hobie brown, who is very confident in his looks. who is not afraid to go up to a pretty girl and ask for her number if he chooses. if she rejects him, oh well… moving on to the next. he’s well aware that most girls that he goes to will most likely be attracted to him, so it’s a very rare occurrence once he gets rejected. but things like that don’t happen often anyways because he doesn’t go up to girls a lot.
so you can be considered a lucky girl, because he came up to you in a record store, casually asking you what you were looking for because you seemed to be lost. and once you turned around to see who had asked you, you were immediately flustered. it took you a moment to gather your thoughts because of how handsome he was, but once you told him the vinyl he offered to walk you over to where it was and you agreed.
in your brief walk with him, he had asked for your name and where you were from, and you both had a bonding moment that made you feel a little more comfortable around him. this small conversation led you to notice much eye contact he kept with you, and his body language clearly showed he was interested in what you had to say—it had you flattered to say the least. he led you to the vinyl and you thanked him, being slightly disappointed thinking that you had missed your shot with him and he was gonna walk away, with you never seeing him again.
that was the opposite of what had happened though.
he instead took the vinyl, wrote his number on it, and he said a slick, “text me, yeah?” before walking away without giving you a chance to rebuttal. it wasn’t like you were going to, but at least you didn’t miss your chance with him, right?
First of all. Yes I deleted the Publishing House. 2 nights ago was a reason why but it wasn't the entire reason. I firstly wanna apologize to those who had nothing to do with this. It wasn't far to you but I have been letting slick shit slide for a long time and it was just time for it to go.
I only have issues with Val and Zari.
Val @theemrsjaeger : you started this shit with the snide comment you made about mia. I didn't do my part in defending her so she found it in her to look elsewhere for help when I didn't give it to her. So yeah if that makes me biased so be it. I've been letting a LOT of bullshit slide that was coming towards me just for the sake of staying unbiased. I even tried to be civil but apparently it's not working so here we are.
Zari @yourrfavzxri: You were transphobic towards me. Point blank period. you know my pronouns are they/them and you told me and I quote to "stfu."
you continously bullied not only mia, but others in the server including me and I let that shit slide. Over and over again. To keep peace. You wanted to bully and gaslight my friends and I over what? A discord server.
This shit wasn't needed and I'm not addressing anything after this.
The only thing I'm truly sorry for was not defending mia before this shit got out of hand. And if that makes me a biased person then I fucking am !!
clearly you’re illiterate bc that first sentence needs some assistance with the wording girl 💀💀. your friend came on tumblr posting abt some shit I made before I even acknowledged them, so clearly they BEEN LURKING ON MY SHIT, enough to know they were swiftly blocked afterwards !!
baby you not finna send shit to sleep cause you blocked me it gave pussy 😂 you and them lil lame ass friend love to show out for the media but irl y’all weak asl
baby you not finna send shit to sleep cause you blocked me it gave pussy 😂 you and them lil lame ass friend love to show out for the media but irl y’all weak asl
I am also a black writer who specifically writes for black readers. I don’t write those fics but i have mutuals that do. And I and many enjoy it.
It’s not fucking hard to scroll.
You are literally coming on here making saying that we should stop writing a specific type of fic cause why? you don’t like it??
You wanna complain abt what other black writers do publicly on this app acting like what people weren’t gonna disagree with you? It’s insulting and idky you can’t see this. But maybe stay out of spaces you don’t wanna interact with.
There are niggas out here writing about eren domestically abusing readers and THIS is your fucking focus?? get a fucking hobby. A job. Something to occupy your time with while you are out of school my god y’all are so fucking annoying on this app.
Thats fine if you like it but I don’t. And it wasn’t that hard for you to scroll on my post either.
This post wasn’t even serious fr and y’all made it serious for no reason💀 if you like it and wanna read it and write it I do not careeee. And I never said stop writing it I said stop doing it just because it’s for black readers bc it’s a stereotype to equate black to gangs and drugs and it’s a weird thing to constantly do
If literally anybody ever disagrees that’s fine and I’m willing to have a normal convo about it but y’all’s first reaction to this post was to tell me to shut up so that was clearly out of the question😭
And yeah those fics are weird too and I’ve said that before I said this in the moment bc I was talking about this specific topic to other ppl
but again the thing is this has been a constant issue on here. And you are quite literally coming for some of the writers on here when you say this. Did you think everyone was just gonna ignore it???
Ofc you got told to shut up when this is a big problem in the black writer community.
Nobody is writing that shit to negatively perpetuate that shit. they are head cannons.
So like i said before Block and move on if you don’t like it🤷🏾♀️
and i told you to get a job because there are better things to worry abt than what people write on “tumblr.com”
Girl I come on here like once a month I didn’t even know this was a genuine issue in discussion till just now💀 and I never came for anybody bc again this post was never that deep and it wasn’t meant to be that deep if anyone felt attacked that’s on them tbh bc that’s not what I was trying to do
And not having a negative intent behind those hcs doesn’t take away from the fact that constantly making them on black reader fics perpetuates and feeds into negative stereotypes
You keep telling me to block and move on if I don’t like it but y’all literally could’ve done the exact same and didn’t ?
you dry reblogged her post when you could’ve taken your own advice and blocked her if you felt some type of way, I promise you it don’t never get that serious and nb attacked you
Mystic Messenger Characters + Their Toxic Traits ✨
Feat. Zen, Yoosung, Jaehee, Jumin, Seven, and V
Short headcanons inspired by this post I've made about My Hero Academia characters and their toxic traits x
! fem reader, brief mentions of sex !
Zen
Insanely jealous. He's barely able to restrain himself from barking like a dog when he sees you talking to another man
- and he will come up to you mid-conversation and embarrass you in front of this man because Zen wants him to know who you belong to.
Has some mildly sexist views on women
- Speaks for you even if you're right next to him. Will order for you at restaurants without being asked. If someone asks you a question and Zen thinks he knows the answer he'll answer it for you as if you aren't capable of answering for yourself.
- Tends to believe that you're fragile and vulnerable and that he needs to protect you because you're a woman
- Will help you with chores but he believes it's your job to cook
- Doesn't ever let you take control during sex. He thinks that, as the man, he is supposed to be the one on top and in control. He's a pleasure dom but sex is always done his way because he never lets you take the lead.
Canonically homophobic
Lacks self awareness
Yoosung
King of putting things off. Ignores problems in the relationship for as long as he possibly can until one day it all comes to the surface and he bursts into tears
Avoids conflict to the point of concern. He'd rather lie to himself that everything is fine between the two of you than address an issue in your relationship because he doesn't want to start a fight.
Struggles to make time for you. A lot of your dates are hanging out together while he studies in his room or at the library.
Shamelessly codependent
Jaehee
Also terrible at making time for you
Always working. If she's not working under Jumin then she's always working on improving the coffee shop. She doesn't know how to function when she's not working 24/7 and under constant stress
She takes things so personally. She'll never tell you she took something you said personally but you can tell.
Lowkey a grudge holder. If you two get into an argument she'll bring up something you said to hurt her feelings two years ago.
Jumin
Wants to take care of you but "taking care of you" can mean doing things that are very controlling sometimes
- extremely resistant at first to the idea of you having a job or going to college since he can provide for both of you
- hates taking "no" for an answer if he thinks he knows better than you. If you're sick with a cold he'll go against your wishes and call a doctor no matter how many times you insist that you're fine.
- Never learned how to let someone else be in charge of something so he also never lets you take control during sex.
Resistant to change
Makes important decisions without you based on what he thinks you would want
Can come across as very apathetic at times. He thinks he's offering an objective point of view that will help soothe your emotions but instead it can feel like he doesn't care about them because you're being unreasonable.
707
Has gotten into the habit of lying about the dumbest shit, so it can be difficult to tell whether he's being serious or messing with you
Doesn't help with household chores because he doesn't find them mentally stimulating
Gets really bad depressive episodes. He doesn't want Saeran to see him like that so he bottles everything up until he can't anymore and will take all his emotions out on you sometimes.
Has never had to communicate how he feels before meeting you, so he never learned how. A lot of the time you're relying on your intuition because he doesn't talk to you about it. Part of him still believes nobody cares about how he's feeling.
V
Incredibly passive. Getting him to voice what he wants is like pulling teeth.
Codependent and in denial about it. Thinks he's just really in love with his wife.
Has a tendency to completely ignore how he's feeling because part of him is desperate to please you.
Tends to think in absolutes. Has a very black and white view on most things
Struggles to believe that he deserves you and that makes him crave validation, but he never wants to voice to you that he needs validation.
Wdym Sam's a police officer in canon?? Not in my world. He's literally an assassin who kills devils wdym??
"Come on, why not?! We'll be fine!" Sam said with a glare toward James.
"Sam, what don't you understand about what I'm saying? It's illegal." The man in question murmured in exhasperation.
They'd all agreed earlier that they'd all go out to a bar, but then, Sam had to ruin it by reminding his brothers that they couldn't really get drunk off human alcohol. So now, he was trying to convince James to let himself and Erik go out to a Demon Black Market to buy demon alcohol.
"Illegal?! Who's gonna stop me?! You? The human police?" Sam grinned at the thought.
Erik backed him up by saying, "Honestly, he's right! We'll be fine! We won't even be out for long. Sam did say that his friend has something to do with organising the market."
James glared at him as he sat on the bed. He was honestly just glad that the other three were busy getting ready, or else Matthew and Mika would be begging to join them on their trip.
"Yeah! Come on, it'll be fine! You know you want to, you can't get drunk off human alcohol. You want to get drunk. I know where to get real alcohol. I think we have a pretty fucking obvious solution here." Sam pointed out, crossing his arms as he grinned.
James huffed...Sam did have a point. It had been a while since he was drunk.
"...if I Iet you two go..." James started, but then stopped as Erik instantly stood up from the bed in excitement. Erik blushed slightly and sat back down as the other two stared at him.
"...if you two go, make sure you're both back soon. Do not get into any trouble," he casted a pointed look at Sam,"...don't buy too much. And when you two come back, do not and I mean do not..." He glared at the both of them this time, his agitated look lingering on Sam, "...give any to Mika. Ok?"
Sam deflated slightly as he tried to defend his secret idea of letting Mika try some, but was instantly shut down at his glare.
"...fine!" Sam acquised, quickly throwing on his shoes as Erik got up from the bed again.
"We'll be back soon, I swear! Mika won't even know we're gone!" Erik yelled as he pushed Sam out the door, secretly swiping James's wallet as they left, unbeknownst to him.
Mika sat down on Matthew's bed as she reviewed her outfits.
"Purple or pink?" She asked Damien as he sat on his own bed. He walked over and glanced at the nearly identical, short dresses.
"...purple. Definitely the purple one."
Mika eyed the unworn lavender dress. It would look nice...
"You think?"
"Mhm...it'll look good, purple's definitely your color."
She giggled slightly, remembering how Sam threw a black dress out of her suitcase before they left, and threw the purple one in in its place. Would he...?
Mika blushed as she try to hide her thoughts of Sam complimenting her from Damien.
He giggled,"...I'm sure Sam will like it too. He probably put in it for a reason..."
Mika blushed harder and lightly smacked Damien on the shoulder as Matthew walked in from the bathroom, finished with his shower. He walked over to the bed and realised that they were comparing dresses.
"Hmm... definitely the purple!"
Mika nodded as she picked up the purple dress and went to go and try it on in the bathroom.
"...did you pick that one knowing that Sam liked it?" Matthew questioned
Mika sat in her and Sam's room, finishing up her make-up as she waited for him to come back. As she heard laughter and unserious arguments coming from down the hall, she knew he was back though.
"...no I promise you, she liked me! Don't you have her number?"
"You're embarrassing yourself!" Sam yelled as he closed the door with a toothy grin on his face, holding a plastic bag.
"Oh...hey," he murmured staring at her, "'s that the dress I picked for you?"
Suddenly slightly self-conscious at his staring, she returned back to doing her makeup.
"Oh, um, yeah...you like it?"
The atmosphere in the room went quieter as he walked over and took the make-up brush out of her hand and placed one of his hands on her hip. She gasped as he pulled her towards him, his lips resting on the crook between her shoulder and neck.
Was that...alcohol? Fruit?
"What is that...? You smell...funny. Good, but still." She questioned.
He chuckled in reply, "Don't worry about it, pretty..."
He trailed off as he teasingly bit into her exposed shoulder. She shivered as he laughed gently again and tilted her head towards his by using the make-up brush. Their lips were barely separated, only a centimetre of space between them, when she began to notice the smell of sweet alcohol on his breath.
"Sam...are you drunk?" She whispered hotly into his lips.
He pulled his eyes up from her now extra prominent cleavage and giggled...fuck, he was glad he threw that dress into her suitcase.
She looked down slightly to follow where he was looking, when he brought her face back to his by tilting her chin up with the make-up brush.
"'just pre-drinks...bought some while you were getting ready," he smirked cheekily at her, "...you wanna try some?"
She bit her lip in amusement at his confession. She'd seen tipsy, face flushed Sam, but never flat-out hammered Sam. She was getting more and more excited for tonight by the second.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled his lips finally onto hers, gently kissing him. He grabbed her hips and chucked her make-up brush over his shoulder.
She pulled her face away from his with a exclamation of annoyance, "mff- what the hell?! If you break my brush, Sam, I swear-"
She was interrupted when he forced his lips onto hers roughly, effectively shutting her up. He grinned into the kiss as he lifted one hand up to the nape of her neck, carefully maneuvering past her delicately curled long hair, knowing that she'd be happy with him for it.
He groaned as she moved her tongue onto his own, seemingly forgetting about her make-up brush. She laved her tongue around his mouth, tasting sweet and fruity alcohol in his mouth.
What the hell was that? It was good...
She slowly pulled away and panted for breath, even though they were still connected by a string of saliva. He looked at her hotly like he was about to pounce on her, until she started giggling.
She pulled away as her laughter got stronger and she looked around for her phone.
"Wait, wait! Stay still!" She looked at him with a feral grin as she shoved a camera into his face.
He stumbled away slightly as he giggled with her, the alcohol in him making him laugh along and pose for the picture she was taking, pouting his lips.
After a bright flash she pulled her camera away, cackling like a mad woman.
"What?! Let me see!"
She shoved the phone into his chest with a gentle shove as she curled over laughing.
"Shit...! Didn't know you looked so good in make-up, Sam!"
He took one look at the photo of him with lip gloss smudged messily around his lip, making him look like he was the one who put it on, before instantly rushing over to her make-up bag.
"Fuck...take your fucking lip gloss off if you wanna make out!" He yelled jokingly at her while searching for her make-up wipes.
She was too busying trying to hold herself up in her high heels while dying of laughter to reply. He found her make-up wipes and instantly began wiping the stuff off his face.
Her giggles finally quietened down as she dried the years coming from her eyes, trying not to smudge her eyeliner. It wasn't often she went out looking this good, after all.
As he was busy wiping the lip gloss off his face, Mika sauntered over to the plastic bag he carried in with him and peeked inside. There were quite a few bottles inside already, one of them in particular already half finished. She picked it up, confused.
"...can't even read the label of this stuff. What is this?" She asked.
He looked at her deadpanned before turning back to the mess on his mouth.
"...'looking at me like I know how to read, doofus."
He was too busy looking at himself in the mirror to notice that she was already holding the bottle between her lips, letting the fruity tasting alcohol flow into her mouth.
He only started paying attention when heard her grunt and pull the bottle away from her lips.
"...mmm! This is really good, actually! What is this?"
...
"I...it's the drinks me and Erik bought..."
"What is this? It's like the label's in a different language..."
"...it's one of the drinks I wasn't allowed to give you...cuz it's...demon alcohol, y'know?"
She paused at looked at him, the two of them staring at eachother. They looked at eachother for a bit before breaking into laughter again. He walked over and grabbed the bottle from her hands, before taking a swig and putting it back into the bag.
"...just, stay away from James tonight, 'k?" He asked, giggling slightly and kissing her on the head.
"You got it."
She smirked as she walked over to the mirror again and reapplied her lip gloss, making Sam blush slightly.
As it turns out, Mika could not stay away from James, due to the fact that she was very clingy when she was drunk.
By the time they'd reached their third bar, Sam was beginning to...feel stuff... because of the attention James was getting.
They were holding arms the entire way up, talking and laughing, not drunk but just tipsy.
And Sam felt like he was left all by himself to make fun of Matthew and drink. She didn't even notice how cool he looked taking shots!
But he was saved when they reached the bar, and James said he was going back to the hotel, much to Mika's protest. Matthew surprisingly joined him and said he was gonna go back too.
She booed them as they walked off. Sam, Damien, Erik and Mika walked in and sat down, Sam secretly making sure that he was sitting beside Mika this time.
They quickly ordered shots and threw them back, Erik and Sam doing great, Mika and Damien not so much.
Sam laughed as he had to hit Mika on the back to stop her coughing fit. As she coughed one last time she giggled slightly and leaned weakly into his chest with a grin on her face. He leaned back to give her more space and even wrapped an arm around her, not really caring about how conspicuous they looked. They were drunk after all! They didn't mean to be wrapped around eachother like this!
...fuck, he was definitely starting to get fucking hammered...
After a while of talking and drinking to colorful lights and loud music, Mika decided she wanted to dance.
What Sam didn't expect though was for her to pull on his hand, trying to pull him up so he'd dance with her.
"Come on!"
When she was trying to pull his hand closer, she was using both of her hands, inadvertently making her use her arms too and pull them close together, making her cleavage especially prominent.
"...fine! But only because I'm in a good mood!"
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders quickly and pushed her chest against him, giving him an elated hug, before quickly running off with him in hand to the dance floor.
Yeah, good mood, Sam thought.
As they got onto the packed dancefloor, Sam realised why she wanted to dance. Their song was playing.
Mika started cackling as Sam realised the song that was playing. He always pretended that he hated dancing along to it and that he didn't know the words. But now, as the both of them were dancing and singing energetically to the blaring lights, she knew it was a lie.
He pulled her close and his hips dragged against her ass as she giggled.
Fuck...they'd never done this in the dance before.
He wrapped an arm around her hips strongly and she bit her lip as he ground himself into her. What he was doing wasn't even that pleasurable, it was just the thought of him putting his hands in her in front of so many people, something he would usually be far too embarrassed to do.
She gasped as she felt the loss of his body warmth as he spun her around. The lights swirled around her as she was yanked back into his chest. She was staring up at him with a flushed face and gasping.
He was looking down at her with a dark look, until it faded away as she dissolved into giggles.
At this point the song turned into another and she wasn't in a dancing mood anymore. She looked up at him again as people danced around them to a now slower and sexier song, grinding against each other with hot looks, just like them.
She looked into his eyes and bit her lip bashfully. As he looked back at her his breath caught in his throat as she looked up at him.
He couldn't help but kiss her.
He pressed his lips against hers hotly as he gently grabbed the arms wrapped around his shoulders, sliding his hands down her body and feeling her up. He accidentally started his enthrallment just a tiny bit due to the alcohol in his blood, making him unable too think properly.
As he squeezed at her thighs and ass, she squeaked and pulled her lips off of his. He seen her lips mumble something but he was unable to hear her due to booming music.
"...what?!"
She didn't reply, simply leaning her head against his chest. She didn't really seem...into this anymore.
He gently held her cheek and forced her to look up, feeling her shaking hands and looking into her slightly crazed eyes.
He inhaled as he realised he was currently enthralling her, and turned it off, gently grabbing her wrist and manuevering the people around them to let them outside.
As she took a step outside, she instantly inhaled in the cold night air.
He gently led her over to rest against the wall, knowing that she needed some space.
"Shit...Mika you ok?"
She breathed deeply again and looked up at him again before chuckling.
"Ha...yeah...just a lot, y'know...? 'don't think I've ever been this drunk before!"
Sam breathed a sigh of relief and leaned beside her against the rough wall and giggled.
"Shit...you scared me! You humans are so...confusing!"
She chuckled loudly, "I'm confusing? You're confusing! I never understand what your saying half the time! You always say one thing but mean the other. You demons are the confusing ones,"
He scoffed as she leaned against him.
"You're confusing! You were the one who was looking at James with your...your 'fuck-me' eyes earlier!"
"My 'fuck-me' eyes?!"
"Yes! Your 'fuck-me' eyes!"
She gave an exhasperated giggle, "Please! I'm so drunk right now I could give James my 'I hate you' eyes and I wouldn't even notice!"
"You see, that's where I get confused, I know nothing about your 'I hate you' eyes, you're always too busy giving me your 'fuck me' eyes." He said slyly, making her blush and scoff at him.
He smirked slightly as he looked at her trying to catch her breath with a flushed face. Was that what she would look like if...?
He grinned toothily, knowing that he got her. He mocked her scoff with a fake one of his own, making her push him on the shoulder.
He chuckled as he stumbled slightly and walked back to beside her. She smiled and relaxed, looking up at the stars.
He followed her gaze and looked up at the clear sky. He didn't think it was as nice of a view as the one back at the mansion (mostly due to the alcohol making him unable to properly focus), and he returned his gaze to the best view.
Her jawline was extra prominent as she looked up into the sky, showing off her slightly glistening, creamy neck. He looked at the rare, small freckles that dotted her shoulders, now extra visible. Her freckles always seemed to stand out in the summer. The moonlight was hitting her just right to give her a pretty glow.
Shit, when the hell did she become his best view?
Not like he was complaining, but still...she was just like early morning sunrises, despite the fact that she was his moon, just like how he wanted to be her sun.
...what?
He shook his head at his stupid drunk thoughts.
"You ready to go back in?" He questioned, trying to hide his embarrassed blush.
She was broken out of her stupor at his voice,"Oh! Mhm...can we leave soon though? It's getting pretty late..."
He agreed and lead her back inside, his hand resting against the small of her back. They went back to their table, finding Damien and Erik talking to a man who was sandwiched between the two of them, looking very flustered.
Sam and Mika looked at eachother and walked up to them, slightly interrupting the conversation.
"Oh hi! Are you two back from dancing?" Erik asked them, clearly too occupied to notice they were gone. Damien barely even glanced at them, too busy murmuring something to the attractive man between them, making him giggle like a school girl.
"...yeah, sure. Anyway, we're gonna go soon, Mika's about to fall asleep." Sam replied, averting his eyes from...whatever Damien was telling the man.
Mika was about to protest about her falling asleep, but quickly shut her mouth and blushed as a slight yawn came from her.
The three of them giggled as Sam sat down again. Mika was about to sit down too, when she realised that the man who was now talking to Erik again had taken her seat. He looked too into his conversation for Mika to ask for it back without feeling rude, and she didn't want to get between her two friends from doing...whatever they were going to do with that man.
She murmured something to Sam about finding another chair, when she felt his rough, calloused hand wrapping around her wrist and dragging her into his lap. She was sitting sideways in his lap, not straddling him yet.
She gasped as he let out a laugh at her shocked face, looking to the other three, finding them grinning at her slyly, but otherwise preoccupied.
Sam wrapped his arms around her waist and murmured in her ear, "No need."
She felt his laugh rumble in his chest as she blushed slightly, but still wrapped her arms around his neck in response.
They'd definitely had too much to drink.
He murmured into her ear, "How 'bout one more drink, then we'll head?"
She giggled slightly and nodded into his neck. She was about to get up to go and get said drinks, when Sam tightening the arms around her waist. She looked at him confused, before he looked away towards the bartender, who was quite a bit away. She gasped as she saw his eyes glow slightly gold.
However, it could've just been a coincidence that his eyes glowed, the lights were flashing after all, and it could've also been a coincidence that the bartender in question thought they might've needed a drink and brought the exact ones they wanted to them. Who knows?
She smiled and blushed at his attentiveness to her favourite drink. It was the small things for him.
She gently kissed over his pulse before leaning out of his neck and sipping her drink. He blushed and squeezed her waist even tighter appreciatevely.
They had light conversation, giving each other wide-eyed looks over the facial expressions the unknown man was making in response to some of the things Erik and Damien were whispering to him.
Their drinks were finished quicker than they expected and Sam considered getting more, until he seen the hazy look on Mika's face that he didn't think was just from her sitting on his lap.
He gently squeezed her hips before standing up and setting her down on his seat before going over to the bartender to pay. She let him leave without protest, which was unusual from her, but Sam reasoned it was simply due to how tired she was right now.
After he paid he walked back to their table to see her resting her head on her hand tiredly. He chuckled and gently rested his hand on her head, ruffling her hair as she startled.
Yeah, she was done.
Sam smirked and hauled her up by her hand, not letting go until they made their way out of the club. Mika let out a sigh of relief.
She gave him a tired grin and said goodbye to Damien and Erik, the two of them barely glancing at them before returning their gazes to the man between them hungrily, looking like they were going to pounce on him.
"...fuck...feel pretty bad for that man." She mumbled, walking slowly.
Sam huffed out a laugh, "As long as they don't bring him back to the hotel and wake me up, I'm fine."
She giggled tiredly. Sam stopped though as he heard a small, hidden hiss come from her.
"Hey...is your hangover getting to you already?" He joked. She smiled slightly before replying.
"These heels are fucking killing me...how far is the hotel?"
Sam looked down at her in concern, seeing the tired, pained expression in her face.
Shit. He'd definitely kept her out for too long.
He couldn't stand seeing his girl in pain.
"...Are they too small? Or do they just hurt from walking?"
She leaned into him, "God...both, I think? They were the only ones that went with this dress. 'dunno what size they are..."
Sam looked around, seeing a bench beside them. He gently lead her over to it and sat her down, even though it wasn't hard to get her to sit as she nearly threw herself down in relief. He petted her hair and got down on his knees on the sidewalk, kneeling in front of her.
He gently grabbed her heel and tilted her foot up, searching for the buckle on the heel.
"...you mind if I take some energy? Promise I won't go too far." He questioned quietly.
She looked down at him, confused, before eventually nodding and murmuring her approval. He felt her energy building up all through the night and now, it was coming to a high at seeing him on his knees for her.
He chuckled slightly and closed his eyes as he grabbed her hand and lovingly kissed over it, making small bites and licking over them. He slowly took her energy, not trusting himself to not take too much if he went too fast.
He lowered her hand gently, before reaching down and stroking her calf and kissing lightly over her kneecaps, now fed with energy.
He continued kissing over her kneecaps as he gently lowered his hands to the buckles on her heels, and gently took them off as she sat back, amused.
He took them off and kissed her legs one last time before sitting up beside her on the bench. She looked at him with a grateful, but tired look.
"That's great and all Sam, but how am I gonna get back to the hotel?"
"My back." He replied, stroking her arms.
"...Sam, you're not carrying me all the way to the fucking hotel on your back."
"Who's gonna stop me? The police?" He grinned, remembering his conversation with James earlier.
"Y-you can't...Sam, I'm too heavy!"
He gave her a deadpanned look before scoffing and taking his hoodie off, leaving him in a tight compression shirt, and he wrapped it around her waist.
"Either keep it on your waist or put it on, you might get cold." He murmured before promptly grabbing her thighs and wrapping them around him, and picking her up so that she was forced to wrap her arms around his neck from behind.
"Sam!" She shrieked and giggled, pressing herself against him.
He chuckled as he stood up from the bench and quickly swiped her heels, carrying them along with her.
"See! You're fine!" He replied teasingly as he began walking.
As she laughed sweetly, he couldn't help but praise himself for taking off his hoodie, as now he was probably blushing from head to toe.
Mika groaned as she was dropped onto the bed, stretching slightly and cracking her joints into place.
Sam smiled at her before dropping her heels down to the ground, and laying down beside her, wrapping his arms around her an burrowing his head in her neck, smelling her hair and sliding his shoes off.
She curled into him and wrapped a leg around his waist.
"Mm...thank you for carrying me..."
"Don't sweat it, just don't remind me when I'm sober, I'll get embarrassed."
She chuckled quietly, gently kissing and nuzzling into him. He blushed as he wrapped his arms around her.
...Around the pretty, tight and probably very uncomfortable lavender dress.
"Mika...up. Now."
She startled from the sleep she was falling into, "Hmm?! Mhm...?"
"Take your dress off, it's too tight."
"Sam...not in the mood...too tired..."
"What? No! No! I'm not...ugh!"
He sat up and hauled up with him, much to her protest.
"Just...go...and take your dress off, you're gonna hate yourself in the morning if you wake up with a full face of make-up on and still wearing that dress."
She grumbled and cursed at him before sitting up with a grunt, knowing he was right.
"Ugh...just don't look, 'k?"
He blushed slightly as he had to turn away quickly as she began to strip from her dress and underwear and looked for her pyjamas. Once she threw on a pair of shorts and his hoodie, she stumbled over to the make-up wipes Sam had used on his now flushed lips earlier, and threw them at him before crawling back onto the bed, leaving a mess in her wake.
He startled slightly as his composure from staring at the wall broke as the wipes hit his head. He turned round with a glare as she sat down against the pillows, noticing the slight pained expression still there from walking around.
His glare faded as she began taking off the make-up. He moved down to her ankles.
"...your feet still hurt?"
"Ehh...just when I walk, thanks."
Neither of them commented on how he began massaging her feet as she took her make-up off. She simply looked at him and chuckled as she smiled, silently thanking him.
"...hold still for me."
When she finished taking off the make-up, he let go of her feet, listening to her groan of relaxation.
He smiled at her as he took in her drop in energy...fuck...this night really took it out of her. He smiled at her before gently picking her up again and bringing her into the bathroom. He let her down slowly, making sure she was okay with walking before leaving the bathroom to get changed.
He threw on a pair of sweatpants and shrugged off his shirt as he heard the door open to her brushing her teeth. He followed her in and picked up his own toothbrush, standing beside her as she tiredly leaned onto him.
Once they finished up, she gently turned him around to face her and she wrapped her arms around him, playing and scratching at his hair as he wrap his arms tightly around her waist. He gently picked her up by her thighs again and carried her to the bed as she giggled.
He placed her under the covers and climbed in with her, resting his head on top of hers and gently kissing it.
"Ngh...'should get you drunk more often, Sam... you're so much nicer..." She murmured jokingly.
"I am nice..." He mumbled indignantly into her hair.
They both giggled as they closed their eyes and soon fell asleep.
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