Hii hope ur well ❤️ can I request Dante taking care of fem reader after a long tiring day of work
Thank you, I'm doing fantastic, I hope you are as well. Time for fluff!
Quiet night in (Dante x Fem!Reader)
Work had been hectic the last few days; you'd been coming home late and exhausted nearly every day. Dante had noticed your exhaustion--not that you were trying to hide it--and decided that the next time you left for work, he'd spend the entire day cleaning up the house, cooking (to the best of his abilities), and setting things up for a nice quiet night in later.
When you got home that night, you were surprised to see the floors mopped, appliances polished, and food on the table. "Wow..." You mumbled, honestly surprised. You strode into the kitchen, finding two big bowls of macaroni and cheese on the table, as well as a large platter of dinosaur chicken nuggets. You chuckled as you headed towards the sink to wash your hands, astonished as to how you could forget Dante's immaturity so easily.
Childish or not, it was awesome of him to do that for you, you couldn't have been more grateful. You were about to locate and thank him for his generosity, when you suddenly became aware of this strange thumping noise coming from the staircase. You poked your head out of the kitchen and caught sight of something truly bizarre.
Dante, wearing Dr. Faust, was dancing his way down the stairs, a boombox over his shoulder. "Ah, Y/N, you're home!" He announced, tossing the boombox onto the couch and running up to you before scooping you into his arms and twirling yactually. You giggled, throwing your arms around his shoulders and kissing him. "Thanks for making dinner, Dante." He grinned in response, carrying you to the kitchen. "Oh, so you saw? Good. Hope you like chicken nuggies!" You laughed; he nudged the char away from the table with his foot and carefully lowered you into it. "Now...let's eat, then we can watch a movie," He said, plopping into his seat and shoveling a huge spoonful of mac and cheese into his mouth.
After you two had finished eating, Dante picked you up and carried you to the living room, instructing you to pick a movie to watch while he took care of the dishes. You insisted on doing them yourself, but Dante's will was iron; he refused to let you do any work. "You've been working yourself ragged, babe," He called, barely audible over the sounds of clanking dishes and running water. "Take a minute and chill."
And so you did, draping yourself over the couch and scrolling through your favorite streaming service until you found an interesting looking movie. You called Dante, who arrived with two giant bowls of popcorn, one for you and one for him. He slid onto the couch and pulled you into his lap, hooking an arm around you and tugging you close. The warmth was appreciated; calming, even.
Dante had accomplished his mission. You had a relaxing evening, snuggling up with your boyfriend and binge-watching TV all night long.
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