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loki-hargreeves · 3 years

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Loki x Reader - Strawberry Cake

Warnings/tags: [Loki spoilers] f l u f f for days, food, mentions of an injury, clumsy reader, just a kiss

Word Count: 3,6K

Summary: Loki takes a break from his Avenger case to help you bake a cake a cake, which leads to some interesting late night talks.

Author's Note: I’m so sorry if you’re allergic to strawberries. Other than that, please enjoy some fluffy and slightly carefree Loki! <3

YOUR POV

Of course they made you stay at the compound! You couldn’t believe that a silly little hand injury had resulted in you losing your mission and being forced to stay put until at least they would remove the cast that was now hugging your dominant hand tightly.

Thanks to your abilities and the quick medical aid you had received, you would heal sooner than regular people, but it still bummed you out severely. As your teammates were now out there, being productive on a mission, you were trying to kill time by baking a cake.

It was summer and the idea of having a cold drink and a slice of strawberry shortcake in the evening was the only thing that kept you calm for the time being. Besides, it wasn’t that bad. You weren’t entirely alone in the compound.

Ever since the Asgardians had moved to Earth - or Midgard as they liked to call it - Loki had been ‘redeeming’ himself. Not that he needed to. Most people already knew that Thanos was behind the attack of New York, but a lot of people refused to let go of the grudges they held onto stubbornly. Not even all the Avengers truly accepted Loki, which had you confused. None of them had perfect, bloodless pasts.

Lately, you and the god of Mischief had grown close and you truly enjoyed the company. Perhaps even a little bit too much.

Loki’s magical abilities and his ancient wisdom had truly come in handy when breaking some dangerous and difficult cases. Not to mention that shape-shifting was a foolproof way of getting into places that were otherwise nearly impossible to get in. He was surprisingly great at solving riddles and looking at files, reading between the lines until he could see something that everyone else had somehow overlooked.

Right now, Loki was in the nearby living area which was usually packed. But now that it was only him and you, he could freely wander around the compound without running into any cold shoulders.

The delicious scent of freshly baked sugar bread distracted him for a while and he tore his eyes off the numerous pictures that he had put down on the coffee table before him. In his mind, it was a perfect time for a break. Therefore, he abandoned his work and made his way to the kitchen with such silent steps that you had no way of knowing he was coming, not until he was standing almost right next to you.

“What are you making?” Loki wondered, trying to have a conversation with you. Out of all the people in the compound, he often found himself with you. You, who never seemed to judge him for who he truly was, or tried to belittle him in any way shape or form. And he thought you were fun. The two of you had put your mischievous minds together a few times and the results were always fantastic.

“Strawberry cake,” You answered him and tried not to cut off your fingertips. The last thing you needed was another hand injury. “At least I’m trying to.”

He noticed how clumsily you were holding onto the large kitchen knife as you tried to cut the strawberries, without much success. The cast was in the way and your grip was awful.

“Here, let me help you,” Loki offered kindly and gently put his hand above yours, offering to take the knife.

“Oh! Thanks, Loki,” Your cheeks felt hot just like that. It only took one touch and you could swear your heart was beating a little bit faster. Was it because you were flustered or simply embarrassed? You thought it could be a mixture of both.

It didn’t help much when he simply smiled at you as a reply. Did he know what he was doing to you?

Smoothly, you stepped aside and allowed Loki to cut the strawberries. His expertise in knives really seemed to be useful in the kitchen.

“I suppose I’ll get started on the filling then.”

It didn’t take long for you to grab the ingredients for the vanilla cream filling and lay them out on the counter top. Carefully, you mixed all the ingredients together and then began whisking it together. Something about baking was always very rewarding and relaxing. You enjoyed that it took your mind off of the mission that didn’t go too well and in the end you would have cake. What more could you ask for?

Loki stole a few glances of you every once in a while. The way you stood there, being so focused on something so simple and delightful made him feel strange but in a positive way. You were one of the most powerful people he knew of and yet there you were, baking a cake. It was so normal. Yes, normal and Loki liked that. There were no raging beasts around you, no evil enemies who wanted to hurt you or wreak havoc. It was a casual, earthly afternoon and the two of you were doing what normal people did. For a brief moment, Loki let himself soak in the lovely feeling and let himself believe that he too could be normal - with you.

Finally, the cream had thickened and you deemed it ready. You grabbed a tea spoon from the drawer and dipped it in the soft dessert.

“Do you want to taste it?” You asked Loki, breaking the comfortable silence.

“As long as you haven’t poisoned it, I’ll be glad to taste it,” He joked, which caused you to roll your eyes playfully.

“Well I suppose you’ll have to trust me on this one,” You retorted in a similar witty manner.

Loki let go of the knife for a moment and accepted the spoon. As he brought it to his lips, you grabbed another spoon so you too could taste test the cream. It was cool, which was great on such a hot day, and the hint of vanilla danced on your tongue. It would go perfectly with the strawberries.

“That’s...delicious,” Loki was surprised at how good it was. He was used to eating the most luscious foods and desserts on Asgard, but the simplest things on Midgard had quickly become his favourites. He had become very fond of coffee too after Thor practically begged him to have a cup.

“Oh just wait until the cake is ready!” You were hopeful that he would like it just as much.

“I’m sure it’ll be most scrumptious,” Loki didn’t doubt your skills at all, not even when your hand was injured. He wondered if you felt any pain or if the pills you had been taking were making it feel slightly more comfortable.

Your eyes met and neither of you looked away. For a moment, you were just two people who were excited for dessert like little children. A wild thought crossed your mind, you could get used to this.

“So-” Eventually you looked away before you would get lost in those beautiful eyes of his, “I think I need help cutting the cake in half,” You admitted and raised your hand, indicating that you shouldn’t be running around with a knife when your grip was so loose.

"Show me the way,” Loki was more than willing to help you. As a Prince, he never had to prepare his own food and he wasn’t sure if he had been allowed to even if he had wanted to do so. Being with you, he had learned new things about himself, such as the fact he enjoyed preparing food.

You removed the blue cloth that had been on the cake as it had cooled down. “Just in the middle,” You pointed at it.

Loki grabbed a clean knife and then carefully, he began cutting the cake. It didn’t take long until he was done and he had cut it almost perfectly. Of course he had. He handled knives like they were extensions of his actual arms.

“Thank you!”

“Where shall I put the strawberries?” Loki wondered, wanting to stay for a bit longer. Work could wait.

“If you don’t mind, just sprinkle some sugar on them and put them in a bowl,” You gave him a task and proceeded to scoop a generous amount of strawberry jam and spread it on the bottom layer of the cake.

The rest of the time passed rather quickly, but you had fun. Loki helped you decorate the cake with fresh berries and a lot of whipped cream.You had almost turned the decorating process into a food fight when you had accidentally thrown a strawberry at him, but then you both realized that you already had enough cleaning up to do. Another time, you had both agreed and formed a truce.

In the end, you had a beautiful - slightly chaotic - cake that would only need to be in the fridge for a few hours until you could finally cut into it.

“Do you mind opening the fridge?” You grabbed the cake as well as you could, underestimating your own injuries.

Just as Loki was going to open the door for you, you lost your grip on the cake and could only watch in horror as it fell to the side.

“Watch out!”

Right before it would’ve hit the floor and not only made a giant mess but also wasted both of your time, the cake was surrounded by a cloud of glimmering green magic. Loki had caught it just in time.

“That was a close call,” Loki used his magic to bring the cake with its tray to his hands and it looked just as good as it had moments before.

“What would I do without you?” You avoided his gaze, feeling embarrassed. You were an Avenger and here you were, failing at the easiest of tasks. Luckily, you had his help.

The question made Loki’s heart skip a beat. He knew you didn’t mean it too seriously, but still he couldn’t help but wonder. Silently, he put the cake away and then heard voices. Several people were talking and they were coming closer by the second. The team had returned from their mission.

“Y/N! It smells wonderful in here!” Sam’s friendly voice was a relief to hear, because it didn’t sound like anyone was hurt.

“Sure does,” You replied with a smile, expecting him to enter the kitchen and inspect what had happened when they were gone. Bucky would most likely come too. You knew that he was secretly a sweet tooth.

“But you can’t credit just me, I actually had help-” You turned around and hoped to see Loki, but he was long gone. When had he left? Seeing that he had retreated to his own private chambers once the others returned made your heart sink. It wasn’t fair that he didn’t feel welcome. He was just as much of an Avenger as anyone else in the compound.

“Help?” Bucky raised his eyebrows curiously, since he didn’t see anyone. It didn’t even cross his mind at first that Loki could’ve helped you, not until he saw the upset look on your face. He hated it when you were sad. Everyone on the team adored you. If only they could’ve shared the same fondness for Loki too.

“Yeah, Loki helped me.”

Several hours had passed and it was dark outside by now, with hints of pink and purple in the parts of the sky where the sun was setting. Despite it getting late, you knew Loki was not sleeping. It was far from unusual for you to chat until the sun would rise again. Every time, you wished to stay even longer but you never did.

After catching up with everyone about the mission, you wanted to see Loki. The cake had been dug into by now, but you saved some for Loki. This time you held onto the tray very carefully as you made your way to his room. You had made coffee and put two slices on cake on plates. After all, he deserved a treat as well, he had helped you make it.

Once you were behind his door and unable to knock, you cleared your throat, “Loki? Are you in here?”

Only a brief moment later, he appeared behind the door. He seemed glad to see you.

“I hope you haven’t brushed your teeth yet because I brought coffee and cake.”

Loki thought it was so kind of you to come to him with cake. When he had left so soon, he worried it would’ve upset you.

“That’s very nice of you. I can take that, please come in,” He grabbed the tray and stepped aside to let you further inside. He closed to the door with magic and followed you to his little sitting area. Loki enjoyed the space he had made for himself in there. The emerald green velvet couches reminded him of Asgard. Despite its many horrors, Asgard had still been his home and he did have moments of joy growing up. Although those were rare moments, they were real and dear to him.

He put the tray down on the coffee table which had been covered in papers only moments before, but were now tucked away safely in his drawer. The scent of the hot drink made its way to his lungs and Loki could hardly wait to taste it all.

“How did the mission go?” Loki inquired as he took a seat, at last. It had been a long day and it felt great to sit down with you and just chat.

“Oh!” You remembered what Bucky had told you, “It went well. I think they found out where a possible hideout is. They’re going to inspect that tomorrow. It could be dangerous,” You explained and took a sip of your drink.

Loki mirrored you unintentionally and relaxed his shoulders after a sip or two.

“Dangerous?” He was curious now.

“It’s on old HYDRA territory,” You remembered. By now, Loki was well caught up with HYDRA and other terms. You were convinced he had read all the mission reports that he could possibly find.

“I wish I could join them,” A sigh escaped your lips.

Loki knew very well how much you longed to do something, anything! He understood what it felt like to be held back, but he also didn’t want you to get hurt again.

Wishing to not dwell on what couldn’t be changed, you let go of the topic and put the cup down. With a smile on your face, you grabbed your slice of cake and gestured for Loki to dig in as well.

“Let them eat cake,” You declared dramatically, wondering if Loki realized the reference.

“Marie Antoinette,” Loki surprised you. He took a bite of the cake and tasted it. His eyes widened slightly in surprise. How could something so simple be so tasty?

“How did you know?”

“I’ve been places, Y/N. And this cake is divine, we should bake together more often,” Loki suggested ever so cheerfully.

It was a relief to hear that, but you couldn’t just let that line slip. Had he been to France and witnessed such historic events? Where else had he been? Or perhaps it was more appropriate to wonder when he had been. Loki was a god. He had witnessed far more than you could ever dream of seeing.

“We most definitely should, but you must tell me about where you’ve been and what you’ve done! Please,” You were ready to beg for him to tell you stories of his life. The way Loki spoke made each story sound like an absolute adventure.

This time it was Loki’s turn to be surprised, “Do you truly wish to hear me ramble?”

“Oh, Loki, I’d love to. I’m all ears,” by now you had crossed your legs on the sofa and you were leaning toward him eagerly, “that is if you want to. You don’t have to.”

When was the last time anyone had shown such genuine interest in what he had to say? Loki couldn’t even remember, it had been so long. But now seeing you with your eyes full of excitement and a smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts, Loki was convinced you were true to your words. He wanted to tell you about his adventures and for the first time in a while, he didn’t worry that he would bore anyone.

“Alright then. I think I have a few stories I can recall,” Loki didn’t even know where to begin. All he knew was that it would be a long night, which neither of you seemed to mind.

“You were D.B. Cooper?!” Out of all his tales, this one nearly made you choke on the piece of cake you had been chewing on.

A wide smile was painted on Loki’s face. He found your reactions absolutely adorable.

“The one and only,” He confirmed what you had heard.

During the time you had talked, you had nearly forgotten about your cake, but Loki hadn’t. Instead, you had been holding onto your coffee cup tightly and taking sips whenever you were sure you wouldn’t gasp or laugh at what he had to say. So far, no accidents had happened so you thought that was a very successful night.

“Wow, I don’t even know what to say,” It felt like someone had stolen your vocabulary. You were astonished, but in the very best way. You hadn’t thought you could like Loki even more than you already did, but he proved you wrong again and again.

“I just love-...I love that,” The tension in the air around you changed as soon as you said that. Why did you stop? Your lips parted in shock of how reckless you felt. You hadn’t even thought of saying anything, but when you said the word ‘love’ out loud while looking at him, you felt shivers running down your spine. It was a sudden, static feeling, like a realization of some sort. Love? Sure, you had grown close, very close in the past year or so. It was undeniable that you had feelings for him.

Did he notice how strangely you were behaving?

Loki definitely noticed the puzzled look on your face, and the whipped cream that was giving you half a cream mustache.

“Y/N,” Loki caught your attention, “You have something there,” He touched his own lips, hoping you’d catch the hint.

Oh dear, you thought. Why did he make you react like that?

“Here?” You wondered and tried to wipe your face clean.

“No, it’s on the other side,” Loki leaned toward you this time and pointed at your lips. He was so close you were certain he could hear the way your heart was racing in your chest, so close that he could feel the heat of your skin and perhaps even hear the thoughts that were getting louder and bolder in your head.

Something about the way he looked at you filled you with confidence. You wiped your lips with your thumb and then licked it off your finger, “Did I get it?”

What were you doing?!

Before, Loki would’ve thought you were unaware of the tricks you were playing to get to his heart, but now it felt different. He saw that mischievous look in your eyes and how the corners of your lips twirled into a smirk after you licked your thumb clean. Loki wasn’t a fool. He knew that you were fully aware of what you were up to.

“Oh no, I still see you’ve got something there,” He didn’t actually see more of the cake on your face, but he was simply toying with you. Two could play that game.

The boost of confidence was making you do things you normally would be too shy to even think about.

“What are you going to do about it, Loki?”

By now you were so close that he could’ve easily closed the distance. But he was careful. He traced your soft, warm lips with his own thumb and then cupped the side of your face. He enjoyed the way you leaned into his touch, but he wanted to be absolutely certain that this was what you desired,

“May I?”

“Please,” You whispered. The way he was cradling your face was already setting your skin on fire and you longed to feel his lips on yours.

That was all he needed to hear and finally, after months of staying up late together and stealing glances that lasted a little bit longer than necessary, after nervous touches and so many what ifs, you finally faced your feelings. Loki kissed you softly, but it was enough to ignite something deep within the both of you, something that couldn’t be tamed now that it had begun.

His scent, his touch, everything about him was so lovely, it was almost overwhelming. You closed your eyes and deepened the kiss and wrapped your arms around him, softly holding onto his dark locks of hair with your non-injured hand.

Loki parted his lips and kissed you again, this time a little bit more passionately. It seemed like just one bite was enough to have him hooked. Neither one of you wanted the moment to end. Was this bliss? The adrenaline rush of kissing someone for the very first time, the gently touch of needy hands, the taste of strawberries on each other’s lips.

As the kiss eventually came to a halt, both of you smiled and stayed just as close, not wishing to let go just yet.

“I think we should do this more often, too,” You took the words out from his mouth.

A/N: I wrote fluff again, it’s a miracle. I hope you liked it! If you did, I would love to hear your thoughts 🥺

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Just in Your Heart {Taylor Swift x ChubbyMale!Reader}

Requested by: @lunchawx Wordcount: 2114 Summary: After five years of dating, you’re finally thinking of making it social-media official. Warnings: Fat shaming.

You weren’t the sort of person that most people would picture Miss Americana herself to date. Taylor Swift had gone out with some of the best looking, or at least according to the media’s standards best looking - men in the world. You didn’t need to go over them. The tabloids did that enough for you on a daily basis. But the point was that you were the opposite of a lot of these men. You weren’t in the entertainment industry. You weren’t rich. You weren’t famous. You didn’t have a six pack or a chiseled chest or that rugged jaw line or any of those things. You had worked your way up to being a curator at a Museum in New York - not one of the biggest ones, mind you, but big enough to where you always had a lot on your plate. You were overweight according to your doctor though you ate healthy and tried to get lots of exercise. And you had next to no social media presence, only followed by your friends and family - not even Taylor as for the most part, you both agreed on keeping you out of the spotlight, much as that sometimes hurt. But then again - you both had been together for five years now, and you weren’t being picked apart by the media. That was nice.

“Do you think that this is folded in enough? I always think of that scene in Sleeping Beauty where they actually fold them in,” Taylor laughed, snapping you out of your thoughts. When you had stopped at the grocery store to get the ingredients for baking night, you of course had seen Taylor on the magazines. Stepping out with new ‘mystery man’ it had reported. It was only her new bodyguard and would be forgotten in a week or so but it was still a bit annoying to be surrounded by rumors of your own girlfriend.

“Yeah, that looks good babe,” You’d say, looking into her bowl. It was cake night in your shared apartment. The whole quarantine thing had the both of you at home a lot more, though you did still have to go to work, so you were trying new hobbies. Baking had been Taylor’s idea, and it was something you had shot down at first considering your weight, but she was so insistant. She had given you those puppy dog eyes you couldn’t resist. Those baby blues had you saying yes every time. “No shells this time?”

“Oh my god, it was one time, let it go,” Taylor laughed, going for the next couple of ingredients. “I don’t think that you put enough chocolate in yours.”

“It’s a light chocolate cake, not a Devil’s Food Cake. I’m still watching my weight, remember?” You kept on whipping the eggs until they were light and fluffy, and then finally folded your own into the rest of the mixture. “This will probably be my lunch tomorrow,” You joked.

“I’ll make you something, don’t worry,” She said, putting a kiss on your cheek, transferring a bit of flour that she had on her nose onto your skin. You laughed and wiped it off. “What were you thinking about?”

“Saw you on the cover of another magazine today,” You said, slipping behind her, taking the chance to run your hands across her waist as you went to grab one of the cake pans you already prepped. “They’re thinking that Greg is your new boyfriend. It’s really throwing them off that you’re not out there dating openly anymore.”

“Oh, that’s hilarious. I’m sure his wife is going to love that,” Taylor laughed, not taking it seriously. Being in the industry since she was a teenager meant that she had to develop that tough skin. You loved that about her. You only wished that you had been able to do that yourself. “Oh, let’s take a picture before we pop these into the oven.”

Always the change of subject. But you gave in, as you always did, giving her a little nod. She pulled out her phone, turned the front camera on, and snapped a picture of her kissing your cheek while the full cake pans were waiting on the counter. You were grinning, you couldn’t help it. Every time that this wonderful, beautiful woman gave you attention, you were fawning for it. You couldn’t wait to make her your wife. Just a little longer. Just getting the ring sized.

And then the pans went into the oven, and you settled back down on the couch, looking for something to watch while waiting for the timers. Taylor went straight to Law and Order. Of course. You even bobbed your head to the theme tune. Her favorite show in the whole world. She cuddled up to you, hand and head resting on your barrel-like chest. When she touched you like this, it was hard to feel insecure. And the way that she looked up at you whenever the screen went dark between scenes - still made you feel like blushing to this day.

Once the timer went off, cake out of the oven, it was the only part of this whole baking thing that you really enjoyed. Decorating. Tongue in cheek, going over the layers with the icing that you had managed to make look tie-dye with different colors. “What do you think, fruit maybe? Some whipped cream?” You looked over to see what she was doing, only to see that she was literally throwing sprinkles on top of the icing. Making a huge mess, but it was cute to see her looking so joyous.

“Whatever you want,” She’d say, bending low, turning the plate to see the other side of the cake, and then threw even more sprinkles. One thing could be said for her method - she was thorough. There was hardly an inch on it that was untouched. You looked back at your own which was looking plain in comparison, and started chopping up some fruit to put on the top. At least give some semblance of it being healthy. That way you wouldn’t feel as guilty when you went to the doctor next and explained what you’ve been eating. “I can’t wait to try yours,” Taylor said, sticking a finger in your spare icing and dabbed some of it on the tip of your nose with a giggle. Her eyes were lit up from the inside out. She looked happy. Truly happy. “Can we take another photo?”

“Can I at least get this off of my nose first?” You laughed. She shook her head no, and this time in the photo, she was licking it right off of you, the cakes on full display in front of you. Your face was scrunched up from the attention on your nose, which made her laugh when she saw it.

“This is really cute. I might even post it,” She teased, tongue in cheek.

“Doubtful,” You chuckled, and grabbed a knife to make the first cuts.

“No, really,” She said, leaning against the counter, looking at the picture on her phone. “We’ve been together five years now and I haven’t really been able to tell anyone but our close friends and family.”

“Does anyone else matter?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed. “Everyone that I care about knows about you. Why does the whole world?”

“I just - I don’t want you to feel like I’m ashamed of you when I’m not. I’d love to start posting pictures of us, like normal couples do.”

“We’re not a normal couple,” You pointed out. She was pouting again, but this time it didn’t look like she was trying to get what she wanted. She looked genuinely upset. You watched her for a minute as she dropped a couple more sprinkles on spots that she missed, trying to keep her hands busy. “Okay. Fine. You can post one tomorrow if you really want. But can we just relax tonight?”

“Okay,” She said, tucking a long blonde piece of hair behind her ear and smiled. She looked happy again. And that’s the way that you wanted to keep her forever.

Your phone was left in your office for most of the day while you were working on the usual day-to-day activities of the museum. You had forgotten your little agreement with Taylor the night before, having settled back in for a night of watching Olivia Benson on the television solving cases.

So when you finally had a chance to sit down and look at your phone, you were surprised to see that it was dead. You plugged it into your spare charger only for it to turn on and have hundreds - maybe even more notifications. You had to quickly go into your settings and try to turn them off so that you could have a breath. That was when you remembered, and immediately opened up instagram. 2.6 million follow requests. Jesus. At least your account was on private, who knows what they would have done if they had been able to go thorugh your photos and comment on them.

You’d leave those for another time to deal with. The next time that you were taking the subway and had nothing else better to do. But for now, you went to Taylor’s profile, where you were one of her millions of followers, never anything special until now. The two pictures from the night before, kissing and silly icing on your nose. ‘#bakingwithboyfriend.’

Over three million likes. Comments galore. And most of them were not of the nice and supportive kind.

‘Oh my god, is this some body positivity stunt?’ 'This is literally like three of her exes put together, weightwise. ‘ 'Must be really rich or have great dick’

There were other ones that were much more rude, but you weren’t going to go through them. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t do that to yourself. You put the phone back down, face down so that you wouldn’t have to look at it, or at the very least be a lot less tempted.

“Mr y/l/n,” Your assistant said, poking his head into the office. His face was looking flushed, so that already gave you an idea of what was going on. He already knew about your relationship, but that didn’t stop him from having fan-boy moments whenever Taylor came in. “She’s here to see you.”

“She can come in,” You said with a nod. He popped his head back out and the tall, lithe figure of Taylor, as dressed down as she could be, walked into the stuffy room. She smiled nervously and sat down across from you in the spot where donors or assistants usually would sit.

“You saw those comments, didn’t you?” Taylor said. You simply nodded. “I already talked to my publicist and we’re going to be taking comments off all of my posts. It isn’t right. Any of it.”

“Can’t say that it wasn’t expected though,” You admitted, leaning back in your chair. “I’m not Styles or Hiddleston.”

“That’s why I love you,” Taylor insisted. “You’re not any of those men, you’re you. They’ve got nothing, nothing at all, on you.”

“But I’m apparently three of them,” You laughed humorlessly. “Look, I knew what I was getting into by falling in love with you. I can accept it. Just sucks that the day had come after all.”

Taylor was quiet for a moment, but then she leaned forward over the desk, and took hold of your hands, giving them a squeeze with her well manicured fingers. “You’re everything to me, y/n. And I just want to show you that. I want to show the whole world that.”

“I know. I know,” You breathed out with a sigh. “Were any of the comments good?”

“Selena is going apeshit in the comments. Or at least she was while I was on the way here. Threatening to fight some of the people saying the worst things but I already deleted most of the really bad ones. I have my publicist on it. Some of them were really positive though. You’re really handsome. Some of them are threatening to come after you when we break up.”

“Ha, like that’s ever going to happen,” You said, shaking your head. “You’re it for me, baby.”

“You’re it for me too,” Taylor said, raising your hands up to kiss the tops of them. Your unmusical hands. “So - are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll get over it. I guess. More incentive to go to the gym maybe. Gotta show your millions of fans that you can still get a buff guy after all.”

“Don’t change yourself too much,” She’d say, smiling. “You’re perfect. Completely and utterly ... perfect.”

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formenis · 3 years

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Sfw alphabet: Mello

Anon asked: “Sfw alphabet for Mello?“

Sure, my dear Mellover~

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Since he is very emotional, he loves showing affection to his S/O but not in public. However, in few rare cases, his S/O would feel his arm wrapped around their waist or sense a gentle touch at the hand at the hideout around other mafia members. You know, just to let the others know who you both belong to.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Mello is a great friend. But since he is your best friend, he is even better. He helps you solving your problems, he is there to listen to you and to give you some advice. Very often, if someone dares to insult or approach you in an inappropriate way, he wouldn't think twice about beating this person and remind them with who they were talking about.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Cuddles with Mello are essential. Especially after a long, stressful day. He loves hearing his S/O's heartbeat against his skin or smelling the wonderful aroma of your shampoo. Those sound and smells help him calm down since they remind him of you. But this particular side of Mello's personality are reserved only to you in private places like the bedroom; outside, among other people, he would act as bold and unconcerned about those “useless” things.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Mello is too young for those things. His only desire is to live his life to the fullest without thinking about chores or things like that. However, he admits he can cook many dishes but he would never do it. Instead, he loves helping his S/O baking cakes or sweets (but only if he is in a good mood).

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If his S/O breaks up: he would feel overwhelmed: breaking things or shooting at cans and bottles at the hideout's shooting range or just avoiding eye contact with you. The moment he heard those words he felt the world falling on him, his heart was cold again.

If Mello breaks up: he is overwhelmed as well. Because he doesn’t want to do it but he has to. His life was becoming too dangerous for you and he couldn’t bare seeing you in pain. Sure, that separation would make you suffer anyways but at least you aren’t physically injured or dead because of him.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

If to settle down is a no for Mello, marriage is a total different thing. Despite he doesn’t believe couples need a piece of paper to prove their love, he wouldn’t mind seeing his S/O in nice and elegant clothes walking down the aisle.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Mello can be considered as a rough person both emotionally and physically speaking. Of course he considers your emotions too but his past and the responsibilities pushed him into the rough side.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Mello is a touched-starved boy. If you're alone with him, please touch him as much as you can: delicate hair brushing with fingers, soft caresses over his scar or arms and hugs. Oh, he loves hugs so much (but always in alone times). Sometimes he would hug his S/O a bit too tightly but you like it anyway.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He wouldn’t say it by his own initiative, at first. But once he heard it from you, he couldn’t get enough of it. He starts saying it more often just to hear you say it back. But, as many other things, it depends on his mood.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Oh no, don’t make this young boy jealous. A stranger is too close to you? He would suddenly appear at you side and check the situation. Someone has a flirtatious behaviour with you? He would remind that person that they were three: you, him and his gun. However, around your friends he wouldn’t be jealous since he knows them, and if you trust them he trusts them as well.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Mello is very passionate with kisses, he loves telling you his most personal feelings through kisses. Sometimes those simple kisses become true make out sessions. Anyway, he loves when you kiss his scar: that gesture makes him feel so much loved and a wide smile will appear on his exhausted face.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Ugh, children. Another no for Mello. He is very awkward around them, he thinks they're too energetic and undisciplined for his taste. He could bare calm and educated children but the others…nu-uh.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Not matter what time is it, you two have to spend at least a good hour together cuddling in the bed. Then, sooner or later, you have to leave your warm bed and start your day. You are appointed to prepare breakfast while Mello would look at you with tired yet admiring eyes.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Night is Mello's favourite part of the day. He loves the atmosphere night creates he could be himself finally. He would go out with his S/O for a ride to show you a new place he discovered or just to have your arms wrapped around him.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He is very slowly in opening up. He must be 100% sure about the person he likes before saying something about himself. But even in that case, he thinks there's not much to talk about. If you want to know something about him or his past, you have to subtlety ask him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

His strong emotions don’t make him a patient person. He is a hothead, someone with a short temper. However, he does his best not to lose his patience when you're involved but even with you he could explode and start yelling. This is the only time you could hear him sincerely apologise and he'd never lay a hand on you. Never.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Mello has a very good memory. Every date, name and event are printed in him memory like a book. However, he once forgot about your birthday (he was so buried with work that time) but he soon made it up to you by buying you F/F bouquet.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

Ugh, for him it sounds so embarrassing but he reminds very well the first time the two of them confessed their feelings for each other. His excellent memory played an important role: he remembers what his S/O wore, the place when it happened and even what time it was. He would replay that moment over and over in his mind during cuddle times.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is very protective but not in an overprotective and obsessive way. Of course he would be scared and worried if you don’t answer his calls for many hours but once you reassure him your phone was dead he would calm down. Moreover, he likes when you stand up for him during a discussion, this makes him feel loved and important.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Despite he remembers every important date, he wasn’t a "date guy". However, Mello would surprise his S/O with gifts and he will do everything he can to make you smile.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Since Mello eats chocolate every day and in every moment, without his favourite sweet he becomes rather moody and grumpy. In addition, he had to visit the dentist very often because of his (unhealthy) habit.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Mello could be quite vain about his look. We all know he has a peculiar and good taste about clothes: leather attires were his signature. He had many different rosaries and jewels in his room and he would take care of his skin as well (considering all chocolate he eats every day).

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Outside people would see a cold and emotionless face but the truth is that he would feel alone and devastated. Without you Mello was just an empty shell, all his movements would be mechanic; since you were everything for him, your loss would push him in a slow downfall.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He has the rare skill to appear fabulous with any outfit: rock? Perfect. Punk? Even better. One of your dresses? Majestic (it's a sight reserved to you thou).

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Mello loves when his S/O shares their opinion with him. It means he hates if his partner just nods at everything he says. He thinks sharing different opinions and point of view is one of the many keys in a relationship and he couldn’t stay with someone who doesn’t do that.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

When Mello is particularly tired, he has the strange habit to fall asleep in different and strange places: on a chair, on the counter and even on the ground. In these cases, if his S/O finds him in such positions you have to move him somewhere else or (even better) move him on the bed.

#death note #death note headcanons #mello #mihael keehl #death note alpphabet #sfw alphabet #mello x reader #mello x you #reader insert

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pillow-anime-talk · 4 years

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witch!s/o.

request: so since shinigamis are really we can asume everything supernatural exists in the dn universe,, any hcs you have for l and near (separate) discovering and then interacting with a witch!so (fem pronouns pls!) like sabrina spellman type of witch (if u don’t know the show it doesn’t matter ajssdcna,, ur idea of a witch is ok tho!!)

# tags: headcanons; witch!au; strangers/?; light!comedy; fluff; bif of angst

includes: female reader ft. l lawliet & nate river {death note}

author’s note: yes, unfortunately i haven’t watched anything with ‘sabrina spellman’, but i hope that my knowledge of the ‘harry potter’ and ‘ahs: sabat’ series will be good enough!

— LAWLIET

↘ I imagine that you two get to know each other during the ‘Kira’ case, so Lawliet is... I can’t define it correctly, but he will probably be very speechless for a while, because he discovered the existence of Gods of Death a two weeks ago, and suddenly it’s not all, because there is also you, a pretty young witch.

↘ He will look in your direction blankly for a while and also look for signs of a joke in your behavior or face expression, but when it don’t happen, he will simply nod and go back to his work.

↘ When you get closer to each other, he will be delighted how intelligent and gentle for animals and plants you are. He will be curious about all your powers and abilities, it’s obvious, but he won’t ask for it directly. He will wait patiently for you to present them all to him, along with the history of your nationality, life and family. He just wanted to get to know you better, it’s normal.

↘ You will do this, for example, by pulls his chair to the bedroom to make him rest a bit. He’ll probably think it’s hallucinations at first, but then he’ll notice that it’s just you and your moving, small hand.

↘ Then he will start asking you to use his power to... make cookies and cakes... and other sweets.

↘ I think it’s a canon.

↘ Just imagine Lawliet sitting in front of many monitors and a white keyboard, and suddenly staring at you with his tired eyes, begging you to make him a cake with your powers. He’s convinced that your abilities will speed up the baking of the cake and its overall making.

↘ Sounds silly, but it works. Lol.

↘ When the case of ‘Kira’ is still in progress, I think that you will offer him some help. Of course, he will smile at you and sincerely thank you for your concern, but at the same time he’ll decline, adding that it’s his own job and he doesn’t want to expose you to anything dangerous.

↘ He will worry about you like as if anyone could kill you. After all, you are not human. Shinigami and the Death Note cannot defeat you so easily.

↘ So this means that you will conduct your own investigation and give him clues from time to time.

↘ I am also sure that when he puts himself in danger, you will save him right away.

— NATE

↘ I imagine that you two met at Wammy’s House few long years ago. You were then one of the last children who join the orphanage to be a successor of a worldwide detective, L. Then he saw that you be able to play with fire without the need for matches or a lighter. He would be really surprised and at the same time so interested in your person. Normally, he would never approach the other child first, but this time there was something about you that he couldn’t explain rationally.

↘ He will act almost like Lawliet, with the difference that he will immediately ask you to show off your all powers (or at least some of them). He’ll be just curious about what you can do.

↘ You would be friends and then partners like Mello and Matt.

↘ I am convinced that you would be a main element that would help him to solve the ‘Kira’ case.

↘ At first, you were unconvinced about the idea of using your ability to predict the past, but eventually you realized that your powers would save Japan and the rest of the world.

↘ Anyway, if it was okay to use the Death Note, so why would your abilities be a bad thing?

↘ You agreed quickly.

↘ After the case is over, Nate will be extremely grateful to you; also that was the first time you will see him so happy and smiling.

↘ Then he will breathe a sigh of relief and simply ask you to destroy the Death Note. When you do it, he will thank you with sincerity in his voice once again and give you a small peck on the forehead.

↘ I also have the cute thought that if you have a black cat, Near will go to sleep more often because his calm and lovely purring calms him down so easily.

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multiplefandomsblog · 3 years

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ok- more shuichi fluff because i just baked cake pops and then the fluff ideas popped in !

baking with shuichi, fluff headcanons :D

his favorite sweet are chocolate muffins

you both definitely get flour and egg yolk on each other- he can pretty clumsy sometimes

sometimes you bake for him when he gets off work

you even bake cakes and cookies for him, no matter if it’s a special occasion or not

Shuichi could not bake without you or else he will absolutely burn the whole kitchen down

however he makes birthday cake pops for you as a treat for being a wonderful soulmate! he was very proud for not burning down the kitchen

he wears glasses when he bakes, end discussion-

sometimes if he’s stirring the ingredients together you can’t help but watch him,,

his favorite cake flavor would be birthday cake or red velvet, maybe even oreo flavored cake

you may or may not baked him a cake with blue and black frosting after he solved a very difficult case; the cake had “my favorite detective, congratulations love and i love you” you both shared a slice of cake as he cleaned your face of any crumbs or frosting

the cake pops were good, but yay i gave more fluff content <3

ANON!!!! 👏WHEN👏ARE👏YOU👏GOING👏TO👏DROP👏THE👏LINK👏FOR👏YOUR👏EXISTING👏OR👏SOON-TO-BE👏EXISTING👏BLOG👏!????!?!👏

THESE ARE SO GOOD AHSHBRHR I LOVE THESEEE P L E A S E OMGGGG SDJGKVJCSVVSDKVHSDVJ

#mod chia #SHUICHI IN GLASSES IS SO PRETTTYYY FISAHBJFASBFDS

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drv3imagines · 7 years

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🔥It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to…🎂

Rantaro Amami * How…how…howhowhowhowhowhowhow * Amami.exe has stopped working. * And he’s back to having a mental freak out. * How could he forget?!?!?!?? * He was sure that- * As soon as he check’s his phone he realizes his schedule for yesterday and your birthday definitely clashed. * He can’t quite speak for everyone else, but you’re HIS s/o, he HAD to remember your stuff! * To make up for his mistake he takes you out that night. He asks you to get super spruced up and he will meet with you later to take you to the most expensive restaurant he can afford. * Of course money is not everything, and he has to bring his late birthday gift to try and fix everything. * (Spoiler, it was a bracelet to match his, one he carefully embroidered with your name and ‘I love you’ in the inside.)

Korekiyo Shinguuji * He. Feels. So. Bad. * Birthdays are really important, as cultures all over the world celebrate them to commend the celebrated’s success in evading death. * He would not go unpunished for this matter, but right now he intended to mend your broken heart. * He knew that materialism wasn’t going to get him out of this one, but why would he settle for a dozen roses when he could settle for a dozen of you instead– * That wasn’t humanly possible, but he could instead flatter you by creating an entire day dedicated to you–even though technically you already have one and he missed his shot. * He cries silently to himself as he prepares the festival in your honor. * With his connections he is able to gather nearly 100 people, all ready to worship you like the deity you are. * In the center of the festival is a shrine with little trinkets he thought would best represent the wonderful person you are. * …if you find this endearing, and not creepy af…well your day certainly has been made~

Kaito Momota * *insert a string of curses* * *pause* * *insert more curses* * Way to go Momota, you forgot your love’s birthday. How are you gonna get outta this one? * Offer to sleep on the couch for starters… * Maybe a movie night? No too lame. * Stargazing on the beach? Nope that’s, like, every Tuesday… * Sheesh what’s a guy gotta do to- wait– * While you were moping (in your pity party music video) Kaito rushes up to you and immediately rushes you off to his car. * “Where are we going Kaito?” * “It’s a surprise~” * “I hope it isn’t too far, I hadn’t even had lunch yet.” * “Oh well in that case we had better get going…” * During the long drive, Kaito kept you occupied with a game of Ispy, that is until he asked you to blindfold yourself before reaching your destination. * “Okay, now watch your step…careful…and a short step down…and we’re here…” * You remove your blindfold…and honestly…you’re speechless. * Let’s just say Kaito’s connection with the astronauts pays off substantially. He was able to borrow the ‘Moon Room’ which was designed to the tee to act as a replica of the real thing. Even better was the picnic spread laid out before you. * Two birds, one stone~

Kokichi Ouma * He forgot it on purpose because celebrating your birthday on your birthday is wayyy too lame! * That’s why his super duper surprise party is awaiting for you this evening, but shhhh you’re not supposed to know ;). * Even though you were skeptical, you decided to play along and get ready. * As soon as you’ve gone off to prepare for your ‘special day’…. * OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!! * WTF OUMA?!? THE GREAT POWERFUL KING CAN’T FORGET HIS BELOVED’S BIRTHDAY! THAT IS AN ULTIMATE EPIC FAIL! * Now he’s completely stressing himself out trying to get the best last minute party of the century planned for you because of his big talk. * He figures the best way to get people there in such a hurry was to lie~ And who better could pull off such a scheme other than the Great King~ * … * The turn out was more amazing than you expected. Maybe Ouma really was telling the truth about that weird trend… * However…one of your friends’ comments struck you odd… * “I’m really sorry to hear that your goldfish died… I lost a close pet once too, so I know this situation is a little tough for you. But you’re not alone.” * What the actual- * “Happy birthday, babe! Pay no mind to them, because I’ve got you the best cake money can lie- I mean buy! Eat up~”

Shuuichi Saihara * He…forgot… * But…but he couldn’t have…it must’ve been a mistake! * Are you sure your birthday was yesterday?? * Oh no…nonononononononono… * He’ll make it up to you. * He– Okay, breath. Nothing is going to be solved by making you more upset than you already were. * He just had to trust in his sincerity to resolve the issue. Saihara knew this mistake wasn’t something you could just overlook by saying sorry, so he did all so you could feel loved. * On the side he used his detective skills to pinpoint and question your friend’s absence (he could at least account for himself because of his investigations, but that was still no excuse). * By the end of the day he has worn himself out, which is not what you wanted to happen at all. * So to resolve both of your ordeals you settle for calling in some take out food and fawning over a recently released detective novel series.

Kiibo * Well he has a pretty valid excuse as to why he didn’t show up to the party, he was malfunctioning due to a nasty little prank Ouma pulled on him. * He still feels guilty for missing your party though, especially since no one else showed up. * While part of him wanted to reach out to the Internet for help, the other half told him he needed to decide for himself what to do. * It only seemed logical to reorganize the get together and invite the same people over. It is scientifically just after all, an experiment cannot be decided after only one trial. * It must be tested over and over again before it can be decided. * So that’s what he does. * He continues to throw you a birthday party hoping that eventually one of these trials will yield a different result… * After day five, you decide that it is time to give up. That and he was running low on cash and throwing all these parties was the reason behind it. * Even though no one else came to celebrate with you, Kiibo faithfully stuck with you until the end. * His gesture definitely hadn’t gone unrewarded and you properly gifted him with three uneaten cakes and a couple of unopened presents. At least you got free parties from this experience.

Gonta Gokuhara * He could do one of two things: cry or be a man and own up to his mistakes. * And a real gent owns up to his wrongs! * He apologized profusely and promises to take you on a really nice romantic evening to show how sorry he is…but right now… * He insists that he helps you out even more by figuring out why your friends did not attend. * So you two go around town (breaking down doors and taking names…lol jk) rounding up the invitees who were no shows. * The first didn’t go so well, since some of your friends have never met Gonta…his appearance can be very frightening… * The results of your mission: one friend had a valid excuse… a handful were going to throw you a make up party and the others were ✂️ from the squad. * Gonta fulfilled his promise and made your evening worthwhile for his terrible mistake. And you were certainly not disappointed :3.

Ryoma Hoshi * S E L F - L O A T H I N G I N T E N S I F I E S. * How tf did he forget? * He didn’t have a game or practice or anything to do yesterday???? He literally had no excuse???????????? * Gahhh! * He’s dying on the inside, but practically reduces his human classification to a step stool for being such a lame boyfriend. * But it’s even more lame to whine about and not take action. * He practically gave everyone who didn’t come the bird and primarily made the day all about you. * His pride and joy, a gift from life even…apologizing for all the bs he had to put up with in the past (albeit could have been avoided if–) * His pampering doesn’t stop with just being your personal butler, he does extra favors for you as well…like baking… * P L E A S E D O N ’ T B U R N ! ! !

#I went with no formatting this time because I'm too stressed out right now to deal with that bs #I am not funny #(okay but admittedly I did make myself laugh a little lol)#Mod Tojo #Rantaro Amami #Korekiyo Shinguuji #Kaito Momota #Kokichi Ouma #Shuuichi Saihara #Kiibo #Gonta Gokuhara #Ryoma Hoshi #I am so sorry for all the memes I used...and emojis...#it's 1 am my pals the hour of creativity!!!

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