i hope isak and even go home together and straight to sleep. and instead of isak waking up to an empty bed, he wakes up to even, who probably hasn’t slept in ages, still asleep beside him, his face squished to the pillow and his arms wrapped around isak and looking entirely at peace
Isak contacting Sonja after what she said to him because he doesn’t want Even’s parents to worry. That’s so protective!!!
Sonja not being the villain after all. She’s sorry for what she said and thinks that it’s good for even to be with isak. Let’s not forget that she’s only 19 and she’s been dumped by her bf. She totally made up for what she did last week and proved to be more mature than we thought
Isak squishing his face into Even’s back (what was that omggg 😍)
Even showing another aspect of his character. We’ve seen him being seductive, sweet, over the top and now we get to see him defenseless
Isak and Even minute by minute game (the softest thing to ever exist)
The kisses and the eskimo kisses
If you think you can’t see all of this in 8 minutes, you have never watched Skam
Headcanon: Bruce is the only one able to do the teasing things to Damian. It only works because he pretends to be perfectly serious as he squishes Damian’s cheeks, quizzing him about facts and statistics. Dick always heads to the showers because then Damian won’t hear him laughing over Damian’s muffled responses because of his little squished face.
Anonymous: Imagine you used to be really friendly with Matt (muttering into his ear, squishing his face, talking loudly for emphasis, etc) and him being upset when you stop because you think you’re torturing him once you find out how good his senses are
This is a very cute idea, I hope I did okay for you :)
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“I’ve got dinner,” you called, kicking the office door closed with your foot. Karen and Foggy practically ripped their food out of your hands, thanking you and then sitting down to eat. You always bought the food, keeping those three fed and happy.
You brought yours and Matt’s food to his office and put the bag in front of him. “Here you go, Matty.” You jumped up to sit on his desk as you always did, getting out your sandwich.
“Comfortable?” He joked.
You reached over and ruffled his hair. “Yes, thank you.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, reading a case file he and Foggy were working on.
Taking a bite of your sandwich, you listened as Matt started telling you about the case, and how a man was wrongly convicted. He and Foggy were amazing lawyers, you had complete faith that they would help this innocent man.
When he finished explaining, you looked up and kissed his cheek. “You’ll do perfectly, I know it.”
He smiled, “Thanks, Y/n.” After dinner, he sighed and stood up. “We should probably get home, it’s getting late.”
Waiting at the door, you grinned and intertwined his arm in yours, walking home with him.
Matt was your best friend. You were the one that helped him around if he wanted, and the one who gave him a small pep talk before any hearing. Besides Foggy, of course, there were no two people who were closer friends than you and Matt. Sometimes, you’d find yourself getting even closer to him, and maybe wishing you weren’t just friends.
As you got to Matt’s front door, you have him a hug, and pushed his hair out of his face gently. “See you tomorrow.”
He smiled at you sweetly, “Goodnight, Y/n.” You turned around as the door closed, walking back home with a wide smile on your face.
After one day at the office, you headed towards Matt’s apartment instead of your own. Foggy had told you he was sick today, and that was why he wasn’t in. So, naturally, you decided to go and check on him.
You didn’t think anything of it, walking into Matt’s apartment like you did. It was normal for you two. You were best friends, of course you hung out together. But you never expected to see what you did.
“Oh god-Matt?” Your ran over to the couch where Matt was laying, looking worse for wear.
“Y/n,” he hissed, trying to sit up, but it obviously hurt. Acting on instinct, you reached out and helped him sit straight. You looked over his body in shock. Scrapes ran red over his upper body and arms, even his face. Looking around the room, you saw nothing was out of place. Before you could ask him one of the thousand questions running through your mind, he asked you, “What are you doing here?”
“Foggy said, he said you were sick,” you said distractedly, fear for Matt running through your veins. You could not comprehend how he could possibly be so beaten up. He was a blind man, for goodness sake! “Matt, what’s going on?”
He let out a breath, and pat the seat next to him where his feet had been. “I have some things to tell you.”
You sat down with nearly no hesitation, your curiosity, slight fear, and desire to help Matt any way you could taking hold.
“You know in the papers, how they talk about the Devil of Hells Kitchen?”
You nodded, answering with a short, “Yes.”
“Well, I’m ‘Daredevil.’”
There was a long moment of silence. He must have realized you were not going to say anything, and he began to explain himself to you. He told you about his heightened senses. How he felt things differently, how he heard things differently. How he could see without actually seeing.
You took it all in, sitting quietly. And when he was done, with your thoughts running rampant, you stood up. Rifling through the first aid kit on the table, you began to patch him up, slowly but surely.
He didn’t force you to talk, which was a good thing. You didn’t think you could have formed a word. After hearing about what he could do, and about his senses, you thought back to how you acted around him in horror. The loud talking, all your touches and you guiding him everywhere… It must have been an overload of senses for him. You cringed, feeling horrible. Forget about him not telling you he was Daredevil; he should have stopped you from annoying and torturing him.
You cleaned up the last gash on Matt’s arm, and turned to address him. “Okay.” His head turned toward yours in surprise. “You should have told me, I could have helped you.” He went to say something, but you interrupted. “But it’s okay.”
He licked his lips, looking a little wary. “We’re okay?”
You smiled, a little sadly. “Yeah, Matty. We’re okay.”
You left soon after that, feeling a bit numb. Not sure what to think about everything you’d learned, you fell asleep rather quickly in your apartment.
The office the next day wasn’t tense, exactly, but the usually relaxed and friendly atmosphere was gone. Your day was terrible, to say the least. You had no idea how close you and Matt were until now.
You kept your distance from him all day. Sure, you talked. But the simple touches were gone, and you felt like a part of you was missing. You may not have liked this distance, but you’d do anything to make sure he wasn’t in any pain or discomfort-especially from you.
You came back from getting everyone lunch like you usually did, only to find that Foggy and Karen were gone. Biting your lip, you walked into Matt’s office.
“Hey, I brought lunch,” you said, leaving the bag in front of him. You went to leave but Matt jumped up out of his seat.
You turned around to see him walking towards you. You almost reached out and grabbed his arm to help him, but you stopped yourself before you could. It was like second nature to help him, but now you knew he didn’t need your help. You cursed mentally, folding your arms over your chest instead. “Yeah?”
“You’ve been… Off, today,” he said carefully, not wanting you to leave just yet. You didn’t answer right away, so he kept going. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you my secret. I didn’t want you to be in danger. I’m so sorry, Y/n.”
You blinked. “No, Matt, this isn’t about you being a vigilante, exactly…”
“But if it isn’t, what else could it be?” He sounded frustrated with himself, and you started to feel a little guilty. “I just want to know, Y/n,” he sounded so upset, and the guilt nearly crushed your heart. “What did I do?” He put his glasses on the desk, now looking directly at you with those damned puppy eyes.
You stared back at him. “No, Matt, it’s not that, honestly. I mean, yeah, I wish you’d told me. And I’m going to worry about you…” You trailed off, watching as he struggled to understand.
“Then what is it? You’re acting different. I don’t know… I miss you.”
Closing your eyes, you sighed in frustration. Your eyes started to sting. “Honestly, Matt? I’m just-I’m probably so annoying to you, and I don’t know why you didn’t say anything to me. I don’t know why you didn’t stop me from basically torturing you. You didn’t tell me-you didn’t need help, I mean, all those times…” You trailed off, looking down at the floor and wringing your hands.
A look of understanding and disbelief crossed Matt’s face. “That’s what it is? About my senses? You’re not annoying, Y/n. Not at all.” He reached out for your hands and held them tight. “You’re anything but annoying,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re funny, you’re kind, and you keep me grounded. There’s so much noise,” he gestured around his head, “and if you’re here… You help me to focus. You’re not annoying, I need you. If anything, you help keep me sane.”
Blinking, you wiped your eyes and let out a small laugh. “Really?” You needed to hear it again, you didn’t believe it.
Matt smiled softly. “Really.”
Smiling back, you reached up and grabbed his face in your hands, pinching his cheek and making him laugh loudly. It was a beautiful sound that you didn’t know you had missed. “Are we okay?”
He kissed your cheek softly in return, making you blush. “We’re more than okay. Promise.”
You stared at him in awe. “You know, Matt, your senses may be good, but you missed.”
He looked confused for half a second, before you brought his head down to yours, sealing his promise with a kiss.
y'all fuck me up with this one I’m gonna die i know it ~Admin Hedgehog
“Y/N, wake up.” You were not aware of your surroundings at the current moment, all you knew was that you were warm, cozy, and happy to be asleep.
And then your boyfriend, Yugyeom, had to go and change that.
“Yah, Jagi!!! Wake up!!” He whined. You groaned and threw your elbow across your face, not wanting to face the day.
“No. No. Please no. Yugyeommmmm stop!” You complained as he gently pushed you a few times, still trying to wake you up completely.
“Pleeeeeease jagi, I want morning kisses before I have to go~” He squished his whole face against your stomach, blowing raspberries into it and grinning as you squealed and tried to shove his head away.
“Nooo!! Let me be warm and happy in my covers! I want to be a cozy blanket burrito-” Yugyeom interrupted you by scooping his arms under your knees and upper back, and hoisting you up in the air, spinning you around and around. “Put me down you giant!! This is too far away from my bed!” You screamed as he threw you onto the bed, and hovered over you, smiling and laughing.
“I think you mean this is our bed, I helped pay for it after all!” He teased, poking your sides.
“Yeah, only because you helped to break it!!” You poked his nose. “I’m never letting you and BamBam over here unsupervised ever again!” You sat up on you elbows, making Yugyeom slide off your stomach and lay down next to you, tucking his arm behind his head so he could look at you. “You’d think that you guys are old enough to not jump on beds like four-year-olds, but I guess I’m mistaken!” Yugyeom made a face and tried to bite your hand you had outstretched to pinch at his cheeks.
“Its not my fault! That was BamBam’s idea one-hundred percent, I had nothing to do with it.” He defended.
“Oh nice!” you pushed him onto his back and sat on his stomach. “Just throw your best friend under the bus like that, huh?! What kind of a friend are you! I’m gonna call him and tell him you said that!” You lunged for your phone.
“No!!” Yugyeom grabbed your waist and tackled you back onto the bed. “He’ll be forever salty about it! I live with him! We’re in the same room I’ll never be able to sleep again!” He shouted.
“You should have thought of that before you exposed him like that!” You shouted back, laughing breathlessly. He giggled and leaned in to kiss you, the two of you sharing a sweet, smile filled kiss.
“I dreamed about you last night.” He said abruptly. You raised an eyebrow.
“Oh? Nothing too scandalous I hope?”
“Oh you wish.” Yugyeom winked. “No, it was just…weird.”
“Weird in what way?” You sat up.
“Not like, a bad kind of weird, just different from the normal kind of dreams I have about you.” You laughed.
“Yeah, I know very well what kind of dreams you have about me!” You teased.
“But this was different. This was like, a future kind of dream.” He looked down at the bed, playing with his fingers.
“What kind of future dream?” You asked curiously.
“Well…” Yugyeom blushed, avoiding eye contact. “…I was at an awards show. With the hyungs, of course. But you were there too.” He took a breath. “I remember we were on stage, accepting an award for Artist of the Year and Album of the Year, and I looked out and-” He paused, overwhelmed. You put your hand on his, silently encouraging him to go on. “Well you were there, and you had this little girl in your arms that looked just like you, but had my eyes and a little mole under her eye, like me.”
“Oh. That kind of future dream.” You said quietly.
“Yeah. And I know we’re both pretty young and you might take this the wrong way but,” He sat up and looked into your eyes, the most serious expression on his face. “I know I don’t know a lot about life right now since I’m not capable of giving you that right now, but I know that I really really loved that image and I can’t get it out of my head. So…” He hesitated, leaning in to barely brush his lips against yours. “…Do you think we could have that some day?” You smiled and laced his fingers with yours, kissing his soft lips.