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i will tryna draw something but uni keeps eating my energy
Nikto would be the WORST enabler for procrastinating because he jumps at any opportunity to chill with you. He slips himself against you so subtly, so carefully, you don't notice till it's too late.
"I have so much laundry to do...". You'll ponder aloud, climbing into bed.
"we will do it together later, llubov. Do not worry". He'll assure you, also climbing under the covers with you. Tucking the blankets closer around you both as you struggle to not yawn.
"and that email... that I need to send". You'll pout, letting him cradle you against his chest, eyelids struggling to stay open.
"hmm... Yes". He'll mumble, nuzzling his nose into your hair, locking ankles with yours beneath the covers.
Meanwhile you're both snuggled under the duvet in your bedroom, the blinds drawn he did it on purpose, knowing it made you sleepy and you accidentally take a 4 hour nap.
Glare at him with those sleepy eyes, little one. He'll just pet your face with those rough thick fingers of his and usher you to settle down again. Another hour, please.
ah fuck it, thinkin abt: taking public transport with kruger and nikto (especially self indulgent bc i absolutely despise my commute)
going onto a train car hand in hand with nikto and it’s not so bad at first. it’s a little crowded but you’re not shoulder to shoulder with anybody (except nikto).. until the next station over where a whole flood of people get on and it turns into nikto essentially caging you into the train wall with his body.
the thing about nikto is that he and everything about him; from his height, to his built body, and even down to the aura he exudes. it all silently commands respect. so there’s a very, very clear distinction between nikto’s space and everyone else’s. and all other passengers aboard tries their damndest not to step into it, at all costs, even if the train is packed to capacity.
he glances down at you, mirth twinkling in his icey blue eyes. “are you ok, rodnaya?” his eyes never leaving yours, even with the intensity of the moving train and the slight sway of the floor.
a little nod from you has them crinkling in a way you’re intimately familiar with, which is when he’s happy. his heart flutters just a tiny bit, overjoyed at being able to protect you and keep you safe, even in mundane happenings like this.
his eyes then survey the train car again, making sure that no one’s too close to you. he leans his head down, murmuring into your ear, “look at them, khoroshenkaya, packed together like sardines in a tin.” he chuckles (unreasonably hot and dangerous considering the situation you’re in) and gently takes your chin in his hand.
“hm, and you.. my little prince/ss. my sweetheart. i’ll do whatever you ask, yes? anything and everything you want.” pressing a chaste kiss to your lips through his black surgeon’s mask.
by the time you and nikto snap out of your shared reverie you’ve missed your initial stop by three stations.
oops.
ah well, riding the train in the opposite direction now just gives him additional time to sweep you off your feet..even if you’re already dating.
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when the doors of the bus swing open, kruger always ushers you inside first. tapping his card twice on the reader (as if he’d ever allow you to pay for anything) and letting you to grasp his hand to lead him to your desired seat.
if space allows, he’d like for you to sit on one of those single seats, facing the aisle with him standing at your side as if he were your knight.
but if there were only those double seats available he’d assist you to sit in the window seat and him, the aisle seat. his arm wrapped around your shoulder and pulling you closer to his chest whenever the bus swerved a bit too hard.
and if there were no seats available?
kruger held onto the overhead grip, his leisurely stance very out of place with the wild way the bus turned this and that direction. his other arm was wrapped firmly against your waist, squeezing you tightly to his side.
“faring well haschen?” his hand rubs up and down your waist soothingly, eyes flitting to yours to see if you’re doing alright.
“yea—ah!” the bus swerves abruptly again, as if out to specifically ruin your day. kruger adapts easily, catching you before you could go flying (as if you weighed nothing), arm casually readjusting around your waist.
he sighs, exasperated from this god awful driving, coaxing you to cling onto him even more.
“hold tight, mausi.” he nuzzles his mouth into the crown of your head, a kiss through his mask. your arms wrap tightly around him, more akin to a python’s grip than an actual hug (he doesn’t mind, he never does). while bored, your eyes hone in on the way his arm tenses and flexes when he has to adjust his grip on the handle, downright ogling at him and his casual strength.
“enjoying the view, schatzi?” you can hear the smirk in his voice when his comment snaps you out of your daze.
“no.” your curt reply a little too fast, a bit petulantly as you bury your face into his chest, slightly flushed. he can only chuckle as he pats your waist comfortingly.
“ ‘s ok mein liebe. you can have more of this view at home.” he spends the remainder of the bus ride just admiring you and your cute little expressions when you catch him staring.
the rest of the ride goes well without a hitch (ie. you didn’t go flying through the bus’ front windows) even if you did get tossed around a bit.
and when the bus finally stops he wraps an arm around your shoulder, ushering you quickly out of the bus and nearly shoulder checking some poor sap on the way out.
kruger is one mean bastard and impatient to boot, and he’s not afraid to show it. ‘tsk-ing’ when someone’s walking too slowly for his liking or taking up too much room on walk ways
he WILL shoulder check someone for the above mentioned, he absolutely would. he’s more than willing to be rude to someone who’s annoying you (or heaven forbid, being MEAN to you, god help them) and in turn, him as well.
if someone’s standing too close or cuts you off when walking he’ll bark out an authoritative “watch it.” or “move.” it always sends people packing. and if it doesn’t? that nasty glare of his and murderous aura always does the trick.
has and will continue to run with you in his arms up and down the stairs. he got so fed up with the crowded stairs one time that he just scooped you up bridal style and ran up those stairs in 5 seconds flat, without even having to take a breath after.
“what mausi?” he questions, playing dumb and shrugging his shoulders. “you can’t just pick me up and run up the stairs seb!” you smack his chest, embarrassed. he laughs it off “well it worked didn’t it? and besides schatzi, what do i have these muscles for if not to help you, hm? i’m retired now, these are all for you.” and well. you can’t be mad at him after that can you?
god help any other passengers that happen to be nearby if both nikto AND kruger are accompanying you on public transport. everybody else would be maintaining a 6ft (minimum) distance from you three at all times, at all costs. (and, hey, no complaints from you, so. /shrug/)
not like, online, but irl, the lord keeps testing me
the lord keeps sending me red flags with writing hobby man, please stop
the lord keeps sending me red flags with writing hobby man, please stop
If I ate you it would taste like strawberry milk methinks
ehhh!?? how did you know?????? if one is what one eats, i am strawberry milk. i drink strawberry milk/strawberry blended yogurt (with homemade strawberry syrup) almost daily waghhh
dear god-o-bees, do you think nikto would like strawberry milk? or would he be the radical orthodox non-pasteurized milk drinker?
i found it and i have deactivated all the cards bruh
bruh, i lost my wallet with limited edition price image and old coins in it, could things get any worse
i have to do the laundry
Nikto can feel that something inside you is hurt. As a man torn by the devastation of violence, he can sense it. Seeks out the wound like a bloodhound, your precious self sinking in on itself like a retreating tide. Making yourself smaller and smaller, till your presence is no bigger than a little mouse.
It crushes him.
The thought of someone being anything other than gentle with you boils his blood. He gets angsty and tense, feels the need to gather you up into his arms as if to shield you from shrapnel. He's felt pain and humiliation, and to think someone as soft and sweet as you suffering anything resembling that kind of treatment? It frustrates him.
Nikto will be gentle with you. They will be gentle with you. Your precious heart, made of cherry jam and sugar- so sweet, he'll lick the remains off his scarred thick fingers. Scarred lips tracing over your closed eyelids, rough fingertips seeping into your sides.
He catches you gazing solemnly at yourself in the bathroom mirror- standing in your underwear, getting ready to hop into the shower. Your dear face fallen and solemn, your eyes empty and tearful. As if you were somewhere miles away- somewhere he couldn't reach. The thought upset him.
"our love". He grunts into your neck with a soft appraise. A soft kiss- bite- lick. Fingertips graze your waist, and he seizes you there- as if catching you from falling, catching you from recoiling away, catching you before you run. A soft muttered comehere is uttered against your temple as he coaxes you to step upon his booted feet, lifting you a little as you timidly coil into him like a shelter. You're so close now- his chin nudging attentively against your forehead.
Fingertips drag softly up your body, up and up, to cradle over your heart. You fluster, skin prickling with warmth, but sink into him like quicksand.
"you are precious. You know this, yes?".
You blink. Lashes filled with tears, and a soft indistinguishable noise bordering on a whimper leaves your throat. At that he holds you tight, swallowing you up in his arms as if to hold you together.
You're not even sure what your breaking point was. A bad day, the thoughts and memories piling up, quickly drowning you like quicksand. Sinking lower and lower till you feel swallowed in isolation. You loathed how words could stick to you like that- how they tore you apart, making you feel too delicate for this world. Too delicate to live.
Nikto cradles your hands like eggshells, thick arms and shoulders swallowing you up like a shelter. His body heat and scent smothering you like a weighted blanket.
He's not delicate, little one. Let him be what catches you when you fall, the one who soaks up your tears with the hem of his sleeves. Let him know you're not alone in this world. You have him. All of him.
i survived
damn this taxi driver is scary
I relied on romantic maladaptive daydreaming for survival as a child, and have been love sick ever since
he drives scarily, and he is listening to muslim radio wave while doing it
damn this taxi driver is scary
damn this taxi driver is scary
i have to....... lactose and dairy tolerance cannot be built in a single generation.... assuming i will reproduce........ or maybe i should do my part and consume dairy... (i had like 2 big cups of processed mozzarella in a hot pot yesterday, i am doing my part 🙏)
i will stop drinking milk, it has done numbers on my skin
mother nooooo sjjsjsjsjhsjsjsjshhshshs, i believe i can be rational sometimes 🙏🙏
i will stop drinking milk, it has done numbers on my skin
that is true, i have lost..... i have an excuse though, my ancestors are not milk consumers.........
i will stop drinking milk, it has done numbers on my skin
rational or irrational?
i will stop drinking milk, it has done numbers on my skin
i will stop drinking milk, it has done numbers on my skin
i love you sweet cured plum
crashing the fuck out. anyways, i think i am skipping this class today since it's like 40 minutes pass the starting time already
thank you my dear mother for the tag 🙏 very interesting thing to talk about hehe. please stay warm, mother.
a bodily fact about me is that my resting heart rate is about a hundred bpm. when i run it gets as high as 200 bpm. i like to imagine that this is what being a mouse or a hummingbird feels like.
no pressure tags: @enigmaue @god-o-bees @lizzy019 @madstronaut @koeni9in @frogcereal29
(screw it what's a fun fact about yourself also @ people I'll go first I'm allergic to myself
@escapetheslaughter
@ugly-astral-taurus
@bees-official
@gremlininthedark
@bloodmoon-da-idiot
@multifandomcutie13 )
again, indonesia is so based
i have been eating good as of late. too good.
little progress on the kn redraw but progress nonetheless
He's so fine and for what
real, i wish nikto were real man, i need to gnaw on him
(●’3)♡(ε`●) <us in another life where we're pixels on a screen but we're in love w each other btw 👉👈
i drew our pfp together. we may be far apart but we are united by the internet, thank you globalization
thank you for the tag dear @enigmaue ! very fun :333
Challenging you all!
Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!
Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!