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If anyone saw you they’d say it’s over the top but it’s really sweet
Valentine’s day is his favorite holiday when he finally gets you to give dating him a chance
He’ll take you to candle lit dinners with the snap of his fingers and the effort he puts in is nice
Say goodbye to seats.
He’ll never not pull you into his lap
Like you could be just hanging out but you’ll be on his lap and he’ll have an arm around your middle
Kisses your knuckles 25/8
Nicknames like Dear, Darling and Princess
On the nights where you don’t feel like going all out on dates he’ll make you his favorite ramen dish and you’ll both just chill
You play videogames together and get very competitive
Sometimes Amaimon joins in
He buys you a lot of cute gifts
Like plushies
Okay this man demon is strange because he really believed that love is illogical and then he met you and at first he was like “she’s playing hard to get? She’s gone be mine.”
Then he finally got you and he was like “F U C K”
He came to love you more than he’s ever known to love anything
If anyone even tried to touch you he would not hesitate to put them in the ground
He would’ve done the cliche thing of proposing in the middle of a fancy restaurant
Crazy about cliches
And at the time you couldn’t even comprehend the size of the diamond on the engagement ring
Being married to him is exactly like dating him only extravagance goes up about 500% and your nickname is updated to ‘my queen’
He also becomes 10000000% kinkier
The wedding was… strange to say the least
Amaimon ate all the sweets and helped himself to the wedding cake before it was even cut
His father took up a host body for about 20 minutes before Rin realized and all hell broke out
Just having his brothers there in general was chaotic
It was a huge ceremony and the clown man spared no expense
Some people he just invited to get on their nerves
He refused to stay with you the night before or see you in your dress before the ceremony so that you could have the proper human experience
Which was pretty sweet of him
But lemme tell you
The honeymoon was a m a z i n g
He took you to Paris
And by Paris I mean Disneyland
You had fast passes to everything
Got matching Mickey/Minnie headbands
I think he’d be here for matching with you
You’re the only person demon or not who knows what he’s up to
He trusts you with his life, he’s not sure how it came about but he’s glad he’s got all of you
He’s possessive as fuck
If anything happened to you he’d probably end up going on a rampage
But he’d never let anything happen to his queen so let’s not worry about that too much
Lance, Shiro, and Keith coming back to an S/O they left on earth
Shiro:
As soon as they landed back on earth the first thing Shiro wanted to do was find you. He knew you would be in your small apartment curled up in your bed since it was early in the morning on earth. He knocked on the door to have it opened to your lovely sleepy face. He swore he fell in love all over again.
“Takashi…..?” You said sleepily
“it’s me.” He smiled
You then promptly slammed the door in his face. Not what he expected to return to.
“Y/N I’m sorry I left you without warning…. please open the door.” He whispered softly
“fuck off takashi you ruined my life.” You yelled back
He then waited and sat by the door for a few minutes before it opened hesitantly.
“…… do you want a cup of tea” you asked
“I’d love one.” He smiled
Lance:
They were back on earth!! It was a dream come true! After seeing his family he knew what he had to do next. He dreaded seeing the look on your face though, he knew you were heartbroken when he left. He went up to your house and knocked on the door hesitantly. You opened it slightly and gasped.
“L-lance?”
“Yeah?” He smiled
“Oh my god.” You yelled and tackled him into a hug tears streaming down your face
“Don’t ever leave me again, please.” You whispered
“I promise mi amor.” He answered.
You stayed like that for a while, arms wrapped around each other sitting on your porch.
Keith:
When the team landed on earth, worry flooded his mind. What if you left him for someone else? What if you hate him? What if you think his galra scar is ugly? What if you refuse to see him? Kosmo could tell his worries were taking him over and stalked over to comfort him. But with a small smile on his face rapidly teleported Keith to your front door.
“crap. KOSMO WHAT THE HELL” he yelled
Well now he had no choice. He went up, took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell. The door opened to your mom, who disliked Keith but now hated him for leaving you.
“Yes? Can I help you?” She asked in a sickly sweet voice
“I need to speak to Y/N.” He answered
“She’s not here.” She replied and went to shut the door
“Wait.” A voice said from behind the door, he could recognize his sweet Y/N’s voice anywhere.
“Y/N….” he whispered
Her mother left but whispered something to Y/N that sounded like “be careful”
“What is it Kogane?” You asked harshly. But Keith could tell you were holding back tears.
“Y/N I would never leave you on purpose I’m so so sorry. I know you probably can’t forget what I’ve done but I hope you’ll forgive me even though it’s been so long. I…. love you…” he blushed
You let a sob choke out as you ran to embrace him. He stroked your hair and held you.
“I’m never leaving you again. I promise” he whispered lovingly
Summary: Tony wants to put ice on Peter’s bruises thinking they’re from patrol, when actually they’re bruises from his daughter. And to Peter’s luck, FRIDAY spilled the beans.
“Hey, kid.” Tony greeted when he heard Peter’s footsteps wandering into his lab. He is working on yet another iron man suit’s prototype, while you sat on one of the long tables, reading a book.
You looked up at the mention of your boyfriend. Well, secret boyfriend, because your dad certainly can’t know yet. He can be bit protective, and you don’t know how he’ll react to you and Peter dating.
You guys do this every weeked, hanging out in the lab. You and Peter would either be working together with your dad, or just hanging out, watching a movie on a huge hologram screen from the sofa Tony installed. Sometimes, Tony would even join you two.
“Hi, Mr. Stark.” Peter chirped with his usual enthusiasm and threw his backpack to one of the chairs near him. When he spotted you smiling at him, he returned it with a slight blush as he remembers the. . activities both of you did just hours earlier.
A smirk tugged on your lips. When Peter took the seat next to you, you resisted the urge to pinch his cheek, finding his embarrased and shy face adorable.
Peter placed his physics textbook on the table and opened it to where he tuck a pencil as a bookmark for his homework.
“Physics again?” You asked raising your eyebrow, knowing he just had a physics homework yesterday.
“Yeah,” Peter sighs picking up his pencil. He was about to bury his nose in the textbook when Dum-E came nudging his leg.
“Oh hey, Dum-E,” Peter smiled, reaching up and patting the robot’s head like a dog. Dum-e beeped happily which catches U’s attention. U came rolling on its wheels to Peter and offered what seemed to be a glass of juice.
“Thanks U!” Peter was about to take it from U when the robot suddenly jerked which results to the juice spilling all over Peter’s t-shirt.
“U!” Tony scolded making the robot lower its head in shame.
“Hey hey, it’s ok U. I’m not mad,” Peter said, smiling reassuringly. “Maybe you can help me by cleaning up the floor?”
U beeped in response, happily going to retrieve napkins to do its job.
Tony sighs. “Here kid, I stashed some t-shirts here for these exact situations.” He pulled out a t-shirt from a drawer and handed it to Peter.
Peter shrugged off his wet shirt and was about to put Tony’s shirt on when he was suddenly stopped.
“Wait, kid.” Tony stepped closer to Peter and pointed at his shoulder. “Did you go on a patrol today?”
“What?” Peter looked down to where Tony’s pointing then gasped in horror. There were hickeys on his shoulder and collarbone.
“We should get ice for that,” Tony said, putting a hand on Peter’s shoulder to steer him to the kitchen.
Peter shoot you a panicked look, worried that you guys will get caught. You can only widen your eyes in return.
“Uh, n-no need for that Mr. Stark. It’ll heal in a few hours.” Peter said, hoping Tony would buy it.
“FRIDAY, time estimated till’ Peter’s bruises heal please.” Tony said, while Peter shrugged Tony’s t-shirt on.
“Time estimated is 2 hours. Although if I may inform you, it seems that the bruises on Peter are hickeys.”
Eveyone froze.
Tony looked back and forth between the two of your crimson faces, then it finally dawned on him.
“Oh shit. Don’t tell me it’s from Y/N.” Tony glared at Peter. The look on the boy’s face is an obvious confirmation.
“You two are grounded.” Tony announced, and you let out a groan. Then he turned to glare back at Peter, and the poor boy practically shrinks under Tony’s gaze. “And you Peter.”
Peter looked like a kicked puppy, and Tony couldn’t help but soften when he sees how frighten he is. He decided to take pity on him.
“You better not hurt my daughter, or I’ll hang you like a piece of laundry. Understood?”
Peter nodded quickly, not trusting his voice quite yet.
“Good. Go on, you can have you movie night then.”
Peter looked to you and both of you laughed in relief, glad that the secret is finally out.
Tony watched as the two teens grins and stares at each other like lovesick idiots. Well, he knew sooner or later, his daugther will start dating anyway. Plus, he knew that there’s no other boy in this world that’s more perfect for his little girl than Peter Parker.
bucky struggles to cope with being so… free post-winter soldier. he’s not used to having so much time, so much freedom. for years, he was nothing but an instrument and now he can play any tune he likes and it terrifies him.
something that helps bucky feel a little more at ease is establishing a routine, which he tends to follow kind of religiously.
wake up, run, eat, train, eat, free time, eat, sleep.
on tuesdays and thursdays, he sleeps in and boxes late with steve & sam. wednesday’s are for laundry. on friday nights, he gets pad thai takeout — same place, same order — and watches whatever’s on the history channel until bed.
on days when his schedule changes, even minutely, he struggles. there’s a nagging sense of being out of control and he hates it. it plunges him into a mild panic most of the time and bucky tries his best to right himself on track lest his whole world just…. crumbles, he guesses.
when you come into his life, the adjustment leaves him grappling with the fact that his daily routine and romance just… don’t mesh. at all. being spontaneous brings on a panic like no other with fear of breaking his comfort zone.
so, you settle on the small things. he always sits to your right, always holds your right hand. when he kisses you, he kisses you twice. he has his spot on the couch, his side in bed. wednesday nights, you help him fold his socks. he memorized your pad thai order by heart, has it bought and laid out for you by the time you make your way over to his apartment on fridays.
and sometimes, he doesn’t sleep in. he wakes up early and you two roll in the sheets, locked in bliss and the break in routine isn’t so terrible. he kisses you more than just twice in a row.
one day, he skips boxing to take you to the movies and he’s glowing — he smiles and laughs the entire time and you wonder if he realizes it’s a tuesday.
slowly, bucky is no longer bound to routine. he forgets what it’s like to break down when he loses track of time, he forgets the panic associated with living.
and honestly? he’d break his routine for you any day.
his backpack is weighed down with journals marred with chicken scratch and inked memories that help him piece together a lived & scattered life — smells that remind him of his mother, names that call unknown faces to mind, songs that bring back the first steps of a jitterbug.
bucky is scared he’s going to forget again.
he’s scared he’s going to forget you.
so, his journals become flooded with your name and your own writing — he lets you doodle in the pages when he eats breakfast some mornings. you write him notes about his how hair looks particularly nice today, about how you’re excited to eat pad thai tonight.
you write lovesick notes to one another. you write him how much you wish you could kiss him every moment of every day; he writes about the softness of your skin and how your laugh make his knees go soft.
he saves these pages.
some days, he draws you. he’s not good, and it doesn’t really look like you, and he get frustrated because he can’t capture how your smile makes him feel inside.
and one day it happens.
his brain flips at the sound of those command words and he comes up from the void half-aware of himself and panicked and he feels like he’s drowning and he dumps out his backpack and he thumbs through the pages of the journals like a mad-man and you’re trying to calm him down and he can’t, because he doesn’t know who he is… and it’s horrible.
he re-learns your smile and the way it makes him feel through the chicken scratch and inked memories.
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