get a romantic atmosphere going, such as a candlelit dinner or something similar and will start out by giving you something nice, such as a trinket from a nearby village. Once the moment seems right, he'll ask.
Shinobu:
Shinobu won't want a lot of unnecessary glam, but she'll definitely try to make it special.
Shinobu is pretty straightforward with her feelings to you most times. She wants you to know that she's not just putting on a happy act for you and that she cares about what you think. She'll try to get together a special dinner for you or get you to a festival so that she can ask.
She'll preface it with something of value, such as earrings or a kanzashi. Despite what she goes with, whether it's over dinner or during a fireworks display, she'll turn to you and ask with a genuine expression.
Gyomei:
Gyomei won't want a big event, so he'll likely ask when the moment feels right.
He'll likely have spoken to your parents beforehand (so that they know what their little girl is getting into), and he'll wait for a good opportunity. (He's likely prayed for guidance more than once.) Once he feels like he should ask you, he'll ask.
Sanemi:
Sanemi won't want a big event, so he'll probably try to find a romantic moment.
He's still a little nervous about you rejecting him, so he definitely doesn't want a big show just in case -- he'd rather not be humiliated in front of all his colleagues, thank you. Instead, he'll likely try to get together a romantic spot for you -- maybe a trip to the hot springs or a night's stay at another village.
Either way, he scrapes everything together and asks you bluntly, although you can tell he's nervous underneath his usual demeanor.
Akaza:
100% shy about it. It's kind of cute how formal he tries to be.
Akaza is a little old-fashioned when it comes to courting someone, and this is made clear when he asks you. He most likely waited until a special occasion, like a festival. He waits until the fireworks start before turning to you, holding your hands in his, and asking if you would date him.
Douma:
Douma asks you out with a bit of flair.
He decorates his chamber with beautiful sculptures of ice and plans dinner with you that night. When you arrive, you two eat and he asks you the question, creating a small sculpture with their hands outstretched to you, a silver necklace with a glowing snowflake-shaped gem in its hands for some added style.
Kokushibo:
He'd be very formal about it. It's likely that he'd offer something of value in exchange for your hand as his girlfriend, such as a satchel of expensive spices or gems of some sort.
He'd use pretty formal language to ask you out, and if you said yes, he'd probably leave immediately, but only because it was fairly difficult to ask in the first place. He hates being seen as weak, and especially in front of you, asking you out made him feel pretty weak.
Muzan:
Muzan would be simplistic, but stylish.
He's a real classy guy, with some good tastes. He'd take you to a nice place armed with your favorite sweets and ask you over a couple of glasses of 'wine' (well, real wine for you).
Yoriichi:
Yoriichi would be pretty nonchalant about it.
He'd give you some sort of gift, such as flowers or one of your favorite snacks, and ask you if you'd like to go out. He'd be pretty relieved when you accepted.
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It’s So Sweet
Florence Pugh x Reader
Summary: Enjoying the simple and domestic aspects of your relationship (lyrics inspired by “Sweet” by Cigarettes After Sex).
warnings: none
word count: 701
A/N: I know I haven’t posted in a cool minute. I hope this drabble makes up for it :)
gif creds to owner :)
Out of all the relationships you've had, this one has been the most pure. Sure, it may have taken a while for you and Florence to get together but you're glad that you were able to wait for the right time. Everything with her was genuine and you never had to second guess yourself, and neither did she. You considered each other as best friends and would talk to each other about anything and everything. And you were both glad that you had each other to fall in love with.
It's so sweet, knowing that you love me.
With Florence, the big, extravagant things didn't matter. She didn't care whether you brought her to a big fancy restaurant, or if you brought her to the local breakfast diner. She loved being with you regardless. Spending time with you is her favorite part of her day. Getting to wake up next to you every morning and your face being the last thing she sees before closing her eyes.
Touch is her main love language, so whenever she could, she would find any excuse to touch you. Whether it be her hand on your waist as she passed by you in the kitchen, or her hand on your shoulder, offering you a small massage, or even handing you a soda bottle and making sure she brushed her fingertips against yours— whatever the case was, she wanted to express her love for you in this way.
Though we don't need to say it to each other, sweet.
The little things were what mattered most in your relationship. Joining Florence for a dance in the kitchen while she waited for the ingredients to heat up. Going on walks with Billie and seeing the way your face lit up when Florence would hand you a flower she picked up from the ground. Running errands together and somehow turning it into a mini date and grabbing a coffee & tea together right after.
Having the same days off were the best. You both stay inside after a long week of work, cuddled up on the couch and watching a chick flick. With Florence laying on top of you, you run your fingers through her hair and kiss her forehead. You continued admiring the girl on top of you, barely realizing your focus is now on her instead of the movie in front of you.
Knowing that I love you, and running my fingers through your hair.
Florence would have a sixth sense, knowing that you stopped paying attention to the movie. She looks at you and gives you a soft smile that erupts fireworks in your stomach.
"What is it, baby love?" Florence asks you. You blushed and looked away from her for a moment, taking in the pet name that you loved to be called, coming out of her mouth.
"Nothing," you finally look at her, a big smile plastered on your face. You bit your bottom lip just to keep your smile from getting any bigger.
Florence leaned in, brushing your lips together. Her button nose is pressed against yours as you break the small gap in between your lips. Your hands wrap around her waist, holding her tightly. Your other hand resting on the back of her neck, pulling her impossibly closer. You felt yourself smile into the kiss as you could feel the giddiness hitting you. Allowing the both of you to catch your breaths, Florence slowly pulled away but kept her forehead resting against yours.
"Do you wanna take a nap with me?" you break the silence.
"I could never say no to that," Florence chuckled and shook her head.
You reached for the remote to turn the TV off and laid down in a comfortable position. With Florence on top of you, she laid her head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. You continued to run your fingers through her hair. You felt the bottom of your shirt being pulled up, along with soft fingers rubbing against your skin. You did the same to Florence as you slipped your other hand under her shirt and traced patterns along her spine. Within a few minutes, you both fell asleep.
It's so sweet.
#florence pugh x reader#florence pugh imagine#florence pugh fanfic#florence pugh oneshot#wlw#fan fiction#yelena belova#fluff
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Hello... I glad you had came back and open to writing again. I saw the request page and an idea came out off my mind. I recalled that Thoma's voice line about birthday and ask myself "if he would knew that nether i like to celebrate my birthday nor i like surprises, how upset he gonna be?". Can you do something with a s/o that doesn't like birthday party/gift? I don't got any suggest about what characters or excuses for the dislike about the birthday thing. So if this prompt is some interesting, I would be grateful to see what you wrote.
Awh thank you sm and honestly I hate my birthday too and I really like the prompt!!
Summary: Genshin characters with an s/o who doesn't like birthdays
Genre: fluff?
Tags: hcs, genshin impact, gn!reader
Characters: Thoma, Yoimiya
Thoma
This man had started planning for your birthday like 6 months prior.
Was so fucking excited to spend your first birthday together as a couple.
I don't imagine him to be really thrilled when you finally decided to break the news to him. Cuz let's be honest you must've felt like a monster doing that to him and I don't blame you.
But Thoma being Thoma was extremely respectful and understanding of your dislike for celebrating you birthday.
He will ask you questions about it of course, to know if there was any particular reason behind it, but if you aren't comfortable with it he won't pry.
Though he would be a bit heartbroken when he has to cancel everything he had planned and prepared for.
Ok but do be ready for him to still shower you with a ton of affection on your day.
He may not be going all out on some extravagant celebration. BUT he will SUUUPPPPEEERRR clingy for the entirety of the day.
Stuck to you like glue. Will NOT let you refuse birthday cake though, no matter how hard you try (he baked it himself so you know it's fucking delicious and will give you the puppy eyes to make you eat it.)
Overall, whether you do or don't like your birthday he will make sure you feel comfortable and special on that day regardless.
Yoimiya
Let's be honest she will be very visibly upset.
OK I'M SORRY BUT SHE MAY NOT HANDLE IT VERY NICELY.
Lemme be clear though. It's not because she doesn't understand that some people wish to not make a big deal out of their birthdays. It's just that she thinks something terrible must've happened on that day to make you hate it.
You'll have to reassure her a lot.
But she does mean well.
And would even leave you all alone if that's what you wish.
Though if you ask her to stay with you, get ready for a lot of junk food and a lot of cuddles.
She might just "accidentally" Have forgotten to tell the kids in the city that the birthday plan for you was off though.
She will absolutely make you watch the fireworks she made especially for you though. You can try pleading with her a million times but once the topic of fireworks comes, there's no negotiation with her and you being her partner know that better than anyone. So you just eventually cave in. (To nobody's surprise)
Except that she will oblige to the rest of your wishes for a casual evening.
....this may just be the most late I'm replying to a request. I'M SO SORRY AGAIN. I'VE HAD A LOT GOING ON BUT I'M BACKK BITCHES HAHAJAHAJABA
#genshin hcs#thoma x reader#gn! reader#yoimiya#yoimiya x reader#genshin impact#genshin drabbles#genshin impact scenarios#hoyoverse#genshin fluff
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