Undertale Boiz x Reader

Bath Time~ Part Two[Adult!PJ x Reader]

Whelp, I decided to make a part two for this on a request train. I moved this chapter to be right after the first part. Request by none other than SIColorsOfTheRainbow. Ready? Every good rhyme starts with once upon a time~

You enter the workplace early, two plastic rings in your pocket for ink and error. Yesterday you leant them your mother's ring and the one you planned to propose to PJ with. Now Pj knew of your plans and was probably expecting soemthing big and planned.

Oh he was gonna get it. 

You sent out newsletters to the parents of the children last night saying to get the kids, all of them, to the daycare a little early and wearing little tuxedos if possible. All the parents replied that they could do that. Goth and Palette were getting the kids set up in the playroom, Fresh being extremely uncooperative, and you held the ring in your hand.

This was the ring Ink and Error see to signify their marriage, and the ring you would use to symbolize yours. If PJ would say yes. He had a heads up to prepare and think about his answer. There should be no hesitation.

PJ walked into the daycare, immediately knowing something was off. It was quiet in here, too quiet. He knew you were going to propose today, but he didn't think it would be this early when you would. Clearly, you had plans. This is definitely refersing stereotypes against him.

He looked around. The kitchen, the nap room, everywhere. Everywhere but the playroom there was nobody. He thought he had you figured out. Jumpscare surprise party like proposal, huh? He knew you were a fun and caring person. A childish approach suited you both just fine, considering your career.

He opened the doors to the playroom and gasped. All the kids and parents were there in formal attire. Each little Kinder wearing a little tuxedo. Goth and Palette had suits and ties to differentiate themselves. The moms of the kinders wearing bridesmaid like dresses. Oh no. That couldn't mean...

It definately would mean.

He saw you walk out from behind some conveniently placed objects wearing an extravagant white gown ruffling all around you. A veil dropped down from the top of your head to your lower back. You held a bouquet and on the center and talked flower was the very ring you wanted to propose with.

Well, this was extra. PJ's jaw was dropped, seeing this amazing sight before him. He fletcher like he was watching you walk down the aisle. He saw you shuffle in the dress to try and get down on one knee before him. Blueberry and Dream holding back a very angry fresh in the background. Everyone else watched in awe. Ecspecially Ink and error. Error was taking notes in his head.

"PaperJam, you make me the happiest woman in the world. I would do anything, and I mean anything, to stay by your side. I would even try to bend down in this tight corset and dress jsut for you, and that says soemthing. So please, won't you be my husband?"

You stuck out the bouquet in front of him. He saw the ring. It flew in the glare of the light. You stood up as he plucked the ring out and examined it. It was chocolate diamonds, his favorite kind of gemstone. He looked at you, almost checking you out, and then slipped the ring on his own finger. It was the woman's Ring but who cares? He opened his arms out wide.

"Only if you'll have me."

You swelled up in joy, tackling him in a hug. He fumbled back a bit before regaining his composure. The adults clapped and the children caught on too. Fresh was crying to himself and Dream as trying to cheer him up. Error stated at Ink, who had stars in his eyes. He knew that look. That was a look of want from Error's "husband". He looked at the plastic ring on his finger. He knew it held just as much promise as the one Mister PJ wore.

You reached up and kissed PJ, who happily kissed back. Fingers entwined, bodies pressed up together. You could only imagine the real deal. That's all you could do now. Imagine. The real wedding (and honeymoon) would be better than your wildest dreams!

I'm sorry this was bad. I'm not good at proposals. I'm still a kid!

~Eva