Thank you to @goldenshoyo for the absolute brain rot. Draken. Ily. I also love you kaley, mwah
Collage Au, mentions of drinking,fem reader, fluff.
“Dra… m’sleepy.”
Was all it took for your boyfriend to lead you down the basement steps to his familiar bedroom. It didn’t matter that the boys were still partying, didn’t matter than they were complaining how “it was only 2am where the heck was he goin?”
Draken all but flipped them off, wrapping his sweater around your shoulders a little tighter because.
“Princess comes first.”
You’re swaying a bit on his bed, eyes heavy and head a bit dizzy from alcohol. Draken has his brows furrowed, sitting before you with a scowl on his face as one hand comes to rest on your shoulder, grounding you into the bed.
“Why do you wear these damn spiders on your eyes every time.” He grumbles, referring to your fake lashes of course because they’ve always freaked him out.
“They make me look hot.” You respond simply, giggling as he ever so cautiously pulls them from your lash line.
“You always look hot.” Is his simple yet predicted response.
As much as he wants to throw them away, afraid to repeat the incident of when they got stuck to his knuckles the first time, he simply places them on his dresser cause he’ll know you’ll wanna reuse them.
“Hey I have these wipes!” You speak with a little gasp, only making Draken roll his eyes as he pulls a makeup wipe from the familiar packaging. Of course you do, he did pick them up to keep here for you along with the rest of your typical skin care after his first night at your place.
He leans in a bit closer, gently swiping the wipe over your skin. He holds back a laugh when you begin giggling, trying his best to sound serious.
“Would you stop moving? I’m gunna poke your damn eye out.”
“That wouldn’t be good.”
He chuckled, he had to. “No, no it wouldn’t.”
After two wipes and a handful of giggles he was smoothing moisturizer over your face, relieved that the motions of his fingers was suddenly allowing you to ease up, doze off even.
“Don’t fall asleep yet baby, lets at least get you out of these clothes.”
“M’not sleepy.” You say with your eyes literally closed.
As he pulls your party clothes off to replace them with a pair of his boxers and an old tshirt, he notices the way your looking at him. Despite the glaze in your hues, there’s that little glint there that’s become so familiar to him.
So when he manages to wrestle your head through the head hole (it when through the arm hole first unfortunately) he asks, tone softer than moments before.
“What’s up sweetheart?”
“You’re… you’re so fuckin hot, ya know that dra?”
He just snorts, easing you down into mattress where you happily cling to his pillow.
“Yea yea, I know. Get some sleep goofy. Love you.”
