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This would always be something that boggled my mind.
How uncanny and swell it feels to have someone run their fingers through your hair.
Now, what I discovered to be the best way to enjoy such a treat is to be laying down, your head on the lap of the person treating your hair, all on a neat and comfortable sofa. It's even better when the person treating your hair is your significant other.
It's become a sort of guilty pleasure of mine, but ____ didn't seem to mind satiating it, so I've never once minded or neglected the opportunity for it.
Her fingers were just right too. Clean and slender, soft to the touch, making perfect strides through my hair. It was certainly soothing and it could definitely lull me to sleep.
This was one of those little things I really enjoy.
How uncanny and swell it feels to have someone run their fingers through your hair.
Now, what I discovered to be the best way to enjoy such a treat is to be laying down, your head on the lap of the person treating your hair, all on a neat and comfortable sofa. It's even better when the person treating your hair is your significant other.
It's become a sort of guilty pleasure of mine, but ____ didn't seem to mind satiating it, so I've never once minded or neglected the opportunity for it.
Her fingers were just right too. Clean and slender, soft to the touch, making perfect strides through my hair. It was certainly soothing and it could definitely lull me to sleep.
This was one of those little things I really enjoy.
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It was cute how Kid always insisted that he needed no assistance bundling up his coat.
I knew how he liked to have his coat in tip top condition and neatly buttoned zipped and whatnot, but that's not reassuring enough for him. He simply must do it himself.
And I was okay with that.
I always enjoy the smile he carries for a short time after we leave the apartment, satisfied and thoroughly enjoying his perfectly symmetrical appearance minus the hair, oh but I knew how sensitive that topic was.
I love how he walks straight and tall with purpose, his fingers laced into mine, his voice light when he talks.
Every time, as soon as we arrive at the cafe, he holds the door open for me, insisting that the lady goes first. He's a gentleman for sure.
He always places our order, knowing exactly what I want.
When we're walking back to our apartment, our steps slow, enjoying each other's company, I notice him adjust the lid on his cup so that the opening would be aligned with the symbol on the cup.
His character is one of those little things I really enjoy.
I knew how he liked to have his coat in tip top condition and neatly buttoned zipped and whatnot, but that's not reassuring enough for him. He simply must do it himself.
And I was okay with that.
I always enjoy the smile he carries for a short time after we leave the apartment, satisfied and thoroughly enjoying his perfectly symmetrical appearance minus the hair, oh but I knew how sensitive that topic was.
I love how he walks straight and tall with purpose, his fingers laced into mine, his voice light when he talks.
Every time, as soon as we arrive at the cafe, he holds the door open for me, insisting that the lady goes first. He's a gentleman for sure.
He always places our order, knowing exactly what I want.
When we're walking back to our apartment, our steps slow, enjoying each other's company, I notice him adjust the lid on his cup so that the opening would be aligned with the symbol on the cup.
His character is one of those little things I really enjoy.
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There's always been this thing about ____ that I also thoroughly enjoyed. One might find it cliche or another, but it's really unique so I can't help but to mirror it.
Her smile.
She has such a genuine, soft smile that curves the corners of my own lips upwards.
Anything that she enjoys, any task or process that makes her happy, she carries it out with a bright smile on her face.
It's wonderful. Symmetrical and everything. Perfectly fitted to her face and personality. A lovely demeanor really. Such a beautiful grin is befitting of a beautiful lady like herself.
And she isn't just beautiful in the sense of her appearance. No, no. She's a wonderful, good-nature bringing person. She isn't soft or weak though, certainly not. She's courageous and powerful.
A great and compatible meister with courage, something a lot of us seem to lack these days.
Who could you blame though? Kishins are a scary lot of abominations, and some can't face them. I can. ____ can. And I especially never mind facing them when she's there with me.
It must be that smile of hers.
One of those little things that I really enjoy.
Her smile.
She has such a genuine, soft smile that curves the corners of my own lips upwards.
Anything that she enjoys, any task or process that makes her happy, she carries it out with a bright smile on her face.
It's wonderful. Symmetrical and everything. Perfectly fitted to her face and personality. A lovely demeanor really. Such a beautiful grin is befitting of a beautiful lady like herself.
And she isn't just beautiful in the sense of her appearance. No, no. She's a wonderful, good-nature bringing person. She isn't soft or weak though, certainly not. She's courageous and powerful.
A great and compatible meister with courage, something a lot of us seem to lack these days.
Who could you blame though? Kishins are a scary lot of abominations, and some can't face them. I can. ____ can. And I especially never mind facing them when she's there with me.
It must be that smile of hers.
One of those little things that I really enjoy.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Every morning when I wake it's usually right after Kid.
He wakes a few minutes or even longer before I do and waits for me so he can give me a good morning kiss.
They're usually sweet and chaste, a small peck really. Sometimes he cups my face and kisses with a tenderness that sends butterflies into my stomach, as if it was the first kiss we shared.
It's strange to say but his kisses are so like him. They fit his demeanor and character well. Almost as if his kissing has manners of some sort. They're polite.
There are those few moments when he pulls me to him by the waist and kisses me oh so passionately. My arms would be looped around his neck and his hands would rest firmly and protectively around the small of my back.
Those moments, though rare, never feel out of place. It just comes naturally with us and it's a delightful bliss that I immerse myself in.
Our sweet kisses is one of those little things that I really enjoy.
He wakes a few minutes or even longer before I do and waits for me so he can give me a good morning kiss.
They're usually sweet and chaste, a small peck really. Sometimes he cups my face and kisses with a tenderness that sends butterflies into my stomach, as if it was the first kiss we shared.
It's strange to say but his kisses are so like him. They fit his demeanor and character well. Almost as if his kissing has manners of some sort. They're polite.
There are those few moments when he pulls me to him by the waist and kisses me oh so passionately. My arms would be looped around his neck and his hands would rest firmly and protectively around the small of my back.
Those moments, though rare, never feel out of place. It just comes naturally with us and it's a delightful bliss that I immerse myself in.
Our sweet kisses is one of those little things that I really enjoy.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
It's been years since we started dating. Years since the fateful incidents at the DWMA occurred. Years since my father passed.
A lot happened. And it might be selfish to say that I'm glad we were fortunate and made it through alive.
I couldn't shake this anxiety I had. The hell I went through with my comrades all those years back and this moment right now was practically making me sweat bullets in anticipation far worse than before.
I couldn't wait any longer. I've been putting it off for too long.
"____."
"Hm?"
I stopped our stroll to the cafe midway.
I pulled the velvet box I had been thumbing in my coat pocket out and got down on one knee. There was no turning back.
"____, we've been through a lot these past years. We've seen hell together,"
Oh gracious she was tearing up.
"And we've survived hell together. There's honestly no other person I'd want to experience that with but you. Darling, it would be an absolute honor and pleasure to me if you'd be my wife and share more memories, the good and bad, with me."
I opened the box.
"Will you marry me?"
With tears flowing out of her eyes ____ squealed "yes" and tackled me to the ground.
If it were anyone else at any other time, I'd have been furious for being tackled to the dirty pavement, but it was her and I didn't care at all.
Besides, my mind was too clouded with excitement at being able to enjoy more of the little things in life with the beautiful and lovely ____.
A lot happened. And it might be selfish to say that I'm glad we were fortunate and made it through alive.
I couldn't shake this anxiety I had. The hell I went through with my comrades all those years back and this moment right now was practically making me sweat bullets in anticipation far worse than before.
I couldn't wait any longer. I've been putting it off for too long.
"____."
"Hm?"
I stopped our stroll to the cafe midway.
I pulled the velvet box I had been thumbing in my coat pocket out and got down on one knee. There was no turning back.
"____, we've been through a lot these past years. We've seen hell together,"
Oh gracious she was tearing up.
"And we've survived hell together. There's honestly no other person I'd want to experience that with but you. Darling, it would be an absolute honor and pleasure to me if you'd be my wife and share more memories, the good and bad, with me."
I opened the box.
"Will you marry me?"
With tears flowing out of her eyes ____ squealed "yes" and tackled me to the ground.
If it were anyone else at any other time, I'd have been furious for being tackled to the dirty pavement, but it was her and I didn't care at all.
Besides, my mind was too clouded with excitement at being able to enjoy more of the little things in life with the beautiful and lovely ____.
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Wow.
The Soul Eater reader inserts literally come out of nowhere for me. I just wrote this in one sitting.
Yeah. It's 2:06 am. I should be sleeping but nah. I can't and I think I'm sick. fun lol
I wasn't sure how I would write this at first, but I'm really glad with how I decided to go about it. In fact the more I think about it, I'm really happy with this. It's short and sweet and cute~
I might have some mistakes somewhere in there but I'll check it later.
BTW. I HAVE NOT READ THE ENTIRETY OF THE SOUL EATER MANGA. I, LIKE THE IDIOT I AM, READ THE LAST FEW CHAPTERS. SO DON'T SPOIL OTHER STUFF FOR ME PLEASE.
Thankies a bunch for reading! If you really enjoyed it, leaving a comment for me would be delightful and appreciated! Along with constructive criticisms if possible! ❀
Death the Kid and Soul Eater belong to their respectful owner.
The Soul Eater reader inserts literally come out of nowhere for me. I just wrote this in one sitting.
Yeah. It's 2:06 am. I should be sleeping but nah. I can't and I think I'm sick. fun lol
I wasn't sure how I would write this at first, but I'm really glad with how I decided to go about it. In fact the more I think about it, I'm really happy with this. It's short and sweet and cute~
I might have some mistakes somewhere in there but I'll check it later.
BTW. I HAVE NOT READ THE ENTIRETY OF THE SOUL EATER MANGA. I, LIKE THE IDIOT I AM, READ THE LAST FEW CHAPTERS. SO DON'T SPOIL OTHER STUFF FOR ME PLEASE.
Thankies a bunch for reading! If you really enjoyed it, leaving a comment for me would be delightful and appreciated! Along with constructive criticisms if possible! ❀
Death the Kid and Soul Eater belong to their respectful owner.
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Lovely story.