#( that's literally the quickest way to get him to chill )

[daybreakrising]

HEADCANONS - VAUTRIN & RELAXATION

it probably comes as a surprise to no one, but vautrin finds it quite difficult to fully relax, even when by himself. this originates from his early years, where any free time he might have had was taken up with dance practices, music practices, rehearsals, and performances themselves. then, after the decision to become a garde, that free time was then spent training and honing his skills.

simply put: vautrin has no idea what to do if he has nothing to do.

he's not someone who can just sit and do nothing. he has to keep his hands or his mind busy - whether that's reading a book or cleaning a weapon, or similar tasks. the only time he can truly sit and simply vibe is when he is submerged (partially or fully) in water.

being underwater in general is the only place he can fully relax - he can spend hours beneath the surface without fully realising the passing of time. this is, of course, entirely down to the fact that being underwater is his natural habitat as an oceanid, but it also quiets his mind and relieves the build-up of tension he accumulates on the surface.

when he does relax, it is noticeable. this applies both to him being underwater and on the surface: he visibly relaxes. his posture loosens, his expression softens. he's also more likely to be more open with his emotions and his thoughts, less guarded overall. it may take some time for him to be able to relax like this in company, but once he reaches that level of comfort with someone, they'll see a different side to him entirely.

bonus: when at home, vautrin favours lighter, looser clothing and is less strict about his appearance. he'll leave buttons undone, roll up his sleeves, untuck his shirts. he's not someone who will show a lot of skin freely, even at home, so you won't catch him relaxing shirtless (particularly now he has those oceanid fin-like 'birthmarks' on his arms), but you might get that deep 'V' of an open collar if you're lucky-

[st4rbwrry]

𝒟𝑅𝐼𝐹𝒯𝐼𝒩’ 𝒩 𝒦𝐼𝒮𝒮𝐼𝒩’.

✧｡˚ eren’s over just being your best friend.

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"i'm outside."

why is that text always terrifying to receive? it's the quickest way to make your heart fall to your ass in milliseconds. you can't help but roll your eyes and suck your teeth because he's too early, or maybe you were too late. it's only nine thirty so you're confused why he's here already. dropping the puffy makeup brush in your hand, you stand up from your brightly lit royal vanity with intricate carvings in the pearl-toned wood. slipping your painted white toes into a pair of hot pink teddy bear slides to make your way out of your bedroom and towards the front door for this asshole. 

eren gets smacked in the face with your prettiness the minute you open your door, smelling like marshmallows and looking like a fucking bratz doll. your beauty stuns him every time. the six-foot-three man before you rests his weight against the wall on the outside, one arm stretched above as he leans over you with a wicked smile on his deadly gorgeous face. he's wearing a white graphic tee with pink graffiti spray painted on reading killer alongside a lavender nissan 350z. it's old merch connie was testing for his line. he also makes eren's shirts for his auto shop. 

eren's also attired in black slim jeans and beat up 550 new balances, his signature racing shoes. his silver chain on his neck dangling as he kisses your forehead, the move so slick. you've noticed he liked to touch you a lot, give little indications of affection. kissing your hand, your cheek, your face overall. he grabbed your ass a lot, and it's so excessive you have to give him a hard swat and a death glare to actually make him stop. 

"hello, eren," the way you say it has annoyance laced in it. turning away from him and walking away with that salacious sway your hips have. eren tongues his inner cheek, chuckling as he enters your home and shuts the door. he forgets how quick you walk, literally speed walking to your room since by the time he gets there you're already back on your powdered white tufted ottoman doing your makeup. riiverdance by beyoncé plays softly from the small speaker you kept on your windowsill so the music travels better. 

"damn, i can't get no kiss? you fussy with me already." eren remarks, looking below him to see the fluffy black cat brushing up against his leg, scooping her up with one hand and petting her as he takes a seat on your bed. 

"no. . aht aht! outside clothes, off the bed!" you're snapping your fingers at him as if he's your cat, eren swiftly raising his ass off your bed, blinking slow. 

"where am i supposed to sit, woman?" 

"the floor like always."

"tryna get cat hair on my shit," eren sucks his teeth, sinking down to the ground and groaning when your cat scrambles to get out of his hold, never liked being touched for long periods of time. 

"you literally decided to pick her up knowing you're wearing white. that's your fault." 

you were right but he couldn't resist holding her. that's his daughter. he's not giving you the satisfaction of being right though. manspreading, eren cocks his head to the side to watch you closely. you can see his entire reflection in your mirror, quickly glancing his way and ignoring the way he slowly licks his lips and knocks his legs in and out, unbeknownst to you, to chill his dick. 

"so fuckin' gorgeous," eren smiles, those bright white teeth making you wanna fold immediately. eren loved watching you do your makeup. eyes softening for you. he found it so mesmerizing. you surely didn't need it but it made you happy so it makes him happy. "you wearin' that white on your waterline like i like. that jus' f'me?"

you pucker your lips. "mhm, nah. i just like it. i do nothing for your gratification."

"ouch," eren holds his tatted hand to his chest, shock overcoming his features. "keep hurtin' my feelings like that 'n your ass won't have a ride tonight. or no food."

that last line alarms you more than anything. one thing you didn't play about, and he knows this especially. . . is your hunger. you honestly haven't eaten much all day. working a shift at the hospital and only having a salad on your break wasn't filling at all. you all talked in your group chat about how saturday's the perfect day to go drifting tonight and grab some chinese at your favorite restaurant in town. your check hadn't hit yet but eren being him since he likes you so damn much offered to pay for you. you declined, as usual, but he didn't give a fuck about what you said, you were coming either way. to be honest, he missed your little sweet ass. a lot. you've been working mostly overnight shifts, being a SPT wasn't for the weak. and he's been busy at the shop fixing and selling cars. your days apart, aside from texting and facetiming made him want to be in your presence. he felt complete with you. you had to know that.

"if you gonna play with me about my food then ima just head to bed right now and starve," you basically threaten him. eren hated when you don't eat enough, makes dumb jokes about how you'll 'lose those thick ass hips of yours.' the boy will make it his mission to grab you something quick. he's your food and weed dealer. also your personal chauffeur, absolutely loving when you're his passenger princess.

"don't be fuckin’ dramatic, brat. i'm playin'. you know i got you," he stands back to his feet to come by you, pressing his midsection to your backside, where you can also feel the outline of his dick, trying your best to ignore the way it makes your face heat up. teasingly, he starts sliding his warm hands over your shoulders and down to your waist. cautiously, you eye him, having a hot wave of panic hit you when he begins tickling your left side. your most sensitive side, mind you. you screech and twist your body into a curling position trying to escape his attack. 

"eren! get the fuck off me, bro!" he's laughing hard at your attempt to twist and yank away from his grasp, screeching and biting his arm which he flinches from and moves away. 

“oww, fuckin’ gremlin,” he hisses dramatically, as if you’d stabbed him. “next time smile when you see me at that fuckin' door. gimme a 'hey, daddy' with it, too. it'll make my dick jump."

"your dick jumps for me enough."

eren’s eyes meets yours in the reflection of your vanity mirror. he shrugs nonchalantly, a devilish grin spreading across his face.

“well,” he begins, dragging the word out as he takes a step closer to you again. “you wanna see it?” 

you roll your eyes, his voice dropping lower, becoming more intense as he continues. “know you wanna see it again.” 

“says who?” you raise your brow, testing him. 

by again, he means accidentally when he was showering at your place and forgot to grab his boxers before he went inside your bathroom, thinking you were sleep when you were in fact up reading on your phone. wanting to laugh at the memory of him turning red in the face and trying his best to shield his dick with his hands. making a snide comment about how badly you wanted to stare at it. 

“you heard me,” he states simply, his gaze never leaving yours in the mirror. he's leaning directly over you, forehead nearly touching yours. his presence is overwhelming, filling the small room with his raw masculinity. this is a regular thing by the way. his constant teasing. waiting for you to let up. 

“okay, daddy,” you grin mischievously.

“mhm,” he kisses his teeth, and at the same moment his phone vibrates in his pocket. eren fishes for it, checking a text from connie. 

"connie’s outside, you done?” 

“you rushing me now? i don’t like this rennie tonight,” you tsk, shaking your finger like a disappointment mother. standing to your feet, you brush out the curls in your head by running your fingertips through them. 

you do look so pretty tonight. wearing an oversized pink greenbay packers jersey with a flowy white mini skirt, eren watching as you enter your walk in closet to fish for some white socks to scrunch at your ankle, and the same pair of sneakers he currently wore. my little twin. 

“sorry, i’ll be on my best behavior.” 

you smile, standing on your tiptoes and pinching his cheek, eren liking the view a bit too much, trying to fight the urge to grab your hips and pull you close. “such a good boy. now, let’s go!” 

“wait, i want a kiss, wife,” eren smiled, trying to lean in before you pull away and shove your hand in his face. 

“leave me alone, pervert!” 

connie’s goal tonight was to show off the enhancements he added to his neon green scion frs, the car humming outside of your house when you go to say hello to him. he mentions that he’s going to swing by to pick up his girlfriend before he meets the two of you there. she didn’t live too far so he was able to make it before you two did, eren always having to make a mental note not to drive like a dickhead when you’re in the car. knowing your nerves are bad. they’ve gotten slightly better though since you’re with him all the time. 

you loved drift meet up’s because it was a free car show to see all the cool ass cars, most of the models popular in japan. men and women in groups drinking and bumping music as they interact. it’s illegal as hell where you live but sometimes everyone’s able to get away with it if they don’t act too much like jackasses. this spot was mostly secluded from open roads or police. 

eren walks alongside you, his arm loosely draped around your shoulders as you both make your way  to the forefront where cars currently span in action. his car wasn’t parked too far, planning on performing a show himself in a little. the adrenaline pumping through the crowd as drivers send their vehicles skidding around corners and spinning donuts in the dirt your favorite, and his. connie arrives not too long after, eren going up to talk to him before you’re locked in, excited for him. 

“i need to teach you how to drift one of these days. i gotta see your pretty ass behind a nissan 240sx or sum,” he says, pulling you closer into his side so you can hear him over the noise. 

“that’s specific,” you laugh, looking up at him while chewing your gum, rocking with him. 

eren grins down at you, his hand tightening slightly around your shoulder as he pulls you closer to him. “what can i say? i have a type.” 

“you sure do,” your voice trails off, focused on connie’s loud car screeching and swinging before the crowd around you. cheers vibrating your ears like a concert. the feeling like a movie. you don’t notice that eren keeps his eyes on you the whole time, admiring you as you jump, clap, and scream from excitement. pulling your phone out to record your friend. 

removing yourself from his arm, you notice the cars currently in the circle beginning to depart and make way for others. “con’s!”

eren shakes his head as he watches you bolt towards connie’s car, jumping up and down like a kid, bending low to give him a high five. “that was fucking awesome!” 

“yeah, fuck with me!” he continues to slap his palm with yours. you look over to his girlfriend in the passenger seat, reaching over to twinkle fingers. 

“hey girly!” luna smiles, tucking her long dark hair behind her ear since it blew everywhere from the wind. 

“hiii!” you giggle. 

“shit was good, i taught you well,” eren approaches, their heavy hands interacting, shaking before snapping their fingers. 

“yea, whatever. you always want full credit, asshole,” connie sucks his teeth. 

“oh my god, we should totally drift each other!” luna suggests. connie whips his head in her direction. 

“wha—who said you driving my car?” connie blinks, flabbergasted. 

luna goes to hit his arm playfully. “cabrona, i meant she can get in the car with eren and yall do yall lil’ thingy thing.” 

“oooo, yayyy!” you approve instantly, clapping your hands together and turning to eren with puppy eyes. “oh, please?! i wanna shotgun!” 

“be my guest, sweetheart. but don’t try to hang your head out the window again like a damn dog, or else,” his voice drops low, a warning lacing his words as he gives you a knowing look.

“mhm, i make no promises,” you wink, racing towards his car. 

connie laughs at eren’s strained face, his friend knowing deep down he loved it. connie knew a lot you didn’t know. like the fact that eren’s madly in love with you, and has been ever since freshman year of high school. it’s not secret to anyone, really.  as eren approaches his parked car you bounced impatiently beside, he opens the passenger door for you, gesturing for you to climb in before walking over to the driver's seat. the interior of his black r34 gtr is pristine, everything from the leather seats to the carbon fiber accents shining under the sunlight. you loved when he picked you up just to take you for a ride. he works on cars practically all day given he owns an auto shop, detailing and adding enhancements being his daily thing.

he’s getting his hands dirty and his mind fried from mechanical work. he customized this car to make it his own, his name written in japanese on the right corner of front window, a front spoiler splitter, apexi gt specthe which makes his exhaust sound like fucking gunshots, which terrifies you. on top of detailing the body of the car with giant dragons painted silver on either side of the vehicle. standing out to the crowd uniquely. 

eren makes his way inside of the vehicle, big hands gripping the steering wheel as he adjusts his legs in his seat, your eyes locking there momentarily before he inserts his key into the ignition, firing up the extremely loud engine. an anxious smile shows on your face once you see everyone yelling over the power of his car, having been in it a million times, you still hated the sound, triggering your sensory overload. but, you loved the thrill. swallowing, you turn to him, balling up his shirt on his hip to grab his attention. 

“promise me you’ll be safe,” you look up at him, worried.

a soft smile tugs at his lips as he sees the concern in your eyes. he reaches out, brushing a stray curl of hair from your face with his thumb. “don't worry, princess. i'll take care of both you and my baby here.” 

“i’m trusting you,” you whisper, biting your lip. “don’t hit anybody, i don’t need you going to jail. and please don’t hit connie, because he will kill you if you fuck up his car.” 

eren smirks, his hand dropping from your face to gently cradle the back of your neck. his grip is firm yet tender. “now why’d i risk traumatizing my girl like that?” 

you suck your teeth and pull away from him, crossing your arms. he only sets his hand on your thigh now, and you let him. “aren’t you going to start driving?” 

eren laughs heartily, his hand tightening around your thigh as he does. he revs the engine, feeling the power beneath them rumble in anticipation. his eyes flash dangerously in the dim light of the cars. “promise me something, too?” 

“what?”

“we’ll finish playing mommy and daddy when we get home?” he grins. 

“oh please, you know you can’t handle me,” you tease. such a bad habit you two have. joking too damn much. but by this point, from his end especially, you’re aware none of it is a joke. 

eren raised a brow, feeling threatened. “oh, i can’t?” 

“nope. and you’re too scared to admit it,” you taunt, fluttering a kiss in his direction. 

“mhm,” eren kisses his teeth, he gives a curt nod, as if making a mental note. “ima hold you to that.” 

“drive the damn car, eren.” 

ignoring the warmth in your chest from his flirting, he finally shifts the car into gear. with a roar of the engine, he accelerates onto the street, leaving behind a cloud of smoke. malice at the palace by BONES is bumping through the stereo system as eren expertly maneuvers his car around the road, each turn and drift executed with precision. the sound of the engine reverberating through the car sends a rush of adrenaline through him. you hated to admit how fucking good he looked right now, your hand gripping onto his bicep as you giggle each time he executes a perfect drift, tires screeching, watching connie’s car across from his spin around each other. part of him hopes to impress you. and clearly he has by the huge smile on your face. you’re like a kid in a candy shop, eyes lit up. 

“i’m doing it!” you yell, eren watching as you climb up on your seat, skirt rising from the wind blowing, your ass hanging out making his eyes go wide. 

“꒰♡꒱, sit your ass down.”

“woo!” it’s too late, now you’re banging the palm of your hand on the outside of the door, staring at others who hollered back at you, your curls flying in the wind. the people screaming and cheering louder the more you raised your upper body outside of the window, being sure to secure yourself. eren’s hand instinctively clutch onto your ankle. 

“goddamit,” he groans, but couldn’t help the feeling in his heart from your pure laughter. you’re enjoying yourself, that makes him happy. but your safety is important. given that, he slows down just enough so that it feels safe for you not to jolt and fall out of the car. despite your reckless act, he couldn’t help but marvel at how fearless you truly are.

connie’s car slides vertically next to eren’s, taking your chance to reach out and graze your fingers with luna’s as she leans her body outside of the window like you do, the two of you screaming like fans of your favorite superstar. the adrenaline pumping through your veins is exhilarating. 

eren’s hitting on the brakes, causing the tires to yell and the car to skid sideways. with a swift move of his foot on the gas pedal, eren launches his car into a perfect 360-degree spin. the car gracefully arcs around its axis before smoothly coming back onto its original trajectory, all done. the world outside blurs into a whirlwind of colors and shapes as you scream into the wind, lowering your body to take your seat in your original position. 

“that was sooo fun!” the sound you make is the cutest, giggling and bouncing your legs, full of energy now. he adores the glint in your eyes, but he also couldn’t hide the upset on his face. 

“i’m sure. next time, listen to me when i say don’t hang your body halfway out the fucking car. you’ve never done that before, what if you flew out?” the sudden change in his tone takes you aback. 

“i can take care of myself,” you retort, your defiant words making him clench his jaw. 

“not saying you can’t. i’m telling you don’t be so fuckin’ reckless,” his hand moves from the steering wheel to smooth down his face, keeping himself calm, despite the current situation being anything but serene. he doesn’t mean to ruin your mood. surely didn’t want to cause an argument. he just needed you to understand where he was coming from. “don’t die trying to show off.” 

“don’t die trying to protect me.” 

“꒰♡꒱ . . cut that big girl shit, seriously.” 

“aren’t we meeting our friends to get food? let’s go.” 

connie did mention they’d be grabbing food right after, eren clenching his jaw and pulling his attention away from you. he tries not to keep you at these events for too long, sometimes things get rowdy and guns are drawn and he wouldn’t allow either of you to be around that. shifting his car back into drive, he pulls away from the scene to trail behind connie. you hated the current silence of the car, picking up your phone to distract yourself from any conversation. as you pull up next to your group, onyankopon popping up a minute after, eren kills the engine and opens his door with ease. he rounds the car, opening the door for you. you give a quiet ‘thanks’ before speed walking away to luna. eren sighs deeply, sucking his teeth and locking his car, pulling a puff bar from his pocket and leaning against his vehicle to calm himself for a minute. 

“you okay? you look sad?” luna frowns as she holds your hand, ready to cross the street to enter the chinese restaurant. 

you make an awkward expression, not really wanting to make it a big deal. “nothing, i’m just hungry! also kind of have a headache from the whiplash.” 

glancing beside you, you see eren approaching onyankopon, shoving his keys into his pocket while simultaneously colliding their hands for a handshake, hearing the small ‘yo, wassup’ from the pair before you turn your head away, luna pulling you along with her. the five of you find a booth inside of the almost empty restaurant given its close to closing, being one o’clock in the morning and all. you take the time to catch up with luna since she’s been busy with esthetician classes and try your best to avoid eren . . even if he’s sitting directly next to you. this act can only go for so long before the two of you catch glances repeatedly, still making little interactions with the group together if you had to. you didn’t want everyone knowing that you two had a small fight. was it really a fight? you were fine, at least that’s what you liked to tell yourself. 

time passes and onyankopon is the first to leave, mentioning he has to get up early for work and saying his goodbyes. that leaves luna and connie to cuddle up next to one another in the booth, your eyes studying the way his arm is draped around her shoulder while he listens intently on everything she says, bopping her nose with his finger as she giggles cutely. you smile faintly, looking down at the food you’re playing with at this point with your chopsticks. 

eren glances at you as he finishes his plate, a finger pressed to his temple as he leans his elbow on the table. you feel his glare, turning his way to see what he wanted. his eyes holding a certain intensity that only you seem to understand. “come take a ride with me.” 

you continue to fiddle with your chopsticks, swallowing air. “where are we going?” 

“i need to talk to you about something.” 

you’ve dreaded this. unsure of what was going to come from him when you two were alone. you’re not sure if he’s still mad about earlier, his reaction when luna brought up your car moment laced with irritation, like he wanted nothing to do with it. honestly, there was nothing more to talk about. he knows you don’t like confrontation, so you hoped he wouldn’t make an entire conversation about why he feels the way he does. a simple apology should’ve sufficed. the anxiety is pumping through you now, wanting to groan from his seriousness. one thing you’ve learned about eren was that he was big on communication. if something bothered him or he felt like certain things needed to be talked about, he’d take that chance to fix it. when he’s serious about something, it gave you goosebumps. 

his gaze lingers on yours, the flickering candlelight on the table casting an enchanting glow on his features. you swallow, nodding. “okay.” 

“we’re gonna go,” you grab the couples attention across the booth, connie and luna sitting up the moment you and eren stand. 

“awe, okay boo! it was nice seeing y’all,” luna waves to both of you. eren’s patting his pocket for his keys, pulling out his wallet to set cash on the table for the both of you. 

eren smiles. “you too, love. i’ll see you tomorrow, con.” 

“bet, see you. y’all be safe.” 

the car shifts into gear and pulls out onto the quiet street, the sound of heavy wind encasing the vehicle the only thing you could hear, blurring out the world. eren drove possibly fifteen minutes to a spot only the two of you go to. it’s secluded, parked under a giant tree in a grass field high on a hill that overlooked the city night. it’s surely a romantic destination. the two of you go here whenever you need to rant about life or just escape. it’s been your spot since high school. the slow melody of rnb fills the interior, creating an intimate atmosphere. the two of you sit for a moment, eren fishing for his puff bar to take a few passes before you finally say something. 

“can i?” you ask, voice an almost hushed whisper. gesturing towards the object. 

“yeah,” he’s handing it your way, clearing his throat before leaning back into his seat, smoothing both hands down his thighs before adjusting comfortably, closing his eyes momentarily. 

eren takes a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair. “lemme start by saying i’m not mad at you.” 

you blink, shifting your body so all of your attention is on him so he feels important. you tend to stare off into nothingness during these moments. 

“yes, are you stubborn as fuck and it pisses me off at times? absolutely. you know when it comes to you, shit like that makes me anxious. i have that urge to protect you, and it’s always been like that. so don’t think i’m being immature by wanting to care for your safety. i know you’re grown, and you carry yourself well. but sometimes i need for you to just listen when i get gut feelings about shit.” 

“i know, and i apologize,” you reply almost instantly, the thought being on your mind the entire dinner, but unable to let the words pass. “i do appreciate how you care for me. i was just having fun and didn’t want my mood to be ruined. it was dangerous, anything could’ve happened.” 

despite his uncertainty, there's no denying the sincerity in his gaze; a raw vulnerability that contrasts sharply against his usual confident demeanor. struggling to say what’s really on his mind at the moment. “you still have that bad habit of never wanting to be corrected.” 

“yeah,” you lower your head to your thighs, fiddling with the fabric of your skirt. “still working on it. i tend to be too aggressive when i want to be right.” 

“i’m glad you understand. but, that’s not what i wanted to talk to you about.” 

you look up. “what is it? did something happen?” 

eren takes another deep breath, steeling himself for what he's about to reveal. his gaze never leaving yours as he prepares to lay his heart bare. “look . . i’m g’na be straightforward with you. i don’t need you to take this as something that has to be figured out immediately. i’ll give you the time and space you need to think on it if you’re feeling the opposite. but. .”

his cheeks flush slightly under your scrutinizing stare. it’s clear that whatever he's about to say is far from easy for him. he’s scaring you. “me and you, we been close since kids. i have love for you for life, but i need you to know that it’s been hard just being your friend. my emotions are consuming me, and being around you all the time is only making it more difficult. i see myself being with you, being in love with you. . for a long time now.” 

the confession hangs heavy in the air between you both; raw and vulnerable, yet undeniably true. his heart pounds loudly in his chest as he waits for your reaction, bracing himself for either acceptance or rejection. either way, he’d stand by what he felt. and if you didn’t feel the same, it would hurt, but he would respect your boundaries. you’re unsure why you’re not . . surprised? he’s always been extremely affectionate with you, much more than a best friend should be. wasn’t necessarily fond of seeing you with other men or hearing about who you slept with. you told each other everything. had sleepovers. shared beds, and at times when you fell asleep before him, he’d brush a finger along your cheek and admired your beauty. 

"my dream is to get you that big ass loft you want with the tall glass windows that overlook the city. decorate it how you want, be my pretty fuckin housewife that gets to stay home and do whatever you want. shit, start your own business. i'll pay for it all. i'll take care of you. i want you to myself, always. never wanna leave you. wanna get your name tatted on me. kiss you all day. cuddle, watch your favorite movies and shitty supernatural tv shows. run you bubble baths 'n fuck you real good every time i come home. buy you that wolf gray kia k5 with pink interior you've been wantin'. send you on vacations. buy you all the sanrio plushies in the fuckin' world. want you to be mine, ꒰♡꒱."

" eren. . . "

"i'll even learn how to cook for you, princess. 'n you know i'm bad as fuck at that shit," eren chuckles, raking his fingers through your hair. you laugh with him, tears in your eyes. "but i'll learn for you so i can always make you some authentic udon ramen or birria tacos, all that good shit you love. cause you're my girl 'n you deserve it all."

eren's hands move to rest on your hips, pulling you closer to him. his fingers trace small circles on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. his touch is gentle yet possessive. a tangible manifestation of the love he's been harboring for you. each stroke of his fingertips against your body feels like an exploration, a journey into the depths of your being that only he has access to.

“talk to me,” he bites his lip, lips nearly brushing your own, unable to help the pure attraction towards you. it’s stronger than ever right now. 

“i feel the same way,” you lean in, moaning from his touch, his hands on you all the time, though somehow now they make you weaker. “i just didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

eren’s breath hitches, a combination of shock and relief consuming him. “why the fuck would you think that?” 

your shoulders shrug shyly. “i don’t know,” your voice drags quietly. “sometimes shit like that doesn’t work for everybody. and we have a great friendship. i didn’t want us being together to fuck up the vibe.” 

“we not everyone,” he states, brushing a curl from your pretty face. “and we act like we date anyways. wouldn’t be no different.”

you recepriocate the act, brushing a few brown strands of hair that fell in front of his face, locking eyes before your lips press against his in feverish kiss. his tongue parts your lips, exploring the warm cavern of your mouth with a passionate intensity. his hands roam freely over your body now, one tracing delicate patterns on your lower back while the other slips beneath your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin underneath. every touch is filled with desire and longing, a testament to the depth of his feelings for you. the heat in your face blows higher, as if the ache to kiss him was a distant dream. to finally taste him was something you hadn’t known you needed. both of your hearts are pounding in your chests, every beat echoing the intensity of your feelings for each other. 

“you have no idea,” he whispers huskily, pecking your lips. you moan, body melting into his touch. you could slip through his fingers like puddy, this center console blocking you. “how much i want you.” 

“show me then.” 

eren’s eyes darken with desire. his hands slide down to grip your ass, climbing over the console to reach for the recliner on your seat, your flushed face heating up from the close proximity, his hair brush along the apples of your cheek, his smell intoxicating. you giggle when he goes to remove the headrest of the chair, banging his hand into the seat so it’s completely flat and you’re resting on your back. eren hovers completely over you, bringing his body to the passenger side, squeaking when you feel his hardness brush against your clit, a clear indication of just how much he wants you. taking your lip between his teeth, he gives it a playful nip before trailing hot kisses down your neck, going to capture your lips in another hot kiss, rolling his hips into yours making you gasp. you trail your hands underneath his black shirt, hands sliding up his broad backside.

“i need you,” you whimper, knees disconnecting to spread yourself for him, scooting higher up the seat. your desperation makes his control slip further. 

“fuck,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire, tracing along the curve of your waist before dipping lower to tease at the hemline of your skirt. “you’re making it hard for me to keep my shit together.” 

“lick me up,” you whimper, pushing your hips down so your core presses against the bulge in his jeans, eren keeping down the moan in his throat, studying you. your thumbs slip into the band of your skirt, trying to indicate that you wanted them off. “please, m’dripping.”

“fuck,” he whispers again, this newfound sense of lust you had enrapturing him. “anything for you, baby.” 

his hands slip beneath your skirt to explore the softness of your thighs, smoothing over your ass as you raise your hips so it’s easier for him to pull off your skirt, his mouth watering at the bare sight of you wearing no panties. you’d slipped off your sneakers, the balls of your feet digging into his shoulder blades as he pushes you further up the chair for both of your comfortability, craning his neck between the plush of your heated thighs. he breathes in your scent, moaning into a kiss he places on your inner thigh. 

“c’mon—ah!” your breath is taken from you for your impatience, eren’s mouth circling around your clit for a quick feel before he’s lowering his tongue to taste all of you. locking his eyes with yours as you thread your fingers through his hair to push away, deciding to remove the hair tie from around your wrist to tie his hair onto the back of his head. 

the taste of you on his lips drives him wild, craving this for years on end. eren groans from the sweet taste you leave on his fat tongue, his breath fanning over your sensitive flesh sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your body. eren growls in approval at your submission, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulls you closer to his mouth, swallowing down your clit, sucking on your pussy to hear you make those pretty noises he’s only heard once in his life. accidentally, of course. maybe catching you fucking yourself coming up the stairs without your knowledge, wanting to surprise you with food while the two of you studied for finals. he’s always kept that to himself, knowing you’d be extremely embarrassed by it. of course, he didn’t know it’s because you couldn’t stop thinking about what he wore in p.e; a black deftones muscle tank he cut as a crop top with gray sweatpants, his hair pulled into a manbun with his skin glistening in sweat from the insane weather out. dark ink around his skin making your mind run rapid. 

he releases his mouth momentarily, popping off your clit lewdly to murmur, “you are fuckin’ drippin’.” 

your back arches into his embrace, craning your neck as you rock against his face, eren grinning wickedly at your muffled sound, his tongue delving deeper into your folds. he laps at your entrance, thriving for every drop. his hands move to spread your legs wider apart, giving him better access to feast on your needy cunt. you hum in ecstasy, the sensation from the metal ball of his tongue piercing flicking your clit, using it to tease and torment you. his dark eyes watching you like prey, squirming and gasping from every suck. 

“fuck, baby,” he moans. “you’re so sensitive.” 

his hands move to cradle your ass cheeks as he pushes your ass up to fuck his face better, pussy glistening under the moonlight. his tongue continues it’s relentless assault, curling and connecting his tongue with your aching cunt feverishly while suctioning his lips around your swollen clit. your hands stretch to grip onto the door handle, moaning when his hand goes to smack the back of your thigh. eren growls at your helpless moans, his tongue delving deeper into your slick folds, slithering inside of you to prep you. his hands pinning your legs wide allows him unrestricted access to your throbbing cunt.

“wet n’ pretty ass pussy, baby. so, so pretty. jus’ like you, right?” he groans against you, increasing the pressure on his tongue, thrusting it in and out of you rhythmically. his free hand moves to play with your clit, rolling the sensitive nub under his thumb as he devours your pussy. 

without waiting for a response, he resumes his ministrations, his tongue plunging back into your dripping cunny while one hand continues to toy with your clit. his actions intensify as he listens to your desperate whimpers. his tongue laps at your slit greedily, drinking down every drop of your sweetness, thumb working overtime on your clit, rubbing up and down mercilessly.

“stick your fingers in me,” you whine, the brokenness in your tone only making his dick harder. he’d rather shove his dick in you, but he wouldn’t deny what you pleaded for. 

eren chuckles darkly at your plea, and within a second, his ring and index fingers are slipping inside of you, eren curling them upwards, searching for that sweet spot deep within your pussy.

“like this?” he sputters against your clit, your juices encapsulating him. your inner thighs tremble from the switch up, biting your lip and nodding. “fuck you up real good? ‘till you cream on me?” 

“y-yesss, f-fuck,” your sobs overtake you, his tongue continuing it’s relentless assault on your sensitive bud, licking and sucking it into oblivion. eren hums in agreement, his fingers pumping in and out of your soaked cunt. he watches his fingers pump harder into your quivering cunt with furrowed brows, mumbling expletives to himself in fascination, your cunny squelching and sinking them in each time they threatened to pull out. 

“ima sink my dick in your shit, fuck. i’m too fucking hard for you,” he groans against your clit, pace quickening, the combination of his fingers fucking into you while his tongue circles around your clit pushing you closer to the edge.

“keep fucking me, baby. fuckin’ love your tongue.” 

eren loves your cries so much it’s hurting his dick bad, his fingers pumping harder into your twitching cunt, begging for you to cum. you’re drenching his fingers. he removes them when he notices your hand is cupping underneath his jaw, pulling his face in deeper and swaying your hips, the balled up expression on your face reading all he needed to know. you stretch your legs high, clamping your thighs shut and wrapping your arms underneath the curve of your knees to angle them towards your chest. eren licks his lips before sinking his tongue deep into you, thrusting his tongue like he’d use his dick.  

making a noise of approval, you grip onto his hair while maintaining your position, yanking his head back and forth, screaming as his face clashes with your pussy, tongue fucking you open until you finally cum. your tummy caves in, lifting your head to press into your knees as you catch your breath, streaming out praises of ‘yes, yes yes, baby,’ as he continues to fuck you on his tongue, uncaring of you drenching his nose and chin. 

while you take time to recuperate, eren’s leaning his head up to clean his face with the back of his hand, licking off the remainder as he reaches down to unbutton his jeans, slipping them down to his thighs and giving his dick a few slow strokes, the sight of it, thick and long, glistening with precum is enough to make anyone drool. eren holds onto it teasingly, keeping it just out of reach as he watches your reaction. “knew you wanted to see it again.” 

you cover your face. “shut up.”

with a lustful gleam in his eyes, he lines the throbbing tip against your wet slit, sliding it up and down to gather your arousal before he’s grabbing the back of your neck to look into your eyes, heavy body hovering over yours, trying his best not to lean all of his weight onto you. granted, that’s exactly what you wanted, to be suffocated under him. feel weak, submissive. 

“tell me you’re okay.” 

you nod, eyes slowly closing, unable to keep focus. “yes, m’okay. it’s okay.” 

the feeling of being sheathed within your tight pussy makes him shudder, removing his hand from your neck to balance his body by gripping onto either side of the leather seat after locking your legs flat. you reach for the recliner to level the seat up a little more, eren kissing your forehead. you drag your body lower so it’s easier for him to move, shivering from the full feeling he gives you, and that’s only half of him. 

“fuck,” he gasps, grinding into you slowly so you’ll adjust. you swivel your hips, teeth biting into your lip as you stare at the sharp cut of his jawline, emerald eyes clamped shut. “that’s it.” 

with each heavy thrust, eren can’t help the animalistic groans emitting from him, the deep baritone of his voice making your clit pulsate harder as he fucks himself deeper into you. your skin clapping as he pounds into you hard, hitting your spot and making you cry for him. he wheezes within the crevice of your neck, both of your moans colliding within the small enclosure, vibrating over the music flowing from his speakers. he’s fucking you faster with each thrust.

“s’so good, f-fuck,” the wind gets taken from you with every harsh pound, grunting beneath him and taking it all. he felt so fucking good, you couldn’t believe you waited this long just to let him fuck you. too many opportunities missed. for good and wrongs reasons though. 

“that’s it, you’re such a good girl,” his mouth gives you a chaste, sloppy kiss to your pouty lips. everything he does makes you want to cum. heavier and stronger than the last. he’s a fucking trip. 

“i’m your good girl?” your bottom lip is pulled into your mouth, teeth baring as you smile drunkenly. 

“ ‘course you are,” he kisses you again, prolonging it this time, your body slipping lower giving him the chance to fuck you even deeper, stretching you open and stuffing you full. you can feel him all in your tummy, your brows furrowed. “better than that. you’re my baby.” 

“i’m your baby?” the drag out of a whiny tone as you grip onto his chin to keep his eyes on yours has the man before you crumbling. 

eren practically whines from the way you speak to him, molding your frame into his seat from the strength he fucked you with, listening to your pussy cry for him. “you’re my baby.” 

“my pussy loves you,” you move with him, your tight cunt squeezing him, feeling that warmth build up in your stomach. 

“it does, huh. tell me how much, love.” 

“loves it so fucking much, daddy.” 

“that’s what i wanted to hear,” he hisses, groaning and fucking you faster, straightening his legs so he gets a get angle, hitting into you with all his weight. “oh god, baby. you feel so fuckin’ good.” 

“yeah, daddy?” you whimper, biting your lip. 

“yes, babydoll,” eren groans in agreement, cursing to himself as he slips his dick out, the two of you gasping from the disconnect, eren lifting himself from you. “bend over.”

you use the seat to turn yourself around, hiking yourself further up to give his big body space to settle behind you. you keep your thighs pressed together, shifting your ass back against him and arching your back low. you jump when he lands a heavy swat to your ass, hissing as his fingertips grip your flesh and bounce your ass back, mesmerized by how it moves. he draws his hips back, flexing his dick to make it jump into the right position to easily slide within your wet opening, the angle allowing him to hit deeper within your pussy than before. 

“unh, sshit,” eren moans, hands grabbing either side of your hips and tugs you back, your ass clapping amongst his toned abdomen. your forehead is connected with the seat, mouth agape as you feel the swell of him slip in and out of you, eyes scrolling to the back of your skull. 

“sshit, you’re so deep, ah!” 

his thrusts become more forceful, hitting even deeper within your pussy. with every stroke, he feels himself getting closer to release. eren growls, his canines grazing your skin as he leans in to bite your neck, your filthy whine only serving to heighten his arousal. he continues to thrust hard into you, each movement sending you both closer to breakage. 

“g’na cum, baby,” eren whimpers, rolling his waist into you, that pressure in his lower abdomen threatening to break. 

“noo, don’t cum yet,” you whine, shaking your head pleadingly. “n-not there yet.” 

“i won’t. won’t cum yet, baby,” he hisses in response. “wanna wait for daddy? so we can cum together?” 

“mmnh, wanna cum with you, baby,” your head nods drunkenly, sightly blurry. your body aches from the lack of space in the car, but it felt so good to be overpowered by him. drilling his dick into you harder. 

“take it f’me, ꒰♡꒱.” 

“i’m taking it, baby. for you.” 

“moan f’me,” his lips get closer to your ear, eren’s eyes squeezing tight, jaw wide as he fucks your pussy open. 

“m-moaning for you, babyy-ah!”

“fuck it back f’me, act like you wanna get fucked,” eren growls in pleasure, his thrusts continuing.

“i’ll fuck it for you, fuck it for you,” you’re straight up sobbing now, rolling your ass back to meet his rough strokes, dripping down your inner thighs. you’d never been fucked this good before in your life. could have possibly been the chemistry, or the longing for him. “ooo-mnmg, i feel it.” 

eren smirks, his hands moving to encircle your throat. his grip tightens slightly, cutting off your air supply, his clothed chest on your back and the coldness from his silver chain tickling your flesh. “eren, ima cum again. k-keep it there.” 

your body shudders beneath him, waves of pleasure crashing as you feel your orgasm breaks through you, pussy clenching tightly around his cock and whimpering vehemently in his face, sobbing from your inability to withhold your orgasm as well as the overwhelming way he fucked you. 

“ren,” you weep, reaching your hand behind yourself to try to push his hips away. but he doesn’t budge. eren grips your wrist to bend it still behind your back, slowing his movements the last motive. 

“you came without me, baby. bad girl,” he tightens his grip on your wrist, giving an open mouthed kissed over the side of your face. 

a small cry fell from your lips. "s-sorry. fuck, rennie . . please.”

"please, what?” he grits his teeth, the shortest hairs in front sticking to his forehead while the others threaten to fall loose from the small bun on the back of his head. the silver bracelets on his wrist clanking as he yanks you back to meet his aggressive thrusts. 

"please, eren—s-slow. i’m sensitive.” 

"that's not my name. what's my fuckin’ my name, ꒰♡꒱?" he grunts dominantly, pressing a harsh kiss to your temple, knowing what he needs.

"s-shit—daddy, please!” 

despite your pleas, he keeps fucking you mercilessly, his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy with ease. the sensation of being buried within you is too intoxicating for him to stop.

“jus’ a little more, baby. please take it a lil more,” his hand lands heavily on your ass, slowing his thrusts a bit for your sake and to feel your pussy constrict and beg to swallow him deeper as he shifts his hips slightly back, the tip of his dick kissing your entrance before he’s shoving it back in. circling his hips, ass flexing and becoming apart of you, pushing him towards another climax. 

“ooo, you fuckin’ me so good.” 

“ ‘cause it’s you, ‘cause i love you.” 

with a final powerful thrust, eren buries himself deep inside you. his cock twitches within your pussy, reaching in between to pull his dick out just in time, spurting his cum directly on your backside. your scream is deafening, covering your mouth and grinding your ass back as you cum again, unsure how that’s fucking possible. your body betrayed you, acting as if you’ve never been fucked in your whole life. but, truth be told, you’ve never gotten fucked that deep, or that good. 

“fuck!” eren’s tone is deep, stroking his dick while his other hand held your ass, thrusting into his hand to draw out every ounce of cum you wanted out of him. eren nearly collapses onto you, panting heavily as he recovers from his orgasm, slowly softening but knowing he can go another round. maybe at your house this time.

he kisses your neck softly. “are you okay, love?”

you nod, heaving, mouth dry. trying to regain your vision. “y-yeah. m’good.”

before rolling off of you, he gives you another kiss before he’s climbing back into the drivers seat to pull his pants back up, fishing for a wipe inside of his center console. 

you’re laying on your stomach now, cheek resting on your arms as you catch your breath, eren smiling down at you, kissing your spine as he wipes up his mess. “so pretty, baby.” 

that makes you weaker than anything he’d just done to you, hiding your face within your arms, still looking at his gorgeous face. he loves you so much, it’s always been clear. you hate how long it’s taken you to realize that. 

“i don’t have to think on it,” you suddenly say, eren staring intensely. your lips curve into a smile. “i know i love you too. for a while now.” 

the sparkle in his eyes makes your heart absolutely melt. “for real?”

you nod. “yeah. my dream is to get you that big ass loft you want with the tall glass windows that overlook the city. decorate it how you want, be my pretty fuckin housewif—”

“shut. the. fuck. up,” eren sounds out, smushing your lips together so you wouldn’t see the redness in his face. of course you’d mock him. you giggle into his mouth, squeaking when he goes to tickle your hip, eren laughing when you turn to hit his arm. 

“seriously, eren, i hate that shit!” 

“blah, blah, blah. love you too.”

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[badchoicesworld]

Can I request headcanons of Hobie Brown reacting to his gn s/o being startled when he kisses them whether it's on the lips or even on the cheek or forehead? Not only do they never kiss anyone because they never dated anyone before him, the slightly cold feeling of his lip piercing surprises them! Does this makes sense XD *Cough* totally not me about his lip piercing * Cough*

hobie notices how startled you get when he kisses you (gn!)

hobie brown x gn! reader

established relationship

hello i’m here to be ur bad influence, get a lip piercing if u want one, become the hobie brown in this scenario

warnings: none

pairing: hobie brown x gn! reader

requests: open, i wont be caught lacking

it was a moment of weakness

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ok so i think that we all agree on hobie being very into physical contact and touchy feely

it’s nice to have a reminder that someone’s there for you physically, things like leaning on each other of just linking a finger while walking are super significant to him cause it shows you’re not afraid of being close together, y’know ? i image that’s pretty crucial to him if he’s ever in a relationship

at the same time, if it’s not present from the start, i think he’d be more than willing to teach someone what it’s liked to be physically loved and appreciated

he doesn’t know what’s gone off in your life, if your lack of experience is due to some sort of trauma or it’s as simple as you’ve never had the chance to be close to someone in that way, he won’t hold it against you

maybe tease and taunt you a bit

he’s definitely respectful and drops topics like a pin if prompted, and will easily respect personal space if anyone ever seems a uncomfortable by his closeness

no questions asked, he’s unbothered and keeps his hands to himself

if you seem a lil peeved more than anything he’s probably a bit more persistent cause he’s a cocky bastard at times

but if you express that you wanna be close to him but just aren’t used to it, man’s all over it

not all over you though, he won’t rush you

this shit boutta be GRADUAL and LOVING

ANYWAY to the actual scenario

there’s no way you’ve managed to avoid the magnet of affection that is hobie brown, but if things like arms around your shoulder and waist, hugs and cuddles don’t bother you then he’s unsuspecting for now

but if one day you’re just chilling, doing your own thing

maybe in spider society if you hang there, perhaps at either of ur cribs

and hobie just passively walks by or maybe you two have been hanging out all day

he sees you busy, wants to remind you he’s there

gives you the quickest little muah ever on ur temple or smthn

it’s casual to him, but he sees how ur expression immediately changes to a slightly started one, mixed with whatever else you’re feeling in that moment

it crosses his mind that you two have literally never kissed which is wild, now he’s amused by this revelation and is like “what?” (whot) while scheming and plotting in his head

you have your own reaction (or lack of) and hobie’s mildly entertained depending on it

just mad flustered ? he will weaponise this

if you seem genuinely uncomfortable by it then hobie’s gonna apologise and just wait for you to bring it up again before tryna kiss you again, he’s unbothered

if you explain that it’s just the piercing that caught you off guard and how cold it was, he’s laughing

like yeah, valid

likely knows he’s your first s/o or whatever you call yourselves, but you’ll tell him again that he’s your first

grins at all the innuendos he could make but voices none of them

you’re fine with it ? the coldness just caught you off guard ?

cue him wrapping both of his lanky ass arms tightly around your shoulders and just smothering the side of your face in kisses, really making sure that his cool lip piercing is making contact each time

he loves to be a fucking nuisance

irrelevant but i think hobie has a tongue piercing, anyway

even if you eventually get used to kisses, he still loves to see your reaction to the sudden freezing cold piercing

especially in the mornings, cackles when he watches you try to withdraw from him in the morning because of how cold his piercings are

imagine what it’s like when he fuckin nuzzles his face into you

two eyebrow piercings, one nose ring, lip ring- personally i would cease to a exist if i’m in that groggy state and that cold ass metal even grazes me, i’m gone and never coming back

he’ll sometimes kiss you just for your reactions, you aren’t safe

easily his favourite spot is the neck, imagine putting on a freezing cold necklace

yeah, it feels like that when he kisses you a certain way

in conclusion, your reactions enable him, please stop

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[sourrpatched]

pt 0̷~ introducing Jaemin and friends

Jaemin~ A man with three cats and a dream. A very loud personality but he means no harm. Currently studying in a veterinarian school. He is chaotic good with emphasis on the chaotic. A people pleaser at his core (he cannot fathom anyone hating him or mad at him). Yes Hyuck chose his Twitter bio. He isn’t the most social of his friend group but will ofc be present at every group hangout. The type to really give his entire heart to those he loves, also a huge hopeless romantic. Mans just wants love 😞💔

Jeno~ If Jaemin is Chaotic Good then Jeno is Lawfully Good. He’s just a boy with lots of love for his friends and his life. Literally the ^~^ personified. Don’t be fooled by those smiley eyes though, he is not afraid to stick up for his friends no matter the circumstances. Very well known even though he keeps more to himself and his friends. If he doesn’t know your name he’s really sorry about that he just isn’t too good at memorizing things.

Donghyuck~ Only the biggest flirt in town maybe the entire world. He is 1/2 of Jaemins closest friends being the more wild card of the group. Him and Jaemin met after he was running from Renjun and he ran directly into Jaemin. “I am so sorry about that, wait are you new?” “No, why.” “Ur hot I wouldn’t have missed that face.” Although he will never skip a chance at flirting with you he is truly a romantic at heart who loves his friends with his entire being.

Mark~ The “Dad” of the friend group. He is the eldest so he tries his hardest to keep everyone from going absolute bat shit. A very cool guy, probably the most known person in the friend group. Don’t ask him how he knows everyone he just kinda does. A music major who happens to be completely clueless when it comes to his own love life. Just a very chill dude.

Minjeong (A.K.A Winter)~ A lesbian with a temper. If you wanted to know which person the rest are scared of, it would be her. She keeps the boys in check being the only girl in a group full of idiotic yet lovable boys. Hey but just because she likes to make fun of them does not mean she will tolerate anyone else coming at them. I mean try to and you’ll end up like bae jiyoung from class 3 back in elementary school.

Renjun~ There’s nothing this man loves more than peace which is why it’s still confusing how he was able to be tricked into becoming yet another member of the crew. The others had known each other for much longer (all meeting sometime during Elementary school meanwhile he was introduced to Jaemin his Sophmore year of highschool) when he first joined but found it very easy to get situated into the group. Nobody has a tongue as sharp as Renjun which is why it’s the most entertaining to see him and Hyuck when they get in their daily arguments.

Jisung~ Jaemin adopted him after seeing him at the college orientation. He had looked like a scared hamster when they first met of course prompting Jaemins people pleaser heart to want to help the boy. He’s the most introverted so it wasn’t easy, he had been hunted down by Jaemin mistaking him as some sort of bully before realizing he had only wanted to befriend him. They became friends after Jaemin bought him a meal (the quickest way into jisungs heart is food). Though he is the youngest he does sometimes find himself acting as the most mature.

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Author’s notes ➼ next posts will be of their twt interactions so you can kinda get a vibe of their groups dynamic. Please enjoy ☺️🙏

[beautifulhigh]

Hi hi!! It's unfair of me to ask you to actually write the full essay on the rwrb red room kiss scene, but I saw your tags and am very interested in at least what the main thesis would be, if you feel like sharing!! No worries if not 😊 Have a good night/day/whatever time it is where you are!

The last few weeks have been, well. They've Been™ and I'm going to use this wonderful ask to dust off my overthinking tag and write a meta post on this movie, these boys, and then hope more than three people care what I have to say.

The Red Room kiss scene is Iconic™ and Important™ and in this essay I (really) will discuss agency, framing, and why it always had to be Alex to be the one to make the move.

While book!Alex takes book!Henry to the Red Room, here he's waiting. Bundle of nervous energy. He doesn't know what to do with himself, how to hold himself, how to present himself when Henry turns up. He's backlit in this (which is a theatre technique, I see you Matthew) but it also adds to the drama and tension of the scene.

The (in)famous painting of Hamilton, about to bear witness to things.

We jump cut between Alex trying to find... something. Here he is realising his shirt has come slightly undone and he wants to try and be somewhat presentable. At least for the moment. But it speaks to Alex's physicality in this scene because he is shifting and moving so much that his clothing is shifting. There's also an interpretation that this suit represents the formality of the situation - the Prime Minister's dinner, at which he (the First Son) and the boy he wants to kiss (the actual Prinec) are supposed to be front and centre and the picture of formality.

He's coming undone in this moment because he's the First Son and he's waiting for the Prince, but he's also Alex and he's waiting for Henry.

Ah, yes. The casual lean against the wall. Fancy seeing you here, your Royal Highness, what do you think of the menu? But there's grounding here too. When you're spiralling focusing on a physical point of contact between you and and something can help ground you.

It's also a defensive stance in a way. You shall not pass, I'm not moving. Alex is claiming space and territory and he's controlling it.

"How dare you fucking kiss me, run away, ghost me, then walk into the White House like nothing changed." This is closed off, defensive, protective - probably why it's the quickest of the poses to be dismissed. He's got his back against the wall like he's scared or ready to come out fighting. And, in a way, both of those are true.

Book!Alex is mid-crisis on his bisexuality and while he logically knows he is very much into Henry, he's not gotten to the point of turning theory into reality.

Movie!Alex is more chill about being into guys, but this attraction to Henry is confusing him. He hates the guy. He wants to punch him in the mouth. With his mouth.

(What? That's literally book canon: and if he weren’t already hell-bent on destroying Henry’s infuriating idiot face with his mouth right now, he would consider doing it with his fist.)

Casual lean against the table, less staged and jarring than the extended arm against the wall.

But then Henry walks in and Alex stands to attention and he is... rapt. He is calm and composed and he is focused. We're back to the back-lit position which helps frame him with a near-halo effect.

And you can see that he is relaxed. There's a slight drop in the jaw, his shoulders are sloped and rounded. Because none on what he was trying to convey before matters. Henry is here.

"Look" he starts with - he's expecting a fight. He's expecting Alex to go off on one for the kiss, for the liberty taken. Even if Alex is willing to forget that it ever happened, take Henry's secret to the grave, Henry gets one thing right in this.

"my behaviour was appalling"

Because it was. Look, Hen, I love you and I'm with Alex in the feeling that I will go to war for you to see you happy and safe. But you did kinda kiss him without consent (harsh reading) and you did ghost him without apology (soft reading) and for a boy raised in the Royal Household that... well... it's pretty much top items on the Very Bad Behaviour list. He did not act with decorum or dignity, he did not act in the way that his status and position demands.

(That's OK, Hen. Because the boy under the linden tree wasn't the Prince. It's OK to not be him, and Alex is going to spend the rest of his life loudly loving the man, not the prince.)

"Shut up, stop talking." // “Shut up, shut all the way up, oh my God,” Alex hisses

Because even though both versions of Alex said he wanted to talk to Henry, in the moment that's the last thing he wants to do. And actions speak louder than words, right?

Why it had to be Alex

Henry needed to make the first move, that New Year's kiss, because there needed to be something to make Alex realise that this thing he's feeling is very much reciprocated, and that Henry wants it too. If Alex had kissed Henry for the first time on New Year's Eve/Day then it would have been too much of a leap. Alex, at whatever stage of his bisexual journey, has no clear idea of Henry's orientation at that party. It's only with retrospective viewing that he realises that Henry was low-key flirting, and that the sharing of these deeply personal moments wasn't just a "two bros in a hot tub" thing.

So Henry had to kiss Alex first but then he had to run because there was no way that the mostly-closeted, private Prince could accept that a) he fucking kissed a boy, b) said boy is the one he's been dreaming of since Rio/Melbourne, and c) the boy kinda?? kissed him back?? Henry will have been having a low-grade anxiety attack all through January (and trying to reclaim some control with the date he went on in the book).

In this moment, Alex knows all the pieces. He's played this logic game to its conclusion and he knows all the facts. 1) Henry is gay. 2) Henry is into him. 3) He's into Henry. That last fact is something Henry isn't fully aware of (or at least can't bring himself to believe it to be true) and so it has to be Alex.

He doesn't want Henry to say something that would get in the way of this, doesn't want to hear any kind of pre-prepared speech of "yeah, we're better off as friends" that always happens when the couple get too close to getting together too early in the run time. Alex is full on shutting that down, shutting Henry up, and he gives as good as he got.

"Wait a minute" // Henry’s too shocked to respond, mouth falling open slackly in a way that’s more surprise than invitation, and for a horrified moment Alex thinks he calculated all wrong, but then Henry’s kissing him back, and it’s everything.

And this time it's both of them. Framed between Hamilton and the books. The American political trailblazer and the literary. In the space between? There's our boys.

Alex's hand is on the wall again and he's controlling the space but Henry is very much in it. He's protective but in a different way.

In one frantic motion, Alex knocks the candelabra off the table next to them and pushes Henry onto it so he’s sitting with his back against—Alex looks up and almost breaks into deranged laughter—a portrait of Alexander Hamilton. Henry’s legs fall open readily and Alex crowds up between them, wrenching Henry’s head back into another searing kiss. They’re really moving now, wrecking each other’s suits, Henry’s lip caught between Alex’s teeth, the portrait’s frame rattling against the wall when Henry’s head drops back and bangs into it. Alex is at his throat, and he’s somewhere between angry and giddy, caught up in the space between years of sworn hate and something else he’s begun to suspect has always been there. It’s white-hot, and he feels crazy with it, lit up from the inside. Henry gives as good as he gets, hooking one knee around the back of Alex’s thigh for leverage, delicate royal sensibilities nowhere in the cut of his teeth. Alex has been learning for a while Henry isn’t what he thought, but it’s something else to feel it this close up, the quiet burn in him, the pent-up person under the perfect veneer who tries and pushes and wants. He drops a hand onto Henry’s thigh, feeling the electrical pulse there, the smooth fabric over hard muscle. He pushes up, up, and Henry’s hand slams down over his, digging his nails in.

The sensibility of the suits is on its way out, they're not the First Son and the Prince. And Alex is taking the lead.

Agency

Henry is somewhat passive in this - although he is fully engaged - but it's Alex who set this in motion. Pun intended. Alex who pushed him against the wall. Alex who pushed him up onto the table and hiked his leg up around his hip, Alex who is driving in. Because Alex needs Henry to know that third fact. The one he's worked out, the one that Henry is just catching up with. This isn't payback, it's not some prank. Alex Wants™.

There's a scene I'm writing in my current FirstPrince WiP in which Alex and Henry have a charged moment. And Henry wants to act on it but those princely sensibilities get in the way and he can't let himself be led into doing something that could be used against him. If Henry made all the moves then the accusation of him taking advantage, of the inherant imbalance that comes with status and titles and positions of power. So in the scene, and here, Alex takes the lead. There's no way anyone could accuse Henry of forcing Alex into doing this.

(Good luck getting Alex to do ANYTHING he doesn't want to.)

So Alex gives and Henry takes and he gets the memo very quickly.

Fact number three. Alex wants this too.

Then Movie!Amy walks in on them (which IMO is way funnier than Book!Amy hissing through a crack in the door) and these idiots try to act like they weren't redefining International Relations a second ago. Alex is by the painting, Henry is by the books. They've gone back to their sides and they're playing at being interested in what they find there. But they're not, it's all for show, someone who gives a passing glance at this point sees this part of them, this side of them The First Son and the Prince: the politician and the literary.

They're both backlit, they're in line even if it doesn't look like it, Alex is no longer on Henry's right, and they're both trying to act like the people that others could see them as.

But we - and they - know better. 1) Henry is gay. 2) Henry is into Alex. 3) Alex is into Henry.

4) Everyone is on the same page now.

(Also I know Casey talked about seeing the Red Room on a White House tour and so that's why they included a scene in that room in their book, but I cannot ignore the fact that red = love and passion and danger and fire [the counter to the water motif] and it's a warm colour designed to excite.)

[yesokayiknow]

do you have anything more about the bigeneration au for 12 and 13, I'd love to hear what you think their dynamic would be.

-they take great delight in confusing everyone any time they can. twelve calls thirteen old man and thirteen calls twelve young woman and it makes them laugh every time. while they love the fam equally thirteen tends to end up chatting with graham and (badly) playing footie with ryan while twelve does yaz's nails and hair and it's nice that they don't have to force themselves to do activities that don't feel right

-twelve actually tells the fam things! like still not a lot but at least they hear the name time lord before like a whole year has passed lmao. thirteen really fucking hates it. he's like tough. stop trying to be unknowable bitch. he (pretty vaguely) tells graham about river and the three of them just sort of sit together sometimes reminiscing

-while they generally are pretty chill they also have a competition on who can explain the most things the quickest. every time something new happens they're like standing in the corner visibly shaking waiting for the fam to pick one of them to explain. thirteen starts the points system just so she gets picked more often, and then twelve starts composing little tunes for whoever asks the smartest question. the fam think it's adorable

-twelve convinces yaz & ryan to go to uni. thirteen's like we don't really have time and twelve's like There Is Always Time For Education. unlike thirteen, who would literally die if left alone, he's always trying to gently encourage the fam to have lives outside of the tardis. he's also trying to convince thirteen that being alone's okay at times (it's not going well)

-twelve's still lecturing at st luke's in his spare time (though it's harder, without nardole and bill and missy). whenever he's having a particularly bad day thirteen turns up to his lectures and shouts corrections. he will never ever admit how much it amuses and distracts him

-they still fall out sometimes, because who do they hate more than themselves? they both can be pretty condescending and impulsive and it turns out that it sucks to be on the other end of that. thirteen refuses to take care of herself in a way that borders on obsessive and hates when twelve tries to keep her safe; twelve tends to isolate himself for days upon end and hates when thirteen tries to drag him back into sociability. they usually keep these arguments away from the fam. the first time they really really lose it at each other in a public space is when they first encounter the cybermen. it takes. uh. a while to get back into a good place after that

-twelve mainly gets frustrated with thirteen more than the other way around because she literally refuses to show any pain or negativity Ever until it all explodes. this is partly because a lot of the coping mechanisms she instinctively wants to use are little quirks they started doing due to the loop in the confession dial and she doesn't want to trigger him. when he realises this he's like i'd rather you tapped out the seconds when you feel trapped than yelled at all of us actually.

-sometimes twelve's like hey you're going all cold and weird again. go kick something. and thirteen's like fuck off and then she goes and punches a cushion and yells into a black hole and comes back later like thanks you were right. and sometimes thirteen walks into a room and takes one look at twelve and walks right out and goes and gets his guitar and chucks it at him and after like five hours straight of playing he's like thanks man i really needed that

[evvlevie]

❤️‍🔥♥️ LESSONS I NEEDED TO LEARN IN ORDER TO UNDERSTAND SHIFTING ♥️❤️‍🔥

Hi, Hello, it’s your favourite shifting blogger Evie again, and I have stuff to tell you 🫂♥️

Here‘s the situation for people who aren’t aware of what I have been up to: My blog has been dead for a quite long amount of time, because I am in university now and I basically decided to focus on the life in this reality for a while instead of my desired one. University can be quite stressful, too which is why I haven’t even been able to think about shifting, so that it eventually lost importance in my life. I wanna be clear that I have not given up on it or that I don’t want to shift anymore, it just wasn’t a priority for the first time in my life since like April.

1️⃣ You always get what you want.

I know I have been preaching this quite often on here, but ever since I haven’t been forcing myself to shift anymore this became very apparent to me. I noticed that if I had a desire, even if I didn’t make it a dominant thought in my head, that it showed up manifesting in my reality no matter what because I was desiring it and I always get what I want. For example: I met a guy here in Uni and we are in a friendgroup. I am not romantically interested in him, but I kinda wanted him to admit that I was his favourite friend out of the group. I tried to manifest him to say these exact words, but instead a situation arose in which he expressed the same message in a different way, that made me realize that his way of wording that same context made me way more content with the situation. Even if I wasn’t trying to make him say what he ended up saying, he said what I didn’t even know I wanted, but I did. I got what I wanted. He never said „you are my favorite“ but instead he said what my true desire actually was. This was a very important thing for me to learn. I needed to be reminded of the fact that I never fail to get my desires met. Even if shifting is one of them. If I want to shift, I will because I always get what I want.

2️⃣ let go

Manifestations come when you let them manifest. Jello only sets hard when you stop wiggling it around. That’s the idea. My desires manifested after I mentioned that I wanted them to myself once. That’s because if you keep telling yourself „why don‘t I have my desire yet“ you are actively living in a reality where your desire isn’t yours. We all knew this fact and it’s nothing new, but right here where I am, the place where I don‘t really have the ability to even think about something else than my studies, my manifestations came the quickest. I am not dwelling in the old story, I am not asking myself where my desires are and I am literally just desiring shit for a minute and it comes flying at me because I even forget I am desiring that stuff. I needed to be reminded that obsessing with your manifestations isn’t what is going to get them faster to you. I needed to be reminded about the fact that the more time I spend in the state of hoping the longer things will take to manifest.

3️⃣ a simple decision is a manifestation

My favorite way of manifesting is deciding. I‘m honest: I love it. I sit in class and I‘m thinking „wouldn’t it be nice to have xyz right now?“ then I remember that I am a fucking boss at manifestation and I go „okay so it’s decided, xyz is mine.“ and that’s how I go about my day. When I catch myself thinking „oh wait I don‘t have xyz“ I always remind my self „oh no wait I‘m silly, I manifested it a minute ago! Stupid me“ and I don‘t mean that in a panicking or self-controlling manner. I know people love to preach about mental diet on here but this always sounds so harsh to me. I literally take it the most lazy and chill way possible. I decide I want something, I decide it’s mine and after that I treat it like it’s mine. Even if you can’t see it in the 3D reality yet, manifestations aren’t little magic spells that might work or might not. They always work 100% so if you just stay consistent with it it always appears. I can’t tell you how many packages have arrived at ridiculous paces to me because I decided I wanted a certain dress to be here on a very specific day. Shipping usually takes 10 days? Not with me, my shit comes in three days because that when I want it here. I decide that I will be able to wear my dress the day I want to, so yes the dress arrives on time, because I say so.

4️⃣ you‘re literally doing it all by yourself

People who are just starting out to manifest and shift are often under the impression that when you‘re manifesting you are requesting something specific from a certain type of outer force. Like you are placing an order with a sketchy website that might or might not deliver your order because it’s that cheap and unusual. I have been reading it and saying it to my own followers all of the time that „you are giving your desires to yourself“ and that „you are shifting yourself left and right and not some outer energy“. But only like two days ago it actually hit me. Everything IS me. You get your desires because you are giving them to yourself, you just have to decide. You get what you want because you obviously know that you want it. That’s exactly why the laws never fail because you obviously won’t cheat yourself. That’s exactly why the laws can’t work against you, because the only energy that has the ability to change and decide shit is you. Why would you ever work against you? That doesn’t even make sense! When you are doubting shifting you are basically ordering yourself not to do it. BECAUSE ITS ALL YOU. But like it’s LITERALLY ONLY YOU. No god, no ominous universe, no power above you. NONE. It’s you or nothing. You literally want to shift yourself, but your doubts are basically you standing in your own way. There is nothing that has to approve your desires other than you. Your subconscious is you. Think of yourself like a sugar daddy. Your consciousness is a sugar baby who really loves nice shiny things and your subconscious is the sugar daddy with all the money that he wants to spend as much as he possibly can. When the sugar Baby asks the sugar daddy for nice shoes he buys them for her. When the sugar baby wants a new lambo he will buy it for her. And when she requests a whole ducking country he will buy it for her. And bestie when you are your own sugar daddy how the fuck can you not get what you request hm? Exactly! You are the sugar baby AND daddy. You are giving everything to yourself constantly. YOU PLACE YOUR ORDER WITH YOURSELF, HOW CAN YOU NOT GET IT?It’s never something else.

So here we are. Evies realizations after I spent time away from obsessing with shifting and manifestations. I don‘t remember who told me that, but since everything is you, you can always find the answers to spiritual questions within yourself. After these 3 weeks of distance I finally figured out how I (and I mean I as in particularly me, because for you shifting and manifestation can work vastly differently) need to approach shifting and manifestation. Spirituality is very very individual. Don‘t force other peoples mindsets on yourself, don‘t apply a mindset you do not resonate with and don‘t take every shifters advice at face value. Different things work in different people. The real answers to all of your questions are within yourself not on tumblr, not on amino and definitely not on tiktok.

I Hope I was able to help you guys today and I really really hope you guys have amazing holidays ❤️❤️❤️

Thank all of you for 700 followers while I am at it! I appreciate every single follower who decided that my content is worth staying for and worth paying attention to. I couldn’t be more thankful for my blog, there is absolutely nothing that fulfills me as much as helping people. Thank you for being my platform and thank you for being a key aspect to my passion. ♥️❤️‍🔥🫂

Yours in every reality,

Evie <3

[hoiststowline]

white fences

dead end x female reader originally posted on my ao3 here! tw: slightly suggestive & swearing

"You're the biggest dumbass I've ever met," The venom interlaced within shallow words accompanies the once-over offered to the mech, eyes surveying him top to bottom. "Literally."

Though teetering on the edge of completely going ballistic, he swallows the first retort that comes to mind in an effort to calm the impending argument. "Is that a joke?" He asks, peering down at you curiously, a little more than a smirk blistering on his mouth. "That's gotta be a joke."

The recoil he doesn't expect, watching as your shoulders slump forward as if to curl in on yourself. "It's so cold," A visible exhale displays a pang of worry, immediately understanding that this situation was the furthest from ideal. "If I lose a finger, it's all your fault, Dee." 

"Aren't you a ray of sunshine," The mech drops to one knee, venturing to reason with you though he does a horrible job of executing such. He finds himself now closer to your level, yet you remain sulking in his shadow. "I thought you were the optimist between us." 

The nastiest look he's ever received is thrown over your shoulder, and Dead End notices your shivering form and trembling lips, clearly uncomfortable. The only resource about organics he had blatant access to was you, and even then your demeanor only sent a beat of guilt throughout his processor. "Alright, alright. I get it,"

"Do you?" A persistent wave of regret washes over you at the way your sentence contains so much resentment. Dead End was many things, but you weren't so sure compassion was a trait you'd voluntarily surrender to stroke his confidence. "I should strangle you for dragging me out here." 

At this, his brow raises suggestively, as if you inadvertently invited such a response. "Oh? I'd like to see you try, sweetheart," 

The chill of the air sweeps around you and sinks deeper into the cavern enough that you're positive the warmness to your cheeks is nothing short of an embarrassment, only feeding his ego. "Dumbass," You repeat, crossing your arms over each other to keep the heat in. "I hate you." 

That allows a latent droop of his shoulders, subconsciously allowing his disappointment to show. You barely blink, half a second passes and a snarl has raised to his dermas, pushing off the dirt to glower down at you menacingly. "This ain't all my fault, slaghead," 

You never received a proper translation for the term, even if he's called you it more times than you care to count, but in this instance, it was not in the form of endearment. "Oh? Who's it is?" Spinning slowly around the cavern, you fail to find another soul as sarcasm bubbles up your throat and rears its ugly head. "I don't see anybody else!" 

"I-" His voice box hitches, optics catching the opening just a couple hundred yards north. The snowstorm was wildly unexpected, a hiccup in a long road trip he hadn't necessarily thought out well. He's the one who dragged you along, and set you up for promise of fun, only to stray off the major highways and end up in the middle of nowhere. 

To be absolutely fair, your navigation device did promise this was the quickest route. But Dead End would rather choke than try and point that out now and have you more disappointed with him. You're more angry than anything, but he's more concerned with your well-being than acknowledging he fucked up. "Fine y/n, whatever-" 

Dead End's dealt with nasty beings twice his size, and for some reason, no interactions are comparable to the vexation that you outwardly radiate. "Whatever?! Oh, you're the worst." 

One finger in particular seems to silently convey how you feel about it all as you hold it high enough for him to see, marching onwards into the cave in the opposite direction of the only exit. "y/n if you go in any further, you're going to get lost," He can't control the condescending tone of his voice, but it contradicts the yearn for you to believe him.

"Anywhere is better than here." Numb hands fumble to find your coat pockets, grabbing your phone before switching on the built-in flashlight. "I'm gonna go try and find a signal." 

His communication device was no help either, all a static reply on any channel he tried. "Would you cut it out?" You don't riposte, struggling up the small incline as your soles weren't meant for such a climb. "y/n, cut the slag, you're being the dumbass right now," 

Still, you continue onwards. Dead End rejoins you easily, matching your five paces in one long, loping stride, standing over you unimpressed. "Dude, seriously, leave me alone." 

A frustrated sigh escapes chapped lips, nearly dropping your phone as another more persistent shiver wracks your body. He's tempted to let you try and scramble up such a short incline, but he promised he'd keep you safe and wasn't to just let you get hurt because he was overwrought. "You're gonna fall." 

Then, short yelp tears from your mouth as you eventually do lose your footing, aggravation sending piercing jolts through your veins. The frustration that was slowly eating you up inside was finally free, the sting of tears welling within glassy eyes as you take your karma with as much dignity as you can, waiting painfully for Dee's relentless teasing. 

Your ass would be sore, and so would your amour propre, but the fall was not that far if you could even call the slip-up such. 

From Dead End's perspective, he's watching you fall in slow motion. A cruel joke, seeing an awful premonition pass his processor, leaving a shout breaking free as he lunged forward, scooping you into two servos as he hit the Earth with an alarmingly loud thud. 

Before you can ask if he's alright, he deposits you gently onto the ground as two massive hands slam on either side of you, successful in caging you in. "I fragging said you were going to get hurt!" His face looms so close, enough that your eyes catch all the small scars that litter his plating, nicks, and blemishes that were so minor, but easily seen by your surprised stare. "I know you're mad at me, but you don't have to be an idiot!" 

He hates the way you blink up at him, all doe-eyed, and the twinge of red that overtakes the apples of your cheeks. Catching your dumbfounded reaction, he becomes worried you're hurt, or more displeased with him for practically screaming in your face- when he catches the tears that brim to the surface, then run rivers down your icy skin. 

"Shit!" You hiss, scrambling beneath him, kicking backward on shaky knees in a futile effort to retreat. "Dee-"

Using the end of your sleeve, you scrub the tears away, but it's mostly in vain. He's seen them, felt their vividness in his spark, and wants nothing more than to erase such a picture from his memories. "Stop callin' me that." This is what comes out first, one servo lifting off the dirt to tug you rearwards, two digits gently pinching the fabric accessible at the bottom of your coat. "Are you okay?" 

"Are you?" You retort, shooing his hand away. "You just probably cracked your windshield," 

Your endeavor is futile as his strength outmatches yours by miles, a knuckle running along your cheek to catch a rogue tear. He opts to ignore you, understanding that all his systems were in working order and none were damaged. "Are you going to listen to me now?" There's a rumble in his voice, he isn't aggravated, but more so troubled by seeing you in emotions he's yet to perceive you in. "Brat," 

While most of the blame could be dumped directly on Dead End, you weren't being entirely fair in your nasty comments and obnoxious attitude. Not sure where it all came from, perhaps the accumulation of everything that has gone wrong, your lips flub as an apology lingers on your tongue. "I'm sorry," You say, feeling your heart sink into your stomach. "I'm being difficult, this is just as much my fault as it is yours." 

As if he wasn't expecting your plea for forgiveness, the red mech falters, nearly buckling under his weight as his joints creak ever so slightly. He doesn't believe you, lowering himself so that his chassis brushes your knees, noses nearly touching, vying to read the lies he can find in your face.

But he doesn't find what he expects, just that exasperating human honesty that twinkles in the iris' of your eyes. "Learned your lesson?" He gravels, an ex-vent following shortly after. 

"Yes," You squeak, unsure of where all your defiance has gone. You've never been afraid of Dead End, he was an enigma that you cared to figure out more than anything. "Can you-?"

His knuckle still rests atop your skin, warming the area wholly. "Can I what?" 

He knows, provokingly so, but wants you to say it. The heat that he radiates is intense, knotting your words in your throat as a jumbled whine echoes instead. "Ugh," Is what ultimately transpires, using one whole hand to push one of his fingers away. He allows it, of course, he's the one in control given your massive size difference. "I hope you did crack your windshield," 

At this, he drops the extra handful of inches, now using a forearm for support as his unoccupied hand cradles your side, thumb pressed gingerly into your thigh. "Shut up." The edges of his plating dig restlessly into your skin, but he doesn't perch any more of his weight onto your lower body. Instead, he presents the notion that you now have sway, waiting for you to complete the action. 

Tiny fingers find either of his cheeks, soaking in the mellowness that protrudes from his metallic skin, wordlessly conceding, though you wanted it as well. Initially, navigating was weird and consisted of bumping noses and noiseless breaths, but Dead End presented a softness you never knew him to have, leaving a trail of kisses up your neck and eventually landing on your lips.

Dee's careful. If there is one thing he hates more than seeing you hurt, it's seeing that he's the one who caused the harm. He's rough, but part of him likes that you challenge his snarky attitude, knowing there was something much more empathetic under all those layers of hardened metal. 

"You're infuriating," His words drip from his mouth like honey, gently pulling back as his thumb wanders a bit higher. "But you're so enticing," 

"You're no better," You breathe, cold air slowly fanning out before you. "You bring out the worst in me." 

"And what about it?" Once more, he dips downwards, lips pressing into the crook of your neck easily pushing aside the fabric of your coat. "Ugh, you are so cold."

A loud gasp bolts from your mouth as he ex-vents into your skin, the sensitive area rippled with his warm breath. "Dee-"

"I said stop callin' me that." He murmurs, but there's little gruffness or earnestness within his words. "S'not funny," 

Whimpering at his almost electrifying touch, you stifle another choke as his digit begins to rub circles on the inside of your thigh, his lips now carefully moving upwards to settle on the crown of your head. "I don't do it to be funny," You gulp, swallowing your heart. "I do it 'cause I love you." 

Dead End pauses, pulling back slightly, but not enough that you can meet his eyes. "What?" He asks, incredulity lacing his tone. "What did you just say to me?" 

"I love you," Firmer, and no hesitation rolls off your tongue. "How do you say it?" You scramble, the anxiety rising first that he doesn't quite understand what you're talking about, but the fear passes rather fast. The fist at your left clenches, taking a cloud of dirt with it as a contradicting laugh falls from his lips. Unable to read him, your fingers splay across his chin, attempting to yank his attention back to you. "If you're laughing in my face because I just said that, like actually genuinely, fuck you." 

Sensing your displeasure, he finally moves his attention fully to you, purple-tinted gaze gentle and full of apprehension, yet certainty together. "No. You said it right." Something gives way, he drops that hardened, arrogant demeanor, and presents a smile. "And I do love you too." He mumbles, averting his gaze at the tail end of his sentence as if he could never be seen going soft .

"You are such a drama queen," You squeal as he yanks his head back towards you, his digit moving higher, now brushing against the ticklish skin of your stomach. “God forbid you lose your bad boy facade for one second,”

He grins, dipping just close enough that you can hear his joints moving, leaving two kisses on each respective cheek before slipping a reply. “Facade? I’m hurt,”

“Grow up,” Stretching upwards, you kiss the tip of his nose. “I’m the one who’s gonna be stuck in here with you for however long,”

“Such a shame ,” Dead End challenges, his resident smirk returning. “Cry about it.”

The moment grasps you whole, only able to smile dumbly and offer a breathless laugh at his sarcastic reply. It’s a beautiful and mildly concerning feeling, wondering how you could have dropped your armor so quickly.

But it all comes back to the idea that you were never really certain you had armor up when it came to Dead End. He always seemed to shoulder his way through your layers of insecurities, and walls of doubt that others had built.

“It is a shame. Shame you look like that,” You suggest, a twinkle of mischief behind mirthful eyes.

The eye-roll you receive in return is unmatched, enough that he scoffs impatiently as his servo pulls from your thigh. “Can it, y/n. I've just about had enough of you." 

[hello-nichya-here]

What are some lines Zuko uses on his sister, or pet names for her, that never fail to get her weak at the knees? :3

Calling her a "Good girl" is THE quickest way to make Azula all needy and sweet and eager to please, even more so if Zuko adds some headpats to it too. It never fails and her takes full advantage of that on the regular.

Any comment on how pretty, sexy and hot she is is also guaranteed to make her all sweet to him - and Zuko tends to use these to make her chill whenever she's mad at him for some reason. It helps that they tend to jump each other's bones during arguments/to apologize without having to actually apologize.

Any compliment to her skills as a princess/queen/advisor, firebending master, warrior, strategist are Zuko's got-to whenever Azula is feeling insecure or when he is just impressed by her doing literally anything (which happens a lot). He also says she's the perfect sister-wife and mother all the time because it's true AND helps her not feel insecure about not being good enough for her family.

Calling her love, honey or baby always makes her clingy and Zuko loves it. Brat and tease are for flirting/foreplay, slut and whore are to make sure she'll get wild in bed.

"Zula" is just what he calls her without even noticing it. It's as natural to him as "Zuzu" is to her.

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YOU GOT: KŌSHI SUGAWARA

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ matchup for @blu3cr3am

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ if you would like a matchup, read this!

'My Zodiac is Leo and my MBTI is INFP'

𓆩♡𓆪 i'm pretty sure suga is a gemini

𓆩♡𓆪 i'm no zodiac expert which is why i am now going to show you an excerpt from the cosmopolitan

𓆩♡𓆪 "Both are incredibly playful, creative, and outgoing. If they're interested in a serious, long-term relationship, they'll need to learn to really hear each other out, and find a compromise on some of their differences—like Gemini's spontaneity vs. Leo's need for stability. All in all though, these two are a great pair."

𓆩♡𓆪 however i think in the case of you and suga the leo and gemini roles would be switched

𓆩♡𓆪 according to the personality database, sugawara is a infj which means you have identical types besides judging/perceiving

𓆩♡𓆪 your j/p determines how you interact and view the world: judging types (suga) tend to look at it from a more rational, decisive way, while percieving types are more spontaneous and adapt better to change

𓆩♡𓆪 so what the zodiac excerpt says is definately true but i think the roles are switched, with you (the leo) being the spontaneous one and suga (the gemini) being the one who needs stability

𓆩♡𓆪 but yeah i think you are still a great match in that way so when suga gets in his own way by overthinking things: like he probably struggles to plan important dates (like anniversaries or birthdays) because he just wants everything to be perfect and when he's not 100% confident in what he is doing, he'll become sooo frustrated

𓆩♡𓆪 or like if he has planned the perfect picnic date, and one the day the weather defies the odds and it starts raining, he will smile on the outside but on the inside he will legit be panicking and dying over the perfect date being ruined

𓆩♡𓆪 so you're great for him in a sense you'd be able to calm him down and adapt better to the change and reassure him that it's not the end of the world

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'My ideal date would be us together, enjoying peace and quiet and watching a movie. Candles light as we cuddle.'

𓆩♡𓆪 literally perfect for suga

𓆩♡𓆪 as i just mentioned, i can defo imagine him to be the type to bust his ass to plan the "perfect dates" all the way down to even the smallest, most minute details

𓆩♡𓆪 like if y'all are going on a bowling date, he WILL go and check that they have your preferred bowling ball weight before he books

𓆩♡𓆪 and being so thorough if obviously really taxing so he needs someone who could encourage him to just ... chill

𓆩♡𓆪 not that he minds planning big, elaborate dates for you, but if you preferred staying indoors and chilling, that would take a huge mental weight off of his shoulders

𓆩♡𓆪 and he'd so enjoy that too

𓆩♡𓆪 ESPECIALLY post time skip suga that works as a elementary school teacher oh lawd

𓆩♡𓆪 like yes he loves putting in the effort to dress up nice and go on cute dates to fancy restaurants, or going on fun bowling/mini-golf/physical activity dates

𓆩♡𓆪 but after a long day of having the life drained out of you by children and having your patience TESTED, he does not have the energy for all that

𓆩♡𓆪 so the fact he knows you're comfortable and really enjoy movie dates is perfect. he's happy to just lie down with you on the couch, cuddle and watch anything you want to show him

𓆩♡𓆪 (just not a disney movie though.. please.. as an elementary school teacher, the whole frozen soundtrack is probably burned onto the surface of his prefrontal cortex)

𓆩♡𓆪 oh and he might fall asleep halfway through the movie :P

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'i most likely will be the one to yell first but I am always the quickest to apologise and realise my wrongs'

𓆩♡𓆪 okay so at first i was thinking yaamguchi for you but this is the statement that IMMEDIATELY made go with suga

𓆩♡𓆪 because boy needs someone that can match his energy

𓆩♡𓆪 he can be so hot-headed at times so if he was with someone who was very calm and reserved then that would just be cruel

𓆩♡𓆪 but the fact you are able to dish back out what he is serving is sooo *chef kiss

𓆩♡𓆪 also though he is never really aggressive, he just has little out bursts sometimes so the fact you are willing to deescalate the situation first is good because sometimes he'll yell and say stuff he doesn't really mean

𓆩♡𓆪 to be honest though, when that happens you probably won't even get the chance to apologise first because literally as soon as something remotely mean leaves his mouth (and he realises he said it to you and not the 1st years), he'll instantly slap his hand over his mouth and say sorry

𓆩♡𓆪 plus it doesn't happen all that often anyway

𓆩♡𓆪 sometimes though, (esp post timeskip) whenever he is in a bad mood and complaining about the most trivial things it'll dissolve into a screaming match which always ends in a fuckton of laughter

𓆩♡𓆪 like after a while neither of you can take the other one seriously when they yell

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for @blu3cr3am: sorry this is 2 years late but better late than never, amarite?

[saltysplayt00ns]

Oh, it's new page time and I'm so annoyed with it.

Four days timeskip? Seriously? Kargo just fucking standing around in the open, as far as without his makeup on to cover himself up? Where is Whispervale? Did they go home? Where's the anxiety before the raid? Why did they allow a blinded, traumatised feline to go TO the potentially to be raided tribe and not the other way around, especially considering the fact that Shiverfall was supposed to pick those who up at the Whispervale so that means the mom has to go the route TWICE? God. Home Asmundr, the comic where common sense and logic goes to die.

A haHA I just see a kid hyper stating that to see the SS news X’D

A bit late to respond on this, but Have did a response of it HERE:

How the group literally went to Shiverfall instead of across the short route to Meteor from Whispervale, which saves a lot of time. There was no reason for them to waste those days, especially a blind mother hearing their child is alive and urgently seeking to meet them. The dogs should know where the quickest route is without delay or have a companion to do that. Time is really not consistent and wasted, they’re would’ve been another raid by the time the mother came since the raiders had warned meteor of leaving or die and if WV is not there to protect them, they’re dead. Yet everything is frozen in place like a sitcom.

Kique tries to draw 3- 4 characters max. Cause more than that, he has a fit, Lost scent is Mature on their process and it’s a real treat to read along and more. Including their insights cause it's fun to read, you can also read this comic on DA

Like seriously guys pls read this comic, I'm on my damn knees for this one. *AHEM* That being said, there isn’t much consistent tension to really horn down for the audience to be on their seat, it's a pass by and an easy fix. There are so many tensions forgotten or fixed under 1-2 pages that it’s ridiculous and there's still more.

I guess healing bark also cures hunger and starvation

I haven't forgotten the situation where meteor was running low on food from the herd and the winters coming fast along with Ranach and Avanti, but it was forgotten and dealt with by literally a puppy howling and Rogio saving the day by a mere fluke. The dogs never brought up about the starvations because everything was fixed and it wasn’t even a good nor justified battle, it was plot armor for Ranach to keep on trolling.

" yeeah saving Ronja...riiiight"

Or when Ronja was in danger and she was forgotten, Roamer went on a dip despite him having concern the male could be a meteor tribe member.

and Rhovanion didn’t want to fight because “ it's not their way”, Rhov buddy, your pack literally fought an alien invasion and caused the Liulfrs to go Extinct with the help of your "alien God". You were LITERALLY THERE TAKING THEM DOWN and didn't even cross your mind of " it's not our way to kill" , that is such a copout exscuse to not want to fight, Ronja was your pack member and adoptive cousin - FAMILY NOT A STRANGER. PLUS LET HER LEAVE WITH SOME STRANGER IN A DANGEROUSE ENVIROMENT. Like this is not very leader like nor family wise

Guys, how brain dead can you be. Like this seriously, emotionally hurts me. Yet people love them and wanna be like them.

 he has not changed. Since he hasn’t gone to save Ronja still from the Raid and it seems Asmundr will be doing the same damn thing. Cause Kique doesn't have them progressing and movign around, they just sit their and be stagnant, its already been 4 days and they have not Gotten to meteor yet???!!! Rhovanion and Feaf gotten to Asmundr in not time flat.

Or the whole situation of meteor females being oppressed and used as fodder while males forced to be soldiers and brutes in a generational curse.  How Rogio, Ranach and other males would not get a benevolent greeting compare to like Kargo and Ferah who actually did something to help them;

Yet everyone is chill with the males including Rogio who they welcomed, like they were the bullies, while Kargo and Ferah were seen as an annoyance to bother with, Heck Ferah and Ronja Apologized to each other like, there is no conflict whatsoever. Everything patched up nd onto the next plot... if there is any to solidly follow.

If you have people like this, ditch them ASAP When Keirr and Aira had a goal to find their family and Aira finally will be within Keirrs pack??? Forgotten, it was Keirr excuse for them to have ‘ stability ‘ but Keirr was welcomed in and became a Guard while Aira was struggling to fit in and become a Herbalist?? healer?? then was brushed off by Keirr so many times, Lied to her, tok full credit of figuring out the Ghouls when it was Aira and practically ditched her when he finally saw his family again. Leaving her in a tribe she didn't want to be in, in the firt place and tolerated it because OF KEIRR. She literally has anxiety and abandonment issues plus without Kique's logic a disability and Keirr Just straight up ditches her, which is the WORSE thing to do; And I hav not even talked about what he does with Ruan, he doesn't even join Fruajar to guard his family from a raid because Ruan is there. Like imagine you wanting to go with someone on a trip to see the Mountains to meet some lost relatives who're in need of your help, let's say Bob for simplicity, you both have everything set up in a hotel and landed, but then all of a sudden Bob meet some people in Meadows street ( for simplicity ) along with you, Bob is appraised, people warmed up to them and Bob forgot the whole reason for the trip and made an excuse as you tried to remind them for the reason for said trip not even wanting to focus on making friends since its temporary and you have a goal - a subjective mission. Then Bob starts being distant, not even telling you where he went or if he left and gets made at you and tells you to " figure it out" basically, and need to get along with other people - again FORGETTING THE REASON BOTH OF YOU WENT TO THE TRIP. FINALLY he leaves to meet the relatives and do the mission ... but left you in meadow's street, with a bunch of strangers in unknow lands. No warning, no nothing, you're not even around familiar territory to get to the hotel. Basically left you to wander alone to fend for yourself, worse if you have a disability or mental issues...or both.

Make it make sense pls

The one where Kargo had a bear spirit?? He just magically lost it after dying with an excuse that Kique forgot in his own story that contradicts it like...three times. Kique likes to forget his own lore...because he doesn't have a script and loooooooooves to do discovery writing.

The guy is just a Gary stu

Ranach being a menace and was supposed to be this Complex and intimidating antagonist??? Forgotten, since nobody sent a bounty hunter towards him presently, the only time bounty hunters actually done their jobs was on Jahla involving Flame tribe and the matriarch, Kargo for killing two Merchants, despite Kargo and other males may not be aware of it since Meteor was an oppressive and dangerous tribe that kidnaps dogs, it'll be stupid for a merchant to make sales with them nonetheless be near them. Kargo also shows signs of PTSD or a traumatic event that has him react to survival mode; and now South-spear tribe involving them being a nuisance, why it took them that long to attack south spear??? beats me cause Kique doesn't think far from his nose, but not Ranach specifically. Thye probably don't even know he exist despite they should if the Capitol kept tabs on them and RONJA actually tells them about him during Tinget, Instead he’s given a group to form a revolutionary revolt against the capitol ( that is also - probably his poorly patched redemption arch ) after sleeping with every male as what the Author drew Ranach in a ' gay bar' .

Foreshadow anyone??

The moment he slept with Iberion is the moment he actually did something, he really thinks Sex would make them follow him to the ends of the earth. He didn't even worked for his effort as a Guard, he was taken away to do other tasks, such as a ' hunter' and a ' wrangler' now he has full reign to do whatever he wants when the whole tribe shouldn't even give him nothing, especially the viscountess. Ranach would have to be on edge 24/7 but know it's a desert bar, how south spear has no kids is beyond me.

Kique really trying very hard to make it justified, when Rome is more of a 'yes man', AKA: a dangerous Yandere, simp.

Raven crest telling capitol or at least report that one of their members basically stole their Nova and damaged property?? Forgotten. They now fear him despite Ravencrest has everything to report the red wolf and Rome. - She snuck in their camp, a wolf that has blood on their fangs, sneaking around camp. If you was innocent you wouldn't be doing that at all, you would make your presence known and stated of seeing a beacon light around the territory. - Their healer been rebelling against them for a stranger. In the Jarls eye, he is a problem and a threat, has every right to throw Rome in with Jahla until further notice, but this is Kique logic and he wants Rome to be the savior and love interest. Can't have a weak male in the comic - no suree - Rome purposely started chaos and took the Nova AND THE WOLF Rome is literally a fugitive. Raven crest can tell neighboring tribes of now someone teaming up with the wolf and did property damage. How is Jahla supposed to show Akiulfrs are not dangerous when you have members like Rome joining. they're asking for a raid. ---- In conclusion, It’s all sunshine and rainbows. “ I understands “ and Stu characters being right 24/7 Who're we supposed to root for if the Main, deutor and Antagonists are all bad. The only one is Fremja, Avanti and Aira for they don't have the screen time to become assholes like everyone else.

[itsjaywalkers]

21 & 23 !!

hiiii ino my loveeee <3 i'm biting ur fingers and batting my lashes at u <333

i already answered both of them (21 here and 23 here) BUT . bc it's you and i love u and i wanna spoil u in every way i can . i'm gonna sort of answer 23 again with a fic i wasn't supposed to talk about so soon..

23. fics you wanted to write but didn't

there's this idea i wanted to . write as a silly and short one shot but that ended up growing into something bigger (bc i'm me and i never know how to shut up) and became a lot more complex

but the general concept is . james has been sort of a Problem Child since his teens bc he has a very complicated relationship with his parents bc of Reasons (not getting into them bc spoilers u know)

the thing is that he gets into trouble bc of the sort of company he keeps, and all of a sudden he owes a lot of money. and i mean A LOT. and he owes it to very Dangerous ppl. he's pretty chill about the whole ordeal bc he's arrogant like that but they threaten to get his parents involved and despite his issues with them . they're still Important to him. so he starts researching the easiest and quickest way to get some money, because he's NOT above breaking the law. he quite literally doesn't give a fuck.

then his friend peter suggests seducing some idiotic millionaire and rob them blind, bc he's done it a couple of times before and it's easy + fun and james absolutely loves the idea!! peter gives him this list of steps to follow so he doesn't fuck up and then james begins looking for his victim

enter stage left: regulus black <3

fanfic end of the year ask

[miyos-multiverse-express]

for the ask game- C is for care! What do you do to care for your pokemon, and how do they care for you?

Oh boy. This is gonna be a long one.

I have,,, so many mons now. It's a little insane. Actually, let's pack this under a cut.

Prima (Roserade, female, Shiny)

My beloved Starter. I met her when I was 16!

I pamper her relentlessly. She has a battery-charged daylight lamp back in my hut in Hisui and I have never forgotten to buy new batteries once. She gets pruned every month so she can move freely. Just. Ahhh,,, I love her very much. She protects me from so many wild Mons. She's the best 💜

Nino (Flygon, male)

The stealthiest Bug I've ever met. He is so very neat and the best ambusher I have. He gets to free-fly every evening. I hope Palina has been looking after him alright in my absence...

Linux (common Arcanine, male)

My trusty partner in ingredient searching! Seriously, Linux probably remembers more about cooking than I do. He gets along great with Palina's pack, too - I'm at least very sure he's doing just fine.

Passenger (Galvantula, female)

This not-so-little-anymore buddy evolved during our travels through Route 6 yesterday! (Amongst others - I'll get to that in a moment.)

I got her from Boss Emmet and she lived in my pockets for half a week before I noticed her. She's surprisingly good at snapping me out of moods - and my battery buying has doubled because of her. Right now, I have to keep her in her ball more often than not - Ren has arachnophobia, after all.

Thera (Sylveon, female)

THERA MY BELOVED. My therapy Mon - hence the, uh, rather uncreative nickname, heh. Arc, she's the best. I buy her... a lot of treats. Probably too many. She deserves all of them for dealing with my,,, immense amount of psychological issues. The anxiety is just the start, really.

Annie (Mismagius, female)

For lack of access to Thera at the time, Annie ate my anxiety for several weeks, which... probably contributed to why she's a lot more chill than others of her evolutionary line. I... really hope she's okay, wherever she ended up when I got to Galar...

Jet (Altaria, male)

My first real flyer! Saved my ass during the Michina Incident. I sing together with him a lot. Or, I did.

Cymbal (Togepi, male)

The other member of our impromptu musical troupe! Baby. Literal baby. I hatched him from an egg. Oh arc, I hope he's okay...

Isle (Gastrodon West Sea, male)

Probably my most adventurous Mon, I found him lost in the wrong half of Sinnoh during my... roughly two months with the Chosen Kiddo. Always keeps his cool - in that he's always very enthusiastic about whenever we ended up. A bit annoying when we got lost, but... he's a sweetheart, really. Likes mud baths a LOT, much to my clothes' misfortune.

Hanabi (Cinderace, female)

Her and Kuroko are probably the quickest growing Mons I have... probably because I fed them EXP candies as treats. (Seriously. I got her a week ago at Level 5. It's a little insane.)

Hanabi likes dragging me around a lot - at least she's learned pretty quickly that she doesn't fit on my shoulders anymore... Much like Isle's positive nature, her enthusiasm keeps me grounded in the present.

Kuroko (Corviknight, female)

My second Flyer! Though I haven't used her as one just yet - she only evolved yesterday, after all. Much like Hanabi, she gets EXP candies as treats for good behaviour.

We met by way of her literally smacking into my face. She's great! A bit of an attention hog. I think Hanabi and her have developed a bit of a rivalry, actually. Despite that, they work together really well. I should test them out in a Double Battle sometime.

Conductor (Litwick, male)

The newest member of my (increasingly big) Pokémon team! I caught him during the Fire Gym mission, and he immediately reminded me of home, so he stayed.

I know better than to feed it too much of myself this time, so. Uh. I did something else which might have been just as bad of an idea.

the little tyke feeds off of me!

... believe it or not, Fragment volunteered. I think he likes the little candle.

[cryingjuiceboxx]

My creation that will never be complete. The start to my documentation of a tmnt series I've had in only my head and notes app.

My theme is an Absurdist fiction, mystery, spy fiction. I'm still not sure if I wanna lean mor paranormal or sci-fi but I don't want both of the elements. I'm also leaning more to the intention of that of a children's book. The time frame is 2008-2015 (probably 2009)

Starting with my laundry list of character details:

Leonardo Hamato

oldest

Leader

Gundam and lego enjoyer. Watching people not doing

Big fan of 90s cartoons (he-man, Thundercats, transformers, etc), anime, and music

Plays games most with Mikey. They do online dnd groups. Leo tends to DM

He is tactically smart: he keeps a diary ( or a blog?)

Prone to rambling and being over polite

Looks up to April, mostly cause she older and he feels she's got everything figured out. Called her senpai for a bit till she told him to knock it off

Tried to get his brothers to call him senpai for a bit

Prideful and overprotective of brothers, especially raph.

An inauthentic person

Teachers pet

Tends to get lost in his own world

Least physically Affectionate

Botany and plant enjoyer

Raphael Hamato

Youngest

Has a passive anger style. Tends to go mute when experiencing heightened forms ofstressed, angry, overwhelmed, sadness, confusion, etc.

The hardest working brother to worrying degree. But not a people pleaser

Talks to himself alot.

Worried about blowing up at people

Prone to stuttering, voice cracks

Swims alot, likes to he in water

Most artistic/into art. Specifically: painting, portrait painting, and photography

Grumpy boy

Sharp teeth

Reality TV junkie

Often goes out to the surface with Mikey early mornings

Has the most common sense of the turtles

Resting mean face, but pretty soft spoken

Takes things very seriously. Not literally.

A try hard. Doesn't really know why or what he's trying to prove. Just wants to be and feel proud if himself the way he thinks his brothers are very confident in themselves

Feels very babied by Leo. More embraced and frustrated than mad.

When it comes to physical stuff, if it shouldn't be done, he'll do it (like making an impossible jump or trying to bust down a wall with your body)

Michelangelo Hamato

2nd Oldest

Will disappear for long stretches of time because he's following an animal

Has hearing aids

Great at scavenging. Tech for donnie, art for raph, etc

Has the most stamina and energy

Most naturally gifted at ninjtsu

Quickest at picking up skills, but worst at remebering and memorizing what he learned without aids

Covered in handmade bracelets. Beaded, friendship, silly bands, ect

Takes advantage that Leo like to take the bulk of responsibility so he can chill

Goofy, slacks off from responsibility a lot

Most materialistic

Donetello Hamato

3rd Born

Most passive and rarely angry (that doesn't mean never)

Also enjoy Gundam with Leo

Witty (punny)

The most gentle in nature of the brothers

Takes takes very litterally more often than not

Jokenly calla Leo 'cheif'

Has the best memory. But sometimes, the context and importance taks time to really sink in

Can, has, and will copy people's handwriting

Can pick locks. Learned all his skills from YouTube and library book simply because he wanted to see if he could.

Loudest talker and has the Loudest laugh

Has braces

Least materialistic

I had this note that he's a Whitney Houston fan???

Equipped with knee and elbow pads. Stickered.

Splinter/ Yoshi Hamato

Still deciding if he's pet rat or rat turned human.

But has a bug association with farming and farm life.

He and donnie built a greenhouse underground. He plants and farms. Help bring income into the house

Anxious parenting style

Very Affectionate despite his kids varying

Splinter tries to have check in's with the boys. The frequency varies in their needs. They all hate it but it does feel necessary (?)

Tidbits about both of group

Raph and Mikey both do vigilantly work, but they did it on opposite sides of town. They didn't realize if for a long time until one saw the other leaving a crime scene chasing after a theif

Mikey and raph talk the most in sign.

Leo is the best at reading lips

None of the turtles are over 5'5"

Splinter is maybe 5'7" - 5'10"

Mikey and leo tend to indulge in overcompensating for wanting to connect to their roots (?) (I haven't compelty figures out what that means, if I'll even keep it)

Leo is angry (and maybe holds a grudge) that Mikey and raph have been going up to the surface for years. Less because it dangerous and more becuase he didn't and felt that he couldn't and that they could get away with it.

Raph and donnie were hot wheels and beyblade kids

Mikey gets a cat later.

Raph has a Guinne pig or a bird named Monty

Raph and Mikey are tied in physical affection. They were always at Splinters side with a strong grip on his robe

Leo feels very awkward and uncomfortable with physical affection but will take part in it to please others

Whenever I think of Splinter I think of this "I don't have to do anything. I choose to. I want to" I don't know who I stole that from

It takes Leo forever to stop calling Splinter sensei outside of teaching. Splinter feels really dishearted about this but doesn't comment. Though Leo is a teachers pet, he an Splinter are rhe most distanced.

I feel raph and Splinter are the closest (subject to change. I also feel mikey)

Donnie tends to play basketball early in the morning on the surface

I have a note about Leo and is vanity but I might change that.

Leo and Splinter bond the most where their farming

[pinkcherrybombs]

✨How Much It would Cost Me to Babysit Each BTS Member ✨

So I saw this trend on Tik-Tok and thought it would be perfect as a headcanon! This was so much fun to make, feedbacks always appreciated! (also this is a re-upload bc I accidentally deleted the first one💀)

Masterlist

Jungkook

Price: $120/hour (plus an extra $30 every time he asks if I have games on my phone)

• Will want to try some extreme sporting indoor household parkour challenge he saw on YouTube “for fun”

• The only one on this list that I’m truly scared of

• Is gonna force me to watch him play video games, and then witness his rage quits which are like full mental breakdowns

• He’ll throw hands if I let him know that I’ve only watched one marvel movie

• Will also throw hands if I tell him that I think I have better thighs then Namjoon

• Honestly tho if I distract him with exercise activities or banana milk, we’ll be solid

• His toe socks are enough to make me quit babysitting all together

• 100% is gonna attempt to steal my food off my plate tho after eating his

• Is going to make every single thing into a competition, from who eats the fastest , to who can rinse their hands off after the quickest. But it’s a one sided competition that only he knows is going on, which makes this 10x more awkward

• Probs will fall asleep in some weird ass position like upside down on the couch. The type to snap his eyes open all serial killer like if you even whisper his name or check if he’s breathing

• Will randomly add me to a video game match after babysitting, then will call me if I decline and yell at me

• I 100% see him being the type to like randomly do a WWE wrestling choke hold- body slam combo and then laugh as if it was nothing while I’m wheezing on the floor

Taehyung

Price: $80/hour

• Will be the type to play hide and seek without telling me, so I’d just be freaking out thinking he’s lost for hours

• This man will bark at me. End of discussion

• Probs has some secret furry memorabilia that he keeps hidden under his bed, but will pull it out and ask if I can play it with him

• 100% will teach me how to take nice monochromatic photos, even going as far as to let me use his camera

• He’s gonna blast Jazz music through his speakers and critic me on my classical music knowledge

• Will make me cry, by chasing me around in the furry costume I mentioned before. And then will laugh when my ass trips and falls

• Is gonna teach me Korean swear words and tell me it’s formal ways to introduce myself

• Will try and teach me different vape tricks, but might silently judge if I start coughing from his 80-nic

• Falls asleep on the floor, no clue how he got there. Might growl if I try and put a blanket on him, so I’ll probably just chill on my phone and wait till he wakes up (at a safe distance)

• Is going to convince me to buy one of his paintings, thus taking all the money I earned back

Jimin

Price: $65/hour

• I’ll be confused if he’s trying to flirt with me or not for majority of the time

• This man's level of physical affection will drive me crazy, will literally wrap himself around my leg while I’m trying to walk

• I don’t know how and I don’t know why but we will throw hands at some point , probs because I call him my short king

• Will sass me to the point I’ll genuinely have to reconsider all my life decisions , and self esteem

• Honestly the one I’ll get along with most on the list tho, I feel like he’s knows all the tea about everyone

• 100% will physically tap his mouth shut after the first twenty minutes

• Competition to see who has a fatter ass( he’d obviously win)

• Will definitely break something expensive and brush it under the rug then blame me after for it

• The type to have a twelve step skincare routine and will literally gag if I tell him it’s not necessary

• I’ll need at least 2 Tylenol’s and a solid 36 hours of sleep to recover at babysitting him

Namjoon

Price: $20/hour (plus an extra $10 every time he breaks something)

• Damage deposit ahead of time for any property broken

• Also damage deposit for emotional distress after this man completely outsmarts me in literally every subject

• Majority of the time will be spent with either him explaining philosophical ideas he’s read in books or care instructions for his plants

• Will throw hands when I jokingly say I might accidentally kill his plants. Key word being jokingly

• We’re gonna spend a minimum 3 hours looking for his airpods

• Probs will get into a insightful debate about aliens and the meaning of life, is definitely not gonna make me feel stupid if I say something dumb

• He’ll definitely help me with my homework, I might even owe him back some money by the end for tutoring me

• Is gonna be the most responsible one out of the bunch to actually prepare himself for bed. Do a proper skincare routine before playing some light rain sounds and knocking out

•Can’t cook for shit tho, and will probably destroy the kitchen if I’m not looking

• We're starting a book club, he gets first pick!

Hoesok

Price:$15/hour

• Just Dance will be on for literally hours

• Will genuinely throw hands with me if we don’t get mega superstar ON EVERY SINGLE SONG

• His energy levels high key intimidate me, I know for a fact I won’t be able to keep up

• Probably will let me have aux and sing along to whatever music I play, maybe even teach me to the rap for daydream

• FASHION SHOWS, dude his closet is so incredible, will be the type to let me leave with a souvenir

• I just know he gives good pep talks, like whatever’s on my mind he’ll sit and talk about with me. Babysitting will turn into a makeshift therapy session

�� If he’s in a good mood might let me paint his nails matching colours with mine

• Old school Disney movies for sure, especially with chocolate chip cookies. I’m envisioning Hercules, Mulan and the Princess and the Frog , he likes his soulful soundtracks

• The type to fall asleep on the couch during the Disney movie marathon, but will pout if I try to turn off the screen. Will for sure snuggle into his blanket like an adorable little bean

• Were scheduled for dance lessons next week, which means I’m basically means I’m giving the $15 I earned back to him

Yoongi

Price: $10/hour

• Easiest one to babysit off the list , no doubt about it

• The ten dollars is literally just to cover food and drinks, no actual payment is needed for my boy yoongles

• The type to sit me down and show me what track he’s been working on , maybe even ask for input if he’s stuck

• This man’s a literal angel, I know for a fact he will try his best not to laugh at my horrible attempts of rapping Daechwita

• Worst part probably would be if I disturbed him while he was napping or working, definitely would be a little worried when homeboy turns silent and gives me that death stare

• Will steal my phone to play piano tiles

• The longest rants about capitalism and government corruption, like full university style professor lectures

• Will be prepared to fight me if I even dare mention my plan to kidnap and marry Hobi

• Probably will fall asleep in some random spot in the housw, so I’ll bring him a blanket and some water so that at least he’s somewhat comfy in whatever weird position he passes out in

• Wouldn’t hesitate to babysit him again, or even just hang out whenever

Seokjin

Price: $25/hour

• I already know we’re gonna have a roast off over who’s the prettiest and my ego will get hurt multiple times by this man when I lose

• Probably will try to teach me the Super Tuna dance, and then judge me if I fucked up the choreo , will force us to do it on repeat until it’s satisfactory

• Definitely will offer to help cook and will make incredible food which is super sweet and helpful

• Will sass the shit out of me, especially if I do something he doesn’t like or tell him no

•Dad jokes from start to finish, every 5 minutes on a loop

• Will throw RJ at me full force if I say anything to piss him off, and then be more concerned if RJ is hurt then if I am

• 100% will be the type to pull the “let me do it” for every little thing even though I’m supposed to be the one babysitting him

• If I cook will say my ramens dry and likely fake throw up, dramatic ass

• At the end of the night I will definitely end up tucking him in, while he protests that he’s a grown man and doesn’t need to be tucked in. (But the whole time he’s stuttering with red ears because he secretly loves being taken care of)

• All in all a wonderful experience, he’s already organizing a fishing trip for the summer

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For the forest god au! What if M.C had a pet like say a rabbit or a dog. How would forest sans react? Would he take them too or would it be a problem because the animal could potentially see through his spells? Or would the animal just be chill because he’s the literal god of the forest

He would take the animal, too, he's well aware of the importance of human sentimental attachments. If her pet is missing she'll be constantly subconsciously searching for it... that makes it a lot more difficult to keep her under. To keep her mind subdued. Sans could very easily create the illusion of a living creature but faking a pet is dangerous- if she sees behaviour she thinks is out of character for her baby, it's one of the quickest ways she could get snapped out of the mirage. He wouldn't fake a pet for the same reason he wouldn't fake a family member.

As for any problems... it would depend how 'wild' the pet was.

If it was an animal like a bird, who is tamed but nowhere near domesticated, there'd be no issue. Birds are still wild at heart- they still belong to his domain, and see him as a creature to trust and respect. He actually has somewhat of an affinity for birds and could easily convince them he means no harm to the human.

Dogs are difficult, to say the least. Fiercely loving, undyingly loyal to their human, a dog wouldn't listen to him even if he could communicate with them. They aligned themselves with humans long ago and the bond is hundreds of thousands of years deep, impervious to his interference- although definitely animals, dogs are as far from the animal world as humans are. He'd have to cast just as many illusions on the dog as her.

The most issues, however, would arise with a cat.

Cats are... well. They are still of his world, but they stay with humans simply because they want to. Do they see him as a God? Perhaps. Do they respect him? He has no idea. They possess the uncanny ability to move in and out of both realms with complete ease, their eyes sharp enough to see right through his veils of trickery... whether or not they choose to play along with his game will come down entirely to their temperament that day and whether or not they think their human is being appropriately looked after.