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irisintheafterglow · 1 year ago

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Polish Up Real Nice! (bnha boys x you)

summary: hcs about taking care of yourself and taking care of the boys (with bakugo, shoto, izuku, kirishima, and denki)

cw/tags: swearing cuz bakugo is here, sickeningly cheesy fluff, the tiniest little bit of angst, pet names (love, babe, baby, sweetheart, lovey)

note: this is your reminder to take good fucking care of yourself because you deserve to feel loved !!!

likes, reblogs, and feedback is always appreciated <3

Bakugo Katsuki

he has a longer skincare routine than you

does not matter if your routine is 2 steps or 10

he absolutely has a more complex regimen

will hide your body wash/shampoo to force you to use his instead

he likes it when you smell like him because he doesn't know how to voice his fuckin emotions any other way

it's ok !!! we love him anyway !!!

will automatically assume you're using his stuff if he starts running out

"babe, do you know what the fuck happened to my serums?"

"no, love, i'm sorry"

"you're not using them behind my back, are you?"

"i can't read half of the instructions on that tiny-ass bottle."

"it's self-explanatory-"

"it's also $100 for literally 2 milliliters, kats."

"that's a no, then."

it was denki lmao he was over at your house trying to figure out which bottle was soap

also has a haircare routine but not as strict as skincare

he'll just put leave-in conditioner if he wants it to look extra fluffy

MELTS when you massage oil into his scalp

he would rather die than wear one of those cutesy face masks

but he's over here putting fucking cucumbers on his eyes

you have a photo of him with a clay mask on and cucumbers over his eyes that he doesn't know you took

immediately sent it to his friends and now every single contact photo is of that picture

his love language is most definitely not words of affirmation but i think quality time is a strong contender

so when you're both getting ready in the morning he'll wordlessly hand you bottles of products without you asking because he's memorized your habits too <3

Todoroki Shoto

has like????? no skincare routine??????

man is just effortlessly pretty

for a long time he'd just use whatever momo or his mom recommended to him

when he started dating you and you asked about his skincare routine, he was the definition of confused

he was like

"i wash it??"

"no, but like with what product, sweetheart?"

"soap??"

despite not having much of a routine for himself, he will buy you WHATEVER you want

does not matter if the product costs more than the fucking moon

he'll have at least two bottles of it in your house at all times so you never run out

whenever he visits the store or has an assistant out shopping for him, he'll ask if you need anything (applies to basically everything but especially selfcare items)

when you do a facemask with him your favorite part is tying back his hair and giving him a tiny little sprout on the top of his head

also melts when you massage hair oil into his scalp

but he likes to give you massages more

could be with lotion or body wash, doesn't matter

will heat and/or cool his body depending on what you need

he likes running his hands over your skin until you're on the verge of falling asleep

and then he'll just lie down next to you and press his body against yours

Midoriya Izuku

doesn't really know much about skincare but is very eager to learn!!

adores doing facemasks with you

will pick up silly little animal masks from the store while he's on patrol

"look, it's a penguin."

"zuku, my love, where did you get these?"

"on patrol today."

"you're supposed to be stopping villains, babe."

"to be fair, i did kick the hell out of some thieves before buying them."

"ah, so you rewarded yourself."

"by being able to spend time with you, yes."

when he comes home late from a mission or from patrol and he's too tired to take care of his curls, you do it for him

just taking care of him in general when his body is physically unable to do it

which is quite often because you know, he's fucking deku

you'll lead him to the bath and make sure the water is warm beforehand

after he's settled and you clean any pressing wounds, you start working on his hair

he almost falls asleep right there, with your fingers gently rubbing product into his curls

you have to gently wake him to remind him to rinse

will sleepily watch you put on lip balm and then ask to try it

when you hand it out to him, he shakes his head

you smile and he kisses it off your lips

"that's pretty good. keep wearing it, please."

Kirishima Eijiro

probably uses a simple face wash and moisturizer

sometimes uses toner if you remind him but he doesn't really need it since his skin doesn't get super oily

he has a hand care routine

does that even exist??

it does now !

one of your nightly routines with him is rubbing lotion into his palms

because of his quirk, they can get really, really rough and dry

his skin in general gets beat up the most

he tries to remember to put lotion on but he's so busy that he forgets often

he also likes it better when you're sitting across from him and dotingly running your thumb along his palms

despite having a lot of callouses, it's one of the more sensitive spots on his body

"what is it, eiji?"

"that tickles."

he also asks you if you can help him take care of his nails, too

they tend to get roughed up during battles and he also sometimes picks at his cuticles absentmindedly

you help him clean up the nailbeds and scrub dirt from under the fingernails

he watches you like you painted the stars in the sky

when he comes out of the shower and his hair is down, he'll shake his head like a dog if you're in close proximity

effectively hitting you with water like a lawn sprinkler

the absolute KING of physical affection self-care

if you've had a hard day sometimes the one thing you need is just for him to lay his entire body weight on you

"can i ask a favor, babe?"

"anything, lovey."

"work was shit today, could you-"

he's already throwing himself at you and burying you both into the couch cushions

Kaminari Denki

definitely used hand soap to wash his face before dating you

instead of hiding your body wash to make you smell like him, he likes to use your products instead to make him smell like you

because of the videos you send him, most of his social media feed is influencers doing product reviews

he'll send you those product reviews and ask if it's legit or not

if you say it's legit, he'll buy it for you even if you didn't ask for it

"the fuck is this?"

"looks like some crystal roller thing, i don't know."

"baby, you're the one that bought it."

"to be fair, i black out every time i press 'proceed to cart,' so i don't remember doing it."

LOVES taking pictures and videos while you're doing self-care together

he's a sucker for the domestic life what can i say

will play music while you're trying to do your routine and take videos of him just spinning you around your bathroom

his skin also tends to dry out because of his quirk and sometimes he just needs a nice, long soak

will adamantly try to convince you to join him

not in a sexual way but in a matter of he has a small water gun hiding below the surface of the bubbles

instead of doing deep pressure therapy for you, sometimes he needs it from you

it gets hard for him, being a conduit of such a volatile quirk, and he needs you to remind him that his body isn't just a weapon

therefore he likes to just walk up behind you and ask to put his arms around you or just hold you

because he needs it

and deep down?

you need it too

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depressopax · 10 months ago

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LCDP character valentines day headcanons

Fandom - La Casa de papel/Money Heist

Pairing: Nairobi - Berlin - Denver - Tokyo - Professor - Alicia Sierra - Bruce - Cameron - x gender neutral reader Genre: Fluff Warning(s): No smuts, but suggestive themes. Reader is gender neutral. Words: 1.3K Summary: How do the LCDP characters celebrate valentines together with reader? English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 AO3 link soon

I made one of Breaking Bad characters, so ofc I gotta make one for my babygirls in LCDP ��

Enjoy and happy valentines day to y'all!!!

(single gang wya?)

Nairobi

Nairobi LOVES valentine’s day.

Cheesy stuff is her favorite thing - romance movies, dates etc…

So for Valentine's Day, she wants to have a big celebration with you.

She makes plans weeks ahead, booking a weekend for the two of you.

She likes taking you on roadtrips and also going on mini vacations to other towns

So that’s what she does on february 14.

She doesn’t GAF if it’s in the middle of the week, you’re going lmao

Of course she’s also brought you gifts, probably some jewelry or a plushie. …Maybe both, actually.

Her face lights up when you hand her a gift too.

Will be all over you with kisses

She takes a lot of photos of and with you, and everything the two of you see and do. She wants to document it all and look back at it.

The day is spent at the hotel, going to a spa, sightseeing or just a candlelit dinner, whichever you prefer.

She also books the fancy room, making sure the two of you have some privacy for the nights… ;)

Berlin

Cheesy, romantic mf man

Andrés would spend a ridiculous amount of money for valentines day 😭

No but fr, you’d have to stop him from spontaneously paying for a trip to another country.

He treats this damn “holiday” like it is a life or death situation

Which can be both charming, but a bit concerning.

Luckily, he listens to you and decides on going for a weekend away instead. …His treat, of course

He books the two of you into some romantic spa hotel, and takes you out for fancy dinners.

Of course… Gifts, too.

He buys you those things you’ve half mentioned wanting earlier. He memorizes everything you say, basically.

He does all of this, yet still gets flustered when you give him something back. “Mi amor… You… You didn’t have to.” Meanwhile he has a big grin on his face, feeling grateful for every single thing you do.

The weekend away is full of love, relaxation and… Passion 🤭

“King of valentines day”, what can I say?

Denver

I love Denver, but he is pretty forgetful.

He remembered it was Valentine's Day the same morning.

But this doesn’t mean he doesn't make an effort.

He loves you, and even if you don’t care that much about it being february 14, he wants to show his love to you.

He rushes to the store to buy you flowers and some other gift.

He takes you out on a date in the afternoon, making sure he looks extra nice for you.

The date is something romantic, yet fun.

Either an amusement park, picnics somewhere beautiful, ice/roller skating… You name it.

When exchanging gifts, he feels bad for almost forgetting, but you don’t seem bothered at all, just happy to be with him.

He gets excited when you hand him over a gift, feeling damn lucky to have you in his life.

He doesn’t care what you give him, just happy you had him in mind.

Although, if you were to be angry at him, he has more surprises waiting once home iykwim ;)

Tokyo

A bit like Denver, but at least she remembers the day before lmao

…Might be because you reminded her

She feels bad, tho, so she makes sure to buy you something and also flowers.

Tokyo doesn’t hate valentines day, but does find it annoying with all lovey-dovey couples.

But she loves you, and defies her dislike for the day.

She warms up a bit at your reaction to the gifts, tho.

And loves what you get for her.

Doesn’t matter what it is, it will be her new comfort item, and a reminder of her love for you.

She takes you out for a romantic dinner, but then drags you out to the club.

She just wants to party the night away whilst keeping you close, showing everyone that you’re hers.

The night probably ends with the two of you making out on the dance floor, and taking it somewhere more private…

Professor

This man…

He’s not used to “celebrating” valentines day, so he is awkward about it.

Probably pleads Andrés for his help to pick out a gift to you and give him advice

…Although he ends up roasting his ideas/suggestions, since they’re too bold, perverted or cheesy.

Still, he ends up taking some advice.

Homeboy just wants to give you a good day

And he does.

Sergio ends up going for the classic - flowers, suit and romantic dinner.

Also buys you some gift, just simply something he knows you like/need.

Although he’s a bit nervous/awkward at first, being around you makes him less tense.

He totally stops functioning when you smile and give him what you bought for him

Legit a blushing mess lmao

It ends up being a good valentines day, and you make sure to thank him in more than one way 🤭

Alicia Sierra

Alicia has a busy job, but she tries taking a day off, or at least the afternoon - to spend it with you.

She’s not that cheesy.

She likes Valentine's Day, since it is a day of “celebration”, but she usually doesn’t bother with it.

Until things got real with you.

She buys some simple (but probably expensive) gift and some flowers and picks you up with her car.

She takes you out to watch some movie and then to her place, where she’s fixed a candlelit dinner.

That way, you have more privacy and focus on each other.

Alicia likes spoiling you, even if she doesn’t admit so out loud.

That’s why she looks so smug as you open the wrapping paper to the piece of jewelry she brought.

The gift she got from you, she carefully places in her living room, where she can look at it all the time.

After dinner, you spend the night at her place.

You won’t be sleeping much, tho… ;)

Bruce

Bruce sees Valentine's Day as a chance to impress you.

Sure, you're already his, but he still wants to seduce you.

He’ll have you sleep over the night before, and wake you up with breakfast in bed, and also give you the gift he’s brought.

Might not be the best food, but at least he made it with love lol

Literally spends the whole day pampering you, making you feel like a royal, which is his only goal.

And you do the same for him.

Which is pretty easy. A couple of kisses, and you’re all his.

Which is why he got so emotional when you gave him a gift too.

The day is spent with home spa, watching movies, making out, and either ordering food or takeaway.

Basically just a day where the two of you relax together and do other fun stuff, happy to have found each other.

Cameron

Due to her last relationship, she’s not that fond of valentines day.

She doesn’t see the point in being extra affectionate once a year, when you can do so everyday.

Still, you buy her a valentine's gift and surprise her with flowers.

She’s stunned at first, then flustered, and then smiles, pulling you into a kiss.

As a thank you, she takes you out on a date.

Together, the two of you like adrenaline and action.

So of course, you either go to an amusement park, or go sightseeing on her motorcycle, with you sitting behind her, hands wrapped around her hips as she speed drives through town.

The rest of the day, you explore random places together, taking pictures and making memories.

Cameron can’t help but just stare at you, feeling so incredibly lucky to have you.

You go to some cozy restaurant to eat.

Once going home, it’s getting dark.

The two of you can’t keep hands to yourself during the trip home

So you end up doing that at the most random place

Afterwards, you are cuddled up and stargazing.

Although you’re supposed to watch the stars, you and Cameron only has eyes for each other, tbh <3

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toddandersonsblog · 6 months ago

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dps travelling abroad headcanons!!!!

me and my friend thought that they would go to italy, and then greece :) a very nice summer holiday

neil and todd would be so cute and couple-y. they would walk around hand in hand and kind of separate themselves from the group.

neil would be so happy and excited to see new places. todd, on the other hand, would get anxiety attacks, but neil and the poets would be there to support him

meeks and pitts would be making fun of neil and todd being such a couple and would walk behind them also holding hands/acting cheesy (if this is a modern AU, they would film a tiktok lmao. like they'd show neil and todd walking in front of them being lovey dovey and then switch the camera back to themselves doing the exact same thing with the captions

"our gay best friends:

me and bro(we're single af):")

meeks would be ecstatic to learn about a new place. he would read up on the monuments they would be visiting and act like their personal tour guide. (if keating joined them, he would probably quit trying to be the guide and give his place to "mr. meeks")

pitts would probably get lost somewhere because he was listening to music

knox would be listening to romantic italian music and sitting at a cafe or promenade in his sunglasses thinking about how much he misses chris ("dude, you're literally going to see her in a few days" -nuwanda)

charlie would be a menace, as always. he probably wears a lot of hawaiian shirts, because he's on a holiday, and that's what people wear on their holidays, right? he would LOVE italian food and would try to learn italian (or greek!!!!) traditional dances. but he would be very loud and sort of annoying, in his own endearing way (if keating was there, he would make jokes like "our captain's getting old" when they go hiking and keating gets tired lmao)

cameron is your average tourist. he wants to go to the most popular attractions, he wears sandals with socks and asks people to take photos of him in front of monuments. he's probably embarrassed at how loud charlie is everywhere they go, but what he doesn't realise is that mediterranean people are loud themselves (most of the time)

I hope this made sense 🫡

#todd anderson posting #dead poets society #dps #todd anderson #dead poets fandom #dps fandom #neil perry #charlie dalton #john keating #knoxious #knox overstreet #chris noel #steven meeks #gerard pitts #richard cameron #dead poets headcanons #dps headcanons

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stellasvault · 1 year ago

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• ravioli and two glasses of water

my first ever hobie x reader drabble!! ☀️

pairings: hobie brown x blk!fem!reader

desc: 💜 it’s one of the rare occasions where hobie takes u to a fancy restaurant instead of a simple pirated movie, but it’s not going as well as you planned..

warnings: fluff so sweet you’ll get cavities, sfw, reader is briefly referred to as a lady

notes: i’ve been thinking about this trope for a while lmao 😭 um also this is barely proofread so pls excuse any errors/bad writing!!

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“hobie, are you seriously still choosing?” you ask, huffing at the sight of your boyfriend sitting across from you, still choosing his meal for the night.

“hush love,” hobie said, still distracted by the large menu of italian delicacies in his large, dark hands. “gotta make sure i pick the right food so i don’t waste none of it, yeah?”

you sighed and ran your hands down your blood red dress, which looked well with your soft brown skin. you took in your surroundings for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. it was a fancy, yet cozy italian restaurant that was lit with candles and soft lamps, the perfect romantic setting. you also couldn’t help to notice how beautiful hobie looked under the lighting. his hooded eyelids showing off his lengthy eyelashes, his lip ring shimmering in the light. the smell of sauces and seasonings lingered on your nose, the hollow feeling in your stomach seemed to swallow you up.

you heard hobie hum. “hm, the cheesy garlic bread sounds nice.” he put down his menu before opening his mouth again to say,

“you’re overreacting about this whole ‘nice restaurant’ thing, sweets. it’s really not tha’ important.” he grinned at you before you rolled your eyes and turned your attention to the male waiter at your side, who clearly heard every word hobie had said.

you plastered a shiny smile for the employee, “hi! i think we’re ready to order, aren’t we, hobie?” you glared at him as you said his name, symbolizing your annoyance and anger at him. you subtly kicked his shin from under the table.

“sure, what can i get you two?” the waiter asked. to your surprise, he had an american accent and spoke in a stiff voice.

“i-“ you began, but hobie had already decided to order.

“i’ll take some cheesy garlic bread, if you don’t mind, and me and the lady will be sharing the large lobster ravioli.” hobie smirked as he said this, the waiter scribbling the order down.

“of course, it’ll be right with you shortly.” the waiter answered before bowing slightly and going to talk to a nearby chef. meanwhile, you were almost fuming.

“aw, lovey, why so blue?” hobie mockingly pouted before chucking almost silently. you squeezed the seat under you, cursing at him under your breath.

“trust me, restaurants like these ain’t all tha’.” hobie continued, ignoring your looming anger.

“can’t you just act respectful for once, hobie? this isn’t one of your band gigs!” you scolded him like a mother, it was only amusing to him.

hobie lightly kicked your leg in response, as your cheesy garlic bread had already arrived.

“thank you..” you nodded at the waiter awkwardly, taking the basket of the delicious bread.

hobie smirked at your sudden silence. the only sound between you two was both of your chewing, hobie’s appetite being bigger, his eating was more aggressive, his plump lips covered in melted cheese and bread crumbs.

you sighed. “hobie, pass me the basket.” you tried to hide the anger in your voice with no avail, your teeth gritted together.

he played with his lip ring using his tongue in response. “hm, why don’t you just come sit next to me then? it’s not practical for you to sit all the way over there.” he explained with a smirk.

“that’s not practical, hobie! i’m supposed to be sitting here!” you were full-on whining like a spoiled little kid now. you hated how you sounded like a little jerk, but you just wanted to have a nice date, was that too much to ask?

well, for hobie, it was definitely a big ask.

“you’re not supposed to be sitting over there in my book, lovey.” he snickered, patting the spot next to him. “here you go, enough room here, right?”

your mouth opened to shoot back with a comeback, ready to make him eat his words. but for some reason it felt as though you weren’t controlling your body as you obediently sat down at his side.

hobie clucked his tongue in satisfaction. “see, darling? was it that hard?” he asked in a mocking baby voice.

it was lucky that before you could throw a fit, the same waiter that had taken your order came with a large plate of mouth-watering ravioli and buttered lobster. the waiter swiftly put down the dish before filling up both your waters with fresh sparkling water.

“thank you, sir.” you thanked the waiter, hobie showing his agreement with a nod. the waiter nodded back and disappeared.

“looks better than i thought.” hobie noted appreciatively before digging in and shoveling ravioli in his mouth. you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of your boyfriend devouring his food, sauce staining his lips.

you lifted your glass of water to your lips before taking a sip. the fizzy flavor exploded in your mouth, your tongue getting tingles all over.

“you’re right, hobie. it does look pretty good.” you agreed, picking up your fork and taking a bite of the hot lobster. you immediately marveled at the delicious buttery flavor.

you hummed in content. this wasn’t too bad, right?

you took your fork again to try the ravioli instead. but of course, right before the fork could reach your lips, hobie grabbed the fork from your hand and put it in his mouth instead. he excruciatingly appreciated the taste with exaggerated moans of delight and slowly licking his lips. you stared at him in shock. was he serious? doing this in a nice restaurant like this?

“i could get used to this,” hobie’s voice muffled by the food in his mouth, “we should go here more often.”

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that’s it! that’s the end of my first ever written thing-a-ma-jig!

thanks so much for reading! i appreciate it so much! :)

• 💜💜💜

#across the spiderverse x reader #atsv x fem reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x y/n #x black fem reader #first write lmfao

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spookyauthorspopmusictrash · 8 months ago

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OMG so I just got a cute headcannon for @phoenix-manga 's Diamond Crown Academy!! So I think Allison is a big fan of movies and she and Madison would binge watch movies together, which would make their father furious because they weren't practicing being 'ladylike' and it was a way of them rebelling against his values. I think they brought the movie watching to DCA, they would invite the dorm leaders to Futterwacken, even the general chaos of the dorm would not deter them, they would totally introduce the other dorm leaders, especially the girls or princesses who were not quite exposed to 'binge watching' movies, such as Briar or maybe Vidya and Kore ( My DCA dorm leader oc twisted from Megara from Hercules) and they'd fall down a rabbit hole (XDD Alice in wonderland reference💀) I think after they've watched movies at the Futterwacken Lounge Room, eventually they would expand the movie dates to each one of their dorms, (except Coquille, unless there's an accessible way idk), Pommeneige, Glastanzerin, Dragonstone, etc. They would bring popcorn and other snacks that they enjoy or are native to their culture. I'd think that Perrine would bring one of her....interesting food combinations to the movie nights that would gross the other girls out lmao. They would bicker in the beginning about what movies to watch, not calling names, Evonie and Allison LMAO, The others would eventually come up with a solution, each of the girls would get to choose whichever movie they wanted on the movie nights according to dorm order so Evonie, then Ella, Allison, etc. The girls would make up theories and conspire amongst themselves as to how the movie would progress and if there would be a plot twist, although some might get shushed by the others who were trying to listen to the dialouge😝. They have movie nights once a week on any day they're all free. The teachers and even headmistress allows it bc they think that the girls bonding over movies is adorable. Also, Puchi would definately want to join and snuggle under soft blankets while eating popcorn LOL.

Now, when it comes to personal preferences i think each of the girls would like different genres. Firstly Allison would love comedies, prank shows, really anything to do with fun and chaos. Evonie, Vidya, Kore and Jinlong would like movies with a strong female lead, who fights for what she believes is right and is confident in her goals and what she wants, the girls would feel inspired and overall motivated. Maybe Vidya would like whatever the twisted wonderland version of bollywood films are, she might get confused with the drama and the overly dramatic music that comes up during the arguement scenes tho. Ella would like a rom-com, maybe a cheesy love story that makes the others uncomfortable, with a charming prince like male lead and lots of lovey doveyness. Cerule would probably like i envision a kdrama for some reason. Something with a 'follow your heart and dreams' message. For Rozeline, i have many hcs. She'd like mystery and crime solving shows, something with a lot of thinking out of the box. But maybe she would also like horror and gore. Its funny imagining Rozeline watching horror jumpscares calmly while everyone else is shaking in their seats lmaoo. Elu may like a nature documentary or something that pertains to her likes of navigation. Perrine would enjoy cooking shows for new ideas and inspiration to add to her recepies. Lastly, Briar would like something family oriented, like a story where a found family is developed, it would make her both happy and sad because she longs for a loving family (SJFKFKRKEK I LOVE BRIAR SO MUCH THE MUNCHKIN NEEDS A BIG HUG ). I also have hcs of what my DCA OC dorm leaders would like to watch. Firstly Holly, (Twisted from Rapunzel from Tangled) would like a thriller or just something with adventure and exploring with plot twists. I already talked abt Kore so lets move on, Noelle (Twisted from Elsa from Frozen) would like something to hate watch, like a rom-com. She thinks romance is overrated and she watches romcoms for the sole purpose of writing page long reviews on how bad it was💀💀.

Bonus: If Yuu and Sophie joined their movie nights one night and Yuu brought the OG disney princess films from their world, and the girls are watching the movies and are just confused because, why do those princesses/heroines in the films look similar to their dorm founders, and by extent, themselves. And why do the villains remind them of certain wild boys from a prestegious school. Sophie would be a mix of curious, confused and excited while Yuu would just snicker in the background like the smug lil bug they are bc they know whats going on and decided to be a menace. XDDD but thats just my little hc on the girls hehe

#twisted wonderland #twst #diamond crown academy #twst oc #disney twst #I have more hcs of their cute moments sjdjfkffkrkr i love their content and all their personalities and their character designs AAAA #Their character designs are the cherry on top the icing their just so MWAH

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 5 months ago

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How would you classify yours and your friends love interest types? What aspects do you think differ from your and their bias types? And based on your/their love types would you say should be their romantic interest in the top three groups of your favorites?

Oh gosh our love interests? Like irl? 😂

(I'm not gonna edit this cuz it took way too long but I hope this answers your questions lol)

I hate to say this but tbh a majority of my friends are single and aren't really interested in anyone 😅

I guess in terms of what their love interests might be like if they had one I would say one of my best friends would like someone who can keep up with her socially so like going out to clubs and parties occasionally but also being okay just staying home and relaxing. I feel like she stretches herself pretty thin a lot so being with someone who is content slowing things down a bit sometimes I think would be very important.

We have the same ult bias (Jungkook as you could probably tell from my writing lol) and we both love how endearing and sweet he can be but also how genuinely hilarious he is and many many more of his personality traits (and also the fact that he's insanely attractive and talented ofc but those are just added bonuses lol)

We've both been fans for yearssss like I'm pretty much about to hit like six years of being an Army (sometime within the next few weeks lol idk exactly when) so I joined the fandom like maybe a month or two before Love Yourself: Answer came out in 2018.

I think she's been a fan since The Most Beautiful Moments in Life pt 2 in 2015 so shit like nine almost ten years.

We actually met through a TikTok live stream! We were both on this guy's live stream and he accidentally clicked on her profile and said she was really cute and he's like "Yo everyone jump on my discord" so we did and he was too shy to talk to her and just decided to start live streaming a video game he was playing and I was like "Well if you're not gonna talk to her then I am" and we've been friends ever since 😂

Sorry lmao you didn't as for the origin story of our friendship but I think it's so funny how we met so I like to talk about it sometimes since it so unique (to my understanding lmao)

But yeah anyways getting back to your questions...

In terms of my love interest I also don't have one since I don't really go out much since I'm pretty introverted and keep things low key so my self aware delulu love interest is Jungkook 😂

I would say the kind of guy I would be interested in is someone kind, considerate and also really funny. I do prefer someone who can joke around but someone who doesn't mind talking about serious topics or even not talking at all like being comfortable in a comfortable silence but I guess I would also like to have someone that would take me out of my comfort zone.

Like going out on dates and doing things together not saying that they have to be extravagant or anything but yeah just cheesy dates like an amusement park or an arcade. Stuff like that. Also if they're romantic that would help since I'm not the lovey dovey type it would be nice to feel comfortable being vulnerable with someone like that.

Idk I guess I could go on and on about what I would like in a guy but those are some of the main things.

My goodness your questions are very difficult to answer haha but my top three groups would definetly be BTS, TXT and Got7 (although I don't really listen to Got7 anymore since they're not active as a group atm 🥲 but they were the first group that got me into kpop)

For her in terms of who her romantic interest would be in each group well I guess I should tell you her biases first. Jungkook from BTS, Yeonjun from TXT and tbh I don't know who her Got7 bias is but if I had to take a guess it would probably be JayB but don't quote me on that one lol

I would say that Hobi might match her energy a little bit more than Jungkook (Hobi is her bias wrecker) since Hobi (from a fan's perspective) seems like a person who can definetly keep up with her socially since she loves to go dancing and loves night life and I feel like Hobi thrives in that element and the fact that he's funny would definetly be something she would love.

Yeonjun again seems like a person who is very outgoing when he feels he can let his guard down and seems like a social butterfly and loves to party and have fun (again from a fan's perspective but I have no clue if he's actually like that)

And Got7 I might say she'd be interested in someone like Yugyeom since again he seems outgoing and funny once he feels like he can relax, dance have fun.

Idk man without her here it's kinda hard to tell especially since all we talk about in terms of boys are kpop idols and the occasional guys she meets when she goes out but they're more like "Oh this guy was so cute" or "I danced with this guy" but it never goes further than that for the most part lmao.

My biases are Jungkook from BTS, Yeonjun from TXT and Mark from Got7

For me in BTS I would say (because I'm biased but also believe it) my love interest based off of what I said would definetly be Jungkook. I mean man's is so freaking introverted it's hilarious. Like he said that one time he didn't leave his house for like seven days and I've definetly been there and done that before so I get it. He's also really funny, kind and considerate but knows how to have fun so yeah I feel like we can match each other's energy.

For my love interest in TXT I might say Soobin? He seems a lot more reserved than the other members and maybe a little shy at time (I'm not like super into TXT but that's the vibe he gives off from a casual fan's perspective lol) and I feel like because of that if we were in like a party/club setting (which I'm hardly ever in) I might step up and be more outgoing like talking to people and introducing him into the conversation so yeah I would think that we would compliment each other like that but it could be the opposite like he might step up and be more social and try to bring me into the conversation so basically we would both make sure that we both have fun no matter what

In Got7 I would say Mark does match my energy but maybe being with someone who is a little bit more outgoing like Jinyoung would be fun! Like something about this man that I love is that he has an incredible resting bitch face and just can't help but judge people but like silently but he also seems like a respectful guy. I wouldn't say he's shy but it seems like he doesn't go out of his way to be social with people but can be when in a social environment.

I honestly would just love to be a wallflower with him and gossip about everyone at the party but like just between the two of us and it would never be anything harmful but just like funny stuff that we observe while were there like "Did you see the way he was looking at her" or "They are not happy that he showed up" or "Is her ex trying to hook up with her tonight?" stuff like that but just between the two of us because who doesn't gossip with their partner 😂

But yeah I think that's it! This was so hard to answer ngl but I tried my best 😅

Hope you liked my answers even though they were probably a bit boring 🤣

#ask

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sunnibits · 2 years ago

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You know what we don't talk about enough? Izzy's perfectionism vs. his fear of vulnerability and how it would apply to relationships. He would be so determined to get an A in boyfriend but in order to do that he has to effectively communicate his emotional needs. The poor bastard would just be reeling.

AAHHH that’s so true nonny!! it’s the conflict of the ages… Desperate Need To Prove Himself vs years of rejecting any kind of vulnerability…. Gasp!! Whatever will he do!!!

I think if Izzy rlly tried to enter a relationship with someone it would definitely be one of those thing where he keeps pushing people away but then gets upset if they actually back off/leave him. Like he doesn’t want to appear mushy or soft, so he always brushes off the lovey-dovey affection and acts like he doesn’t care at all but!! He does care!!! So then when his lover eventually loses patience with him he’s like 🥺🥺wait no come back 🥺 and gets super grumpy about it as if it’s not his fault. He wants someone who’s going to force him to take affection, someone who will keep chasing him even when he’s being difficult. But the reality is, even if someone does have a higher than usual tolerance for Izzy Bullshit, that’s not gonna last forever! And if he actually wants to have a relationship where he’s getting the amount of genuine love that he secretly craves he’s gonna have to learn how to mature enough to communicate and not be a dick about everything. And just ask for things he wants. Or fuck, not even asking, just the base level of not sneering at any affection given to him as if he hates it, lmao.

essentially just:

^^^^ izzy when he forcefully rejects affection but then his lover actually stops giving it to him

Anyways I think that’s getting off topic of ur actual point but. Getting back to it now I am also obsessing over the idea of Izzy doing his best to be The Perfect Boyfriend because that’s SO CUTE oh my god. FUCK. Izzy Hands, who puts 100% effort into everything he does, just going ALL out on this whole ‘romance’ thing because he HAS to be the Best Boyfriend Ever and he has to be good enough that someone will actually chose him to keep and not leave him like everyone else. Izzy ‘doesn’t really get romance but is a romantic deep down’ Hands, desperately trying to copy what he’s seen other people do, all the basic romantic gestures he thinks he’s supposed to be doing, and like he’s not getting it quite right but fuck he’s trying!! And it’s fucking adorable and ridiculously endearing!!!! But on the other hand some of it is also like?? Clearly not him??? Like yes, it’s very sweet, I’m flattered my dear, but his lover can tell that it’s just. Him putting in so much effort to seduce his partner the way he’s seen other people do it, because he has never done this before and just has no idea how he’s supposed to go about this. Until it gets to the point where his lover finally has to sit him down and be like. Babe. I love you and ur adorable half-wilted flowers and cheesy little chocolate hearts but you know you can just be yourself right?? Like you can just be Izzy??? Just love me like Izzy does?

And at first Izzy panics because A) oh shit has he done something wrong oh fuck he’s going to get a bad grade in boyfriend now isn’t he something that’s normal to fear and possible to- and B) he has. no idea what that means at first. how does he love? how does he do that? what’s his style?

but eventually he does sort of start getting it and being more open with his affection without being fake or trying to copy other people and it’s!! so sweet!!! obviously very acts of service based and just like,, god. fuck I love the idea of Izzy being in love so much. (That is, “properly” being in love, not just ‘fucked up devotion that leads you to enjoy eating ur own toe’ type love). I think a lot of Izzy’s affection could get misinterpreted at first, but then as their lover figures it out it’s like OHHH. OH FUCK. OH HE’S SAYING I LOVE YOU. FUCK THAT’S ADORABLE. Like at first it seems like he’s being a real asshole about telling them that they’ll get themselves killed in battle, they don’t know how to handle themselves, no let me show you how to hold it PROPERLY you stupid TWAT. But then they realize he’s just being protective like!!! You get me!! You get what I’m saying!!!

God sorry this got so long I hope this is intelligible. I just have a lot of thoughts about him ok!!

#thank u for ask :)#I rambled a lot more than I was expecting to #ask box #izzy hands #ofmd

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mlm-blues · 10 months ago

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hiiii !! For the valentine ask: love letters, gifts, hand holding & pink ?

hiii

love letters: are you a cheesy lovey dovey person?

i dont knowww maybe? im not sure really what an example of cheesy stuff would be tbh. i love answering these when i have never been in a proper relationship before 🙏🏽

gifts: do you prefer flowers or chocolates?

chocolates.. but i have never been given flowers before. tbh i think if someone Did give me flowers i would die on the spot (positive)

hand holding: would you date someone who wasn’t into physical affection?

maybe? when im comfortable with someone i really like physical affection but im sure i'd be fine if they werent

pink: what are your opinions on valentine’s day?

im sooo fucking glad i dont have a partner that wants to do valentines day (and that i dont have a partner in general lmao) like fuckk i was going round tescos w my dad today helping him get valentines stuff and like. thank all the gods above that that is not me!!!! dodged a fucking bullet. i love valentines day though /s

#asks #anon

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misswoozi · 1 year ago

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another cheesy song bc i just love cheesy music (bc i miss what i never lived) /t1da

youtube. com/watch?v=5NjJLFI_oYs

CHEESY IS GOOD!! the world is falling apart, bro. we need cheesy, happy, lovey-dovey, feel-good stuff literally more than EVER lmao

#thank you for sharing with me!!#t1da

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zombehqola · 2 years ago

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Imagine if they open the door for eachother and go “you first” “no you first” like those cheesy lovey dovey couples…. OR IF THEY FIGHT OVER WHO LOVES WHO MORE AND THEIR BANDMATES HAVE TO WATCH THE ENTIRE THING LMAO 😭

op i know you ship benapuff but let me get your thoughts on a rarepair my bf and i share: phase one 2d (from gorillaz)/benatar

OKAY BUT THAT'S REALLY CUTE....

#yfm #gorillaz

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heirloommtomatoes · 5 years ago

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Together (Sam Drake x Reader)

This was a requested fic for “Don’t you dare ever do that again!” & “Who gave you that black eye?” from...four years ago? I posted it a while ago, deleted it, updated it coincidentally a few weeks ago, and @seizethesam was looking for it so here we are! Enjoy this throwback!

Word Count: 5,621

Warnings: Violence against a minor depicted. Might be disturbing to some. Strong language, depictions of PTSD. Mentions of suicide (implied).

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“The truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward.”

―Steve Maraboli

The day Sam Drake died, he broke his wrist. He suspects now that it was likely more of a hairpin fracture, and wonders why it is this he remembers with such clarity. Not the gunshot, not slipping from his brother’s hand, not the sickening lurch in his gut as he fell, nor the stench of sweat and blood and metal and the red-hot wet of the pool of blood he lay in. Instead, he remembers trying to break his fall and failing, remembers the crunch of his wrist against the cement and the darkness that followed.

Fifteen years later, and all he has to show for it are bullet scars and a brother who learned to live without him.

“Sam, it’s four in the damn morning,” Nathan whispers into the phone as he swings his legs over the side of the bed, sensing Elena shift beside him at his movement. The feel of his brother’s name on his lips is still odd after having not spoken it for so many years.

Even just hearing Sam breathing on the other end still hits him with a surreality that nearly takes his own breath away. When you lose someone you respect, they become God. Nate had never been one for the pious doggerel of the nuns at St. Mary’s Boys’ Home where they had grown up. He had never prayed, had never presumed to try and speak to God. But over the last decade, he did speak to Sam. His grave had become his temple.

Nate remembers the shouting, the gunfire, the stench of humidity and smoke and sweat. He remembers his hand in Sam’s as he held onto his brother with everything he had over that ledge. But Sam had dropped anyway, and a part of Nate’s heart had gone with him, and he wasn’t sure if it had ever come back up.

“I know,” comes Sam’s reply, but his voice sounds broken, cracked, “I…uh,” he drags a hand down his face as he stands from where he was sat on the edge of the bed, offering a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure he doesn’t disturb your sleep. He stands slowly, walks heel-to-hoe to the door, twisting the handle slowly.

“I need to talk but I—I don’t wanna wake Y/N,” he whispers, and it’s silence from the other end as Sam makes his way to the kitchen to take a seat on a stool next to the island.

“Ah,” Nate finally says, “So you wake me,” he tries to joke, but it falls flat and hits the silence that follows like a wall.

“I keep having these dreams, Nathan—” he takes a shaky breath and lowers his head; half in sorrow and half because he’s too tired to keep it up, “I keep remembering him.”

Sam presses his hand against his younger brother’s chest, pushing him back. A group of guards, three or four strong, train their guns on the pair of men.

“Hey, you keep your gun on me!”

Careful what you wish for. Sam doesn’t remember feeling the bullets hit, but he remembers the force of it pushing him back and his heel slipping on edge of the roof. It seems now like something that happened to someone else — and Sam supposes that if he were inclined to such thoughts of spirituality and philosophy, he would think that in a way it was. He doesn’t recognize himself in that man anymore.

His heel goes over the edge, but with a sharp pain in his arm he realizes he’s not falling. Nathan lunges for him, grabbing his wrist before gravity could complete its job. He hauls on his arm so hard Sam is afraid his shoulder will pop right out of the socket. He lets out a manic laugh at that when he remembers he was just shot, and thinks to himself that might be the wound more worth worrying about. Blood sputters from his mouth with it, splattering onto Nate’s face.

“Sam, don’t you let go!” Nathan shouts at him, face grimaced with the effort of carrying his brother’s weight. He thrusts his other arm down and reaches for Sam, “Grab my other hand!”

Sam looks up at Nathan. His face is covered in dirt and sweat and blood, his head haloed by the flat white light of a cloudy mid-afternoon sun. His breath comes hard, fast, and it takes a moment for Sam to register the tears making tracks down his brother’s face. Is he dead already? It seems fitting they would die together.

He falls.

Sam is vaguely aware of the stinging pain in his abdomen, and more aware of the cold that spreads through each and every limb like a wildfire. The dampness around his abdomen seems to weigh on him as if someone has decided to stuff a molten bowling ball into a gaping hole in his body.

“Cuidadoso! Él todavía está viva!”

When darkness swallows him, there’s are only two names that stay gasping at the surface:

Nathan.

Y/N.

He wakes, hours or days later, to a light that sears straight through him and aches in the backs of his eyes. He doesn’t remember dying. With some hazy sense of dread, he wonders if the voices that sound as though people are shouting at him from behind glass are some sort of chorus of angels, or more likely, demons. He hadn’t believed in any of what they’d taught in the Boys’ Home, but old habits persist. A breath enters his lungs, one that feels as though he’s stepping out into a winter’s day from a cabin on fire, his chest burning with the effort. All this pain and numbness fighting for dominance in his stomach, in his legs, in his head. Tingling, stinging, aching, all so persistent. Darkness swallows him, and it’s weeks before he wakes again.

Nathan.

Y/N.

Two years later, and he’s been in the same cell as some child for the better half of it. Sam thinks he must be a teenager still, and something in his chest aches at that that he can’t quite place.

Panama is nothing like he thought it was going to be. Maybe it’s just that he’s alone now. That’s probably it. He thought he’d get used to it more quickly, but falling asleep in the same bed that always pokes at his lower back no matter which way he turns and spending his days brawling and trading cigarettes has yet to become monotonous. He’s not sure if this is a blessing or a curse. He’s not sure what that says about him. He’s not sure if he wants to know.

With a gnawing guilt, Sam has come to find that prison is one of the only places he’s felt free. No responsibility weighing over him, no little brother to parent and worry over, no need to be constantly searching for work. It’s a loveless existence, but no one he cares about on the outside know where he is or what he’s doing. It’s his own kind of hell and kind of heaven, and somewhere in the back of his mind he wonders if he did die that day, and every day after.

The humidity and heat takes some getting used to, though. The stench it brings, both from the men and from the miles of green around them was fierce and unrelenting and ever-present. And despite the wet season that comes and goes through March to December, dust clings to the walls year round, smelling of tobacco and sweat and blood.

Not long after waking and Sam has plucked out a book from underneath his mattress. It’s some shitty millionth-edition copy of a book on Henry Avery, but he figures it’s better than nothing and probably the best he’s going to get in this shithole. The boy sits silently on his own bed, and for a fleeting moment Sam wonders what goes on in that small head of his. As if on cue the boy opens his mouth to speak.

“What’re you gonna do when you get out?” he asks, accent thick. Sam looks over.

He can barely see him sitting on his bed in the shadows, knees drawn up to his chest, arms resting lazily over the tops of them.

“How old are you?” Sam counters, ignoring the question. They weren’t going to let him out of here. It was a stupid question.

“Dieceséis,” comes the reply, “My name’s Roberto, by the way.”

Sam sits up suddenly, setting the book down by his side, “Sixteen? Fucking sixteen? Jesus, you’re a kid. I didn’t know they even let people that young in here.”

Roberto shrugs, “Ran out of space everywhere else, I guess.”

A silence settles over them and Sam lays back down, hands clasped over his stomach, thumb rubbing over one of the small dips in his skin where his scars are.

“You got a lady out there? Waiting for you?”

Sam snorts, “I don’t know so much about the waiting part, but yeah.”

He tries to not think of you. This place would spoil your memory, like a song you listened to over and over during a breakup and can’t listen to anymore without thinking of it. When — if — he sees you again, he doesn’t want that. He knows you don’t deserve it.

But as if he can help it. Memories of you are among the only things keeping him sane. He remembers waking next to you, the soft golden glow of dawn washing through the nearly-transparent curtains of a hotel room. The hum of the fan wasn’t enough to drown out the songbirds that had decided your window was most appealing that day and had rudely awoken him at such a small hour. He remembers flopping over to face you, watching your breath rise and fall, reaching out to trace the gentle curve of your spine—

“You gonna marry her when you get out?”

Sam takes a breath in. As he lets it out he tightens his jaw. He knows the kid is an ignorant shit. He doesn’t know better. “I’m not getting out,” he replies, “So stop acting like that’s ever gonna fuckin’ happen.” The response comes out as more of a snap than Sam had intended, but he pushes away the feelings of guilt, forces himself to keep his gaze away from his cellmate.

“Oh.”

Sam closes his eyes, tries to think of something else other than the way Roberto’s tone reminded him so much of Nathan when they were kids, but it’s like someone telling you not to think of the phantom pain after losing a limb. And what do you think of?

He hears shuffling from the other side of the cell. The lifting of a mattress, a grunt of effort, the crinkling of paper and the heavy thud of setting it all back down again.

“Here,” Roberto says, and Sam feels his weight at the end of the bed. The older man groans and runs his hands down his face as he sits up, shirt sticking to his back that’s wet with sweat from the midday heat.

Roberto lifts a small square piece of paper in his hands, “Mira,” he says, gesturing to the photo.

It’s a black and white photograph of a woman, heavy-set with kind eyes and a massive grin plastered to her face, the several missing teeth only adding to her obvious charm. Her hands are clasped over her stomach, an apron bound as tightly around her as the head wrap she wears to stave off the heat of the day.

“Who’s this?” Sam asks, not bothering to wonder how he managed to get it in the first place.

“Mi madre,” Roberto responds, “When I get out, I’m gonna find her. Maybe you can come visit us,” he adds with a childlike enthusiasm that’s like an arrow to Sam’s heart. God, this kid deserves so much more than this.

“Do you have any pictures of your girlfriend?”

“No.”

“Aren’t you scared you’ll forget what she looks like?”

Another year passes, and eventually Sam gets used to the torrential rain November brings. Or more importantly, he gets used to what it means; the cigarette trading turns into more frequent brawling in the laundry rooms or courtyard and the withdrawal symptoms make the fighting take on an animalistic turn as the men become restless. He leans against the railing that overlooks one of the courtyards, clasped hands fidgeting as he watches the men below, screaming and grunting and splashing in the mud as punch after punch lands.

He can sense Roberto’s presence beside him before the kid announces himself.

“The guards are looking for me,” he says, voice small, “I took a piece of bread from the kitchen.”

“You’re not doing a very good job of hiding yourself,” Sam responds without turning his gaze to look at him.

“They’re distracted by the brawling anyway,” Roberto says, shuffling closer as if Sam’s shadow could hide him. Hell, Sam thinks it probably could. The kid must weigh barely a hundred pounds.

“I fuckin’ hate this rain,” Sam says, picking a cigarette out from his pocket and fiddling with it in his hand, “Can’t even light a goddamn smoke.”

Roberto’s shoulder is almost touching Sam’s side. He looks down at him and frowns. The kid looks like a wet rat in his white t-shirt, black hair matted to his forehead. Sam shrugs off the navy prison jacket and drapes it over the kid’s shoulders, “You’ll catch a cold,” he says when Roberto looks up at him in surprise and grabs the lapels to tug it closer to himself as Sam sticks the cigarette in his mouth. He wasn’t about to try and light it in the downpour, but it felt good to hold there.

Sam meets the boy’s gaze, and its only then he notices the dark bruising around his eye, “Who gave you that black eye?” he demands, the intensity in his own voice surprising himself as he leans forward to tilt Roberto’s head in the light.

The teen swats him away and grumbles something under his breath, turning his gaze back to the courtyard.

“What?”

“I got in a fight,” he says, “It won’t happen again.”

“Good,” Sam tells him, “Those guys down there could snap you like a twig, you know that? Don’t you dare ever do that again,” he says, taking the cigarette from his mouth and irritably throwing it over the edge as he leans over.

Roberto shrugs his shoulders and hugs the jacket close, “Let’s go back to our cell. I got a deck of cards.”

Sam looks back down at him at the suggestion and slings an arm over his shoulders, steering him back down the stairs and under cover.

“It’s called crazy eights,” Sam tells him later as they sit opposite each other on Roberto’s bed, raising his voice to be heard above the rain that had worsened on their way back. Thunder cracks and Roberto jumps slightly, looking over his shoulder toward the cell bars.

The air is thick with the humidity of it, as if the rain is pushing all the heaviness that had been hanging above them back down. It brings about new smells too; smells of faeces and urine and vomit that Sam knows are a result of the practically non-existent plumbing of the place. He turns his gaze back to Sam, scrunching his nose as he sniffs. Nervous habit.

“My little brother and I used to play it,” he continues as he shuffles the deck he imagines Roberto traded for a pack of cigarettes back in March when it was still possible to smoke them outside. It feels almost natural to talk about Nathan again, but god help him if he was going to speak his name aloud.

“Our parents would fight sometimes,” he says, “He’d get scared, so he and I would hole up in his room, play cards. Talk about history, practice our latin.”

“He sounds nice,” Roberto says, and is aware of how bland his response is. He’s worried anything else will make Sam shut up, and that’s the last thing he wants.

“Too nice for his own good, I’d say,” Sam says as he nods and deals out the cards, “Last person I taught this game to was my girlfriend,” he continues, and wonders why he’s only telling him this now. God, it feels good to talk about the two of you, “She was awful at it,” he laughs, and Roberto decides then and there that if he had an older brother, he would have a laugh like that.

“Do you love her?”

“Yes,” Sam says with no hesitation, the answer coming like a reflex. Of course he loves you. Kid has a habit of asking stupid questions, “What about your family?” he asks as he finishes dealing the cards and picks up his hand.

Roberto seems to have nothing to say for the first time since Sam befriended him two years ago as he reaches for his cards and shrugs, “They’re nice. I have a younger sister. My parents have work in town, but they come home in the afternoon and make the best dinners for us,” he says, setting his hand back down in front of him and sitting cross-legged, hands gripping at his ankles. Sam thinks he looks younger than he is sitting like this.

Heavy footsteps sound down the hallway and Roberto tenses, looks over his shoulder.

“I told you the guards were after me,” he says in a quiet voice, but Sam’s brow furrows. He’d stolen from the kitchens before. Everyone had. The punishment for it was far from severe, but of course as everything in the prison it depended what kind of mood the guards were in. The worst he’d seen was someone thrown in solitary for a day or two.

Five guards approach the door, hands set to their guns as a man clad in brown opens the door. Sam looks at Roberto with wide eyes and gets to his feet, “Hey, hey, hey,” he says quickly, holding his hands out in front of him as if that might stop them, “What the hell—”

“Cállate, gringo,” a guard yells at him, shoving his shoulder against his chest hard enough to knock him against the back wall. Sam lets out a grunt as he slides down, the force nearly knocking the breath out of him as he turns his gaze to Roberto.

“¿Dónde es?” the guards yells at him, lifting his gun to line up with his head. Roberto crawls back on his bed until he hits the wall, sending cards flying to the ground in his struggle.

“No—no sé lo que estás hablando,” Roberto stutters, and Sam wonders if it’s the fear or dampness making him shiver.

Sam scrambles to his feet and grabs Roberto’s wrist, shoves him behind himself, “Hey, you keep your gun on me,” he says, the words tasting familiar to him. He holds out an arm protectively and can feel Roberto gripping his shirt and peeking out from behind him.

“¿Qué carajo crees que estás haciendo?” the guard spits out, “This doesn’t concern you.”

The guard raises his arm and slams his elbow against the side of Sam’s head, knocking him to the concrete floor.

As one of them keeps a gun on Roberto, the other four lift the mattresses and throw them to the floor, one of them trapping Sam’s arm. When he goes to reach for one of the guard’s legs to trip him, another sends his boot into his ribcage. Pain explodes across his abdomen and when he opens his mouth he finds he has no breath to gasp at the agony of it.

“What do we have here?” a guard says, holding out the small slip of paper Roberto had kept under his mattress, “Where did you get this?” one of the guards spits at Roberto, holding up the photograph, “Who gave all this shit to you?” he repeats, gesturing at the cards.

“No va a halbar,” another guard says, snatching the photo out of his hands and shoving it in front of Roberto’s face, “Keeping a photo of your dead madre around? You want to be a traitor like the rest of your family?”

Roberto stares, frozen where he sits, back still against the wall, eyes wide.

“Alright, hijo de puta,” the guard says with a sigh, “Grab him,” he gestures to Sam and two others tug him from the ground, holding each of his arms back. Sam hangs his head, legs limp as he spits out a mix of phlegm and blood onto the ground.

“Don’t—don’t fucking touch him,” he croaks, feeling as though he’d been cut in two, his breath still returning to him.

The guard who has established himself as the leader of the group throws the first punch. Then another. Sam roars. He lurches forward, and his shoulders hurt when the guards pull him back. When Roberto starts to hit back, a renewed fire in Sam’s belly causes him to throw himself back in hopes of catching the guards by surprise. It earns him a mouthful of fist, and darkness swallows him.

When he comes to, hours or days later, the rain has stopped.

He’s laying on the ground at the foot of his bed, the mattress sprawled next to him. Slowly, he pushes himself onto his hands, wincing at the aching in his abdomen. He turns his gaze to the bed at the other side of the cell to where Roberto is curled up, breath coming fast, hands clutching at his middle.

And suddenly his pain is just pain and he stands, scrambling to the other bed.

“Roberto, hey, can you hear me?” he says, grabbing the boy by his shoulders and turning him onto his back. Blood stained his shirt where it had dripped from his nose, his face a sickly pale, stomach bloated and purple.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, shit, shit shit—” Sam feels his throat tighten, the pain in his abdomen fading almost entirely in the face of this new crisis. An anger replaces it, bubbling in his belly, tingling in each of his limbs, spinning the world around him until his eyes can’t focus on a single thing anymore.

The only thing he can think of is that he can’t lose him—not again. He’d failed him before, failed him so many times back in Cartegena, back at the Boys’ Home, back when he couldn’t make their parents stop arguing, back when he didn’t just give him his other damn hand when he was shot and dangling from that roof, back when he didn’t get out of bed when he heard his mother close the door to the house at three in the damn morning he could’ve gotten up he could’ve told her not to leave he could’ve stopped her and all this never would have happened—

“Sam?”

“Roberto, hey,” Sam says, breathing a sigh of relief, “Don’t move, okay? I’ll—I’ll get you some water, alright? By the end of the week we’ll be laughing about all this, yeah? How does that sound?”

“I’m—I’m sorry I lied, Sam,” he continues, voice cracking, “About my family.”

“Just rest, Roberto, c’mon—”

“No,” he says firmly, and Sam can tell he has to strain to raise his voice, “I wanna tell you now.”

Sam opens his mouth to protest, then shuts it. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows the boy is going to die. Sam knows what he is about to hear will give him the reason no one will be willing to help the kid the way they helped him with his bullet wounds. He knows these four walls will be the last thing Roberto sees, and he feels like throwing up; feels as though he’s on a boat lost at sea in the middle of a storm and the compass is spinning.

“My parents, they—” he coughs; a dry sound, closer to hacking than anything and blood sprays onto his white shirt, “They were involved with the wrong sort. I—I don’t know, but the others, they visited our house in the middle of the night and they—” he coughs again, “They burned it down. I tried to escape with my sister, but the police arrived and—” he takes a gasping breath, “My father escaped. He has one of the guards working for him and he promised he was gonna get me out and I wanted you to come with me so we could still be together and I could meet your little brother and—” he takes another breath, tears swelling in his eyes that spill over the sides of his cheeks, “Some of the others, they found out about me and that’s—that’s the fight I told you about,” he finishes, daring to turn his head to look Sam in the eye. The moment they lock gazes, Sam can feel the tightening in his throat loosen like a dam.

Born into something so much bigger than himself, all choice ripped from him before he even had the chance to know what any kind of self-agency felt like. That was something Sam could relate to.

Roberto dies three days later.

The rain had left for the dry season, making way for the sun and birds and scent of earth to return to the otherwise concrete establishment. Sam had watched as they carried his body away on the stretcher, eyes wide and unseeing, stomach turned a disgusting mix of blacks and blues and purples. A fucking kid.

Roberto had had the photo of his mother in one hand and Sam’s in the other, gripping it like a vice as he died.

“I’ll make sure this gets back to your father, make sure he knows—”

“No, mantener la fotografía—keep it. It’s yours.”

Sam had learned after that to keep to himself. He kept conversation limited, never spoke of you or Nathan or Roberto. Never told anyone what happened, or why the kid was no longer attached to his hip.

There is nothing more irritating than the constant chatter of a child, and nothing more somber than the silence they leave after they are gone.

So Sam compartmentalizes. He moves on. He is a different man now, tempered with bitterness and disappointment and distain, wearing different clothes but marred with the same scars. In his youth, he had thought himself strong, had thought himself to be made of iron and wit. The truth is that he is - and he suspects most people are - a shattered, graceless mosaic of experience compacted to display something resembling an assertable face to the world. Inside he makes himself of awkward, delicate things; of memories of dead goddamn children and mothers, of a little brother left alone. When he looks in the mirror, he barely recognises the person staring back. Sam knew a man like him once, but he isn’t him.

And what makes him human was that sometimes the façade splinters. And in that moment he was closer to something tangible, something recognisable, than he might ever know.

“At the time, losing him felt like losing you,” Sam says finally, fiddling with the napkin holder on the kitchen island, “I’m sorry.”

“I know.” His voice comes out in a strained whisper, squeezing itself uncomfortably around all the other words he does not say.

“I love you, little brother.”

“I know.”

Sam stays silent after that. His shoulders feel lighter but his chest feels as though someone has filled it with bricks.

“I’ll let you get back to sleep.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” Nate says, a tinge of guilt and stubbornness in his voice that only Sam could pick out.

“Yeah.”

Sam takes the phone away from his ear. Then, faintly —

“Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

Sam’s breath hitches. He shakes his head, though Nathan can’t see. Guilt, rage, sorrow, and an inescapable and indefatigable longing for something he can’t quite place skips through him, fizzy like soda pop.

He nods, small but staccatoed movement, “Yeah,” he tries to say, but the pain weighs down the word and it gets caught in his throat. He wants to say thank you, he wants to say, I love you, thank you, thank you, thank you for everything, but he’s not ready. He’s not ready, but for the first time in a long time he feels that maybe one day he will be.

“Goodnight, Sam. Talk soon,” Nate says, voice almost a whisper.

“Yeah,” Sam says again, but he’s not sure if Nathan hears it as he pulls the phone from his ear and presses the red button to end the call.

Sam flips the phone over and sets in down on the counter. He lifts his hands to run them down his face with a small fatigued groan before resting his elbows on the island, shoving both hands in his hair with his head bowed.

“Sam.”

He almost jumps at the sound of your voice behind him, piercing through the quiet like a bullet through flesh. Hesitantly, you set a hand against his shoulder, rubbing it softly.

“Did I wake you?”

You don’t respond. You’d tried to not eavesdrop, but when Sam had started going on about how he had heard his mother leave the house morning of her death, your feet had planted in the hallway and you couldn’t help the hand that flew to your mouth. Did he really blame himself for that? How many mistakes that weren’t his crowded the empty shadowed corners of his life?

He lifts a hand to cover yours on his shoulder, rubs his thumb over the ring on your finger.

“Let’s go back to bed,” he whispers, lowering his voice to hide the hoarseness in it. You nod and he laces his fingers through yours as he stands and starts back toward the bedroom.

“Sam, wait.”

Sam slows gradually before coming to a stop, his feet scuffing against the wood of the apartment floor.

“Come here.”

He turns wordlessly into your outstretched arms, wraps his arms tightly around your middle, buries his head in the crook of your neck.

“I’m so sorry, Sam,” you whisper against his hair, one hand rubbing his back and the other threaded in his hair, “I’m so sorry.”

Sam’s grip loosens as you feel him shudder as he breaths out, dropping one arm entirely to have the other wrapped loosely around you. He sobs quietly into your shoulder and crumples against you, bringing you both to your knees on the floor.

The two of you stay like that for as long as it takes for Sam’s tears to slow.

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?” you whisper once he has this breath back, “Get some rest,” you tell him, not being able to help the tears that have formed in your own eyes at the sight of him so distraught. When he lifts his head, his face is red and his eyes are puffy and tired, hair disheveled from having his face buried in your shoulder.

He nods as the two of you stand and crawl back into bed.

Sam lays on his side. He has his back to you.

Tentatively, you shuffle yourself closer to him and press yourself against his back, draping an arm over his middle. He lets out a sigh and his shoulders fall as he lets out a tension he hadn’t known was there.

Sam doesn’t sleep that night, but his mind doesn’t wander much either which he counts as a blessing. He tries to breathe deep, focus on the warmth of you behind him, on the uncomfortable stiffness in his fingers laced in yours.

In the morning he turns to face you and can feel the awe in his expression, can feel how stupid he must look as he stares.

In all his thirteen years in prison he’d only cried once. It was during his twelfth year, when he had begun to think he wasn’t capable of it. He would dream nearly every night, and each time it would be of Nathan, of you. When the people he loved most in this world became no more than figures with no voices or faces even in his dreams, he knew he was lost. Aren’t you scared you’ll forget what she looks like?

The twitch of a smile graces your lips, but you keep your eyes closed, “You know if I didn’t know better that’d be a little creepy,” you whisper, voice scratchy.

“Sorry,” he murmurs in return, the word meaningless and flat. You open you eyes to find you’ve moved a good half foot down the bed and were staring straight at his chest.

“I don’t mind,” you say with a sigh that creeps its way into a smile, and he lets out a small laugh. When you turn your gaze to his, he can’t help but think you have the eyes of everyone who has ever cared.

And this, Sam thinks, is the way it will go. He will trace his fingers over remembered lines, recalling until he catches upon a changed border. He will not run at the sight. He will adapt. And you...his lips curve into a smile and his heart catches in his throat. You and him will grow together around the differences like vines wrapping around tree branches, healing the way bones do.

#my writing #sam drake x reader #sam x reader #elena-fishy #sam drake #uncharted #uncharted 4 #!!!! enjoy #i very very loosely proof read this so sorry if it has errors #this is #SO cheesy and lovely @ the end jskskj holy fuck lmaaaooo bye #i wrote 90% of this 4 years ago so #i #will cut myself #a liTTLE slack #as a snack #CHEESY AND LOVEY*** NOT LOVELY LMAO

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ꕤ 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚:

So your boyfriend heeseung was glued to his pc screen, busying himself on his precious game, totally ignoring the fact that you were asking for his cuddles.

Determined, he kept his gaze fixated on the screen, his fingers tapping the keyboard and the light from the screen illuminating his pretty boy face.

His shining forehead was peeking through the small spaces between his bangs that were covering his eyes partly, and you watched the whole view while standing infront of him and leaning against the wall for support.

You could watch him for hours. Heeseung’s beauty was matched with that of art, he was so beautiful that you were convinced he was one of god’s greatest masterpieces. But suddenly, a string of temptation pulls inside your heart and so, you make your way to go and sit on his lap.

Hee was unbothered the whole time, focused on his mission, as he spread his arms momentarily to let you in. This was a usual habit, you crawling on his lap and burying your face in the crook of his neck and dozing off as he played league of legends.

But tonight, you had different plans. You begin by kissing his cheek and brushing your nose with his soft skin, the sensation making him smile. Soon enough, you lift his bangs with your fingers and kiss his forehead the moment you see it from adoration.

He was cute. And there was no doubt about it.

Heeseung freezes the moment you initiate the kiss. Like man’s soul has left his body…😳😵‍💫

He pauses everything immediately and even accidentally presses the wrong key that exits his game and even maybe deletes it

But no regrets, CAUSE

Now hee’s the one who buries his face in the crook of your neck and wraps his hands around your waist tightly

“Ugh…baby >.< … 👉🏻👈🏻” he scoffs shyly but shamelessly lifts his face up again to demand ANOTHER KISS

“One more…please ☺️🙈”

And ofc you do that. You give him another big MWWWUAAAAHHH 💋 and see how he goes all giggly miggly bambi

But ayee, you have no escape cause once he stops being flushed, you’re up for being attacked by a train of his cheesy KISSESS!!! ;) <333

ꕤ 𝗝𝗔𝗬:

Jay was doing your hair like the sweet, loving boyfriend that he was 🥺

He offered to play with your hair today and try different hairstyles because he found your silky hair so pretty, he couldn’t keep his hands off them >.<

And needless to say, he was super good in it. His taste was amazing and he was talented in everything he tried so you were in awe when he showed you the ribbon hairdo he did by snapping a picture of it.

He was so proud about it and smiling boastfully and when you kept looking at the way his eyes were shining and he looked so lovable and attractive, you decided to give him a tiny reward for his excellent performance.

So you take your face closer to his, and land a kiss on his tanned and pretty forehead. 💋 as a gift for his hard work yeah 🤭

Anndddddd istg man literally MELTS. M e l t s when you do that like wtf😳

You might even have to put him in a freezer to keep him from liquifying completely lmao XD

When you look at his face later, you see his face showing an evident blush, but the shocked face soon dissolves into the brightest one with the purest smile. 🥺

“Now can I make it even?😏” He smirks, pulling you closer to him in a flirty way.

He kisses your forehead as well, while fumbling a sweet ‘i love you’ and giving you the tighest ever hug afterwards! 💕

ꕤ 𝗝𝗔𝗞𝗘:

Jakey was leaving for work again :((

Y’all spent the night being all lovey dovey but sigh..his break was over and he was leaving for recording again </3

He was there standing infront of the open door, giving you a tight squeeze and whining that he hated to leave you but has nothing he can do about it

“I’ll miss you so much princess” he says again, the same sentence he’s uttered over a thousand times by now.

You were gonna miss him a lot too! :( So what could you do to make your painful farewell a little more bearable?

To make his mood lighter, when he lets go of you from his arms, you give him a smol peck on his forehead. <3

You couldn’t help it could you? He looked like such a cute puppy all the time and you always wanted to kiss his forehead and his whole entire face because he looked like an angel. Fr.

And when you do…..

Jake LITERALLY TELEPORTS TO MARS from OVERWHELMING JOY ohmygod-😳

Like..he loves being kissed sm and now you just gave him such a pure and sweet kiss on his f o r e h e a d ಥ_ಥ <3

Will seriously giggle like a lovesick maniac, I’m tellin you ♡~♡

And when his prolonged giggling and smiley session is over, he’s gonna proceed to return you a kith as well

That takes everything in him, yeah

He gives 3 kisses at once on your forehead and Jake being jake, KISSES your whole entire face as well by the end

But so much for mr. sim bold jaeyun cause-

The impact blew up his heart SO BAD that he BUMPS his head into the staircase wall while heading out..😆

So you better not laugh at him and give his huge bump a forehead kiss (2) okay?🥺💞

Help just imagining jake with a red silly bump on the side of his forehead is cracking me up so bad lmao XD

ꕤ 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡:

It was always fun making your already shy boyfriend even more shy ✨

After all, when he teases you sm on a daily basis, you just had to find your own ways to get back at him 🙄

You saw this trend on tiktok where gfs kiss the foreheads of their bf all of a sudden to catch their reaction

But very unthankfully, your man WAS SO TALL that you could never reach him and execute this plan…:|

So while you guys were cuddling on your shared bed on a weekend night, you feel the urge to do it when you notice from closeup how handsome he is yet again.

Sunghoon’s looks were ethereal. He always looked like a Disney prince taken out straight from a fairytale.

And when your faces are a few centimetres apart and you get to drown in that mesmerising beauty….can you really hold back your desire to kiss him?

Hence you do exactly that. You lift his hair strands with your thumb and give him a prolonged kiss on his forehead.

Initially, sunghoon is in shock…😨 like he can’t process what happened. But WHEN HE DOES THO-

Man might even have a real heart attack stwap- T~T 😳💘💘

Forget about getting sth in return, he’s so shy and MOST OF ALL, so much more awkward that HE’S GONNA dive inside the blanket and refuse to come out like a hibernating bear

God bless his poor heart oh my my 🫣

Sunghoon is gonna be SO CUTE about it that he’s gonna stutter with his speech and RUN TF AWAY FROM YOU now everytime he sees you cause of his own safety 🏃‍♂️💞

ꕤ 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢:

Okay so is that even your fault that your boy looks like a floofy mochi all the time which makes you wanna attack him with kisses 24/7?! >~<

He’s so squishy and has such a pretty awweh face that you can’t even resist the urge to bite him sometimes !!

But yeah..today he looked extra adorable in his pink hoodie as you guys were holding hands and walking on the deserted streets. He just woke up from sleep a while ago and due to that, his face was appearing puffy. (And soft and biteable and prey-able and etc etc.😖 *~* )

You call out his name softly to make him face you in your direction.

“Sunoo~🥺”

He turns to you immediately, with a nodding smile.

But Before he can further react, you mush his cheeks together and kiss his nose !! And then…move to give his forehead a kissy!! <3

His eyes become WIDE AND BIG at the skinship and he jolts backwards in disbelief.

Cause did you just-😳

Dissolves immediately into a shy mess and covers his face with his mouth and blushes some more and tries to speak but shuts up again and what not-

Needs a solid 5 minutes time to settle down and regain his senses :p

And then he gathers his energy to return you a kiss on your forehead (+ cheek) >.<

Seriously so giddy about it that he’s gonna feel the LOUD butterflies inside his stomach even months and years later

Writes it down on his phone with exact date and time secretly to fanboy about the moment all to himself later 😉💗🥺

ꕤ 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡:

So you were sitting in the chair infront of your dressing table, braiding your hair for the night when your ears suddenly register the noise of the bathroom door opening behind you.

Your eyes immediately follow involuntarily and you notice how your boyfriend, jungwon, came out of the shower. His hair was drenched in water, his defined figure protruding against his thin white tshirt and earrings dangling from one ear.

Your mouth falls half open struck by his barefaced beauty, and your gaze can’t help but follow at the uncommon sight of his forehead peeking through clearly admist his attractive black, wet bangs.

It was a rare sight considering how jungwon was used to wearing his hair down most of the time. Whenever his forehead did show now, you couldn’t help but blush at how good and mature he looked.

Eyeing him mindlessly for a few minutes, you trace how he obliviously sits in the corner of his bed, drying his head with the towel, pushing his bangs upwards more in the process, revealing more of his glassy skin.

Jungwon was beautiful. To put it simply, he was handsome and at the same time, really cute. A man to set your heart on fire and a boy to make it melt simultaneously. And now that you were staring at his resting face with blind admiration, you become suddenly overcome by the urge to go to him and kiss his forehead out of your overwhelming love for him. :’)

You make your way towards him, catching his innocent attention and quickly position yourself in his lap with a sheepish smile. Cupping his cheeks with both your palms, you lean your face closer to his and land a gentle peck on his forehead, closing your eyes for a few seconds and letting your lips linger a little more on his skin than needed.

Jungwon doesn’t even have the time to process what happened until you look into his eyes later, hazily with a lot of love. That’s when he realizes what just happened and INSTANTLY TRIES TO COVER HIS FACE WITH THE TOWEL TO HIDE HIS BLUSHY REACTION! 😳

It turns into a literal TUG OF WAR because he just WON’T LET YOU LOOK at his embarrassed and hella adorable face. >.< 👉🏻👈🏻💘 (bc like you just stabbed his poor heart with an arrow unannounced like that xhdjdndjd come on y/n!!!!😤)

“Wonie!! >~< what’s the matter with you LET ME SEE YOUR FACE!” You yell, pulling the towel with all your might but failing miserably before his strength.

“Shut up….y/n..” he counter argues in a mewling voice. He’s just super shy hehe so he doesn’t know what else to say

After a minute or two, your fight comes to an end when-

You both fall down on the bed, ✨you on top of him and him under you, both your eyes locking romantically in the process. The material falls off his angel face and you see his rosy cheeks and big sparkly eyes that were filled with love and shyness.

So what do you do now?😏😉

You kiss his forehead another time, catching him off guard YET AGAIN.

But this time, you aren’t going untouched ahem ahem.🤭

Cause jungwon grabs you by the waist in a flash and pulls you close to him, draping his arms securely around you. With one hand, he tucks your loose hair strand beneath your ear and brushes your hot cheek with the back of his finger.

For a brief second, you feel like he’s gonna kiss you. But nah, he doesn’t. He just smiles and then laughs before TYING YOU DOWN TO HIM WITH HIS LEGS AND CUDDLING YOU FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT LIKE A PLUSHIE! >.< <33

But don’t worry, you know what happened when you wake up and taste a cherry lip balm on your lips the next morning. Cause yeah, that lip balm belongs to a certain✨ someone✨ and you knew exactly what he did to you while you were asleep on his bed. 🤫😳💞💋

ꕤ 𝗡𝗜 𝗞𝗜:

Niki had just gotten home from the long u.s tour and it would be less to say that you missed him :(

Cause you missed him SO MUCH that it drove you almost crazy

So the time he came back and you saw his face and tall figure the moment you opened the door.., all you wanted was to cling to him like a monkey and kiss the shit outta him >.<

But you resist yourself and all you do is hug him tight..

However when some moments pass and he’s all changed into his comfy pjs and lying on the bed next to you..you can’t resist the urge to kiss him

Today you were feeling too too innocent and you were worn out so what you do is give him a feather light kiss on his forehead. 👄

To which obviously he reacts VIOLENTLY…

Is in 300 different forms of shock..lmao

“😨😱😶😐😵😵‍💫😳😍” yeah these are his 50 shades of reactions..

He tries. I promise he TRIES to act cool and composed but from the way his ears have gone RED RED, it’s obvious that you had quite an impact. ;)

And don’t even ask him if he’s okay..cause he’s not really ✨gwenchana ✨

Ni ki is so malfunctioned that he might even hit your face with a pillow or sth

Cause who knows 😆

When he regains his senses, you better brace yourself BECAUSE he’s about to throw you on the bed and tickle the life out of you >~< <3

“Don’t think you’re going anywhere tonight y/n. It’s time for my sweet revenge ;) “ he smugly declares before proceeding to climb on top of you and tease you for the rest of the night😛

But hmmmm, let me tell you, your baby boy is definitely gonna sneak in a few kissing sessions in between the playful fight so better be prepared!🤫💋 ;))

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