#🤍 mutuals

[kavalyera]

Helloooooo I went for a walk so have some tree roots that look like they’re leading you to a faerie ring (and also have a wonderful day!! ✨)

this is what you see before it leads to my house btw !! :3

[fleeting-starshower]

Picrew Tag Game!

I was tagged by @odeblr to cattify myself using this picrew! Thank you so much, Ezra :)

The blue spots represent the streaks of blue I currently have in my hair! The glasses on my cat self are almost identical to my real ones, so I couldn't not use them :)

I will tag @jongside, @faceglitchsworld, @solaysa, @snoos-tattoos, @seohosincerely, @toxicrevolver, @luvrli, @shadow-of-tea-and-tea, @littlebookworm69, @asoulsreverie and @chronosik only if you want! As always, if you see this and would like to do it too, feel more than welcome!

[magicianarcana]

happy pride month! one day i’ll be able to stop making these posts but until then, could you all support your local black dyke with their financial troubles this month? any and all reblogs and boosts are appreciated greatly!! 🩷❤️🤍🧡🩷

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[quinnigallagherjones]

as this year comes to a close i wanted to make a post to thank all my mutuals for being here for me !!!!! whether you have been here for years, or you are a recent mutual, i want to say thank you for being here and showing me kindness !!!!! i appreciate you all so much and i am sending you so much love and happiness for 2025 !!!!! with all that being said, i hope to see all of you on this silly little website next year !!!!! 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

special mention to these beloved mutuals:

@queenofthekings @darlingboydiaz @girldadbuckley @aaronstveit @shortnsweetgf @jinxviolets @benoitblanc @novampiresremain @joekeerys @billhaders @swkywalker @vorgoths @eddie-kaspjack @eohwyyn @leviiackrman @kinglegolas @hazardsoflove @waddinghamhannah @notebookmusical @miwtual @sriya-lenka @maygrantgf @hyacinth--girl @chronicowboy @danielsousa @vinnymauro @ncutii-gatwa @luthientinuvielss @malkinse @chronic-invisibility @doyelikehaggis @daisyjohnsn @lonelychicago @doctorkinney @fridayplacebo @abigaillazaar @sunsetcurveauto @whichcouldmeanothing @kahhorri @rii-chann

[fluentmoviequoter]

Lucky Me

Requested Here by @elephants-bubbles-brachosauruses!

Pairing: David 'Deacon' Kay x shy/insecure!fem!reader

Summary: Deacon loves you and he considers himself lucky to have you. Unfortunately, you can't see what he sees, so he takes it upon himself to show you just how lucky he is with you.

Warnings: discussion/depiction of insecurities and feeling unworthy, flirting, fluff, loads of comfort and reassurances

Word Count: 2.7k+ words

Masterlist Directory | Deacon Masterlist | Request Info/Fandom List

Your fingers rake over your outfit as your eyes catch on everything you deem an imperfection. As your reflection stares back at you, distorted, shy, unworthy of the man on his way to pick you up for a date, you wonder, what does Deacon see in me?

Deacon Kay is the opposite of what you think you deserve. He’s kind, loving, handsome, and makes you feel seen, even when you don’t want to be. As your mind races and your hands tingle to fix something deep beneath the surface of your skin, someone knocks and harshly pulls you back to reality. You take a deep breath and tug the fabric of your outfit away from your skin once more before you walk out of your room and to the door.

“Hi, Deac,” you greet.

“You look beautiful,” he replies as he steps inside. When his eyes meet yours, he proves to you that no one will ever be able to love you like he does. “Are you okay?”

While you nod, you ask, “Do I look alright?”

“Better than alright,” Deacon assures. “Ready to go?”

“I think so.”

Deacon smiles, and your breath catches as your eyes drop. He takes your hand and leads you to his car. Deacon’s a gentleman, the most handsome guy you’ve ever met, and you can’t help but feel that he could do so much better.

“You’re sure I look alright?” you repeat as you lower into his passenger seat.

“Absolutely.”

As he walks to the driver’s door, Deacon sighs. You can ask him if you look alright a hundred times, but he’s still trying to catch his breath. He knows you won’t believe him if he tells you. Deacon is learning that showing you every single day that you are all he wants is the only way to convince you he’s all in, and if that helps you build some confidence, even better.

Your fingers are twisted in your top when Deacon starts the car. He leaves the car in park to turn toward you. Gently, he pulls your hands away from your stomach and rubs your knuckles. His smile is the perfect reward when your shy gaze finally reaches his eyes.

“Listen, you could honestly show up wearing a beat-up tee, and you’d still be the centerpiece,” Deacon tells you. He shushes you kindly when you shake your head. “If you don’t believe me… There’s nothing I wouldn’t do, okay? The way you look tonight – every night – you’re what I want, but I want you to see what I see.”

“I think-“ You swallow and force your voice to remain steady as you finish, “I think you see something that isn’t there, Deacon.”

Deacon’s big brown eyes harden quickly before his gaze softens. He’s lucky to have you; if you can’t see that, he’ll shout it from the rooftops until you hear him, too.

The day after your date, you don’t hear from Deacon. It’s not unusual; he’s got a busy and dangerous job, but after exposing the extent of your insecurities, it concerns you. If Deacon finally saw what you see in the mirror or realized that other women would be lucky to have him, you may have lost the best thing that ever happened to you.

You’ve been shy your whole life; you are used to that, but the insecurity rooting itself deep in your identity gets stronger daily. A relationship with a man like Deacon shouldn’t be marked by how often he reassures you that he wants you. For now, that voice deep down ridicules. As you drop your head into your hands, you ask yourself if there’s any chance that Deacon meant what he said last night and the other times he’s told you he’s lucky to have you.

“Deac, you got anything to get off your chest?” Luca asks.

Deacon shakes his head and throws another punch. Luca staggers backward at the force behind Deacon’s hit. He’s strong, his teammates know that, but this is different.

“How’d the date go last night?” Luca adds.

“I wish I knew,” Deacon replies.

“What does that mean, man?”

Deacon drops his arms and steps out of his fighting stance. “She’s…” Deacon takes a deep breath to order his thoughts. “I’m so lucky to have her, but I feel like she’s slipping out of my hands and doesn’t believe me when I try to bring her back in.”

Luca nods. Other men might poke fun at Deacon’s romantic analogy or that he’s willing to fight for a woman, but Luca knows Deacon means every word he says.

“What does she need?”

“Something that I can’t order from a florist.”

“You’ll figure it out, Deacon. If she’s still around, sounds to me like she’s fighting to stay close, too.”

“I just… I hate that I can’t help her in that fight.”

“It’s not what you want to hear, but fight your battle, Deac. You love her, that’ll be enough.”

“I hope so.”

Deacon waves his hand up, and Luca raises the punching pad again. If Deacon stops pulling his punches again, Luca won’t complain.

“Hey,” you say softly as the call connects. “Sorry for calling in the middle of the day, but I was just-“

“No, it’s my fault,” Deacon interrupts. “I should’ve called. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You pick at the pillow in your lap, waiting for Deacon to say something else.

“Are you busy?”

“Right now? No.”

“Good. I’ll be there in twenty.”

“Why?” The question slips out before you consider how it sounds. “I mean-“

“I know,” Deacon says, and you can hear his smile in his tone. “Get ready, do whatever you need, and I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay. See you then.”

“Perfect.”

The line beeps as Deacon ends the call, and you look at the dark screen. Twenty minutes isn’t much time, so you stand and pull your favorite outfit from the closet. You ignore the mirror as you walk past it. Deacon didn’t say what he was planning to do with you, so you dressed for casual comfort. Luckily, some of your insecurities have been silenced since the last time you saw Deacon. You know all too well that they’re waiting for the perfect opportunity to rear their ugly heads again.

You wait at the door for Deacon’s knock and smile as he offers his hand. He compliments your beauty – not your hair or your outfit specifically, but you as a whole person – and you don’t question it this time. It’s a small change, but one that you owe to Deacon.

“Where are we going?” you ask.

“I was going to take you to lunch, but Luca’s food truck is stopping by HQ in about an hour. I thought we'd just stay there. Is that okay?”

“Sure,” you agree. “Is your squad still there?”

“Yep. You can finally meet all the people who listen to me talk about how lucky I am to have you.”

You smile at your lap, and Deacon moves his hand into your line of sight. He sighs as you take his hand and squeezes your fingers.

“Thanks,” he says.

“For?”

I know you won’t believe me, Deacon thinks. “You’re all I want. Thanks for giving me the chance to be with you, look a fool, count my blessings, all of it.”

“You’re welcome… I think.”

Deacon laughs at your questioning tone, and the smile on his face makes the wall of doubts about yourself crack. But it shouldn’t be his job to fight your insecurities. That’s not a relationship.

“Your friends sound nice,” you tell Deacon. “I didn’t think you’d introduce me to them so soon.”

“They practically know you already. I make them look at what I’ve got, and it’s you.”

You move your free hand over Deacon’s and run your finger across his wrist. Deacon pulls into the parking lot outside HQ, and you take a deep breath. He releases your hand slowly, then helps you out of the car.

“They’re a lot,” he warns. “Mostly Street.”

“They’re your family,” you counter. “I’ll be fine.”

Deacon’s lips pick up at the corners. You want to ask what that’s about, but he leads you around a corner before you can. Several men are standing beside the boxing ring, and when one of them sees Deacon, everything changes. He slaps the arm of the man closest to him, but his eyes never leave you.

Four men turn at his reaction, and all of their jaws drop. You smile shyly as Deacon leads you toward them. After a moment that stretches into an hour, the man closest to Deacon snaps out of his stupor.

“Hey!” he greets. “I’m Luca. I’ve heard a lot about you, but Deacon clearly undersold your beauty.”

You say your name quietly, then welcome Luca’s hug. It’s a friendly one, but it breaks the tension and alleviates some of the awkwardness hanging over you.

“Any girlfriend of Deacon’s is a part of the family, so welcome,” Luca adds as he steps back.

“Family, yeah,” the younger man agrees quickly. “We put the fun in dysfunctional.”

“Street,” Deacon sighs, raising his hands in question.

“What? I’m nervous,” Street replies.

“Me too,” you agree with a smile.

“No need to be. We’re harmless, except for Street’s terrible fashion sense. I’m Victor Tan, nice to meet you.”

“You, too.”

You shake his hand before you notice Deacon has taken a step to the side and is talking to the leader of his team, Hondo. You’ve heard about him, but if he took Deacon aside to talk about you, maybe your insecurities about being with Deacon weren’t unfounded or invisible.

Deacon turns back toward you, and when his eyes meet yours, he gets lost in them. Your beauty knocks him off his feet sometimes and makes him forget to speak and breathe, yet he never forgets to tell you or show you that he loves you after that initial moment of losing himself in you, the woman who makes him the luckiest man in the world.

“You could’ve warned us, Deac,” Hondo says.

“About what?” Deacon replies, looking away from you slowly.

“She’s stunning! I don’t remember the last time a woman made me speechless, let alone Street.”

“Make a move on her and I’ll kill you Hondo,” Deacon jokes.

Hondo laughs with Deacon before he says, “I’m glad to see you happy again, brother. It’s been too long.”

“Happy,” Deacon repeats. “Look at her, I’m lucky.”

Hondo taps Deacon’s shoulder and steps past him to greet you. You introduce yourself with a smile that isn’t quite so shy now, and it makes Deacon’s heart pound in his chest. If you’re in the family now, maybe Deacon can finally convince you to see what he sees.

He walks to your side, and when he realizes you’re talking to Luca and Street about your favorite dessert, he smiles and wraps his arm around your waist. You mention that Deacon gets it for you often, and he can only think, look at you. Lucky me.

“Do you want to dance?” Deacon asks.

The music changes, and you hesitate but lay your hand in his. He leads you to the dance floor and spins you to pull you closer. You laugh in his arms, and it shines brighter than all of the lights above you.

“You’re perfect,” Deacon whispers. You don’t hear him, but he doubts you would have listened anyway.

“Of course you can dance,” you muse, rolling your eyes despite your smile. “Is there anything you can’t do?”

Make you listen when I say you are perfect. “Plenty,” Deacon says.

“Do you think you could dip me?” you ask.

Deacon smiles. Every time he sees you, you seem a bit more confident than before. It’s slow, but as you gain confidence without sacrificing your shy and loveable personality, Deacon reminds you that he’s lucky and that you’re all he will ever want. As you stop arguing, Deacon prays you’re beginning to accept and believe it.

“Oh, I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” Deacon murmurs. “One dip coming up.”

“And if I want to keep dancing?”

“There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do. Don’t care if I look like a fool.”

You smile as Deacon pulls you closer to keep dancing, and for a moment, you believe that Deacon really would do anything. But you still can’t see what about you makes him think he’s lucky to be here with you.

Back at the table, you sit back in your seat and exhale. Time passed quickly with Deacon, and you danced with him until you physically couldn’t spin another time.

“You’re amazing!” you tell Deacon.

“You’re beautiful,” Deacon replies. “But don’t take that, any of what I say, as surface things. It goes miles deeper.”

Your post-dance excitement lowers when you see the seriousness in Deacon’s eyes. You nod, believing him more than ever. He loves you and thinks that he’s lucky to have you. Deacon thinks you are all he has ever wanted. When your smile returns and you whisper thank you, Deacon knows you’re finally seeing it.

You wake to a voicemail from Deacon. It’s over a minute long, and he left it around 2 a.m. With your lips pressed together and your nerves coming to life in the early morning sunlight, you press play.

“Hey, I know you’re still asleep and I’m sorry to do it like this,” Deacon says. His voice sounds strained, and you close your eyes. “There was a big raid last night. It went downhill and we got called in to assist. Now that we’re here and we’ve got our guy, we’re dealing with the fallout, too. I… I’m leaving for a few days. 20 Squad is assisting the Marshals. I can’t tell you where we’re going or talk to you while I’m gone. But the moment I get back- when I get back, I’m coming to see you. I love you.”

Hondo calls for Deacon in the background of the voicemail before it ends. You release a breath; days without Deacon aren’t what you want, but it’s better than the alternative you considered. There’s no chance that you can go back to sleep now, so you set your phone aside and get out of bed.

You walk past the mirror in your room, then stop. Taking a few steps backward, you turn toward the mirror. The eyes looking back at you aren’t the same ones you saw a few weeks ago. The woman you see now is loved, wanted, and appreciated; she’s beautiful, and the man that she loves feels the same about her. Everything that Deacon has told you – "the way you look tonight has got me thinking I wanna shout it from the rooftops." "I got somebody who’s all that I want, and it’s you." I want you to see what I see" – is in front of the mirror. It’s all in you.

The second realization you make as you meet your own eyes in the mirror is far more impactful. It makes you run into the kitchen to read the card from the first bouquet Deacon sent you, then call his boss. You'll need his help to show Deacon how much he means to you the moment he returns.

When the team returns from their trip with the Marshals, Hondo walks into HQ first. He looks tired, but he smiles when he sees you. You wave, and he raises a finger. You take that to mean Deacon will be right in.

When Deacon does walk in, he sees you, and his eyes light up. It makes sense now. What does Deacon see in me? What he sees in you is precisely what you see in Deacon.

Deacon drops his bag and speeds up to meet you. He doesn’t ask how you found out when he’d be back; that will come later. For now, he needs you.

“Look at you,” you murmur as he approaches. “Lucky me.”

Deacon smiles, and his eyes are as bright and loving as always. He places his left hand gently on the back of your head and pulls you forward. You smile into the kiss as Deacon relaxes against you. His right hand raises to your jaw as he tilts your chin up, and you loop your arms under his to pull yourself impossibly closer to the man that made you the luckiest woman in the world.

“Woo, Deac!” Hondo exclaims as you pull back.

Deacon presses his forehead to yours and smiles.

“Put a ring on her or I will!” Hondo adds.

“What changed?” Deacon whispers.

“I finally saw what you saw. Everything you said you saw in me – all that you want – is what I see in you, too. Sorry it took me a while to realize,” you answer.

“Lucky me.”

[spaceagebachelormann]

MARS CAN I HAVE HCS FOR DOING UR MAKEUP WITH THE DUCKS <333333

PLSPSLOSLSLSLSÑSLSPSLSÑSLÑSJSLDLSJSKS ILYSM KSBDND

doing ur makeup with the ducks !

✧ warnings: none!

✧ characters included: charlie conway, adam banks, lester averman, fulton reed, connie moreau, guy germaine, julie gaffney, ken wu, dean portman, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson

✧ additional info: can be read as romantic or platonic! readers gender isn’t explicitly specified but is supposed to be fem

✧ m.list — nav.

ೃ༄ charlie conway

he’s. very interesting about it

he’ll mainly just sit and watch cause he doesn’t know what else to do but will ask questions

“omg what’s this” and it’s probably mascara

even though he’s a guy u would think he knows that

he’s not mean about it or anything, he actually asks a lot of questions because he’s genuinely interested

ೃ༄ adam banks

i have a hc he has an older sister so he actually knows what a lot of the bottles are

he’d let u test lipsticks on his arm <3

and if u wanted his honest opinion on how ur makeup looks he may or may not be able to give it 😭 but if he thinks it looks bad he’ll hesitate for like 5 mins before finally saying “you look a little crazy.. i’m sorry”

and he’d let u put some on him for funsies

ೃ༄ lester averman

he’d talk non stop the whole time u do ur makeup

it’s like 40% questions and 60% random nonsense

it’s entertaining though because he knows all the gossip and has fun facts that are actually terrifying

he’d wanna try to put makeup on u but u don’t let him cause he’ll fuck up 💕

and if u get up to go to the bathroom or just to get something u come back and bro looks like a clown

ೃ༄ fulton reed

despite the fact he’s very silly and chaotic and always has something to start yelling about he actually likes the peacefulness of when ur doing ur makeup

it’s like a little free period for him cause he can get hw done, sleep, just sit there and talk normally, etc

ofc cause he’s a Teenage Boy he’d probably make fun of u a little but he’s overall amazed by the process and how long a full face takes

and also would ask u to tell him whatever gossip yk and his responses are so funny

“so yk chelsea?—” “OHH THE ONE WHO GOT PREGNANT??? YEAHHH” “apparently the dad is j-“ “JAKE??? I FUCKING KNEW IT.”

ೃ༄ connie moreau

i feel like she’s one of those girls who only wears like mascara and lipgloss (not cause she’s a pick me but because she doesn’t know how to do anything else)

will ask u to do hers for her! and teach her how to do stuff like blush and eyeliner since she doesn’t know how but rlly wants to learn

and she also compliments ur makeup every 2 mins

“omgg u look gorgeous!” “connie babes i haven’t even put anything on yet” “and? <3”

ೃ༄ guy germaine

says things like “you look so pretty” or “that looks so cool? omg?” every 2 seconds

he genuinely thinks ur the greatest at doing makeup

and he also let’s u test lipsticks on his arm

i feel like he’d ask u to put eyeliner on him just cause he wants to see what it looks like on him <3

also his hands are probably really steady for some reason?? so if u have shaky hands hed help u put stuff on

ೃ༄ julie gaffney

100% curls ur lashes for u if ur also terrified of the lash curler

does hers with u even though she doesn’t rlly use concealer and foundation and skin stuff cause she washes her face every day <3

but she’d know how to use literally everything and is fucking amazing at it and can help u with whatever u want

would ask u to help her choose colours if she decides to have colourful eyeshadow

let’s u paint her nails <3

ೃ༄ ken wu

i’m ngl he probably just sits there and watches

probably uses the time to just talk about whatever

and if y’all have classes together he asks for help with hw 😭

“so what’s number 4 again??” “oh it’s 13 over 6” “ty!!”

he’d also start organizing ur makeup for funsies and brings u snacks and water if he gets bored

ೃ༄ dean portman

will look through literally all ur makeup for funsies

and also asks a shit ton of questions

would probably say “that’s so girly 😹🫵” as a joke but he’s actually rlly intrigued and likes watching u do it

hands u whatever u need but u probably have to explain it to him and he grabs it at the last second to be a bitch

“can u hand me the lash curler?” “the what” “that curvy thing that looks like a little science tool” “wtf r u talking about” “oh my god let me—“ “OHHH U MEAN THIS”

sometimes he actually has no idea wtf u mean though

ೃ༄ luis mendoza

knows what everything is cause as we all know this MAN WHORE has had like 400 gfs

would suggest different lip colours to do

will 100% rizz u up while ur putting on lip gloss or lipstick

“i like that colour, u should kiss me so we can both have it” “that wasn’t smooth at all”

he also makes jokes like the little comedian he is (compares random people to random shit)

ೃ༄ dwayne robertson

he’s like adam but more talkative

would try to guess what everything is used for and like very rarely gets it right

but when he does he gets so excited

he’d do ur hair while u do ur makeup so u don’t have to after

WOULD PLAY COUNTRY MUSIC IN THE BG.

[anhonest-puck]

hello loves i did this thing a while back where you describe what you’re doing at the moment so i wanted to start a little rb chain :)

i’m sitting in my bed in a loft reading a book, listening to music, and helping my friend pick out an outfit for the day. it’s 11:43 and a little cold and cloudy outside, and i’m drinking hot chocolate and the air smells like autumn and it’s so nice! :D

tagsss!: @noctilucaa @neil-perrys-suicidal-tendencies @wilsons-three-legged-siamese @yourfavvgal @lv3buzzz @sweaty-toothed-mad-woman @todds-diary @basementcorelingo @ace-misplaced @xxcherryberriezxx (no pressure! ^^)

[marimayscarlett]

Got Rammstein delivered to my doorstep this week - well, kind of 😊 The lovely @thegothicviking was so kind and sent me two issues of the Metal Hammer May 2021 'Rammstein Mutter: 20 years on' edition for my mother and myself 🤍

With the wonderful and iconic pictures from the Mutter era, a quite interesting article about the album and the tour, and several interesting picture descriptions and quotes:

Thank you again, dear, another item for my collection 🤍

[pretty-little-mind33]

Omg now what would it be like if Tangerine and Kraven met??

ik something about them makes me think they would NOT get along…

but they are similar in a way— aka they hate everyone but one person (their brothers) and are ruthless killers 😭

idk i think they would try and kill each other

Kraven would win

[superfruitland]

a mini comic i sketched based on a convo i had with a mutual the other night 🤍

and i quote, "kinnie moment".

[gottagho-st]

SHES AT IT AGAIN; i bring more phantom being loved!!!!

This time, Raintom, for my dearest @rainsbasspick 😌🫶 (and darlin Yami, i know you love these boys ✨)

enjoy my lil demons 🤍

so this has now got me thinkin bout doing like, a series of Phanty getting kissies and love from each of the others - what’re our thoughts on that?

[n0vatsu]

Hehehe finally another mm! Oc

Tw: 🔪(scars)

Sry of no art of him with mm! Tsutsuji im trying to figure out how she will think of him-:,)

i mainly did him with mm! yoake cuz they are literally siblings- (twins actually!)

yes he has a weapon (a scythe pretty much yoakes but before he got here he had to make a new one weapon cuz when yoake left to the milkshake mansion she stole his original one which is the one yoake uses to murder the visitors)

also yugure calls yoake yoyo ever since he arrived because he wanted to tease her so she will forget past events

anyways his gacha design

Milkshake mansion belongs to @boiling-potato 🫶🏻

Also i think @justafriendlystranger is interested:D

[purpled-royalty]

First snow of the year ☃️

For my secret santa this year, I drew YuNeva for @lyranova, and it was the most perfect first snow prompt. I hope you like it Lyra, I had so much fun drawing Neva and Yuno!! Happy holidays!!!! 🤍

[totalswag]

omg I was thinking ab Tatum and little baby starkey (which I'm so happy is a boy omg!!) and i may have a few hcs which I'll definitely let you know hahahaha

So, Tatum would definitely be this over protective older sister, so it's kindergarten for baby starkey, it's only been a first few days and unfortunately he's getting bullied and when he tells Tatum, my god she's filled with rage!!! (also everyone should know my phone autocorrected rage to rafe 😭😭)

she like, kinda beats em up (not a lot bc they are kindergarteners LOL) and they now have an eternal fear of baby starkey's older sis and they never mess w him HAHAHAHA

sorry this was posted late babes 😫 but i'm super excited there's gonna be a mini drew coming soon!!! please let me know the hcs, i really wanna see them 🙈.

Tatum is very protective over her little brother (i havent chosen a name for him either) she makes it known to everyone she's his older sister that will do anything to protect him.

She was at recess with her friends when she noticed her younger brother from across the court being mocked and shoved by a bunch of boys his age. Her brother's face did not look well. 

So she pulled the big sister move. Even if it wasn't the ideal option, it was the only thing she could do in her head.

When Drew and Y/N received a phone call from their children's school, they couldn't believe what the principal stated. They grabbed the car keys and went to the school to pick up both children.

Typical Tatum being the big sister she is.

"Would you like to tell Mommy and Daddy what happened today at recess?" "Your principle called us." Drew questioned Tatum gently as he pulled out of the parking lot.

"These kids were being mean to brother, and I had to show them not to mess with him or else they'll have to deal with his big sister," Tatum exclaims, throwing her hands in the air and glaring out the car window.

Drew and you looked at each other with wide eyes.

You turned to look at your son, who was smiling. "I thanked her mommy, I love my sissy," he murmured in his small kid voice, extending out his left arm and holding Tatum's hand.

[fluentmoviequoter]

hi hanna! since your requests are open, i was wondering if i could request a deacon fic where he comes home late from work one night. and when he comes home, he hears music coming from the kitchen, and when he walks in the kitchen, he sees wife!reader in the kitchen baking cookies (maybe she couldn’t sleep, so that’s why she’s baking late at night) and she’s singing and dancing while she’s baking them too! and then while her cookies are in the oven baking, her and deacon end up slow dancing in the kitchen with each other!🥰

Hi, Rachel! I love this idea so much!! I'm sorry it's short but I hope you like it!🫶🏼

0.5k+ words of pure fluff and the king of country music

Just Want to Dance With You

Deacon sighs as he unlocks the front door. You’re not there to greet him, but Deacon’s smile grows when he hears music playing in the kitchen. Deacon follows the soothing melody, intermixed with the quiet sounds of pans moving and your soft singing, until he reaches the doorway. Deacon leans against the counter as he watches you dance to the music while evenly spacing homemade cookie dough on a pan.

It's late, and while Deacon feels bad about not being home when he was supposed to be, he’s happy to see you. Even if you should be asleep. After you place the pan in the preheated oven, you turn in time with the music.

When you see Deacon, you stop. Smiling, you beckon him closer.

“What are you doing up?” he asks softly, as if speaking too loudly will shatter the moment.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you admit, wrapping your arms over his shoulders.

“I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault. How are you?”

Deacon’s eyes flutter closed as you brush your fingers through the short hair at the nape of his neck.

“Better now,” he admits, pulling you closer by your waist. “Dance with me?”

“Forever.”

Deacon opens his eyes and smiles as he reaches for your phone. Lifting it from the counter, he finds a song. As the music begins, he lifts his arm and twirls you. Against Deacon’s chest, you look up at your husband and smile.

The sound of George Strait’s I Just Want to Dance With You fills your home as everything else fades away. Dancing with Deacon has been one of your favorite things to do since you first met, and since getting married, it serves as a reminder of the love you share and your past together.

“I got a feeling that you have a heart like mine,” Deacon sings. “So let is show, let it shine. If we have a chance to make one heart of two, Then I just want to dance with you.”

“How are you really?” you whisper.

“We’re all okay,” Deacon assures you. “Hicks needed a team on standby while the fugitive squad served a warrant. We spent the night at the station. What about you? How are you really?”

“Well, I’m dancing with my husband, who I love more than the cookies in the oven, so I’m doing pretty well. Thanks for asking.”

Deacon smiles and spins you around the kitchen before he dips you. His lips brush against yours, then he pulls you upright, cups your cheeks, and kisses you as if it’s the first and last time.

“I love you,” you say against his lips.

“I love you,” he replies. “More than the cookies in the oven.”

“We’ve gotten better at dancing since our first date.”

Deacon laughs at the reminder of when he tried to dip you but slipped and fell with you. “We’ve gotten better at everything, I think.”

“I agree. We’re great.”

“George was right,” Deacon muses. “Holding you in my arms is what they intended dancing for.”

“I’m glad you’re home. And in time for cookies.”

“I’ll always come home to you,” Deacon promises. He holds you close, swaying around the kitchen with nothing on his mind but you. When the smell of cookies spreads throughout the house, he might think about that, too. But mostly you.

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