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thunderheadfred · 3 years

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🦈Kirishima HC’s🦈

Absolutely no one asked for this i just like him a lot

He’s an adult in all of these. 20s-30s at least. Some NSFW because I’m a big perv. Minors do not interact. Shoo.

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General:

He is in the dictionary under Himbo, right next to Kronk.

Works part-time as a fitness instructor before making a name for himself as a pro hero. Most of his clients are middle-aged women, because he makes people feel safe. Before long, word gets around and he amasses this like. Loyal army of jacked housewives and older ladies who are his biggest possible fans. They mother-hen him like crazy.

Has a large and complicated extended family. Lots of cousins. You will never learn all their names, don’t even try. I have no idea if his parents have canon occupations but no matter what Horikoshi says, they actually own a mountain onsen. Kirishima went to the city by himself to go to middle/high school, his family is all off in the country somewhere and he gets homesick a lot but never admits it. He’s broke for a long time even after making it as a pro hero, because he sends most of his money back home.

He’s a dog dad. You cannot, WILL not convince me otherwise. Big dogs. Small dogs. Fancy dogs. Ugly dogs. He has a whole pack. He calls them all baby, sweetie, pupper, the worst and most embarrassing baby talk. Tells them about his day. All of his furniture is wrecked. He’s an active member in online dog groups, where he is careful to use a pseudonym and never show his face, but eventually people are going to figure out that Red Riot’s dogs look an awful lot like this one user’s....

He’s in a casual taiko group, always on the o-daiko. Loves participating in festivals and parades. He has never, ever, not once, worn a shirt while drumming. Probably has been gifted at least one antique taiko drum for his hero work, and he keeps it in his house but is too afraid to play it because it’s scary valuable “uhh it’s definitely haunted”

Regularly goes out drinking. Socially and responsibly, like clockwork, always with the same people. He’s a goddamned lightweight, and no one understands why. Will mope if he has to miss a night out at the izakaya.

So he’s clean, but sloppy. House looks like a tornado ripped through it, and nothing he owns matches. Not a single thing. I mentioned the dogs.

Will absolutely use “manly” as a replacement for “awesome,” and will constantly tell you how manly you are. Your actual gender is a non-issue. If you hang out with him for more than five minutes you’re manly as hell now.

He cries a lot? Sometimes it’s for show but he gets genuinely misty-eyed over the dumbest things. Do NOT show him pictures of puppies.

He’s good at braiding hair. His or yours. When his hair isn’t hardened, he likes doing all kinds of wacky stuff with it. He usually keeps it long enough for braids, ponies, buns, quirk-assisted faux-hawks, whatever. Mina has given him many bad ideas. He will definitely steal your hair bands and accessories, if you use them.

His fridge is just like, meat and beer. He will, if forced, consume perhaps one single vegetable. Unfortunately, his B.O. reflects this. God bless him - he showers and bathes daily, because he works out a lot and is just generally hygienic. But don’t ever touch his socks barehanded.

He wears the cheapest, most predictable cologne you can imagine, the kind that comes in an aerosol can and punches a hole in the ozone every time he sprays his pits. It smells stupidly good on him. How. so fucking manly. you kind of hate him for getting away with it.

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And now, the 🌶 Spicy Ones 🌶

Does not date or hook up much; wants a serious relationship.

Has a tough time getting dates, weirdly. He’s still secretly insecure, but mostly he’s got rocks for brains and never knows how to flirt. He ends up friendzoning most of the people interested in him, because he is, in fact, a little too chivalrous for his own good and can never make the first move. He’s an emotional open book, but clueless romantically. I recommend being extremely straightforward. Draw him a map if you have to.

Is afraid to kiss you too deeply because of the teeth. Will take a lot of gentle encouragement to get him comfortable, but once he knows you’re safe, he’s going to be kissing you all the time. Like, too much. People are gawking, Kiri, for God’s sake.

He radiates massive doses of husband/dad energy. Will immediately marry the hell out of you. If you are capable of and willing to have his children, you are going to get extremely pregnant. Very quickly. Not necessarily a breeding kink (though why not), he just really wants to start a family with you.

He’s Big. Just huge. Tall and broad, and also... his dick is a summit and you will need to prepare for the climb. He’s had problems in the past because no, not everybody wants ALL THAT inside them. That said, if you can handle it? Woof.

Hard as a rock is No Joke with this man. Can and WILL use his quirk on his dick. If you don’t think that’s the first thing he mastered as a teenager I dont know what to tell you. Ever used a glass dildo? Well buckle up cuz it’s like if a massive glass dildo whispered sweet nothings in your ear and held you close in big strong arms and fucked you till you cried. It’s a sometimes thing. Otherwise you’d simply pass away.

He loves your brains. Your smarts and wit are a huge turn on, and he gets a boner when you use a word he doesn’t know. He also loves fucking your brains completely out, so that you cant use any words at all.

He’s a devout church-going body-worshipper. He’s so jacked that’s it’s constantly intimidating, like, how dare you stand next to this chiseled statue of a man?! but whether you love power-lifting with him or would rather die than exercise, he’s gonna treat you like the prettiest fucking piece of cake on planet earth.

Size kink ahoy; he gets his big grabby mitts on you... and you psychologically lose three feet. Doesn’t matter how tall or small or fat or thin you are, you are getting groped, squeezed, and manhandled. You didn’t even know it was possible to get thrown around like that; always onto something soft.

Not dominant. Not unless you ask very, very nicely. had a brief pushy phase at the peak of his teenage manliness obsession, unconsciously trying to be more like Bakugou, but he quickly realized controlling people wasn’t really him. It certainly isn’t very manly. Doesn’t want any toxic masculinity in his love life, even as roleplay.

That said, he can and will be a soft dom, if that’s what you want. After some practice, he’d get pretty good at it too. But his natural sexual groove is goofy, a bit awkward. Usually finds a non-sexual excuse to touch you at first; prepare to get tickled a lot. If you sit in his lap it’s all over.

If you get dominant with him, even a little, he’s gonna turn to putty in your hands. Go ahead and boss that big dumb puppy around. Nothing turns him on like seeing you get exactly what you want.

You’ll have morning wood pressed up against your ass. Every damn day. He might hump and grope you in his sleep, moaning a little. Usually it just wears off. If you wake him up to fuck, he’ll have no idea what’s going on but will be like “hell yeah i guess this is happening”

Gives oral like a starving man. Has absolutely zero reservations, because he knows his tongue and hands can’t hurt you. Will be as loud and messy as possible. If you get embarrassed or shy about it, he’s going to mumble sweet talk directly into your junk until your teeth fall out.

He’s vocal in bed. Growly. A moaning groaning disaster. He says the sweetest, gentlest things... has the cleanest dirty talk you’ve ever heard, but tenderness filtered through his bourbon-barrel chest comes out all dark and rumbly, especially when he’s close. you feel his “I love you” in your bones

He thinks making his partner cum is the manliest thing he can do. Any orgasm is good, but if you cum untouched on his dick, he’ll be riding that high for days

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sleepy-belphie · 4 years

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Hello! I don’t know if you’re doing headcannon requests but if you don’t mind could you do something along the lines of “the brothers find out mc likes to draw and drew the brothers”

Hi! I am doing hc requests so thank you for sending this in! It was actually really fun to write, I really hope you enjoy it <3 Got a little carried away with this one too lol

Tags: @kawaiiblack

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Lucifer:

He’s doing room checks as usual

And you left your sketchpad/drawing tablet out on your desk

You catch sight of it a bit too late and can only watch as Lucifer moves from your dresser to your desk

He pauses as his eyes spot the sketchpad/tablet

He picks it up and looks at it before glancing at you

“May I?”

You nod and nervously watch him go through your work

His face is unreadable as he goes through drawing after drawing of him and his brothers

It feels like an eternity before he finishes

“Do you do commissions?”

It takes a moment for you to register what he’s said

“...what?��

“I’d like to commission you.”

If you do traditional art he asks for a 30x40 of him and his brothers

If you do digital art he asks for a colored, full-body piece of him and his brothers

He lets you decide how much you want to be paid

But he thinks it’s not enough so he pays you 55,000 Grimm

The 30x40 piece hangs in his study

The colored, full-body piece is printed, framed, and sitting on his desk

Mammon:

He bursts into your room one night when you’re finishing up a drawing of Satan and Asmo

You’re not fast enough to hide it from him

“Is that Satan and Asmo? Oi! Where’s my drawing!?”

Before you can show him anything else he’s speaking again

“N-not that I care! It’s hard to capture this perfection! I can see why you haven’t drawn me!”

He tries to act unbothered, but you can see past his tsundere ways

Once he’s done declaring how unbothered he is, you show him some pieces with him in it

He grabs the pad/tablet excitedly and snatches it from you to marvel over your work

“This is actually really good, ya know? I bet we could make some good Grimm off your little talent.”

You can practically see the dollar signs in his eyes

But you tell him that is not happening and take your pad/tablet back

He’s a bit mopey about it for a little but eventually lets it go when he sees you aren’t budging

When he does have a little bit of Grimm he does commission you for a small piece

The brothers’ eyes almost bulge out of their head when they hear that Mammon actually paid you for work

“What!? The Great Mammon can be nice sometimes! It doesn’t mean anything!”

It means a lot actually

But you’re a pro at reading between the lines with Mammon

Leviathan:

He’s on social media when he sees a drawing on his explore page that he’s absolutely in love with

The art style? Immaculate. He wanted to see so many of his favorite game and anime characters in this style

He imagines Ruri-chan in your art style and his brain just *internet dial-up noises* for about five minutes

He goes to the artist’s profile and starts scrolling through all their posted work

He pauses when he comes across a drawing that looked suspiciously like him in his demon form

The face was blacked out but the serpentine tail, the horns, the diamonds on the neck, the side zipped hoodie

It had to be him

In shock, he scrolls back to the top of the profile and checks out the bio and name of the artist

He is greeted by a very familiar face and name

He is in your room less than 2 minutes later

“You! Y-You did this!?”

You almost drop your pad/tablet thanks to his outburst and abrupt entrance

You look at the DDD that was shoved in your face and slowly nod

You thought he was gonna blow up at you for posting a drawing of him, even though his face wasn’t in it

You are very wrong

Levi becomes your #1 source of income

The moment you finish a piece, he is commissioning you again

You worry that he’s draining his bank account because he tips you very well

But he isn’t bothered at all by it

All of your pieces are on display in his room

He also posts all of your art on his social media and tags you

Your page explodes in popularity and the commissions are rolling in from his online friends

You had no idea otakus pay so well

Mammon is very jealous of the amount of Grimm you have piling up

Satan:

One day he asks you about your hobbies and you tell him you draw

“What do you draw?”

Cue internal conflict on if it’s weird to tell someone you’ve been drawing them and their brothers since you’re always around each other

He senses your hesitation and like the smart ass he is, he’s able to guess exactly why

“Would your hesitance be because of the subject of your art?”

He knows too much for his own good

You decide it’s best for him to see it instead of telling him

Being a fan of literary art, you were worried he may be overly critical of your fine art

He was not the type to sugarcoat anything

However, he simply smiles and hands your pad/tablet back

“You’re incredibly talented, MC.”

A few days later he asks you to tag along with him while he handles something

That ‘something’ is going to feed some stray cats he’s come across

“MC, I’d like to commission you. I’ve found homes for these cats but I want something to remember them by. Will you help me?”

How can you say no to a man holding four cats in his arms?

You take some photos for reference and make four different pieces for him

When you give them to Satan, you swear you’ve never seen a bigger smile on his face

He framed them all and keeps them on top of his bookshelves

Asmodeus:

He found out through Levi’s social media

He commissioned you for a piece of him and the protagonist of a game he recently started playing

This piques Asmo’s interest and he wonders if you’ve ever drawn him before

He approaches you when you’re in the kitchen grabbing a drink

“Hi, darling. I saw the piece you did for Levi and naturally if you’ve done one of him you’ve probably drawn my beauty as well, right?”

You decide to show him since he brought it up

He’s gushing over all of your art

No, seriously, he is praising you so much even the tip of your ears start burning from your blush

He commissions you to draw him in many different ways

Him in his bedroom, him in the bath, him as a mermaid, him as an exotic dancer

He comes to you with so many different ideas

He tests your limits but you actually like that

Beelzebub:

Beel is rather stoic, but he doesn’t mean to be

It was his resting face and smiling was usually reserved for eating yummy food

But you wanted to practice drawing him with different expressions

Beel’s welcoming manner gave you the courage to approach him and ask if you can take some pictures of him to use for a reference

He’s shocked you wanna draw him but agrees with the condition that he gets to see some of your other work

You show him different pieces of him and his brothers and he’s smiling the entire time

“These are all so good. I didn’t know you could draw.”

He commissions a piece of him and Belphegor and one of all seven brothers

But he also asks if he can watch you draw them

You both spend quite a few nights together

You drawing and him munching on snacks and feeding you some every once in a while

His presence is actually pretty calming so you ask him if he minds staying around while you work even after you finish his commission

Beel being Beel, agrees to keep you company

The night usually ends with him carrying you to bed

Sometimes, he takes you to his bed to cuddle

Belphegor:

Belphie was actually the first brother you drew

You came across him asleep in the attic once and he looked so perfect

Your fingers were itching to draw him, so you did

It became a routine for you to head to the attic and draw him while he slept

You always crept out before he woke up

You thought he had no idea of your little practice sessions

But one day you looked down to fix a mistake you made on his nose

When you looked back up you saw Belphie staring right at you

“You know, if you’re gonna draw me the least you can do is show me.”

You try to stammer out an apology as he sits up

“Oh, I don’t care. You don’t make noise or anything, I’m just very hyperaware of my surroundings. So I know when someone is in the same room as me when I sleep.”

He moves over to you and looks at your pad/tablet

“Hm, not bad MC. Show me your other work some time.”

Then he goes back to his sleeping spot, curls up, and falls back asleep

You sit there with your pencil/stylus in your hand, trying to wrap your head around what just happened

But he didn’t seem disturbed so you continue drawing

When he wakes up you show him more of your work featuring his brothers

He asks if he can have a quick sketch you did of him and Beel

You jokingly say he has to pay for it

He actually pays you for it

He puts it up in his room

It’s nice to see when you visit him and Beel

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me fluff #obey me reader insert #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me levi x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me belphie x reader #Anonymous

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kirishimas-manly-eyeliner · 4 years

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A full, entire list of headcanons for a day with:

1. ☼ waking up with him ☼6am-8am

i don’t know about y’all, but i like to headcanon that todoroki’s morning face is absolutely adorable 🥺

he doesn’t wake up like mr. perfect whenever you see him, but since it’s so early in the morning, his cheeks are just- so- squishyyyy

he looks like a fricken baby with the softest expressions ever

he stares at you and grins, still lying down and stretching his arms out

todoroki doesn’t look at his phone first thing in the morning, or even go to wash his face once he wakes up

the very first thing he does when he wakes up is to gently wrap his arms around your still body, as he kisses your scalp and holds you in the quiet of the morning

he likes to stare at your face, so calm and just so… at peace

he caresses his hand on your cheek before kissing your nose 🥺🥺

he wakes you up in such a gentle way that it’s just not even funny omfg-

i like to imagine that he opens up the curtains for gentle light first, and opens up the window for a cool wave of air

he takes your hand, “good morning, princess.”

“‘morning, my prince, but can we have like,, five more minutes-”

“i already know five minutes is the same thing as ten minutes for you. we should get up while we can.”

“alright, fine, but good morning to you too,”

his hair is ruffled in this ADORABLE WAY that makes my heART SIMPLY COMBUST

for breakfast, i LiKE tO tHiNK tHaT hE TakEs BaCon AnD sLapS iT oN hiMsELf-

i’m only like,, half-kidding, but uGH PLEASE GIVE HIM SOME SOBA AND LET HIM DO THE REST

man’s got everything handled, don’t worry ‘bout it 😌😌

for morning training, it starts as early as 7 in the morning

it’s nothing too intense, more of just him doing yoga

OMGWFHFIUHLIUF TODOROKI WOULD EITHER SLAY AT YOGA OR JUST SUCK IN GENERAL

NO IN-BETWEEN AT ALL

he literally looks like a fricken stick trying to bend and he’s just so awkward and flustured like ????

or either, man’s is SLAYING IT and hitting that tree pose, absolutely nailing the downward dog and killing it with the cobra

you laugh at him as he smiles, and expect him to do the,, lil,, lingering touches if y’all know what i mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

you had to buy multiple yoga mats because he ended up singeing them all on accident when he got flustered

and yes, his left side sets on fire when he’s flustered, and that is just the softest thing

2. ☏ [2/5] going to online school with him ☏ 8am-12pm, 2pm-4pm

todoroki makes sure that you focus, which is kinda a problem if you’re like me

…and you just don’t focus-

dw though, because if you ever zone out, man’s will be sure to be prepared because he can and will force you into getting focused again

he promises you a kith whenever you finish a class 🥺🥺❤️

“i love you, but i really don’t want to do this today.”

(honestly, i would like to headcanon that you probably do online school with rolling chairs, so you’re probably gonna be spinning whenever you get bored)

“and i love you, but here we are, my love. the day will be over before you know it,” he brings out the softest smile ever before cupping your face and pecking your nose

since todoroki has online class as well, he sits next to you to be able to hold your hand off-camera beCAUSE YAS

if you two ever get caught, his left side literally lights tf up

you thought man’s would be cool and collected the whole time, but NOPE HE’S JUST AS FLUSTURED AS YOU BABY

but you put it aside and say you were just petting your cat

todoroki also most definitely has some sort of fancy candle or a spray or whatever that he uses to stay focused

once or twice, he’ll most definitely spray way too much, so in one instance you had to go outside

in the backyard

and do your homework there as the wind blew all of your printed papers away

but anyways-

todoroki is on the top of his game to make sure that yOU STAY HYDRATED

IF YOU’RE READING THIS GO DRINK SOME WATER YOU MALNOURISHED AND DEHYDRATED ANGEL

he smiles at you whenever he sees that you’re stuck, and the way his eyebrows furrow in such a cute way just fricken asdfghjklkmnbvcxzaqwertyujhgcwjvhhviu

if you ever get burnt out, he plants a kiss on your forehead and holds you until you have to go to your next class, and gets you a wet towel to just feel better and *sparkles* fresher

oh and FIGHT ME, he most definitely opens up the doors and uses natural light rather than turning the lights on

if you ever feel frustrated or just feel too overhwhelmed, he takes your hand and asks you to breathe with him before pulling you into a hug

he would be such a good companion for online school, please keep him 🥺

3. ♨ lunch + study sessions with todoroki ♨ 12-1pm

SOBA

IF YOU CAME HERE AND EXPECTED SMTHN ELSE YOU CONFUSE ME

hear me out, todoroki literally makes the best soba in the world

expect him to use his quirk and make it colder bc no one wants warm soba

especially todoroki 😠😠❤️❤️

while you’re taking a nap or you’re trying to catch up on your homework, man’s is making absolute magic in the kitchen

when he calls you into the kitchen to eat, everything is set in such an aesthetically pleasing way

“todo, you made this?”

he’ll grin and say quietly, “no, my love. someone attacked and came in and made this and left through the window.”

he’s such a dork sometimes we love that

you also take a lot of photos before you eat, and the way your eyes light up fills him with so much happiness

“how does it taste?”

“you’re making me sound like i’m on master chef or something, one second, i’m still taking the photo!”

but when you do eat it, every time, even when you might not like it– you compliment him

and he literally acts like a child in that time and i think that’s ADORABLE

as for the study sessions, he makes sure that you actually focus instead of wasting the hour you guys have together

and even if you don’t want to, he drags your butt from where you were procrastinating

“it’s out of love.”

“out of love? babe i was having such a nice nap, are you kidding me?”

todoroki just grins as he opens up the windows for ventilation to study

i like to headcanon that he honestly probably listens to classical music when he studies

he despises jazz

i should literally make a list of headcanons for class 1a and their music taste-

he sends you little texts whenever he sees you get bored and go on your phone

4. ☼ ☽ [4/5] showers with todoroki + cuddling ☾☼5-8pm

you had a long day at work, and you were just getting things ready and preparing to go to bed

tired and exhausted, your body trudged towards into the bath for a much needed shower

you rubbed your eyes, drained and exhausted as your eyes locked with todoroki’s

…wait, todoroki’s?

“ah! i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to, just-”

he peeks his head through the shower door, “no, i don’t mind it. care to join me?”

“i- wha?”

but come on, how could you reject something like this? you stepped into the shower before goin’ like “JEEZ WHY’S IT SO COLD????”

todoroki just stares at you, insanely confused, “…what do you mean?”

“you should at least raise the temperature a little, if that’s okay with you?”

being honest, todoroki genuinely forgot that cold showers weren’t a universal thing– it was only then that he realized, since the tea kettle incident, he’d almost by-default take cold showers

but he’d honestly do anything for you, so he raises the temperature as he holds you, his skin soft and the shower finally beginning to steam up a bit

todoroki uses the best shampoo smell in the entire world

just imagine the best scent in the entire world, but at first, you could only find a hint of it, and you thought that what you could smell was all you had

but then WABAM, one day an entire jackpot just shows up with everything

that’s what it feels like showering with todoroki

honestly, the man’s there whenever you need him

definitely loves to play with your hair in the shower, his hands are somehow so soft as he kisses your scalp

but shoto tries his best not to take too many peeks, and if he does he apologizes lmao

OH OH and he most definitely uses your lotion on one instance, so this one time when you saw him come out of the shower you’re just like,, “is that,, my lotion?”

he just stares and nods. “yeah.”

you laugh as you cup his face in your hands, “it smells good, i like it. but keep in mind i have to pay for that-”

he probably says it’s fine and uses endeavor’s credit card

even when you’re in the shower though and he sees your body for the first time, he flushes like crazy

what is this feeling??

he might see your stretch marks, he might see your scars, your acne, whatever it is you’re insecure about, but he gingerly and just so carefully kisses them all

“you’re… beautiful.”

for cuddling, he probably does the same thing– he holds your hand, and if he notices your scars, he kisses them and pulls you in closer to his chest

ALSO LIKE JEEZ MAN’S IS TOUCH STARVED

PLEASE GIVE HIM CUDDLES OMFG

please kiss his scar btw, he might be kind of sensitive about it, but it definitely makes him feel less insecure about it

he might be honestly going on his phone and looking through the news, or he might be looking at cooking videos ngl-

*cough cough soba*

he caresses your cheek, expect him to not know how to act at first

but then he decides to try making the first move and spoons you

bUT LIKE- I CAN SEE HIM AS THE LIL’ SPOON 😭

you make him so insanely happy

5. dating todoroki would include…

hate to break it to y’all’s, but man’s takes an eternity to ask you out

he probably went to the bakusquad for love advice

the poor bby is so confused, and at first, he’s convinced he has a disease

“i think… i’m allergic to y/n.”

(he’s still with the bakusquad,) “what do you mean?” denki honestly be tapping his pencil as he stares at todoroki

“whenever i go near them– i end up feeling weird, i suppose. i get nervous. i don’t know why though. i feel oddly giddy when i talk to them. should i get it checked out?”

at this point, mina and denki’s efforts to hide in laughs are in vain

when they actually burst out, they end up laughing so hard that they get tears in their eyes

todoroki is so confused, “???????”

sero def joins in with the drama, “i-” he stops to snort, “todoroki, have you ever heard of a crush?”

todoroki stands, dumbfounded for a solid minute before his ENTIRE left side just starts toasting

“i… i do like y/n. i like y/n. i like y/n. i like y/n.”

POOR BABY GOES CRAZY and repeats that statement for a solid minute yet again

he’s very confused and flustered at the same time

todoroki honestly tries asking the entire class what to do for his date, and everyone is saying something completely different:

“a movie theatre, kero.”

“an at-home dinner, maybe? you can save money-”

“study dates are very important.”

“✨ take her to the disco ✨“

“go to the amusement park!”

“maybe you two can just have a walk around town?”

“go to a strip clu-”

“SHUT UP MINETA-”

at the end of the day, todoroki’s left more confused than he ever was before, so he just decides to go for it all on his own

after a few more hours of contemplating his date and life choices, he decides how to ask you and where to take you

once he musters the courage, he asks you to meet him after class

you’re lowkey confused, but definitely giddy to be able to meet your crush again

at first, todoroki had this entire speech planned, but the moment he saw you, he stopped and forgot all of his words

“uh, do you want to eat food?”

took a while for you to realize what he was implying, and the way he was flushing and looking at the floor was just so soft and you nodded–

“you mean– go on a date?”

todoroki, still very much hiding his face, nods

“haha, i’d love to! where should we go?”

it takes him a while to compose himself again as he stares at you,

“would the ice skating rink be okay?”

so that day, that’s just what you did :DD

at first, todoroki’s kind of scared to hold your hand in case he ends up getting too caught up in himself

but eventually, you let him know that you don’t really mind as you head over to the rink

Elsa Todoroki for 2021™

man’s is a NATURAL

he be gliding everywhere, and you can see him for a split second, smiling as he skates around so fricken gracefully and i think that’s adorable

todoroki laughs into your ear as he pulls you in to help you balance

you two were skating normally, until you were suprised in the back of the rink as you fell over

“are you okay?”

“yeah, i’m good, don’t worry about it-!”

he pulls you up, his hands firm against yours

for a split second, you make eye contact for a few seconds too long

he finds himself lost in them, as he tightens the grip on your hands, your body still leaning against his arms as if you were in mid-salsa dance

he gazes into your eyes, before thinking: “this is the person. this is the person that i want to spend my whole life, an entire life with– they’re so strong, caring, kind… and there’s so much more to them than i thought.”

…before pressing his lips onto yours, and suddenly, everything stops

your mind is empty and blank, when you realize:

shoto todoroki is kissing you

and you were kissing him back.

you almost forget that breathing is a thing before you realize that you were nearly out of breath as todoroki pulled away before kissing you again, his hands cupping your face as you pulled closer against his chest

when you finish, you see that parts of his jacket were smoking after the kiss

literally smoking

“that was… that was… wow.”

todoroki laughs, “wow was right, a word i’d use.”

you’re about to talk again, when you hear screaming and cheering in the background

“LET’S!! GO!! Y/N!! AND!! TODO!! ROKI!!”

and yas– the entire bakusquad, willingly or unwillingly followed you there

even if it was a lot, todoroki’s happier than ever as he kisses you again

and all you could say?

that day the best day of your life.

thank you for making it this far, love!! this will be a continued series with bakugo + izuku coming up next, stay tuned :) to join my taglist for the next few characters, click here ^^

taglist: @cherry-cake-pies, @xuxisushi-1

#FINALLY FINISHED IT WUFHWLIUFHIUF #WHY IS IT SO HARD WRITING FOR TODOROKI???#PLS GIVE ADVICE #todoroki x reader #todoroki x gn!reader #todoroki hcs #mha hcs #shoto todoroki hcs #please reblog! <3 ^^;;;;#shoto todoroki headcanons #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #todoroki x you #todoroki

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simeonisalesbian · 3 years

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Ever wondered what domestic life would be with the ladies? 🤔 Like MC and their s/o get their own place for privacy, that gay thoughts been living in my head rent free 😖

Anon you found my weak spot 🥺 I've always been a sucker for cute domestic gay shit.

Lucifer:

Getting away from her sister's actually lifted so much stress of her shoulders

She was a bit nervous moving in with you honestly. Not that she'd show it.

Without her sisters continously causing mischief or pranking her office constantly She found she actually had a good amount of free time on her hands.

That free time went towards you of course

Slow dancing around the house as one of Lucifer's records play throughout the house is an common occurrence

She will always make sure to give you a kiss with a quick "I love you" before either of you leave the house. Even if it is to just take Cerberus on a short walk.

Whenever she comes home from a long meeting at RAD she'll lay down on the couch with her head in your lap ranting about everything that went wrong.

Even if you were there she just finds it nice to rant to you. She trusts you after all.

Mammon:

Mammon is so very excited to get your own place together

No sisters to nag on her every move? Helllll yesss

She gets to spend time alone with you whenever she wants? If you told her she was back in heaven she'd totally believe you.

she will constantly bring home various objects for decoration saying "it reminded me of ya!"

Minimalism is for boring rich people anyway.

as much as she talks, she does really cherish the moments where your both just sitting quietly in each other's presence doing your own things

Occasionally she'll just look up at stare at you during these moments with a sappy smile at her face.

If you ask her what's up she'll just say "I really love you ya kno?" Before going back to what she was doing before. Her "cool" facade being forgotten knowing it's just you two around

Leviathan:

She was really concerned that you'd changed your mind midway when moving all her figurines to your new place

Living alone with you just really seems too good to be true. Just keep reassuring and she'll stop doubting your love eventually.

Henry 2.0 has his own room with all of Levi's gaming and streaming equipment. Her figurines are also near Henry's tank because Levi is "afraid he'll get lonely in his own room"

She still doesn't leave the house much since she can still do most everything online but she has a whole house now instead of just her own room. Which is nice

Whenever you pop in while she's streaming she'll smile at you before asking if you want to say hi to her viewers.

If you do you should give her a quick kiss on camera before leaving her a blushing smiling mess.

If not she'll nod and turn to the camera saying she'll be right back before going to see what you wanted.

Late night anime marathons until one or both of you pass out on the couch.

You wake up with your limbs entangled with hers. She'll wake up not soon after she feels you stirring. She'll smile sleepily saying "Mornin normie. Lov u"

It will take a bit before either of you to realize it wasn't even morning and both of you slept past noon.

Satan:

Living alone with you means she can finally have her own cats.

The first cat, the both of you adopt together. afterwards it's fair game though.

She'll often come home with a stray cat she found always giving an excuse like "it was hurt see?" Or "They looked so cold MC. I'm the avatar of wrath but I'm not heartless."

She knows she can't keep every cat she comes across and does promise to look for good homes for some of the strays.

the two of you also invest in plenty of book shelves to prevent any walking hazards throughout the house. Of course with the cats though there are still plenty of those.

You've already tripped over a cat several times. Whenever Satan is nearby though she always makes sure to catch you. She'll laugh before asking "are you falling for me again MC?" Before giving you a kiss.

She will always bring a book to bed and will happily read aloud to you to help lull you to sleep.

Asmodeus:

she is absolutely thrilled to have a place on to yourselves

Oh all the things you could do without her pesky sisters around😘 (only if you consent of course)

the bathroom is arguably on of the biggest rooms and is filled to the brim with various beauty supplies.

The bathtub alone looks about the size of a small pool, which asmo argues is entirely necessary. You're pretty sure she just wants and excuse to bathe with you more often than not

Whenever she comes home from shopping, wether you joined her or not, She insists on having a little fashion show.

wether it's you wearing the outfit or her it always ends the same where you both collapse on the bed giggling at the silliest photos she took. (and will keep for herself instead of posting)

She'll cuddle into you before saying "I love you to the moon and back MC. You're the best."

Beelzebub:

her first concern is how the both of you are going to afford all the food she eats. She's really afraid she's gonna bankrupt you.

After this is resolved tho she settles into domestic life with you very easily.

She'll always try to include you in her workouts if you want. Anything from letting you sit on her back while she does push ups to guiding you through various exercises you can do yourself

she also likes going on morning jogs with you. She always goes slower than she'd go on her own but she wants to make sure you can keep up.

The both of you always make meals together. Though it's mostly you cooking and Beel taste testing.

Once you point out she's "tasted" half of the meal she'll apologise keep her hands busy by hugging you from behind and her mouth will be busy giving you kisses on the top of your head.

She'll always compliment your cooking following the statement with a "I love you so much."

Belphegor:

she acts pretty indifferent to moving in with you but really she's pretty nervous

she always roomed with her twin except for when she was stuck in the attic. So such a big change scares her more than she'll ever admit.

she settles down soon enough. She still talks to beel almost daily and she's become pretty confident that you won't leave her all alone.

even though the house has ceiling lights, she never turns them on preferring to turn on lamps or the fairy lights.

she'll also hiss and throw her pillow at you if you turn on one while she's in the room yelling at you to turn it off.

she does sleep most of the time still but you've figured out quickly enough that she's very ticklish

so anytime she's refusing to wake you quickly run your fingers over her sides gaining high pitched squeals of laughter. This of course leads to an all tickle war.

It always ends with the two of you out of breath still giggling a bit when Belphie shakes her head staring at you like you hung the stars saying "you're lucky love you." Before hugging you close for another nap.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me genderbend #obey me headcanons

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vampsiltonpitch · 3 years

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Get to know me tag

Thanks for tagging me, @iminthisstanshit 💛

Gonna put a cut here, bc it’s longgg...

When is your birthday: October 23rd

What is your favourite colour: Blueeeee

What is your lucky number: I don't have one and I've always wondered how people choose theirs 👀

Do you have any pets: Not rn, but I used to have a fish

How tall are you: 1.65 m

How many pairs of shoes do you have: I have... a lot. I’m pretty sure I’m over 20. Ik I don’t need so many of them, but. Yes.

Favourite song: I can’t choose just one! I’m just gonna go with some kind of top 3 favorites I’d never get tired of, which would be, “Baby I’m Yours” by Arctic Monkeys, “Read My Mind” by The Killers, and “Ode To The Mets” by The Strokes.

Favourite movie: Again, top 3, “How to lose a guy in 10 days”, “Interestellar”, and “Hercules” (the Disney one!)

What would be your ideal partner: There’s no ideal for me, tbh. Like, I don’t have a list of specific things I’d like that person to have. But if they have a pretty smile, like to read, and smell good, that’d be cool hahah

Do you want children: Not something I’ve reeeeeally been dreaming about since kid, but I’m not opposed to it. It’s like, if it happens, it happens, and if it doesn’t, then it doesn’t. I’d be okay with both, I think (or at least think as of now). :)

Have you ever gotten in trouble with law: Nope, I’m quite the pacifist lmao

What colour socks are you wearing: They’re neon green omg

Bath or shower: Shower, always. I don’t really get the point of having baths asjkjs

Favourite type of music: I’m not sure if I’ve got one, bc my all playlists go super random. I’d classified it as varied.

How many pillows do you sleep with: I only use one, but I’ve three

Which position do you sleep in: If it’s not face-down, then it’s sideways, mainly to the left bc I’ve got reflux since I was a baby, sAD

What don't you like when you are sleeping: When I wake up in the middle of the night bc my bladder doesn’t know how to wait until the morninG, C’MON!

What do you have for breakfast: It depends on the day and how many time I’ve got for it, but I never go without coffee or tea.

Have you ever tried archery: Never, but that’d be cool

Favourite fruit: Strawberries<3.

Favourite swear word: I don’t swear that often, if ever hahah so I don’t have one, sorry kajsksj

Do you have any scars: Who doesn’t? I don’t have many that really stand out, but one of the biggest ones is on my hand from when I got burned with the clothes iron as a kid. 🤪

Are you a good liar: I’ve got away with so many of them in my life, I’m actually ashamed of saying yes...

What is your personality type: I’m always bad at describing it, but I guess I’d go with... easy going, super talkative, a good listener, random at times... Is it okay if label myself as kind and nice, too? Idk hahah

What is your favourite type of girl: Is this romatic-related? Friendship-related? Fiction-related? Too vague, guys. Too vague...

Left or right handed: Rightttt

Favourite food: BBQ RIBS WITH FRIES, MY BELOVEDSSS

Are you clean or messy: If you pay enough attention, you’ll notice there’s a cleanliness to my mess lmao

Favourite foreign food: I loooove pizza, sushi, and there are these two Korean meals called jjajangmyeon and tteokbokki that I just 🥰

How long does take for you to get ready: Tbh, it depends on the day. Sometimes I can get ready in half an hour, other’s it’ll take me two. What’s time, anyway?

Most used phrase: I tend to use the “STOP” and “PLEASE” a lot, but without context they’ve got no real meaning. Not that they’re a phrase, but..............

Are you a good singer: I can only wish

Do you sing to yourself: Yes! Not always, but it does happen.

Biggest fear: Not knowing what’s gonna happen to my loved ones once I pass away... Wait. Was it too dark? It was, wasn’t it? I guess I’d say fire, then. Prefer not to be close to it, thanks.

Do you like long or short hair: For myself, long. Tried to deal with short hair once and, nO. A BIG MESS. For the rest of the world, suit yourselves, guys!

Are you into gossip: I mean, aren’t you?

Extrovert or introvert: Actually I’m neither! I’m an ambivert, which is... interesting, I guess. Story time! Since I was a kid, I was always stuck in the middle, bc I fit in both depending on the situation, the people, the context, conditions, etc. I got my confirmation in high school. We were having this personality test kind of class in vocal orientation to see whether we were introverts or extroverts, and in what kind of profession we'd fit more. I came 50/50. The professor, who was also a psychiatrist, made me take a lot of tests, even those in online-completely-not-professional sites, and the results were always the same. So the conclusion was, "Hey, Nic, you're an ambivert. Congrats!" And that was that! 😂

Favourite school subject: Anything that was language-related. I love languages!

What makes you nervous: Er... many things. One of those could be when I was in school and the teachers started asking questions at random, bc what if they ask me and I don’t know the answer? A nightmare.

Who was your first real crush: There was this boy that went to kindergarten with me who was my very first little boyfriend lmaooo and technically, we never broke up! I just remember that we were A Thing, then summer came, and when we went back, he was gone. I just find it sad that his parents changed him schools and I never got to say goodbye. Anyway, shout out to Paulo Cesar! Hope you’re okay, wherever you are! 🤪

How many piercings do you have: Three!

How fast can you run: I avoid ruining. At all costs.

What makes you angry: Whenever people are rude for no reason. Like, it doesn’t cost a cent to be polite??? I’m sorry if you’re having a bad day, but it’s not my fault, you know?

Do you like your own name: I didn’t at first, and I used to change it. Now I’m okay with it.

What are your weaknesses: Why does this feel like a job interview? Akajskjas anyway, I tend to procrastinate a lot. Also, I’m a perfectionist to a point where I get frustrated pretty often if things don’t go as I would’ve liked to. Not my best moments, I’d dare say. 🙃

What are your strengths: Saw last point? Well. I do procrastinate, but once I get to work, I don’t stop until I finish. We could say I’m quite dedicated. And I learn fast, too! (Really, is this a job interiew?)

What is the colour of your bedspreads: Gray

What is the colour of your rooms walls: Lilac

DONE!! If you actually read all this, you’ve got my entire respect and you own my heart. Thank you so much for dealing with my stuff hahaha 🥺

I’m gonna tag @larrysballetslippers, @holyshit, @skyfulloflarry, @riddleandpottersittinginatree, @chaleshezza, @jostens-pitchtwo, and whoever else wants to do this. BYE. 💛

#tagged #💛

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raleighcarrera · 4 years

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holiday writing requests

wow feels weird to use the post title feature sdkjfdglfkgjfkjg

ANYWAY i’m opening up winter/holiday themed writing requests for choices & twc !! my goal is to do as many of these as i can before the end of the year but i’m going to try to space them out so please be patient and i’m sorry if i don’t get to yours or if it takes awhile

and thank you all for making my time here so far in 2020 so much fun and for being so nice to me since i made this blog in may ❤️

if you have a specific scenario or request in mind, just send me an ask, but otherwise a list of assorted prompts i’m accepting is under the cut !!

from here - winter/cold weather prompts:

1. first snowfall 2. hot chocolate 3. ice skating 4. blankets 5. fireplace 6. fuzzy socks 7. scarf 8. snowball 9. sweater 10. snuggling 11. snowed - in 12. mistletoe 13. candles 14. winter sunrise 15. eggnog

from here - winter/holiday writing prompts:

1. mistletoe kissing booth 2. makeout sesh in front of the fire, but someone is being a tad too respectful 3. snowball fight turns flirting, turns serious, then flirty again 4. snowed in and huddling for warmth 5. home for the holidays, but my parents won’t let us share a room so we sneak out to see each other

from here - winter/holiday sentence starters:

1. “it’s cold out here, can i borrow your jacket?” 2. “warm my hands up?” 3. “look! it’s snowing!” 4. “the car won’t start...” 5. “it’s supposed to snow tonight, you should just stay here...” 6. “i haven’t felt warmth in approximately twenty-three days.” 7. “that blanket looks big enough for two!” 8. “you’re cute when you’re cold.” 9. “it smells like i just walked into cinnamon hell.” 10. “can’t we stay in bed? it’s cold outside...” 11. “you’re not getting sick again, are you?” 12. “i’ll take care of you.” 13. “don’t slip!” 14. “i may or may not have gotten tangled up in the tinsel.” 15. “so... the tree is too big to fit through the door.” 16. “last minute gift shopping is an art, and you’re not ready for it.” 17. “all i want for christmas is you.” 18. “can i open just one? pleasseeee?” 19. “don’t be such a downer, mr scrooge.” 20. “i have michael bublé’s entire discography and an unopened bottle of wine.” 21. “i couldn’t find any gelt, but we do have raisins!” 22. “please don’t burn the house down.” 23. “normal people don’t own this many candles.” 24. “that’s the ugliest sweater i’ve ever seen.”

from here - winter/holiday prompts

1. “it’s almost midnight!” 2. “yeah, uh, alcohol doesn’t go in hot chocolate.” 3. “why does the house smell like a cinnamon roll threw up?” 4. “if you throw a snowball at my face so help me.” 5. “open your present!” 6. “wanna get shit faced instead?” 7. “why is there mistletoe everywhere?” 8. “i’m still sad you won’t be home for christmas.” 9. “aren’t you afraid of setting the house on fire with all the lights?” 10. “i hope you break your ass on that ice.” 11. “wait, no one got you anything?” 12. “so... we’re kind of snowed in.” 13. “it looks like the north pole threw up.” 14. “are you sure it’s illegal to kill carolers?” 15. “you didn’t think i’d let you spend christmas alone, did you?” 16. “i told you you were going to get sick if you stayed in the snow all day.” 17. “does that stocking have my name on it?” 18. “and now the power’s out.” 19. “you’ve never had a new year’s kiss?” 20. “you’re kind of cute when you look like rudolph.”-“the reindeer?”-“no, my dentist. yes, the reindeer.”

from here - december fanfic prompts

1. a snowball fight 2. overly bundled up for the weather 3, decorating the tree 4. ruining the holiday dinner 5. secret santa gift exchange 6. unwrapping presents 7. making cookies 8. new holiday traditions 9. work holiday party 10. eating candy canes 11. traveling for the holiday 12. a holiday proposal 13. drunk at new year’s party 14. a new year’s kiss

from here - christmas/winter starters

“sorry, it’s not me, it’s the eggnog.” “just so you know, i’m kind of stuck in the christmas lights.” “looks like you’re getting coal this year.” “i just took an online quiz and it said i was on the naughty list! if it was you i could see it, but not me!” “are you seriously crying over rudolph...?” “i just called to tell you merry christmas.” “please stop singing christmas songs.” “if you ring those dumb jingle bells one more time, i will wring your neck.” “oh my god, is that mistletoe...?” “what kind of christmas would it be if we didn’t play in the snow?”

from here - holiday au prompts

1. we don’t like each other, but we’re at a mutual friend’s christmas party and we keep getting caught under the mistletoe together 2. we both work at the mall’s pictures with santa event. you shouldn’t be able to look that attractive in an elf’s costume and we should not be hooking up in santa’s cottage on our break 3. why can’t you turn your christmas lights off at a reasonable hour? they’re way too bright and some of us are trying to sleep. if you won’t turn them off, i’ll turn them off myself 4. my parents keep pestering me about a boy/girlfriend, so i lied and now i need you to be my fake boy/girlfriend for the holidays 5. if you sing one more christmas song, I’m breaking the radio and kicking you out of the car. i don’t care how cute you are, i can’t take one more rendition of santa baby or all i want for christmas is you 6. you didn’t have anywhere to go for the holidays, so i invited you to come home with me as friends but my parents now think we’re dating

from here - more christmas aus

1. “i know we hate each other but it’s christmas eve and your flight was cancelled, please come inside.” 2. “i got you for secret santa so i got you this really expensive but sentimental gift that you’ve always wanted, hoping you’ll never find out it’s from me - and that i’ve been in love with you 1234567 years.” 3. person a seducing person b into taking a few steps back/backing them against the wall (”oh look, how did that mistletoe get right there?”) 4. i knitted you a jumper/mittens/scarf 5. “we were playing in the snow and you suddenly tackled me to the ground and now... we’re just... staring... at each other...” 6. "our christmas party turned into a tropical theme because the radiator is broken and it’s hotter than hell in here - damn you look good without a shirt, i never noticed before asgdhfjgkhl” 7. “we’re co workers who hate each other but you had too much to drink at the staff christmas party and admitted your love for me i don’t know how to act around you now.” 8. TEACH ME HOW TO SKI (lol jk i know how you’re just so fucking cute) 9. PULLING YOU IN FOR A KISS WITH A SCARF 10. “i did that annoying thing where i put loads of smaller boxes inside one big box and you’re getting really mad but you don’t know that the ring is in the smallest box and i can’t wait to see your face”

from here - christmas/holiday starters

1. “woah, someone drank too much egg nog.” 2. “i can’t believe i’m all alone during the holidays.” 3. “i hate snow. and smiling children.” 4. “if i hear one more christmas song, someone is getting strangled with tinsel.” 5. “the limit was $20, people. why do I see an iPhone?” 6. “i know who got me this. there’s only one person who knows me this well. it’s you.” 7. “this is really corny... but you’re already a gift to me.” 8. “have i been naughty this year?” 9. “oh, i’d ride in your sleigh.” 10. “your eyes twinkle like tree lights.” 11. “great, now my flight is delayed…” 12. “how am i supposed to get home in this weather?” 13. "do these dreidel cake pops look pinterest-y enough?” 14. “it’s not a ‘made-up’ holiday. all holidays are made up.”

from here - new year’s starters

1. “will you kiss me at midnight?” 2. “here's hoping the new year is better than the last.” 3. “this is the perfect way to ring in the new year.” 4. “i don't feel well...” 5. “did you just kiss me?” 6. “the stars are prettier than the fireworks.” 7. “let's ring in the new year right.” 8. “are you drunk?” 9. “can we go home?” 10. “hold my hand.” 11. “i think i drank too much.” 12. “let's get a cab.” 13. “you look silly.”

from here - cold weather starters

1. “it’s hand holding season.” 2. “i got the biggest blanket for us to share.” 3. “your cheeks are so red; it’s so cute!” 4. “this scarf isn’t big enough for two people.” 5. “maybe if i kiss you, you’ll feel warmer.” 6. “hug me; i’m cold and love you.” 7. “are you cold? let’s cuddle, it’ll make you warmer.” 8. “what time is it? don’t answer, it’s christmas.” 9. “if it snows, wake me up.” 10. “christmas songs this early?” 11. “please stay warm; i don’t want you to get sick.” 12. “i refuse to let you go – i’m cold.” 13. “it’s icy outside – also, can you help me limp to the couch?” 14. “i don’t need mistletoe to kiss you.” 15. “i’m glad I get to spend this season with you.” 16. “are you shivering?” 17. “i ran you a bath since it’s freezing outside.” 18. “stay in bed with me, it’s warmer here.” 19. “i don’t understand how you love this kind of weather so much.” 20. “are you blushing or cold?” 21. “oh, darn, i seem to have forgotten my mittens – please warm my hands?” 22. “i don’t think cold weather is an excuse to drink ten times more coffee.” 23. “well, you can never have too much hot chocolate.” 24. “i’m gonna stay up and wait for it to snow.” 25. “being with you makes the season even better.” 26. “since it’s cold should i start calling you ‘snow angel’?” 27. “are you going to share this coat with me all night?”

#writing prompts tag #anyway just send me a pairing and the prompt you want and happy holidays you guys 💕#love u #also if anyone wants to take any of these prompts i don't own them so feel free !! just link back to the original posts and give credit ok

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starbuckie · 4 years

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Some Quarantine Lovin’ Chapter Five: Love is a Many Splendored Thing

Marvel Highschool! AU

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Obscene amounts of fluff, kissing, swearing, kinda a lot of angst

Description: Bucky Barnes is absolutely, no doubt about it, in love with Y/N L/N. He’s loved her since the day he laid eyes on her in the third grade. He loved her when he had his own girlfriend, and when he was barely friends with her for a whole summer. And of course, in his freshman year, they are now stuck together. In a house. During a worldwide quarantine. This should be fun.

**WARNING: MENTIONS OF DEATH, CAR CRASH, MENTIONS OF ABUSE, AND INJURY IN THIS CHAPTER**

Words: 5,207 words

A/N: Hey guys! We’re almost at the end of this series, and I’m a little sad. This was my first ever fic, so it’s always gonna be my baby. This chapter deals with death, mentions of abuse, and a car crash, so if you didn’t see my warning above, and you are triggered by any of these things, please do not read because I don’t want to upset any of you. However, if you do read and find something offensive, please please contact me and I will do my best to fix it, and I don’t mean any harm at all, and am sorry in advance. Also, I listened to this “howlos” playlist while writing this and it is an absolute masterpiece. Moving on from that, thank you so much to my beta @transparentfestivaltiger as always, and thank you for reading!

(also seb looks like a freakin’ baby here)

Things didn’t change as much as Bucky thought they would after he and Y/N confessed to each other. They still had the same sweet friendship from before, but now they could sneak in a kiss or two, and there were a lot more heated glances and affection.

As soon as Y/N’s parents had come home that evening, they knew exactly what had happened. Of course, Mary and Charlie L/N had known that the pair of best friends liked each other: it had been obvious since the third grade. Though Y/N and Bucky may have not realized it that early, they had practically been an old married couple since the beginning of their friendship. Now that they were in a “relationship”(or as much of one as they could be in while quarantined together), they weren’t allowed to sleep in the same room together, and they were watched a lot closer. While Bucky blushed and apologized every time Y/N’s parents caught them kissing, Y/N laughed. She knew her parents were happy for her, and frankly, it was adorable to see Bucky turn into a bumbling mess.

It had only been two weeks into quarantine when they had kissed, so they unfortunately still had to go to classes. Of course, no one else knew about it but their friends, but Bucky wanted to yell it to the world, thus having him proclaim, “I kissed Y/N L/N!” in their physics class, which disturbed Mr. Fury, but he congratulated them nonetheless. Yeah, there was non stop teasing from their classmates after that.

The weeks kept rolling by, and soon enough, they had a week off of school for spring break, when Bucky took his best girl on a date. The two claimed to be in a relationship, but after Sam pointed out that Bucky had never actually asked Y/N out on a first date, he panicked. With the help of her parents, he managed to pull off a date at Prospect Park, right by the big lake. Bucky had insisted on being a “proper gentleman” like his mama has taught him, and went so far as to pick Y/N up from the front door, which her parents swore was the cutest thing they had ever seen. He made his mom’s old pumpkin pancake recipe, and they had breakfast for lunch, sitting in the grass, just talking for hours, and trying to refrain from removing their masks so they could make out with each other. Once it had finally hit evening, they walked hand in hand on the way back to her house and spent the rest of the night watching movies and cuddling.

After that, the duo wanted to spend the rest of spring break catching up on sleep that they had missed, but Y/N’s mom forced them to wake up at eight in the morning every day that week to get exercise. Neither of them were pleased. However, as much as they disliked the exercise, it gave them a chance to be alone. Y/N and Bucky went on tons of walks around Brooklyn, strolling down memory lane as they found someplace that they had forgotten about from when they were younger. It was nice for the two of them to just talk about their futures and how much the virus would affect it.

Spring break was unwillingly coming to an end, but Mr. L/N refused to let either one of the students be seen in online classes until they had cut their hair. Sure, it was only mid-April, but Bucky’s hair had turned into a messy flop of brown hair that fell just past his ears. While Y/N opted to cut her hair herself(which resulted in a choppy, uneven cut that Bucky and her family made fun of), Bucky asked Y/N to cut it for him.

“Are you sure, Buck?” She chided. “You saw how mine came out, and you make fun of it, yet you still ask me to do it?”

The messy-haired boy sat in a chair in the bathtub, in just his boxers, holding a spray bottle of water. “Y/N, your hair may look like shit,” he grinned at her face of mock offense, “But I trust you completely with mine. Plus, you’ll actually be looking at it while you cut.”

“I was looking when I did my hair!” Y/N argued.

Bucky laughed at her exasperation. “If you were looking in the mirror while cutting that, it makes it so much more sad.” She scoffed at his witty comeback and snipped off a piece of his hair. “Hey, give me a warning!”

“Sorry, baby,” she giggled. “Are you ready now?” With a deep exhale and nod of his head, Y/N took the spray bottle from his hands and began to dampen his hair. It didn’t take too long, just a few quick snips by the base of his neck, and she considered it done, and a hell of a lot less scruffy looking. She had spent her last day of break looking at styles and instructions on how to cut hair on Pinterest, and while she knew she wasn’t a professional, she thought she did pretty damn well.

“Okay, Buck, you can look now.” Y/N handed him a small compact mirror, and he dramatically squeezed his eyes shut. Rolling her eyes at his reaction, she said, “Come on, quit being a drama queen. I think you look very handsome.”

Finally, Bucky opened his eyes and looked at his shorter cut. She was right, it didn’t look too bad, and he looked less “homeless” as her father had called it. Running a hand through his freshly cut hair, he grinned, but stopped after taking in her words. “Was I not handsome before, doll?” He wore a small frown on his face, which Y/N kissed off.

“Buck, you’re always handsome, don’t be silly.”

He smirked and pulled her onto his lap. “I know.”

She leaned her head down on his shoulder and whispered, “Cocky bastard.” He delivered a pinch to her hip, which made her yelp. Grinning, he kissed her and she turned in his lap to straddle him. Her hands slipped into his freshly cut hair and tugged, making him moan a little into her parted lips. During their make out, however, they didn’t hear the footsteps of Mrs. L/N, and only looked up when they heard her groan.

“Good lord, can you two not keep your hands off of each other for five goddamn seconds?” Y/N quickly got up from Bucky’s lap under her mom’s careful watch. “Ria is on the phone, right now, but I’ll tell her to call back.”

At the mention of her older sister, Y/N jumped out of the bathtub. “No! No, I'm here, let me talk to her!” She scrambled to get to the phone, but slipped on the bath mat and landed on the tile with an “oof”. Bucky, being the protective boyfriend he was, immediately got up and ran to her.

“Are you okay, doll?” Her nose was a little red from bumping it on the ground, but she grinned nonetheless. Ria’s laughter could be heard over the phone, and her mom was trying very hard to stifle her laughter. With a quick nod, she took Bucky’s hand and got up.

“I’m great! Ria, you’re a little shit.” The girl stalked over to the phone and started talking and squabbling animatedly with her sister on the call.

Bucky and Mrs. L/N took one look at each other and started cracking up together. She pulled him into a hug, and whispered, “You make her so happy, Bucky. Thank you so much.”

He looked up to this mother figure of his and shook his head. “No. Thank you, Mrs. L/N, for being so happy for us. To be honest, I didn’t think you or Mr. L/N would be too happy ‘cuz of my father.”

The older woman frowned at Bucky and looked at him dead in the eyes. “You have nothing to feel guilty about, Bucky. Your father doesn’t define you as a person and trust me, James, you are the best kid that I know. You take good care of your little sister and all who you love, and every day I think about how lucky your mother was that she got to have a kid like you.”

Bucky’s eyes started to fill with tears, but he managed to whisper out a “thank you” with a croaky voice. Dropping a kiss to his forehead, Mrs. L/N walked away, leaving him with a sad smile on his face until Y/N popped her head back into the bathroom.

“Buck! Ria wants to talk to us both! She misses you a ton.” He wiped the tears from his eyes, which Y/N noticed, but didn’t mention, and went to grab his hand to walk to her bedroom and talk to Ria.

School started again the next day, leaving the six students in their friend group complaining and nearly on the verge of crying within the first two classes. They didn’t have finals this year, but teachers still assigned them “tests”, which really were the same thing with a different name.

As it grew closer and closer to the end of the year, it became hotter and hotter, Y/N and Bucky becoming sweaty messes in their study rooms. One particular early May afternoon, Y/N sat in her bedroom, waiting for her play rehearsal to start. This year, they were (going) to put on a production of Steve Martin’s Picasso at the Lapin Agile. She was cast as Freddy, the local Parisian bartender, so she was working on her accent with her lines from her script.

“Yeah, well, we're all writers, aren't we? He's a writer that hasn't been published, and I'm a writer who hasn't written anything.” Y/N spoke loudly. From behind her, she heard a booming laugh.

Bucky stood in her doorway, grinning, no shirt on due to the blaring hot weather. “If that was your French accent, then you definitely need to keep working on it.”

He walked into the room, swooping down to place a kiss on Y/N’s awaiting lips. His arms would’ve wrapped themselves around her shoulders, but she quickly pushed him back. Chucking at his frowning expression, she said, “It is way too hot to be hugging me right now, but we can settle for a romantic high five.”

“A what?”

She sighed like it was the most obvious thing. “Well, as much as I would love to, I cannot hug you right now because it’s too hot. What I can offer you, however, is a romantic high five. A high five that says, we’re not just friends, but we’ve been dating for about a month and it’s not just platonic.”

Amused expression on his face, he plopped himself down on her bed. “And how would one share a ‘romantic high five’ with their ridiculously beautiful girlfriend?” Grinning, she walked over to him and gave him a high five while kissing him. He smiled against her lips, and asked, “Like that?”

With one more peck, she sat back in her seat and picked up her phone. “Exactly like that.” They were fools who were completely, and utterly in love with each other, though neither of them had said it to the other yet. Lovesick smiles painted on their faces, they both sat staring at each other until Mrs. L/N suddenly broke into the room, wide eyes teary and a frown on her face. Both of the kids looked to each other, then at the mom.

“Mom, what is it?” It was concerning for Y/N to see her mom in this panicked state, considering that her mom was well put together, and she had only seen her break down on a few occasions.

She turned to Bucky, and with a small voice, said, “It's your father, Bucky. He’s gotten into a crash.”

Silence.

That was all that was left in the room. When Bucky’s heartbeat stopped pounding, he could hear his harsh breathing and see Y/N in front of him, her hand covering his heart. “James, can you hear me? You passed out.” Her hand moved to his cheek to wipe off tears he hadn’t even known were falling. “My mom’s getting Becca into the car so we can go to the hospital, though I told her you might not want to go right now. He’s going to be in surgery for the next few hours, but it’s whatever you need, okay, James? Whatever you need.”

He sat up, grabbing Y/N’s hands and squeezing on to them tight. “I want to go.” Though Bucky was worried, he pulled himself together on the outside. Goddamn it, Barnes, he thought, pull yourself the fuck together. He knew he was being too harsh on himself, but it was part of his nature, and he couldn’t get rid of the nagging voice in his head telling him to do better. “I’ll go put a shirt on and meet you guys in the car. Do your parents have masks?” Y/N nodded, tears in her eyes, and placed a featherlight kiss to his forehead before he left.

He grabbed a hoodie from the guest room, and turned to leave, but saw Becca’s baby animal book. It had been his before, something his mom would read to him to calm him down, and he saw it as his comfort object. Snagging it from the bedside table, he ran through the halls and out the door, where he saw Mr. and Mrs. L/N sitting in the front, and Y/N waiting for him with the car door open on the left side. He and Y/N climbed into the back seat and strapped themselves in, trapping Becca in her car seat in between the two teens.

Becca’s pretty blue eyes were teary, and she whimpered quietly, almost as if she knew what was going on around her. She was just one year old, still so innocent, and wasn’t even aware that her father never looked after her, or beat her mother before she had died giving birth to her. Bucky grabbed onto her foot softly, an action that consoled Becca’s quiet cries.

The car rumbled beneath them, and Y/N looked over to Bucky on the other side of the car. His face was stoic, staring out of the window with a sheen of calm surrounding him. His eyes weren’t teary anymore, but she could see the storm that was brewing beneath them. She knew that he was worrying a lot, his thoughts probably a jumbled mess of negativity, and underlying guilt. It wasn’t his fault, not even close, but she knew for a fact he was blaming himself anyway. She reached over to lay her palm over the hand that was holding Becca’s foot, and Bucky looked over to Y/N’s eyes, and gave her a small, sad smile.

The rest of the car ride was silent, Y/N’s parents choosing to say nothing, knowing that Bucky didn’t want to talk. He would always get closed off with his emotions during hard times, and it took him a very long time to open up about his feelings. When the New York-Presbyterian Brooklyn Methodist Hospital came into view, Bucky’s heart started to beat at an alarming rate.

“Y/N, Bucky, how about we drop you off at the front, okay? Tell them that you are his son, they’ll help you.” Y/N’s mom was facing them, trying to remain calm. Bucky nodded, and when they pulled up to the front, the two students worked together to get Becca out of her seat and jump out of the car. Y/N hoisted the small baby up onto her hip as Bucky grabbed her hand and led them inside the doors.

The light was an unnatural blinding white, and people surrounded the waiting room with masks on. There were people sleeping, people tapping their feet nervously, and people looking like they would love nothing more than to get out of the room. Briskly, the two marched up to the reception desk. Surprisingly, it was Bucky who spoke up.

“Excuse me, ma’am, my name is James Barnes, I’m the son of George Barnes, and I believe he’s in surgery right now. His contacts are the same for all of us, and I think you called a Mary L/N to inform us of the accident.”

The pretty blonde at the desk looked surprised at the straightforward greeting from the young boy, but she just adjusted her mask over her nose a bit more and nodded. After a few seconds of typing, she turned to the side and grabbed a file of paperwork. “Hi James, my name is Tina, and I’m a nurse here. Your dad is going to be in surgery for about an hour more I believe, but here’s the paperwork that you or Mrs. L/N are going to need to fill out. If you have any questions, you can come ask me.”

With a quick thank you to Tina, the three children went to go sit in the back of the waiting room, where a small cluster of seats stood. Y/N texted her mom to let her parents know that they had made it inside quickly while Bucky started filling out the forms. “Wait, Y/N, can you ask your mom to bring the book that’s sitting in the backseat?”

He knew it was trivial, but he really needed that book. Y/N could see the pleading in his eyes, and nodded without question. She would have to ask him later. “Of course, James.” She always called him James during serious moments, knowing that it was what his mom called him, and it soothed him a lot. He continued to fill out the information he knew on the papers. About ten minutes later, Mr. and Mrs. L/N came in, masks on and book in hand from the parking lot. There was only one seat left, so Mr. L/N let his wife sit as he stood and looked around the area.

It was surprisingly very quiet for the next hour and a half. Bucky had finished the paperwork with the help of Mrs. L/N within thirty minutes, but he spent the rest of his time assuring Steve’s family he was okay on a phone call and reading the baby book to Becca over and over again.

“Not a hot dog; my hot dog.” Bucky spoke in a higher pitched voice than normal. He was always gentle with his little sister, wanting her to know that he was a calming, caring presence in comparison to his loud father. Becca pointed to the pigeon holding a hot dog on the page, giggling and spouting nonsensical baby gurgles.

Y/N smiled at the two, and closed her eyes while listening to Bucky read the children’s book. Though he had read it numerous times in their time in the waiting room, his soothing voice just lulled her to sleep even more. She hummed a song under her breath, and let sleep take over her.

“Mary L/N! Is there a Mary L/N in here?” A nurse dressed in baby blue scrubs and a mask entered the waiting room and Bucky shot out of his chair. Y/N rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and brought Becca closer to her chest. As Y/N’s mom raised her hand, the nurse walked towards them. “Can I talk to you alone please?”

Bucky and Y/N looked at each other with confusion written on their faces, but Mrs. L/N answered the kind nurse before Bucky could open his mouth. “Of course, lead the way.”

He knew what this meant. There was no other reason that the nurse would ask to speak to the parent alone, and his heartbeat started speeding up again. A lump rose in his throat, and he was barely able to say, “Can I hold my sister please?” Y/N nodded, knowing what the nurse and her mom were talking about as well. She handed the now quiet baby over to his shaking hands, and looked into his eyes.

They didn’t even shed a tear.

Bucky could barely remember walking down the white hallways, turning the corner, taking deep breaths and holding onto Mrs. L/N’s hand. Y/N and her dad weren’t allowed in, as they were trying to keep as low of a number as possible inside the room, so he didn’t have the comfort of his girlfriend being there with him as he faced one of his greatest fears.

The room was quiet when they entered, another nurse and a doctor standing at the foot of the bed where George Barnes lay. His eyes were shut from what Bucky could see, but his head was bruised and covered in a bandage, most likely covering a shaved head and gaudy scars. “He was drunk, James, he didn’t have control, and the other car didn’t see him either. He had serious trauma to the head, and a broken wrist when he entered surgery. George was in critical condition when he was brought in, but he died in surgery. I’m sorry.”

Bucky managed to nod numbly and look down at his dad. He didn’t know what to say to him. “We’ll give you a few minutes alone.” The nurses and doctor shuffled out of the room and Mrs. L/N placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“Do you want me to leave, James?” Again, he softly nodded without a word and didn’t look up as her footsteps echoed away in the empty room. Bucky secured his arms around Becca better as he walked over to take his father’s cold hand.

Bucky could only hear his heartbeat, as all the monitors were off. Even his little sister was quiet, her small squirms nonexistent. He took a few deep breaths through his mouth,and let them out through his nose. His blue eyes focused on his father’s hands, ones that used to bring him so much pain and suffering, that now laid limp and still. Finally, Bucky let out the three words that he had never heard back from his father.

“I love you.” Pause. Becca started moving around again, but he shushed her gently. “I think that’s all that needs to be said. Goodbye.”

He placed a soft kiss on his dad’s temple, and left quickly. As soon as he opened the door, he pushed past all the people waiting for them to be done and made his way back to Y/N in the waiting room. He could hear the doctor calling his name after, but Mrs. L/N must have stopped him because he stopped hearing it after a while. Y/N stood up when she saw Bucky, but he silently grabbed her hand and led them outside. Glancing over her shoulder, she shooed her dad away, and followed him outside.

She didn’t speak until they were back in the car. They had walked around for a while, realizing they didn’t know where it was. Settling into their seats, Y/N took the bottle of hand sanitizer from the front seat cup holder and squeezed some into both of their hands. “Are you okay, James?”

He looked at her with a straight face. “Yeah.” She frowned with his short answer, but she knew he wasn’t telling the whole truth.

“Bucky, you know it’s okay to cry, it’s just me here. It’s okay to let your emotions out sometimes. You can talk to me, like always.” She reached over to take his hand, but he moved it away. She knew it was just part of what he was feeling, but she couldn’t help but to feel hurt either way.

“I don’t need to let my emotions out, I’m fine,” he responded in a clipped voice. Y/N nodded softly and placed her hand on Becca’s foot, wondering what had happened. Sure, Bucky had had times where he wouldn’t talk to anyone, but eventually she would always be able to get to the bottom of it and support him. This new, closed off feeling from him was different for her, and she didn’t know what had gone wrong. It was quiet for the next twenty minutes as they waited for Y/N’s parents, and even then they barely spoke. As soon as they got back to the house in Brooklyn Heights, Bucky took Becca and immediately went to their room. Y/N let out a dejected sigh and started to head to her room to email the director of her play, when her mom stopped her.

“Honey, give him some time, okay? He’s just lost his father, and I know that he doesn’t like to talk about his feelings, but it’s different now. Both of his parents have passed, and it’s a really big change for him.” She brought her daughter into a hug and dropped a kiss on her cheek before retiring to her room. Y/N walked into her room, flopping on her bed, quiet tears for her boyfriend rolling down her face.

Bucky didn’t attend dinner that night, which was okay with the rest of them. Y/N was still having a hard time not going to his room and smothering him in sweet nothings and hugs, but she understood that he needed time to process the past few hours. Her mom was right: it was a huge change. He was now orphaned, and only fifteen. Eventually, he’d need new guardians, and none of his close family was alive, and his other relatives from Romania probably had no clue he existed.

At around one in the morning, when Y/N’s parents had fallen asleep, Y/N crept out of her room quietly to check on Bucky. The door creaked a bit when it opened, giving her a view of her boyfriend sitting cross-legged on the bed, shoulders shaking from his silent sobs. He looked up upon hearing the door open, and wiped his tears off as fast as he could. “Hey, doll.”

She didn’t say anything but simply pushed him back down onto the bed gently and wrapped her arms around him. It took a few seconds, but the tears started falling again, his crying quiet. Y/N just held him for a few minutes, as he let out his tears, and rubbed his chest soothingly. When he was done, he kissed her gently and said, “Thank you.” It took another few moments, but he started talking soon enough. “I shouldn’t be sad. Right? I mean, he’s the man who hit me and my ma relentlessly, and all my life has been nothing but hell because of him. I should be fucking celebrating right now. Right?”

His watery blue eyes stared into hers, and she sighed, taking Bucky’s hands and bringing them to a sitting position. “I think it makes sense.” Y/N whispered.

Makes sense? It made no sense to him. “How can you say that?” He questioned incredulously. “This man treated us like shit, he blamed Becca for my mom’s death, he would hit me, tell me I’m not good enough,and I still worked my ass off for him. He didn’t love us! And after all the shit he put us through, put me through, why do I still care? Why do I still love him? It doesn't make sense.” Hot tears slipped down his face again, as he whispered, “It doesn’t make sense.”

He started to cry again, and Y/N pulled his head into the crook of her neck as his arms latched like vices around her torso. Running her fingers through his short brown hair, she said, “It may not make sense to you, but no matter what, as horrible as he was, that man is still your father. What he did to you was evil, pure evil, it truly was, but I can understand why after everything you’ve been through, you still love him. It doesn’t make you less of a man or weak. It makes you stronger, and I can’t be more proud of the person you’ve become since I met you. You have nothing to feel sorry for, James Buchanan Barnes. This is not your fault. None of this is.”

She moved her lips to his, and they moved against each other languidly. “I love you, James.”

His eyes opened, and hers watered up at her confession. “I love you too, Y/N.” They brought their lips together again, her thumbs rubbing small circles onto his cheekbones as they breathed each other in. When they finally pulled away, Bucky had the smallest of smiles playing across his lips. “Thank you, Y/N.”

Y/N made sure Bucky was staring at her directly, and she spoke with a firm voice. “Whatever comes next, we’ll get through it together. I promise, James.” Pressing his lips against hers one more time, he grabbed his phone off the stand and started to swipe through it. “Are you okay, Buck? You need anything? We can talk more if you need.”

Opening Spotify, he opened his “Slow Dance with Y/N” playlist. “I Can’t Believe That You’re In Love With Me” by Billie Holiday started playing, and Y/N knew exactly what he was doing. Bucky had had the playlist since the sixth grade, when he first bought his phone with the money he earned from babysitting, and the pair had danced to it numerous times before he had started dating Dot. But he didn’t even play that with her. No, this one was for his best girl, no matter what. Y/N was too special to share with anyone. Offering her his left hand with a shy grin, Y/N smiled big with an eye roll and graciously accepted it.

“Oldies music again, Bucky?” She was teasing him, and he knew it as well. Y/N absolutely adored this playlist, that he made just for the two of them, with her entire heart. Pulling her flush against his chest, his right hand coming to rest on her waist, he kissed her hair lightly.

“Well, you have always called me old fashioned, sweetheart.” He twirled her around, her giggling as they danced around the room. Becca slept soundly in the crib and the moonlight illuminated their faces. “I think this song fits in well right now.”

Y/N sighed, letting her eyes close. “It really does.” After a few seconds, she remembered her previous question that had gone unanswered and asked again. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about anything else, Buck?”

“I think I’m done, doll. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Just wanna dance with you.”

And he did, softly dancing barefoot, with the occasional twirl, until falling asleep hours later. When Y/N’s parents came to check in on them the next morning, they smiled seeing their daughter and the boy she loved so dearly wrapped around each other, quiet snores escaping the both of them.

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The Wish [2]

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: Dante, Vergil, Nero, V, Lady, Eva, Sparda, OC Rating: General Tags: Family, Humor, Fluff, Angst, Typical demon hunting violence

Summary: A demon gives Dante the chance to have his greatest desires made real. When he finds himself in a seemingly idyllic life, all seems well until it starts to unravel. Will he sacrifice himself to save the family he lost, or will he choose to give them up for the truth?

Now Posted: Chapter 2, in which Dante hunts for clues and to who he is, and where he is, when he reconnects with a long-lost relative.

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Chapter 2: Pictures and Clues

Dante spends a full ten minutes just sitting on the bed in his underwear. He reviews every step of the night before: Nero texting him about this job, catching the train to Fortuna, the two of them driving out to the warehouse with the radio blaring and picking up burgers on the way. Then the demons, dozens upon dozens, that weren't difficult but packed to the brim so that when they pried open the front door of the building they swarmed like roaches.

He had found the queen at the top, but there it gets fuzzy. It talked to him, but about what? Something about his family? Every time he gets to that part, his headache turns a little sharper, so Dante decides to give thinking a rest so he can figure out where the hell he actually is.

His jeans are slung over a chair so he grabs them and fishes inside for his cell phone. It's different from the one he normally has, and he frowns as he turns it on and finds a passcode. He tries the first thing he can think of—1, 2, 3, 4, easy enough—and luckily it works. Quickly he dials Nero's number, but isn't really surprised when the automated voice comes on the line to tell him that number is not in service.

Dante scratches the back of his head. He's here, in a strange house with a woman who knows his parents, and Nero is… somewhere. Got it.

But then he wonders if something might have happened to Nero. What if he needs his help? Then this has got to be a dream, right? So how does he wake up?

Once he pulls his jeans on and finds a t-shirt in the other set of drawers, he tries the door. Cautiously he opens it, but the house is quiet, so Dante slips into the hallway. There are two other bedrooms and a bathroom which look suspiciously normal. Even the closets are tidy, and Dante snorts when he gets to the linen closet. This must be a dream. Who owns so many towels?

Next, he heads downstairs to the main floor. At the bottom is a living room, complete with a comfortable-looking sofa and a big-screen television. Dante stands in front of it and admires it for a minute before grabbing the remote control. He lets out a low whistle when he sees the picture quality, thinking if this is a dream, he's got good taste.

That demon's got good taste.

Dante shakes his head and continues his search. A small dining room is to the left, and to the right is a hallway leading to another half bath. The kitchen is nice too, the dishwasher humming and a pot of coffee warm on the counter. Even the refrigerator is stocked, and Dante helps himself to a piece of chicken he finds in a plastic container, figuring he can eat whatever he wants in a dream.

Out the kitchen window he can see a little backyard, and Dante sighs as he leans against the counter and chews thoughtfully. It's a nice enough house, something any ordinary couple might buy for a starter home. He glances down at the gold band on his finger, holding it up so he can examine it closely. Setting the chicken down, he wipes his hand on his jeans and slips it off, turning it over until he notices an inscription on the inside: Dante and Lir Forever.

He pictures the cute blonde who was half his size but acted more than familiar. "Lir," he murmurs out loud, slipping the ring back on as he looks around.

Wandering back through the house, Dante notices some pictures sitting on the windowsill in the living room. He walks over and picks up the first one, his face going a bit pale. He is in a suit, and that woman‚ Lir, is in a wedding dress. They are posed and smiling in front of a cake, holding a knife together as if to cut it. He turns it over but there's nothing out of the ordinary about it, and Dante snorts as he sets it back down again.

The next few are of them as well: a selfie in winter gear, posing in what Patty would call "Sunday attire", in bathing suits at a beach, arms around each other and grinning at the camera. He's gotta admit, they look pretty good together. His brain did a good job dreaming this girl up.

The next photo, however, feels like a punch to the gut. It's a double-sided frame on a hinge, and on one side it's him and a man who looks exactly like him, only his hair is slicked back instead of hanging in fringes around his face. In fact, he looks exactly like what Vergil would look like. If he was still alive.

Dante's hand shakes as he examines the picture. It is Vergil, it's got to be, the same slightly slimmer build and the half-inch in height that made it possible to tell them apart. The only thing that shocks him more than seeing this picture is the one opposite. Across from Dante and Vergil posed with small smiles is Vergil and Lady, her hand in his arm as they smile into the camera.

Gripping the picture frame, he grabs the next one and braces himself. Staring up at him are two people he somewhat recognizes, as if he had seen them in a dream. They are older, in their 60s maybe, the man grinning with his arm around his wife, sitting together on a couch. He has longish silver hair, not unlike Dante's, a pair of glasses hanging around his neck. Her blonde hair is swept up into a bun, streaks of white only making her more dignified, her hand on the man's knee. Dante brings the picture up so close his nose nearly touches it, and that's when he realizes that the woman is a dead ringer for Trish, if Trish was about 40 years older.

His cell phone rings in his pocket, startling him out of his examination. Dante fumbles for the phone but freezes when he sees the name Vergil appear on the screen. It takes another three rings before he gets the courage to answer. "Yeah?"

"Did I wake you or something?"

Dante staggers to the couch and sits heavily, still clutching the two pictures in his hands. He knew what to expect, but nothing could have prepared him for hearing that voice on the other end. "Dante," it says again. "You there?"

"Y-yeah," he stammers, his voice cracking around a dry throat. "Verge, is that you?"

"Of course it's me. I want to talk about tonight." Dante's eyes close as he listens, trying not to freak out. Even Vergil's exasperation for him is the same. "I'm paying for dinner, and I don't want to hear anything about it. We need to settle this now so we don't argue at the restaurant."

"What uh…" Dante's mind is spinning and he shakes his head to clear it. "Yeah uh, Lir mentioned something about a dinner. Do you know Lir?"

"I'm surprised you forgot, Dante. Usually you remember these sorts of things." Dante leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he tries to breathe. "This dinner tonight is important and I don't want a scene. Just let me pay for it, and afterward we can agree on how you'll pay me back your half. Agreed?"

Dante swallows thickly. "Yeah, yeah that's fine. Vergil. Vergil."

Even saying his name gives Dante the shivers. "Well I expected more of an argument. Glad you're going to listen to reason. Don't be late."

"Wait, Verge?" Dante looks down at the picture in his hand, something hot and tight tickling his throat. "Can I see you? Can you come over?"

"What for? I'll be seeing you tonight, and I have the kids. Are you sick? Where's Lir?"

"She covered a shift," Dante replies. "Please, Verge, I got… I need to say some things."

"Well say it tonight. I'm not driving all the way over there when I'll see you in a few hours."

Dante chuckles, swallowing tears as his breath escapes in a laugh. "Okay. Yeah. Hey uh, is mom and dad… they really gonna be there? At this dinner thing?"

There is a long pause, and then Vergil huffs, "Don't be stupid," before hanging up on him.

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The rest of the afternoon Dante spends figuring out his life. He finds photo albums in the closet, handmade scrapbooks that Lir definitely made. They chronicle some of their vacations, and he smiles as he turns the pages to see them camping, at the beach, at Disneyworld. The wedding one makes him wince a bit, the smiling faces of his brother and his parents making something in his chest tight. The date on the preserved invitation tells him they've been married about ten years, which is pretty funny since the longest relationship he's ever had was about ten minutes after getting dressed.

He looks weird in a suit, and Dante snorts to think what Lady or Trish would say if they saw him. But Lady is there, on Vergil's arm, and that is a mystery he can't wait to solve. And Trish kind of is there, in the form of his mother, looking slightly older but just as lovely.

There is a drawer in the desk in the office that has some bills, and he boots up the computer to take a look through. The email is pretty normal, receipts from online orders and utility companies, messages from the family and people he doesn't know. There is a link to a bank account and Dante's brows lift to see the balance. Compared to his normal finances, the amount seems like a small fortune.

There must be something a god of fortune can give you.

A cat appears suddenly, jumping onto the desk and stalking across the keyboard to plop across his arms. Dante pulls back in reaction, which earns him a very annoyed look from the cat. "Hey uh, there," he says, tentatively reaching out to pat its head.

The cat snaps at him, and Dante rolls his eyes. He never got along with animals as a rule. "So you want to sit on my computer as I'm using it but I can't pet you, hm?" he grumbles. The cat yawns in response, so he decides to go find lunch instead.

There's not much more to discover after having a sandwich. His life seems completely ordinary, although he doesn't know exactly what he does or even if he's still in Red Grave City. The other question still to solve is Nero. If Vergil is alive and married to Lady, then does Nero even exist? His face goes a bit hot to think of the kid not being around. But Vergil had mentioned kids on the phone… is it possible?

He is dozing on the couch and watching television when the door bursts open. Dante is on his feet and reaching for his guns that aren't there when Lir hurries in, her arms filled with dry cleaning as she comes like a whirlwind into the living room. "I'm so sorry I'm late! I can't believe I got stuck there! I told them I couldn't stay, and now look at the time!"

She pushes the clothes and plastic into his arms and pulls her cell phone from her purse. "Did you take a shower yet? You still need to shave. You are going to shave, right? You can't look like a sasquatch at the party."

Lir looks up at him expectantly, and Dante shrugs. "Yeah, I guess?"

"Good. Wait. Are you okay?" She steps up and presses a hand to his forehead. "You were sick this morning. How do you feel?"

"I'm okay," he assures her. "I had a weird dream."

She smiles, and his heart actually skips a beat. His brain is good. "Good. Did you feed Claudius?"

"Claudius?"

"Yes. The cat." Lir laughs and pats his chest. "Was he a problem today?"

Dante thinks about the cat that interrupted his computer search. "No. And no, I didn't feed him."

"Okay. I'll take care of it. You go shower and get dressed. And don't take too much off, you know I prefer a bit of facial hair." She takes the dry cleaning from his arms and pulls one of the hangers to hand back to him. "Here's your shirt and pants. I'm glad you're feeling better."

"Yeah." He watches her step around him, draping the rest of the clothes over the back of a chair before disappearing into the kitchen. If this is a dream, it's more vivid than any he can remember.

The shower feels good, even if Dante is amazed by how many things are on the shelves. He's never lived with a girl but is there anything needed really other than a bar of soap? In one of the drawers under the sink he finds a shaving kit and goes to work before the shower fixing up his face just like she asked. It occurs to Dante that this is his dream and he can do whatever he wants, but something makes him not want to disappoint her, so he makes sure to leave a nicely trimmed beard while removing the rest from his cheeks and neck. Once the shower is hot, he goes for the least-strange sounding soaps before finishing up and drying off with a nice fluffy towel.

He peeks into the bedroom and finds it empty. Quickly he hurries over to the bureau and opens the top drawer, rummaging around for some underwear. Dante just has his first foot in when Lir enters, and he yelps when he sees her. "Hey! I'm getting dressed!" he protests.

She freezes and looks at him in surprise as he pulls his boxer briefs up. "Yeah. I see that." With a laugh she moves to the closet and hangs the rest of the dry cleaning up before disappearing into the bathroom.

Dante frowns before he remembers, they are married. He rubs his hand on his face with an internal groan. He is going to have to get used to this as long as this dream or whatever lasted, including being half-dressed in front of her. While she's gone he quickly pulls on the dark slacks and gray dress shirt before heading to the closet. He finds some black dress shoes he figures Lir will like, and once he's all ready he stands and looks at himself in the full-length mirror that is propped against the wall.

Dante barely recognizes himself without the low-slung denim and some red leather, but he figures he still looks pretty good. As long as he looks better than Vergil, he'll be satisfied, chuckling to himself at the thought. But then he sobers a bit as his stomach turns, wondering what it will be like to see Vergil again. The last time was on Mallet Island, and before that, watching him fall off the Temen-ni-gru. Did that even happen in this place? There had to be a Temen-ni-gru if Lady was here, right? He shakes his head, confused as ever. He needs to figure this out, and fast.

Lir steps past him, again dressed in only a bra and panties, and Dante quickly looks the other way as she pulls her dress over her head. "Will you get this zipper?" she asks as she steps into a pair of heels.

Clearing his throat, he steps up behind her and carefully pulls the zipper up as she smooths her hands down the front. It's a sleeveless blue little number that fits her just right, and when she turns around to fix his collar he admires how nice she looks. "Okay," Lir smiles. "You ready to go? Dinner with the family is always interesting."

Dinner with the family. "Yeah, I'm ready," he grins. Maybe the mystery-solving can wait until after seeing them again at least. Couldn't hurt, right?

#dmc #devil may cry #dmc dante #dmc vergil #dmc oc #dante sparda #vergil sparda #fan fiction #the wish #myfic

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thesimperiuscurse · 4 years

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Cadmium yellow, raw sienna, golden ochre, cadmium orange, orange lake, cadmium red, scarlet, rose, quincridone rose, ultramarine, indigo and black for my boii Mako ❤

thanks for sending these excellently chosen questions, nonny ❤ again, answering just before chapter 6 begins.

cadmium yellow; when you think of the word “happy” what’s the first thing that comes to mind?

misha.

raw sienna; with whom do you feel most at home?

mako doesn’t really understand the concept of ‘home’. at the moment, however, misha is the person he feels the happiest with, and the only person he feels like he can go to if something happens.

golden ochre; describe the relationship you have with your closest friend.

misha, again, is his first and best friend. from the outside, they are two very different people, and not ones you’d expect to be friends. i’m not gonna say much about their history since it’s a bit spoilery, but their relationship is like a ‘safe space’ — they are free to be their true selves, without fear of judgement, be emotionally and physically comfortable, and have each other’s backs.

cadmium orange; what do you like to do on your days off?

like all the dancers, his ‘day off’ is sunday, but he never has a day when he isn’t working. current sunday schedule — wake up at 6:00, eat a healthy breakfast, gym at 7:00, visit his physiotherapist for checkup and acupuncture at 9:00, attend a company conference downtown at 11:00, watch his online business degree lectures from 14:00-18:00. literally the only free and unscheduled time he allows himself are the final evening hours of the week. he may relax by drawing himself a scented bath and reading a book, or if he’s feeling more energetic, he might go to a luxury nightclub with misha and hook up with a random someone he meets there.

orange lake; do you have anyone you can turn to when you’re sad?

misha. one of the reasons they’re really close is that just before the semester began, shit happened and without asking, misha was there to support him through it.

cadmium red; do you have a “type” when it comes to a significant other?

no. he doesn’t believe it’s his place to have a type.

scarlet; describe your current crush/es.

she’s unashamedly honest, and keeps on catching him off guard. her values and beliefs are unlike anyone he’s spent time with before. the energy and life she exudes is fascinating to him.

rose; what’s something really positive going on in your life right now?

for the first time in his life, he’s in a group of friends, surrounded by people that he enjoys being around, and who genuinely like him too.

quinacridone rose; what’s something you’re really looking forward to?

i don’t think there’s anything he’s looking forward to in an excited way, but he’s intensely focused on the grand prix/nationals in april.

ultramarine; when was the last time you were in a good mood? do you know/remember what sparked it?

at the moment, he’s in the best mood he’s been in for a while. good times with his new friends.

indigo; what’s the best/sweetest compliment you have ever received?

when eva called him cute last chapter, that was the first genuine and sweetest compliment he had ever received. eva didn’t notice anything more than him blushing, but i’ve had this image saved in my evako pinterest board (hehe) for ages and it pretty much sums his reaction up:

black; post a selfie because you are so beautiful!

okay, fine, i'll open the game, just because i barely have any nice portraits of him. mako never takes selfies, so here’s a shot from his model portfolio:

#glad to have a mako fan!#these are the questions i would have selected myself so nice haha #it's good to be able to reveal a bit more about his life #eva still doesn't know shit about him lol #also i think tumblr is glitching because the 'keep reading' is getting stuck in the question rather than the answer #and i can't fuckin remove it #makohayashi #genfour #characterask

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theamateurblogger · 5 years

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Hewwo I love your stuff. Can you do a male s/o with all them slasher boys. Hcs but if you want you can do like, Tommy for a one shot. Idc if its sfw or nsfw

Thank you!!! I hope you like this!!!

Otis Driftwood

Otis is a thirsty ass fucker, not gonna lie

From an outside perspective, it would be easy to assume that he’s only with you for the sex

But let’s be real, if he wanted just sex, he would’ve stuck to his corpses

He loves you, whether he wants to admit it out loud or not

Constantly has his arm around you or touching you in some way

Just a way to stake a claim around others (and to prevent you from running)

But deeeeep down, he does it to make sure you’re okay

Always has to keep you in his sights “to make sure you don’t do something stupid” (like run)

Hugggge exhibitionist

Seriously. It’s an issue. So, you’ll need to get real comfortable around the rest of the family

Chop Top

Chop Top is an actual dream to be in a relationship with

Plenty of arguments about who has better music taste and who gets to pick the playlist/radio station

Out of everyone on this list, he’d be the most likely to propose

He’d want a full on wedding with the family watching and victims’ bones used as decor

Kind of a traditional guy (besides the whole cannibalistic and maniacal tendencies ya know)

So expect some hesitancy from him to get serious with you

His knowledge of the LGBT+ community is very slim

But let’s be real, he had some fun with his fellow soldiers during his time in the war

When he does give in to his love for you, he is absolutely obsessed with you

He’d tell victims stories about you and compare everything to you and things you do

He likes your ass

A lot.

Expect to have it groped, slapped, and ogled at constantly

Would probably be super into roleplay (*cough* the Sonny wig *cough*)

He’s not good at it.

Michael Myers

Michael is…Michael?

You’ll be pretty confused with this guy

He just keeps following you around and you’re not dead yet???

You become more comfortable around each other and it just turns into comfortable silence and occasional situations where you need to ask him to hand you something

You’ll have to be the first one to initiate sex

It’ll be very awkward at first because you’ll have no fucking clue whether or not he’s even into it so you’ll just stop and walk away

And he kind of just doesn’t acknowledge any of what happened??? For like a week???

You’re aggravated and confused. (Told ya)

It takes you both a long time to navigate through your relationship

It doesn’t help that you can’t just…talk it out?

It’s all trial and error, but eventually you have a pretty domesticated relationship

He’s like a cat that is gone all day but comes home to you when he wants a nap

Freddy Krueger

Much like Otis, Freddy is a nasty fuck

And it would be hard for me to believe that your relationship isn’t prodominately about sex

We all know the backstory of Fredster and he’s not afraid to take what he wants

Very little boundaries

He’d go after nearly anyone who you come into contact with

It’s like a game to him

You’d honestly have to be just as batshit crazy as this guy

He really appreciates the element of surprise

Taking a bath? Now, you’re getting raw dogged at 3am, water splashing out of the tub

Trying to take an exam or you’re waiting in line at the DMV? He’s fucking with your mind the entire time

Walking down the hallway, trying to get a glass of water? BOO! Now he’s laughing his ass off at how much of a pussy you are

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky

Chucky is genuinely kind of an asshole

And I don’t think you’d change that

Buuuuut, that’s kind of what attracts most people to him right?

He’s kind of new to these feelings toward you

And it really fucks with his ego

Internalized homophobia anyone?

It’ll take time and patience for this guy

But I think it’ll be worth it in the end

He’d steal you all kinds of cool stuff

Plus, Chuck’s a total switch and I think it’d be fun to finally take him down a peg in the bedroom

Bubba Sawyer

Such a sweet baby

Please don’t ever hurt him

Bubba would bring you flowers and little trinkets he made from bone constantly

When he first meets you and wants to impress you, he makes sure to fix up his mask realll nice with his favorite lipstick and wears his best clothes

Even now that you’re his, he still just wants to make you happy and make sure that you know he’s putting in effort because he cares ya know?

Constantly needs reassurance from you

As much as he likes giving you affection and gifts, he nearly cries when you do those things for him!!!

Please spoil that man!

Loooves listening to music! Chop Top, Bubba, and you almost always spend your nights together listening to the radio

From everything I’ve read online as well as some choice scenes from the movies, I’m a full believer in the fact that not only is Bubba 100% pan and open to alllll kinds of lovin’, but he also has the biggest oral fixation known to mankind!!!

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas is a very different man than Bubba

He’s more rough with you and has full knowledge of what he’s doing

Definitely knows his size and will pick you up whenever he pleases

At the end of the day, he makes the rules

Doesn’t mean you can’t persuade him to do things that you want to do though

You’ll just have to make it up to him so he won’t be in a foul mood

Is a bit awkward with things

Especially around his family

I’ve said this already but Thomas definitely grabs things off of victims that he thinks you’d like!!!

Will probably try to wrap the items up! Will probably fail!

Nubbins Sawyer

Nubbins is such a cutie!!!

He loves you so much

I’ve said this before too, but Nubbins would definitely have a box full of photos he took of his S/O

He treasures them the absolute most

You know those little cute polaroid walls? He def has one of pictures of you and him

He’s also the most likely out of all the slashers to have a Pride flag hung up

He’s also an absolute handful.

Expect to wake up alone pretty often, because this dude just wants to take impromptu trips throughout Texas allllll the time

Sometimes you go with though

As he picks up cool roadkill from the side of the road, you pick up cool plants and maybe a lizard

As far as sex goes, he’s an absolute goof

He’s just so excited to have someone who wants to do these things with him

Lots of laughter

The Collector

Definitely a bit of a strange one

Literally. Stranger danger.

He first met you at a wildlife museum

And he just kept following you around

He even started targeting people that looked like you?

He just wanted the body parts to add to his collection

Without having to ruin the original

Eventually, he would kidnap you and lock you in his own personal “museum”

He’d show you his pieces every time he completed one

He’d bring you your favorite foods though which is nice

Then he’d watch you from the security cam he set up in your room

Brahms Heelshire

Such a needy boi

He likes to watch you

Secretively, in the walls

Orrr just sitting across from you, cross legged

You could be changing or you could be reading/watching TV

It doesn’t matter.

He’s always so infatuated by you

I really wish I could get behind the idea that Brahms is a huge sub and would call you daddy

But I just can’t???

He likes to have control.

There’s no way he’d want to give that up

You essentially have to trick him into doing anything around the house

So enjoy being his slave

The Other

I guess this kind of depends on how far your relationship has been established

You probably started off as neighbors or maybe just acquaintances that ran into each other at the grocery story every once in awhile

I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that he appreciates a good age gap and has more than enough experience with the opposite sex *wink*

def a bi boi

His attraction to you didn’t go far beyond sexual at first, but then he seen how well you interacted with his daughter and that’s what broke him

I swear it’s like he has two personalities

When he’s out with you and your guys’ daughter, he’s a typical suburban husband/dad

Has a retirement plan, pays the bills, works his ass off in an average blue collar job, drinks beer with the bois and complains about your nagging

Also brags about how good you are to him and has no shame in his game

Purely domestic

But then??? When it’s just you two, it’s like a switch goes off where he doesn’t need to put on the act

He controls every aspect of you and your body; much like Brahms, he won’t be able to give up his control

He’s an absolute dom

Christian Grey ain’t got shit on what’s in his garage.

#slashers headcanons #slashers x reader #slashers #brahms heelshire x reader #the collector x reader #The Other x reader #bubba x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #leatherface x reader #otis driftwood x reader #freddy krueger x reader #michael myers x reader #chucky x reader #chop top x reader #nubbins x reader

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sweetcheol · 5 years

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got7 reaction; their s/o has a cold

aka i have a cold and wish i was their s/o

jaebum.

he’s so caring.

ears perked up the first time you sneezed.

tried not to worry because you tend to sneeze as soon as you get out of bed in the morning.

but you kept on sneezing as you ate your breakfast.

which you never did.

so by the time he came back home from the studio, he was prepared.

hot tea in a travel cup in hand, he joined you on the couch, where you were snuggling in a fuzzy blanket with a pack of tissues by your side.

“here, you’ll feel so much better,” he says as he hands you the warm drink.

you thank him with a quick peck on the cheek ‘cause you don’t want him to get sick too, but he just responds by cuddling closer to you.

won’t get away from your side.

cooks you dinner (or he probably just orders some fried chicken) and has a lot of midnight snacks prepared.

u too watch fluffy movies until u both doze off.

all of the cats cuddle up with u two and it’s just the best thing ever.

probs wakes up feeling a bit sick too bc he really did refuse to get away from u lol.

jackson.

ngl he probably freaks a bit at first.

healthy boi isn’t used to being sick.

and since you take care of yourself too, he isn’t used to you being sick.

so u have to constantly remind him that it’s nothing to worry about.

u just left the house without a jacket the other night and caught a cold.

feels kind of bad when he sees u trying to sit away from him on the couch so he won’t get sick.

so he turns to pamper the living shIT out of you.

lets you not drink the morning shake.

texts the guys and doesn’t go to practice or the studio so he can be with u the whole day.

which you appreciate a lot since him spending the day home is rare as he’s a very busy guy.

tells you a lot of jokes in an attempt to make you laugh.

gets you nearly a thousand cups of warm, organic green tea.

lends you your favorite hoodie of his as you cuddle up in bed.

even breaks his diet a bit by ordering not-so-healthy take out for you and eating it in solidarity.

we stan boyfriend!jackson sm.

mark.

the softest bean.

was in practice with the boys when u told him you weren’t going to catch up with them for lunch because you were sick.

you didn’t tell him it was just a small cold so he got super worried.

bolted out of practice and to your apartment.

and even when he saw you weren’t actually dying, he still proceeded to be the sweetest boyfriend ever and took such good care of you.

he ran you a nice, warm bath.

prepared your fluffiest and fuzziest blankets and hugged you so close to him as you play some videogames.

feels bad for you bc he hears you sneezing too much and lets you win <3333.

sighs and plays with your hair when he feels you nuzzling your face into his neck.

you end up napping for a few hours until you hear some banging on the front door.

turns out it’s the guys trying to make sure you were okay bc mark was supper worried and had told them he just had !!!! to see you because you were sick.

blushes and proceeds to cuddle you even closer to him, if it was even possible.

youngjae.

you weren’t answering your texts and the two of you had kind of gotten into a small argument the night before, so bby boy thought you were mad at him and didn’t want to talk.

bought you flowers and went over to your apartment to apologize.

found you sleeping on your bed with tear stains all over your cheeks.

and :(((((( thought you were crying bc of him.

so when you woke up he apologized and gave u the bouquet.

but then you told him you were sick.

and he kinda felt relieved but then proceeded to worry abt you.

sings for you as he cooks you a warm bowl of soup.

and then snuggles the living shit out of you as you binge-watch some random show.

it’s a comedy so he’s laughing the whole time.

and it brings a smile to your face bc his laugh is the most adorable thing ever.

gives you a ton of forehead kisses.

he makes me so soft and i literally can’t thx.

jinyoung.

we know how caring he is with the boys.

so you can just expect him to be just as caring with you.

if not more.

literally spends the whole day by your side.

won’t listen to you as you tell him to go on with his day because it’s just a cold and it’s not like you’re actually gonna die anyways.

no. he sees it as his duty of bf to make sure you’re well-taken care of !!!!! at all times !!!!!

makes sure your tea cup is always full.

gets u a lot of nice snacks.

gets u a brand new tissue pack right next to your bed before u go to sleep so he can close the bathroom door without feeling guilty.

if there’s anything else u need he gets it for you in record time.

will propose a scary movie marathon.

does it both because he likes scary movies and also because you always end up hugging him for dear life.

bambam.

okay so

it’s kind of his fault that you’re sick.

it’s definitely his fault that you’re sick.

he had been kind of catching a cold for a few days but boy kept on kissing you like everything was fine.

even shared offered you water straight from his bottle when you told him you had left yours at home.

he was just kind of sneezing here and there so u didn’t think he was actually sick.

but then you got sick.

bby bam feels really guilty so he offers to take u shopping.

but u are sick !!!!

so he shops for u while u are taking a nap.

comes back home bearing so many gifts it actually kind of scares you.

he also gets you some flowers bc he’s just devilishly charming.

gets u matching hoodies and u wear them for the rest of the day while u lounge around the house.

bam is lowkey trying to take selfies with u the entire time.

u don’t let him because your nose is red and your eyes are puffy.

“but you’re still so beautiful”

u watch a movie while eating a nice bowl of soup that he tried his best to make.

even looks up recipes online and ends up following a yt video.

is kissing you the entire and doesn’t take a no for an answer.

he literally doesn’t care if he gets sick.

“i’m the reason you’re sick anyways :((((”

yugyeom.

woke up to find u sneezing while sippin on some tea in the kitchen of your apartment.

u didn’t want to wake him so u left the bed.

but he can’t sleep without u next to him so he was bound to wake up anyways.

gets u to go back to bed with your tea.

and cuddles u under the covers.

doesn’t go back to sleep even when u do.

puts something on tv on like... super low volume and stays awake to check up on you the entire night.

and when it’s morning he tells you he already told the boys he’s not going to practice because he has to take care of you.

cooks you breakfast and the two of you have breakfast in bed.

tbh you don’t really leave the bed much for the whole day.

only when he gets to run you a bath.

bc your muscles were getting a bit sore and you were feeling a bit uncomfortable.

updates the guys on your condition that sounded weird lol.

gets u in a nice fuzzy sweater of his and sings softly in your ear.

low-key laughs when u get one of those particularly harsh sneezes.

hdkjfdgkdshfj i love him.

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wakandamama · 5 years

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Rock a Bye (Part 9)

Reader and Fez starts journey to a new life when waiting to welcome a new life.

You wake up to Fezco kissing your forehead and retucking the blankets around you. You groan as your body sense you're awake and decided to radiate aches from your hips to your lower back to shoulders to chest.

"Hey." you croak out, you fumble your hand around until it connects with the remote to the heating pad and turn it on.

"Hey. Sorry, I didn't wanna wake you up," Fez says, kissing your temple and you let out a hum then wince.

"It's fine. Can you move the heating pad back down? What time is it?" you ask and finally crack your eyes open as he takes the blanket off and does so.

"Like 9, Imma head over to the store for a bit. You should get back to sleep, I felt you movin' around all night last night," he says, sitting back on the bed to kiss you.

"I hate sleeping. I hate laying alone in this fucking bed all day and being stuck in this house all damn day," you grumble.

"I'm sorry Beautiful. I would kick it here all day with you but-"

"Yeah I know, you gotta work since I can't do shit. I'm so fucking useless."

"Hey! Don't say that. You working to keep our baby healthy, that more than enough. Just a few more months of this and you gonna be back up and runnin' round how you like too. You doin' so good baby, just keep holdin' on." he says, laying over to cuff your face and kiss away tears that forced themselves up at his encouragement.

"Okay. Thank you, Fez."

"It's my job. I love you."

"I love you too," you say after him. You guys kiss one more time before he gets up and heads out. You can only sigh and reposition your body pillow. Listening as he gathers his things and locks up the house, the birds outside silence for a moment at the smooth rumble of his car starting, The pop gravel between road and tire and then him driving off.

It had been only three weeks since Mouse's drive by and your forced bed rest. The last 21 days felt more like a blur of exhaustion, soreness, heartburn, tears, and boredom. You hug Fez's pillow as you think over what you could and couldn't do.

NO work or strenuous activity

NO high energy or abdominal exercises

No standing or walking for more than 30 minutes at a time

Restrictive diet

No hot or steamy baths or showers

Just lay there and be bored, sleeping and useless (well that's how it feels)

You finally decided to move around and sit in the living room for the day, the bed was just too vast and depressing. You get a little dressed up for just laying around the house. You put on an olive green sundress, those nice wool socks Rue got you and have Fez's red hoodie on hand for when you got cold. You huff by the time you're done getting dressed. You flinch as it seems the baby decided to wake up as well and them kicking sends aches across your back and hips.

"I love you so much baby, but you gotta chill. It may be 11 but it's too early for all this." you mutter, running your fingers over your stomach as you gather your phone and charger.

It takes you almost your whole 30-minute activity limit to get settled. You have your phone, a big bowl of cherry tomatoes a big ass bottle of both water and finally your laptop.

No more mopping and crying and being bored.

You were going to be productive!

You're going online shopping! You had a paper list with all the stuff for the baby and you had a few websites that would let you browse online for a decently priced wedding dress.

Yeah, you and Fez had the certificate and the rings and the same last name. But as soon as the baby comes out and both of you are considered healthy and happy. You are gonna hop in a white dress to marry your man and stick your tongue out at your mom and dad for doubting you and Fez's relationship.

So there you are, scrolling around adding up the prices of everything and adjusting plans when you had decided to put on a movie for background noise.

And somehow, you landed on the old cartoon movie Dumbo of all things. You could have picked Poetic Justice, Bronx Tale, Titanic, Just Wright, whatever Tyler Perry flick BET decided to play. But no. You choose Dumbo.

It was fine....at first.

You wiggled your foot to the cute little opening tunes of the old movie, you were more focused on deciding between newborn Huggies or newborn pampers. The cute little song about the Stork makes you feel a bit warm inside and glance over. You smile as the little animated mothers receive their babies but frown and force your eyes away as a sad Mrs. Jumbo was reaching for the babies but...but none were hers.

Your phone vibrates.

FEZY💙: You want that chicken Avocado salad from Cheesecake Factory?

Hell yeah, with some strawberry cheesecake too?

FEZY💙: Sure

I really, really love you

FEZY💙: Damn, guess I just gotta buy you cheesecake to get some love around here

YERRP!

FEZY💙: lol, see you in about 20 minutes.

😘😘😘

FEZY💙: ✊🏼✊🏼✊🏼

:You giggle at the text and go back to browsing. Glancing and giggling to see little Dumbo trip over his ears as he prances behind his mom in the parade scene, then refocusing your thoughts.

Should we even buy a crib online or just go to a furniture store?

I read that an empty crib is best for newborns to sleep in but these little stuffed pandas are so cute.

How many pacifiers do we need? Imma get like three packs to be safe.

Does the baby really need a onesie that will make them look a teddy bear? Possibly.

You're finally pulled form your thoughts by the front door being unlocked and Fez coming in with a bag of food.

"Hey Beautiful," he says, bending over the back of the couch and kissing your cheek. You cheese at him as he comes around and places the food on the coffee table. He gently lifts your legs, sits then places your calves in his lap and grabs the food.

"Hey Fezy." you greet back and he smiles to see you a bit perked up from your slump that morning. He hands you for salad and you raise an eyebrow at him and reach for the cake instead. He leans away with the cheesecake in hand when you try.

"Ain't your mama ever tell you to eat your food before dessert?" he teases and kisses the pout you send him.

"You know what? Ash is my favorite now, at least he gives me mozzarella sticks when I ask."

"That's after you begged him for ten minutes then said you'd name the baby after him."

"....You can't prove that." Fez gives you a knowing smirk and pulls out his phone, he flips through a few things, silently pushing the cheesecake further away and the salad towards you. He playfully clears his throat before reading off his phone.

"Aye, can sis have mozzarella sticks with her blood pressure thing? She has been buggin about mine for the last ten minutes. Never mind, the baby is named Ashley now, you're welcome. " he reads off and you stab a piece of the grilled chicken and turn to the TV to ignore him.

"Imma give that little boy five stitches on his forehead," you mumble over the bite and give a grin as Fez pats your leg and starts to eat his own food.

"Why you watchin this lil kid movie?"

"It's a classic and I like the music. Why you gotta peanut head?" you joke and snicker as he rolls his eyes.

"Wow that hurt my feelings." he deadpans and you wiggle your toes and watch as the clowns throw poor little Dumbo around.

"Ya know. I think a stuffed little elephant would be cute for the crib." you sniffle, a sudden wave a sadness and pity hitting you as the mouse helps clean up Dumbo to visit his mom.

"Yeah, it would be cute," Fez says as he swallows his food and peeks at your laptop. He looks up with concern as you sniffle harder and tears start down your face when poor little Dumbo climbs onto his mom trunk and she starts to sing that sweet little sad song.

"Baby mine, don't you cry

Baby mine, dry your eyes

Rest your head close to my heart

Never to part

Baby of mine"

"Y/n....Y/n why are you crying? Are you hurting?" Fez asks, worried at your sudden soft tears you and you give a little hiccup when he scoots closer and places one hand on the baby bump and one on your cheek.

"It-it's so sad. She, she just wanna be a good mama and protect her baby and-and this damn song." you start to cry softly and Fez sighs and moves you two around. You let you tears get soak on the shoulder of his shirt as he hugs you close and moves around to get the remote. Your breath hitches as he turns off the TV but the lyrics still linger in your mind

"You are so precious to me

Cute as can be

Baby of mine"

"I couldn't protect my babies, how am I gonna be a good mom if I couldn't even protect em..." you hiccup through a whisper. Fez kisses your head and rubs your sore lower back as your hand grasps the fabric of his shirt.

"Shush, it's not your fault. If anything it's mine. Please don't cry anymore Beautiful. Calm down." He comforts you and you shake your head and curls up.

"I should have done more to fought him off.

"Y/n stop."

"I should have worked less, eaten better, been overcautious and-and maybe- Stop!" Fez says sharply, his tone soften to shush you then he pulls you up a bit to look him in the face.

"You already the best mom our baby got. You fought for them and going through a lotta pain for the baby and you still wanna do more fo' em. That a lot more than my mom did. I'm the one that got Mouse caught up in your life, he's the one that sent that dude and shot up ya spot and made us...fuck...made us lose the other one."

"Not you Fez, me! I lost the other baby! I was the one who felt it leave and my body wasn't enough! Don't try and guilt me and say it's your fault! What did you lose?! I... and-and....shit..shit I'm sorry. I-"

"No, it was on your mind. You had to say it. I know whatchu mean." Fez comforts you, you shake your head and try to pull away.

"I'm feeling way too much right now. That wasn't right for me to say"

"I know." He says again. Pulling you back close and laying your two's forehead on one another.

"I know losing the twin hurt you too. I...I just got really upset for no reason. I knew saying that hurt." you croak out and he sighs.

"Yeah..it did. But you're hurtin' a lot too... You do know your gonna be a good mom right? Yo gonna be the best." he says and you give a small grin and hum.

"You're gonna be a great dad. A big old papa bear," you mumble and Fez smiles.

"I hope so," he says, letting you sit back up and wipe your face before you start to eat again.

"I know so."

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The early light of dawn was no help in warming up the chilly late-fall morning and even little in helping Fezco perk up.

Last night was horrible.

Two months and a half had passed since the drive-by, you could have the baby at any time now. It was really starting to hurt and stress Fez out see you so tired and emotional all the time. Your blood pressure decided to fuck up and now you were on full bed rest. You couldn't even help set up the nursery. The moment you cut open the box of soft baby toys you busted into tears then had another fit of worry and self-doubt.

Then last night happen.

No matter how long you cuddled both him and a heating pad. No matter how long he massaged your back and no matter how many tears you cried and ice you chomped on to stop the pain. It wouldn't stop. The extreme tenderness and weakness of the last two and a half months had spiked up to increasing cramping, feeling hot and even more exhaustion. It woke you up at three in the morning and made you wake Fezco up to help at 3:30.

Now it was 8:30 in the morning now and, if anything, the pain stagnated to a barely tolerable level. Fez really didn't want to leave you, but you knew him with his- I'm chill but hovering- self would cause you to be irritable and say things you didn't mean again.

"How long you gonna be at the shop today?" you ask in a tired croak and Fez purses his lisp and sighs out a small cloud of cold as he starts to unlocks the gates on the store.

"Imma close when I go get Ash from school. So I'll be back witcho bout 3 or four." Fezco says and winces when you hiss out a grumble of soreness in turning over in bed.

"Who the fuck is buying drugs at 8 in the morning?"

"You'd be surprised." Fez laughs dryly and you hum then hiss.

"You try walkin' around a bit. I know the doctor said don't but, around the bedroom and halls shouldn't hurt right?" Fez suggest and you shrug and sigh.

"I think it will be alright. I do wanna move around."

"I think try it. Just don't go down the stairs."

"Auntie L is coming over with some stuff for the nursery. She text me a little after you left" you mutter and Fez bites his lip.

"Bout what time?"

"Noon, she's gonna bring lunch," you say grunting to sit up.

"You know how to use the switch right? I really don't want you goin' down dem steps by yo self." Fez says and shoulder fall when you give a frustrated sigh.

"I know. I know...ow...just...just 2 more weeks until the induce right?" you huff and Fez nods and rubs his head.

"You can do it. You're a strong mama." Fez says and gains a small smile at you tired laugh.

"Thanks. Imma talk to you later. We Love You." you say, shuttering a huff and rubbing a circle on your belly.

"Love ya'll too." you hang up and Fez lights up a smoke and just leans his back against the gate.

Fezco was getting antsy. He didn't want to admit it, but he was.

Fezco also can't lie and say he hadn't been venting to a semi-annoyed Ash in big, worried, smoke-through-three-Swisher Sweets rambles, cause he was. He was also worried about Mouse and his boys. Guy had gone radio silent it seemed. The only thing Fezco seemed to get from the man was his supply and a present for you and the baby.

Fezco perks up from his stand-n-smoke when a clean, white Mercedes pulls up in the StoreFront drive-through. The passenger side window rolls down and Fez nods when he sees it's Guy. He walks over to the window and Guy smirks.

"Mr. Valentine. How do you do? How's Y/n?"

"You got they bitchass yet?" Fezco asks, blowing out a quick cloud of smoke and Guy nods.

"What do you think I here for? I'd keep the shop closed for today. We're going on a ride." Guy says and Fez is quick to hop in and the two pull off.

"Where you find him at?" Fez asks as Guy drives them out of the main part of town to the south side where there were storage units.

"You find with bastards like Mouse, they are mama's boys. Mother just to have happened to live in Sacramento. He's gonna be just a bit beat up when you see him, it was hard for him to take a little nap on the drive to here." Guy says. Fezco shrugs and blows out his last cloud of smoke.

"I really don't give a fuck about him. I'm cool with just shootin' ole dude in the face and calling it a day. Go home and be wit Y/n, if we being honest." Fez says. Guy has to hold back from hitting the brake, he gives a confused and slightly angered side glance at the ginger.

"Mouse ordered the hit on you guys! He pulled a drive-by on you!"

"All Mouse did was insult me and shot at me. I've dealt with his mouth and his guns before. Dude shot me and wanted me dead. So, Imma shoot him 'til he dead. Simple. It's that Tanner muthafucka that Imma beat until all that's left is teeth. He's the reason one of my babies is dead. He's the reason Y/n's in so much pain. He ain't have to do what Mouse said, be he did. So, after we cap Mouse, find Tanner." Fez says and Guy gives a sigh and turns down the gravel road.

"Well, you already did that."

"What?"

"In tracking Mouse down, I got info. When they were leaving town they dumped him in front of the ER. He was DOA, blinded by bleach and his nose fractured into his fucking brain. You wanna beat a dead man Fezco? How princely of you." Guy says voice teasing and Fez shrugs.

"Good, he can't hurt my family then." is all Fez lets out as his body relaxes.

Guy nods and parks the car. The two get out and he leads Fez down the path to the farthest unit and pops off the padlock.

"Not even a prayer on your lips?"

"I gotta angel coming in about three weeks. Don't worry about me." Fez says and Guy opens the door.

Mouse sits tied with a chain to a chair and his hands zip-tied, head with a gash. He woozily looks up at Fez and scowls.

"Bitchass." Mouse growls and sluggishly tires to move.

"Yeah, dude ain't worth it," Fez says and before Mouse can run his mouth, Fez pulls his gun from his waist and let's go the full clip of rounds on Mouse's body. Guy jumps a bit and holds his hands over his ears at the loud shots. Fez's arm is stiff and the gun cocked to the side and casually as he sprays 15 shots into the old Drug Lord. His gun smokes heavily in the cold once the deed is done. Mouses body folds over limply.

Fez lets out just one deep breath. He calmly turns the gun up and hands it to Guy. Fully done with the weapon he'd been forced to carry for the last 15 years of his life in dealing with Mouse.

"Thanks. Now take me home to my baby."

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elysiansaysthings · 4 years

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task 004

people interview with elysian

What do you like doing in your spare time?

"this is the most basic answer but i really love having time to spend with my kids. with me working and them in school and after school activities and the babies being in daycare, i really like spending my says off with the kids. i take them to the movies or the park, or we'll have a pool day or a picnic. sometimes i'll take them into my recording studio so i can capture those funny and sweet moments when we're just talking," ellie said with a smile.

Who is or was your celebrity crush?

"if we're talking mainstream celebrities, i'd jump in front of a bus for chris evans. listen, if i was single... i'd be his wife and i wouldn't take no for an answer. but, my actual husband has always been my number one crush. i thought he was the cutest thing when i first met him. we were kids when we met and i had the biggest crush on him and i told my sister 'i'm gonna marry him one day'," she said, smiling. "and i did. best decision i ever made."

Are you single?

"i am not, i'm happily married. you'd be surprised at how often i get asked this, even though i have a ring on my finger and we're together all the time," ellie said with a laugh. "like, i've been pretty well known my entire life, and the fact that people still ask if i plan on getting married is insane. i also think it's really funny when people ask if i plan on having kids, because i've got five already and they're with me most of the time when i go anywhere that's not work, so that always makes me laugh."

What’s a daily routine consist of with your family?

"ollie usually wakes up first. he's the one that gets the house running. the other kids have to get up for school, otherwise they'd be asleep until nine or ten, and harper's usually awake by seven, but if she isn't then i wake her up because she's the one that's difficult to get put down at night, so i try to keep her on a schedule for sure. we have breakfast, i get the kids to school and daycare --- or mason does, but they get there either way. we go to work, one of us picks up the kids, gets them to their after school activities, if there's shopping that needs to be done then one of us will do that while the other stays home with ollie and harper, then whoever stayed home will go pick the kids up, we do homework, we do dinner, we get baths and showers taken care of and then we either watch movies or play games or let them do their own thing until bedtime. i wish the days were longer so we could have a little extra time, but we got lucky with what we have so i try not to complain too much."

How would someone get your special attention?

"a couple different ways. i'm that person that people go to. i know what it's like to need someone to lean on, so i try to be that person for my friends and family. if someone needs to talk, all they have to do is text me like 'hey, i need to vent' or something. another way is just... be nice. be courteous. i like nice people. a real good way to get my attention is being funny though. i love humor. if you can get me to laugh, you've won it all."

What has been your best/worst date?

"my best date was when mason proposed. it was really romantic. he set the whole house up with flowers and candles and he cooked, and he made it this really beautiful, elaborate ceremony and i could kind of tell something was going on and in the back of my mind i was like 'oh my god, is this it' but i was waiting to get excited until i knew for sure what was going on. then he asked me to marry him and that was that. my worst date... probably the same date because it got cut short. this was this year, i was pregnant with harper and i still had like... a week until my due date and we thought i'd go longer because all of our other kids were late. so i was having contractions all day, but they weren't close enough together to think anything of it. i get braxton hicks contractions every time i hit that last part of my third trimester so i thought that's what it was. well, after he proposed and the excitement died down, my water broke and harper was born less than two hours later. it was the strangest labor i'd ever experienced. all of my other labors progressed slowly, like my contractions got closer and closer, then my water broke, but with harper my contractions were still about forty-five minutes apart all day so i wasn't really worried about it. but she came really fast after my water broke, my midwife almost didn't make it to the house in time. i was crowning and mason was like 'please stay in, pleast stay in' and gabby was like 'i call dibs on catching her'," ellie laughed. "but i mean, i guess i can't really call that a bad date, huh? cause that was a happy day. i dunno, i guess i don't really have a bad date. unless we count all the times i had morning sickness and our dates had to be cut short because i was too nauseous, but yeah. none of my dates have ever been bad enough to consider it being bad."

Would you date a fan?

"never. it's never a good idea. kudos to those that can make it work, but it's just not a good idea in my opinion. fans idolize you and they think nothing but the best. they think they know you really well, but they really only know what they see online and on tv. and then when they really get to know you in person, their perspective changes. i'm no saint. i've said and done some pretty controversial things and i'm extremely opinionated, and unless you truly know me and know what my intentions are when i speak those opinions, you'd probably get offended because of how i deliver those opinions. so no, never date a fan. not for me, anyways."

What is your favorite thing about your fan base?

"i love that they're just... so unconditionally lovable. they're so loyal. they're so supportive. and i really love that they call me out on my shit. sometimes i don't see the problem in something i do or say, and when they call me out on it i'm like 'oh shit, that was a dumb thing to say or do'. i appreciate it when they tell me why something i said or did wasn't okay though, because sometimes i don't understand the reason behind it being a bad thing, so i love that they explain it and give me the history of how it's problematic, so i can change the way i word things."

What’s your biggest pet peeve?

"i have several. i don't know what my biggest one is, but the ones i hate the most are when people smack their food or gum. i hate it. noisy eaters piss me off. it's disgusting and it takes no effort to chew with your mouth closed. if my infant can do it, a grown ass adult can do it. another one is when people leave their dirty laundry on the floor. specifically my household. there's a laundry basket for every single person in this house, all they have to do is put their dirty clothes in their baskets. i don't mind doing all the washing, it keeps me occupied, but don't leave it on the floor. dirty socks, that's the thing that aggravates me the most because i don't like anything to do with feet. i can't stand it, feet don't have a very pleasant smell and they're the dirtiest part of the body in my opinion, especially when you run around barefoot. oh, doors. doors is another big one. if a door was closed when you came into a room, you better close it when you leave it. and that means close it all the way until you hear the click, don't just close it until it hits the jam and leave it, like actually close the door. that one irritates me so bad i've chipped a tooth because i grit my teeth when i get irritated."

What’s your annoying habit?

"probably not realizing when i'm being annoying. thankfully i have friends and family that tell me when to knock my shit off, or they'll use a certain tone and i'm like 'crossed a line, i'll step back'. i don't realize that i'm doing it. personal habits, i'd say probably that i go through so many cups a day. i can't use the same cup twice. doesn't matter if i'm getting the same drink, i have to use a new cup. i'm like that with all dishes, so most of the dishes actually come from me because i have to get a new one, i can't reuse a dish."

Do you get used to being a celebrity?

"i hate this question because i always sound so conceited and full of myself. but my answer will always be, i've been a household name since before i was able to talk, so i kind of don't know what it's like to not be a celebrity. it's kind of like the olsen twins --- we all grew up in front of the camera, so the celebrity lifestyle is the norm for child stars."

Who is your inspiration?

"my nonna. she's worked so hard every day of her life to be treated as an equal and not just as a woman. of course being respected as a woman is important, but like... my gender isn't the only thing about me, yanno? nonna taught me that just because i'm a girl, doesn't mean i can't be just as successful as a guy."

Do you speak any other languages?

"i speak italian and greek, those were big ones growing up because the family is from italy and greece. and i use american sign language a lot, which has come in handy in so many unexpected circumstances, like when i meet fans that are hearing impaired. it's nice to be able to actually have a conversation with them and not have to use an interpreter."

Where would you like to visit?

"i would love to go to greece one day. i've been all over the world, but i've never been to greece and i've heard it's really beautiful."

What’s your favorite place you’ve been able to visit so far?

"australia and japan, hands down. japan has such a cute quality to it, and australia has the best accent by far. don't tell my husband though, he's british."

If you weren’t famous, what would you be up to right now?

"i still wish i'd gone to college, honestly. i've always, always wanted to work at nasa, so i would have definitely gone to college to major in something that would help me get in to the program. not even to be an astronaut, just at the facility because it's amazing."

Who is the messiest person you know?

"oliver. this kid can mess up a room in 0.0001 second."

What’s the most interesting thing you’ve read or seen written or said about you? Was it true or made up?

"i think the funniest thing i read was that i had a boob job. which i've never had, i'm just always pregnant so my boobs never have time to truly go back to my pre-pregnancy size. but also, push up bras. they're my friends."

What would you like remembered about you?

"my loyalty. my love. my determination."

What is one message you would give to your fans?

"be yourself. don't let anyone push you do be someone you're uncomfortable being. be yourself, no matter who that might be."

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