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haha okay you lovely bean. :*
10. biggest turn on(s)
cute smiles, passion about any subject at all no matter how big or small, quiet kindness, shared comfortable silence, piercings, lapsitting, hair stroking, playful wrestling that edges just this side of i-could-seriously-hurt-you hnng.
12. ideas of a perfect date
SIX FLAGS FRIGHT FEST. FRIGHT FEST FRIGHT FEST FRIGHT FEST!!!!! because it’s a theme park so roller coasters YAY fun but it’s in october so it’s not fucking hot as balls so you can cozy up in their hoodie and not worry about your makeup sweating off your damn face or passing out from heat exhaustion yay! and also fright fest is not scary at all but kitschy enough that you can go “ahh!” and hide behind your date in a very cute fashion when the vampires jump out at you :3
18. phobia
irl debilitating fear of syringes. any imagery whatsoever can send me into rolling waves of nausea and sweats. uhg even talking about it rn *clutches glass of water*
puzzledpantherrr replied to your post: listen i drew argentina by chance for ...
hell ya voting for argentina for this purpose and also cause i’m still hurt about germany beating brazil. let’s goooo!!!
harpystyle replied to your post: listen i drew argentina by chance for ...
I’m rooting for Argentina for fambly reasons and so I’m doubly rooting for em now
thank you sweetbeans! your good vibes are v appreciated in chez cuddlemnstr n___n
zaynjhoran replied to your post: listen i drew argentina by chance for ...
the argentinan fans were so gross abt neymars injury they brought a fake spine to the stadium and waved it around
i barely know anything about the team, let alone the fanbase. obviously i think that's really gross and mean and pathetic :( sports fans are another class sometimes, man. despite the money i really did want brazil to win the cup, but since i'm clearly not getting what my heart wants, i at least want to get what my wallet wants u feel me?
prompt: there is a bug on the ground and zayn is having a crisis abt wether to: squish bug and be sad about it but no more bugs, or ask someone to move bug outside, because he doesnt want to TOUCH the bug but he doesnt want to HURT the bug. he's been having this crisis for about 7 minutes already
Zayn cannot believe how long he’s been standing here, frozen, just staring at the bug on the floor. He doesn’t even know what it is, a beetle of some sort, with a blue shell. Kind of like a scarab, but with many legs. His first instinct had been to squash the bug but then he’d made the mistake of actually looking at it, and. It’s, well. Kind of beautiful.
And, he thinks, it’s not hurting anyone. It’s not a spider, which Zayn hates, and it’s not a centipede, which terrify him. But every now and then it does scuttle in a quite creepy, fractured fashion and Zayn kind of jumps, readying the shoe in his hand again.
But he can’t squash it. Every time he psychs himself up to do it, he falls just short, and so the result has been that he’s wasted probably close to ten minutes having a ridiculous stand-off with a bug.
Paralyzed in the middle of the room, half-poised to kill with his arm raised is how Niall finds him, who immediately stops in the doorway. “What’s wrong?” he asks, having not seen the bug yet, eyes wide and hands going out to his sides like there might be a bomb in the room.
"It’s a bug," Zayn whispers, because he’s convinced the bug can hear him.
"Oh my fucking god," Niall sighs loudly, visibly deflating. "I thought there was something actually wrong, Malik."
Niall rolls his eyes and steps around couch, finally laying eyes on the perpatrator. “Give it here,” he says, motioning for Zayn’s shoe.
"As if," Zayn says. "You were the one afraid of a butterfly on stage."
Niall’s lips thin. “I was not afraid of it, I was marveling in wonder at it.”
"Well I’m marveling in wonder at this one!" Zayn says defensively.
"You don’t want to kill it?"
"No."
"Okay, so you’re just gonna sit there and stare at it?" Niall’s looking at him like he’s a child.
"Yes," Zayn snaps, just to be a brat.
Niall sighs. “Be right back.” And he comes back a minute later with a plastic cup and a piece of paper, crouching down to the floor while Zayn supervises anxiously on high. “C’mere lil fucker,” Niall coaxes, gently shuffling the piece of paper under the skittering beetle and then clamping the cup down on top of it. “We’re going for a ride.”
He makes to leave the room and then looks over his shoulder. “You wanna come so you get your peace of mind?”
Zayn startles into motion, following them outside. Niall bends down into the lawn and slides the bug out of the cup and off the paper, into the grass where it absconds in a frenzy, hightailing it away from them.
Niall and Zayn stand side by side for a moment, watching it go. “Bye, dude,” Zayn calls softly, waving at it.
"How ‘bout a ‘thank you, oh kindest Niall’?"
Zayn presses an exaggerated, sloppy kiss to Niall’s cheek and loops an arm around his shoulders. “Thank you, oh kindest Niall, secret bug whisperer of my heart.”
