#ans:don

[youngdisney]

"Don't say that," She cooed softly, gently batting the hand that was staying on her side, still insistent to poke at it relentlessly. The brunette wasn't a fan of seeing him upset, ultimately leaving it to herself to make him happy. But if he didn't want it, what could she do about it? "If not happy," Cher started softly, pressing a kiss against his shirt. "I'll just try to get a smile out of you then," Her hand seized its tickling to rub his sides instead, his skin warm under her touch. "Okay?"

He shrugged his shoulders indifferently. It was the truth. He was only telling her. He didn’t want her to be disappointed if she wasn’t able to succeed. “It’s not hard to get a smile." He rolled his eyes playfully, a grin appearing on his feature. “I’m depressed. Not a cold, heartless person with the inability to smile."

[youngdisney]

"You are a bed wetter!," Her laughter mixed with his, her body twitching when his finger probed at her side, eliciting a giggle out of her. Her immediate reaction was to get back at him, tickling at his sides whilst burying her head further into his chest. "We're going out tomorrow," Cher mumbled softly, the words muffled by his figure. "It is my absolute mission to make you happy again," And she was serious about that, holding tight onto the idea. "Is that okay?," She wanted his approval first.

He rolled his eyes, continuing to poke the girl while trying not to squirm from her tickling. “Going out where?" He exhaled slowly, finally relaxing. He bit his lip and shook his head slightly. It was thoughtful of her to try and make him happy, but it just wouldn’t work. “Happiness is out of the picture, Cher." He muttered as he closed his eyes. “Been impossible for a long while now." He sighed and looked down at the girl. “But yeah, we can still go. Wherever that is."

[youngdisney]

Her lips pursed into a small frown, head shaking at his words before she sent a hand down to his stomach, smacking gently at it. "I'm not going to wet the bed, idiot," Cher was annoyed but she shrugged it off, lying back into the bed with her head resting on his chest, an ear pressed against his warm skin. She pulled a faint grin, feeling her cheeks colouring along. "Pretty sure you'll be doing that," It was an honest laugh she gave out, her arm draped over his waist as she turned to her side.

He merely laughed at her hit. “I never said you were. I said don’t get close to me or else we’ll sweat like fuckin’ pigs and it’ll be like someone wet the bed." He explained, sticking his tongue out at her. His expression then changed to a firm one, “I ain’t a bed-wetter!" He poked her side, chuckling as he shook his head. 

[youngdisney]

you need her cause youre being a dick lol

"Ha-ha, fuck off."

"That’s got nothing to do with needing someone."

[youngdisney]

where's olivia when don needs her

"I don’t— I don’t need anyone."

[youngdisney]

M!a don falls in love with the next person he talks to and whenevr he feels the need to snap, he can't because the love overrides it (: love lasts for 1 day (just wanna see what is like)

"Are you fuckin’ cra—"

~poof~

"No one talk to me."

[youngdisney]

"We've agreed that I'm a teddybear," She smiled bashfully to herself, reminiscent of the day her nickname was created. But that grin fell into a slight frown when she was reminded of the last time she took a fall from the bed, her head needed a couple of stitches done to it. "Who asked you to kick me off?," Her voice went hushed, head shaking softly before she sat upright, reluctantly pulling back from him. By then, her lips had formed a quivering pout, "At least, let me sleep next to you then."

"Teddy bear, limpet, same difference." He rolled his eyes playfully. He’d never admit it out loud, but he actually quite enjoyed the nicknames they had. “No one asked. Was just a warning if ya didn’t get off me because it’s fuckin’ hot in here and ‘m sweatin’ already." He let out a sigh as she lifted her body off his. Taking notice of the pout she accumulated, he pursed his lips. He hated when she did that. Especially now, since they’d just had an emotional moment. “Fine." He grumbled. “But you stay on your side, alright. I don’t need to wake up in the middle of the night thinkin’ that someone peed because of all the sweat."

[youngdisney]

"Shut up, idiot," She whined mercilessly into the open air, hooking her arms around his waist whilst burying her head into his chest. She didn't care whether he'd hug her back, all she wanted was the bed. Well, maybe him accompanying her too. "You know, we could share it," The thought of it brought a small laugh from the brunette, knowing the chances were very slim. Her eyes were already falling shut, figure relaxing entirely. Don was warm, she was only taking advantage of it. "Let me stay."

"You’re like a little limpet, you know that?" He looked down at her as she attached her arms around him. “And you’re not gonna win this time. My bed. There is no ‘share’ in bed." He raised his eyebrows, “Unless, of course, you’d like to have me droolin’ all over you." As he felt her body relax, he sighed heavily. “Aw, c’mon, Cher. At least get off of me before you fall asleep! Don’t make me push you off because we both know what happened last time." He warned in remembrance of the injury caused by his bed trunk.