#anxious and aggressively protective

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Murderbot vs Gurathin FIGHT

[wvyik]

DEAN’S SHY GIRLFRIEND HEADCANONS.

dean winchester x fem! reader

ꕤ summary: general dating headcanons for my shy, sensitive girls! conclusion? you’re his awkward little sweetheart; he sees you, he gets you, and he’ll spend every damn day proving how much he loves you.

♯ warnings: fluffy, teasing, very mildly suggestive content, protective! dean, emotional moments, pre-established relationship, sweeter than sugar, major cuteness overload.

♯ notes: had sm fun writing this! hope you enjoy these soft moments as much as I enjoyed writing them! let me know what you think, and feel free to request more if you want to see more! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

DEAN TALKS FOR YOU WHEN YOU’RE TOO SHY.. Ordering food? Asking for directions? You just quietly nudge him, and he immediately understands. But if he sees you trying to be brave, he won’t jump in— just stands next to you, hand resting on your back, whispering “You got this, baby.”

DEAN LOVES TEASING YOU.. like, he’s constantly making little comments just to see you get all flustered. He’ll lean in real close and murmur, “Whatcha’ blushin’ for, sweetheart?” with that damn smirk. And when you hide your face? Oh, he’s chuckling and pulling your hands away.

YOU STRUGGLE WITH EYE CONTACT, AND HE ALWAYS FINDS IT ADORABLE.. Sometimes he’ll tilt your chin up with two fingers and say, “C’mon, lemme see those pretty eyes,” all gentle but firm. Other times, he’ll playfully move his head into your line of sight when you try to look away.

HE’S RIDICULOUSLY PROTECTIVE.. because in his eyes; you’re just this soft little thing and the world is way too rough for you. If anyone so much as looks at you funny? Dean’s throwing an arm around you and giving them the scariest glare. “You got a problem?”

DEAN SECRETLY LOVES THAT YOU GET NERVOUS AROUND HIM.. He’ll catch you fumbling with your words and just grin, all cocky. “Damn, sweetheart, do I make you that nervous?” But the moment you get overwhelmed, he softens up and reassures you, “Hey, take your time, baby. I ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

EATS UP YOUR AWKWARD ATTEMPTS AT FLIRTING.. If you ever try to compliment him, you’ll probably stammer through it, and Dean just grins. “Aw, sweetheart, that was adorable. You tryin’ to flirt with me?” And if you get flustered and deny it? He just chuckles and tugs you close. “It’s workin’, baby. Big time.”

HE’S OBSESSED WITH YOUR LITTLE MANNERISMS.. Like the way you fidget with your sleeves, or how you get shy when you compliment him. If you stammer out a “You look really nice today,” he’ll lean in all smug and go, “Yeah? That so?” just to watch you get all flustered.

DEAN IS YOUR ULTIMATE COMFORT PERSON.. If you ever get anxious, he’ll pull you into a bear hug, rubbing slow circles on your back while murmuring, “Deep breaths, sweetheart. I gotcha.” If you’re too overwhelmed to talk, he’s totally okay with just holding you in silence.

HE ABSOLUTELY MELTS WHEN YOU INITIATE AFFECTION.. Since you’re shy, you don’t do it often— but when you finally work up the courage to kiss his cheek or reach for his hand? He’s grinning like an idiot, heart skipping a beat. “Damn, sweetheart, you tryin’ to kill me?”

DEAN’S A PHYSICAL TOUCH MENACE, SO YOU JUST HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT.. He’ll sling an arm around your shoulders, pull you onto his lap outta nowhere, or nuzzle his face into your neck because he can. If you squeak or squirm? That’s just a bonus for him.

HE’S PATIENT WITH YOUR AWKWARDNESS.. If you’re struggling to put feelings into words, he won’t rush you. If you get too nervous in social situations, he’ll subtly shield you from attention. He gets that you need time, and he’s more than willing to give it to you.

JEALOUS, BUT NOT IN AN AGGRESSIVE WAY.. If some guy gets too close, Dean just slides in between you two and goes, “Hey, buddy, she’s with me.” But if you’re just naturally awkward around guys, he’ll tease you later, “Damn, sweetheart, you’re nervous around everyone but me, huh? Guess I really am special.”

CONSTANTLY REASSURING YOU THAT YOU’RE PERFECT JUST THE WAY YOU ARE.. Whenever you second-guess yourself, whether it’s about your awkwardness, how you look, or anything else— he’s there, reminding you how amazing you are. “You’re perfect, sweetheart. Don’t ever think otherwise. I love you exactly how you are.”

SOFT FOR YOU IN WAYS NO ONE ELSE GETS TO SEE.. To everyone else, he’s all bravado and sarcasm. But for you? He’s tucking you in, brushing your hair behind your ear, whispering, “You okay, baby?” when he sees you retreat into yourself. He’s your safe space, and he loves being that for you.

GOD HELP YOU WHEN HE FLIRTS.. He thrives on making you blush. He’ll say something suggestive just to watch your brain short-circuit, then kiss your forehead and go, “Relax, sweetheart, just messin’ with ya.” (He’s not. He loves seeing you flustered.)

HE LEARNS HOW TO READ YOU LIKE A BOOK.. You don’t always say when you’re uncomfortable, but he knows. The second he sees you shifting awkwardly, playing with your sleeves, or avoiding eye contact? He’s immediately stepping in, guiding you out of the situation, pulling you close, or giving you a reassuring squeeze. “S’just us, sweetheart. You’re okay.”

HE ADORES HOW POLITE YOU ARE.. Like, you always say “thank you” when he does literally anything— opens a door, passes you something, even when he kills a monster like, “Thank you for saving me, De..” And he just snickers, ruffling your hair, “Sweetheart, it’s kinda my job, y’know?” But he secretly melts every time.

HE GIVES YOU SMALL BUT SWEET SURPRISES.. Dean isn’t big on grand gestures, but he’ll randomly pick up flowers for you after a hunt or get you something cute that reminded him of you. “Just thought you’d like it, sweetheart.”

HAND-HOLDING IS KEY.. At first, you’re too shy to reach for his hand, so he starts sneaking little touches, his pinky brushing against yours, his fingers ghosting over the back of your hand. And when you finally take his hand one day? Oh, this man smirks and squeezes tight. “Took ya long enough, sweetheart.”

CUDDLES ARE MANDATORY.. If you’re shy about initiating them, that’s fine; because Dean has zero hesitation. If you’re sitting next to him? He’s pulling you into his lap. If you’re lying down? He’s throwing an arm around you. And if you get all stiff and awkward, he just chuckles, “Relax, sweetheart. I ain’t lettin’ go.”

ABSOLUTELY LOSES IT WHEN YOU GET JEALOUS.. You wouldn’t dare say anything outright, but Dean notices. The way you suddenly go quiet, the little pout on your lips. Oh, he’s loving every second. He’ll lean down and whisper, “Aww, sweetheart, you jealous?” with the biggest grin. And when you deny it? He just laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “S’okay, baby, you got nothin’ to worry about. I’m all yours.”

LOVES WHEN YOU CLING TO HIM.. Like, if you grab onto his jacket or press up against his side in public? He’s thrilled. This man walks around like your personal bodyguard, keeping a hand on your waist, making sure everyone sees that you’re his.

WHEN YOU’RE SHY ABOUT BEING PHYSICAL, HE’S PATIENT.. At first, you’re not totally comfortable with PDA, so he makes sure to read the room. But once you start leaning into him, Dean gets SO excited. He’ll kiss your forehead and be like, “I’m the luckiest guy alive.”

HE MAKES YOU FEEL SAFE LIKE NO ONE ELSE EVER HAS.. The world is loud and overwhelming sometimes, but with Dean? It’s different. You know that as long as he’s around, you’re okay. And he makes sure you never forget that. “Ain’t nobody touchin’ you while I’m here, sweetheart.”

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[revelboo]

Carrying the pet headcanons

IDW Megatron x Reader, IDW Starscream x Reader, IDW Wheeljack x Reader, yeah, I’m not listing them all, but just how each mech handles/carries a human.

Starscream

• Carries you cradled against his chassis, servos curled partially around you. Tucks you inside his canopy if there are any other mechs about to hide you. He’s not exactly ashamed of you, more worried about you getting hurt to spite him. With how many enemies he’s made, he fully expects treachery. When he does allow you to ride on his shoulder, one big hand is always up, not touching you, but ready to grab you. It’s easy enough to tell he’s not the happiest with you perched there despite your insistence on being able to see. His wings stay aggressively up the whole time until you take pity on him to climb into his hand.

Thundercracker

• Doesn’t just grab you and it’s honestly adorable as he kneels and offers a huge hand to try and coax you to him like you might a stray dog. You’re pretty sure in his alien mind, you are a stray dog, but the novelty of not just being grabbed makes that realization more amusing than insulting. And his expression when you do willingly come to him to be picked up is too cute. He’s not above bribing you to him with little odds and ends he finds, including food of dubious origin.

Megatron

• Cages you carefully between his hands like a fragile moth he wants to inspect without hurting. For such a huge mech, he’s shockingly gentle with you. A lot of it is guilt, that dark tide constantly threatening to pull him under. Finds your presence soothing, but because of that same guilt, will pass you off to another caretaker given a chance. Can’t trust himself to not accidentally break you. He feels he definitely shouldn’t be entrusted with fragile things when all he’s good at is destruction. But he does love those quiet moments of contact, deserving of them or not.

Ratchet

• Picks you up to almost absentmindedly move you from getting under ped or if you’re just in his way while he’s working. He’s careful about how he handles you, but uncomfortable with just holding you like a favorite pet. Gets the award for being painfully awkward when he does have to carry you, because he’s sure you don’t enjoy being carried like a sparkling. He’s sure you resent it even if you never say a word. You don’t mind when it’s him picking you up. Those clever hands are so gentle with you and the longer he has to carry you, the more uncomfortable and gruff he gets.

Skywarp

• Absolute menace. Carries you like a toddler with their first kitten. One hand too tight around your middle as you hang upside down, because why carry you right side up when you change colors upside down? The more you struggle and swear, the funnier he finds it. Plus, he’s learning so many new, fun words and phrases to use. Most likely to accidentally, on purpose, drop you.

Whirl

• Not a lot better. He seizes you around the middle with one claw and carries you hanging awkwardly face down, arms and legs dangling and your hair in your face. Sometimes swings his arms, because your miserable groaning and complaints are too funny. Won’t hurt you intentionally despite acting like a jerk. Actually pretty protective of you and by his twisted logic, no one else is allowed to mess with you. Only him.

Wheeljack

• Doesn’t really carry you around unless there are other bots about. Honestly, isn’t sure how you feel about being picked up, but you’re so tiny compared to them and he gets anxious whenever he sees you walking in a hall with other Autobots. It doesn’t matter that he knows you’re in no danger. Those times, he makes a line straight for you, scooping you into his servos for your own safety. Half the time, he scares you silly because you hear running, heavy peds behind you, then you’re being grabbed. He means well and you appreciate how much he worries, but, really, you’re fine. The others see you. No one is going to step on you.

Soundwave

• Has a fondness for small things and even though you’re hardly one of his cassettes, will pick you up place you in his chest compartment if he finds you wandering about unsupervised. Being nabbed and dropped into the dark absolutely terrifies you at first, but you can see a dim glow in front of you and hear the hum of the big mech’s inner workings around you. It’s a surprise to both of you when you manage to fall asleep inside him. That cements it for him, he adopts you.

Bonus: Soundwave’s cassettes

• Frenzy seizes you around the middle under your arms and carries you around like a younger sibling, your toes dragging as you squirm to get away. Rumble would rather grab you by a leg and drag you kicking and protesting behind him just to see how long he can get away with it before Soundwave intervenes. As protective as the huge mech is, he’s surprisingly tolerant of his cassette’s mischief. You’re not being physically hurt? He’s allowing it. Cassetticons squabble- it’s how you set your boundaries. More than once, Lazerbeak has dive-bombed you, claws snagging the back of your shirt so he can lift you a foot or so up off the ground, because your terrified yelp sliding into angry swearing is too funny to him. May have dropped you once when your shirt just tears in his claws. Ravage prefers to nudge you along in the direction he wants you to go, but isn’t above carefully gripping your arm in his jaws to firmly tug you along if you’re resisting. Oddly enough, you grow resigned to your “older siblings” fast enough. You don’t really have a choice.

[rambling-at-midnight]

Almost-Accidents

Pairing: Jason Todd x fem!Reader

Summary: A situation in a grocery store parking lot turns aggressive. Jason protects you.

Word count: 1.9k

Potential TW for language and Jason punching a dude for calling you names

This just happened to me but I was alone. So I wrote this to make myself feel better about the situation via Jason Todd the loml.

While Jason puts the shopping cart away, you start the car. The backseat’s loaded up with groceries, more than it usually is, but a snowstorm kept the two of you hunkered down in your apartment last weekend and there just wasn’t time to shop during the week. But no matter how much you buy, you never have to go back for another trip. Jason can always carry it all—except for two or three bags, because you have to help out somehow.

As soon as he gets into the passenger seat and buckles his seatbelt, you put the car in reverse and ease up on the brakes slightly, inching out of your spot with your head turned behind you. You couldn’t pull through when you parked, unfortunately, and someone’s still blocking your way out, so you have to back up. It’s not an issue, even though you don’t have a backup camera; you have a working neck.

Halfway out of the spot, a man appears behind your car.

Your heart leaps, and your foot jumps to the brake pedal. The car jolts to a stop.

“Whoa!”

Instead of continuing on his way, or waving you forward, the man stops. He raises one hand and shouts something you can’t even hear over the sound of the blood rushing through your ears.

“What a fucking cocksucker,” Jason mutters. “Who walks right behind a car when it’s already pulling out?”

You hum in agreement but don’t say anything, a little scared that by moving, your foot will twitch on the brake pedal and you really will hit the man.

After another second, the man walks away, still talking loudly. It takes you a second to find the courage to keep pulling out, making extra certain that no one will leap out from behind you now.

It goes smoothly, and you put your car into ‘Drive’. The man’s still walking, pushing his cart down the lot aisle, and you drive past without revving your engine or shouting at him or doing anything aggressive… but you do, maybe, shake your head at him… and also maybe return the rude gesture he’d given you. After all, who does walk behind cars that are already in motion and yell at them when they brake? You hadn’t seen him. You didn’t hit him. So what?

There’s a stop sign to get onto the main road out of the parking lot. You ease to a stop in front of it with your turn signal on. There are a couple of cars passing, so you open up your hand for Jason to take and squeeze. You’re not an anxious driver, but close calls like that make you as nervous as they’d make anyone.

You spot motion in your side mirror.

Someone running.

Running at you.

It’s him, and he’s at your door before you can even think to lock it, shouting through the window that you’re a fucking idiot cunt that tried to run him over. You can’t even turn your head as the rushing in your ears gets worse. He’s still screaming. There’s still a line of cars blocking you from turning. What if he breaks your window? You can’t pay to have it replaced. Oh, God, what if he tries to sue? What if he gets you banned from your favorite grocery store? What if—

“Oh, that’s fucking it,” Jason snarls when the man shouts another insult, and he’s unbuckled and elbowing open the passenger door.

“Jay, don’t—” You lunge over the center console, but he’s already out of the car with the door left wide open, and by moving, your foot left the brake and your car inched forward.

You clench your jaw, throw the car in park, and scramble out of it in time to see your boyfriend in the asshole’s face growling, “—can’t yell at women because you’re a stupid fucking idiot. I ought to cut out your fucking tongue for what you said.”

“Jay, get back in the car,” you say as sternly as you can manage, but your voice and hands are trembling with adrenaline. There’s a line of cars behind you that also want to leave, and the road in front of you is finally clear. They’ll only be entertained by the spectacle for so long before they get impatient, and you don’t want to piss off anyone else today if this is the reaction you’ll get.

“She tried to hit me,” the jackass tries to argue, because he’s an idiot that either hasn’t realized he’s picking a fight with a pissed-off 6’4 amateur boxer (that’s what you call his nighttime gig to people that aren’t in the know) or just doesn’t care.

“No, she didn’t, she braked as soon as she saw you, and if you’re so sensitive a gust of fucking wind is enough to piss you off to the point you’re chasing her and screaming through a window, then you’re about to be real fuckin’ hurt with what I do to you if you don’t fuck off now.”

The jackass gets the gist, but his pride won’t allow him to leave without one last stab: he sneers at you, and flicks you off, and that’s the last straw for Jason’s temper.

Faster than you can blink, your boyfriend’s fist lays the jackass out flat.

“Did you break his jaw?” you ask, staring at the weakly stirring body on the ground.

“Don’t think so.” Jason shakes out his right hand, wincing. “Damn, that always hurts more without my gloves or tape.”

“Damn,” you echo, staring at the man, a little disappointed that the confrontation happened when Jason’s in civilian clothes and not allowed to shoot people dead willy-nilly.

“I’m driving,” he says firmly. Your keys are still in the ignition, so he walks you around the vehicle—you wave your apologies to the line of cars, but the two people you can see in the car directly behind you look riveted instead of annoyed—helps you into the passenger seat, and shuts it gently behind you. He drops down into the driver’s seat, whips your car out of the lot, and the store is far behind you in seconds.

Jason’s still flexing his hand subtly, like he doesn’t want you to notice. You interlace your fingers with his, then lift his reddened knuckles to your lips. You hold them there, relishing the steadiness in his hands when yours are so shaky. For once, his hands don’t smell like gunpowder. He protected you with his bare fists. Not that there’s anything wrong with using guns, but something about punching the man… using nothing but his own pure strength to protect you…

If only you could control your adrenaline like he does, but despite it all, you’re pragmatic; you’ll always fly rather than fight.

He pulls into your apartment building’s parking lot smoothly. When he parks, you say lowly, “That wasn’t my fault, was it?” You don’t think it was, but you want to make sure.

“Fuck no,” Jason says immediately. “That dude was an asshole. He deserved what he got and worse.”

“There are probably cameras in that lot,” you say nervously. “It’s a crime to try to hit someone with a car. Or to punch them.”

“Sure, it’s a crime to run someone over,” he says calmly, folding both his hands over yours, “but that’s not what you were doing. And yeah, I punched him. For harassing you. If there are any cameras, they’ll see him yelling and chasing us down. I’m not worried about the cops—honey, my dad’s Bruce fucking Wayne. You think there’s a court in Gotham that would convict me? Or you?”

You nod. All that makes sense. But you still can’t stop replaying the encounter in your head. “I shouldn’t have flipped him off.”

“Hun.” Jason takes your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, tilts it up until you’re forced to meet his bright green gaze straight on. “This is Gotham. The only reason someone isn’t flipping someone else off is if they don’t have a middle finger. Besides, you can do whatever you like—he shouldn’t have chased you down. That was harassment. Do you understand?”

“Yeah,” you mutter. It’s too much to keep looking into his eyes, so you turn your head and look out the window, for some reason abruptly feeling the urge to cry.

“I should’ve fuckin’ shot him,” Jason says.

You whirl back around. “What?”

He frowns, revealing the line between his brows. His lower lip juts out as his thumb swipes over the stress lines on your forehead. “For making you upset. No one does that and lives, not in my city.”

Despite how shitty and scared you feel, Jason always makes you smile. That’s one of the many reasons you love him.

“C’mon.” He jerks his head. “Let’s get home.”

This time, he doesn’t allow you to carry a single bag. The elevator ride to your floor has never felt so long.

As soon as the two of you are inside your apartment, he drops the bags and scoops you up. His hold is almost tight enough to crack your ribs. “Jason!” you squeak. His arms are so tight you can’t even wriggle yours out to hug him back. “Jay, the ice cream will melt!”

“Like I give a shit,” he mumbles. “You’re more important.” He lets go with one hand, but his grip with the other doesn’t even falter. That’s how strong he is. That’s how much force he used to protect you today.

That hand cradles the back of your head, because he can be gentle and good, too, as he draws you down into a sweet kiss. You breathe into it, eyes fluttering closed. The tension in your body finally drains out, because nothing can be wrong when Jason is here, when Jason is holding you. He’ll never let anything bad happen to you. You kiss until you can’t think of anything else but this moment and Jason, his devotion, your devotion to him, the apartment you share and call a safe haven from the rest of the world.

Jason pulls back and you make a sound of protest, but it’s just to say, “You’re perfect,” his lips brushing yours with the shape of the words, before he dives back in.

Your back hits the mattress, and you realize that somehow he carried you to the bedroom without your notice. Without breaking the kiss, he climbs on top of the bed, too. But though the kiss is deep, the way he holds you is tender, and you know that what he’s looking for is what you’re looking for, too. There’s no urgency to the way his lips move against yours, and when you pull away to gasp for air, his arms around you squeeze. All of a sudden you’re completely surrounded by pure Jason Todd, and you couldn’t feel safer. You clutch his shirt in your hands, curl against his chest, and breathe in your boyfriend. Until you met Jason, you didn’t know it was possible for someone to smell like protection, but he’s so consumed by it that it bleeds out of every pore. As long as he lives, and probably after, nothing bad will happen to anyone he loves.

It’s the reassurance you need.

His strong limbs hold you until the urge to shake leaves. It wasn’t even a violent encounter, not like he experiences nightly, and you’re a little embarrassed that it shook you so much. But you can’t help but think—what if Jason wasn’t there? What if you were alone? What if things went wrong?

But Jason was there.

He’ll always be there for you.

“I love you,” you mutter into his chest.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I love you more than anything.”

He holds you.

You’re safe.

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THE DEGREE IN THE SIGNS.

THE DEGREE IN THE PLANETS.

THE DEGREE IN THE HOUSES.

♱ the 1° is the first degree to belong to a sign, which is aries. this degree specifically means being in unity for something, being a singular, and individual and being the divine. it speaks of the possibilities that can be reached, taking control of the future and embracing changes, where you are innovative, in risk and doubtful. it is a degree of the universe and being a trendsetter.

what does it mean when the 1° occurs a lot in a chart?

person needs to become independent, might depend on other people too much and takes time to learn lessons on their own. the native is bright, and charismatic and need to be unafraid to take the jump when it comes to new opportunities. person has to be unafraid to try new things.

THE 1° IN THE SIGNS

♱ 1° in aries - pioneers, trend-setters, dare-devils. they're willing to grab any opportunity they come across, they see the potential in themselves and everything along with other people. they're confident but can be very arrogant and even too violent/aggressive. they like to take the control of their lives, hate it when other people tell them what to do.

♱ 1° in taurus - divine beauty, can be stubborn to embrace changes, this could make them be considered as bratty people. could over-spend and are likely good at cooking, unique way of creating/embracing art. independency with money, possessive as well.

♱ 1° in gemini - can be very mean people, could make people do whatever they want. pretty hands and trendy people. though they might follow the crowd too much and be very anxious. intrusive thoughts and doing things impulsively, indicator of being popular online. beautiful siblings or children.

♱ 1° in cancer - protective over family, willing to do anything for them. a momager, or has one. sometimes can be lazy; could come from a well-off family or could make it happen for theirs. could be the first to move out or could move out really young. great mother, and doing something different to what family expected. emotional outbursts.

♱ 1° in leo - very arrogant and prideful people. known for something specific. can be very optimistic and wise. likes to be challenged, and challenges a lot of people, could change a lot, and has much passion for stuff, the type to make their passion into a job and can succeed.

♱ 1° in virgo - has many skills, being very competitive, can be honest people and very anxious. can achieve success in many ways/work-fields. sport/health oriented and can be religious. the type to realise their destiny is their own, and other people might find it hard to have the native with this degree listen to them. spiritual healing is important.

♱ 1° in libra - dresses like a goddess, like to be spoiled. generous and gentle, likes to please people and be liked by others. a popular person in their friendship group, popular in general. likes to feel like they belong into a friendship group. learning how to be dependent on themselves.

♱ 1° in scorpio - generous. could lead or join a cult, a magician, a survivor, being a successful person, wealthy. other people might copy them a lot. they inspire a lot of people. they're popular and magnetic. can be obsessed with wealth, the type to betray others over it.

♱ 1° in sagittarius - creative people, other people could look up to them. divine knowledge, can be very stubborn, active and direct. likes to be the centre of attention, could get in trouble a lot and can doubt beliefs, specifically systematic religion.

♱ 1° in capricorn - owning a company, very intelligent and clever. being a leader, the oldest relative/sibling. confident, might have authority doubt them and their beliefs. they oversee a lot of stuff, they could sometimes feel like they have the entire world on their shoulders.

♱ 1° in aquarius - innovative and unique people. popular people in their group, the face of a group. successful and wealthy people. intuitive/psychic people. known online or in a community. first to do stuff and having others follow their ideas. divine knowledge.

♱ 1° in pisces - very magical people. psychic dreams and divine energy, can be very insecure and doubtful. sacrifices a lot and strong ancestors/ancestry. believes in strong principles and morals, and can be people who can be lazy and care free.

THE 1° IN PLANETS

♇ 1° in sun - definitely being someone who gets much attention, and can be unsure with what they want to do in life, they inspire other people to creative. having divine aura and likely can have a respect father figure, or they're the person who is respected, can be given lots of opportunities. native can be explosive.

♇ 1° in moon - beautiful people. intuitive/psychic people. "divine woman" and divine wisdom. might follow the heart too much. can be explosive and has unpredictable feelings. beauty spots and having the need to belong to a tribe.

♇ 1° in mercury - very straight-forward people. can be excellent at marketing, and are popular people online if they try. can adapt to new situations easily and might have the habit of speaking over people, loud relatives and a clair. can be very articulate.

♇ 1° in venus - normally the one to initiate the first move. other people could want to copy their style or their beauty. likes to make money and be around friends. face of the beauty standard/conventional beauty, divine beauty but could get insecure easily. can do risky stuff related to beauty like botched surgery. likely to have envious friends. can imply of having a beautiful spouse.

♇ 1° in mars - explosive anger, likely to get into arguments with men/the same sex. very competitive and are likely to get into accidents, be careful with cars! though could have an infatuation with cars. "you only live once" attitude and can be very confident and controlling. can be aggressive as well, depending on the aspects. can imply having a beautiful husband.

♇ 1° in jupiter - very creative people, innovative and directors. could have a God-complex, could be worshipped or could worship others. can be someone with a strong belief/moral system. could have a high horse and can be someone who takes control of their lives. can make many possibilities for themselves and can be very direct.

♇ 1° in saturn - could like to be alone. leader of other people. owning a business. politicians/strong political views. struggle to believe in themselves and being someone who has controlling authority figures around them. can be one themselves; respected people.

♇ 1° in uranus - first to do something and could appear as other-worldly to other people, whether it be aura or features. something about them stands out. popular friendship group, unpredictable/doing stuff on the whim. psychic people. car racing, likely to embrace changes or bring them to other people.

♇ 1° in neptune - clairvoyant or has another clairy. always in their mind. maladaptive day-dreamer. doubts themselves a lot. beautiful person, can get walked over, can be someone who is one with the universe. can be unsure with how they look, very dreamy people.

♇ 1° in pluto - fiery person and mean. possessive and has a specific life path. always aiming for opportunities and can be someone who can be arrogant and conceited. stubborn to embrace changes but life is working hard for them to listen and go through stuff. much influence and popularity. could be prone to accidents.

♇ 1° in north node - very bright path. fame indicator. first to accomplish something. hot-headed. scars on the face and distinct features and can be someone who likes to be dominant. they see the potential of other people, the type to take on any path they want.

♇ 1° in black moon lilith - could be known for something specific, can be hated on. could surprise everyone by doing better than expected. slut-shamed and having dangerous beauty. Dark Goddess like beauty. vengeful and can be against authority. indicator of from rags to riches.

THE 1° IN THE HOUSES

♱ 1° in the first house - divine beauty, structured faces and prominent cheekbones. confident person, sees possibilities every where and can be an opportunist and innovative. they can be very head-strong as well. taking direction of their own lives.

♱ 1° in the second house - beauty indicator, always finding a way to make money. family-oriented, can adapt to different financial changes, nice/divine singing voices. great money-makers.

♱ 1° in the third house - main sibling/cousin, pretty relatives and pleasing or direct voices. might have a lot of siblings/cousins. might've had to change schools a lot. popular on the internet, nice nails ideas. but can be hesitant when it comes to do things. but can sometimes say whatever is on their mind.

♱ 1° in the fourth house - main family member. mother is top-dog or doubts herself. native could get embarrassed easily. religious/active family. supportive family and can sometimes be the black sheep family member. beautiful home, could be ancient or historic.

♱ 1° in the fifth house - performers. karmic children and love life. broadway or influencer. beautiful children and also someone who is generous and sympathetic. ego can get them into trouble, main child in the family, could be someone who wants everything.

♱ 1° in the sixth house - competitive people or has competitive enemies. can be someone who is spiritual/religious. can be a person who wants to make it, can be someone who is anxious. could doubt their own skills, might change workspaces a lot, loves/close to pets. could live a risky life or do a risky job.

♱ 1° in the seventh house - risky relationships. can be an insecure person. someone who gets hesitant with relationships, likely to believe in soul-mates. successful spouse and being someone who wears the pants in the relationship. could be obsessed with romance. can easily get partnerships, could like to feel like they belong somewhere.

♱ 1° in the eighth house - be careful with finances and drugs. could be obsessed with sex. can find out secrets/information about other people easily. can change their life around easily, could be protective over friendship groups, over themselves. could have religious psychosis; lucid dreams and shifting. likely to be in a cult.

♱ 1° in the ninth house - cult indicator. can be a leader or preacher for/to others. having adventures around the world and can teach people new information. parent might've been a priest and could be very spiritual and taking life in their own hands. could have unique opinions and can be someone who appreciates other religions ad cultures.

♱ 1° in the tenth house - having a career they want and not following what other people want them to do. ceo energy and competition in the work-space. much responsibilities and can be the face of a company or a product. any career can suit them, they're confident but needs to learn how to take the leap of faith.

♱ 1° in the eleventh house - internet famous. loved on the internet and can be people who are seen as a Goddess or teacher. can be seen as someone who starts new trends. unpredictable future, unsure of what to do. finds new way to make more money or friends. karmic/soulmate friends, but could be paranoid of them.

♱ 1° in the twelfth house - spiritual psychosis. anxious person. mind can be their own enemy or even fame. manifestors and feels like they have to teach or protect everyone. hesitant people. another indicator of shifting and lucid dream; can be a victim of bulling. expressive eyes. can stall a lot.

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How do I write basic movements, I'm not a native speaker so it gets hard for me to define basic bodily movements. Even if it's as simple as reaching out and taking something off the counter

Facial expressions, gestures, and eye gaze are often identified as the 3 major types of body language, but other aspects such as posture and personal distance can also be used to convey information.

A few common gestures & their possible meanings:

Pursed lips. Tightening the lips might be an indicator of distaste, disapproval, or distrust.

Lip biting. People sometimes bite their lips when they are worried, anxious, or stressed.

Covering the mouth. When people want to hide an emotional reaction, they might cover their mouths in order to avoid displaying smiles or smirks.

Turned up or down. Slight changes in the mouth can also be subtle indicators of what a person is feeling. When the mouth is slightly turned up, it might mean that the person is feeling happy or optimistic. On the other hand, a slightly down-turned mouth can be an indicator of sadness, disapproval, or even an outright grimace.

A clenched fist can indicate anger in some situations or solidarity in others.

A thumbs up and thumbs down are often used as gestures of approval and disapproval.

The "okay" gesture, made by touching together the thumb and index finger in a circle while extending the other three fingers can be used to mean "okay" or "all right." In some parts of Europe, however, the same signal is used to imply you are nothing. In some South American countries, the symbol is actually a vulgar gesture.

The V sign, created by lifting the index and middle finger and separating them to create a V-shape, means peace or victory in some countries. In the United Kingdom and Australia, the symbol takes on an offensive meaning when the back of the hand is facing outward.

Crossed arms might indicate that a person feels defensive, self-protective, or closed-off.

Standing with hands placed on the hips can be an indication that a person is ready and in control, or it can also possibly be a sign of aggressiveness.

Clasping the hands behind the back might indicate that a person is feeling bored, anxious, or even angry.

Rapidly tapping fingers or fidgeting can be a sign that a person is bored, impatient, or frustrated.

Crossed legs can indicate that a person is feeling closed-off or in need of privacy.

Open posture involves keeping the trunk of the body open and exposed. This type of posture indicates friendliness, openness, and willingness.

Closed posture involves hiding the trunk of the body often by hunching forward and keeping the arms and legs crossed. This type of posture can be an indicator of hostility, unfriendliness, and anxiety.

The term proxemics, coined by anthropologist Edward T. Hall, refers to the distance between people as they interact.

Just as body movements and facial expressions can communicate a great deal of nonverbal information, so can the physical space between individuals.

Hall described 4 levels of social distance that occur in different situations:

Intimate Distance: 6 to 18 inches. This level of physical distance often indicates a closer relationship or greater comfort between individuals. It usually occurs during intimate contact such as hugging, whispering, or touching.

Personal Distance: 1.5 to 4 feet. Physical distance at this level usually occurs between people who are family members or close friends. The closer the people can comfortably stand while interacting can be an indicator of the level of intimacy in their relationship.

Social Distance: 4 to 12 feet. This level of physical distance is often used with individuals who are acquaintances. With someone you know fairly well, such as a co-worker you see several times a week, you might feel more comfortable interacting at a closer distance. In cases where you do not know the other person well, such as a postal delivery driver you only see once a month, a distance of 10 to 12 feet may feel more comfortable.

Public Distance: 12 to 25 feet. Physical distance at this level is often used in public speaking situations. Talking in front of a class full of students or giving a presentation at work are good examples of such situations.

Source ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs ⚜ Some Additional Resources:

Anatomical Movements

Types of Body Movements

Human Body Movements

Hope this helps with your writing! Definitely have trouble with this at times as well.

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Protective Instincts: Ateez

Summary: Your best friend shows his possessive nature when another man harasses you

Warnings: Misogynistic comments, intimidation, threats of violence, if I missed anything lmk

The final installment of Protective Instincts!

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Kim Hongjoong

Oh captain, my captain. Atiny knows that ninety five percent of the time, Hongjoong is such a sweetheart. But that last five percent? He’s the fucking master of predator eyes. That intimidating aura works so well for him on stage. Normally when it’s directed at us, it’s light-hearted and doesn’t really have much weight behind it. But on the off chance that he’s truly angry, it’s the scariest thing to see.

You’re beyond relieved that you’ve never been on the receiving end of his glare. Not that Hongjoong could ever be that upset with you. Honestly, his members are a little jealous. But even they get a watered-down version of his intimidation factor. He doesn’t want to scare the people he cares about. Although, he’s more than willing to go all-in when someone is making you uncomfortable. One pleading look from you has him crossing the room in an instant, sliding right up to pull you against his side. The relief that fills your chest is coupled with a blush rising to your cheeks and you have to actively ignore the way his hand falls so naturally to your hip. The guy that was relentlessly flirting two seconds ago is rendered speechless from the malice hidden under the surface of Hongjoong’s smile. While the dude flounders for an excuse, you peek up at Hongjoong. From your angle, that glare makes butterflies erupt in your stomach, which worsen significantly when he glances down at you with a warm softness in his eyes. You don’t even notice the other guy leave until Hongjoong asks if you’re okay. You nod, a little shaky but you’re clearly relaxing now that the other guy is gone. Hongjoong’s grin turns genuinely bright when you immediately agree to stick by him for the rest of the night. You assume that he’s going to put a bit of distance between you now, seeing as he generally dislikes skinship. You’re surprised he’s even kept you pressed to his side for this long. You’re proven wrong when he slides his thumb into your belt loop, letting his hand relax while keeping you close. He may have thoroughly confused you, but you’re just savoring the moment along with how warm he is. Damn, and he smells good. Wooyoung wiggles his eyebrows at you from across the room. You resist the urge to fan your face while tuning back into the conversation in front of you. Hongjoong makes it difficult to concentrate, and he knows it.

Park Seonghwa

Seonghwa doesn’t seek out confrontation. He’s easy to get along with, so he has no need to waste energy being angry for no reason. That’s until someone messes with the people he loves. When that happens, Seonghwa has no qualms about returning the energy. You’re at a fairly large party, which already makes you anxious. You’ve been floating around the groups of idols and non-idols alike, mostly listening to whichever Ateez member is closest to you. At the moment, you’re alone. You have no idea where any of the boys went, and you didn’t want to ruin their fun, so you leaned against the wall in a way you hoped looked casual. The universe has a cruel sense of humor. You’re already jittery and worried about looking weird. And yet in the worst, most twisted joke possible, your fucking high school bully walks into the room. This girl made your life absolute hell just for the fun of it, and now she’s walking toward you with a shit-eating grin. She stops in front of you and the guy she’s with drapes his arm across her shoulders. You cross your arms and shrink in on yourself as she passive-aggressively points out every one of your insecurities. It’s been years but you still don’t know how to tell her to shut the fuck up. Luckily for you, Seonghwa seems to have a sixth sense for when your mood drops. He appears at your side out of nowhere right as she asks how you got into this ‘exclusive’ party, stunning her when he answers by saying he invited you. He effortlessly brushes off her rude comments about you, countering them with a plethora of compliments that redden your cheeks. The final nail in the coffin comes when he switches his intense stare to the guy next to your bully. Without even acknowledging her, he says that she should tell her boyfriend to keep his eyes to himself. Before either of them can react, Seonghwa turns back to her and, with a sly grin, brags about how lucky he is to have you. Her jaw drops while Seonghwa leads you out of the room with a hand resting on your lower back. As you approach the rest of the group, he leans down and whispers that you’ll be having a talk when you get home (wink).

Jeong Yunho

Who needs offense when you have such good defense? You certainly don’t. Not when you can just hide behind Yunho and practically disappear. However, you’re not usually the one that initiates this little routine. Nah, that would be all on Yunho. If he thinks someone is standing a little too close for comfort, he’ll tug you closer to his side by your belt loop. If he thinks a creep is trying to peek under your skirt, he’ll gently maneuver you to stand in front of him. He’s pretty much your one-man protection squad, so much so that you’re hardly ever aware of the issue in the first place. But now you’re rushing over to him with some dude two steps behind you. Yunho’s on high alert the moment you step behind him and grip the back of his hoodie. His look of concern shifts to anger once he sees the tears brimming in your eyes. He offers his hand to you, feeling a primal sense of satisfaction despite the situation when you instantly latch on to him. The guy that followed you is trying to lean around Yunho, but is shoved back by the idol’s free hand. He stares the stranger down while asking you what happened. You quietly tell him that this guy grabbed your arm after you declined a date. He tilts his head and forcefully asks the guy why he was bothering you, his girlfriend. You can’t see the man’s reaction, but you hear his scoff before he goes off on a rant about how you were ‘such a bitch’ and that you should’ve just said you were taken. You cautiously take half a step to the side so you can watch for the guy’s next move. And this asshole tries to push past Yunho?! What, did he think the tiny sliver of your body showing was an opportunity? An invitation? For a moment you’re afraid of the guy . There was nothing to worry about, though, since Yunho shields your body with his own, dropping his hands protectively against your hips as he borderline growls for the guy to back the fuck up. The guy actually listens, albeit with an obscene amount of attitude. Once he’s gone, Yunho pulls you to stand in front of him and you are more than happy to comply. Especially when he’s pressed flush against your back with his arms around your shoulders. 

Kang Yeosang

Another pretty face, deep voice double kill. Yeosang has a whole goodie bag full of unexpected ways he’s intimidating. Anyone that knows Yeosang knows that he hardly ever fights back. He lets his members manhandle him, he let Wooyoung steal his corndog, and he generally just doesn’t give a shit. Atiny is shouting from the rooftops for Yeosang to use those bigass biceps to stand up for himself, but he doesn’t really need to cus he trusts his members. If he asks them to stop doing something, they will. This does not apply to strangers, especially when said stranger is hitting on you relentlessly. He’s not one to step in right away, since he knows you can handle yourself for the most part. When you look at him with a face that screams ‘this is so annoying please help’, he’s quick to attach himself to your side. On his way over, Yeosang drops his hoodie on the back of a chair so that when he crosses his arms and tilts his head at the strange man, his full physique is on display. You’re distracted by his arms because holy shit, the compression shirt. Are you drooling? You might be, to be perfectly honest, but Yeosang ignores it (for now) in favor of interrogating the guy that’s been harassing you. His regular speaking voice isn’t that deep, but he drops it an octave as he asks this rando who he is and why he’s bothering you. The guy stutters over an answer and Yeosang catches you completely off guard when he pulls you closer by your hip and tells the dude to stop bothering his girlfriend. You’re stuck processing the fact that Yeosang initiated skinship and said the two of you were dating, so you don’t even notice the other guy scurry away. You also don’t notice the way your jaw slightly drops until Yeosang gently closes it with a finger under your chin and a smug grin on his face. You’re certain he can feel how warm the sudden flush made you, but he obviously doesn’t care since he doesn’t look like he’s moving anytime soon. You’re left struggling to avoid staring while he chats with some of his other friends. He’s not making it easy. You can’t prove it, but you swear he’s flexing on purpose. 

Choi San

San knows when something’s off even before you do. He’s a protector by nature. He’s constantly looking out for you and his members and is usually one of the first to swoop in and help. This applies heavily when you’re involved. San is part of the demon line for a reason. Don’t fucking mess with him or the people he cares about. You’re regretting your decision to ask San for help at the gym. Every goddamn set ends with him telling you to do one more like four times. You listen, obviously, but you’re shooting daggers at him between sets as you hunch over to catch your breath. The whole time, San’s been laughing at your dramatics and giving you plenty of encouragement. But he’s also been keeping a wary eye on a man that’s been coincidentally doing all of the same exercises you were doing. Coincidence, my ass. This guy has been blatantly checking you out for the better part of an hour and it’s leaving a bad taste in San’s mouth. The man hasn’t tried anything, probably because of the dirty looks being sent his way by San, but that doesn’t mean it’ll stay like that. San is keeping you close to both deter the guy and keep you oblivious. If he can avoid bringing the other man to your attention, he will. There’s no need for added stress. San feels it in his gut that the creep will try something if you’re alone, so when you have to use the bathroom, he begrudgingly agrees. Does he want to walk you over? Yes. Does he have a justifiable reason to do so? Well, yeah. But he doesn’t want to tell you because he doesn’t want to make you anxious anymore than you already are. The gym makes you nervous sometimes. The ‘we don’t judge’ slogan doesn’t always go into practice. Anyway, he’s right. San only looked at his phone for a fucking minute and the dude seized the opportunity, ambushing you as you stepped out of the restroom. This man doesn’t get a single word out before San yanks him away from you by the back of his shirt. Any and all arguments die in the guy’s throat when he sees 1, the terrifying glare on San’s face and 2, the amount of raw power San obviously has in his muscles. The guy pulls an ‘oh sorry thought you were someone else!’ and speed-walks away. You question San, but he tells you not to worry about it as he steers you back to your workout with a hand on your lower back. 

Song Mingi

Another wonderful hiding spot! Unlike Yunho, Mingi doesn’t always notice the little interactions that could make you uncomfortable. You and Mingi are both painfully oblivious most of the time. If neither of you ever actually see the creepy behavior, that means it doesn’t exist! Perfect logic. Until an old man is blatantly and grossly loud with his comments. Apparently the world is this man’s diary, cus he’s just saying everything that crosses his mind. Mind you, this is a quiet cafe. There’s literally no reason to be borderline shouting, especially since there are kids at a nearby tabe. The old man is eyeing you up while he talks about the fun you could have with an ‘experienced man’. You cringe and shrink in on yourself, crossing your arms to try and cover the sliver of skin showing between your shirt and pants. Oh. Oh fuck no. Mingi is not about to stand there and listen to this bullshit. In any other situation, being cornered would put you in fight or flight mode. But this is Mingi. He always has your best interest in mind. You trust him with your life, and vice versa. Mingi backs up, forcing you to do the same until you’re in the corner of the cafe with him acting as a human shield. The old man immediately turns on Mingi, now fully shouting profanities and growing increasingly aggressive. Mingi’s glare turns scary and snaps at the guy to shut the fuck up. The man is momentarily shocked into silence, but it’s more than enough time for the shy barista to speak up. She tells him to leave or she’ll call the cops, and luckily the man listens. Mingi’s face softens as he thanks the barista and apologizes to the mom and her kids for his language. The barista throws a free pastry in with your coffee order. You can tell that Mingi is still angry as you walk down the street. After mulling it over for a few seconds, you grab his hand and suggest going to a nearby park to relax. He perks up and tugs you toward the park while you giggle at his quick mood flip. He sits under a big tree and maneuvers you so you’re sitting between his legs. Mingi dives enthusiastically into a detailed description of his most recent Valorant match with Yunho. You smile and nod in all the right places, but you’re internally freaking out. Which is totally understandable, to be honest.

Jung Wooyoung

I don’t know how it’s possible, but Wooyoung is somehow passive-aggressive and plain aggressive at the same time. The sass level is off the charts. It doesn’t matter if it’s a guy or a girl bothering you, he’s stepping in and putting them in their place. The two of you are doing one of the best boring day activities: wandering the mall, window shopping, and getting yourselves a little treat. You drift away from Wooyoung as the two of you browse a small comic shop. You’re skimming the blurb on the back of a sci-fi novel, minding your own damn business, when this random girl waltzes right up to you and strikes up a conversation. Okay, you weren’t expecting this much social interaction, but she’s so excited to be gushing about the book you’re holding. Her face drops a little when you tell her you’ve never heard of the series before, but she brushes past it and starts praising the author and their writing style. She stops in the middle of her sentence to scrunch her eyebrows at the keychain hanging on your cross-body bag. It’s a drawing of wooyonyang sealed in acrylic, but it’s not one sold on the KQ website. Wooyoung had it specially made as a birthday gift last year, and he drew his Aniteez counterpart himself. It wasn’t a very good drawing, but you cherished it dearly. It seems this girl is an Atiny cus she’s now interrogating you about the keychain and where you got it. You try to deflect it by saying it was a gift, but she’s persistent and asks who got it for you and if they got it off Etsy. You don’t want to say it’s from Wooyoung. For one thing, you don’t want to give any hints about his personal life, but you also don’t want this girl to try and get to him through you. The girl looks at something behind you and her jaw drops. You turn to see the man himself inspecting a figurine a few feet away. He must’ve felt your stare, since he glances over at you and waves. The moment his attention is back on the figure, this girl turns aggressive. She’s in your face, calling you a whore while poking your chest with an accusatory finger. You have absolutely no idea what to do. Luckily, you don’t have to do anything. Wooyoung hears the insults being thrown at you and drops the figure back on the shelf. He comes up behind you so he can press himself as close as physically possible with his chest to your back. You’re used to hugs from him, but this one feels different as his arms wrap possessively around your waist. He squishes his cheek against yours and in a deceptively sweet voice, asks the starstruck girl why she’s insulting you. She blinks once, twice, then furrows her eyebrows. Her attitude drops and she’s wondering why it matters. Oh, it fucking matters. Wooyoung, with all the confidence in the world, looks this girl dead in the eye and tells her not to fuck with his girlfriend. She leaves so fast you half expected a trail of smoke to follow her. You wiggle out of Wooyoung’s hold to glare at him, scolding him since that girl will probably spread around the rumor. He shrugs, smirks at you, then grabs your hand to drag you out of the store. He loudly interrupts your argument, saying he doesn’t care. Let the rumor spread. Jung Wooyoung, you have some goddamn explaining to do, but it doesn’t look like that’s happening anytime soon.

Choi Jongho

To the public, Jongho typically appears serious and mature, with shining moments of humor. To you and the rest of Ateez, Jongho is like his Aniteez counterpart: a big, fluffy, adorable teddy bear. He’s physically one of the strongest members, but since he’s also the youngest, he still gets doted on despite his protests. He pretends to be annoyed by it, but he loves his members and truly appreciates how much they care about him. He’s not affectionate, even if Wooyoung does try to kiss his cheek daily, but he shows his love in other ways. This is usually with acts of service, words of affirmation, and the occasional hug. Those hugs are a little more than ‘occasional’ when it comes to you. The older members tease him whenever he lets his cuteness aggression for you win. Listen, he likes squishing your cheeks, okay? You always scrunch up your nose when he does, and it only makes him want to bite your cheek. Platonically, of course (suuure). Long story short, he cares fiercely and uses his strengths to his advantage when someone is making you uncomfortable. It wasn’t uncommon for you to hang around at the KQ studio. It’s still a smaller company, so you’re familiar with most of the employees. Even if you don’t know them well, you can still recognize everyone’s faces. Today when you walk in, there’s a new face amongst the backup dancers. You greet everyone and take your usual seat on the floor between a cabinet and the soundboard. You like to tuck yourself away while they rehearse so you don’t get in anyone’s way, even though Hongjoong has reassured you numerous times you’re not in the way. Practice is going like normal and everyone is taking a water break. Little cliques form around the room with one person breaking away from the rest. The new guy, whose name you still don’t know, stands directly in front of you. He literally talks down to you, since he refuses to sit or crouch to be on your level. Your neck cranes uncomfortably as you try to figure out what the fuck he’s going on about. One second he’s saying how complicated the choreography is, the next he’s asking for your number. Typical. You politely decline and turn back to your phone, only to jolt from him kicking your shoe. You whip your head up, ready to curse him out, but falter at his sinister grin. He’s blatantly trying to look down your shirt and you hug your knees to your chest. His comments are getting increasingly aggressive, making you curl further into yourself. He’s looming with a hand on the wall above you, pretty much caging you in. He opens his mouth again, probably to call you a bitch for turning down a nice guy like him, but a hand roughly pulls him back by his shoulder. The dancer’s body is replaced with Jongho’s and you sag in relief. Jongho has his back to you, which means you have to force yourself to focus on the conversation and not his ass. He doesn’t need to say anything to the dancer. A glare and one eyebrow raising is enough to make the dancer retreat with his tail tucked between his legs. Jongho shares a knowing look with Hongjoong. The captain nods and silently leaves the room to speak with the manager of the backup dancers. With that taken care of, Jongho turns and crouches in front of you. He reaches out, and you automatically brace yourself for more face squeezes. You’re pleasantly surprised when he gently brushes his knuckles across your cheek, giving you a soft smile before he returns to practice. You watch him walk away with a flush rising on your face. You can tell by their shit eating grins that Mingi and Wooyoung are about to tease Jongho, but Seonghwa stops them with a pinch to their ribs and a sharp look. Not this time. Not when Jongho is so obviously satisfied with himself.

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The air was different with Cass, now. Danny felt a little anxious as he followed her to the study after breakfast. Something about her was serious-determined-protective. 

She always felt protective towards him. That was why he'd followed her in the first place. Some ghosts lied, but they couldn't do it with their aura. He knew what she really felt for him. 

“Sit?” She asked him. She gestured at the big squashy chair. Danny did without complaint. Cass perched behind him and started dragging her fingers through his hair, relaxing him.

Man. She was good at this. Top tier mothering, right here. Danny went limp. 

“I'm worried,” Cass broke the silence. She didn't sound worried. She never really did. Her voice was quiet and serious, but still kind. Her thumbs dug into his scalp. He pushed his head back against it. Bliss. “Barbara made you sad. Because you miss your sister?”

Danny tensed. 

‘I should have figured that Batman would track me down.’

Maybe he had known, if he was honest with himself. It didn't hit him like a shock.

“Tim thinks your name is Fenton,” she added, brutally sensible as always. And yup, that was it. No point in denying it. “Declared dead. In danger?”

He sucked in air through his teeth. He wasn't going to lie to her. 

“Worried,” she repeated. 

He thought about it. He really did. Danny bit his lip. 

She was liminal. That probably meant she'd come really close to death, in at least one sense of the word. Would that mean she was desensitized to it, or extra paranoid?

…It was hard to imagine Cass over or under reacting to a possible danger. She was just so steady. But would she see him as a possible danger if she knew what he was, what he really was? 

He could feel it out before he took a plunge with the whole truth.

Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was invasive. She didn't seem to realize that she was liminal. That meant she definitely didn't realize how much she was communicating to him under her words and gestures. 

But Danny deliberately tuned into her quiet aural communication and tested the waters. “Tim is right, I'm Danny Fenton,” he said. He knew he was too tense. She would definitely feel it. But what could he do about that? He was nervous. “I… Maybe I did die.”

Her heart dropped to her stomach. He could feel the crush of grief on her heart. 

But it didn’t wash away the thudding repetition of love-protect-my darling. There was no suspicion, no guilt, no fear. It was just pain for his sake, with no calculation about how to solve a sudden problem. 

God. He wanted so badly for that to have been how his parents reacted. His eyes started to sting.

Danny sniffled. He thought it was safe to tell her. “I died,” he corrected, and he knew he was right when Cass made a little wounded sound and leaned her body into him, aiming to comfort. “Not then, but a couple years ago. I’m different now, and it’s uh… It’s dangerous to be this way.”

“Affects?” Cass asked quietly. She started to pet his hair again. “Mood? Health?”

“...Huh,” he said, because that was a sensible question he hadn’t expected. If he really thought about his mood and emotions before and after the accident: “Yeah, uh, there’s sometimes a mood thing. I might be a little more aggressive than I was before? And I can get kind of intense sometimes.”

He had thought that was basically just a reaction to having a whole bunch of new threats in his life. But would pre-electrocution Danny have been able to actually stand and fight Skulker? He had genuinely been afraid of the jocks. Maybe… Maybe he was different. Sure, Sam and Jazz were up for shooting ghosts with Fenton tech. Would he have been if he was just human? 

…He didn’t really think so.

Oof. Well, that wasn’t exactly great for his sense of self.

Cass shook him lightly. “Health?” she repeated.

Danny forced down that revelation to deal with later. He didn’t like acknowledging that he was kind of a chicken by nature, but historically, there wasn’t much evidence of bravery pre-mortem. “Uh, my heart rate is really slow, body temp is low, so I can’t really afford to go to a doctor for a checkup,” he said. “Uh, sometimes I’ve got none at all and my hair turns white.” He paused there. That was- that was enough, yeah? He was going to be honest with her because she deserved honesty from him. But that didn’t mean he had to explain the whole great beyond and his inhuman status.

“Sounds like Jason,” Cass said, after a long silence.

Danny short-circuited. “Wait, what?” He craned to look at her. “Who?”

Cass darted forward to kiss his forehead. “Little brother,” she said cheerfully. “Want to meet him?”

Uh, yeah. Danny nodded vigorously, wondering what the hell she was on about. “Do you mean he died?” 

“Died,” Cass agreed, getting out her phone and tapping away at it rapidly.

“Not like, heart stopped for a minute on the operating table and he was revived, or what?” Danny pressed.

“Dead in the ground, came back later,” Cass said. “Dead for months. Now, very crabby.”

Danny balked. “What?”

“White hair too,” she said. Then her face did something funny. “I think he dyed it recently,” she said. 

Danny huffed a laugh. “If it’s the same thing as mine, you can’t dye it.” He saw her look over his head for white streaks. He didn’t correct her line of thought.

He hadn’t thought that anything could top the anticipation of meeting Batman. But Danny had to admit the rest of the day was a wash. Apparently Jason couldn’t make it until the evening, about an hour before patrol.

Danny nearly paced a line into the carpet. He had enough energy to do that now, even without ecto. He was getting soooo much food here. A guy couldn’t even stress out for an hour without someone coming by to make sure he had fruit and yogurt or a hot drink.

He didn’t need someone to come and tell him that the much anticipated Jason had shown up. Danny knew it when he went to take a sip of cruelty-free chocolate milk (hand delivered by the most frightening child in the world) and choked on vapor.

Damian gave him a glare and snatched the drink away. “Are you incapable of drinking beverages?” he demanded. His face looked so goddamn cross but he was just worried.

Danny managed a smile. “No, went down the wrong pipe, sorry.”

Damian didn’t seem to even see the fog, so- so that meant that either he was really unobservant or he wasn’t liminal enough to see it the way people did in Amity. That was a small blessing. Danny appreciated it and he took back his drink to have something to hold onto.

That was a whole ass ghost. That was a whole ghost coming onto the property, one that felt big and mad and old. Danny smacked his lips, disconcerted. 

He, uh, didn’t know what to expect from this.

[stlllle]

Headcanons: What It’s Like Dating Choi Su-bong (Thanos)

Content: angst, possessiveness, protective façade, soft moments and a very peculiar sense of humor.

Author's notes:

"I like to think that being in a relationship with Thanos would feel like this. Am I wrong? Maybe. Do I care? Not at all! (Honestly, everything I post is just silly little daydreams from my head 😛)

Anyway, if this made you smile, feel free to check out my masterlist! And if you ever feel like it, my requests are open too 🙂 (just don’t forget to read the rules before sending something!)

Masterlist –[link]

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In the beginning:

He’s not easy to get close to. The kind of guy who’s always watching his back, guarded, intimidating without even trying.

You’d have to push a few times, tease him, start random conversations. He’ll pretend not to care… but he does.

Once he realizes you’re genuinely into him — not out of pity, not for gain — he starts to lower his walls.

Your first kiss happens after a stupid argument, where he grabs your wrist, mutters “Fuck, you drive me insane” and crashes his lips to yours without a warning.

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His personality in the relationship:

Jealous. Very. The kind of jealousy that doesn’t show in tantrums but simmers under the surface, and if some other guy dares to look at you, his brain is already listing 50 ways to end him.

He’s not the type to say “I love you” all the time, but he shows it: fixing your coat, buying your favorite snack without a word, or pulling you close while walking through the streets.

His humor is dark, sarcastic. He’ll call you names affectionately just to get a reaction.

He hates showing weakness — but when you’re alone, he melts.

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Private moments:

Loves spooning when you sleep together, but you better never mention it to anyone.

When you’re anxious or upset, he doesn’t know how to comfort with words. So he just sits next to you, holds your hand, runs his fingers through your hair in silence.

Low-key affectionate gestures — like stroking your palm with his thumb when no one’s watching.

His kisses are possessive, always like he’s trying to brand you, needing to prove you’re his.

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Things he does but won’t admit:

Keeps your pictures saved on his phone.

Watches you sleep and sometimes smiles, but if you catch him, he’ll turn away and grumble “Stop staring, fuck.”

Gets irrationally angry when you’re hurt or sick, like he could protect you from the entire world.

Secretly imagines a future — a small house, just the two of you away from everyone.

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If someone messes with you:

This man turns into a storm.

It doesn’t matter if it’s verbal or physical, he’ll deal with it immediately.

His glare alone is enough to make people shut up, but if needed, he’ll get physical.

And afterward, he’ll scold you too, like: “Are you insane? Don’t get involved with assholes like that!” — while checking if you’re okay.

---

If you fight:

He’s stubborn and hot-headed.

Will say harsh things in the heat of the moment and regret it hours later.

The type to apologize without words, showing up with your favorite snack or putting on your favorite movie, sitting next to you until you give in.

If you cry, he breaks immediately and feels like shit.

---

In the end:

Loving Choi Su-bong isn’t easy. He’s rough, aggressive, proud. But he’s the kind of man who’d protect what’s his until the very end.

Deep down, all he wants is a safe place to exist — and you become that place.

He’s chaos and home at the same time.

📖🔥 NSFW Headcanons: What It’s Like to Fuck Choi Su-bong (Thanos)

Content: explicit language, rough sex, possessiveness, jealousy, marking, light choking, dirty talk, unprotected sex, primal vibes, rough aftercare.

⚠️ Warning: This is explicit smut content. If you're underage or uncomfortable with possessive and rough themes, skip this one.

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The Build-Up:

He’s not the type for romantic candlelight setups. Most of the time, it starts with tension — heavy looks, sharp words, a fight, or jealousy.

--

He loves when you snap back at him, it gets him hard instantly.

That “don’t fucking talk to me like that” turns into “come here and say that again” real fast.

--

He’ll corner you against a wall, one hand on your jaw, voice low and dangerous:

“Say it again. I fucking dare you.”

--

And you both know where it’s headed.

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The Sex:

Rough. Desperate. Unapologetic.

He fucks like it’s a war — like he needs to leave you shaking, marked up and ruined so you’ll remember who owns you.

Loves hair pulling. Neck biting. Pushing you down onto the mattress and taking what he wants.

His favorite thing? Making you beg. Doesn’t care how tough you act, he’ll break you down, whispering in your ear:

“Look at you, begging for my cock. Knew you’d fold for me.”

Low, growled moans and filthy words in your ear.

---

Favorite Positions:

Doggystyle, no question.

Loves gripping your hips so hard it leaves bruises, pulling you back against him, watching the way your ass bounces with every thrust.

Also loves you riding him — watching you take him, controlling the pace, hands on your waist, murmuring “That’s it, baby. Take it like a good girl.”

On rare nights when he’s softer (but still possessive), missionary. Holding your face, staring into your eyes while he fucks you deep.

---

Jealousy and Marking:

If someone flirts with you? You’re not walking straight the next day.

Will bite, suck, and scratch you until you’re covered in marks — shoulders, thighs, neck, inner thighs.

And he makes you show them off.

“Pull your shirt down. Let them see who you belong to.”

Possessive growls when you moan his name. Nothing makes him come harder than hearing you scream “Su-bong” while falling apart for him.

---

Aftercare (His Way):

He’s not good with words but takes care of you.

Gets you water, cleans you up, holds you close afterward, even if he pretends it’s nothing.

Runs his rough hand through your hair, brushes kisses on your temple.

Grumbles if you say you’re sore, but secretly loves it.

“Told you to be careful, brat.” — while pulling you tighter against him.

---

Extra:

Obsessed with cumming inside you.

“You’re mine. All of you. Inside and out.”

Gets harder when you talk dirty back — it triggers something primal in him.

Will absolutely fuck you against a wall, in a car, wherever. He doesn’t care.

If you ever tease him in public, expect to be wrecked the moment you’re alone.

---

[starkeysbunny]

the kook's girl [rafe cameron]

pairing - rafe cameron x kook reader

summary - being the only girl in the kook friend group, you were always taken care of. especially since you and rafe started dating four months ago. safe to say, everyone on the island knew not to mess with you if they valued their life at all. so, when the tourons came to town in the summer, the kook boys always got their bit of fun.

warnings - swearing, fighting, just our fav protective!rafe

"Sarah, it's our song!" She slurred, grabbing onto her best friend's hand, pulling her onto the dance floor.

Rafe and Sarah are never on good terms, but Rafe knows no matter how much he hates his sister, she'll always be his girl's best friend. He's grateful for it sometimes, as annoying as it can be, it's just one more person who cares about her and is always looking out for her when Rafe can't be.

But tonight, as both kook girls are drunk off their asses, Rafe keeps a close eye. He spots John B doing the same from across the club as he sits next to Kiara, still keeping a close eye on his girl, Sarah.

Rafe sits in a booth at the club, nursing a glass of whiskey in his palm. Topper and Kelce sit next to him, talking about things he could not care less about at the moment. For example, the girls on the dance floor they want to take home, golf, etc.

No, Rafe's attention is solely on the girl who lights up the dance floor in her sparkly pink dress which Rafe bought for her just three days prior. Her gold necklace with the letter 'R' hanging from her neck shines brightly as the club lights hit it. Her baby pink kitten heels travel her elegantly across the floor as her arm remains tightly latched onto Sarah's as they dance in tune.

He barely even notices the slight smile etched onto his lips in affection as he takes a slow sip from his glass.

"Yo!"

Rafe's attention is abruptly moved from his girl to his dumbass friends as Topper pulls on his white half-way unbuttoned shirt.

"What?" Rafe spits, rolling his eyes at their antics.

"Tourons, 12 o'clock." Topper warns.

"What the fuck? I think they're looking at Y/n and Sarah, man." Kelce points out, suddenly sitting up straighter as they both snap out of their previous conversations to keep an eye on the situation.

This catches his attention as he clocks the three sun burnt tourists waltzing in wearing khaki shorts, polos, and flip flops. Idiots. He notices one of them point in Y/n's direction as the other's snicker, laughing as they spoke to each other.

Rafe’s eyes dart back to Y/n, oblivious as ever, in her own little world.

"I've almost been waiting to pick a fight," He confesses. "Just wait till they get too close."

The three morons make their way in the direction of Y/n. One particular guy, wearing a blue tropical button up, comes up behind Y/n, tapping her shoulder. Rafe is just close enough to overhear the conversation.

“Hey, I’m Ethan,” he smirks, hungry eyes looking her up and down.

She turns around, her smile slightly fading at his stare. “Um, hi.” She spins back around, grabbing onto Sarah.

“You two are pretty little things, out here by yourselves.” He chuckles, his hand moving to her shoulder.

“You gonna go out there man?” Topper asks, getting anxious for the girls.

“No, just wait. I want a real excuse to kill em’.” Rafe responds, his fists clenching.

Ethan’s grimy hands near Y/n’s neck, his index finger latching onto her gold ‘R’ necklace. “What’s your name, hm? R…?”

“You’re gonna regret that,” Y/n whispers, her eyes meeting Rafe.

Rafe stands, marching over to Ethan. Rafe’s fist latches onto the back of his collar, pulling him back as Y/n’s necklace slips from his grasp. Rafe turns him around, knocking a punch to his jaw, blood spurting from his lips onto Rafe’s face.

Rafe lets go aggressively, the boy falling to the ground forcefully. Rafe smirks, his ringed hand coming up to wipe Ethan’s blood from his jaw. “The ‘R’ stands for Rafe. Her boyfriend.” He states before knocking one more punch to the boy’s cheek.

“I-I’m sorry,” He pathetically whimpers, begging for mercy.

“She clearly had zero fucking interest in you, yet you continued,” He chuckles. Rafe leans down, pulling Ethan’s neck up by his collar. “You better hope your flight out of here is tomorrow morning. If not, watch your back man.”

Topper and Kelce come into view, peering at the man below Rafe, only inciting more fear into the poor tourist. Ethan’s two friends quickly pull him up, scattering out of the club as fast as they can.

Rafe turns to Y/n, his demeanor immediately turning soft, a side of himself only she gets to see. “You okay, baby?” He asks, his eyes scanning over her face for any discomfort.

“I’m okay, just some asshole tourist.” She rolls her eyes, manicured fingers grasping onto her necklace.

His eyes flick down to her hand, she only fidgets with her necklace when she’s uncomfortable or nervous. He feels more rage and anger boil up inside him thinking about how that guy ruined her night of fun with Sarah.

“Wanna go home, baby?” Rafe whispers softly, fingers pushing her hair behind her ears.

She bites her lip in debate, turning toward her friend Sarah. Sarah nods her head, “It’s okay, I’m gonna have John B take me back to his place too, it’s getting late anyway.”

“Yeah, okay, let’s go home. I’ll text you Sarah, we can hang out tomorrow, yeah?” Y/n feels guilty, her and Sarah haven’t gotten to spend as much time together ever since she started dating John B and hanging out with his friends more.

Y/n had nothing against the pogues, she thought the rivalry was stupid and childish. She actually found them quite nice, but she spends every minute with her best friends, Rafe, Topper, and Kelce.

Rafe slings his arm around her shoulder after giving his goodbyes to Topper and Kelce, walking you to his truck. He opens the door for you without a word, buckling you in and shutting the door.

When he gets in on his side, starting the truck, he looks over at his girl at her sad eyes. “What’s wrong, angel?”

She sniffles, “I just miss Sarah. Wanted to hang out with her tonight but those guys ruined it.”

Rafe’s hand slips around her thigh, patting it lovingly. “I know, hon. I’m sorry. I’ll make sure Sarah gets her ass off the cut tomorrow to hang out with you, okay?”

She smiles, her hand finding comfort atop Rafe’s. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” he leans over, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek.

[moonstruckme]

poly!marauders drabbles (3/3)

☁︎ = headcanon ✩ = 18+, mdni ♡ = mae's favs

Poly!marauders x dancer!reader ☁︎

Your emt boyfriends coax you into a hospital visit

They make you end a spat with Remus

You react oddly to an injury, but the boys are there for you

The marauders help you with your recovery fatigue

Your emt boyfriends have to wake up early

Your roommates hate your douchey boyfriend

Your pain flares up in the cold, and your emt boyfriends are sweethearts ♡

You're (accidentally) magically roofied when the boys' prank goes awry

Your boyfriends discover your praise kink

Your emt boyfriends coddle and tease you when you burn yourself

The boys comfort you when you find out you can't have kids

The marauders fret after an ice skating mishap

Your boys help you sleep when you're nervy about nightmares

You're an aggressive drunk, but they have your back

Your boyfriends deal with an emotional you on your period

Rockstar!marauders embarass a shy you

Your emt boyfriends help with a midnight bloody nose

You aren't used to pet names yet (that's gonna have to change)

Your emt boyfriends get after you for "girl dinners"

You try on lingerie for the marauders

You trust your boyfriends to make you your first drink(s)

Your emt boyfriends comfort you after a scare

You don't have to manage your boyfriends

Your emt boyfriends take care of you after your iud insertion

They offer comfort after their raised voices spook you

You're terrified of anesthesia, and your emt boyfriends comfort you

Emt!marauders when you faint during a blood draw

You pass out in the shower, and your emt boyfriends rescue you

Who's That Girl AU (platonic marauders, eventual Remus x reader)

Your new roommates flatmates are not going to murder you You learn the hard way about London social norms The boys comfort you after a bad day You learn the consequences of a shared bathroom Your flatmates want you to be able to rely on them You and Remus make a new friend (Sirius does not approve) The boys help with your dating profile The boys help with your dating profile You come home after a bad date Your flatmates want to help when you're under the weather | cont.

Your emt boyfriends suss you out when you're sick on a holiday

The boys reassure you about your life purpose

James takes you all to bed (chastely)

Your emt boyfriends show up after your car wreck

They launch a search party for your lost stuffed animal

Your boyfriends think it's hot that you're strong

Your emt boyfriends step in when you're being treated dismissively

You all have norovirus

Your boyfriends know you and your chronic illness

They think you're too hard on yourself

Emt!marauders help you calm down after an accident

You go to the marauders after running away from home ♡

The marauders are actors, and you enjoy a home premiere

Your boyfriends coddle you and Remus when you have migraines

The boys are patient with you learning to take care of yourself

Your emt boyfriends know when you're anxious

Rockstar!marauders are protective when you're hurt by a crowd ♡

Your emt boyfriends help when you're under the weather

Your emt boyfriends treat your migraine

You learn you don't like being tied up, and they're sweethearts ✩

[etcseacow]

Is there like a full story lore behind dingo sniper?

Yeah lol. I thought of it mostly as more of the jokey “haha freaky dog guy go bite” but then i actually went and looked up some dingo stuff and realized, hey this actually works out in a lot of ways with how i like to characterize sniper. I also looked over wild child cases, so a touch of realism mixed with the fiction here.

Obviously the lore got nice and complicated and deep. Short answer, yep the boy got backstory. Long answer…->

Bio parents:

Sniper has no memory of his original parents and he has no idea how he ended up alone in the outback and neither does anyone else later. He’s like toddler age when this happens. He could be from Australia, he could also still originate from New Zealand but he’ll never get to know. It’s not something he’d really care about though.

The Dingos:

Sniper’s dingo pack consists of two parents and at least two pups. He doesn’t remember how he ended up with them, but he liked living the way he did. Sniper describes the dingos as knowing that he wasn’t a dog like them, but still protective of their strange little pup.

He’s with them until he’s around 8-10 (his age is a guess) when he gets discovered by local bushman. Obviously they take him to return him to his rightful place in human society. Sniper describes them as having stole him. Neither him or the dingos were okay with this, but they never get to see each other again.

The Mundy’s:

Sniper is very aggressive and anxious in the hands of people. He bites A Lot and is unwilling to cooperate with anyone trying to handle him. Eventually he’s fostered by the Mundy’s. The Mundy’s at some point owned domesticated Dingos, before taking up sheep farming, giving them some familiarity in how to handle Sniper’s behavior. They name him Mick.

There is a long agonizing process in getting Mick to act like a person. Mrs Mundy is more lenient in Mick’s more feral behavior, while Mr Mundy is more insistent on him being ‘normal.’ They get him to talk and be less hostile towards them. Mick can’t read or write because of delayed early development and because he doesn’t like doing things that make him be more human. He doesn’t like being a person. He doesn’t like talking. He retains behavioral problems, specifically with biting. Half of it is from being pissed off at his lifestyle change but he’s also prone to anxiety and that’s just how it comes out a lot of times.

Mr Mundy ends up teaching Mick how to shoot a rifle, in some weird attempt to offer a tool besides his teeth. Mick becomes very good a using a gun, he still has a problem with biting. By the time Mick is in his teens Mr Mundy had already been pushing him to involve himself in socially acceptable milestones. Mick doesn’t have any friends and he is incapable of keeping a regular job because of behavioral incidents. He doesn’t need to understand people to know when they’re looking at him like there’s something wrong with him. Mick learns that he does not like driving giant metal monsters that will knock down fence posts if he doesn’t control it correctly.

There’s a part of Sniper that has come to care about the Mundy’s, for looking after him and trying to help him. He feels like a disappointment that he can’t fully commit to a singular human identity, that he can’t be normal despite the work they’ve put into him. Another part of him is still angry that he can’t ever really go back to living like a dingo. He can’t go Home because at this point he’s too human. That and his dingo family are probably dead, they only live like 10 years. Mick is very desperate to find a way to leave the farm and get to exist somewhere by himself as himself.

He hates driving, but he comes around to at least learning the basics (a license is not going to happen) and manages to acquire a camper van. The camper is important, it’s his safe space that he can take wherever he needs to go. And go he does when he’s in his 20s.

Team Fortress:

Sniper takes up low stress hunting/poaching jobs simply for the money required to keep up maintenance on the camper van. He’s aware that he’s probably being taken advantage of in the money department, it’s one of the people concepts he struggles to understand. He thinks it’s that type of struggle that made the administrator interested in him, despite Miss Pauling telling him it’s because he’s such a good shot. She has to read the contract to him and explain it.

Sniper accepts it because he thinks it might be an opportunity to bridge the gap that is his identity crisis. Mercs aren’t normal civilians, but also they’re still human. As hard as it is for Sniper to be comfortable around people, he’s already so alone.

He ends up isolating himself from the team, ending up too anxious to actually interact with them properly outside of work. He doesn’t want to get fired because of another incident. Or worse, because this is a team of men with weapons they know how to use as well as Sniper does his own. He’s not particularly interested in hurting anyone he’s not being paid to harm.

Then Scout decides the weird guy who stays in his camper all the time should really get out and socialize cause it ain’t healthy to be cooped up that long. Scout talks, Sniper is overstimulated from the talking, he bites Scout. Scout freaks and runs off, Sniper freaks and has a fun little panic attack in his camper. He feels bad when he bites out of anxiety.

The rest is just the slow process of Sniper dropping his dingo lore and getting used to what will eventually be his new little pack while everyone else gets used to him being a freaky lil dog guy who likes to bite sometimes.

So like. He’s not a mindless feral creature and he doesn’t like to be looked down on. He doesn’t like losing control of himself. But with people he’s comfortable around, the more comfortable he is in not having to play the ‘pretend he’s human’ game.

I’m still drawing up team interactions so there’s that too.

[pilotingdreammsss]

Tw: Talk of peer on peer abuse, otherwise known as bullying.

"Hey!! Nobody talks to my little one like that!"

It's dashingly familiar a cream critter - your cream critter - scampers to shield you from some unpleasant playground bullies, which had been purposely overwhelming you. You'd had trouble with these for some time, but the cookies continued to insist to torment you.

Your teachers had turned to your primary caregiver, though you didn't expect Cream Ferret Cookie to physically intervene. Perhaps things had gotten too scary to them...

It didn't matter for what reason they'd intervened, it had worked, and the aggressors would scamper away, out of sight. At least for now...

Cream Ferret would turn, eyeing you gently, almost in sorrow.

"Did they hurt you, little one?"

You shake your head, still visibly anxious. You'd been too anxious to traverse far from staff out of fear you'd encounter them again... They must've caught you off guard. The cream critter would take immediate notice of how shaken up you were. This whole situation was so much worse than they thought...

"You can come hug my cream tail, like always, okay?"

The tail harbours a familiar scent, one of warm whipped cream atop a fresh pastry. A signature scent, one you'd always found utmost comfort in - the comfort you needed now. Your hands find the soft appendage, squeezing it a little. The cream fur would slide over your fingers like butter. You wish you could hug it forever...

"I can't believe they've been getting away with that..."

The Ferret mumbles, ears pinned back against their head, eyebrows furrowed. They'd protect you from now on, they swear! Always and forever!

They're dragged out of their thoughts with your whimpers and sniffles. Your tears had been staining their tail - but they didn't mind. So long as their little one would get their feelings out properly.

"When school is done, we'll go and get some ice cream and get you a toy from the toystore. How does that sound?"

You sniffle harshly, misty eyes facing them. You give them a half-hearted smile and nod. They smile back - it too is weak, but not in the sense that they were sad, no...

The bell would ring. You'd pull away your hands from them, lingering a little, before joining your peers to get back inside the school.

A stern talk with your teachers - and the bullies' parents- was due.

A/N: This one is self indulgent lol. I was bullied immensely as a young child by another child who was clearly having aggression issues. I could've used a protector like Cream Ferret back then!

If you're in a similar situation and are currently struggling, you are not alone! Talk to someone you can trust - you are not alone, any whatever the bullies say about you is untrue!

[theambitiouswoman]

Aggressiveness is not confidence + why we get it confused

We confuse aggressiveness with authority & confidence. We confuse volume with value. Just because someone is loud doesn’t mean they’re confident.Just because someone dominates a room doesn’t mean they’re secure

Actually, aggressiveness typically masks insecurity, fear of being ignored & even a lack of emotional regulation

It looks like strength because it carries so much “presence” but it’s rooted in survival mode, not self assurance. People who act aggressively often feel threatened and the louder they get, the more likely they’re trying to protect an inner fragility

Confidence doesn’t need to shout, interrupt, or take up space forcefully. A confidence person knows their value and doesn’t need to prove it. Think of it as a person living a certain life, they are used to it and see it as normal, so they don’t have to throw it in peoples faces to prove a point or validate themselves

They can say “no” without guilt. Walk away without drama. Speak up without needing to crush others

So based on ancient times, the loudest most dominant person typically became the leader, a lot of survival conditioning influenced this pattern

Also the amygdala (your brain’s threat detector) reacts more to loud, forceful behavior interpreting it as power or control, even when it’s not. Our brains mirror those we observe especially people with strong, energetic expressions. Loudness grabs attention definitely, but attention doesn’t equal respect

Socially, we’re trained to associate dominance with leadership. This makes us praise loud, aggressive people as “confident” even when they lack real emotional maturity. Ironically the best leaders have been proven to lead from the back, after all, a leader builds others up

So the next time someone’s being loud, bossy, or aggressive ask yourself if they are secure or are they just scared? Is their nervous system just haywire? If what they’re saying has so much validity why do they have to be aggressive and force others to listen. Because confidence whispers, while insecurity shouts

This should help give a new perspective for those of you who get anxious around or feel intimidated by aggressive people 🤍

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✧ 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄: Showing their love/care to you. [requested] ✧ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌: Call of duty ghosts ✧ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: Logan walker, Hesh walker, Keegan russ, Thomas merrick, kick ✧ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Romantic ✧ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: all fluff ✧ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Safe.

Logan walker:

He’s a soldier boy before he’s a man.

The way he puts himself between you and the street without thinking. The way he touches your back lightly when you both walk through a crowd.

Logan as i see him has never got an experience with dating nor loving.

Acts of service? 10/10. He is just so obedient man.

If you're cold? He doesn't ask — he just tosses a blanket over your body and tucks it around your neck with a quiet:

“Better?”

Always watching, always remembering.

Doesn’t talk much in crowded spaces, but his eyes are on you. Watching your expressions, reading how tired you are, seeing how you shrink a little when the world gets too much.

He’s the one making dinner, pulling you into a quiet couch hug with no questions, just comfort.

A Homebody When He’s With You

His voice gets lower/quiter when he’s relaxed around you.

Barely audible sometimes, half-whispered. He speaks softly like the whole world could wait while you talk about your day.

(from the grunting in the missions logan make they are always soft, like a young man voice :()

When he's off duty, he's so domestic.

He likes doing dishes with you. Will dry the cups quietly while standing beside you, listening to the water run.

Wakes up early and lets you sleep.

He’ll sit on the edge of the bed tying his boots, moving slow so the mattress doesn’t shift.

Sometimes he’ll just look back at you, still asleep, with this unreadable expression — something between awe and guilt, like:

“How did I get this lucky?”

Lowkey Physical Affection

Rarely initiates in public, but…

His hand always finds you. Lower back, shoulder, brushing his fingers against yours in crowded areas. Just enough to ground you both.

Loves being near you in silence.

He’ll sit on the floor while you read. Lean against the wall while you fold laundry. Sometimes just lay a hand on your ankle while scrolling through something with that faraway expression of his.

His kisses are firm, slow, and rare.

But when he does it? It's like the world stops for a second. Like he needs to make sure you feel it — like it’s a promise without words.

Protective but Calm

Never panics — but he notices everything.

If someone’s staring too long, or you look uncomfortable with someone’s tone, he doesn’t even need to speak. One look from Logan is enough to make anyone rethink their entire day.

Keeps one ear open at night, always.

Doesn’t sleep deeply when you're next to him — not because he’s anxious, but because that protector instinct doesn’t switch off.

If you shift too much or sigh in your sleep, you’ll feel his arm pull you in closer, heavy hand settling on your side like armor.

Love Through Routine

Never forgets dates.

He doesn’t make a show of anniversaries — just wakes up early and makes your coffee exactly the way you like it, sets it next to a small box: a keychain, a photo, something quietly sentimental.

“Been a year,” is all he says. But his eyes? Full of it.

Has a drawer at your place.

It’s organized with military precision. A flashlight. A change of clothes. A spare knife. Some of his favorite socks.

It’s not just storage. It’s his way of saying: this is home too.

Leaves notes when he can’t say goodbye.

Folded post-it stuck to the fridge:

“Didn’t want to wake you. I’ll be gone a few days. Lock up. Don’t forget to eat.”

Always signed off with just: –L.

Quiet, Gentle Jealousy

Never aggressive. Just observant.

If someone flirts with you? Logan doesn’t interrupt. But he’ll step a little closer, brush his hand over your lower back, speak in a voice lower than usual:

“something wrong fella?”

He is ready to throw hands.

When He’s Hurt (Physically or Emotionally)

He’s terrible at letting you help him.

Will absolutely downplay a wound.

“It’s nothing. Just scratched.”

But the way he winces when he sits down gives him away. You patch him up, and he’ll mutter something like:

“…you’re too good to me.”

Emotional pain? Comes out in subtle ways.

Like longer silences. Shorter sleep. Distant stares at nothing.

When that happens, you just sit near him, maybe bring him a beer.

After a while, he’ll just lean his head on your shoulder and whisper:

“You keep me grounded.”

close to your ear, maybe after a long day when he’s lying beside you with a hand on your chest.

“…Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Hesh walker:

Oh do not get started (glaze time), ok joking.

When He Loves You? It’s in the steady way he holds you when the world’s too loud.

It’s in the fact that you’re the only one who’s ever seen him let his guard down — seen the grief behind his father’s death, the guilt after missions, the fear of losing people again.

And when you hold his hand, when you choose to stay with him through all of it — he looks at you like you’re the only calm in the storm he’s always in.

This is love for him.

His Love Language Is Reliability

He never makes promises lightly.

But when he does? He keeps them. If he says he’ll be back Friday, it might be 3AM — but he’ll be at your door.

Helps you with practical things: fixing things around the house, picking up your meds when you forget, standing behind you while you try to figure out the grill, whispering an advice in your ear with a grin while holding your waist.

That makes you slightly feeling tickled.

"You can’t cook steak like this sloppy, sweetheart. Let a lieutenant man show you how"

Protective, But Never Overbearing

If your job ever involves risk, he doesn’t coddle. He respects your strength. But he makes you promise to check in.

“You’re tough. I know that. Just let me know you’re safe, yeah?”

If he ever sees someone flirting with you, he won’t confront them. He just walks up, puts a hand low on your back, and looks down at them with a smile that isn’t really a smile.

“Hey, baby. Ready to head out?”

The look in his eyes makes it real clear: back off. But he’ll never raise his voice.

Carries a photo of you tucked into a side pouch.

It’s not a fancy photo. It’s candid — probably a shot you didn’t know he took, you laughing at something dumb he said.

And If you ask about it? “It’s not for me. It’s so I don’t forget what I’m coming back to.”

Casual Domestic Stuff that Feels Like Forever

He shaves in the bathroom with the door open

He always leaves something of his behind when he leaves.

A shirt on the bed. His dog tags hanging over your mirror.

Hesh likes driving with you, windows down, one hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh. No destination. Just motion, and being beside you.

He Remembers Everything You Say

The snack you offhandedly said was hard to find? He carries three of them in a tactical bag, offers one with a casual,

“You said these were gold, right?”

You tell him you had a bad dream while he was deployed. The next time he’s back, he spends three nights staying up late just talking with you, gently cuddling with you and rubbing your arm until you fall asleep.

"I'm not gonna go anywhere tonight"

Warm Physical Affection

Resting his forehead against yours.

One of his signature moves — a quiet, a grounding gesture. If he’s had a rough week, or you look tired, he’ll do it.

You’ll be doing something mundane, and he’ll wrap his arms around you from behind, chin tucked into your shoulder.

Calls you things like:

“sweetheart,” “trouble” when you tease him, “my love” low and serious, and sometimes, “sunshine” when he's really in the mood to make you melt.

Keeps you in the loop, even when he can’t tell you everything.

“I can’t give you details, but we’re not going far this time. I’ll send something, alright? Just so you don’t wait up wondering.”

He hates secrecy when it comes to you, even though it’s protocol. So he shares just enough to give you peace of mind — always careful not to cross lines, but never leaving you in the dark.

Does quiet perimeter checks when he visits your place. He won't say it aloud unless you ask, but he always checks the windows and locks when he gets in.

Keegan p. russ

What Love Looks Like With Keegan.

He’s the kind of man who stays.

Through hell, through silence, through fear.

You could break, and he’d still be there beside you. Steady.

Keegan may be cold to the world — but he’d give you his entire heart without ever saying a word about it.

But when something breaks him — like losing someone, or a brutal memory — he’ll find you, wordless, and just rest his forehead against yours.

You feel the quake in his hands. You hold him through it.

He doesn’t need comfort. He needs you.

When He’s Sick or Injured

He will 100% downplay injuries.

“It’s nothing.”

He only lets you treat him because you insist — and even then, he looks away, jaw tight, muttering:

“Don't have to.”

But when you’re sick?

Cold exterior drops a bit.

He doesn’t hover — but he stays in the same room. He brings you water, makes soup, and sits at your feet reading/staring while his elbows rest on his knees in silence.

"Not good with this shit taking care of sick people thing"

But you look at the blankets he tucked around you and the meds lined up perfectly on the table…Yes he is. and professional about it.

Everyday Moments Where You Feel His Care

He hates talking on the phone. But if you text him "home safe?" after a mission — he'll always reply within a minute.

Simple messages:

“Yeah.”

“Be back soon.”

“Missed you.” (only after long missions and he’s exhausted)

If he wakes up before you, he always checks the locks.

You never have to ask. It’s just what he does.

He moves around the apartment in silence like a ghost, making breakfast maybe, turning the heater on, folding the blanket over you again.

When you’re stressed?

He doesn’t give speeches. He just sits beside you, takes your hand, and stays. His thumb brushes the back of your hand — over and over. Steady. Reassuring.

He’s not jealous. He’s possessive in the quietest way.

No scenes. No words. Just closer.

His arm brushes your back. His eyes track anyone who gets too close.

If someone crosses a line? You don’t even see him move.

You just hear the words,

“You’ve got five seconds to back off.”

If you’re in danger? He’ll burn the world down. No hesitation. Tactical. Lethal. And once you’re safe, he doesn’t even brag.

He just pulls you close, checks you over with rough, fast hands and a voice low with fury:

“Are you okay? Tell me right now.”

Physical Affection That Comes Slow but Meaningful

I don't see him as a fan of PDA.

But in private, when it’s just you and him in low light, laying side-by-side with only the hum of the city outside — he’ll slip a hand on your waist/back. Callused, warm, anchoring.

His hugs are rare. But when they come? You melt.

Arms around your waist, head buried in your shoulder, quiet inhale like you’re the only place he can breathe properly.

He kisses you like it’s the only thing keeping him human.

No rush. One hand cupping the back of your neck, eyes closed, like he’s grounding himself in you before the world turns to noise again.

Keegan is not touchy or loud about love.

But if he lets you close, you know you mean everything.

You’re the only person allowed to see his silences not as distance — but as calm. He doesn’t need to fill the air when you’re in it. That’s his love language.

When Keegan starts falling for you, it’s not some rom-com moment — it’s in how he lingers in your doorway a second longer before leaving.

How he always walks you to your door.

You never have to tell him twice what you like or need. He listens. Quietly. Closely.

He remembers every detail — your tired tells, your comfort movies, the exact way your breath catches when something bothers you.

He may not comment — but he will adjust everything to protect you from it.

Thomas Merrick

WE ARE WILDING HERE

Sigh i just i know this man shows his love in a rough way and can be so lovely partner at the same time :(

Merrick is the kind of man who believes “if you say it, you better mean it.”

So when he says “I love you,” — it’s not daily. It’s not light.

It’s rare. It’s honest. It lands like an oath.

He doesn’t toss the word around. When he gives it to you, it’s for life.

He’s not the romantic in the movie sense. But he’s romantic in the quiet, strong ways that matter:

Carrying your bags without saying a word.

Fixing your door hinges or changing light bulbs like it’s second nature.

Teaching you how to shoot “just in case, darlin’.”

Holds the door. Always. Walks on the street side. Knows your order by heart.

He’s not performative — this is just how he was raised. “You take care of what’s yours. That’s it.”

When he’s off duty and finally unwinds, it’s simple:

Just jeans, a quiet record playing, a drink in his hand, and you curled next to him on the porch or couch.

He doesn’t talk much during these moments — just rests his hand over you and watches.

Someone disrespects you — even subtly — you’ll see his entire posture change. Shoulders square. Chin lifts.

He’ll handle it with a look or just a sentence.

“You might wanna take that tone elsewhere, partner.”

Calm. Cold. Final.

He does background checks on anyone you mention from work. You never asked him to — but he just needs to know you're safe.

“I don’t trust easy. You know that.”

If You're Sick or Hurt

Wraps his whole day around taking care of you.

Brings water.

Keeps your meds on a schedule.

Reads labels twice.

His version of comforting is “practical love.” He tucks you in, sits nearby, and talks in a low, grounded tone: “You just rest. Let me handle everything else.”

It takes a long time for Merrick to open up emotionally.

He doesn’t like weakness. He doesn’t do breakdowns.

But when something gets to him — like losing a brother-in-arms — you’ll see him quiet. Real quiet.

And then he’ll just say:

“He didn’t deserve to go like that.”

And he’ll just let you hold him, for once. He won’t say much else — but you being there means everything.

You walk past a shop window and mention something off-hand?

Next week, it’s in your hands.

He shrugs “Figured you’d like it. That’s all.”

He smells like cedar, gunpowder, and soap.

When he hugs you, it’s like every storm disappears.

His hugs are solid. Full-body. Protective.

Not the type to rock you gently — more like you just got caught in a safe storm.

He hates leaving without saying goodbye. Even if you're asleep, he leans in and whispers:

“See you soon, sweetheart.”

Kick

Ok straight ti flirting.

“So, what’s someone like you doing in someone like me’s life?”

He grins as you roll your eyes, then leans in and kisses your cheek like he just won the lottery.

He’s shameless. He loves seeing you roll your eyes.

He’s the kind of partner who pretends not to care about couple-y stuff… but he’s always doing it anyway.

Quietly restocks the things you always forget

He won’t mention it, though. He’ll just act like it’s always been there. “What? You think this place runs itself?” tell him thank you.

Smart-Mouth with a Soft Spot man.

He likes to make a lot of jokes to tease you and he knows if he had gone too much or not.

But if someone makes fun or a joke on you he just goes with "..."

or with "You done?" if he is brave enough.

But under the sass, he’s lowkey obsessed with you.

Like—not clingy. Just always aware of where you are, how you're doing.

You say, “I had a bad day,” and he's already halfway through setting up your favorite comfort routine.

You send him selfies?

He sets them as his lockscreen, background, tablet wallpaper, and maybe puts one in his HUD just for the hell of it.

His excuse?

“Motivation. Don’t judge my methods.”

Always calls you before missions. Even if it’s 10 seconds.

“Hey. Just reminding you: you’re stuck with me, and I’m coming home.”

He lives to get under your skin—but in the softest ways.

Rewrites your shopping list with things like “kisses, [energy drink name] and popcorn.”

Plays dumb so you’ll explain something, cause he just likes to hear your voice, see how deep and rumbling about it.

But when you’re overwhelmed or low?

He’s instantly serious.

Just leans in and asks, quietly,

“Alright, what do you need from me?”

He acts tough. Smart mouth. Tech genius. But the second he’s home, he's melting.

Pulls you into bed face-first.

Buries his face in your neck.

Whispers, “Didn’t even realize how bad I needed this.”

Submissive? Yeah, lowkey.

He doesn’t call it that. But if you ask him to lay back while you handle things? He’s smiling. Proud.

“Told you — I got the best taste.”

You initiate anything romantic or physical?

He blushes. Denies it. But the look in his eyes is pure putty.

“You tryna end me? 'Cause it's working.”

Sends memes, inside jokes, and voice notes from base.

The voice notes always end with a mumbled:

“...love you. Don’t say it back if you’re in public. Don’t wanna make people jealous.”

When he’s sick?

He’s dramatic. Whiny.

“Babe...this is how I go. This is the end. Remember me sexy.”

But when you’re sick?

He’s silent, steady, doting. Doesn’t let you lift a finger.

Teaches you about tech if you're interested.

Gets overly excited explaining it.

Lets you solder something and says:

“You're hotter when you’re holding a wire cutter, not gonna lie.”

If i keep talking about this man the post gonna be NSFW bye.