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clumsy-hood · 3 years

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obey me! demon brothers + pet names

prompt: their favorite pet names you call them.

word count: 1,175

a/n: another i had stowing away in my drafts i managed to finish writing and editing. also another i thought of doing for the undateables as well. let me know what you guys think? i require criticism/validation to live. xx

Lucifer:

“darling”

Let’s not beat around the bush here, Lucifer internally melted the first time you called him ‘darling’ and he’s never been the same since. He was a demon who thrived when in control but there was a tenderness to your voice luring him in and never letting go. ‘Darling’ was followed by an ‘I love you’ or an insistence to step away from work and come to bed. It was a name that held so much kindness and love, he couldn’t help but follow whatever you had to say after.

“sir”

Oof, but when you called him ‘Sir’? It would start off in a teasing way whenever he’d ask you to hand him something or assist with some menial task, but you could always notice the flicker of desire and mischief in his gaze. ‘Sir’ was the gateway word, opening a world of possibility in which his thoughts were lustfully clouded of you, your touch, your scent all over him and to his control. And sometimes, sometimes you enjoyed exploiting those feelings.

Mammon:

“babe”

The first time you uttered the word, it was like a torch had been lit inside Mammon—whose cheeks were practically blazing and mumbling how you could call him ‘babe’ against if you wanted. It was simple and loving; casual enough where you could call him it in public, and he’d be so damn giddy because it was as though you were publicly declaring him yours. You needn’t command him because he would follow you around, hand in yours, like the lovesick demon he was.

“baby”

Similar to his other pet name, but ‘baby’ was reserved for the special moments between you. If his brothers had been especially harsh towards him? A warm hug and kiss would do the trick while the pet name tumbled from your lips. Maybe he had a nightmare? Same conditions apply. Between sneaky kisses at night? You’re damn right. ‘Baby’ was spoken with every ounce of love you had in your chest for him, and he damn well knew it.

Levi:

“captain”

It was definitely a nickname you hadn’t expected him to enjoy—in fact, it was conceived during a standard gaming session for Devil Kart!Game On. All he had done was suggest some tips to take out Solomon so you’d rank in the top three with him when you’d uttered an, “Aye aye, Captain!” And, well, the poor demon froze. What did you expect? After some time would pass, it was almost as though he thrived under pressure more so once you’d called him by his pet name.

“(my) prince”

Aside from the one you tease him with during gaming sessions, calling him your ‘prince’ was something warm and playful that evolved from numerous nickname tests until you’d found the one that left him the reddest. It was wholesome and sweet, always mentioned whenever he’d offer you any bit of affection. And the moments you called him ‘my prince’ left him warm and gooey inside because it meant he was yours.

Satan:

“(my) love”

He’s a romantic at heart, but the first time you called him ‘my love’ would have been at some small moment where it wouldn’t have registered at first and left him a blushing mess once he realize it. There was something so heartwarming to him—the Avatar of Wrath—being the object of one’s love and affection. Satan was worried his rage would leave him lonely and yet you, a human, found it in your heart to call him ‘love’ and mean it with every fiber of your being.

“dear”

A bit more passive-aggressive than the other at times, ‘dear’ was used to capture his attention and keep the frustrations directed at his brothers at bay. That and there was almost a domestic touch that came with the pet name; he had no idea why you had such a strong effect on him with such a simple word, but it was almost as though it had become a leash for his anger and a reminder that with you buy his side, he was a lot less lonely.

Asmo:

“honey”

Something sweet for a demon so sugary sweet. Asmo loves any and all pet names you could possibly throw his way, but he found comfort in the name given by romantic love reciprocated. The Avatar of Lust is no stranger to admirers so having a partner call him something so sweet and domestic left a warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest he had never felt before. ‘Honey’ was something save solely for him, and he absolutely love it.

“lovely”

A anime save for those tender moments, ‘lovely’ spoken was akin to your heart’s love letter for him every time it left your lips. Whispered between stolen kisses in the night as you lie together, limbs tangled and war, or as consolement whenever he’s concerned about his beauty and the love offered to him. For a demon so sure of the love for his appearance, he finds solace in your name whenever you’re regarding your ‘lovely’s’ heart.

Beel:

“handsome”

Beel was never sure why he felt so warm—and well, full—after you called him ‘handsome’ but that smile never left his face for the rest of the day. He was never one to obsess over his appearance—or pay it much attention, really—but there was something oddly comforting in how you said it and reeled him in better than the promise of food could. Okay, that may be a stretch, but he knew whenever you said it, playfully or serious, that you were entirely genuine.

“big guy”

Another teasing pet name that he can completely get behind; after all, no matter how tall you may be, you can guarantee this demon will tower over you. After his Fangol games, during meals, between classes, or whenever he was getting a little drowsy on your shoulder, nothing quite warmed him like when you’d call him ‘big guy’. His brothers never understood it, why he enjoyed something so simple, but he’d follow you like a lost puppy just to hear it again.

Belphie:

“boobear”

It was a nickname he’d never dar admit aloud to loving, but you knew from the first moment he blushed that Belphie was an absolute suck for it. Reserved only for your moments alone, you’d often tease him with the occasional ‘boobear’ during cuddles and makeout sessions just to watch him squirm. He’d always get a little pouty with you and deny enjoying it, but damn, he knew you had him hook, line and sinker.

“sweetheart”

One that surprised even you, but it was almost like a siren’s call to him: If you called him ‘sweetheart’, then he was likely to follow your lead. Seriously, you had no idea something you’d tease him with would hold such power over him, but honestly, much like his brothers, he enjoyed the domesticity in the name. It wasn’t as though you were staking a claim to him or openly calling him yours, but it was soft and tender and came from a place of love you both shared.

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chubbyhl · 3 years

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Louis quits smoking

“Louis, we’ve been over this, can you please smoke on the balcony? I know it’s cold outside but it’s really not good for the dogs, let alone for you.” Harry rounded the corner to find Louis sitting near an open window trying to push the cigarette smoke towards the winter air.

“But Haz…I have the window open” Louis pouted with his lower lip out, anything to not face the snow and chilly breeze.

“No Lou, we had a deal, if you weren’t gonna quit by November you had to smoke outside. So either you try and quit or the balcony it is.” Harry grabbed Louis’ arm as he started to pull him toward the balcony door.

“Fine, fine fine fine! I’ll smoke outside for tonight. But mark my words Harry, I’m quitting tomorrow.” Louis stepped into his shoes and slipped on his jacket, stomping his feet as the door swung open.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.” Harry huffed as the door shut louder than it needed to. Being stuck inside all winter with a cranky Louis trying to kick a nicotine habit was not how he wanted to spend both their birthdays and Christmas.

—

The next morning the boys woke up in their bed wrapped around each other to fend off the morning chill. December on the east coast was not too kind compared to their LA home, or even their London home this time of year. The boys decided to stay in New York for a few months while Harry finished up a few projects before they could both head back to Holmes Chapel for the spring. Louis of course transferred all his upcoming studio sessions here, so it was settled that the winter would be spent in the city.

It was around 8 in the morning when Louis got the familiar itch for his morning cigarette accompanied by a cup of black coffee, but before Louis could swing his legs off the bed he remembered his words to Harry yesterday

I’m quitting tomorrow

And Louis never went back on his word.

He laid in bed wrapped around Harry for a few minutes longer letting the younger boys heat seep into his skin to try and chase away the craving itching in his mind. It wasn’t helping as much as Louis had hoped.

“Haz” Louis whispered against Harry’s neck. Harry’s eyes twitched for a moment, proving he was still fast asleep.

“Harry, please” Louis whispered a bit louder, begging for any kind of distraction.

“Lou, what” Harry turned in bed, still taken over by sleep, pulling Louis closer to his chest.

“I want a cigarette” Louis mumbled out into Harry’s neck.

“Hmm boobear?” Harry asked again, gently as he carded his fingers through Louis’ hair with a yawn

“I want a smoke.” Louis said a little louder, embarrassed such a trivial thing was driving him so mad this early in the morning. It was only a cigarette, it’s not like he let them run his life. Surely this had to be an easy habit to kick, he’s done far harder things.

“So go outside and smoke Boo” Harry huffed, loosening his hold on the older boy and pulling the covers up.

“No”

“Lou you have to go outside to smoke. I’m not having this argument again.”

“No, I told you I was quitting today.”

Harry’s eyes opened at that, “You were serious yesterday?”

Louis crossed his arms in front of himself as he lay on his back, “Of course I was being serious.” He rolled his eyes at the curly headed boy beside him. Why would Harry think he was joking?

They lay in silence for a moment more, before Louis rolled over and shoved his face into the pillow with a groan.

“This is going to be harder than I thought.”

Harry ran his fingers down Louis’ back, “We’ll figure it out Boo, why don’t we go make breakfast, take your mind off of it?”

—–

Breakfast was the perfect distraction for Louis, both of them had found. Harry took the time to cook a full breakfast, eggs, bacon, toast, even muffins were popped into the oven. The coffee was poured, Louis set the table, the dogs were fed, and they sat in silence as they ate and scrolled through their phones.

It wasn’t hard to notice Louis was using food as a distraction as he went to fill his plate up for a second time, something that wouldn’t normally happen at any meal time they shared besides Thanksgiving in the states.

Harry’s eyes lifted from his phone playfully watching Louis lift more eggs to his mouth, mindlessly scrolling through his phone, his tan skin on display as neither of them bothered to put anything more than a pair of boxers on to tread downstairs.

After another 15 or so minutes, Harry’s first plate was empty along with Louis’ second, as Louis began to unwrap another muffin from the tray, “Lou, would you like another cup of coffee?”

Louis’ popped another piece of muffin in his mouth as he looked at Harry through his eyelashes, “Yes please” he said with a smile and cheeks full of muffin.

—–

After breakfast it was obvious that even today, on day one of Louis quitting, if Louis didn’t find another hobby…food was going to be the thing he used to fill the nicotine void. It was common enough, Harry read through articles and articles of things ex-smokers picked up in order to kick the bad habit. Some took to drinking, others to running, some used nicotine patches or gum, and some people ate. It’s not like it would harm Louis to eat a little more - especially when in the past he had used smoking to skip meals whilst on tour. Harry was happy to see Louis at least enjoying himself and the food he was eating.

It’s when Harry found Louis curled up in their bed after dinner that a little bit of concern popped into his mind.

Harry crawled in beside his husband gently petting his hair, “Going to bed early tonight are we?” Harry giggled, but Louis’ face scrunched up at the joke.

“My stomach hurts Haz” Louis pouted, similar to how he had the night before, with his lower lip out and his puppy dog eyes.

“Well, baby, I…you did eat quite a bit today. More than I’ve seen you eat in a long time for a day that isn’t thanksgiving.” The corners of Harry’s lips turned up at the memory of the holiday under a month ago.

“I couldn’t help it, everytime I wanted to smoke it was easier to just…eat…” Louis laid flat on his back, setting his hands on his bloated stomach.

“Want me to rub your tummy baby?” Harry offered as he scooched closer to the blue eyed boy.

“Mhm” Louis pouted again, he always knew how to get his way with Harry, that was for sure.

Harry set his hand on top of Louis’ tummy and started to rub gentle circles as Louis nuzzled into him, a sigh of relief leaving his lips. “For the love of god, say something tomorrow, I can’t keep doing this just to quit cigarettes” Louis breathed out as Harry went to leave a kiss on his forehead.

“There are worse things you could be doing to quit Lou, besides, you deserve to have a little more freedom with food anyways. I’d rather you eat that smoke, or drink.” Harry chuckled, he definitely did not want a drunk Louis all the time, that was for sure.

“I guess” Louis said as he nuzzled closer to Harry, if it was even possible. There wasn’t any space left in between their bodies.

“And besides, if I have to lay in bed with you every night and rub your tummy just to quit smoking? That’s gotta be the cutest thing ever. Much cuter than helping you apply a nicotine patch or combing your hair back while you puke your guts up in a toilet.” Harry hummed as he continued to circle his hand over the distended bump that was Louis’ stomach. He could understand why Louis’ must not feel well, his belly swollen and taught from all the food packed in there.

“I know you’re right, I didn’t expect it to be this hard.” Louis sighed.

“It’s only day one Boo, and now you’re past the hardest day.”

—-

It went on like that for another two weeks, more often than night each night the boys would lay in bed and Harry would rub Louis’ belly until the older boy fell asleep. Even when Louis didn’t have a stomach ache, it relaxed him into being able to shut his eyes without his nightly cigarette. Of course, Harry didn’t mind at all, he was even beginning to hope this routine didn’t end.

Over the past two weeks Harry took the liberty of keeping the house stocked with Louis’ favorite food and snacks, anything that he thought would bring Louis joy in this hard time. As the boys went about their daily routines of recording sessions, press work, or team meetings - Louis more often than not had his hand in some type of snack bag, leaning heavily towards chips and popcorn, even little packets of sweets like the cookies he used to have in his house as a child.

Anything to drive the nicotine craving away.

Of course, this did not go unnoticed by Harry, or Louis’ body for that matter. Over the past two weeks Louis’ new found habit had led to hard edges being filled out with soft curves, his tummy more noticeable in his shirts like when he was younger. It wasn’t much weight, it had only been 14 days after all, but both the boys had certainly noticed.

“What if this craving doesn’t go away and I keep eating like this Haz?” Louis asked him one night as he ran his hand over his own stomach, finding it softer than it had been in months.

“Then you won’t smoke any cigarettes” Harry said matter of factly, it was true. This had been working well to drive Louis’ cravings away, for sure.

“Harry…come on. Look at me. My stomach it’s…”

“Beautiful?” Harry smiled

“Softer, it’s soft. I’m….you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed I’m putting on a little weight here.” Louis shifted anxiously.

“Do you mind it?” Harry asked genuinely, not offering any praise before he knew how Louis felt about his own body.

“I…I don’t know how I feel about it. I want to stop smoking, that’s what I know.” Louis states, leaving the question open ended. He didn’t think he really minded the new found softness, it reminded him of when he was younger and the band was just starting, and the beginnings of their relationship together.

And if he didn’t crave cigarettes as often because of it, he could deal with the extra weight.

“Okay baby, well if this is helping you stop smoking, then we’ll let your body run it’s course while the cravings go away. I think you always look beautiful, always Lou, so please don’t worry about that if you are.” Harry smiled as he kissed Louis’ neck.

“Mhm, and I’m sure you’d love it if my ass got bigger too.” Louis smirked as Harry went in for a kiss.

“Oh, please.” Harry giggled as Louis kissed him back.

——

“Harry!” Louis yelled from their bedroom for the third time as Harry cleared the staircase in record time.

“Lou, Lou what’s wrong? Why are you yelling?” Harry said, trying to catch his breath.

He found Louis laying flat on the bed with a pair of his jeans on and nothing else.

The older boy turned his head to face Harry, “You did this.” Louis stated simply, putting his hands behind his head.

“What are you talking about?” Harry huffed as he walked over.

“You did this, Harold, my jeans won’t button up.” Louis huffed as he tried once more to pull the button to the hole, but with no such luck. A small bump of soft skin was in the way of the zipper too.

“And how is this my fault?” Harry smirked as he watched Louis lay dramatically with his arms splayed out. He was always one for dramatics.

“Because you’ve been keeping the house stocked up with all my favorite things, so of course I was going to be eating them!” Louis huffed, closing his eyes as he brought a hand to the bridge of his nose.

“Loubear, that really doesn’t mean that you not being able to button your jeans is my fault.” Harry tried to level, still amused at how dramatic Louis was being.

“We can buy you more jeans baby, it’s only fabric” Harry left a few kisses on Louis’ shoulder.

Both of Louis’ hands then went down to his belly, handling the softness, “I’m…how much do you think I weigh now? 170? 175?” Louis giggled at the guess. He hadn’t weighed more than 160 in about 10 years.

“Barely even, Louis it isn’t much weight. And you’ve been cigarette free for almost a month and a week.” Harry ran a hand down Louis’ chest.

“Well, are you going to guess?” “Why? Are you going to find out?” Harry’s eyebrow raised in curiosity.

“Maybe I should. See what my progress is, keep track.” Louis smirked. This could be fun.

“What….I, I don’t know, maybe 168? Like I said babe, it can’t be much.” Harry bent down to kiss Louis’ tummy where it poked out the most.

Louis then stood up and kicked the dreaded jeans off, making his way to the bathroom where Harry kept the scale hidden in the back of the cabinet.

He set the scale down on the white tile floor, cold and uninviting, as he waited for the numbers to set to zero.

“If it’s above 170 you have to make me dinner.” Louis said as he glanced at Harry before he stepped on.

“I always make you dinner Lou, not much of a bet there.”

“Fine. If it’s above 170 can we order in?”

“Are you trying to gain weight here? Did I miss something?” Harry mused at the idea of Louis’ body being softer than it already was now. He certainly didn’t mind it, and wouldn’t if it continued.

Louis stepped on the scale without answering Harry’s question. The numbers blinked and blinked, before they settled on 173.

“Ha! I knew it! 13 pounds!” Louis said, grabbing at the soft swell at the bottom of his tummy.

“Can we get chinese?” The older boy said with a smile as he wrapped his arm around Harry.

“Only if you answer my question.” Harry waited patiently.

Louis squeezed him tighter before letting go and stepping back.

“I honestly…don’t mind it. If I gain I gain, if I lose I lose, but I know for damn sure I like eating whatever and whenever I please. Fuck cigarettes when you can have food, right?” Louis smiled brightly as he turned towards the mirror to inspect himself again.

“Mmmmm, you know babe, I think you’re right.” Harry smiled back as he crouched down to kiss all over Louis’ little pouched tummy. “You’d look cute with a little more weight on you I think. You look cute now, you looked cute before. I think you’ll always look cute.” Harry reassured.

“I think we should find out just how cute I can be.” Louis smiled, “Now, go order the Chinese” He pecked Harry’s cheeks as he went off to find a pair of sweatpants that fit.

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ourhappylies · 6 years

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Connor Murphy Fluff Alphabet (DEH) 🌻

A = Attractive what do they find attractive about the other?

He adores how sweet you are to him, even though everyone else treats him like garbage. When you showed up as the “new kid” he was particularly standoffish every time you would ask him for directions or a pencil, but the first time you found him in one of his moods and stayed even when he yelled and cried and told you to leave, he knew you were just as sweet as you were acting and you weren’t going to be like everyone else and leave him in the dust.

B = Baby do they want a family? why/why not?

Connor doesn’t really want children, at least children of his own, but he would definitely consider adopting later on in life. He’s terrified of someone else having to suffer through their teenage years like he had to, and so he doesn’t want to risk passing down the multitude of mental illness and pain to someone he loves more than anything.

C = Cuddle how do they cuddle?

Connor doesn’t have a specific way he cuddles, he just has to feel close to you. He absolutely adores being near you and he adores the way your heart beats just a tiny bit faster around him. You make him feel safe, and there’s nothing he loves more in the world than cuddling with you while you both sleep, no matter what position you two end up in.

D = Dates what are dates with them like?

Dates with Connor are always something to remember. He particularly loves abandoned places, places only you two can find, a safe space for both of you to be completely honest with each other. Sometimes he’ll go before your date to set up the little area you’ll share, whether that be with lights, flowers, or anything else he thinks might possible cheer you up.

E = Everything you are my ____ (e.g my life, my world…)

He always stays up later than you do, and he’ll stare at you while you sleep, grinning like a madman. “You’re the reason I’m even still here, you’re my life,” he murmurs to you in the dark of night, a secret he’d only tell you years later when he wasn’t experiencing constant suicidal thoughts.

F = Feelings when did they know they were falling in love?

He knew he was falling in love after one of his angry mood swings, the first one you saw and the one you refused to leave his side for. He would try to avoid you for a while, too afraid you were too far out of his league until Jared asked you how you and Connor were doing, forcing you to confront him.

G = Gentle are they gentle? If so, how?

He tries to be. He always apologizes for himself and how his illnesses effect not only him but you. He buys you gifts for almost every date, and he shows you a side of him no one else ever gets to see, the side of him scribbled in the backs of notebooks and margins on homework, the side of him tht just wants to be loved.

H = Hand/Hold how do they like to hold hands?

Connor laces his fingers with yours, it gives him something to focus on and something to squeeze if someone starts to piss him off so he doesn’t hurt himself and you can get him out of the situation.

I = Impression first impression/s

His first impression of you honestly wasn’t very nice, he thought you were just faking being sweet, and he thought you would turn on him just as quick as everyone else as soon as you got the hang of things, but when you were still talking to him weeks into the school year, he reconsidered that impression.

J = Joker are they into pulling pranks?

He knows what it’s like to live in fear, and he doesn’t want you experiencing that even for an instant, so he usually doesn’t pull pranks, plus he’s always anxious you’ll get so pissed at him that you’ll leave him and he’s too worried he’ll cross that line to pull pranks.

K = Kisses how do they kiss?

Kisses with him are always passionate and sweet, albeit a little short. If you want more that a soft quick kiss, you’ll have to hold his face there to show him how much you do want him and do love him, and aren’t simply kissing him because he’s your boyfriend.

L = Love who says I love you first?

You have to say it first, because Connor is too anxious that you’ll leave him if he gets too serious. You’ll say it casually, and watch the dumbstruck look on Connor’s face for a moment before realizing what you say and quickly going to apologize and leave before Connor pulls you into one of those rare long kisses.

M = Memory their favourite moment together

His favourite memory is when he brought you to a wedding within.. somewhere in his family, Connor honestly didn’t know. You dragged him to the dance floor, dancing with him most of the night and sharing secrets, giggles, and kisses. He remembers that night like it was yesterday, down to exactly how your hair looked and the way you smiled at him.

N = Nickel do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?

Connor comes from money, so it’s not surprising that he’s used to just about everything material he could ever want. He’ll lie to his parents about things he wants just to give them to you, or agree to actually participate in therapy for an allowance just so he can buy you gifts, because he loves seeing how happy they make you.

O = Orange what colour reminds them of their other half?

The colour yellow reminds him of you. It’s such a vibrant colour and he thinks it matches your personality perfectly. Plus his anti-depressants are yellow and that and you are the only two things that seem to make him happy anymore.

P = Petnames what pet names do they use?

Connor loves stupid nicknames, because he loves hearing your laugh. From “Boobear” to “His favourite weeaboo”, he’ll call you anything to make you smile, especially when you’re mad at him for something, or at least giving him the silent treatment.

Q = Quaint what is their favourite non-modern thing?

Connor loves bookstores and he adores the fifties aesthetic. He takes you on milkshake dates more often than anything else, and he’ll dance with you in his room after to the old vinyls he has on his newest favourite thing: his record player.

R = Rainy Day what do they like to do on a rainy day?

He loves to facetime you or just snuggle in your bed with you on rainy days. They are some of the only days he’s able to sleep, and he loves spending that time next to you. He enjoys having you read to him or just sit with him, playing with his hair, because it helps him fall, and stay, asleep.

S = Sad how do they cheer themselves/each other up

Connor will cheer himself up with videos and pictures he’s taken of you since the two of you met. He loves snapping pictures of you driving or off guard pictures with flowers or snow in your hair, and he loves taking videos of the presents he gives you, no matter how much whining you do at the start of them he loves and cherishes those videos with his whole heart. He always tries to cheer you up with being extra touchy, because that’s what helps him cheer up. He’ll set up cute dates and bring your favourite food and lots of gifts. He loves spending money on you, despite your protests, so he always does it to cheer you up.

T = Talking what do they love to talk about?

He loves talking about books and music. He loves exploring themes with you and he loves telling you his interpretations of things as he loves to hear exactly where you do and don’t agree. Connor has a very analytical mind, but this has in fact started numerous fights since Connor doesn’t particularly like his opinions challenged, as he usually feels that they are instead being dismissed.

U = Unencumbered What helps them relax?

If he’s paranoid, you have to sit with him and touch him and whisper to him, it’s the only way he’ll even begin to believe you love him. If he’s anxious or angry it’s better to keep your distance unless he approaches you looking for your compassion and loving touches. Talking to him and showing him you aren’t leaving is the easiest way to get Connor to relax around you.

V = Vaunt what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

Connor likes to show off his art, he’s proud of how well he can draw and write. He loves drawing and writing, especially with you as his muse.

W = Wedding when, how, where do they propose?

Connor proposes when it’s just you and him. He proposes during one of your many late night adventures, this one ghost hunting. He leaves clues all night with fake EVPs asking things vaguely about marriage and staging a wedding dress at the end of the hallway (albeit on a vacuum cleaner).

X = Xylophone What’s their song?

All About Your Heart by Mindy Gledhill. He always imagines you singing it to him, and you’re the one person that makes him such a sap. He loves you and he loves singing the song for you softly to help you sleep.

Y = You the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

“You are the icing on my cake-“ you’d started singing on day, not expecting Connor to come back with the same song, “You are the smile I can’t erase..” He always sings back now, and ever since then he can’t stop saying it.

Z = Zebra if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

Connor has always wanted a pet hamster. He wants someone up at night as late as he is, and something that won’t judge him no matter how much he talks about you.

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