Self-Care Sesh, Check!
Request: hello!! i love ur writings theyre just *chefs kiss* SO CUTE HHH i was wondering if i can request headcannons for death the kid from soul eater on what it would be like to have a relaxing day with him like skincares, face masks, painting his nails, cuddling, etc?? just over the top fluffy ness please! thanks!! <3 (preferably female pronouns, thanks!)
Title: Self-Care Sesh, Check!
Genre: f l u f f y - like, s u p e r f l u f f y. some comedy as well, ahahaa.... yeah that’s about it-
Pairing: Death the Kid X Fem!Reader
Notes: The second I saw this, I melted - again, a HUGE t h a n k y o u for that! Otherwise, a whole storyline struck me when I saw this. That and a lot of funny moments. Seriously, there’s so much potential here!
Otherwise, I wanted to say that I hope you enjoy this! (That, and the fact that I cannot for the life of me find the same gif to use for each character, anyways-)
Below the cut!
first things first here:
liz has brought this up multiple times
she’s managed to even drag soul and blackstar into these things,
crona even!
but kid has never budged
maka’s done self-care stuff with her, patty has, tsubaki has -
hell, so have you!
but not kid, never kid
however
you had an idea
he usually budged to you...
and you had learned a few things from liz....
see where i’m heading here?
yeah, it’s pretty obvious lol
you had caught him one night after a mission
he’d just returned, and wanted to have the night alone with you
liz and patty had decided to hang out with maka, soul, blackstar, and them
but you stayed at your apartment with him
he was laying back, reading a book
classical music was playing in the background
you had been scrolling through your phone with your head on his shoulder
but then boredom hit
and the thought that you hadn’t spent much time to yourself lately struck you
you hadn’t really done anything special to your hair, or your nails, or even your skin lately
it felt nice to do it every once in a while
and since kid hadn’t experience that as of yet, you pieced an idea together
“hey, kid?”
“hmm?”
you cuddled into him further as he looked away from his novel
“would you want to do some facemasks with me?”
his eyes narrowed
“liz put you up to this, didn’t she?”
you gasped, dramatic as ever, and raised a hand to your chest
“not a chance! I was just asking if you wanted to try it.”
you smirked
“i know you can’t say no to me...”
he scrunched his nose, turned away and playfully scowled
“...fine, i guess. just nothing too insane.”
cue sparkles surrounding you
“thank you, thank you, thank you!”
one last glomp was all it took and you were dashing to your bathroom to get everything you needed
face masks, cleanser, moisturizer, serums, oils, you name it
it was all there, ready to use
you knew that you would have to ease him into it either way
so you started
you let him pick what music gets played, any of the shows or movies you guys ended up watching
it helped him
enough
you washed your face first, let him go next, and then proceeded onto the next steps
“okay, so - time for the face masks.”
“damn you, woman...you were waiting for this.”
your smug face said it all
he slid in front of you and left you go to town
eye masks went on, face masks went on, and even a couple cucumbers after a bit of time
you were surprised that he had let you do so much already
but no complaints! no complaints
just surprise
he actually seemed to be enjoying it
(as long as he wasn’t seeing the mask application in the mirror)
you couold have sworn that he was literal putty when you two were riding out the wait time on a peel-off mask
quiet relaxation
...until you got another idea
you had noticed your nails were looking a little...nasty lately
and you noticed kid’s hands
they were clean, but his nails were a little long
and his hair even looked a little dry
“...hey, kid?”
an almost uncharacteristic lazy hum came from him
“could i paint your nails? i’ll let you do mine, and you can choose the color.”
he raised an eyebrow, looked at his hands, looked at yours, then looked at you
silence...
“as long as you’ll let me pick the colors.”
your semi-dry and almost unmovable face wiggled into a smile
you about spoke, about to ask about his hair-
“and yes, i will let you do my hair. same stipulations apply, though, darling.”
it took all of your willpower to not glomp him yet again
but what mostly stopped you was the fact that the mask might get stuck on your clothes and you didn’t want that
there was still one more mask to put on, that one being a moisturizing peel-off
so, you let him do yours, and you did his
(in the bathroom. obviously)
(like hell that gloopy stuff would reach your carpet)
that in itself took a hot minute since kid was determined to make your mask even
and he was so gentle while doing it too, it made you red-
and you had made sure to repay him by making his as symmetrical as possible in return
once the masks were on and the bathroom was cleared, you dug out your nail care materials
cuticle scissors, a metal cuticle remover, orange sticks, polish remover, multiple different colors of nail polish, base coats, top coats, et cetera et cetera
there was a lot
but no matter, you were going to do it
“that’s a bit much, don’t you think?”
“hmm? trust me, it’s really not when everything is ready, kid.”
sucking in a breath, he then sighed
“...alright, i’ll trust you on this. but i’m still picking the colors we’re using.”
and you left him to it.
you gathered all of the items you needed to show him how to care for the nails before the polish (as well as the base and top coats)
and kid had began to look through the colors you had.
he’d pulled out a simple black for him, and consulted you for yours
a (fav/color) polish and (black/white) were his picks for you
“how about this? would you like these colors?”
“kid, of course! i’m good with whatever you choose.”
“hmm, alright. i’m ready to begin.”
and so, it begins
you started on him, letting him watch what you did
from getting rid of the excess dead skin around the nails, to buffing them to prep for the polish
even how to properly apply the nail polish to the nail
(though that ‘proper technique’ could be debateable-)
you let him dry his nails off before he did yours as well
he was adamant about that
he really wanted them to last :’)
(it really was sweet)
you could tell that he had paid attention to your teachings, too
he was making sure to cleanly and carefully care for your nails
the time it took was a bit long, but hey!
he did really well, and it made you really happy
and then did things get even more particular
he’d buffed the nail lightly, brushed away the dust, and when he went to put on the base coat
he nearly knocked the bottle of acetone over
“oh no!”
“i’ve got it!”
you caught it before it hit the ground, luckily
and only a tiny bit fell out
but it was still a little terrifying and left you a little more wary
kid was a little bit frozen
“kid, darling?”
silence
“kid?”
silence
“...kid?”
silence
you rolled your eyes, leaning in and pecking him on the lips
his ear turned red when you did
“...”
“...”
“...yes, i’m alright. let’s continue.”
so he did
and he did wonderfully!
the colors alternated per nail
(matching on each hand, obviously)
and the cuticles were free of polish
nail shapes were perfect
everything was beautiful
and with that, you let them dry
you’d leaned your head against his shoulder once again, his arm draped softly against your shoulders
you peeked at the glossy black on his hands and smiled before letting the gentle music run through the room
and then it came time to remove the masks and do the hair
he was up first, obviously
(he said it was because he wanted to rest, but you knew he was beginning to see why nights like these were so great)
(that, and he wanted to learn how to do it himself)
you had him tilt his head back against the bathtub in your bathroom
starting the water, finding the perfect temperature for it, and starting the showerhead all followed within seconds
he had his eyes closed and was sighing despite the uncomfortable position
you grabbed your shampoo and conditioner, preparing to wash his hair
and give him a head massage
“ah, (y/n) darling?”
“yes?”
“could you, perhaps...move a little closer to my temples?”
“of course.”
so you did.
he probably had a headache, or just some stress that he needed to relieve
it felt great for him, and he really did nearly fall asleep as you washed out the conditioner
(you already washed out the shampoo, don’t worry)
then, finally you grabbed the clear hair gloss and applied it to his hair, massaging that into his hair
and while that settled, you laid back and kid washed your hair
gentle, and sweet, and very careful would be the only thing that could be used to describe the way he did your hair
you had explained everything to him, and he took it in eerily well
buy hey, you couldn’t complain
he was never as relaxed as he was in that moment, and you wouldn’t ever wish to be the one to ruin the moment for him
when it came time to apply the gloss, he thoroughly did so
again, massaging it into your hair
and switching out once again to wash it out of his hair and apply a leave-in conditioner just to make sure that it stays nice, soft, and healthy
and you showed him how to do that, and he took it in once again and repeated the care process on your hair
and then came the fun part:
the drying process
you both had used a hair towel that wrapped around your heads to get most of the moisture out, but then you pulled out a hairdryer
“(y/n).”
“kid.”
“is that really necessary?”
“it’s easier to do and takes less time. plus, it’s been proven to be healthier for the hair.”
sigh
“fine then.”
you dried his hair on low heat, slowly using a comb and brushing it through the super slight and rare knots in his raven head
he observed you in the mirror as you did so
(he loved the sight, but he would rather be sentenced to purgatory than admit that)
(in the moment, at least)
if you have straight/not-so-wavy-or-curly hair, then:
you handed the hairdryer to him, and he followed your example to the letter
he really tried to target any of the knots that were in your hair
and it tugged a bit hard a couple times
but that’s what comes with brushing and drying the hair
once the drying was done, you both combed out the remaining knots and proceeded to relax
if you have wavy/curly hair, then:
he let you walk him through the process of drying and care
(not much here since the process is different for everybody)
but no matter, you both decided to lay back down on the sofa in the living area and watch a random tv show
you had you rhead laid against his lap
he had a hand running through your hair, and the other held your hand that was laid against your chest
“how was that, kid? you enjoy it?”
he hummed
“yes, i did. though i don’t really see myself doing it too often.”
“yeah, right. give me a call when you want to do it again.”
“yes, of course, my dear. now, how about we watch the show?”
rolling your eyes, you turned your head to the television and watched
kid wasn’t paying attention to the show, rather to you
but no matter
it relaxed him, and he frankly couldn’t ask for anymore from a night with you
(when he went home that night, liz and patty noticed his nails and gave him hell for it though)
(he decided then that he could only put up with you doing this for him rather than liz or patty)
(seriously, they teased the everloving hell out of him for caving to the self-care process)
