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Cold days
Alex Keller x Reader
Summary: (based on this ask) you and Alex share a warm bath together when you both are freezing.
Warning: fluff literally so much fluff. Y’all are so in love in this. There’s like the slightest hint of angst but it’s not much. Established relationship. Don’t come for me if some things are inaccurate when the military is brought up. Pet names (baby, sweetheart, darling)
Word count: 2.5k shortish and sweet:)
Honestly I saw this request and fell in love with it so I had to write it as I work on Johnnys part two. Which his is about half way done as of right now so it should be out soon. I hope you guys enjoy this one!<3 I hope I did your request justice @offbrandmeowmix 🫶🏻
You could hear the moment the front door opened and closed. You didn’t honestly want to move from your spot under your cocoon of blankets but seeing his face sounded pretty nice too.
You had only returned from work about an hour ago. As soon as you came home you changed into warmer clothes and then searched for your personal heater before realizing he was gone you were forced to hide under a pile of blankets and wait for him.
“Alex?” You called when you finally got yourself to roll out of bed but not without taking a fuzzy blanket with you and wrapping it tightly around your body. “Is that you?”
You peaked your head around the corner to the front door to see him just barely hanging up his coat. When he turned and saw you a relieved smile made its way onto his face, “hey, you cold?” He asked when you stepped further into his view.
“Freezing.” You confirmed and he chuckled softly as he made his way to you. Smiling at you like you were the only thing that mattered to him in that moment. Your own soft smile made its way to your face when he leaned down to give you a soft kiss on the head. “Where have you been?”
“I was helping the neighbors shovel the snow out of their driveways.” He sighed out in exhaustion while he caressed your face gently as if he hadn’t seen you in a lifetime. Immediately you flinched away from his cold hands and he retracted them with a chuckle before moving past you to sit on the couch. “Sorry.”
“It took you only an hour?” You followed after him, noticing the slight limp in his step. While he always had one it was a little more prominent now.
He glanced up at you for a moment while he massaged his thigh the prosthetic was on. “Longer actually. It took me an hour to help our neighbors then another two to help the other two elderly neighbors that asked for help afterwards.” You laughed softly at this. It was no secret your husband was a kind man who would help anyone who asked so it didn’t surprise you in the slightest.
After watching him massage his thigh for a few more minutes you noticed the slight frown that was on his face. “You okay?” You took a step closer to him and he quickly smiled up at you to ease your nerves. “Alex.”
“I’m okay baby.” You could practically melt anytime he called you some kind of endearing nick name but right now you didn’t believe him in the slightest. “How was work?”
“Work was fine.” You quickly dismissed his attempt at changing the subject and went to stand directly in front of him. You stood between his legs and grabbed his face to make him look at you as his hands automatically went to rest on your lower thighs. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
He stayed silent for a moment. “Your hands are feeezing.” He muttered and you smacked his shoulder while he laughed. “Seriously, I’m okay. My leg has just been bothering me a little since it’s gotten colder out.”
He gently took your hands in his and cupped them in his hands while he brought them close to his lips to blow warm air on them. You couldn’t help but feel warmer already with just his attention alone.
“Come on.” You whispered softly to him and took your hands away but not before grabbing onto one of his hands to try and pull him off the couch. “Let’s go take a warm bath. It’ll help you relax.”
“Well how could I say no to that.” He followed after you as you led him into the master bathroom that was connected to your shared bedroom.
After tossing the blanket into a basket you had in the corner you let him sit down on the toilet lid so he wouldn’t have to stand on his prosthetic anymore. As you turned on the water and got it set to a good temperature he was getting ready to take the prosthetic off but stopped when he saw you turn back to him.
“Do you want any help?” You asked, kneeling down so he would look you in the eyes. He gave you a soft smile in an attempt to reassure you but you and he both knew this was a new insecurity for him that he had yet to find a way around. “Here let me at least take the prosthetic off for you.”
And he let you but he stopped you from helping him any further the moment it was off. “Let me do the rest of this darlin.” You looked up at him as if just to ask if he was sure but all he did was cup your face in his hands and kiss your lips softly. “Please.”
“Okay..” you relented and stood to your feet. “I’ll be right back.” You gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek as you left the bathroom to let him have his privacy as he took everything else for the prosthetic off.
Though it had already been about a year, give or take, since Alex lost his leg it was still very much a new thing to him. You did your best to be there and support him but losing your leg was something you couldn’t understand and you knew that.
It was something that was a little easier for him to ignore when he was away on mission but something he felt a little harder when he was home with you. He didn’t mean to but sometimes he’d get into his head about it. You’d only helped him with his full routine for his leg maybe a few times when he was comfortable with it but never pushed him when he wasn’t.
You never thought less of him. If anything it made you fall more in love with him and you’d spend everyday reassuring him about how much you loved him if that’s what he needed. All you were happy about was that he made it home alive to you.
That’s all you’d ever care about.
“Y/n?” His voice broke you from your thoughts and you realized you were just standing at the dresser staring down at it. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah! Yeah sorry!” You called to him, quickly grabbing two pairs of sweats and a few shirts before making your way back to him. “Got distracted.”
He only hummed in response and watched you as you set the clothes down to come closer to him. He didn’t put up any resistance when you helped him take off his shirt and then again when you helped him with the rest of his clothes.
You helped him ease into the tub before turning off the water and turning away from him to strip from your own clothes.
“You’re so beautiful.” He practically whispered when you slid into the tub with him, his arms instinctively wrapping around you.
You almost immediately melted into him, your head finding its place on his chest just below his jaw. You hummed contentedly as your hand ran delicately over the arms he had wrapped around you. “I missed you today.”
He kissed the top of your head before replying, “I miss you everyday.” You chuckled at his response but his arms tightened around you slightly. “Every minute I’m away from you I miss you.”
The words settled in the air. You didn’t know how to respond to that so you just grabbed onto his hand so you could play with his fingers while he other hand traced gentle patterns just below your breast.
“Somethings on your mind.” He pointed out when he noticed you got lost in thoughts again. You didn’t answer and just continued to play with his fingers so he grabbed onto your left one with both of his to start massaging it.
“What are you doing?”
“Don’t act like I don’t know you start hurting in winter to, sweetheart.” He brought your hand to his lips to leave a kiss. “I know your joints start gettin stiff.”
You smiled softly. “You know me to well Mr. Keller.” You murmured, watching him rotate between both your hands.
“That’s my job darlin’” he kissed your shoulder this time. “Now tell me what’s on your mind.”
You hated asking him about his leave, you wish you could just sit here and enjoy every second you had with him. But he had been on leave for almost two weeks already and never said anything about when he was supposed to return to the field and you were starting to feel like your seconds were ticking down.
“When do you go back?” You asked him quietly and you could feel the way his chest deflated a little when he finally understood why you were so quiet.
“Beginning of next week.” He admitted and you went silent. It was Wednesday today. He could sense your sadness and the way you wanted to close yourself off but he wouldn’t allow it. “Baby don’t do that. Don’t think about it, let’s just enjoy the time we have okay?”
You could only nod and continue to watch him massage your hands gently. “Do you remember when we first met?” It was a weak attempt at changing the subject but he’d take anything you’d give him.
“How could I forget?” He chuckled. “The marines were on the track running that day and then there you came to deliver some papers. I couldn’t look away from you and you nearly made me trip when you turned and looked at me with that beautiful smile.”
You laughed at his recollection of your first meeting. In truth you had seen him around long before that but never approached him. Only because at the time you worked at a desk filling out paperwork and you’d only catch glimpses of him here and there so the moment someone asked for a volunteer to go deliver papers to someone who was training the marines you jumped at the opportunity.
It was safe to say you made an impression on him that day because the next day he found you at your desk and asked for your name with that charming smile of his.
“You were very charming.” You told him as you recalled the days after you started dating. “You would bring me flowers every week.”
“That reminds me I need to go buy you more, the ones I gave you are dying.” You laughed.
You had long since left that office job and found one that made you happier and you and Alex held strong through everything. You wouldn’t change a thing about your life with this man.
“I love you more than anything Alex.” You turned your head to look at him slightly and his hand that had been massaging your hand came up to gently hold your jaw so he could kiss you properly.
“I love you more than any words can express sweetheart.” He whispered against your lips and you smiled and snuggled closer to him.
You spent almost an hour in the bath just enjoying each other's presence. Soft touches shared between you as you both told stories of what you could remember from the beginning of your relationship. Laughs shared at every embarrassing detail the other would bring up and soft kisses placed as comfortable silence fell over you.
By the time you got out of the bath the water was getting cold and both your fingers were pruned but neither of you seemed to mind as you helped him out of the tub to get dressed before you left him there to get his crutches with a towel wrapped tightly around your own body.
When he was finally sat on his side of the bed and watching you go about your nightly routine he had a soft smile on his face. “Y/n?” He called your name softly as you emerged from the bathroom after brushing your teeth.
You hummed as you slid into the bed next to him before you saw the look on his face. A look that meant he had something he wanted to say but didn’t know how, it made you nervous. “You okay?”
“I was just thinking.” He looked away from you and to the dresser where one of your wedding photos was placed. “This next mission it’s going to be a long one..”
“Okay?” You said gently
“What would you think..” he took a deep breathe and looked back at you. “If this were to be my last mission?”
You felt your breathe catch in your throat as you looked at him to see if he was being serious. “Alex..are you sure? This is-this is your life! If you’re only doing this for me because you think I’m lonely-“
He grabbed your hand to get you to stop and you did. “It was my life for more years than I can even count. And I sacrificed a lot for it but I don’t want to sacrifice any more time with you.” You almost felt like you could cry. “We’ve been together damn near a decade and you’ve stayed by my side for it all. I see how many men die on the field, I see how many heartbroken spouses there are and I don’t want you to be one of them.”
“Alex..”
“I want to live my life with you Y/n, I want to start a family, move houses if you want, hell just do mundane things like bathe with you. I want to do it everyday.” He was ranting now so you could see how long he had been thinking about this. “I hate being away from you. I can't imagine ever putting you through the pain of losing me.”
He watched your expression closely, you had tears threatening to fall from your eyes. This was something you never even really let yourself think, you honestly didn’t think Alex would be the one to bring up retirement.
“Y/n?”
“Are you sure this is something you want to do Alex?” You had to ask him again. “You’re not just doing this for me right? This is something you want to do?”
He sighed slightly and moved to caress your jaw. “Sweetheart, I’ve been thinking about this since the last few deployments. I’ve been thinking about this since I almost sacrificed myself but was lucky enough to only lose a leg. So trust me it is something I want to do. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Finally a few tears did manage to escape and you cupped his cheeks to bring him to you, kissing him like there’s a whole new hope for the two of you. “I love you so much.” You whispered when you pulled away and he wiped your tears.
“I love you too.” Then he was pulling you down so you were both laying on the bed and your head was safely tucked under his chin.
Silence enveloped you again before you broke it. “You wanna start a family eh?” He rolled his eyes at your playful tone and tickled your sides. His heart swelling as your laughter filled the room.
“Don’t push your luck.”
#call of duty x reader#call of duty imagine#cod x reader#alex keller imagine#alex cod x reader#alex keller x reader
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el chico del apartmento 512
yunho x reader // 1146 words // non-idol au
This is embarrassing. Why would you ever subject yourself to this type of torture? There is literally no reason for you to be doing this right now when instead you could be in bed (not really, you’d be regretting not being here actually). No matter what you do tonight you’ll end up regretting whatever the fuck it is you do, and whose fault is it? Yours? No, it’s Yunho’s. And Yeosang’s.
Yunho, your sweet, giant, perfect neighbor. Why did he have to crawl through your heart the way he did? Making you feel as if you were in high school again with all the stomach butterflies he gives you everytime he smiles at you in the hall or when he holds the elevator door open when you’re running late. Or even when he drove you to work because you missed the bus once.
There was no hope for you the second you saw him move into the apartment across the hall that fateful day. Whistling as he did in between yelling at his friends to not throw his boxes around. You had been excited when apartment 512 was finally going to be occupied. You were curious as to what type of person would end up there especially since your floor was pretty empty. It was just you and an older lady down the hall.
Yeosang, your dear best friend who had warned you against developing feelings for the giant man due to how messy it could get. Alas, you never listen to him and so here you were, feeling for a man.
And in your eyes–he’s perfect. You’ve seen him carry groceries for the elderly neighbor, help a lost kid look for his mom in the lobby, and pass by the elementary school he happens to teach at. You were down bad.
So, as your bestest friend, Yeosang took it upon himself to research the guy. Sure he had warned you about liking your neighbor, but if he makes you this happy when you’re not dating then so be it. Yeosang basically had found his IP address and every possible social media he’s ever had. You didn’t even get to stalk much before seeing the overwhelming amount of pictures with a certain someone.
“He has a boyfriend!” you had moaned to your panicked friend.
“We don’t know that–” You swear you got goosebumps all over your body.
“I remember seeing that guy when he moved! I thought they were platonically affectionate,” you lean back on his couch, draping your arm over your eyes, “I shouldn’t have assumed. Of course someone would want to date him.”
Yeosang nervously twiddled his thumbs over his computer keyboard, his eyes moving back and forth from the screen to you, “Maybe you should still tell him,” he had said after a while.
You had practically jumped off the couch, “You’re crazy. No way in hell–that's embarrassing!” You narrow your eyes, “I’m not gonna become a homewrecker, Yeosang.”
“No–like, he hasn’t told you that he’s seeing someone,”
“I’ve talked to him thrice,”
“Exactly– you don’t know–or not supposed to know anything about him, so you’re just gonna let him know you think he’s cute…or whatever,” he shakes his head, “and then that's gonna prompt him to give you a clear response.”
And that's why you’re here. Out in the hall. Dressed in jeans and a clean, plain t-shirt–nothing fancy, just presentable. You continue to stare straight into Yunho’s door as if you had heat vision and it were melting straight away, allowing you to peek into his abode. You’ve never had to knock on his door and you don’t know how he would react to it—and you’re pretty sure you saw the guy from his posts in the lobby today, so imagine if he opened the door. How you wish the earth would just swallow you right there. How you wish you could just slip a note under his door as if it were his high school locker.
Too many wishes, you think as you sigh and begin to roll your shoulders. You breathe in and begin to knock three times. You wait before attempting to try again until the door is yanked open by the exact boy from his posts and the lobby.
“Oh,” you say very intelligently.
“Hello,” he says and he has the cutest smile ever, making his eyes turn into crescents, “Are you looking for my friend? Yunho?” he says.
“Oh, uh, yea,” you say. You stop. Friend? Oh they’re just friends. “I’m his neighbor,” you say with serotonin rushing through your veins and pointing to the door behind you, “I’m Y/n.”
“Oh, I know who you are,” he says vaguely before Yunho sticks his head under his arm, eyes widening when he sees you at his door. He begins to shove Mingi behind him with one hand, but because his friend wasn’t budging he resorted to using full force with both arms.
“Hey! Y/n, what’s up?” He smiles sweetly. Oh god you’re gonna puke. Can he stop doing that for the sake of your heart?
“I wanted to talk to you—” You see Mingi trying to eavesdrop behind Yunho, “Alone.” you giggle.
“Hold on,” he says and walks inside his apartment and softly closes the door. You’re confused as you’re now left alone to your thoughts and the muffled, “Mingi, stay in the room!” and laughter.
Yunho pops his head out the door to make sure you’re still there, “You don’t mind talking out here do you? Uh, my place is a mess.”
“It’s fine,” you say and he steps out with his hands behind his back.
“Is there something you need?” he asks.
“Kind of?” you begin with newfound confidence, “I wanted to tell you that I like you, Yunho,” your heart stops. You’re actually doing this. Okay, no backing up now, “And I don’t know what you want to do with that information–I don’t even know myself. My only certainty is that I know my feelings towards you.” Your hands balled into fists at your sides as you awkwardly smiled at him, watching his eyes widen.
“You read my mind,” he says before bringing his hands forward from his back and holding an envelope out to you, “I was planning on giving this to you today. It basically says the same thing you just said plus a little more.” He rubs his neck sheepishly and you look down at the envelope in your hands decorated with a spider man sticker and the words “Don’t leave me hanging,” written on it.
“You just had to add that reference didn’t you–” Mingi begins since he literally spawned right next to you.
Yunho grabs at Mingi, but he was too fast as he raced back into the apartment, “Mingi! Get—”
“Sorry,” Yunho says while internally trying to lower his blood pressure, “Are you free next friday?”
#yunho ateez#yunho x reader#yunho fanfic#yunho imagine#yunho imagines#yunho scenarios#yunho fluff#yunho x you#yunho x y/n#ateez#ateez scenarios#ateez fluff#jeon yunho#yunho
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Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky: Thoughts
"Why do you demand me a heroism that perhaps you have not either? It is despotism, it is tyranny. If I ruin anyone, it is only myself"
Overall Rating: 8.5/10
* Spoiler Warning: Did try to keep it as spoiler free as possible *
This will go down as one of the most memorable novels I've ever read. The world of Dostoyevsky was just something I didn't know I wanted so much. It's cruel, unfair, filled with despair while also being full of sympathy, hope and redemption. I absolutely wanna read more books written by Dostoyevsky and will go on a spree to collect his books soon. It felt almost, if not, better than how I first felt when I read a George Orwell novel and I'm all for it.
The protagonist: Rodion Romanovitch Raskolnikov- will go down as one of the most memorable protagonists for me. It's rarely that I finish a book or keep off a book for so long, yet remember the protagonist. That's the kind of protagonist Raskolnikov is. Also, it was funny how the protagonist of this book was a sick man. Not like metaphorically sick or anything, just literally sick all the time- suffering in his small box of a room at the top of an apartment. Raskolnikov is an intelligent man of contrarian desires, who tries to fulfil his desires by murdering an elderly woman ( not a spoiler, just something you know when you get into the book ).
Psychological aspect: His psychological state, the way he rationalised his murder and even managed to carry it on without foreseeing the moral and emotional torments he will have to suffer - was absolutely a delight to read. He says and acts to be someone cruel, rational, someone who you could fit the role of a 'nihilist', yet he is so full of life, filled with the desire for love and helping others. It feels like he feels alive when he is helping people- despite being a cold blooded murderer. He torments himself over and over for not living up to his convictions, torturing himself for not being the Napoleon he thought himself to be- yet succumbs and melts when he is shown the tiniest bit of love. He'd go as far as to torment and cut off the ones he loves to prove his conviction to himself, isolating himself and tormenting himself over and over- yet again showing it was all for nothing and he is only but a man. Of course, I'm not properly in touch with the flow of the book as I read books in the course of months and this wasn't much different, but damn I loved this guy.
Russian Literature: I also loved the journey of St. Petersburg, Russia. Russian literature isn't something I thought I would enjoy, yet it was pleasant experience. The overall cast was splendid too, each portraying their beliefs and stands on society. As a result, the tone of the story is balanced out from cold, harsh and depressing you initially thought it might be. The positive heart and will of Razumihin, the beauty of Sonia's pure heart, motherly love for Raskolnikov, the treachery of Luzhin, Porfiry's ability to keep you at your feet while reading conversations- this all added to the amazing read. All the subplots might've made the book a little too long, but it was worth it in the end.
Surprisingly, funny at times and memorable: Will remember Crime and Punishment. For a book with sucha serious name, Dostoyevsky was able to keep it humorous too. A dry and practical form of humour, you see it in your imagination and you can't help but laugh. The whole concept of Russians calling each other out translated into English is just humorous to me. I loved this book. Memorable books are what fill with me with hope to read more books, and this definitely did that job perfectly. It's an 8.5/10, keeping the 1.5 for a hopeful future of books haha.
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How The OP Boys Say “I Love You” To Their S/O
How You Know He Loves You- idk man
A/N : enjoy.
includes » Ace, Sabo, Luffy, law, Sanji, Zoro, Marco, Rosinante, Kid, Shanks, Mihawk, Katakuri, Izo, Koby, Cavendish,
Summary : the boys’ own way of saying “I love you”, with their own words and ways. Or, how you know he loves you.
? Wait did I do this before? I don’t even know. also these aren’t GREAT, but they aren’t HORRIBLE. Yk? Honestly tho, some of these seem like they’re all over the place, which yes, they might be. UGH IT WAS SO HARD THO.
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Monkey D. Luffy
Luffy loves you like an adventure. Everything is new and always fun to try with him, and no matter what happens, you don’t ever regret it, because you’re doing it with him.
He’s persistent in staying with you everywhere, he wants to do everything with you. He tends to invite you ( by pulling your hand ) to do crazy things with him and away from the others so you’re alone.
He’s always showing off his skills and stupidity in order to make you laugh, because your smile is the best thing he’s ever seen and giggles are the beautiful sound he treasures.
His actions are genuine when he holds your hand and pulls you to his side all the time, with the warmest, loving grin.
Luffy always makes sure to remind you to never give up hope.
“Let’s go on an adventure together, [Name].”
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Roronoa Zoro
Zoro loves you like you’re his one and only. No one has priority over you, ( except maybe Luffy ), and you will always be his, if you’ll let him.
Zoro is not a man of many words when it comes to his own emotions and feelings, so he shows it through his actions.
He always has an eye on you, so wherever you are is where he ‘sleeps’ so he can keep you close, his swords at his side to protect you from danger, ( but he knows you can handle yourself. )
Zoro is the perfect person to lend a comforting shoulder and ear. He will listen to every single one of your problems intently and if he can, will offer the best advice you’ll hear, even if it’s a bit harshly. However, whatever got you so down, Zoro will bring you back up.
Zoro is always reminding you that you are strong, no matter how tough things get.
“Oi, come take a nap with me. I could use a body pillow.”
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Portgas D. Ace
Ace loves you like a gentleman, respecting boundaries, bowing to the elderly you pass by together and always ready to pick you up for your date at seven, bouquet of flowers in hand.
If Ace is good at anything, it’s knowing how to distract you with a good time. He knows the best way to bring a beautiful smile to your lips and can easily make sure to avoid the thoughts that brought you down in the first place.
He’ll share stories that will make you die of laughter or feel so wholesome that you literally melt at how sweet it is.
The few times he expresses and shares his insecurities to you, something he hides within him because he trusts you enough to do so. He loves your understanding and comfort for him.
Ace always reminds you that you’ll be okay, even at the worst times.
“You are the light of my life.”
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Chief of Staff Sabo
Sabo loves you like a prince. He holds the door for you, takes your hand so you don’t fall, has the most charismatic smile on his face and is just so charming.
Sabo will remember the littlest things, the smallest details that you yourself don’t even know until he reminds you, and because of this, you are often gifted the most memorable and cherishing gifts, like the scarf you two bought for your perfect snowman, to the necklace you were staring a little too longingly at on display.
He’s always busy, but he doesn’t hesitate to drop whatever he has just for you. He will run through fire if it means you’ll stop crying or if you’ll be happy to see him. You are his lifeline, his soul, his love.
He may not know how to properly cheer you up like his brothers can, but he knows that he wants the best for you. If you need space, you got it. You need some tender loving cuddles and buckets of ice cream while watching Disney movies? Vanilla or chocolate ice cream?
Sabo reminds you that you deserve happiness and peace.
“Whenever you need me, I’ll be there.”
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Trafalgar D. Water Law
Law loves you like you’re his savior, someone who’s always there during his time of need and insecurities, by his side when he needs you most.
He’s a little blunt and straightforward occasionally, but he’s honest somewhat. He won’t ever tell you his feelings until he deems it the right time, but you can tell he has feelings by the change in treatment.
He’ll keep you closer to him, making excuses by saying that he needs you to help him with the supply run, or that he needs your assistance with a particular menial task.
He’s awkward and shy about it at first but he cares and that’s all you need to know. Especially once you catch him during one of his weaker times, the anniversary of a particular someone rolling around, where he’s locked in his room. He needs you beside him, so please don’t leave him when he needs you.
Law reminds you that you are human, that it’s okay to be vulnerable.
“Just stay here with me.”
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Vinsmoke Sanji
Sanji loves you like a god/goddess. He will treat you with the utmost respect and care and offers you everything you could possibly want or need, just say the word.
His genuine, endless daily compliments are given to you with pure love and passion, his daily refreshments and snacks to keep you energized and hydrated keeps an eye out for your health.
He makes sure you know the true meaning of flattery, chivalry and love, because that is all he can show you.
However, under that chivalrous exterior, is his calmer, understanding loving self, where he shows his true self and when he finally shares this side with you, where he holds his insecurities, it’s the true honor and love you can receive. And it’s even better, when you become the one who loves for him in return during this time.
Sanji reminds you that you deserve to be and are loved.
“You are my world, my everything.”
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Marco The Phoenix
Marco loves you like a married couple who grew old together, still playing jokes and having fun to life’s fullest, no matter your age.
He’s constantly lecturing you for the smallest things repeatedly, since you always seem to forget. His lectures lack any annoyance or malice though, he’s just kind of done with you sometimes.
Nonetheless, he’s taking care of you more than you think, always the first one there whenever you need help. He’s always prepared for whatever you need so you don’t have to look for it and get worried.
He’s stern at times but he loves you more than you could ever know, often questioning himself whenever he’s beside you. He half-lidded eyes watching you with warmth and admiration because you always look so determined.
Marco always reminds you that you are free. To live life to its fullest and however you wish.
“Let me fly you to the moon.”
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Donquixote Rosinante
Rosinante loves you like a husband, he treats you like his wife, either you or him welcoming each other home after being gone for so long and greeting each other with a loving kiss each time.
He knows just how tough things can be and as much as he tries to make things right, he knows how bad situations really are and no matter how much he wants to cry or get angry, he always holds a smile, in front of you. To assure you that things will be okay.
He gives the warmest hugs, and knows that, so whenever you’re angry or sad, or just randomly at times, Rosi envelops you into a large hug, waddling you back and forth a few times, you feel instant relief and content, which makes him smile.
His priority will always be you, even if he’s hundreds of thousands miles away, he will find his way back home to you. He surprises you with the littlest gifts; being flowers, jewelry, candles, or more.
Rosi will always remind you to smile, even during the hardest times.
“I will protect you.”
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Eustass Kid
Kid loves you like a game, it’s unexpected, unpredictable of what will happen and it’s exciting and thrilling. For you both, one wrong move, and the other is gone for good, but perhaps, second chances/rematches are available.
He can be brash and a bit much, but Kid has high respect for anyone who actually makes it onto his crew and can actually tolerate him, you included.
He’s loud and wild but that only makes it part of the fun. With such a short fuse, as long as you play your cards right and pick your moments to bite back, it’s kind of fun knowing how dangerous it can be with a guy like Kid, and he also loves it equally, because your feistiness is attractive.
Being a bad bitch that doesn’t play by the rules is so incredibly attractive and Kid knows how to reward and punish so tread carefully. ;) however, he has his down moments and as annoying he can be, he does appreciate the effort you give if you try to comfort him. He’ll be harsh about it but eventually, he just wants you to be with him in the end.
Kid reminds you to rebel, take risks and enjoy the thrill of getting in dangerous situation every once in a while, breaking a few rules doesn’t hurt anybody. Most of the time.
“Don’t fucking ever leave me.. okay?”
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Dracule Mihawk
Mihawk loves you like you’re an empress, only the finest and highest quality for you, nothing else can compare.
Mihawk will buy you the most expensive dress that suits you, with an equally expensive matching jewelry to go with. Not to mention the heels, and, tch, how could he forget the roses you require? Despicable.
As much as he loves to show you off, he despises the stares of awe and admiration you receive whenever you go out, so his possessiveness takes over and he has an arm around your waist at all times, successfully showing you’re taken and to back off if they don’t wish to be cut into oblivion.
He trains you to handle yourself, obviously, you should know at least some basic skills. He’s not too hard on you but does push you to keep going until you truly wish to stop. It’s only because he’s worried that one day, he won’t be there and won’t be able to protect you.
Mihawk reminds you that you are a queen/king, a strong person who shall hold your ground and never back down from fear and show your bravery.
“Come here, mi amor.”
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Red Haired Shanks
Shanks loves you like you’re his future. It’s an unknown journey, but he’s there for the ride and whatever may happen, he’s there staying and won’t be going anywhere, unless it’s with you.
The red head is a goofball, he drinks, parties and messes around but he is an incredible captain and genuine to a fault. So when he expresses kindness, it is purely from his heart and not out of manners.
He is extremely playful and yet when down to business, he is calm, collected, and cool. He knows just what to say in tough situations and great comforting advice, so he’s the one to go to when you’re feeling down. And as laid back as he is, disrespect to those he loves is the one shit he won’t take.
He’ll hold you close and with his signature grin, compliment you and tell you how much he appreciates you and as soon as someone lays a finger on you, his hand is on the hilt of the sword and he waits three seconds for an explanation before he cuts them down. No one messes with his beloved.
Shanks reminds you of loyalty. To always protect and care for those close to you, and keep that built up trust and bond you created with them.
“Trust me. I won’t let go of you.”
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Charlotte Katakuri
Katakuri loves you like you’re glass, he’s careful, protective, cautious and treats you like you’re fragile, because he’s afraid of hurting you.
He’s larger than most, he’s aware of that, so he always takes the precautions to be aware of his surroundings, especially when you are around. He wants you safe and he will be devastated if he is the cause of your pain.
His large stature is a blessing to you though, because cuddling is so comfortable and comforting, it’s amazing. You can curl up and relax and just be at ease with him, because he’s so protective of you, even from his family members. He often keeps you away from Cracker and Perospero, in the slightest chance that they try to take you away from him.
He’ll be extremely heartbroken if Big Mom doesn’t approve of you, but his love for you is stronger, so he’ll keep it a secret if he has to but eventually, he’ll pray and wish for her blessing, asking the help of his siblings to convince her.
Katakuri reminds you of family, that even friends or crewmates are family and love you all the same.
“I will be here for you.”
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Captain Koby
Koby loves you like a typical high school crush. He’s all shy and blushy, and evidently embarrassed when the pretty one at school is talking to him, ( that’s you. ).
He’s like the wallflower type, who tries to blend in but somehow, he sticks out in a way that lures you to him, like he’s hit the jackpot.
He is incredibly sweet, and his shyness is so adorable. You can’t help but coo whenever you see his red cheeks and soft smile of care he offers.
Always helps you with everything, will take the blame whenever you get in trouble, takes the suffering and pain when guys try to mess with you, and no matter how tough things get, he’s holding a brave face for you.
Koby reminds you of kindness, treat everyone with care and kindness, and it goes a long way.
“If you fall, I’ll be there to catch you.”
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16th Division Commander Izo
Izo loves you like you’re a painting, he thinks you are true beauty, inside and out, you are a work of art, a true Mother Nature masterpiece born. One to be admired.
The type to be there. He’ll hold your hair while you vomit, rubbing soothing circles on your back while you cry, painting your nails while you complain about Ace, assure your perfection when you’re feeling insecure.
Best advice giver, holds no judgements at all. He’ll help with anything, because you need him. Romantic advice, friendship, sexual advice ;), he will help you any way he can.
He truly admires you, not because of your beauty, but your strength to be able to cry. Crying doesn’t mean weakness but rather, strength to be able to move forward even in the worst of times.
Izo reminds you that you are beautiful, no matter what anyone thinks or says.
“You are true beauty, my love.”
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Cavendish Of The White Horse
Cavendish loves you like you’re a princess, and he is your handsome Prince Charming.
Every thing he does it like from a fairytale, if it involved a rather.. bit of a narcissistic Prince Charming. But he means well, because he still treats you like a real princess.
He gives you daily horseback rides, teaching you with his strong arms wrapped around yours and his black fancy hat on top of your head, as you two ride around and share laughs and memories.
And even through his big ego, he still makes sure to compliment you, tell you how proud he is of you and how much he truly admires you for your strong will and determination, because he really does love you. More than you know.
Cavendish reminds you that dreams can come true, sometimes it just takes a leap of faith and effort.
“I will treat you like the princess you are and deserve to be.”
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A/N : 15 fucking people and having to think of different things while I’m distracted is so HARD. 😭 please tell me you enjoyed though ;-;
but did I do this already? God I can’t remember a thing, especially since I still haven’t updated my masterlists- and I’m terribly sorry if this really is all over the place ;-; also apologies if this is repetitive for some of them! It really is difficult yk ;-;
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Taking Care of Their Drunk S/O After a Girls’ Night Out
with Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou
genre : [ ☀︎ ] fluff!! & a tiny bitta steam~
hc prompt : how would he take care of you if you come home wasted after a girls’ night out?
author’s note : this is my first time writing headcanons!! idk if this is good hc material but lemme know what you think! :) **gif not mine!!
bakugou:
first of all, blasty is annoyed that you’re going out and ditching his elderly ass at home. it’s a wednesday night so who in their right mind would be going to the club?? sure it’s your close friend’s birthday but they couldn’t just push the celebration to the weekend like a normal person?
sure you have work tomorrow but you’re young enough and it’s your friend’s birthday, they just went through a breakup so you just wanna be there for them, physically and emotionally. and bakugou gets that, but he’s still gonna be crabby about it cuz he usually drags you into bed at like ten pm.
more importantly, he likes to have you tucked up in his arms, nose in your hair and tbh your ass on his crotch. it’s just so much easier to fall asleep knowing you’re safe and there with him, and even though he complains about it, the sound of your gentle snores really lull him into slumber.
therefore he has a hard time falling asleep just because you’re not with him, but then the fact that he’s in his large bed and you’re out and about, looking killer in that sexy clubbing number... he’s gnashing his teeth and twisting in the sheets no doubt. knowing you’re most likely very far from sober doesn't really help either. and just thinking of all the creeps that’re probably eyeing up every inch of skin, every curve hugged perfectly by that black sleek dress he usually loves but really despises right now… ugh, he just can’t sleep with his blood boiling like this.
so of course he’s still awake, very agitated may i add, when scratching noises at the door start at two thirty in the morning.
you’re pathetically attempting to open the front door, but the key to the apartment is almost identical to the lobby key and then… the elevator key is there too and oh my goshhh the mailbox key is so small it’s hilarious!! like it’s a baby or something and idk you’re just vibing, laughing at the mini object drunk off your ass.
and a disgruntled katsuki swings the door wide open while you’re giggling at your fucking keychain like an idiot.
caught like a deer in headlights, your expression actually makes his frown melt into an amused smirk, the corner of his lip twitching upwards. “hey dopey, what’s so funny?”
shaking off the embarrassment, you throw your arms into the air and close your eyes, a great big grin on your lips as you loudly cheer his name.
katsuki has a huge weak spot for you and you just look so genuinely happy to see him that he doesn’t bother to make fun of you further, he just slips an arm around your waist and gathers you inside.
he asks how your night was while he bends down to take off your shoes, instructing you to lean on the door for support because you’re all wobbly and clearly not capable of standing upright on your own. god, how did you even make it back by yourself in one piece?
once the shoes are off, he scoops you up like you weigh nothing. years of training have paid off, i mean, his biceps are probably the same circumference as your skull so… it makes sense that he’s able to carry you so easily but it still blows your mind every time he does it.
sets you on the edge of the bed, kissing your forehead when you ask if he’s always had such sparkly eyes. oh, how they shine in the moonlight. lmao you’re a cheesy drunk. he shakes it off with the classic bakugou tch but you know deep down he loves it.
he takes off your constrictive clothing so all you’re left in is your underwear, and yeah his eyes linger because you’re literally perfect to him. but it’s like three am now and he just wants to get you ready for bed, so he puts one of his ground zero shirts on you because he doesn’t trust himself to not escalate the situation with you sitting naked in front of him like that.
has you sit on the sink counter in the bathroom while he hands you your toothbrush, toothpaste already squeezed out and bristles wettened. as you very sloppily brush your teeth, complaining about how the mint flavor is “too spicy”, he’s busy getting out the makeup remover and wipes.
he watches you do your little routine every night so he’s well versed in what to do. he ties your hair back and you’re surprised, like, how does he know how to tie a girl’s hair?? you figure it’s from past experience so you let him know your thoughts.
he’s red from ear to ear with blush, and he adamantly explains that “it’s not that hard to do, smartass, i didn’t learn from that.”
is all pouty and grumbly as he swipes the cotton pad across your face but his touch is sweet and so careful, loving. you lean into him like a cat, and he gets even redder because fuck you’re really cute.
after you’re done brushing your teeth, katsuki hands you a glass of water and tells you to drink it, or else you’re not getting any cuddles tonight.
“slow down dopey— i didn’t mean all in one go!”
he puts on your skincare stuff too, and he even rubs it into your skin in the right direction and pressure.
you just kinda sit there and then suddenly you’re tearing up because your man is so considerate ?? and gentle?? and he’s just, ugh, perfect and all yours and you’re just really in your feelings all the sudden.
katsuki is shook when he stops focusing on rubbing the moisturizer into your neck to see tears gathering along your lower lashes.
“hey, what’s wrong, princess? did something happen? do you feel alright?”
you just pull him close and hold him tight. and katsuki is the smartest guy you know, he picks up all your social cues. so he softly wraps his strong arms around you, calloused fingers rubbing into your scalp.
“i just really love you,” you whimper, muffled his now damp shirt. “i’m sorry for keeping you up, i meant to just sneak in and slide into bed. you don’t have to do all this.”
he’s quiet for a moment before he squeezes you carefully, letting out a low sigh. “you worry too much, baby. you know i’d do anything for you...” he leans back and his thumb rolls over your wet cheek, eyes half lidded and a small, sincere smile on his lips, “and, i really love you too.”
kirishima:
kiri isn’t really the type to get super overprotective, and he does his fair share of partying so he is more than understanding when you tell him you’re going to the club with the girls.
he does pout a little when you tell him he can’t come, but he quickly accepts the fact because he understands it’s “girls’ night” and he probably wouldn’t want to be there for that anyway. although he does quip out a small comment about how sexy you look in your clubbing outfit, and how much sexier it’s gonna look on your bedroom floor later on.
safe to say you leave the house with a blush on your cheeks and a little heat between your legs.
you’re out with the 1A girls tonight— you’d all stayed pretty close after graduation and somehow you’d finally managed to get a night that all of you could attend. you can’t remember how many rounds of shots go by, and by the time the club is closing, your friends are all in various stages of drunkenness.
tsuyu and ochaco are playing some children’s hand game and singing along to it while they clap their hands together incessantly, jirou and hagakure are stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk as some kind of competition and yelling in indignation, and mina and momo have their arms around your shoulders as they debate what would be tastier right now: takoyaki or taiyaki.
honestly you keep tripping up on the words because they sound so similar, so the conversation just keeps going in circles until one of you finally decides to call a cab.
it’s about one in the morning— the group had left the club to get a snack before the easy mart across the street closed and you’d each gotten probably too many foods, your eyes bigger than your stomach.
kirishima laughs when you walk into the apartment, wobbling a bit with the (surprisingly full) plastic “thank you!” bag swinging around in the air.
“hey babe, whatcha got there? woah now—“
he reaches out and catches you before you tumble over, a red brow raised teasingly at your questionable balance.
“you alright baby?”
his voice is always deep, but it sounds even more intoxicatingly velvety in your drunken stupor, and all you do is give him the eyes with your tongue poking out between your lips.
he laughs at you again, nodding and whispering a “later, eager girl” in your ear as he sits you down on the couch, large hands fiddling with the straps on your ankles.
kiri frowns as the heel comes off, angry red marks marring the top of your foot, the back of your ankle faring even worse with a blister rubbed raw laying there.
you hiss when he touches it experimentally, a look of surprise on your face and frustration on his.
“y’know you’re really deadly in those heels babe, but if i’d known they’d hurt ‘ya i wouldn’t have let ‘ya wear ‘em out for so long…”
he disappears into the bathroom for a moment only to come back with the first aid kit. he gingerly holds your foot with one hand, the other dabbing some antibacterial cream onto the wound. he rips the wrapper with his pointy teeth, and you stifle a laugh at his red hero logo littered across the bandage.
he chuckles at your laughter, pressing a gentle kiss to your knee as he repeats the action on the other foot.
once he’s done and you’re all bandaged up, he sits next to you on the sofa, pulling your legs up across his lap.
he is not afraid to stay up late with you— actually, he prefers it because he just loves talking with you, especially when you’re all giggly and blushy because of the alcohol. plus he doesn’t want you to go to sleep still drunk (which he can tell you clearly still are), cuz he thinks you’ll have more of a hangover and it’s not that he doesn’t wanna take care of you tomorrow, it’s that he doesn’t want you to be in any pain if you can avoid it. he is a gentleman after all.
kiri inquires how your night out was, and you inform him of all the fun you’d had with the girls. he nods as he listens, big hands coming to rub your feet with the tiniest bit of strength— just enough to soothe your aching feet.
he tends to your every need;
fetching you an icy water bottle and encouraging you to drink from it frequently— “take another sip for me baby, I’ll add another minute to your massage if ‘ya do— haha that’s it, good girl!”
turning on the fan when you say you’re a little warm— “you’re hot? yeah i know. kidding. lemme get the fan for ‘ya.”
flicking on the TV and putting on your choice of entertainment. he doesn’t mind that it’s that show you love, even if it’s his third time watching this particular episode— “great choice babe, this one’s funny… hey, what’s that look for? of course it’s alright, i love this show!”
it’s more of a background noise anyway as he talks with you, genuinely enjoying your company and just being there with you. he just wants to chat with you; share your smiles and hear your thoughts from the night, make silly jokes about the show and hear your laugh, lay his cheesy pickup lines on you even though you’ve been his for quite some time now.
and it’s so cute to him how you stumble on your words and amuse yourself when you’re drunk like this, and then when you remember you had bought snacks he swears his heart skips a beat at your squeal of excitement.
“this one’s for you!” you chime happily, hand outstretched and offering the box of pocky to him. his heart melts a little (okay maybe a lot) at your gift— he’d said he was craving chocolate last night and you had remembered, even in your intoxicated state.
gosh, he really loves you.
he’s about to voice the emotion when his thumb brushes over the perfect spot on the arch of your foot particularly hard, and a loud moan erupts from your lips, your brow furrowing and your lip pinching between your teeth.
you share a heated look before he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“thanks babe, but the pocky’ll have to wait,” he murmurs as he tosses the box aside, pushing the bag of snacks onto the floor. crawling over your legs with a sharp-toothed smirk on his lips, he growls lowly, a glint in his crimson eyes. “there’s something else i needa taste of now…”
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daisuke kambe hcs
- what is it like to be dating daisuke kambe/domestic life with daisuke kambe
i hope you don't mind but i slapped two requests together because they were nearly similar. since i am making one post with two requests, i'll try to make this longer. i hope you enjoy this
requested by anon (i just turned my anon ask and i'll just go ahead and presume you want to be anon hehe sorry about that) : Hi, I saw your post. 😳 I just wanna say goodluck to your writing! and I'll be looking forward to them in the future. ❤ (Your anon asks aren't on btw. 😔) And for the request, it can be a headcanon or a short fic/scenario, whichever you like. :3 But can I please get soft/domestic Daisuke to his s/o (which is the reader)? Like, they're taking care of each other stuff. ❤👁👄👁
uwu thank you so much and i look forward to writing more stories for you
requested by @holdmejk : what it’s like to date daisuke 🥺
i wonder too how it would be like to date this rich man so here ya go
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haru kato is the simple man, simple life
there is no way daisuke kambe can be considered the same. this is the very reason why haru hates the man with a burning passion
waking up with daisuke goes two ways - the normal soft wake up, or the after sex wake up
if you wake up normally, you will always find yourself on his chest, a hand over the small of your back and the other behind your head, pressing you close to him as if you were his leverage to the real world
you never get tired of seeing him peaceful and cute that you kiss him everywhere your lips can touch - his chest, his cheek, his nose, his forehead, but never his lips
daisuke loves waking up to your kisses but what really gets rid of his sleepiness is the annoyance he felt that you never kiss him on the lips
he will lift his head up from the pillow while holding your head and lean forward to capture your lips. no, he doesn't care about morning breath, he cares about your kisses
if you two had sex the night before, it's a different story because it's daisuke who always wakes up first this time around because you know, he tired the hell out of you
he runs his fingers through your matted tresses as the side of his head rested against his open palm, elbow proped up on his pillow
he loves how you look so happy and satisfied and peaceful. he admires your beauty silenty, a small smile on his lips
he'll try to go another round because he can't help himself when you look so enticing but you stop him because you were already so tired
you will drown in luxurious things. this daisuke kambe we are talking about. what did you expect?
you want it? you got it. you like it? you got it. you need it? you got it. your eyes looked at it a second too long? you got it
daisuke believes you deserve the best of the best so whatever you wanted, bam, something much better
flowers? you get a garden. chocolate? you get a factory. movies? you get a theater. cup noodles? you get a ramen shop or the actual cup noodles company. dress? you get your own clothing line that trumps over versace and gucci
oh you think you can stop daisuke from spoiling you just because you begged him and showed him your big doe eyes? he was tempted for sure but there is no way he'll be holding back, especially after seeing your big doe eyes (yup, that plan backfired)
one hard thing about dating a millionaire? you can't buy anything for him
you do not have the money to lavish him the same, and even if you did, it's stupid to assume daisuke can't afford the same things you plan on buying for him. maybe he'll buy something even better
so instead of spoiling him like he does to you, you buy him trinkets that remind you of him
daisuke has no clue as to why items could remind you of him but he still keeps everything you buy for him close to him like in his office so he can always see them
you bought daisuke a goofy looking bobble head and he put it on the dashboard of his super cool looking car and haru was like the hell is that
daisuke sped through the streets before haru could make a comment
daisuke trust you more than anyone. more than suzue, more than haru, more than himself, more than his credit card
that being said, you are the only one he allows to patch him up after a particularly rough day at work
he will literally drive all the way to your shared home while bleeding out, enter your shared room as more blood trailed his face and deadass say "Can you help me? My head is bleeding"
you scold him for being so reckless and for always giving you a heart attack whenever he comes home in that condition
he doesn't mind being lectured tho because he still gets to feel your soft touches and gets lots and lots of kisses from you
he doesn't get why you kiss his wounds after patching him up. like his wounds are dirty? it still hurts? what was the science behind it? he still won't get it even if you explain it to him but he'll take note for reference
when you get injured, you are obligated to tell daisuke that you are not severely hurt that he had to call the hospitals all around the world to come heal you
you had to snatch the phone from him at one point when he tried to contact professional surgeons from america after you scratched yourself from a bush
daisuke at least knows how to use the first aid kit and no matter how little your injury may be, he will always proceed with the basics because he's very worried about you (though his face doesn't show it), that your small wound would get infected, and then you'll be on your death bed saying your last words, and then he's kneeling on your grave -
you had no idea this is what goes on inside his head every time you get injured
he also kisses your wounds after patching them up. he still doesn't understand the reason as to why you and others do it, but he does it because you do it
daisuke doesn't allow you to move a muscle aftee he's done fixing your wounds. he acts as if you have a terminal disease and would check on you every five minutes when he's working at home and calls you every three minutes when doing police work (haru gets annoyed with that habit so you had a talk with him)
dates with daisuke is far from simple. you either go to the most expensive resorts or attractions in japan or you're going out of the country. yes, your dates are basically mini vacations
so that's the reason why whenever you two want to spend time together, you are in charge. you can't always go to malaysia and england every weekend. plausible when you're with daisuke but you're not having it
you try to make your dates as simple as it can be. like what regular couples would do like going to movies (he was irritated because he had to sit near other people because he only wants to be near you), hanging out in the mall ("No, Daisuke, don't you dare buy that Gucci bag for me, I just glanced at it - oh for fuck sake"), and eating food from stands (Daisuke was confused like where will you two sit so you can eat your food properly?)
you two went ice skating and you guided him as he wobbled on his skates. you never let go of him because the first time you let go of him so he can try to balance alone in the ice, he looked very worried and made grabby hands at you
he becomes better at skating after doing it so many times. you were a little jealous because he's better than you now
daisuke his whole life always had a professional chef make something for him and when he began dating you, he also began inviting other professional chefs to make something for you two
but as your relationship grew stronger, you began cooking for him and you made him feel so special and he couldn't react properly
sometimes he watches you cook and helps with the cutting (you stopped him when he cut himself), but most of the time he's at his office and you bring his food to him and he scolrs you because he wants to eat properly with you ay the dining table
bringing food to his office is a no no. eating together at the dining table and sharing stories together is a yes yes
you don't know if the food you make for him is good or bad to be honest because he always has a deadpan face and if it is bad he won't tell because he'll hurt your precious little feelings but he'll be blunt as hell if it was another person
don't even wish that daisuke will cook for you. don't get him wrong tho, he really wants to but he's been pampered a little too much that he can't distinguish onion from garlic. he just thinks garlic is an elderly onion lmao
so yeah, daisuke cannot cook
but he likes cleaning the dishes with you because he can spray you with water and he'll hear your giggles. you always break many plates when you clean dishes and always drenched in water after your little fight
having the same authority with his AI. you rarely use the AI unless absolutely necessary and you can communicate with daisuke through it. you always mess with daisuke and you'll say something to the AI like "dial haru" and AI will go like "contacting haru kato" daisuke will go "cancel dial" and then AI says "cancelling contact" and you'll say "dial haru again" and the cycle goes on
late night walks are common for you two. when he comes home earlier than he originally does, he will insist you to take a walk on his private property and if he's feeling extra generous, he'll let you take him outside and to the park or something
you can take him to the convenience, the gas station, the prison - as long as he's with you, he's fine
stargazing is part of the late night walks. he'll point at a star and you'll say what constallesation that star was part of
"do you want that star"
"no daisuke"
"i can buy it"
"you are not buying a star"
daisuke : (꒪-꒪) ⇨(¬､¬)
he loves kissing you on the lips. your lips and kisses were just so addicting and sweet that he can't find another better place to kiss you
plus your blush is too adorable. he smirks whenever you get flustered. add a soft embrace to the mix, and his heart melts
daisuke will always open the door for you. in cars, in restaurants (he'll pull your chair for you too), in anywhere
he won't let you open a door as long he's there with you cause he's a simp for you
he won't care about any other person trying to enter an establishment after you enter. he'll let go of the door handle and won't even turn if he hears a loud thump behind him
you know what else he loves? hand holding. daisuke always holds your hand whenever you're outside and will only let go if absolutely necessary like going to the comfort room
he likes playing with your fingers while you love tracing the lines on his palm. you'll probably make a cheesy joke that you can see him marrying you in his future and he goes ( ºΔº )
"how do you know i was planning to marry you?" ( ºΔº ) "can you really read palms?"
you always massage each other because stress. when you massage him, he'll let out small mewls that just makes you go omg so cute but when he massages you - he will whip out the best of best stuff for massage
he will play relaxing music for you. you fall asleep whenever daisuke massages you because he's just so good with his hands
you know what else those hands are good for? touching your body in places that'll make you blush but he mostly especially likes cupping your butt because he thinks its so cute
you don't try to do the same because last time you did, you couldn't walk the day after. don't seduce daisuke if you're not prepared for a pounding
you like grocery shopping with daisuke. sure you can always order someone else to do it or you can make use of shopping as a time to bond with each other
you two work out together. daisuke is a boxer and learning that, you begged him to teach you to box but he didn't because what if he hurts you and instead, taught you how to workout and how to defend yourself
he wanted to test out if his self defense lessons were truly learned so he hired someone to pretend to steal something from you
he learned that his self defense lessons was fruitful because the man he hired came back with bruises and such
when daisuke admitted, he slept on the couch for an entire week
in your birthday, you woke up feeling nervous because it's your birthday - meaning daisuke must be up to some expensive shit
then you realized you're not in your bedroom. it was a completely different bedroom
you were scared honestly and you thought you were kidnapped until daisuke comes into your room wearing his beach wear and his shades while holding two coconuts with straws
"happy birthday. welcome to hawaii, my love"
HOW DID HE BRING YOU THERE WITHOUT WAKING YOU UP
you're just very tired the previous night after some fun activities with daisuke if you know what i mean wink wonk you wouldn't wake up no matter how many times you tried
suzue adores you because daisuke smiles more with you and you're best friends uwu so cuteeee
will always be your peace maker whenever you and daisuke fight. she ships you two. her ship cannot sink
suzue: "just hug it out now. hug it out - I SAID HUG DON'T MAKE OUT YOU TWO ARE GOING TOO FAST"
daisuke loves head pats. he wants them all the time. ruffle ruffle his hair. his eyes will close whenever you pat his head
he only wants you to pat his head. anybody else is a no no. maybe suzue but mostly just you
he lets you get all the groceries while he pushes the cart. he doesn't know the brands he sees on the shelves so he depends on you all the time
there's another reason he likes holding hands with you - he doesn't get lost. there was this time when he got lost because you let go of him and someone called you in the intercom and when you went there, you saw daisuke waiting for you with crossed arms and a balloon and its string around his wrist
the person at service said he was frowning the whole time you were gone and so they gave him a balloon but all he did was frown while playing with the balloon. he's mad because he got lost, you were gone, and you let go of his hand
you two are opposite of haru and his girlfriend in grocery shopping
you love it when his hair is down because he's so cute? can a man really be cute and hot at the same time?
the first you saw him with his hair down, you swooned and coddled him and since then, daisuke makes it his point to put his hair down more often now
taking baths together is just as great as massages. shower? you're not some commoner peasant. you use a very large bathtub
you relax with daisuke in the bathtub with bubbles and wine and sometimes he read you a poem from the poetry book he brings at times
you two always go to bathe together. but if you feel like you wanna bathe alone, daisuke will get all pouty aww and sulk aww
he will sit at the toilet seat and stare at you and when he does this, you can't hold yourself back anymore because he's too adorable and just let him join you with a sigh. he's with you in the bathtub in seconds
but if you don't, he'll leave the bathroom after a while and poke his head at the door, staring at you, as if saying this is your last chance and if you still don't allow him, there is a good chance you'll find him sulking on your bed while lying down, back facing you
just cuddle with him, he'll be fine
haru still doesn't believe daisuke got someone like you as his girlfriend because you're so kind and down to earth and you're dating this rich bastard like whaaaat
you try to make haru see the good qualities of daisuke and every single time you do, daisuke does something to piss him off
you made it your personal mission to experience the regular life of a human being without an unlimited balance
daisuke allows you to style his hair whenever you two sit on the couch. any hairstyles, any accessories, he's open so long your soft fingers are on his hair
you have always wanted a dog and begged daisuke for one but he did not relent, saying it was too much work and although it hurts to see you sad, he had to be strong
this is the only thing and time he said no to you and i'm pretty sure you heard haru scream in horror at the distance in disbelief
then one day you and him were walking down a street when a small puppy trotted up to you two wagging its tail and barking happily at you
you bent down and patted it, cooing and daisuke is wary of that small adorable pup. will it bite you? surely the pup has some common sense
you scooped the pup up and it licked your face and you were laughing and daisuke just has a sudden realization - who looked cuter? you or the puppy? or perhaps you made each other cuter?
daisuke rejected the puppy when you tried giving it to him but you forced it into his arms. daisuke and the pup kinda just stared at each other for a long time. you honestly thought you broke both of them until daisuke kissed the forehead of the puppy, hesitantly but softly
you were shooked (you swore you can hear haru screaming again)
daisuke couldn't help himself. something about the puppy just reminded him of you. it's those puppy eyes
"we need to find its owner, daisuke"
"no"
you told him he cannot buy the puppy because the owner must be worried sick
but it turned out it was a stray lil pup and you adopted her
now daisuke comes home to see you sleeping on the couch waiting for him with the pup in your arms. his heart melts every time
his small little family
for now
Daisuke Kambe let out an exhausted sigh as he parked his car in the garage. His hair was tousled, eyelids dropping, and jacket discarded on the passenger seat beside him. The case earlier has proven difficult than the previous ones he had taken. The criminal was harder to catch with his agility and athletic abilities, and was not easily persuaded when beckoned by cash. Not to mention his partner has been rebuking him the whole time, ranting about how justice workes and how money does not solve everything - basically, the usual. He was extremely fatigued, and all he wanted to do was wash up and go to bed with his beloved in his arms.
A tired smile broke his bland visage at the thought of you. The only reason he hasn't decided to spend the night at a hotel was because you weren't there. The faster he moves, the faster he can get to bed with you. Oh, he can't wait to see you and that little puppy of yours and his.
He exited the car, jacket draped over his shoulder. He sluggishly went to the front door and entered. As he delved further into his mansion, he was immediately greeted by a lovely sight. Your slumbering figure was laid out on the couch, the newly adopted puppy curling near your chest and resting with you. Warmth swaddled his heart and his eyes softened. All of a sudden, the exhaustion he felt has vanished, and all he could do was admire this masterpiece before him. You were waiting for him again.
As much as he wanted to see you like this longer, he couldn't let you sleep on the couch. There's a much more comfortable bed waiting for you upstairs. He approached you with quiet footsteps. The puppy perked up, her superb hearing picking up the sound of his advancement. Daisuke knelt down and stroked her head. "Good evening, Chico." Then he turned to you. You looked so peaceful - parted lips, even breathing. He leaned forward and pecked your cheek, smiling a small smile when you shifted. "Good evening, love."
You let out a yawn as you rubbed your eyes, body shuffling. "Daisuke?" You groaned out. "Is that you?"
Daisuke knew you couldn't see him but he nodded anyway. "You don't have to keep waiting for me like this, you know."
To his surprise, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled yourself closer to his body. "But I want to. And I missed you." You yawned through your statement as you nuzzled your head on his neck. "You still smell good after being outside the whole day. How unfair."
Daisuke let out a chuckle. "Come on. Let's get you to bed." He stood up easily even with your form carried in his arms. Chico jumped out of the couch at the same time and followed Daisuke as he carried you upstairs to your shared room, lying you down carefully on the bed. Daisuke made an attempt to withdraw from the withholding grapple of your arms around his neck but his endeavor was less then proliferant as you have established a stronger hold on him, unrelenting.
Daisuke let out a sigh as he tried to adjust from the uncomfortable stance he was positioned in. "I need to change first, Y/N." Badgered Daisuke, hands resting on your back.
Yet his words did no preclude you and you merely shook your head in response. "No," Your eyes shone with defiance, pout manifesting on your lips. "Stay."
"I'll come back in a few, love. I can't sleep in my work clothes." Insisted Daisuke, resolve crumbling the more he looked into your eyes.
"I don't care. Just stay." You grumbled.
Sometimes Daisuke sometimes wondered just how much power you had over him. He couldn't say no to you, apart for that one time when you asked if you two could get a puppy. Looking back at it, he felt guilty that he did not allow you two to have a dog earlier but if it wasn't for his stubborness, you wouldn't have come across Chico.
Speaking of the little puppy, it had successfully jumped on the bed and let out a merry howl. Distracted by the new development of the young dog, you were able to pull Daisuke down on the space beside you and did not think twice before snuggling to his side, arms embracing him tightly as you grinned happily, a happy giggle exiting your lips. You rubbed your head on his shoulders, sighing contentedly. "You're staying here with us."
Daisuke looked down at your beaming face and looked away, redness tinting his cheeks. "If it can't be helped." He stated, but he knew he made his choice the moment you had told him to stay.
Daisuke slowly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer, and you willingly accepted his affection. You were so warm, so loving. How did he ever find you?
And then came the cloud of exhaustion. His eyelids gradually drooped over his sockets, his strength withering every second that had gone by until the last thing he saw before sleep overcame him was you and a bounding Chico burying herself in between the two of you.
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ocean eyes – chris evans
concept: this is more a collection of happenings, the little moments with him, rather than a whole thought-out fic. the slowest of slow burns. there will be many more parts. this is the night you met.
pairing: chris evans x reader.
word count: 1,541
warnings: none, except a bit of profanity.
author’s note: hi, this is my first time writing on here. i hope you enjoy it, i’d love any and all feedback!
Running.
He was running away from a horde of screaming fans and paparazzi, trying to prevent himself from getting mauled after he was unceremoniously outed during an afternoon to himself. And it’s not that he doesn’t love his fans, it’s just… these ones are truly psycho fanatics; the kind that faint and scream and claw at their idol in an attempt to scrape off even the tiniest scrap of DNA to clone him with. And he had tried walking away, but they had followed, and then the paparazzi were there, all but giving him an epileptic episode with their flashing cameras, goading (or attempting to goad) him into a front page worthy melt down or explosive reaction. It was too much for him – it was just too much happening. So he ran.
Not very far away, you were waiting for your date. A stupid Tinder one that you somehow got persuaded into. But, just as luck would have it, homeboy was late, and your reservation was on the verge of being cancelled.
You had even dressed up for this: a short, pretty little slip dress, strappy heels, made an actual effort with makeup and hair and… Ugh. Fuck him. Honestly, you didn’t even know why the fuck you bothered. You checked your phone again, checking the time. For a moment you debated leaving Mr Tinder a scathing message, but you glimpsed an approaching taxi that happened to be mercifully vacant. You stepped off the curb, into the driver’s eyeline, waving him over. He pulled up to you and you opened the door, about to duck inside when you heard the sound of a thousand screams, and the jumbled taunts of paparazzi.
Briefly distracted, you didn’t even realise that you’d been shoved into the taxi by the object of their desire until the door was slammed shut behind you and the unwelcome cab thief.
You supposed you should’ve been fearful – you had heard terrifying things about kidnappers and sex traffickers and strange men who follow pretty women home – but you were more pissed the fuck off than anything.
“Can I help you?” You ground out from behind grit teeth. Tonight was meant to be a lovely evening of being wined and dined by an admittedly cute Tinder match. Not whatever this was, with… okay, you’d hand it to him, he was a looker. But still, this was your cab and you were filled with a vehement annoyance.
He ignored you; obviously. His focus was on the mob that were drawing closer with every passing second, and he needed to get away. Like, now.
“Where to?” The cabbie snapped, irritation laced in his words.
The stranger looked at you for guidance. You glared at him.
“Look, I’ll pay, I just need to get out of here. Go wherever you need to go, I don’t care, just as long as it’s away from here.”
You huffed, and murmured an address to the cabbie. It was the restaurant you had reservations at. And you didn’t care if you dined alone; you looked good and you were not going to wallow at home when you knew how good you looked. Apparently, so did he, judging by the feel of his heated gaze raking over your figure in a quiet and respectful appreciation.
When you looked at him, though, he was looking out the window. His breathing had slowed to a more peaceful pace, as opposed to the erratic pants of earlier exertions. Sweat lightly slicked his skin, highlighting a chiseled jawline and the defined angular slashes of his cheekbones in the passing flashes of streetlights.
He appeared pleasantly surprised to be pulling up outside a restaurant. It was a local Italian joint – one your friend introduced to you when you had moved to “her side of the world.” It was quaint, but charming. Candles flickered on every table, the tablecloths checked in red and white in the ultimate romantic cliché. You started getting out, and a twinge of something unidentifiable tugged in your stomach. Maybe you didn’t want to dine alone tonight…
You turned and ducked your head to peer into the cab to give him a quick, studied once over. Blond hair tousled from his escape, long lashes fanning out shadows over ocean blue eyes, hooded with exhaustion.
You decided then that he wasn’t a lowlife that was going to murder you and wear your skin. Not that you were a good judge of character in any way, shape, or form, but… He seemed so familiar, and you were feeling confident and he actually seemed nice (enough to pay the cab fare) and you decided to follow your gut just this once.
So you did something that surprised even yourself. “Well? Are you coming?” You asked.
He arched his brows, a mixture of amusement and surprise curving his lips in a small but dazzling smile. “On your date?”
You rolled your eyes. It was obvious you were meant to be on a date – you were overdressed for a dinner alone – but the reminder that you got stood up caused a brief twinge in the gut. “It’s not a date. You at least owe me an explanation for your hijacking of my vehicle. Come on,” you tipped your head in the direction of the restaurant.
He fumbled briefly with his jacket, before pulling out a billfold of cash. Peeling some stray dollars from the rest, he handed them to the cabbie before clambering out, his long limbs moving simultaneously gracefully and yet clumsily as he straightened from tripping a little on the door. The cabbie pulled away from the curb after the sound of the doors shutting permitted it.
“So, not a date, you said?” He was laughing at you, you could see it in his eyes: the jovial teasing. He took in the couples at the tables, all but feeding pizza to each other with their tongues, before smirking at you.
He looked so familiar, just then. Seeing him in the light – smirk gracing his lips – he looked so so familiar, and you had no clue where you may have encountered him before. You liked to pride yourself on being a very good names-and-faces person, so this? Infuriating as hell. “Have we… Sorry, have we met before? I know your face, but I just… don’t know where I know it… from?” You were faltering, realising how awkward you must’ve sounded. Fuck, you really hoped he wasn’t someone important or easily offended or…
For the second time that night, he looked pleasantly surprised. A shocked grin broke across his face. “You don’t know me?”
“Oh, God…” You pursed your lips and cringed inwardly. You prayed he wasn’t someone you should know. Like a Nobel Peace Prize winner, or something. That would be all kinds of embarrassing. “Should I?”
“Uh…” He briefly seemed at a loss for words, before his lopsided grin became much more genuine. “No, it’s fine. I just have, you know, one of those faces. I get mistaken for someone someone knows all the time. I’m Chris.” He held a hand out for you to shake. “And to put your mind at ease, we haven’t met. It’d be hard to forget such a pretty face.” He winked as you took his hand.
Relief flooded your body when he told you the last bit. The part about not meeting each other; the cheesy line that followed earned an eye roll at best. “{Your name}. Now, can we please go in, because I’m quite literally wearing nothing and it’s freezing and I’m starving and…”
He was already tugging you inside by the hand he still held from the handshake. The bell above the door chimed as you all but fell in. You missed the look he gave you though, as you went to get your table. The look that swept you in quiet admiration, the look that included the subtle swipe of his tongue across his lower lip.
You found a booth in the back (they had basically tossed your reservation aside given your tardiness) and you waved Chris over.
You told each other about yourselves that night. Random things, like your top favourite songs of all time, your favourite films, your favourite foods. You argued and debated flavour superiority in ice cream, and presented to each other ridiculous and impossible “would you rather” scenarios. You told him about the asshole whose seat in which he now sat, and together, you both composed a drunken – but no less scathing – message of admonishment to him. And somewhere after the second bottle of wine (Chris got the expensive kind, in consolation of a failed date and a hijacked cab), the conversation became less random, more serious. You didn’t even realise you were the only ones left in the restaurant until the owner, a pleasant and elderly man, began locking up.
Waiting outside, his jacket (amusingly oversized on you) draped over your shoulders, huddled close to Chris’ body and tucked under his arm for warmth, you realised two things: you hadn’t uncovered the reason behind why he had stolen your cab.
But the second thing was: you didn’t really care anymore – you were just glad he had.
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How bout a fluff headcannons sanemi, rengoku, genya, and an uzui with an s/o that's come home from a mission so tired that she doesn't want anything else but to lie down with them and sleep.
Uzui and more Genya all in one request?! Amazing! Thank you for your request, I hope you like it. Enjoy!~Amanda
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Sanemi:
Four long, strenuous days you were stuck in the Village in the Northeast. It was the usual situation: a demon was causing havoc for the people that lived in the village and, naturally, you were dispatched to go take care of the situation. However, this stupid demon had you running circles, playing some sick verison of hide-and-seek. You caught him of course, but not before he’d taken the life of at least ten helpless villagers.
As you returned home, your feet felt as heavy as your heart, mourning over the lives you didn't know but couldn't save. “I need a warm bath, a long nap, and lots of food” your wishful thoughts were the only thing keeping your dreary eyes open and sore feet moving.
You reached to open the door of your home, pausing to listen to the commotion that was coming from the other side. A smile came to your face, there was only one person who’d be getting into such trouble on the other side of the door, “and Nemi, I really need him to”.
“I’m back” you called, the loud clattering of pots and pans could be heard from the kitchen. You hurried over only to run straight into the barricade that was your boyfriend's exposed chest. “What’s going on?” you questioned as you tried to peer over his shoulder. “Nothing!” you yelped in surprise as Sanemi diverted your gaze into his neck in some sort of tight hug. You melted, forgetting your original goal immediately.
“Long mission?” Sanemi noticed your weary eyes and slouched posture, how you relied so heavily on his body to keep you standing upright. You could only hum in response, eyes already straining to stay open, maybe all you needed was Sanemi’s comforting warmth. He took that at his que to carry you to bed, you obviously needed the rest. He fondly watched as your body flopped onto the cool sheets, curling into a ball. He turned to leave before a small voice spoke
“If you don’t come cuddle me I’ll kick your ass”.
Sanemi’s smile grew “I’d like to see you try” he crawled under the sheets nevertheless, his arm involuntarily wrapped around your waist. Just as your eyes began to flutter shut, you remember something from earlier. “Nemi what were you doing in the kitchen?”
Pink dusted Sanemi’s cheeks as he looked away bashfully, “Definitely not trying to make dinner for your dumbass”.
Rengoku
It had only been 24 hours since you’d been dispatched to a rather large village just a few hours from the Demon Slayer headquarters, however you were utterly exhausted. For weeks, you’d been swamped with missions near and far with little time to rest in between, “Don’t these damn demons take a vacation? I sure need one”
Your sore limbs continue to run on autopilot as you are lost in your own little world; a world filled with warm sandy beaches or maybe a nice hot spring up in the mountains with an elderly woman (because they are the best) fixing delicious meals, your mouth waters at just the thought.
“Y/N!” a cheerful voice shouted, the sound resonating throughout the forest, bouncing off the trunks of the trees. There, standing in his full fluorescent haired glory, was your amazing boyfriend. You beamed, breaking out into a full sprint with a new found purpose: to be smothered by his two muscular arms. Your bodies clashed in a tight hug “Rengoku!” you cheered as he gracefully spun the two of you in a circle. You smiled gratefully into the crook of his neck as he gently set your feet on the ground.
You missed this, you missed him; the influx of demon activity had put a halt on the time you spent together. You both were barely home, sometimes going days without so much as a letter saying “hey, I’m alive”, which was incredibly nerve-wracking for the both of you in this line of work.
“What are you doing here?”
He smirked, his hands linking just below the small of your back “I was tired of waiting to see your beautiful face! Besides I have a surprise for us!” he looked as giddy as a child who’d just received candy. “What is it?” “I may have pulled a few strings and gotten the next two weeks off for the both of us” your eyes welled with tears, all your exhaustion and stress finally reaching the surface “What...how..?” you stuttered, unable to believe that finally you have time alone with the man you loved.
“The other Hashira may have helped a bit” his thick finger wiped away your joyous tears. He swept you off your feet, literally and figuratively, carrying you bridal style the rest of the way home. “I declare that our first order of business on vacation is sleeping for at least 15 hours, no less!. No training either!” you passed a teasing glace up at Rengoku, whose face slightly wavered.
“I’ll lay with you all you want my sweet, but how about a little training?” you couldn't help but chuckle, oh how you knew him so well.
Uzui
You were desperate to be home, back in the arms of your tall ass, but oh so lovable, boyfriend. To say that you missed Uzui was an understatement, you two hadn’t seen each other in almost three months. Your body itches to feel his long finger caress every inch of your skin as he so often would, admiring every blemish or scar that he finds. He made you feel so loved, so perfect.
“Not much longer till your home”
You groaned in annoyance, all you wanted was to go straight home but no, they demanded you give a full report of your mission the second you get back to HQ. You begrudgingly gave your report, your words left your lips only to be inked onto a scroll of parchment for later review. You grumpily turned to leave when a boisterous voice called in disbelief from across the yard, “Y/N?!”.
You met in a passionate embrace, Uzui effortlessly lifted your body off the ground for your legs to wrap around his waist. Before you could even utter a word, Uzui was already peppering your face with rushed kisses. “Uzui we’re in public” you warned, this only caused him to smile wider. He caught your chin between his smooth finger, eyes demanding you every ounce of attention, “I’m sorry but my gorgeous girlfriend just got back after years of our separation, excuse me for being a little handsy” you snickered at his exaggeration.
“I missed you, you know” his eyes grew softer as they gazed into yours, his pointer finger tracing your features. “You wouldn’t believe how much I wanted to see you and half the crap I had to deal with. Some of those demons were almost challenging” you complained with a pout. “Don’t look so sad my love! Tonight, you and I are going to have a magnificent feast, filled with all your favorites!” he briskly walked toward his Estate, your slumped body bouncing with every step looking like a child who missed their nap.
“You must tell me all the fabulous details from your flamboyant adventures!” his excitement was obvious to anyone, he was overjoyed to have you home and safe with him at long last. “First you and I are going to take a flamboyant nap!” your enthusiasm almost matched his, although it was almost impossible. He chuckled low and deep, the husky sound emitting from his throat quietly. He didn’t care if you wanted to spend the rest of the afternoon nestled in bed, so long as he was there with you everything was alright in his book. “Fine, first we nap, then you get full on delicious foods”
Genya
You searched everywhere for that half-shaved head, slight agitated that he was so difficult to find when you needed his presence the most. You were attempting to surprise him because you weren't supposed to be home for a few more nights, but you quickly and swiftly took care of those demons; you knew Genya became distressed when you went on an individual mission and usually made life hell for anyone he ran into because of it.
You round the corner at full speed, running straight into the hard wall that was someone's chest. “Watch where you’re going you ass...Y/n?” his tone shifted instantly after he realized it was you and not some other idiot. “Surprise?” you looked up into his disbelieving orbs as they stared into yours, unwilling to look away. “Come on aren’t you happy to see me? I was gone for soooo long” you exaggerated,
Almost as if his limbs were being held back by invisible wires, Genya stiffly placed his hand on your head in an attempt of a pat. He looked away, too embarrassed to see your reaction as warmth coated both your cheeks, “Nice job not fucking it up” he almost cringed at his own choice of words but you knew better, what he was really trying to say was “I’m glad you made it back safely”
Your grin reached from ear to ear, both your hands coming to cup his on your head “Aww you're such a softy Genya! I missed you too” you cooed causing his blush to increase by ten fold. “H-hey what the hell are you..” he froze as if the world itself had stopped. Ever so gently, you brought his hand down to your lips, placing a small kiss on his open palm, “I’m really glad all that fighting was worth it so I could come back to you” you muttered against the palm, your lips lightly brushing against his skin with each syllable you spoke.
“Come on” you tugged his unresponsive body behind yours, “Let's go cuddle in bed, my feet are sore and I really need some rest” you called. The poor boy gulped as registered what you’d said;, not only had you kissed and held his hand, but now you wanted to be in the same bed as Genya, he could only take so much in such a short time. You knew it didn’t really bother him though, he craved your affection just as much as you wanted his. Besides, Genya would do anything to make you happy and comfortable, especially after a mission, even if it meant cuddles.
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Twelve Days Of Christmas
Summary: Dean never realized that Y/N missed Christmas until he turned off an annoying Christmas song on the radio on the way home from a hunt, now he will make it his personal mission to give her the Christmas he misses so much, and if he plays his cards right, maybe he will give her what he has wanted to give her for so many years, himself.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Written For: @spnchristmasbingo
Square Field: Christmas Pajamas
Word Count: 1963
Warnings: Fluff, Dean on Ice Skates, lol. Fluff
A/N: This is to help me catch up on my SPN Christmas Bingo card lol Chapter 6 will post tomorrow! I knew chapter will post every day until Christmas! I know I’m insane lol. This is a real time fic collection and all mistakes will be my own! Please do not copy my work! Hope you all enjoy these!!
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Hibbing, Minnesota was a small town that had an almost rustic, old-time feel to it. The old stores that lined the streets downtown spared no expense in decking themselves out for the holiday season, and you could have sworn that you had taken a step back in time as soon as Dean turned Baby onto the main street in the town where most everything was located.
You could even see Dean out of the corner of your eye looking around excitedly as he drove down the street. Pedestrians were walking around with bags and in their warmest winter attire. You could hear the faint ding of the Salvation Army bells ringing from the corners. If you listened hard enough you could even hear the kids you just passed laughing as they launched snowballs at each other from around the old light post in the street.
Dean smiled to himself as he watched you take in the sights around you. The smile that graced your face makes his world seem all the more brighter. In the dark world that he had been thrust into at such a young age, when you found the slightest little bit of light you tend to cling to it. His hand twitched on the steering wheel, and for just a moment he almost took your hand in his before he caught himself. He didn’t want to move too fast.
You weren’t just some quick fuck to him, you weren’t just something to do. You had come to mean the world to Dean, and even though his feelings for you were a big driving force in all this he was doing for you, he wanted to make sure for the first time he did it the right way, and not in some rushed hurry in some truck stop bathroom or a motel quickie. He wanted you to fall for him the way he’d fallen for you if that was possible. Even if it was selfish to want you, he did, and there wasn’t any changing that. He was tired of trying to stay away from you.
Finally, Baby’s wheels came to a crunching stop in the middle of the street at a little shop, and before you could get out of the car Dean grabbed your shoulder, stopping you.
“Stay here Sweetheart,” he tells you before jetting out of the car before you had time to argue. You watch with intense curiosity through Baby’s frost kissed windows as Dean made his way to the counter to talk to the elderly gentleman that was working there.
The older man disappeared into a small room that you couldn’t see and returned with two boxes in his hands, passing them to Dean, as well as a bag, before Dean paid the man, and made his way back to Baby, throwing the bag in the back seat before passing your box to you, and shutting the car door against the bitter chill of the wind outside.
“Open it,” he said excitedly.
You would have normally given him hell about how Hallmark this was, but those bright green eyes left no room for kidding, so you gingerly pulled the lid off of the box on to your lap. Finding a brand new pair of Ice Skates will be in their protective paper wrapping.
You were smiling like an idiot, and you knew it, but the fact that he’d gone through his much planning and preparation made your heart feel like it was going to fly out of your chest and flutter around the room.
“Dean, are we going ice skating?” you asked excitedly as he put Baby in drive, and began to slowly pull away from the curb.
“Yep, I remember you saying you used to go with our dad when you were a little girl. Every year Donna said they open up an outdoor ice rink for everyone in town, and I just had to bring you.”
You could have cried on the spot, your eyes and heart were swimming with so many emotions as Dean smiled a little while he drove down the road towards your destination. You couldn’t believe he paid that much attention to you, much less remember everything you had told him about your life before hunting the way he was slowly revealing he did.
When the car parked out in the parking lot, you leaned over in a moment of bravery and placed a kiss to his stubbled covered cheek, and threw your arms around his neck the best you could in the car with a box of skates in your lap. He never hesitated or pushed you away, he just wrapped his arm around you, hugging you back like his life depended on it.
“Thank you for this Dean, it means the world to me,” you tell him, and you could have sworn he placed a kiss on the top of your hate covered head, but it was so fast that you couldn't be sure.
“Anything for you Y/N/N, you know that.”
It had been years since you had been on a pair of skates, and Dean said he’d only ever did it once or twice in his entire life, but you found your footing quickly. It really was almost like riding a bike. Dean was taking it a little slower, but cat-like reflexes he’d developed as a hunter had him moving pretty well after only falling on his butt three times.
Dean was surprisingly more graceful than people ever gave him credit for. Years of fighting had taught him how to move in a way that made him limber and almost fluid. You could see it in the way he moved now next to you as the pair of you glided alone in a circle with the rest of the moving crowd. You laughed harder than you had in years when Dean collided with the ice the first time, and the second, and this third, each time growling out an adorable “son of a bitch”, but he was determined, and now you would think he’d been doing this for years.
You were so distracting watching him move next to you that when a group of teenagers sped past you it knocked you off of your balance, but before you could actually collide with the ice Dean’s strong arms wrapped around you, leaning against the makeshift wall they had placed as a barricade around the ring to balance the pair of you. His breath fogging out in front of him and mingling with your own as you repositioned yourself.
His eyes scanned your face, as his gloved hand came up to brush the hair away from your face that had fallen when you lost your balance, his piercing green eyes boring into yours as your heart pounded away against your ribcage, which had nothing to do with the near-fall you almost took, and everything to do with the fact that this Adonis of a man still hand his arms securely around you even after you regained your footing.
“You okay,” he asked, his breath coming out of his parted pink lips in white puffs. He was so close to you smell the gum he’d been chewing. Your entire body tingled with excitement, for just a moment you thought he was going to kiss you, but just before he would have followed through he straightened and laced his fingers with you.
Blushing furiously you cleared your throat and smiled at him, nodding because there was no way in hell your throat was going to allow you to speak. It felt like it had literally caved in on itself the moment you realize just how close Dean was to you.
Dean’s eyes searched you over like a protective mother hen, still worried, always worried.
“Your cold Y/N/N, your shivering,” he stated, taking his top layer coat off of his body and draping it over your shoulders. “We’ve been out here for a few hours. What do you say we head back, take a hot shower, and make something hot and laced with alcohol.”
You blink a few times as the scent of his cologne laced in his jacket clouded your sense, and his hand rejoined your own.
“Yeah, that sounds great.”
Dean helped you from the ice and out of your skates before getting his own and placing them in the back seat, turning up Baby’s heater to warm you. The drive to the cabin back through town was peaceful. You hadn’t noticed that you had been out most of the day, but the sun sinking pink behind the clouds added an enchanted feel to the little town as you went. Day 9 had by far been the best yet, and if today was the last day you’d cherish this time with Dean forever.
Still, Dean wasn’t done, far from it.
Once you got back to the cabin, he grabbed your arm, stopping you from going to the shower with the bag you had all but forgotten from earlier in his hand, holding it out for you to take.
You took the bag suspiciously in hopes of getting that full-body laugh from him again that he did the other day, and it worked to your surprise.
“What’s the suspicious look for sweetheart, it’s not gonna bite! Open it! You’re gonna need it before you take a shower!”
You pulled the tissue paper from the top of the bag, and two pairs of Christmas pajamas, complete with socks, were waiting for you. One for you, and one for Dean.
“Oh my God! You’re actually gonna wear Christmas pajamas?” you asked him in disbelief, pulling out your Elf pajamas as well as Dean’s which proudly declared “Merry Christmas you filthy animal,” across the front.
“What can I say, they looked warm, and it’s a classic,” he said, taking his pair from you. “Now if any pictures of this rare occurrence surface once we’re back at the bunker just know I might have to kill you.”
You snort out a laugh, hugging him again, and enjoying the way he all but melted against you. His hand going to your hair to play with your hair as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“Now, you know I make not promise Winchester,” you tease him when you finally force yourself to let go of him.
His eyes narrow at you playfully.
“You better go take that shower Sweetheart, or else I’m gonna go first and use all the hot water,” he teases you, snatching up his pajamas and making his way into the kitchen to start on some hot chocolate for the two of you.
You grin your way towards the small bathroom, mind swearing with events from earlier today. You would have never guessed this side of Dean existed. You definitely weren’t going to be ready to get back to reality once Christmas was over. Even as you sat tucked safely into his side with his arm around you later that night, several cups of adult hot chocolate in, and about three episodes of Dr. Sexy M.D. deep you still couldn’t believe just how lucky you were that he would care enough to do this for you.
Dean, on the other hand, was just as surprised that you were willing to do this with him at all, and didn’t tell him to fuck off the moment he bought the present on night 12. He didn’t think it was even possible, but somehow, right here with you tucked safely against him for the first time he could see himself with a happy ending, and that was a gift enough for him this year.
He was sure you were all he’d ever need.
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Best. Christmas. Films. You. Shouldn't. Miss. 🎄🎥
Heads up! It's the most beautiful time of the year again! Do you have plans for Christmas already? Or nah, because the pandemic got in the way? Because of the 2020 curse, it just doesn't feel like the holidays right now, don't you think? But I assure you a good ol' holiday film will definitely put you in the Christmas spirit. Like literally a Christmas ✨miracle✨ that you've been looking for. So take note, here are some of the perfect films to stream and set you in the mood for the holiday. Sit back, grab your hot chocolate and relax.
Klaus (2019)
Let's start off with an animated film to bring out the kid in you! Klaus is a 2019 English-language Spanish 2D-animated Christmas comedy film. Jesper Johansson, the lazy, spoiled son of the Royal Postmaster General, has been trying to flunk out of the postman academy, but his father sends him to the distant town of Smeerensburg; if Jesper fails to post 6,000 letters within a year, he will be cut off from his family's fortune. Jesper, befriends toymaker Klaus, their gifts melt an age-old feud and deliver a sleigh full of holiday traditions. Art style? Perfect. 2D animation? Perfect. Story plot? Incredible. This movie? Perfect for everyone!
Home Alone (1990)
Oh yes, a classic. A bratty 8-year-old Kevin McCallister (Macaulay Culkin) acts out the night before a family trip to Paris, and his mother makes him sleep in the attic. After the McCallisters mistakenly leave for the airport without Kevin, he awakens to an empty house and assumes his wish to have no family has come true. But his excitement sours when he realizes that two con men (Joe Pesci and Daniel Stern) plan to rob the McCallister residence, and that he alone must protect the family home. What a witty kid, I could learn from his tricks.
Home Alone 2: Lost in New York (1992)
Kevin again and his mischievousness. Kevin loses track of his father at the airport, he mistakenly gets on a plane headed for New York City -- while the rest of his family fly to Florida. Now alone in the Big Apple, Kevin heads into a room at the Plaza Hotel and begins his usual antics. But when Kevin discovers that the Wet Bandits that intruded his house before are on the loose, he struggles to stop them from robbing an elderly man's toy store just before Christmas. Then again, Kevin outwits the bad guys for the second time.
The Princess Switch (2018)
In the Princess Switch, High School Musical alum Vanessa Hudgens takes the lead(s). One week before Christmas, the duchess of Montenaro, Margaret Delacourt bumps into her doppelgänger Stacey DeNovo, a baker from Chicago, and they decide to switch places so the royal can experience, a “normal” life. And little did they know, they each fall in love with each other's beaus. Just enough fluff and romance for a warm Christmas you wish you had.
The Christmas Chronicles (2018)
Siblings Kate and Teddy Pierce hatch a scheme to capture Santa Claus on Christmas Eve. Santa accidentally gets interrupted by the two kids on his Christmas Eve deliveries-- and crashes his sleigh, losing his presents in the process. Then the kids join forces with a somewhat jolly Saint Nick and his loyal elves to save the holiday before it's too late.
Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)
Are you down for a spooky winter? Also known as Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas, is a 1993 American stop-motion animated musical dark fantasy film. It tells the story of Jack Skellington, the King of "Halloween Town" who stumbles through a portal to "Christmas Town" and becomes obsessed with celebrating the holiday. He is so taken with the idea of Christmas that he tries to get the resident bats, ghouls, and goblins of Halloween Town to help him put on Christmas instead of Halloween -- instead of spreading Christmas joy, Santa Claus is put in jeopardy and his mission turns sideways and creates a total nightmare.
Last Christmas (2019)
Nothing seems to go right to a frustrated Londoner and young aspiring singer, Kate, who works as an elf in a year-round Christmas shop. Things soon take a turn for the better when she meets Tom-- a handsome charmer who seems too good to be true. As the city transforms into the most wonderful time of the year, Tom and Kate's growing attraction turns into the best gift for the both of them-- a Yuletide romance.
Dash & Lily (2020)
Dash & Lily is an eight-part romcom television series that is based on the romantic young adult novel Dash & Lily's Book of Dares by David Levithan and Rachel Cohn. A whirlwind holiday romance builds as snarky Dash who hates Christmas and optimistic Lily who's the opposite of Dash and a certified Christmas enthusiast trade dares, dreams and desires in the notebook that they pass back and forth at locations all across New York City. Although polar opposites, they soon discover that they have a lot in common than they expected. The series will literally transport you to New York's festive vibe while figuring out Dash and Lily's journey on romance.
And that’s a wrap!
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Day Off pt 1
Toshinori Yagi/ All Might x Y/n
Pt two
This is definitely not how you thought your Saturday off was going to go.
You woke up early to head to the farmers market, you loved the crisp autum air and the sound of vendors. The farmers market was one of your favorite places to come and people watch, you found the nicest people here. You bought a cup of hot apple cider, some fresh veggies, and a bouquet of flowers before starting the walk back to your apartment. You were a couple doors down when you saw a big, deliciously handsome, back of a man with blonde hair.
Then you realized it was All Might.
Then you realized he was naked.
“Ma’am! If you could be of some assistance!” He says when he spots you. He was holding the tattered remnants of clothing around his privates “could I borrow your phone and maybe some sweats?” He laughed awkwardly and you couldn’t contain the laughter that took you over. You had tears in your eyes, “I’m sorry. I really am” laughter “I just” you snort laughed “I didn’t expect this. Please come inside, All Might” you laugh as you unlock your door and walk inside with him behind you. You clear your throat as you set your bags down on the counter. “Come with me and I’ll find you some clothes. Will you tell me what happened?” You walk into your bedroom and he follows you in an awkward waddle “well I was in an interview and I wasn’t in .. this state.. I usually wear big suits but this time I had on a tailored suit.. I was walking back to my place when a fan wanted a picture so when I used my quirk, my suit shredded from my body and I quickly ran, now naked and lost, and I lost my phone in the process. it was only a few minutes before you showed up and helped me. Which I am really grateful for and will repay you for your kindness” he says with a small bow with causes you to laugh again “well in case you’ll use your quirk again I’ll give you my comfiest favorite sweats, they are a big men’s size so you’ll be fine if any more fans want a picture. Personally I’d want a picture with you normal.” Shit was that insensitive? You were panicking, he was your favorite hero and you were nervous and you tried to play it cool “Not that you aren’t incredibly handsome and charming like this” you try to dig yourself out of this hole, kind of awkwardly word vomiting “all I am saying is, you’re amazing and handsome no matter what you look like.” You sigh and find the shirt you were looking for “I have men’s shirts that I sleep in so don’t worry about it beings girls.” You set the clothes down on the top of the dresser and turn to him with a smile trying to pretend you didn’t just call him handsome so many times, your face flushed and embarrassed “you can change in my room here or there is a bathroom across the hall. I’m going to be in the kitchen and oh” you pull your phone out of your back pocket “the passcode is 1489” you set the phone down too then you smile up at him and his heart stops at how beautiful you are to him. As you walk out of the room he says “I can’t thank you enough Ma’am.” You stop in the doorway, not looking back at him “Y/n! My name is f/n l/n. But since we met in these circumstances you can call me f/n” you laugh and then go out into the kitchen.
Toshinori -
The moment you left the room he let go of his big form and deflates. She had shocked him speechless with her cute awkwardness and how many times you called him handsome. In either state you think he’s handsome. His heart was out of control as he walked into the bathroom thinking about you. “This woman is most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and I’m standing in her bathroom putting on her clothing.” He whispers to his reflection in the mirror and noticed he was blushing. As he pulled on your favorite black sweats and a plain white shirt he noticed that he actually looks good in it, but he couldn’t help but think about seeing you in this outfit, knowing you’d look better in it than him. Even though it’s big sweats he finds himself wanting to get to see you in every aspect of life. Dressed up, dressed down, but with him. For him. He opens your phone and smiles at your phone background of you with a baby wearing a onesie that says “if you think I’m cute you should see my aunt” he makes his phone call to Nezu, saying he had a mishap and will be late back to the school and will explain everything then he called a cab to take him back. He then walked out into your kitchen a little nervous to see you again. “There you are” you said with a big smile when he came around the corner. And his heart stopped again. You looked at him with the same kind and accepting eyes as you did when he was big.
You-
He came around the corner in his normal self and you realized that he was even more handsome now. “There you are” you felt butterflies in your chest which confused you. This was a retired pro hero, one who you always had a celebrity crush on, but you convinced yourself that there was no way after this experience that he’d ever think of you romantically, you laughed until you cried at him naked and then awkwardly word vomited about his looks. There’s no coming back from that. “You look better in those sweats than I do” you laugh and walk around the kitchen counter to stand in front of him “I’m sorry I don’t have any shoes that will fit you, are you still walking?” You asked and let your eyes take in his features. You feel lucky to see him up close and intimate like this. “No I uh. I called a cab they should be here soon” he hands you your phone “I cannot thank you enough. I’ll have your clothes dry cleaned and returned to you” you take your phone and your fingers brush, you swear you felt literal sparks “don’t worry about it really. You can keep the sweats when you eventually fall in love with their comfort like I did. I’ll get another pair. Do you want a drink or are you hungry or need anything else? Anything at all. My way of giving back to a hero” he can’t help but smile this whole time, you were so sweet and so accepting. He felt incredibly comfortable around you and he felt like he was home. “I’m always hungry but you don’t have to go out of your way for me any more than you already have” you laugh “All Might don’t worry about it. I have some cold soba that I made last night. It should be good. Take it with you” you get it out of the fridge and prepare it for him to go. “Toshinori Yagi, call me Yagi” you smile at him and he melts for the fifth time in the last thirty minutes he’s been in your home. “You know, you saved me once,” you began while tying up the food “I was on the train, I was the last one that you still went back to save. Just think of this as my way of repaying you for saving my life.” You hand him the package and he doesn’t know what to say. “Y/n..” the way he says your name brings your butterflies back to life in your belly but before he finishes your phone beeps with a text from the cab driver saying he was there. “Looks like it’s time to go” you say and walk him to the door “I’m really quite honored to have met you, I wish you didn’t have to go so soon I was really enjoying our time together” you rest your hand on his bicep as you say this, squeezing lightly and he feels sparks go up and down his arm “I feel the same” he says with a laugh “I didn’t expect today to go like this but I am very happy it did” his smile sets your heart ablaze and you wish you could see it every day as intimately as this “well” he noticed the change of slight sadness in your voice now “you better go, don’t miss your cab” you drop your hand and he misses the warmth and pressure “thank you again, y/n” he says and then he walks out of your apartment. You close the door and sit down on your couch, your apartment suddenly felt empty and lonely. You’re kicking yourself for not giving him your number. Your day goes by fairly quickly after that, met up with your sibling for dinner before getting ready for your night on patrol. You get to your job working with Gunhead’s agency and put on your hero costume which includes an ear piece that is a direct link back to the agency, your secretary giving you updates and forwarding calls to you there, a full face mask, and white thigh high reinforced boots that made you feel like kicking ass. You go out on your patrol, your area being a little smaller than usual tonight but you’re not complaining just feeling like it’s going to be a slow night.
A few hours into your patrol, around 8pm, your ear piece beeps before your secretary’s voice comes through “Manta! You have a phone call from your personal number” the secretary said over your ear piece. You press the little button on the side before telling her to patch them through. “Hello?” “Y/n! It’s All Might! Er, Toshinori Yagi. I was at your house today?” His voice made your heart race and he sounded nervous which caused you to chuckle at the cuteness. “Yes Yagi. I remember. How did you get my number?” You are a little confused. He used your phone but did he call himself?? “I just stopped by your place to drop off your clothes I dry cleaned and your neighbor gave me your number.” You smiled thinking fondly of your lovely elderly neighbor, Mrs. Lynn. “I told you that you could keep the sweats. I know you love them as much as I do” you heard his laugh and it made your chest warm “oh no you’re not getting those back” he jokes “I’m never taking them off” you laughter is his favorite sound now, he wants to live the rest of his life making you laugh as his calling. “That’s what I expected no worries.” You suddenly felt gutsy, you weren’t letting him get away again and you weren’t going to be disappointed because you didn’t make a move “Hey Yagi? How would you feel about getting breakfast with me in the morning? I’m on patrol right now but I want to see you again.” “That why I was calling you! I was gonna see if you wanted to get a late dinner with me now. But I guess that’s my answer” he chuckles “yea I’d really love to see you again.....Wait.....I didn’t recognize you today. What agency do you work with?” You laugh “Gunhead’s. You wouldn’t have recognized me. Well. Maybe my hair. I’m the number 13 hero” “YOU’RE MANTA?” He was so shocked “I thought that you’d wear your mask all the time. I have so many questions I can’t believe I met you I’m such a huge fan” he was talking so fast and you thought he was so cute. “I’ll answer all your questions tomorrow morning! eight am! there’s a good breakfast cafe that’s near my place, I’ll text you the address. But I unfortunately have to go back to work now” “I’m so excited I can’t believe the beautiful woman I met today is the amazing hero Manta. I’m so lucky! Okay I’ll meet you there Y/n. Be safe!” He called you beautiful and it made your heart skip and butterflies fill your chest “See you tomorrow, Yagi” you hang up with a laugh and then tou ask your secretary to text the cafe location to the number who called. You’re happy he called so quick, there was a part of you that thought he wouldn’t return or that he’d send back your stuff in the mail. This turned out a lot better than you thought it would and you couldn’t help but smile for the rest of your patrol.
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Because peeps on my dash are hooked on the Deltadi ship and have got me hooked too, here's a basic outline of how Delta Dawn and Dickory got together in the Gumdrop AU! It also calls back to my other Trolls headcanon posts so you might wanna read those before this one. Putting under the cut because this is looooong!
All his life, Dickory had been told that one day he’ll meet that special someone, he’ll experience certain feelings, of love and intimacy. But Dickory just...never felt it. He felt love for his family but romance? Sexual feelings? It never came to him. During his teenage years, he did feel like he was broken. He felt pressured to start his first relationship, telling himself feelings would come. It...did not end well. In fact, you could say it made him feel more broken than ever.
But then the avalanche happened. Due to the mass loss of yodellers, many of the young adults were pressured to marry and have children quickly to increase numbers and save their culture. In fact, it became a new tradition for yodellers to marry as soon as they turned 18. The only one to refuse this was an 18-year-old Dickory. He may have been shunned a little for his decision (which made him feel worse about his lack of sexuality) but he honestly didn’t have time to think about that anymore. His was still a kid who parents literally just died with a baby brother left behind to take care of. He had no time for marriage, he’d say to the other yodellers. His brother needed him and that is totally the only reason why he couldn’t marry. Throughout his life, Dickory would continue to feel stress and sadness, not knowing about being ace/aro and still believing there was something wrong with him. But at least he has Hickory and his new bounty hunting job to distract him.
Anyway, TWT happened and as soon as Delta found out that Hickory was really two trolls disguised as one country troll imposing on her beloved town, she had them arrested and put on community service for a unspecified amount of time. So she and Dickory did not have the best start in the slightest.
Hickory was soon made to do a report on Pop Trolls and left for Pop Village (and thus beginning his own romance with Poppy and Branch but that’s another story). Dickory was made to stay and do humiliating duties (like clean up after the livestock) while enduring the mockery of the locals and the ridiculously high heat. The only good/kind of less worse thing he saw in this was the fact that Delta’s niece, Clampers, was strangely drawn to him. She would nag and ask him questions about why he has two legs, what are those stumpy things on your hooves and can I bite them? Annoyed initially, he soon warmed up to her as she reminded him of Hickory when he was a child. Their friendship reached a point where they even started playing together. Delta witnessed this one day and maybe, just maybe, her heart may have melted. But only a little.
One day, after a restless sleep, Dickory decided to take a walk about town in the early hours of the morning. His was surprised when his keen ears picked up on a faint, mournful song from the cemetery. He found Delta singing with tears in her eyes to the grave of her sister. After awkward small talk, they both open up about the loved ones they've lost and how it changed them. They found their experiences to be remarkably similar (Delta lost her sister in a mining accident and was left to raise her daughter) and from that point on, they began to grow closer.
Over the next several weeks, Dickory began to actually care about the Lonesome Flats community and his service became a lot more voluntary and a lot less punishing. He would help the elderly, fix up anything that needed fixing, even learned how to herd up the livestock (although his first attempt was a complete hilarious disaster that Growley Pete just loves to tease him about). The locals soon began to think of him as one of their own and gained their respect, in turn gaining Delta's trust.
Delta and Dickory's friendship grew in that time too. In the beginning, she would order him to do certain task or else she would make him do something much more humiliating which used to tick him off. Now, she would ask him or else she would 'threaten' him to make him clean out Growley Pete's hooves, which he would respond with a sarcastic comment with a smile. They were pretty much very buddy-buddy. But the locals weren't blind to the underlying romantic tension between them.
Delta absolutely knew she was having romantic feelings for Dickory but she was at first hesitant. Country trolls are the type to take romance on head first and confidently but she was afraid of scaring him off so decided to bide her time for the right moment. Not exactly made easy when her parents totally shipped them and would try everything in their power to embarrass Delta enough into confessing.
Dickory, on the other hand, didn't know what to feel. Sure, he liked Delta now but she was just a good friend to have a drink and a laugh with, throw sarcastic comments at, arm wrestle with, share personal and past trauma history with, stare at and wish to touch her stupid big beautiful hair, want to hold close to-uh oh!
Suddenly it was like he was a teenager again but this time it was different. He liked her but it can't be THAT kind of love. It didn't exist for him, remember? He couldn't feel that love for anyone because he never did and it would never happen. She's a friend you care a lot about and that's it. Besides, even if there were feelings (which there weren't), it would be best if nothing happened because come on, she would never want someone who didn't like...well, y'know.
Basically, Dickory's in denial pretty hard.
Anyhow, the country trolls have a pretty big shindig one evening where there's plenty of dancing, laughing, drinking and fun. Both Delta and Dickory were having a great time but just as buddies, right?
However, at one point in the early hours of the morning, they found themselves alone together and Delta, in a drunken stupor with all logic thrown out the window, confesses and boldly kisses Dickory. And then she passed out.
In the days following, things were very awkward. Delta remembered the kiss and was horribly embarrassed for being so careless. She decided it was best if they actually sat down and talked about it like adults. Only problem? Dickory was now deliberately avoiding Delta. He didn't want to ruin the friendship they already had but he also didn't want to have the conversation he knew was inevitably coming.
Finally, a frustrated Delta decided to f this and confront Dickory head on. A huge argument blew up between them (which temporarily cleared out the town) which culminated to Delta demanding to know why he doesn't want to be with her and Dickory yells back 'BECAUSE I'M BROKEN, DAMMIT!'
Silence.
After the shock, the pair of them calm down enough for Delta to gently encourage him to explain further. Dickory shakily and tearfully admits his unresolved negative feelings about his asexuality, the yodellers pressure on him to marry, how much its affected him and how wrong he's truly felt all these years and yet he somehow has feelings for Delta that he doesn't understand and how he can't be the man she wants him to be or give her what she would ultimately want.
Shocked, Delta tells him that she's sorry she ever made him feel this way but she only wants Dickory to be himself and if being himself means that he can't give her certain things then that's okay because she loves him just as he is.
But Dickory, still confused, emotional and a stubborn old goat, decides this is the best time to run off and return home.
Heartbroken, Delta writes to Hickory that his community service is up and he is free to return to his home. She tries her best to continue her duties as mayor but everyone can tell she greatly misses Dickory.
When the brothers reunite back to their homes, they also try to move on as normal but both of them have a lot to think about in terms of the things they went through recently (again, Hickory had his own romantic shenanigans going on as well). One night, the two of them talk about what they went up to in the past weeks and realise that the other has experienced love and are too stubborn to admit it. They even have a big sibling argument about it. I mean whose dumb enough to not look past their own insecurities and see that they are loved and they love them back and they shouldn't let the past hold them down in finding happiness and - oh, I see what's happening here!
Anyway, its agreed upon that Hickory and Dickory should return to Lonesome Flats and Pop Village to confess their feelings to their respective loved ones and not see each other until they do or someone's ass is getting beat (y'know, normal sibling pact stuff).
So
In true spaghetti western style, Dickory returns to Lonesome Flats. He stares Delta down from one side of town to the other, locals watching with baited breath. He yells to Delta for the whole town to hear, that he was an idiot for running away and that he wasn't sure how they were going to figure things out in the future. But he's here now, he's not running away anymore and he loves her too.
Delta, without saying a word, storms up to Dickory, picks up up from under the arms and gives him a great, big, long overdue smooch to the cheers of the townsfolk and the cries of 'FINALLY' from her parents and niece (meanwhile, Growley Pete starts collecting bets).
Anyhow, Dickory moves to Lonesome Flats, eventually marries Delta, adopts Clampers as his niece, is fully content with being demiromtic/asexual, yada yada, happy ending, mwah! (I am a master of storytelling)
#trolls#trolls world tour#dickory#delta dawn#deltadi#trolls headcanons#gumdrop au#dreamworks trolls#dickory x delta#delta dawn x dickory
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the love you deserve II
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (fem!reader)
Word Count: almost 3k, ops
Summary: “He’s Bucky Barnes, Captain America’s best friend. He was the guy at the Triskelion, they say he’s the one who killed JFK.”
It can’t be real. Your Jaime visits and plays with lonely, sickly kids in hospitals because he remembers what it was like growing up with his asthmatic, diabetic friend Steve. Whoever this Bucky guy is, he’s not your Jaime, your Jaime could never harm a fly. Your Jaime is good, he’s compassionate. Surely your friend must be wrong.
Warnings: soft!bucky, hurt!reader, angst, fluff, lying, cheating, drug use, alcohol consumption (including mentions of underage drinking), language that Steve Rogers wouldn’t approve of.
A/N: AU where Civil War and Thanos never happen, Tony forgives Bucky and he retires. This is my very first attempt at writing in English, I’m not a native speaker, so forgive me for any mistakes :)
This is part 2, please comment and reblog and let me know what you think of it :) feedback is always appreciated! I plan on writing at least another part, maybe two.
What do you think of the reader?
Part 1
The day before
Las Vegas, Nevada
Vegas is hot and dry as hell. It’s also a lot of fun, so the movies did not lie about that at least. They did exaggerate how fun the casinos would be tho.
You’re at a pool party, sipping on a drink, silently judging the moves of the sweaty people who are dancing around you.
You just got off a facetime call with Jaime, and god you miss him and Alpine too, but life is good and you’re the happiest you’ve ever been, your best friend is getting married to the man she loves and you’re having the time of your life with your girlfriends.
“So, you’re not having cold feet, are you?” you hear Hannah question Jade.
They’re basking in the sun around you.
Jade hesitates as she douses herself in sunblock.
“I gotta say I’m kind of scared but I’ve been dreaming about this for three years, so no? I guess. I don’t know. I love him.”
“That didn’t answer the question.” you observe.
“Are you sure you’re ready to commit to one dick only for the rest of your life?” Raven asks, and you all laugh and roll your eyes playfully.
Ever the commitaphobe, just like you. Well, like you used to be before you met Jaime.
You hate rush hour after work, you hate it so much in fact that you’d rather go to your work’s gym and workout even though you’re exhausted than catch a packed train.
By the time you get to the station most people are home already.
He’s here today.
You’ve seen him quite a lot in the past few weeks. The first thing you noticed about him is the way he seems to fold in on himself, his hunched shoulders and lowered head.
His bad posture aggravates you beyond reason, and you just wish you could go there and straighten his back without looking like a weirdo. But you can’t, so you just admire from afar like the good creep you are.
He’s always wearing a baseball cap over luscious but questionably greasy hair, huge winter jackets and leather gloves; still, underneath all that it’s clear he’s handsome. You always had a thing for men built like brick houses.
Today is the day, you think, today is the day I finally strike a conversation with the guy, it’s now or never.
Truth is, the loneliness he exudes breaks your heart and the way people avoid him like he’s got the plague enrages you for no particular reason. Somehow the ever indifferent New Yorkers would rather stand on a moving train than sit next to him, and that something about that that irks you way too much.
You really don’t understand why. Sure he’s intimidating, he’s a huge man, but he’s quiet and calm and he smiles softly when he spots a dog on the train. He gets off at same stop you do and no matter how isolate the station and the streets are by the time you get home, even if you two are the only ones there, you’ve never felt uneasy.
So you go and sit next to him, you smile when he looks up in surprise and you say hi.
He stutters an ‘evening ma’am’ and you’re proud of yourself because you’ve got it in you to made the big scary guy blush like a schoolgirl.
“Not to be a creep or anything but I’ve seen you around quite a lot, we commute together almost every day.” You chuckle and you introduce yourself.
“I uhm-” he’s cute when he furrows his brows “ I’m Jame- Jaime. I’m Jaime.”
You smile at the memory.
Jaime turned out to be a lot less shy than anticipated. He was a stuttering mess on the first few dates but the more you got to know him, the more he opened up to show his true sarcastic, snarky nature, whilst still being a gentle giant and an absolute sweetheart.
He’s thoughtful, cocky and sweet at the same time. He makes you melt in a puddle whenever he snuggles Alpine on the inside of his jacket, and the rumble of his voice is enough to make your brain short circuit and your panties dampen.
“There goes that look again, you’re such a love sick fool.”
“Oh God, you should see her when she’s with her precious Jaime, they literally have heart eyes, they’re so cute together it makes me sick to my stomach.”
You laugh and shake your head at Raven’s and Jade’s teasing.
“Hey, it’s not that bad, you should have seen yourself the day you met Matt, bitch, you looked like you’d never seen a man before. I ain’t forget.” you retort.
Hannah laughs and adds “When are we going to meet mystery man? It’s not fair that Jade only to got to see him. And word on the streets is that he’s real pretty.”
“When you three learn how to behave. But I can show you a picture, just please don’t be weird about it.” you finally relent after five months of avoiding the topic.
“He’s very, very hot ladies.” Jade quips.
You send her a side glance (goodnaturedly of course) and show them how pretty your sweet boy is.
Raven’s jaw goes slack as she clutches your phone and gawks at the picture.
“Lucky bastard, he’s literally the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, where did you find him and how did you convince him to be with you of all people?”
You laugh at Raven’s blunt remarks. They playful banter between the two of you has been going on since freshman year of college.
“Now I get why you have that dumb love struck face on you at all times.” Hannah adds.
Grace tho, she’s unusually quiet, and she stares at him with a scowl on her face. Her eyes travel slowly from your phone to your face, and the anticipation to know the reason why is killing you.
“Uhm, you’re dating him? And you said his name is Jaime?” she hesitates.
Whatever is going to come out of her mouth, you already know you’re not going to like it.
“Look, maybe I’m wrong and I’m mistaking him for someone else but I’m pretty positive I’m right and, ah” Another pause, you’re about to faint. “There’s no way to break it down to you in a way that won’t hurt but” she sighs “he’s lying to you.”
Ice fills your veins. You can feel dread crawling up your spine.
Is he someone else’s boyfriend? Are you the other woman or is he cheating on you? Is he a professional scammer?
“What the hell are you talking about Gracie?” Jade almost shouts, and you’re one heartbeat away from fainting.
Grace looks at you with all the pity in the world and you want nothing more than to erase that expression from her face.
“He’s Bucky Barnes, Captain America’s best friend. He was the guy at the Triskelion, they say he’s the one who killed JFK.”
The world around you stops spinning for a second as the ring in your ears get louder. You just wish the ground could open up and swallow you whole.
All of a sudden you start laughing hysterically like she’s told the funniest joke you’ve ever heard, you laugh so ugly that a few heads turn in your direction and give you funny looks, so loud that your friends are startled and even more worried.
Jaime, your sweet baby boy who adopted a three legged blind cat no one else at the shelter wanted to save him from being euthanized.
Jaime who volunteers at the VA with his pal Sam to help war vets reintegrate in society after they get back home, because he knows what it’s like to have your life turned around, to find yourself with no commands to obey all of a sudden and more trauma than you know what to do with. He knows what it is like to know no peace, to sleep a couple hours a week until you’re hallucinating so bad you’re begging the universe to just end your suffering.
It can’t be real. Your Jaime visits and plays with lonely, sickly kids in hospitals because he remembers what it was like growing up with his asthmatic, diabetic friend Steve.
Whoever this Bucky guy is, he’s not your Jaime, your Jaime could never harm a fly.
Your Jaime is good, he’s compassionate. Surely your friend must be wrong.
He goes grocery shopping for the elderly couple next door whose kids never visit, because they are too weak, too sick, too tired to leave the house.
“I’m sorry sweetie, it’s not your fault, you couldn’t have know.”
Grace hands you a phone, open on his Wikipedia page.
Jaime’s sky-blue eyes stare back at you.
You really let him play a number on you, didn’t you?
You feel a hot surge of blinding anger and you want to tear the world apart, you want to take Jaime- no, not Jaime, James and bitch slap him in the face so damn hard you convey the humiliation you’re feeling right now, knowing that the man you love and thought you knew lied to your face for five fucking months.
Did he ever consider coming clean, revealing his true identity?
Was he ever planning on telling you? Or would he move in with you, wake up and go to bed with you every day feeding you lies upon lies?
Would you end up married to a man that doesn’t exist and have kids with a ghost?
Grow old with a guy who said he was 33 but is actually 99?
Would he never get undressed in front of you? How was he planning on hiding is metal arm? Surely one day you’d be intimate and you would see it? The whole “I want to wait cause I’m old fashioned like that” would eventually need to stop.
Or maybe it wasn’t a serious relationship at all for him, not in the way it was for you. Not in the way you wanted to spend the rest of your days loving him and making him the happiest man alive. Not in the way you were ready to commit to him, body and soul, for all eternity.
Now the endearing terms he used to call you, his babydoll, his little doll, they taste bitter on your tongue.
A doll, literally. A little toy to play with and toss aside once he got bored of his little game.
Why didn’t you tell me? Why did I have to find out like this?
It reminds you of that time in your junior year of college, you were dating this guy back then, and you liked him, he was fun, the sex was good, he supported you in your endless hours of cheer practice.
One day he told you he was sick and couldn’t make it to your afternoon study date. That same night you ran into him at a frat party with his friends. Wasn’t so sick after all.
You broke up on the spot, shed a few tears while your teammates held you and moved on with your life with your head held high, because that’s what you’ve been doing all your life no matter how many curveballs the universe throws your way.
You vividly recall what hurt the most: the feeling of being lied to and toyed with. The hot humiliation that burns your cheeks and makes your eyes water when you realized you have yet again misplaced your trust. The inevitable question that plague you for days on end: what else did he lie about? How could I be so damn stupid?
His name was Tommy, and sometimes in the following years your first instinct when a man told you anything was to obsess over whether they were being honest or not. Until Jaime, that is, you trusted Jaime with your life, you would never question him, and look where that got you.
You’re aware you’re overthinking and maybe overreacting at this point, and that wailing in your own misery while your girlfriends are out having fun in a club is doing you no good, nor is it changing your current predicament. But you never listen to the voice of reason, and you won’t start today.
The room feels too hot and too cold at the same time.
You’re sweating but your body is shaking. You’re breathing but the air you inhale won’t reach your lungs. You’re blinking your eyes frantically but you only see darkness. You hear your own heart beat out of your chest.
It seems like the room you’re in is closing down on you and there’s no space left, you’re being crushed by those walls around you, you’re drowning, you’re suffocating.
Is this what heartbreak feels like, or is it just a heart attack?
Turns out it’s a panic attack, you know because you typed your symptoms on Google.
You are painfully aware you’re spiralling out of control.
Get a grip.
All you can think about is how you want him to suffer, you want him to feel the same humiliation you’re feeling right now. You want him to feel his chest compress, his throat tighten, you want him to know what it’s like when your heart is breaking in a thousand pieces and you can’t even breathe.
You want his world to come tumbling down on him and crush him under the weight of his mistakes.
You don’t care why he did it. You don’t give a single fuck about his reasons.
Because the truth is, no matter who he was in his past life, no matter how many he killed or tortured, you would have loved him all the same. You would have carried the weight of the world on your shoulders if it meant he could sleep soundly at night.
But he didn’t give you a chance to.
And because you never fucking think before you act, you put your best dress on a join the girls at the club they’re at, and you hope the tequila is going to drown your sorrow and dull the pain burning you from within.
Tonight you don’t want to feel anymore.
Four months ago.
Brooklyn, New York.
Every morning, Bucky wakes up at 5.30 am and joins Steve Rogers on his jog around the neighborhood, and every morning without failure Bucky is grumpy about it. He hates the early mornings, especially in the winter, but he can’t find it in himself to refuse Steve anything.
Steve is smart and too observing for his own good and he knows that something has changed. He knows it in the way Bucky’s steps are louder and bouncier, his back is straighter, his smile is easier, his eyes shine brighter.
He knows it because underneath the sandalwood scent of Buck’s deodorant and the musky smell of his sweat, he can sometimes detect the less pungent fragrance of coconut and peaches.
“So, who is she?”
The question catches him off guard. Bucky stops dead in his track and looks at his friend like a deer caught in the headlights.
“What, you thought I wouldn’t notice?”
At that he has the decency to blush.
“She’s- she’s perfect. I met her on the ride home from the shelter. ‘member when we were kids, we used to dream about the future? I swore I’d get myself a pretty wife and love her for the rest of my days and have a bunch of kids?”
“Yeah, I used to tell you you’d have to stop dragging me in those god awful double dates, or else you wouldn’t get any of those pretty girls to stick around.”
The two share a bittersweet smile as they reminisce how their life could have been.
“She’s pretty, you know, she’s sweet, she’s a bit of an asshole but the good kind, she’s so damn smart, you know all those science things I used to like before the war? She knows them all. She’s an engineer. I know my Ma would have approved of her, and Becca would have died to have her as a sister.”
“So why’s that long face?”
Bucky snorts.
Of course, how could Captain America understand? People don’t avoid him like he’s got some infectious disease, they don’t give him dirty looks, girls don’t cross the street when they see him, mothers with kids on their hips don’t cover their children as if he was the Boogeyman. “She didn’t recognize me, and well I- I can’t tell her. She wouldn’t want me, and I like her too much to mess this up.”
“Buck.” Steve gives him his best stern look. “You have to tell her, she has a right to know who she’s seeing. If she’s the one she’s going to love you all the same, but don’t lie to her. These secrets can only backfire in the long run. It’s going to ruin your relationship.”
Bucky nods absentmindedly and continues running without uttering another word.
No one could ever love his true self, he thinks bitterly. No one could help him carry the weight of his past on his shoulders.
If only he had known back then how right Stevie would be, he would have told you everything four months ago.
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That’s My Girl Chris Evans X Reader
Overview: You and Chris are going to see your daughter perform in her first talent show. Chris helped with her performance and its a little different from what you would’ve expected...
AN: Another Chris one for you guys! Now that Knives Out is coming out, I’ve had people desperate for more Chris, and this idea melted my heart. This is inspired by a scene from one of my favourite TV shows if you know it message me ;) Thank you for the support as always!
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Word count:2300
"nononono" you panicked as you felt you ankle wobble dangerously. Running on cobblestones In heels was dangerous, and a broken ankle was the last thing you needed right now. You slowed down to an uncomfortable fast walk-jog, willing for your ankles to not snap like sticks. It had started to snow, the first time this winter, and you buried your chin into your scarf so to keep your teeth from chattering. The clock in the local church chimed 7:30 causing your head to whip up in alarm and your heel to skid across a particularly icy cobble. You felt your whole body move back and that gut-wrenching shot of panic flashed through your brain as you saved yourself at the last minute from falling. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, the third time in the past half an hour. You fished it out and shoved it between your ear and shoulder, rounding the corner to beams of saturated yellow light "I'm here, I'm literally outside…… I'm fine love…..yes there was an issue at work that I had to stay for, but I'm here now……okay……I'll see you in a second."
Oak-field catholic school came looming out the darkness, brightly lit up with banners already hanging limply from the steady fall of snow. You skidded up the steps, taking two at a time, to almost trip and fall on the last one. You bag swung around on your shoulder and almost took out a grandfather walking behind you.
"I am SO sorry, Sir!" You gasped "Honestly If I've hurt you-"
"Swinging for the elderly?" A voice joked "I thought we said you wouldn't do that anymore." Chris was standing by the open door, smiling. He walked over, apologised once more to the old man and his wife, before turning back to you, shaking his head. He was wrapped up in a dark jacket over his favourite blue shirt, and his shoes had been cleaned, so they gleamed; he had obviously dressed up the occasion. His hair was still a little messy from a day of running his hands through it, and the sight alone caused you to sigh with joy.
"I'm an addict I couldn't help it," You joked. "Hi."
"Hello." He grinned. He pulled you in for a quick hug, planting a soft kiss by your ear. "How was your day?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Duly noted. Come on," Chris kept his arm hooked around your waist as you both walked into the school "the show hasn't started yet."
"I thought I was going to miss her."
"And that would've made you a terrible parent."
"It would've." It was good to relax and joke around after the day you'd just had, you could already feel the knot in your shoulders start to loosen. You said hi to Lina's mum as you passed and nodded to Sister Margret, who jerked curtly back. The pair of you was just quickly catching up about to head into the hall when a small voice could be heard just behind to you.
"Dad?"
Connie had poked her head out the backstage door. She looked like she was going to be sick; pale skin, sweaty forehead, her nails bitten down to the surface. Her eyes were wide and desperate, and this caused Chris to run over and lean down on one knee. You watched from a distance; Connie didn't like being nervous in front of you because she knew it caused you to become overprotective. You saw Connie shake her head and the words "I can't do it," be said before Chris lightly put a hand over her mouth. He shook his head and spoke soft words, moving the hand to then to bring her head forward so he could kiss the top of her head. Chris said something that caused your daughter to laugh weakly before she said something that caused a belt of laughter from him. He then pulled her in briefly, their cheeks squishing together as he hugged her tight before chivying her lightly towards the door. One last high five and then she slipped backstage again, leaving her Dad to run back over to you smiling.
"Everything okay?"
"yea she's fine. Last-minute nerves. We've been rehearsing all day though so she knows what she's doing."
"I'm just looking forward to FINALLY seeing this secret performance," you said as you entered the auditorium where rows of creaky chairs were set up facing the stage. The sound of a generic TV show single was on a loop through the speakers on either side of the stage, buzzing slightly with the increase of base every few seconds. The air of you headed to two seats in the third row on the inside end, meaning you had the perfect view without having to crane your necks. There was a pause while you both flicked through the programme and said hi to parents of friends and to say hi to that one hysterical fan (there was always one) before you couldn't resist any more.
"Are you going to give me ANY hints about what she's doing."
"Nope."
'Nothing at all?"
"It's a surprise."
"Should I film it?"
"Oh absolutely," there was a glint in your husband's eye that for some reason caused you to become suspicious "we're never going to want to forget this."
You wanted to ask more, but then the lights went down and a thunder of applause. One of the sisters was standing just by the stage with a microphone in one hand and a notebook in the other, from which she read out "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Oak-field's Talent Extravaganza. Now, please put your hands together for Alice and her jumping juggling friends."
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"She's next, she's next!" You squired in your seat with impatience, excitement starting to bubble in your chest. Chris handed you his phone, and you set up the camera, propping it up on your bag so the performance could be filmed. "I'm nervous, why am I nervous she's doing the show not me. Oh gosh, I'm panicking-"
"Hon she's going to be fine!" But he still reached out and grabbed your hand, squeezing it in reassurance. His jiggling knee also gave it away that he too was feeling a little nervous, and that oddly calmed you a little.
The lights went down once more, and there was a smattering of polite applause. Lina walked out first, her smile full and confident, strutting over to her spot with rehearsed purpose before standing with her hand on her hip, poised. Connie, with her smaller physique and her curly hair already coming loose from her ponytail, gave the image of someone who was more reserved and shy. You watched her eyes rake the crowd before she caught your eye. You gave her a small wave; Chris lifted his arm so his thumbs up could be seen over the group. This reassurance caused Connie to nod in determination, before gripping her hand onto her hip, smiling widely. A click of the stereo and the slightly tinny sound of an old Judy Garland song started to play. This granted a nod of approval from Sister Margret. A very devout woman of the church who before the show had sent a list of songs and artists that were "recognised as inappropriate and would therefore not be tolerated." She was also a massive Judy Garland fan and had, therefore, lacked hesitation when putting the girls into the show. The CD stuttered, then the tinny backing track to "somewhere over the rainbow" rang out through the old speakers. The girls started their routine, slowly swaying back and forth, little voices sweet and nervous but to you the loveliest sound. You beamed widely, tears already clogging your eyes and pride burst through your chest. Everyone else saw the charm in it too; the grandparents in front of you cooed at each other about how cute she was. You wanted she lean over and say "she's my daughter," but that would distract you from the show.
A couple lines in, however, the music scratched, stuttered, and then stopped. The hall was silent. Both girls stood in stage, looking at each other and then back out into the audience. Your heart lept into your mouth. You tried to catch Connie's eye, but this was causing you to panic more. "We have to do something," you hissed to Chris.
"Just wait."
BAM! Bass blasted out of the speakers, shuddering the ground. Both girls grinned widely before throwing off the big jumpers they both wore, to reveal t-shirts decorated with flashing stars to match the socks they both pulled up to their knees. Horrified, you heard the lyrics to an all too familiar song.
'I was like
Good gracious- ass is bodacious
Flirting to show my patience
I'm waiting for the right time to shoot my steez….'
And without hesitation, both girls started dancing perfectly in time, jumping, sliding and turning, never missing a note as they lip-synced along. There was a roar of noise from the audience, a mixed response of anger and howling laughter. You turned to Chris, who was roaring with laughter, rolling back and forth on his chair, clapping loudly.
"You taught our daughter the lyrics to Hot in Here by NELLY?"
"But," Chris had to collect himself for a second he was laughing so hard "but doesn't she look great!"
"CHRISTOPHER!"
"It's a great song! Look, they're just coming up to the chorus." You turned back in time to see you, daughter, mouth the lyrics I am getting so hot right now, imma take my clothes off before throwing herself into a cartwheel. You were so shocked you burst out laughing, and then you couldn't stop. It was brilliant, they'd obviously spent hours on it. The audience was loving it too, most of their classmates cheering them in next to their slightly shell shocked but amused parents. The Sisters, on the other hand, looked horrified, Sister Margret was shaking in her seat, her face so stern it looked as if her forehead was about to crack in two. She started to feverishly whisper to the sister next to her. She jumped out of her seat and scurried behind the speakers, desperately trying to unplug them. Connie and Lina kept going, never missing any lyrics or steps. The speakers were eventually cut off, and the hall erupted into thundering applause. Chris stood up, whopping and pointing proudly at his daughter. "That's my girl! That's my daughter!" You laughed at his yells of pride and stood up with him, clapping widely. The lights went up, and Connie's eyes went straight to the pair of you. She was blushing, but when she saw you, she beamed and waved. A sister grabbed both of them by the shoulder and frog-marched them off stage to a waiting Sister Margaret. She beckoned Chris over too, and for the first time, Chris's jubilation faltered.
"I think I'm about to get told off."
********
"Again," Chris said for the fourth time "I am so sorry for getting you into trouble honey." Connie poked her head up from her giant bowl of ice cream.
"It's only a week of no break times Dad. Besides, it gives us time to learn our next dance."
"Next dance?" You frowned.
"Lina's older sister wants us to do another dance for her birthday, to a song called s&m?" Connie shrugged "should be fun."
Chris's eyes widened, but you shook your head. Maybe not tonight. Instead, he went up and refilled all your ice cream pots, putting on so many reeses pieces the ice cream was lost. It was Connie's favourite though, and she squealed in delight before tucking in once more.
"But I'm proud of you." Chris threw his arm over his daughter and brought her into his side, her head barely reaching his shoulder. He kissed her head and smiled proudly towards you "didn't she do amazing?"
"You did amazing," you smiled.
Connie blushed once more. "Lina was better at the dancing than me."
"Are you kidding? You got moves, kid! Just like your mother," Chris winked, this time causing your cheeks to tinge pink. Praise and jokes were exchanged until it was time for them to go, the streets cold and icy with snow. Although she was nearly 9, Chris hooked Connie by her armpits and swung her onto his shoulders, one hand holding onto her wriggling foot, so she didn't fall off. The other handheld yours, making sure he kept close to you as you gingerly walked in your heels to the car. The snow was still falling in from the sky, and it stuck to your coat and to Chris's beard and made Connie look like a little old woman, her hair was so white. She squealed in delight not caring, sticking her little pink tongue out, trying to catch any snowflakes. It was the perfect image, and you feel your heart warm, seeing your small family together.
'I haven't done something yet today," Chris suddenly said.
"What?"
Chris stopped you for a second to lean in and give you a quick kiss, his lips warm and slightly cracked. He broke then there was another, and then he brought your intertwined hands up to his lips to kiss your hand, where your matching wedding bands knocked against each other. There were flecks of white clinging to his eyelashes, and his eyes glittered from the string of lights everywhere. "I love you both so much."
"I love you too."
"Love you three times !" Connie smiled. You both chuckled and continued to walk towards the car "Love you four times" Chris retorted.
"Love you five times."
"Six times."
"Ten times."
"A hundred times."
"One Gazillion and three!" Connie yelled, her smile triumphant.
"Wow. One Gazillion and three," Chris smiled to you "we're pretty damn lucky."
You squeezed his hand. "We really are."
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