#does this make me fancy tea or wine

[chrollohearttags]

erwin is the definition of dilf with no kids like this man is old school as fuck. definitely calls you sweetheart and honey. makes you tea with a side of ibuprofen in the morning because ain’t nothing old about his sex drive baby

look…LOOK! papa erwin? That man is from a lost breed of men we ain’t gone never see in our lifetime 😭 fine, rich and funny. This man SPOILS you so badly, it don’t make sense. Like you said, straight from the old school! I’m talking comes to the doorstep with flowers in hand and kisses it when he greets you. Ain’t no sneaky links or dating apps around him. If he wants to see you, he’s always weary of your time. Once you let him know that schedule is open, oh baby wastes no time preparing to woo you. “I’ve planned a wonderful evening for us. Reservations at that place I heard you talking about at eight and a boat ride around the city? How’s that sound?” And you just wanna cry because where did this man come from?! One thing about Mr. Smith, he stays looking good and smelling even better. Button downs, slacks, gold wristwatches and Tom Ford cologne. Never catch him looking shabby even on an off day. When you go out, it’s the finest that his money can buy. Top shelf wine, fancy entrees..the works. And there ain’t no $200 date debates. He gone run it all up for his lady. Bill splitting? Please. If you pull that purse out in front of him, he’d stare at you like you’d lost your mind! “(Y/N) sweetheart, your money is no good around me. What type of man would make a woman pay for a date?” The evening is literally perfect. The two of you explore the town from his yacht cause yes, big daddy got it like that! you already know. Holding you close and constantly pouring on compliments. It’s not until he gets you alone does that sweet, seemingly shy demeanor fades and that freak he’s been waiting to unleash on the right woman comes out.

you’ll be kissing all over one another, touching and being all handsy. Sitting on the couch in his spacious living room, where he gently disrobes you..layer by layer peeling off that sexy dress and even sexier lingerie underneath, you wore just for him. He’s complimenting you on your skin, telling you how soft and beautiful you are…ugh he’s the sweetest. But that’s nothing when he starts to lick and kiss on your neck, work his hands up your body and massaging between your thighs. You’d expect him to be into more vanilla sex…that even though he was absolutely perfect in every aspect, he had to at least lack in that department. Not the case at all! This man’s head game is literally lethal; putting it in his face and feasting until you start coming all over his mouth. “Don’t run from me, darling. I’m not done yet..” giving you a stern look with his fingers locked into your own. He folds you in about five different positions; from missionary to where he constantly dotes on how beautiful you are. Wiping away your tears when it becomes too much. “Just breathe with me, okay?” To giving some very heavy backshots and even hitting from the side with a hand to your throat. Mr. Smith is no amateur, baby! By the time you finished, your lashes are stuck to your forehead, you’re breathing heavy and have his sheets fucked up. He makes sure you’re okay, doing after care like no other man ever has. Wanting to ensure that you’re fine before you go to sleep. And even wakes you up with breakfast in the morning! Yeah, he’s husband material for sure.

[mncxbe]

How do u think the bsd guys would help out if they had a daughter who started her first period?

Omg this is so sweet I cannot. I assumed that the daughter didn't know much about periods so I hope it's ok. The characters were also randomly chosen so if y'all want me to add anyone else lmk. Enjoy♡♡

First period◇

𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒔𝒅 𝒙 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: good vibes/ silly/ fatherhood

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𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊

let's start off with our favourite glazed donut

this man knows about periods and what to do when his daughter gets one

if his partner isn't at home, he definitely calms her down and teaches her how to use a pad

Dazai is a goofy dad, so he surely makes little comments and affectionately calls his daughter "little ketchup packet", but if she has cramps he will be serious about it

brings her painkillers and something warm to put on the tummy and then tucks her in

9.5/10 overall experience

𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒚𝒂

oh he knows what to do

still gets quite anxious when his daughter announces that she got her period

if she's really scared or stressed he tries to comfort her but ends up getting frustrated

Mr. fancy hat will teach his daughter how to use a tampon but he's not 100% sure he's doing the right thing

the two of them sit on the bathroom floor while Chuya's trying to read the prescription for painkillers (the text is too small and he gets angry cuz he cannot read properly sjsksksk)

surely opens a bottle of wine after the whole deal is done

8.6/10 experience

𝑨𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊

he panics a whole lot, more than his daughter even

immediately calls his partner and googles advice on how to deal with a first period

after two mental breakdowns he's ready to help: brings her sweets, buys her pads and they watch yt videos on how to properly use them

he's really gentle and does his best to reassure her and make her feel comfortable

8/10 experience

𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂

let's be honest he knows about periods, after all he has a sister

but he has no idea how to take care of someone who just got their period

he just simply stands there with a blank expression on his face, lowkey trying to suppress his anxiety before calling his partner or sister to ask for advice

he does offer to make her tea and watch a movie with her

uses Rashomon to get the things she needs from different rooms so she doesn't have to move too much

overall a 7.8/10 cuz he doesn't really know how to comfort her

𝑶𝒅𝒂

he's so chill about it

having brought up a number of kids already, he knows how to deal with his daughter's first period

teaches her all she needs to know + extra self care tips

Oda would make her stay in bed all day if the cramps are painful; brew her tea and bring sweets

offers to read or tell her stories to distract her from the pain

10/10 experience

𝑲𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒂

this man loves his schedules; anything that's out of the ordinary makes him spiral

that's why when his daughter called him at work, saying that she just got her first period and doesn't know what to do, he kinda panics for a second

nonetheless he quickly makes his way home and does his best to comfort her

after that, he explains the whole situation and shows her how to put on a pad, what medicine to take and teaches her tips on how to deal with cramps

9/10 experience cuz he gets too anxious

𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓

just like Akutagawa, he doesn't really know how to deal with periods

he probably gives his daughter a nasty look at first like why does she expect him to help?

but still he explains the whole biology of it and reassures her that it's a normal phenomenon

makes her tea and, if she has cramps, attempts to take her mind off of the sharp pain, but ends up mentioning blood rituals that Russians used to practice💀

7.6/10 experience (bonus points if he asks his partner for advice)

𝑻𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖

he is utterly dumbfounded

asks his wife for advice; goes to buy her pads if there aren't any at home

he's lowkey proud that his daughter is growing up so fast

if she mentions cramps he surely prepares her a strange concoction that he swears will help ease the pain (it doesn't)

8.6/10 experience; he's really sweet and caring

𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒛𝒂𝒘𝒂

he reacts so well

buys her those silly books about puberty, y'all know what I'm talking about

I'm pretty sure that Fukuzawa would own cat if he were to settle down, so he gently places it on his daughter's abdomen if she has cramps

"Oh, I heard that the frequency of a cat's purr has healing properties. I thought that maybe it could help you."

really gentle and caring; brews her tea or coffee, whatever she needs

also cancels his plans for the day and stays at home in order to make sure she's alright

10/10 experience

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Like Real People Do

Pairing: Abraham (Grantchester) x f!reader Warnings: Allusions to smut, mild angst, mentions of pregnancy. Word count: ~2.5k

Summary: Her and Abraham have been seeing each other on the sly for the last six months. Some unexpected news makes her worry she's ruined everything between them. Based on this request.

Author's note: For @bbyaemond. No tag list. Please follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications. Community labels are for cops.

She gasps as she feels Cora’s hands gently squeeze her breasts through her blouse.

“Sorry, love,” the dark haired, older woman smiles at her apologetically, “it’s one of the only ways I can know for certain. Might be worth you seeing a doctor though, just to be sure.”

“No!” She shakes her head vehemently. “No doctors. If mum finds out she’ll kill me.”

“Seems to me you’re not far along, but give it another month or two and you’re gonna start to show. You can’t hide it forever,” Cora tells her softly. “Does Abraham know?”

Feeling tears prickle at her eyes, she lowers her head, inhaling shakily. “N-no,” she replies, her voice wobbling. “God, Cora, what am I gonna do? Please don’t say anything.”

Cora sighs, stepping forward and pulling her into a tight hug. “I’ll pop some water on to boil and we’ll have a nice cup of tea. That always makes everything better.”

The Romani people had arrived into Grantchester six months ago, setting up camp on Mr. Ruskin’s land. They’d kept to themselves and caused no trouble, so there had been no rush from the farmer to move them on, especially when they were paying him good money to make use of his stables for their horses.

She had been enamoured with Abraham from the moment she’d laid eyes upon him. His intense blue stare and the way it had dragged slowly down her form from top to bottom then back up again had made her skin feel hot.

He felt impossibly tell as he’d approached her and introduced himself, a lopsided smirk upon his sharp, handsome features. From the way her heart raced as she’d told him her name she’d known instantly she was in trouble. She was going to fall hard for this man, and she had.

It was a warm summer’s evening, the sun hanging low and vibrantly orange on the horizon as they’d walked to the top of the grassy hill that overlooked the village, settling down onto its grassy bank.

“I like it up here,” she’d told him, “I come here when I’m feeling sad or worried. Nice to pull my head out of the clouds by being close to ‘em, y’know?”

He’d raised an eyebrow at her, that trademark smirk reappearing and she’d felt for certain he was going to make fun of her, until she’d felt the weight of his arm around her shoulder. It had made excitement flutter in her stomach.

“Pretty girl like you shouldn’t ever feel sad or worried,” he’d told her, pulling a brown glass bottle from his inner jacket pocket and holding it up to her, “Pal’s ginger wine, fancy a swig?”

She’d giggled, accepting the bottle from him and uncorking it before taking a drink. It had burned the back of her throat as she’d swallowed, making her eyes go wide as she’d covered her mouth with the back of her hand, coughing and spluttering.

Abraham had laughed, taking the bottle back off of her and rubbing her back. “Yeah, it’s a bit on the strong side. Go easy with it.”

They had shared their first kiss that evening, and the ginger wine tasted so much sweeter upon his lips than it had from the bottle. His lips pressed against hers firmly, yet felt soft against her own as he’d threaded his fingers into her hair, their breaths heavy as his tongue had slipped against her own.

Every night after that had been filled with his presence, his large hands wandering over her curves as their mouths had moved together.

When he’d pressed inside of her for the first time, as they’d laid against a blanket on the hay, she’d winced slightly, tensing up at the uncomfortable sting. He moved with such self assuredness that she couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy, acrid and bitter in her chest. How many girls had there been before her?

Her worries were immediately pacified the moment he’d sensed her discomfort and pulled back slightly to look her in the eye, his palm cupping her cheek. “Is this your first time?” He’d asked quietly.

She nodded, embarrassment heating her skin, and averted her gaze with shame.

Abraham had grasped her chin between thumb and forefinger, brushing the tip of her nose with his. “Good,” he’d whispered, “that means you’re mine.”

He had kissed her passionately, his movements inside of her slow and gentle.

God, I love you, she’d thought, and every day since then the feeling had intensified.

It had been half a year of bliss, and she had been too wrapped up in her whirlwind romance with her handsome traveller to take any notice when she’d missed her monthly bleed the first time. However, when a second month had passed without any sign of it she had noticed and grown worried. Her breasts felt tender and she was more tired than usual.

The thought of telling her parents she might be pregnant had terrified her, she was sure they’d disown her. Cora was a kind, motherly figure of the Romani people’s camp and had always been welcoming to her, she had felt like the safest option.

Now as she sits opposite her, her hands cradling the comforting warmth of a cup of tea, she knows she’s made the right choice.

“I can’t tell Abe,” says quietly, figures stroking against the delicate china of her tea cup. “We’ve never even said I love you. He won’t want a baby with me, I was just a bit of fun until you all move on again.”

Cora tuts, pushing a plate of biscuits towards her. “You do both of you a disservice. That boy loves the bones of you, anyone can see that. Tell him.”

“What if he finishes with me?” She asks worriedly, her eyes big as she stares across the table at her.

“Then I’ll give him a bloody good clip round the ear,” Cora quips, snatching up a custard cream from the plate.

She feels lighter as she steps out of the caravan, more prepared to deal with the burden she has to bear. Filled with courage from Cora’s words, she makes her way towards the stables, knowing that’s where she’s most likely to find Abraham at this time of day.

Hearing voices as she gets closer, she pauses, listening intently to the conversation, keeping herself out of sight.

“So you’ll be ready for us to make a move once this thoroughbred’s sold then?” She hears Pal ask.

“Yeah,” comes Abraham’s response, “she’s fast, so she’ll sell quick.”

“And what about your missus, is she alright with all of this?”

“She’s a good girl,” Abraham says, “easy going, she’ll give us no trouble.”

Her heart lurches in her chest, her throat feeling tight and she turns and walks quickly away in the direction of home.

She’s a good girl, easy going, she’ll give us no trouble.

The words play on a loop in her mind. Abraham’s easy summer fling, one that will give him no hassle when it comes time for him to abandon her and move on to the next town, the next girl. Is that really all she is to him?

Hot, fat tears roll down her cheeks as she bows her head, wrapping her arms around herself, willing her feet to move faster, so she can fall apart in private. The thought that she is carrying the child of the man who plans to leave her is more than she can handle.

She shuts herself away in her bedroom for the next couple of days, feigning illness to her parents. It’s not a complete lie, the morning sickness has begun in earnest, though she is displeased to find it doesn’t have the courtesy to restrict itself simply to that time of day, and waves of nausea have her crouching over the porcelain at all hours.

This is the longest she has gone without seeing Abraham since they met, and in spite of the fact she knows their relationship is doomed to fail, she can’t help but miss him. When she’s not vomiting up the tea and toast she’s fought to keep down, she’s curled beneath her duvet, fear and sadness gnawing at her. What will she do without him? What will she do with a baby?

It’s early afternoon, and her dad is at work, her mum out running errands, when she sees the small pebble sail towards her bedroom window, dinging loudly off of the glass as it makes contact before falling away again.

She feels a rush of excitement as she looks out to see Abraham standing on the path below, looking up at her. Despite everything she cannot help what she feels for him, can’t deny the effect he has on her. He gestures for her to come down, brow furrowed slightly in concern.

Dread forms a hollow pit in her belly. Has he come to tell her he’s moving on, to end things? She is not sure her heart can take hearing him say the words to her, yet she slips on her shoes and goes outside anyway.

Abraham moves to embrace her, but pauses, stepping back as she hovers by the front door. “Your mum and dad in?”

She shakes her head and he visibly relaxes, posture becoming less rigid as he reaches out and takes her hand.

“Not seen you for a few days,” he tells her, “everything alright?”

She stares at where their hands join together, then up at his face and suddenly it feels as though she can’t breathe. She doesn’t want this to be her final memory of his touch, the clasp of his hand in hers as he breaks her heart. 

Snatching her arm back, she swallows thickly, ignoring the way his eyes widen and his lips part slightly in apparent shock. “No. No, I’m not alright,” she says, voice wobbling.

Tell him.

She can’t. She doesn’t want the reason he stays to be because she has trapped him by falling pregnant. She wants to be enough for him, but the fact that he has her and wants to leave anyway tells all she needs to know; she isn’t.

She presses on, not giving him the chance to interrupt her. “I heard you and Pal in the stables the other day. I know you’re leaving, I just wish you’d had the decency to tell me sooner. So, if you’ve come here to finish with me, I don’t wanna hear it. I know. Spare me.”

Her breathing is laboured by the time she finishes speaking and she’s crying once more.

Abraham steps forward, his own eyes watery as he reaches for her. “Please, I–”

“Don’t,” she chokes out, before spotting her mum coming from the end of the lane.

Abraham follows her line of sight and stuffs his hands into his pockets, walking quickly away in the opposite direction, as she steps back into the house. She slams the front door and runs up the stairs to muffle her tears into her pillow. She doesn’t emerge for the rest of the day, falling into an uneasy sleep.

It has been four days since she overheard Abraham and Pal’s conversation, three days since she left the house, and the walls are beginning to feel as though they’re closing in on her. She is desperate to get outside, to breathe in fresh air and clear her mind and body of the heartache that plagues her.

She heads for her favourite hill. The climb feeling more tiring than it usually does, a side effect of her being pregnant she supposes. She wonders if she will have to stop coming here altogether as she gets bigger. The thought makes her sad. She is losing everything she loves.

The tickle of the grass against the backs of her legs as she sits down, coupled with the gentle breeze on her skin, has her closing her eyes, turning her face up towards the sun, enjoying its gentle warmth.

Staying like that for a few moments, she smiles to herself, savouring the first time her mind has been quiet since Cora confirmed her suspicions about her current condition.

She senses the sunlight darken through her eyelids and slowly opens them to see Abraham standing over her.

Her mouth turns downwards, her heart sinking.

He’s come to finish what he started.

“Alright?” He says, long limbs folding as he settles beside her on the grass.

She sighs. “Why’d you follow me here? I’ve said all I’ve gotta say.”

“Good for you,” he says, narrowing his eyes, “but I haven’t, so you’ll listen for once. I’m not leaving you. What you overheard the other day was Pal asking about me planning to bring you with us, you misunderstood.”

Tell him.

“I’m pregnant,” she blurts, acting on Cora’s advice before she has the chance to talk herself out of it.

Abraham’s eyebrows raise, his baby blues widening as he stares at her wordlessly for a moment. Time feels as though it stretches for an eternity, and she worries he’ll simply get up and walk away, but then he smiles, a wide grin that crinkles the corners of his eyes and makes them twinkle.

“Just as well I’m taking you with me when we go then,” he says, placing a hand on her knee and squeezing gently.

She sighs, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms around her middle. “You aren’t obligated to me just because you got me up the duff.”

“I know that,” he says, his hand never leaving her thigh, “but I meant what I said, I won’t leave you, baby or no baby. Look–”

He reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out a delicate gold wedding band, and she gasps.

“This was me nanna’s. Mam held onto it, wanted to give it to her daughter. Unlucky for her, she had all boys, so she said whichever of us got married first could have it. Been carrying it round since we first kissed, I’ve always known I wanted to ask you.”

“You were gonna ask me to marry you?” She asks in disbelief.

Abraham nods. “I still am. Figured you wouldn’t wanna come with me if I didn’t make an honest woman outta you, and well…I love you.”

She sniffles, resting her head against his shoulder and he wraps his arm around her, pulling her close. “You’re not angry that I’m pregnant?” She wonders aloud.

“Not at all. It’s not happened in the order I thought it would, but that’s life, I s’pose. Just means you might look a bit fat in your wedding dress.”

She huffs a laugh, swatting at him playfully and he grins.

“So, we’re doing this then?” He asks.

“Yeah, looks like we are,” she smiles up at him.

“Good, ‘cause I wouldn’t leave without you.”

[outlaw-apologist]

Valentine’s Day with the Gang (RDR2)

Your favorite member brings you out on a special Valentine’s day date! Characters: Arthur, Charles, Josiah, John, Hosea, Dutch Warnings: NSFW themes AO3 Link Arthur - Arthur says he doesn’t believe in cheesy holidays like Valentine’s day - Leading up to the holiday he acts completely uninterested and won’t talk about it unless you bring it up - “Well… If you really wanna do somethin’ I guess we can,” He says reluctantly - However, Arthur is a secret hopeless romantic. Even though he acts this way he’s planning a special Valentine’s day for you the whole entire time!

- A nice gift he TOTALLY DIDN’T STEAL! Usually jewelry, a clothing item, or a little trinket that he thinks you would like. - Arthur also loves giving you fancy hairpins, he thinks they look cute on you - Alcohol in a unique/beautiful bottle. Think strawberry wine in a heart shaped bottle. Something like this. - Finger sandwiches… He LOVES an excuse to buy finger sandwiches. They are so tiny and he likes to 🤏  BUT he needs an excuse to buy them. A big outlaw like him can’t just go and buy little tea sandwiches for no reason. Well… Valentine’s day is the reason. - Once everything is prepared Arthur takes you to a place he found while riding around on missions. He’ll never tell you, but for 3 months he took note of every beautiful spot he could find that he thought you might like, slowly narrowing it down to a special place - He makes sure it’s in a place that’s pretty warm this time of year and spreads out a nice big blanket then plates everything neatly. - A romantic picnic! - Well…. He hopes you find it romantic. Because he sure does… - Arthur is kind of afraid that you might think his gifts are shallow or not considerate so he draws pictures for you - I mean /really/ draws. He spends HOURS trying to draw something perfect. If your horse is very special to you he will draw breathtaking pictures of your horse. If you have pets he’ll draw those pets stunningly. Or if there is a specific kind of landscape you love, like the mountains or the ocean, that will be captured wonderfully on paper. - He draws it on nice expensive paper too so you can frame it and use it as decor if you wish - Arthur is always very VERY shy when handing you this drawing even if he does this every Valentine’s day. He’s worried you won’t like it. - After you two eat and drink your wine he cuddles with you until it starts to get dark. Then he invites you on a romantic ride as the sun sets… to the hotel of course - Because after those little sandwiches Arthur feels frisky, and he LOVES having you as dessert - Believe me when I say this man will probably keep making you cum until you beg him to stop. ---- Charles - I genuinely don’t think Charles knows what to do on Valentine’s day - He’s never had a Valentine’s day before so this is all new for him - He hears about other couples exchanging chocolate or going out on nice dinners but he doesn’t feel as if that suits you two as a couple. If he brought you to dinner in Saint Denis that would probably be very weird. - Charles also doesn’t believe in frivolous gifts. If he gives you something it needs to be very personal and from the heart. - Because of this he decides to give you something handmade. Charles spends several months perfecting his wittling skills. - The end result is better than expected! He carves out a careful representation of your absolute favorite animal. He hopes you carry it with you everywhere you go to remember him by. It’s like a good luck charm - He asks Arthur and John what they’re doing for Valentine’s day while trying to make plans. He still doesn’t really know what to do. - Eventually he does choose to go the dinner route. Deciding to cook for you he searches/hunts for fresh ingredients and buys everything else he couldn’t find, storing them safely in his satchel before. riding back to camp to pick you up for your date - But first, the day starts lazy when you two wake up. He snuggles you, kisses you good morning and brings you coffee and breakfast in bed before he announces he’s ‘going to run some errands’ (this is when he goes to get the ingredients) - Late noon he returns and takes you out on a nice ride to an area full of active wildlife. -The day is filled with a wonderful nature walk. You each pick flowers to put into each other’s hair and talk or tell stories. - Charles sets up a nice camp for you both. He made sure to bring his favorite pelts for you to lounge on in front of the fire as he makes you dinner. - I think it’s important to include that he went and purchased your favorite baked goods for you to have as dessert. Charles didn’t think he could make a better dessert on his own and didn’t want to disappoint you. He only buys enough for you and none for himself, though he’s not opposed to sharing if you suggest it. - The night is spent with a great meal, wonderful company, and passionate love making. It ends with you laying on his chest as he draws circles on your skin. You both look up at the stars and tell stories or talk about the future, dreaming of all you could have. ----- Trelawny - Oh he’s soooo traditional! He’ll drop a nice dress or suit off for you to change into before returning with a stage coach, a large bouquet of roses, and of course chocolate. - “You look stunning mon amour…. That’s French by the way.” He purrs, kissing your hand as he helps you into the stage. - Fine dining has been arranged for you on this evening. Taking place on a high terrace overlooking the best view in all of Saint Denis. - He lets you order whatever you want. Steak? Lobster? Dessert? All yours! Eat your heart out!!! - Of course he orders caviar for the table and the most expensive wine they offer. - During dinner there’s live music and even a firework show! You watch the colors explode in the sky, shining over the ocean waves. It’s very very romantic~ - “I know I’ve been gone for a long time, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t thought of you. Here- I picked this up for you in a far away place called Blackwater.” He says, sliding a satin box across the table. Inside is a stunning necklace. Gold with a set sapphire. - After dinner he takes you for a walk. Telling you grand stories about his adventures. At one point he starts serenading you, dancing with you in the street. Oh it’s wonderful~ He twirls you around lampposts and picks a flower from the gardens to stick in your hair. - Once the night comes to an end he books a luxury room at the finest hotel in the city where you two get a little frisky before turning in for the night ------ John - His ass FORGETS it’s Valentines day - “Why’re you all dolled up?” After you glare at him and he realizes he’s forgetting something important he starts sweating. “Is it your birthday today or our anniversary?” - Once he figures out what day it is he’ll run out and get you flowers. - Then he’ll let you pick a local restaurant. But nothing too fancy, he didn’t make any reservations so he doubted either of you could get in a nice restaurant. - I’m gonna be honest, your Valentines Day with him isn’t great. He makes it up to you for the next two weeks. He’ll bring you chocolate and flowers almost every day, practically begging for you to forgive him. He even books a nice dinner and actually takes a bath for once. - Then of course he holds you in bed at night asking with those puppy eyes of his “Are you still mad at me, my sweet?” - The best thing about it is you can keep bringing up Valentine’s day during any arguments and he’ll immediately drop everything to take you on an apology date, even if this is your 50th apology date. - He does feel really bad about it. But he continues to forget important days. It just doesn’t cross his little squirrel brain half the time ---- Hosea - Oh he’s been planning this night for weeks! - Hosea has a new spiffy outfit he’s excited to wear just for you~ - Upon picking you up you notice right away not only does he look like a hundred bucks, but he bathed and applied expensive cologne. - “You look more ethereal than any god/goddess known to mankind, my love.” He compliments you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips before helping you up onto a wagon - The evening starts off with you two getting ice cream and walking around town, talking while watching the sunset. - He then brings you to the theater to watch a show. He bought advanced tickets and reserved your favorite seats - The whole show, Hosea has his arm over your shoulders or is holding you. When something funny happens he laughs and looks to see what your reaction is. He’s just trying to make sure you’re enjoying yourself. - Once the show is over he takes you behind a nice restaurant, picking up food he had requested to-go. “I’m sorry if you rather eat inside, my dove. I thought it would be nice to do something a little different.” He explains, bringing you to a beautiful garden with a picnic table already covered with a table cloth and candles. - “What’s a romantic dinner without champagne and chocolate covered strawberries for my sweetheart?” He pulls a picnic basket out from the bushes after you two settled in to eat. He must’ve spent a lot of time setting this up for you in advance! - After a very sweet dinner where you two laughed about the past and discussed how you hope your relationship grows in the future, he finally slides forth a beautifully decorated present. “Open it.” He smiled wide, seeming giddy with excitement. - As you unwrap it you realize it’s your favorite book. You might be confused at first, but once you open the cover you realize it was signed by the author. This was a very rare copy, extremely hard to get and not to mention expensive.  “I know it’s not much. I thought jewelry might be too cheesy for you, I didn’t want you to think all of my gifts are obtained by immoral means.” Hosea gives you a knowing wink. “Yet I still wanted to gift you a token of my love.” -------- Dutch - You will be woken up by a hearty “Good morning my darling.” A cup of tea or coffee pushed into your hands and your face peppered with kisses. - The day starts off with a nice breakfast in bed, then a bit of sex followed by an afternoon nap. - Once Dutch is nice and rested after your nefarious activities, he washes up and puts on a nice outfit. Similar to Hosea, this is when Dutch wears his nice cologne. - “We’re going dancin’!” He exclaims, making sure you wear the right shoes with your outfit. - He lets you ride in front of him on The Count and once you both arrive in the city he’ll wave down a stage coach to take you rest of the way - The place he bought tickets for you to dance is beautiful! A huge building that looks very European and fairy-tale like on the inside. Many rich people are in attendance since it’s a Valentine’s day ball. - Dutch immediately hands you a glass of champagne before sauntering off to speak with the wealthy for half the night, leaving you alone. - “Oh, come on now. You know we need money.” He whispers to you upon return, gently pulling you against him, arms around your waist. - After this you two finally dance, and honestly it’s a lot of fun! Dutch is very attentive and isn’t shy about kissing you or getting a bit handsy with you in public. - Once you two are danced-out he takes you to a nice restaurant. It turns out he doesn’t have a reservation so he had you pretend to use the powder room so you can sneak a peek at the guest list. You give him the name ‘Dylan Freeman’ and Dutch approaches the waitstaff posing as that man. - You two have a very lovely dinner, on Dylan Freeman’s tab of course! Dutch orders you both the most expensive things off the menu. - After two hours you both are a little drunk off of $100 imported wine when Dylan Freeman shows up. Dutch notices the waitstaff point your way and he grabs your hand. “My sweet, I’m afraid it’s time for us to run.” You both make a mad dash through the busy kitchen and out the back door, running down the alley while giggling. - “A romantic getaway to end a romantic night!” Dutch muses with satisfaction while you two sit by the dock, staring up at the moon and stars. This is when he pulls out a small box. “Go on.” There’s a glimmer in his eye as you look at what's inside. It’s a queen chess piece. “This is who you are to me. To the gang. We couldn’t do this without you.” He leans down, giving you a deep kiss.

[sayakasnonsense]

JJK and their bubble tea order.

Random af but who cares

Pun: it’s November, the most wine-derful time of the year is coming.

Gojo Satoru.

Brown sugar milk tea with popping boba. It’s the classic and we all know this man has a massive sweet tooth. Brown sugar milk tea is probably the most unhealthy, sugar filled drink on the menu, and why the popping boba? He’s just not like other guys 👉👈

Geto Suguru.

Matchataro with grass jelly

He just strikes me as the kind of guy who likes bitter things. He’s also a very traditional guy, so I feel matcha would be to his fancy. Not to mention how the sweet and smooth grass jelly would contrast the matcha and taro perfectly.

Shoko Ieiri.

She does not like bubble tea. Shoko prefers her usual cold brew to kickstart her day. She doesn’t sleep much, so she needs all the caffeine she can get.

Yuji Itadori.

Mango fruit tea with Sakura konjac pearls.

I like to think that Yuji prefers something not too sweet and not too bitter. Mango fruit tea would be a nice treat on the weekend, and the konjac pearls are just… chewy.

Nobara Kugisaki.

Rose milk tea with Sakura konjac pearls.

Similarly to Yuji, she likes the mouthfeel of the konjac pearls, and she loves how pink her drink looks with lol the pink toppings. The rose tea makes her look very classy, and it makes for a great Instagram post.

Megumi Fushiguro.

Another one that hates bubble tea. It’s too sweet for him and it makes him feel sick. He does not understand why on earth his Sensei loves sweets so much! He’d honestly just want water

[jillianrose305]

IM BACK WITH MORE OBEY ME SH-

hello dearies~

So headcannons pt 1

I feel that 7 brothers have their own sectors of the devildom that are separate from the other 7 rings that they have control over. Like and in order .

Lucifer:

His area would have wine tasting places,hair salons/clothing stores,and places you can check what is out about you like what photos what rumors what truths. He definetly has a little vault in the castle of full files on Everyone.

Mammon:

Casino district. It's mostly Casinos,fancy bars,and Banks. But also there is job recruiting centers. Mammon has an office somewhere where he can check who has the most money,most debt,who donates the most,and who earns the most in a year. Tax collector mammon is a funny thought to me.

Leviathan:

Aquariums. His area is full of things to do with water but other then that he has motivational speeches and competitions. Leviathans office is at the Navy head quarters as he is the navy General. Other then that in his office he can acsess who has won the most and who has had the most success.

Satan:

Yes he does have bookstores in his district but he mainly has diffrent self defense classes,stuff like martial arts,and boxing or wrestling.id think he'd be the general of the army. In his office he has a record of who has committed what crimes. Once a month he gathers all the really bad people that took advantage of others and the whole devildom gets a chance to beat them up. Animals cafes for anger management classes.

Asmodeus:

So im assuming couple therapy,clubs,special shops..,and places to explore what you like. I can't really think of much for his district but probably places to make you love yourself. He has the files for everyone's romantic and sexual life's aswell as how they view themselves. Because self love is important.

Beelzebub:

His district is mainly the best restaurants and gyms although gluttony is over indulgence he is mainly food focused. He does have rehabilitation centers for addicts and people with eating disorders. He vusts the hospitals for children with mal nutrition it breaks his heart that some of them don't have any one to care for them. The files he gets are peoples eating habits but he doesn't read them unless asked too out of respect or if he gets a hunch and needs to check.

Belphagor:

Mattress shops. Tea shops,essential oils,places where you can't get comfy items from furniture to clothing. Definetly has a place like and im gonna space this out for copyright reasons. Bath.....🧸 and😃🎭 body....**** works. Basically places you can get stuff for better rest. He definetly has a few of those sleep hospitals so if you have any sleeping disorder they can try and help fix it for you. There isn't many files he gets other then people with sleeping disorders files or if people are having nightmares he reads those ones to help out. He does have a vault of every dream someone has ever had just incase a Psychologist made need them.

[enmuslullaby]

Could you please make where reader goes off on Sebastian for misgendering grell 🥺 maybe a little spice in it 😊😊

yay, my first request!! hope what I came up with lives up to your expectations! enjoy <3

TW: slight transphobia

“What in the devil are you wearing, Grell?”

It was late Sunday night, and you had decided to take Grell to a fancy French restaurant as a treat for working herself to the bone during the previous week. You had left your date at the dinner table briefly to use the bathroom, and when you returned, this is what met you.

Sebastian Michaelis, hunched over the table. You were pretty sure it was his voice that you heard just now addressing your reaper’s attire. Deciding to watch the interaction from afar, you stalled next to the large potted plant and peered at the two.

“What am I wearing? It’s quite obviously a dress, darling.” Grell beamed, her sharp teeth on full display. She seemed quite satisfied with her outfit of choice. And she should be: the woman looked stunning in that wine-red dress of hers.

Sebastian, however, did not seem as pleased. “Yes, I can see it’s a dress. Something a man such as yourself should not be wearing.”

That was when you chose to intervene. You absolutely hated it when anyone misgendered Grell, and would always defended her and corrected the person whenever it happened. This was one subject that you absolutely refused to back down on. And at this point, you were absolutely sick of seeing this happen to your girlfriend over and over again.

Needless to say, Sebastian was rather surprised when you walked up to the table and exclaimed, “She’s a girl!” Sebastian opened his mouth to respond but you cut him off. “Look, does she not seem feminine to you? She’s very clearly a lovely young lady!” You gesture to Grell’s long silken hair and the short ruffles of her dress. “Please refer to her as a girl from now on.” With that, you paid the bill for the meal and took Grell’s hand to exit the restaurant, leaving Sebastian to stand there awkwardly.

You walked hand-in-hand with Grell down the uneven London sidewalks, silent for a few minutes. A gentle breeze tickled your cheek as you walked.

Then, Grell spoke. “Darling… you didn’t have to yell at Sebastian for calling me a man back there.” she said in a soft voice.

“But I wanted to. I’m sick of people calling you a boy, because you’re not.” you replied, stopping to cup Grell’s cheek in your palm. “You’re my gorgeous queen, you know?”

Grell couldn’t help but smile at these words. “I know. Thank you, my love.”

She slowly leant into your touch until your forehead was touching hers, still smiling gently.

Then she pressed her soft lips against yours. At the taste of Grell’s favorite cherry-flavoured lipstick, you felt yourself melt into her touch. You wrapped your arms around her and pulled her closer, eliciting a gasp of surprise from your red reaper. Grell’s lips parted just enough to let your tongue slip past and run itself over her sharp teeth. A sigh of satisfaction escaped Grell’s throat as you continued to kiss her.

After a while, you pulled back, breathless, to stare at her crystal-like chartreuse eyes. Her cheeks were flushed a sweet shade of pink and her lips moist and ready for another smooch.

But you held back. You took her hand again and pulled her along the sidewalk. “Come on, my queen, we’d better not be late for that show!”

“Ooh, yes, I wouldn’t want to miss it for the world! What was it about again?”

“High school girls having drama with a little bit of murder on the side.” You replied, grinning at Grell.

The red reaper smiled back. “Sounds like exactly my cup of tea.”

You let out a laugh. “That’s exactly why I chose this musical. Now come on!” Picking up your speed, you sprinted down the sidewalk giggling, hand in hand with Grell, ready for your next adventure.

[dantesunbreaker]

Blackberry Picking with the Papas(Headcanons)

I haven't done many of these kind of posts, but I had this idea while picking berries with my mom and twin. We each have our own way of picking, and I couldn't help but think of how each Papa would act as well!

Primo

Most enthusiastic about going of all the Papas, but it's not exactly just for getting berries

Will point out which berries are okay to pick, tells you which will be more on the sweet or tart side

Insistent that neither of you purposely harm the plant itself

You accidently snap a perfectly healthy branch and "We must show respect and gratitude for the plant and the fruit which it bares. Come, let me show you, my flower."

Does his fair share of the picking, but is far more concerned with trimming and pruning. He wants them to grow big and strong.

You don't pick too many, just the right amount. Primo gently insists that you leave plenty for the surrounding wildlife to enjoy.

He makes refreshing sweet iced tea with your harvest

Secondo

Takes it far more serious than his two younger brothers

Brings all the necessary tools: gloves, baskets, clippers, etc.

Zero clue which berries are good besides the simple "black = good, red/green = bad"

If he is taller than you, he will grab high branches and hold them down so you can pick from them

Good thing you do not decide to pick from Primo's garden, because this man will cut and clear vines to venture deeper into the bushes

Collects far more than is actually needed, but he fills with pride at the sight of your overflowing baskets

Some of the berries are eaten plain as soon as they are rinsed, some are frozen, but the mass majority of them are stored so they can ferment and be made into wine

Terzo

Expect to do 80% of the work yourself

At first he is all eager, decked out in his fancy summer attire

Picks alongside you as you work your way around the perimeter, not yet pushing into the thorny bushes

But once you start pushing in.... well

Why he choose to wear white, you will never understand

Laments as he becomes spotted with purple and red stains, ruining his outfit

Calls it quits for himself the moment he gets snagged by a thorn and tears a hole in his shirt

"Dolcezza, must you really insist on picking your own? I could go buy all the fresh berries you could ever need!"

Sulks and pouts, but he will still hold the basket for you. Standing back at a safe distance of course

But all is forgotten the moment you present him with the fresh baked pastries you make with the berries

Copia

He tries his best! Bless his heart he really does...

But when not on stage, this man lacks grace

Every five minutes you hear a yelp or hiss followed by a string of Italian curses from his direction

Refuses to give up though!

If his amore wants freshly picked berries, well then he is going to make it happen no matter the cost!

Together you pick a modest amount, not too much, not too little

Afterwards you are sure to clean all Copia's nicks and cuts, giving each a get well smooch that has him blushing behind his paints

In the end, most of the berries go to Copia's rats! You make a few desserts for yourself and Copia of course.

But that night you sit at the table for dinner, each rat with their own place setting and small plate of berries

[vnmpior]

WILLIAM ☆ AFTON sfw headcannons

I have a love-hate relationship with this man and these headcannons smh

reader is of age

canon william, non murderer au, milf reader

canon / murderer william

☆ you caught his eye as soon as you came in on your first day of work

☆ he'd immediately get to know you, making small talk whenever the two of you bump into each other

☆ he'd be obsessed, especially if you're shy

☆ you were always wary of the pizzeria, especially after the last one got closed down for the kids going missing, but william always brushed of your worries. besides, they were all kids

☆ honestly he'd be obsessed enough to kill you and stuff you in your own suit

☆ he might even take you out on some dates after a while to some fancy restaurants

☆ he loves seeing you in his favorite color

☆ (let's say for the sake of this, william directly killed another kid at circus baby's before elizabeth's death) you were walking past the back rooms, and you stopped as soon as you heard a muffled scream

☆ you opened the door, and there was william, all in his bloody glory

☆ this could go multiple ways:

☆ one, you scream and try to run away, only for william to catch up, shaking his head like he's disappointed. he slipped his hand across your mouth and held the knife up for you to see. "I'm sorry about this, love."

☆ two, you stay there in shock, looking up at william with huge disbelieving eyes. "oh, y/n, you weren't supposed to see this," he started to slowly walk over to you.

☆ you kept staring at him, until your eyes drifted over the knife in his hand. "I won't tell anyone mr.afton! I swear!" you held your hands up, trembling.

☆ he seemed to think about this for a moment, before shrugging. "that's a risk i can't take."

☆ three, you're smart, and you slowly close the door and run away. but not without william hearing your hurried footsteps. he groans, quickly cleaning himself and hiding the kid's body before following you.

☆ he decided he'd wait to see what you'd do, considering the fact he's hidden all evidence. he didn't want to kill you anyways.

☆ two days passed, and no one came for william, although the police did come looking for the kid.

☆ you kept giving william glances, but you hadn't said a word to him. until he calls you into his office.

☆ "so tell me, why didn't you tell the police?"

non murderer william

☆ loves tea but also loves black coffee

☆ he has those slightly lean arms, he obviously isn't ripped

☆ notices a lot about what makes you blush or embarrassed and constantly does it

☆ like if you like when he rolls his sleeves up, he'll roll them up while staring right into your eyes

☆ he'll introduce you to his kids, and you'd have a really good friendship with michael

☆ divorced and probably still doesn't have the greatest relationship with michael

☆ he'd praise you a whole lot

☆ would ask you out in the parking lot before you leave work (and he'd be smooth with it)

milf reader

☆ when he first saw you he knew he was gonna marry you

☆ you two probably met while he was picking evan up from school

☆ when he found out you were divorced he immediately asked for your number

☆ you would probably talk together on his couch with wine every other night

☆ you bring your kids to the pizzeria just to talk to him while he's at work

☆ you offer to babysit his kids whenever he has to stay at work overnight

☆ when he comes back to you sleeping on the love seat he drapes a blanket over you and smiles a little bit

☆ offers to take you to a restaurant to repay for babysitting since you wouldn't accept his money

☆ spoils you on your birthday

☆ his kids LOVE you and your kids

☆ michael occasionally jokes to you about you marrying william and then proceeds to roast the fuck out of him

☆ you blush everytime and shake your head

☆ william eventually asks you to go out with him and you agree

☆ already planning the other kids you guys are gonna have

[kirkwallguy]

prompt is hmmm least normal conversation between your hawke and varric?

alternatively, putting hawke in their least favorite situations, parties or murder, whichever dreads them more?

TYY you read my mind with this, my hawke had SUCH a messed up relationship with varric. and to combine the prompts, skyhold is basically a saw trap for him. so here's varric and hawke having a terrible conversation about hawke and anders' relationship at herald's rest.

The swill they sold at Herald's Rest, Skyhold's only tavern, was unlike anything Hawke had ever tasted before. In his youth he might have been able to bear it - long nights at The Hanged Man emptying barrels upon barrels of the worst drink Kirkwall had to offer had once been his only hobby. But the past few years had softened him. He wanted warm mead, cheap wine, someone to bring him elfroot tea as he put his feet up.

Varric didn't seem to care. He took a large swig from his tankard as if it was nothing, smacking his lips loudly.

"Maker, that hit the spot." He groaned.

Hawke didn't know what to say in response. He stared around the tavern, observing the other people drinking. They seemed on edge, nervous. It reminded him of that last night at Ostagar, everyone more than aware of the fact that they could die tomorrow. Perhaps that was why he was the only one who wasn't drinking like a fish.

"Hawke?" Varric was saying, "you listening?"

Hawke turned his gaze to Varric, "I'm listening," he grunted, pushing his drink away from him.

"Come on. I know you didn't hear a damn word I said."

Varric was suddenly serious. He sat back in his chair, tilting his chin up and meeting Hawke's eye. In this light, he suddenly looked far older than the man Hawke knew; it was hard to believe it had been a decade since they'd first met. Those first few uncomplicated months before the Deep Roads expedition, before a thousand tiny invisible barriers had begun to worm their way between them, felt simultaneously like a lifetime ago and yesterday afternoon.

"Do we have a problem, Hawke?" Varric asked.

Hawke laughed sharply. "No."

It was unconvincing, Hawke knew that. He watched as Varric picked up his drink and took another steady gulp, eyeing him suspiciously over the rim of his tankard.

Then his eyes drifted down, fixing on Hawke's hand before widening. He swallowed, coughed, reddened, looking for all the world like an Orlesian nobleman who'd just been caught doing something exceptionally unfashionable.

Hawke looked down at his hand. It was the same as ever, scarred and rough, nails bitten short in a habit Anders had always found disgusting.

And, against his worn skin, a single sunbeam in a stormy sky: his ring, once worn by his father and now worn by him. It was one half of a pair. The other half, his mother's, was somewhere far away, on the finger of someone he missed very much.

Varric couldn't stop staring at it. He was no longer red. His face was white, his knuckles even whiter.

"Hawke," he said slowly, "tell me that isn't what I think it is."

If he was honest with himself, Hawke had been anticipating this conversation ever since he'd arrived in Skyhold. If anything, he was surprised it had taken so long for Varric to notice. His gaze had a habit of lingering on him for a moment too long, taking in details nobody else saw.

He twisted the ring around his finger, "it's nothing," he lied.

"Doesn't look like nothing."

Hawke took the ring off and placed it on the table. It wasn't anything fancy, a cheap metal band coated with a thin layer of gold. His mother's ring had a small red gem inlaid in it, so bright it could have been red lyrium, but his father had been spared the frivolity.

"Does this make me your wife?" Anders had joked as Hawke had slipped the ring on his thin finger.

Varric reached out and picked it up, rolling the band around in his palm with a sour expression.

"When was the wedding?" He asked.

"A few years ago."

"Right." Varric said, gritting his teeth, "sure."

Hawke said nothing in response. He held his hand out, waiting for him to give the ring back.

Either Varric didn't notice him, or he pretended not to. He continued to fiddle with it, warming the cool metal in his hands, "were you planning on telling me? Or did my invite get lost somewhere?"

His voice was hard as stone but Hawke was harder. "Nobody was invited," he said, "it was just us."

And Bethany. And The Hero of Ferelden. And a few friends. But Varric didn't need to know that.

"Still," Varric continued to toy with the ring, "you could've written. I would've sent a gift."

Hawke snorted, "a gift for a wedding you don't approve of? The Orlesians are rubbing off on you, Varric."

It was hard for Hawke to keep the irritation from his voice. His patience was wearing thin. He reached out and snatched the ring from Varric's hand, slipping it back on his finger where it belonged.

Neither of them spoke for a long time after that. Hawke let his mind wander, thinking about how he'd tell this story when he got home. Would it make Anders smile? Would Bethany chide him for being too cruel? Or would the three of them sit in silence afterwards, navigating the personal mazes they were more and more often finding themselves lost in.

Varric coughed lightly, "I don't disapprove." He said, so quiet that Hawke barely heard him.

"Pardon?"

"I said, I don't disapprove." He repeated, "of you and Blondie, that is."

He was lying. Hawke felt a fire begin to ignite in his chest, "I read your book," he said sharply, "everyone did. All of Thedas knows exactly what you think."

"It was a dramatised version of events. I've said it a thousand times, Hawke, I'm not a historian-"

"-I'm a storyteller," Hawke finished, mimicking Varric's rough voice, "right."

Another silence. Varric had finished his drink by now but continued to fiddle with the tankard, peering into it every now and then as if hoping more alcohol would materialise if he wanted it badly enough.

Hawke had been maybe a hundred pages into The Tale of the Champion when he'd realised Varric was in love with him. The realisation had come over him like a heart attack, finally hitting after years of creeping up on him. Part of him thought maybe he should have realised sooner. It had, in hindsight, been sickeningly obvious.

When he'd asked Anders for his opinion, he'd had the nerve to laugh. (This had been, of course, when he still knew how to laugh. If Hawke had known how few of Anders' laughs he'd have left, he might not have been so angry. But that's always the way.)

"I was wondering when you were going to figure it out," he'd said, doubling over, "Maker, Isabela and I even had a bet, once."

Did Varric himself even know? Hawke looked at him. He was still staring morosely at his empty drink, a few strands of hair falling in his eyes where they'd come loose from his ponytail. Surely if he knew he would have said something by now. He was never usually quiet about his feelings.

"Varric." Hawke said.

"What?"

"Do you..."

Potential hung in the air, a dagger at the end of his tongue. Hawke could ask his question if he wanted. He could do anything if he wanted; he could ruin everything, he could run all the way home and cower beneath his bed, he could tear his sword from his hilt and see how many Templars he could slaughter before someone cut him down.

But he did nothing. Just as he had done nothing every night since arriving as Skyhold. He continued to sit on the uncomfortable chair at the dirty table, continued to ignore his drink. Varric stared at him with his tired, worn expression. There was a look in his eyes that reminded Hawke shockingly of Anders on the day he'd blown up the Chantry. An acknowledgement of an unavoidable fact and an acceptance of it, the mutual knowledge that Hawke could do anything in that moment and he wouldn't resist.

Just as before, Hawke couldn't go through with it. He dropped the dagger.

"Do you want another drink?" He asked.

Varric avoided his gaze and shrugged. "I think I'm done for the night."

"Sure."

"I'm going to turn in."

He slipped out from the table and into the fray of the crowded tavern, dodging stray elbows and swinging knees. Hawke watched him leave, finished his drink, then took the same path out into the cool night.

[selfmade-burn]

A lil something for Zhongli's birthday~ I didn't post for the all year, terrified of what might happen and my 2024 will be my carefree year~ (At least at the best of my ability-)

Not proof read, I'll correct it later.

Zhongli x Reader, but can be read with the ship you want,

Neutral reader,

Fluff,

734 words.

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Usually this day start by either your kisses or his, in the warm of your bed, the sun not even awake and the sound of Liyue slowly starting its day starting to echo against the wall of your home.

This time when you open your eyes and look on his side of the bed, you see his form curled, tense and facing away from you. That is more than just strange, most of the time when he remembered or dreamed about bad memories he snuggle you closer and hugs you tighter than ever, waking you up in the process and apologize to you for it.

No, this time he seems paralyze, his muscles way too stiff and tense to allow him to move. You place kisses down and up his shoulders, not covering his body just hovering above. "Are you okay my love?" He doesn't respond or barely, not even one of his usual low growl can be heard, but his fingers are twitching.

"Did you had a sleep paralysis? Night terror or anxiety attack?" He still don't move but sigh heavily, hand gripping the sheet and clenching into a fist. He hated this situation. "I'm going to move you to look at me, okay?" His hand loosens, giving you the green light and Zhongli sigh once more, letting you move him around.

"It's gonna be okay Morax... It's just a bad moment to go through, nothing is here to hurt you. I'll make sure of that." He could move his eyes, and when you look in those they seems foggy and distant. "You are still in your head." You kiss his forehead tenderly. "Let's try to make you come back, Mmh?" His body felt numb but he could still feel your touch, in fact he felt it much more than ever.

The warmth, almost burning his skin, he felt when you carefully take him into your embrace, felf more comforting than any tea he could drink, any wine he could taste or stroke he could take in liyue. Stroking his hair and back, taking to him, telling him about the story you heard from his mouth and what you think of it, no you don't know how to tell those story correctly, not like he does at least, yet the soft buzzing on your voice definitely help him, the way you place kisses all around his face and neck, staring to kiss his hand when he finally regain some control on his body.

Everything help him going back to reality, slowly but surely, it takes time and he might feel a little bit guilty to spend the most of the day in bed with you. And when he can finally talk he apologize to you, the days you had both prepared is mostly ruined no fancy dinner at his favorite restaurant and long walk in liyue, no seeing the sunset at the Mt.Aocang and star gazing together.

But that okay, you reassure him, you can get him a pretty assortment of flower of liyue with his gift, you can eat a good homemade meal and go back cudde in your bed while you both look at the start for behind the window. It's okay. It's with him. After all it's his birthday.

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Bonus,

You kissed his forehead, the wonderful assortment of flower and the pretty gift you warped so thoroughly on his laps while he sit in bed. You joyfully let the "Happy birthday, my Zhong Li !" escape you. And honestly the smiled he gaved you made you think that maybe, just maybe, your reassurance worked.

Later that night, when everything was silent and the city was dreaming intensely, he held you in his arms as you sat up in bed, leaning on you, his grip firm but comfortable, as if he wanted to express all his feelings through the embrace, thanking you over and over and over again. "Happy birthday, my Zhongli. I will always love you." Your voice was calm this time, full of honesty, in the same tone you have only when you both have late night talk. He pressed you closer, the tip of his ears reddening. Yes, he really trusts you on this point.

Let me know what you think of it,,

[thewildnopeboat]

Guardian, rating people in the Tower on what they eat:

Mom Ikora eats nothing but protein bars and smoothies, cause she's the information backbone.

Dad Zavala, I think chicken nuggets, but like home made. That or he would make himself dinner, get so wrapped up in his stuff and forget to eat it. He also can't stand spice.

Crow likes earth fruits. I've seen him sneak apples on the Helm. I've asked about the spice issue, and he swears its not an Awokenthing, but he likes sweets over spice.

Cayde-6, may the light bless his bytes, was only one(1) Ramen shop. He put their kids through college.

Drifter will eat the tiles off the floor if he is hungry enough.

Sweeper bot eats oil.

Both Rahool and Tess drink exclusively Champagne and also Vodka. One for the pleasure, the other to conceal the pain.

Banshee-44 is too busy keeping Telesto under wraps long enough to stop it tearing a hole in reality to eat much, but I have a feeling it's Chinese take out.

Uncle Shaxx? The man eats his weight in Bar food and drinks half of it in Ale, or at least that's what I've heard.

Hawthorne... oh! Bird lady with a crazy kill count. Chili dogs and she gets straps of chicken for the bird. I've almost hit that thing Twice coming into the hanger.

Eva Levante only shows up to decorate for events, which is a shame I don't see Space Grandma more. I have only seen her drink Tea, but I bet she loves the cookies from the blue tin.

Finally, Ada-1. She strikes me as one who would love fancy food, but due to her forges being underfunded, settles for fancy ramen instead. She still is a wine snob.

Ghost, looking over their shoulder: Why are you doing this?

Guardian: I heard a couple of Hunters talking and were a bit taken back by how wrong they were.

Ghost, blinks: but these are also your opinion... And you missed a couple!

Guardian, counting the list: 1,2,3... oh RIGHT! *continues writting*

Lord Saladin... I don't interact much with him on principle, but I have heard through the grape vine, *ahem* drifter *ahem*, that he does grill out like a father wanting to impress the neighbors. The Cabal seem to enjoy it so who am I to judge.

Ghost: at least tell me he calls it Grilling instead of Barbecuing.

Guardian: He will, but only if you get mad at him. He gets a good laugh out of it.

Last, Pigeon Lord!

Ghost: Don't write that!

Guardian, backspacing their post: Fine fine, Saint-14, He's Vegan.

Ghost: No way.

Guardian: He is!

[allisluv]

Hiii!! Me again (🕸️).

Just been thinking about my girl, Emily, and how she absolutely, 110%, deserves the princess treatment.

I'm talking full on bubble baths w/ rose petals and candles, having her shoes tied/zipped up for her, cuddling/kissing her while she sleeps (cause i just know that mf has insomnia, and is clingy af), the old "taking your jacket off, and putting it around her shoulders, cause it's cold out, and she forgot to bring one, to wherever you are at that point in time", having her sit on the counter and look pretty, while you cook for the both of you (like a home date night, cause working at the BAU and scheduling dates, does not mix well. also i'm sorry, but her fancy-shmancy ass, can't cook to save her life), bringing her coffee/herbal tea (cause yk, self-care. that mf cannot keep living off caffeine) and a croissant from the cafe nearest Quantico. F-ING EVERYTHING!!

Would love to know your thoughts xxx

anon its good to have you back! one thing about emily prentiss is that she is horrible at letting people take care of her. she's just got this me against the world mindset so far engraved into her head that it's hard to get rid of. so on a rare night when she's too tired to insist that she's fully capable of taking care of herself, you pull out all the stops. youve drew her a bath and left a glass of wine there for when she lands back in virgina. you make her dinner and watch reruns of old game shows while she (reluctantly) melts into the sofa.

the little things that you do dont go amiss either -- her heart swells in her chest when you bend down to fasten her laces or when you drape your leather jacket over the slope of her shoulders. she simply adores it when you make an impromptu stop by the BAU to drop in a drink or her favourite snack.

bonuses: emily's the little spoon and is super clingy after a long day at work. she loves it when you scratch her scalp; it helps her drift off.

[roseianxiety]

Fan Language

× Pairing: Roceit

× Canon Universe

× Tags: Fluff, Crack and Fluff, Crack Treated Seriously, Kissing, Slight Fourth Wall Breaking, Swearing

× Word Count: 1k+ words

× Notes: These are what the fan gestures Janus used mean:

Kiss Me - Press the half-closed fan over the lips

Talk to Me - Touch the lips with the tip of the closed fan

I Fancy You - Place the tip of the closed fan over the cheek

I Love You - Open the fan and place it over the heart

× AO3 link

× Summary: Janus tries to flirt and seduce Roman through the art of fan language. His mission fails successfully.

Janus has been throwing signs at Roman for the past few weeks on how he was utterly in love with the other side but the creative facet was too oblivious for his own good. And Janus was suffering because of it. Good lord, help him.

He let out an exasperated sigh as he fanned himself, the Florida heat getting to him and it made thinking way more difficult than it should have been. Janus pouts to himself, trying to formulate a plan to woo Roman and make him realize that the resident snake likes (more like love) him. He leaned back on the couch while he continued to fan himself... his eyes landing on the fan in his hands. Then the gears in his head began to turn, he was trying to figure something out. And an idea popped up! Janus smirked to himself at what he had thought of, thinking that this was the best idea he had created. Now time to execute his plan (and get himself some royal D).

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Roman was in the kitchen preparing himself a nice, warm cup of tea to soothe his throat after belting out loud in his room as he practiced for an upcoming play Thomas would lead. He brings his mug to his lips and takes a small sip, the warm liquid is comforting before taking another sip. He hums in satisfaction, hopping onto one of the bar stools, and sipping at the delicious liquid again. He was so occupied by his tea and his own thoughts that he didn't notice a certain snake-like side enter the kitchen until the other coughed to get his attention.

He was snapped out of his thoughts and saw Janus glance at him before passing by, the resident snake heading towards the fridge. His and Janus's relationship was doing rather well, although it took them a long time to finally forgive each other. Their acquaintanceship was improving per se. But Roman does notice sometimes how weird Janus acts around him, making him wonder if it's a negative thing or a positive one. Hopefully the last one. Roman shrugs it off and continues to drink his tea while he now thinks of new ideas he can put into a script he is working on.

"What are you up to, Roman?"

Roman looks up and sees Janus approaching him, also noticing a fan and a glass of wine in both his hands. Roman blinks before shrugging and replying, "Nothing much, just drinking tea and thinking of more glorious ideas." he replies cheerily before finishing the cup and setting it down on the counter before turning his full attention towards the serpent-like side. "What's up?".

Janus presses his half-closed fan over his lips before he speaks up again. "Bored, went here to get me some refreshments," he answers simply, closing his fan and taking a sip from his wine. Roman watched carefully as he listened to Janus speak. "What's with the hand fan by the way?" he queries in curiosity, pointing at the fan Janus was holding. Janus perks up and looks at his fan, "Oh this? Just bringing it around with me, the Florida heat is insufferable." he says plainly, placing his wine glass down on the counter.

Roman nodded in understanding as he got up from his seat, walked towards the sink, and placed his mug there. "Anyway, gotta go back to work now. See ya." he chirps, shooting Janus a charming smile. The other merely nodded and looked away, opening his fan and fanning himself quickly. The creative facet watches him for a moment and shrugs before sinking out to his room.

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He was done questing from the Imagination and he decided to go to the living room. Roman was thinking about having a movie marathon of his favorite Disney movies (which is all of them by the way), maybe he could invite the others with him. He suddenly popped out of nowhere in the middle of the room, surprising Virgil who let out a surprised scream and sprung up from his seat. Oh, and Janus was there too.

"Holy fuck, Roman! Can you not do that!?" Virgil exclaimed exasperatedly with a hand on his chest, sitting back down on the couch. Roman knew he held no malice behind his words. The princely facet plopped down beside the anxious one and ruffled the other's hair playfully, causing a hiss of annoyance from Virgil. "My bad, my bad." The creative aspect laughs sheepishly, his laughter growing louder as Virgil tries to shove him off the couch but he doesn't budge.

His eyes then landed on Janus who looked at him, the tip of his closed fan touching his lips. Roman smiles at him sweetly and waves at him, "Hey Jan—" but before he can even finish his words, he drops onto the floor face first as Virgil finally shoves him off the couch. He groaned into the carpeted floor while Janus looked amused. Janus giggled softly and shook his head, covering the lower half of his face with the fan as he suppressed his laughter.

Roman looked at him wide-eyed, surprised to hear a genuine laugh from Janus. A very rare occurrence indeed. He couldn't help but smile as well at the sight of Janus' amusement, and he felt his cheeks heat up. Roman spares Virgil's soft glare as the other laughed his ass off at Roman's current state, the creative one rolled his eyes and got up from the floor. He turns on the TV and grabs the remote before plopping back down on the couch, Now he is sitting on the empty spot near Janus.

"I'm gonna have a Disney movie marathon, Y'all interested?" Roman queries, glancing at Virgil. The anxious facet shook his head as he got up from the couch and stuffed his phone inside his hoodie pocket, "Nah. I'm gonna go take a nap.".

"What about the others? What are they doing?"

"I think Patton's taking a nap too, Lo is working with whatever he's working on, and Remus... I don't know what he's up to." Virgil states as he walks towards the stairs. "Enjoy your movie marathon by the way. I'll tell them if they're interested," he added before climbing up to his room. Roman frowns slightly. It seems that no one was interested, Sigh, poor him... Wait, Janus was there too, but he'd declined too—

"What're you going to watch?" Janus queries quietly as he continues to fan himself slowly, his eyes gazing intensely at Roman. The creative one raises his eyebrows at the other's words, before grinning happily. "Oh, I'm gonna watch Cinderella first. Are you... gonna stay and watch with me?" he smiles softly at Janus. Janus blinked and stared blankly at Roman as he processed the question. "... I guess," he muttered, shutting his fan closed.

Roman beamed happily before directing to Disney Plus where he immediately picked Cinderella to begin his movie marathon with. He places the remote down on the coffee table while excitedly flapping his hands against his lap, his eyes glued to the TV. Janus watched him closely, noticing how excited the other was. He got up from his seat and went to sit down beside the spot beside Roman. Roman turned to look at Janus, who was already looking at him, his reddish-brown eyes locked with the latter's dual-colored ones. Roman gives him a smile and Janus then places the tip of his fan over his cheeks before smiling back at the other then looks away to look at the television. The princely trait continued to watch the movie that played on the TV. He also can't help but wonder why Janus keeps doing those certain gestures using his fan.

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Janus let out a frustrated groan as he sat up on his bed. It has been a week since he tried out his fan language technique on Roman and his clues still haven't gotten through the other trait's head yet. Why is it not working? He questioned as his arms fell limply onto his lap. (It's because barely anyone knows about fan language, Janus.). He glanced over to his side table where his fan was resting; He grabbed the handle and opened it, fanning himself with it in utter annoyance.

What does he have to do to get Roman's attention and for him to notice his dying love for him? (Fucking communicate with him). Janus huffs closes the fan and stands up, walking up to the door and heading down to look for Roman. There, in the kitchen, stood the creative facet. He was drinking his favorite tea as usual and staring into nothingness, probably lost in his thoughts again.

Janus coughed softly to get the other's attention, The other jolted before turning to look at him, his eyes widened at seeing Janus there. Janus touched the tip of his fan to his lips before batting his eyes at Roman, seemingly trying to act cute. Roman blinks in confusion and waves at him with a sheepish smile.

The deceitful trait rolled his eyes before opening his fan and placing it over his heart, hoping that Roman would get what he meant. Janus waited patiently as Roman seemed to try to understand what he meant. But alas, Roman still failed. "Janus, what are you even doing?" Roman asks curiously, tilting his head slightly.

Janus huffs before closing his fan (only in half) presses the half-closed over his lips, and does it again. All of this bullshit was fucking stupid, why can't Roman just loves him already so they can make out-- Surely this gesture would get through Roman's head, it's probably the most obvious one yet. Roman looked at him quizically and cocked his head to the side once more and blinked at the snake-like side, looking like a confused puppy.

An exasperated and annoyed noise ripped out of Janus, getting with all this guessing game they were playing. His plan was stupid and pointless, now he had to put his big boy pants on and do it himself. "Oh, you idiot—"

Janus marched towards Roman, which confused the other more, before pulling Roman by his collar and kissing him. Roman's eyes were blown wide in shock as he stared at Janus, his mind going blank. After a minute, he finally snapped out of his shocked state and everything was finally processing in his head. Roman then finally kissed Janus back, his hands tangling on the other's hair.

The both of them soon pulled away from the kiss, and both of their faces were flushed red.

"So... that's what you wanted?" Roman asked, letting out a soft chuckle. Janus looked away in embarrassment, he was still leaning close to Roman. "Yes..." he muttered softly, embarrassed by his own actions. "Well," Roman started, standing straight. "I guess you still got the message across using... what's it again?" the creative facet says, smiling lopsidedly at Janus.

"Fan language."

Roman giggles a bit at hearing Janus' answer. "You do know not everyone's going to understand that, right? And I thought I was the dramatic one," he said with an amused expression. "Hush and just kiss me." The deceptive trait murmured and unfurled his fan with a flourish, concealing both their faces from the supposed audience as their lips met once more.

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Writing Taglist: @cutebisexualmess @extraintrovertedalien (please tell me if you want to be added or removed in the tag list)

[harleychick91]

SuperCorptober Day 14: Midnight

Midnight Snack

After what felt like the longest week of my life, all I wanted was to go home. I love all of my friends but when I found out Kara was unable to make the weekly dinner party, I wanted nothing more than to go home, fix some tea, and curl up on the couch with a book. Sadly, that was not the case for me tonight. Winn and Alex begged me to help them with Supergirl’s suit that was damaged earlier that week. Giving in, I agreed and went to the D.E.O. lab. After a few hours, they said I could leave but the job wasn’t done so I refused.

It was nearly midnight when we finished and I was able to go home. Pushing open my door, I was met by a candle lit table, soft jazz, and the sound of a crackling fireplace on my TV screen. Hanging my things, I noticed the lights had been dimmed. If I didn’t know any better, it looks like someone set up a date night. Hearing a soft snore from the couch, I smiled seeing Kara snuggled under the blanket she gifted me. Knowing her, she probably put this together.

Walking back to the table, I chuckled noticing Kara used the battery powered candles she put in the goodie basket she made for my birthday. Thankfully she used these and not real candles. Turning them off, I glanced into the kitchen to make sure no food was left out. Once all the lights were turned off, I shook the sleeping blonde gently. “Kara, wake up.” She mumbled something about breadsticks. “It’s late. Wake up.”

“Huh?” Rubbing her eyes, she yawned. “Lena?”

“Hey, let’s go to bed.”

Sitting up, Kara rolled her shoulders. Looking around, she realized most lights were turned off. “What time is it?”

“A little after midnight. Winn and Alex needed my help and it took longer than they expected.”

“Aww,” Kara pouted. “But I had a whole dinner planned for you.”

I’m exhausted but that pout. Damn it, Kara. I want to kiss that pout away every time I see it. How can you not see that I’m hopelessly in love with you? “In that case, let’s have a very fancy midnight snack.”

“Are you sure? You look tired.”

“I’m sure.” Holding out my hand, I pulled the sleepy blonde to her feet. “We can sleep in tomorrow. Saturdays are meant for no alarms.”

Kara reheated the food while I turned on the candles, music, and fireplace. Taking my seat, the reporter placed our food on the table. “This looks and smells amazing.”

“Thank you. I hate that you have to eat it reheated and not fresh from the skillet.” She paused seeing the empty wine glasses. “Uh…”

“One glass won’t hurt. Besides, you planned all of this. I want to experience what you had in mind.” I watched as Kara poured us each a glass of our favorite red wine. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Taking her seat, Kara stiffened a yawn. “Let’s eat.”

Steak, potatoes, and asparagus after midnight. My stomach is not going to like me tomorrow. “Mmph.” My eyes fluttered shut as the steak hit my tongue. “This is delicious.” I don’t care anymore. This is heavenly.

“I’m glad you like it,” Kara beamed. “I told you I paid attention in the cooking classes we did.”

“You paid more attention than I did.” I only agreed to attend because you wanted to learn how to cook and I wanted to spend time with you. I chuckled remembering how everyone assumed we were a couple. The longer we were there, the more confused people were.

“Those were fun.” Pushing around her food, Kara chose her words. “Everyone thought we were a couple.”

“It was a couple’s cooking class,” I offered. “Not just a couple of best friends cooking class.” She’s so innocent sometimes it hurts.

“I’m still sorry about that. I’m sure it was awkward.”

“Not at all.” I desperately wanted it to be true. “No reason to be sorry. We live in a country where if two women love each other, they have the right to be together.” A sad smile flashed across the blonde’s face. What was that? Does she want this to be a date of sorts?

“I wouldn’t know the first thing about dating another woman.” She paused, taking a bite of food. “Or dating someone in general. All of my previous attempts were failures.”

My heart started to race. She’s thinking out loud. I should proceed with caution. “It’s not much different than dating a man,” I paused. “You can do the same types of things. It’s mainly just finding a way to spend time together. The only real difference is what happens in the bedroom.” Kara choked on her wine. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah.” She tried clearing her throat. “Have…have you ever dated a woman before?”

Does half of our friendship count? No? Fine. “Only once. It was more of a summertime fling than a serious relationship.” I paused, finishing my food. “I prefer dating women. Less facial hair. I cared for Jack but-,” Now I’m thinking out loud.

“But what?” Kara’s voice was nearly inaudible.

Am I ready for this? Telling her how I feel? “But when he came back into my life last year, I had fallen for someone else.”

Disappointment was clear in stormy blue eyes. “Oh.” Going back to her food, Kara continued to eat.

She truly doesn’t realize she’s on my radar. That she is my radar. “I didn’t realize I had fallen at first. It snuck up on me.” Something about tonight feels different. Maybe she does want this to be a date but doesn’t know how to bring it up. “She’s kind, smart, and sometimes extremely stubborn,” I laughed. “To me, her innocence is endearing.” I smiled, thinking over our friendship. “She has her own way of saying that she cares.”

Closing her eyes, Kara pinched the bridge of her nose. “Lena-,”

“One more thing and I’ll drop the subject.” I waited for Kara’s approval to continue. “One difference I’ve seen between dating men and women is the intimacy. Which isn’t just sex. The woman I fell for always keeps me in mind. When I work late, she sends or brings food to my office. On my birthday, she put together an amazing gift basket full of wine, bubble bath, chocolate, and a movie she knew I wanted to see. Or she’ll take pictures of things that remind her of me.” Kara’s brows creased as my words sank in. “The latest thing she’s done was cook an amazing steak dinner and waited hours for me to come home.”

Timid blue eyes met mine. “You….you’re talking about me?”

“I am.” I’m about to panic. I really don’t like being vulnerable. But if you feel the same way, it’ll be worth it.

“You…you’ve fallen for me?” A small glimmer of hope shone in the reporter’s eyes.

“I have, yes.”

Kara’s goofy grin brightened the room. “How long have we been unofficially dating?”

“At this point, I don’t even know,” I laughed. “Let’s clean up and go to bed. It’s getting late.” Taking our plates to the kitchen, I stopped when strong arms wrapped around me from behind.

Resting her cheek on my back, Kara hummed. “I hope you had a good first official date.”

“It’s the best first date I’ve ever had.”

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[toomuchracket]

it’s giving dad!matty vibes. like you and matty finally get some alone time together. while either grandparents watch the girls.

it's the friday of the second week of the girls being at school/nursery, and the grandparents are picking them up from school and taking them to theirs for dinner, and coincidentally you and matty have both ended up with the full day off for the first time since the girls' first day last week. and you didn't do anything fancy that day - just went home after dropping them off and mooched around the house (and fucked for a bit, honestly - you guys were alone! you're married to a dilf! what were you meant to do!), kind of coming to terms with it just being the two of you in the house, no kids running around under your feet, for the first time in five years. today, though, is different; it starts out casual, with the two of you dropping the girls off at school together, but then when you get into the car matty's like "you know what? we should go out" and you're like "what, now?", and matty grins like "yeah! i mean, go home and get changed first, but we could go for lunch. a proper nice one, just the two of us. haven't taken my wife on a date in a while" and you're like "you know what that sounds amazing. let's do it". and matty's quite cryptic about where he's taking you - he's adamant he's treating you - but he like helps you pick out a suitable outfit (pretty dress, not too fancy but still cute. like a short tea dress i think) and tells you you're beautiful when he sees you all ready with your makeup on and all that. and you get a taxi there, so you can both have a little drink lol, and it's a restaurant you went to for a date years ago and really liked that you end up in; you're very excited, and matty finds it adorable (he is equally as hype). and it's just such a nice afternoon - you don't get too turnt, because you do have dinner with matty's mum and your babas to go to later tonight, but i'm thinking you share some wine and have a lovely meal, looking all gooey-eyed and lovingly at each other throughout. matty, as you guys are finishing up the wine, is like "this has been lovely. we should do this again. and then again after that" and you giggle because the way he's phrased it makes it sound like you're on your first date ever - you tell him this (and agree), and he laughs and he's like "so if i'm getting another date... does it mean i'm going to get lucky on this one?", the cheeky shit. and you laugh but think seriously about it like "well we need to be at your mum's at 7, and it's 1:30 now, so... yeah, if you can take me home in the next half hour i don't see why not" - matty's flagging a waiter to ask for the bill immediately so he can rush you home lol. and yeah, you have some really good sex and then shower it off, and have a little rest before it's time to go and see the babas (who you've genuinely missed, despite the amazing time you and matty had alone together) <3