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RACE CAR DRIVER!JEAN .. (𝜗𝜚)

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plant dad

leaves that are green - simon and garfunkel 🎧

when you were concerned about your boyfriend's loneliness levels whilst put on a placement for your job out of town, you had no idea your efforts would have this effect.

He had become completely and irrevocably consumed. There were woven baskets with dahlias suspended from the doorways, money trees with thick healthy stems sprouting from rusted pots, and the shadow of a bird of paradise's leaves shrouding the bathroom in a peaceful level of dusk.

Jean had never expressed an interest in nature before. He had a few compositions he'd done for class featuring a clan of withering roses, yet even then he found it less interesting than drawing a card board box.

So, when you came home with a small fairy castle cactus, Jean didn't bat an eyelid, he simply commented on the warm yellow of the flowers standing proudly against the towers of green, and then continued stirring the pot of bubbling pasta.

This is what you had expected of course, but in truth, you knew Jean didn't cope well with being alone, having had the comfort of his mother's gentle humming his entire childhood, and Connie's less comforting humming before he moved in with you.

Although only for three weeks, this would be the longest amount of time you had spent away from Jean, and the longest amount of time he had been by himself. Of course you knew he'd be fine, perhaps just a little bit more clingy after your return, yet still you wanted to leave him a little company when things grew quiet. Of course since your apartment didn't allow pets, you had to settle for a less disruptive method of discreet company.

So you left the cactus, its plain white pot adjacent to the silver tap in the kitchen, with a little sheet of instructions of when to water it.

While away, you texted Jean a handful of times to ensure he was watering it, to which he replied with rather mundane responses like, "Yep." or, "Did it before class."

These responses didn't fill you with confidence, so instead you automatically assumed that your plan had failed, as any individual would.

Except the next day, whilst you sat with your shoulders hunched and body sandwiched between two business men on the subway, you recieved a picture, lighting up your face and making the austere man beside you squint.

It was a picture of the cactus, appearing even more healthy than when you first purchased it from the local market, yet it was the larger figure looming next to it that caught your eye. It was a small moon cactus, stretching upwards with a slight limp, a blood red flower enabling it to appear slightly top heavy. This cactus resided in a black pot, a deep contrast to its lighter counterpart.

"Got her a friend, think they're getting along well. :)"

A smile instantly painted itself onto your face, surprise filling every crevice within you as you typed back,

"Looks like they are :)"

A few days came and went and by now you'd spent about a week and a half at your internship, with only half to go. As you sat at your desk, leafing through a booklet of fabrics for an upcoming collection, your phone buzzed against the desk. Your lock-screen of a picture of Jean filled your view, his tan back facing the camera as he gently pulled his paintbrush across the canvas, a rainbow of paint stains littering his thick forearms. Below this sat a notification, with an attachment from Jean.

You opened the file curiously, waiting a few hesitant moments for it to load, a small circle spiraling around itself before it opened into a web page.

In pink bold letters at the top it read,

MOON AND PRINCESS'S WEDDING

the ecstatic couple would simply be over the, moon, if you could attend the day of which they profess their undying love for each other. Please contact the father of the bride, Jean Kirstein, if you are able to attend.

As you read over the file in confusion, a second text message from Jean came through, bearing a photo of the two cactus standing side by side. The princess castle's previously blank white pot had been transformed into a glittering wedding gown, with a tissue over her head as a makeshift veil, making you giggle. The moon cactus' black pot had become a luxorious tux, with a yellow bow tie to match princess' yellow flowers.

You erupted into laughter, your fingers tapping against the keyboard as you said,

"Tell moon and princess i can't wait."

Over the next week and a half you received copious photos of the new additions to the house, and photographic evidence of Jean's newfound watering can collection that was growing at a concerningly rapid rate.

Part of you was pleased that your plan ended in success, yet you somewhat feared the house you may return to, not fully prepared to weave your way through the newly established jungle.

Yet as you stood in the center of the apartment, surrounded by the loamy smell of soil and the fresh aroma of newly budding flowers, you couldn't help but feel a sense of joy at the tranquil breath of life around you, a rainbow of watering cans of differing sizes running along the top of the kitchen cabinets, with spiky ivy nestled into the chipping windowsills.

"Too much?" Jean asked hesitantly, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind slowly, the hands of which he had tenderly loved the nature around him the past three weeks touching you just as gently.

"It's beautiful, Jean." You smiled.

As you and jean lay in bed that night, tangled up in each other having just ate about as many chicken wings as it would take to feed an army, you felt an immense amount of peace within the fresh air and Jean's loving disposition.

And when Jean suddenly shot up in the middle of the night, the sheets bundling around his carved abdomen, his words didn't surprise you in the slightest, rushing out of the room as he yelled,

"Sorry, babe, i forgot to water the orchids!"

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equally devastated about the end of aot…….hate to ruin the moment…..but…..

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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jean kirstein headcanons <3

🎵 cry baby - the neighborhood 🎧

You and Jean had been friends for about a year before you confessed your feelings for each other, and for your one year anniversary, Jean’s gift, alongside the bundle of others he got you, was a notebook full of sketches he had made of you. You only found out how long he’d been drawing them when you realized that the one at the front was you sitting in the lecture where you first met.

a total plant dad. for one of your first dates he took you to a plant market and let you pick out three plants to take with you, which now sit on the windowsill in your shared apartment. (he also named all of them and speaks to them when no one’s around)

his favorite place to paint/draw is outside. in your apartment you have a relatively minuscule balcony, where he can often be found shirtless, letting paints coalesce across a canvas in the early hours.

he likes his coffee strong, will refuse to add sugar to it and tends to lean more towards savory than sweet.

he is the BEST gift giver. he is so thoughtful and will always paint you something for every birthday or gift giving occasion.

he’s very sentimental, harbors a cardboard box under his bed full of photos from high school and various nick nacks he had acquired throughout his life.

loves lamps. he likes a space to be cozy, and turning the overhead light on, to him, is the same as stabbing him in the eyes with a ten inch blade repeatedly. will whine, “noooooo” and bury his face in his arms any time you have to turn it on.

will pay for everything, wont even let you reach for your card, he’s just too fast.

is easily agitated, not by you though, mainly by Connie and Eren who always find a way to torment him on the regular. He blocks them at least four times a week.

loves the colour green. mainly darker shades, bring him a neon and he’ll act as if you’ve shot him.

is like a kid in a candy shop if you take him to an art shop, will take you by the hand and talk your ear off about different painting techniques and consistency’s of paint.

is extremely attentive. will instantly know if you are even so much as a little off. he knows you in and out and will simply ask, “listen or solution?” and will provide service on which you choose.

has a comically large phone, due to his hands. whenever he holds your phone it looks ridiculous.

his mother absolutely adores you, has a groupchat with you and jean where she frequently asks you two to come over for dinner.

he is an extremely cautious driver, this man will never be caught with a speeding ticket. this also manages to drive connie insane because of how fucking slow he is.

“i’m just being careful!”

“yeah okay, grandpa…” 💀

he loves to dance with you, arms wrapped around your waist as you sway to a gentle rhythm, him humming softly in your ear.

your apartment is extremely well decorated due to Jean’s artistic nature. he’s painted the walls, and made sure everything explodes with color. he believes beige home to be the death of interior design.

this also applies to beige babies, jean’s child will be having colorful toys and that’s that.

despite his size, he loves being little spoon. The feeling of your body heat against his spine helps him drift right off.

whenever he’s sick, no matter to what degree he always watches “singing in the rain” - it’s a comfort film to him due to his mother putting it on any time he had the flu growing up.

he adores jazz clubs. he just loves how peaceful and calming they are, and he likes to observe the different types of people who all come together to listen to the sweet hum of a saxophone. a lot of his art pieces are set in that environment.

he has a collection of hand cream. due to his career his hands constantly mirror that of a paint palette, and so, to ensure he doesn’t have cracked hands he always makes sure to moisturize them. his hands are his tools after all, in more ways than one….

you will always be his no.1 muse. a perfect day for him is letting you indulge in any hobby, read, watch tv, cook, bake, and as you do that, he’ll sketch, taking extra time on your eyes and smile. he just truly believes no landscape, no still life, and no composition will ever be as beautiful as what you can make occur on his page. <3

3 aot boy headcanons down, six to go 💋

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eren jaeger headcanons <3

🎵teenage fever - Drake 🎧

His favorite way to unwind is to play with your hair. Due to having longer hair himself he’s grown accustomed to the different skill sets required to craft different hair styles, and actually, is really good at it. His fingers are lithe and nimble and are able to weave through strands with ease.

He drives an all black car with tinted windows, and has a polaroid of you in a photo booth with him on your first date in a plastic case hanging from his rear view mirror.

he also always makes sure to keep your favorite snacks in the car, as he’s a guy who’s bound to text you at 2am asking bout some “you up for a drive?” 💀

in terms of tattoos despite popular belief, i personally think he’d keep it on the minimal side. He’d maybe have some on his arms - or a sleeve, but he likes to keep them tidy. Although, he is one of those guys that would have that tiktok thirst trap spider on his chest or adjacent to his v line…..

this mf smells gooooood, he’s so paranoid about smelling bad because of Jean saying he smelt like a burning pile of bodies in high school and hasn’t been able to shake the fear since.

despite not being overly adorned in tattoos he does like piercings. He’s got about five on his ears and has a nose piercing but he always forgets about it.

loves reality shows. A few months into your relationship he noticed you watching them and acted with his full chest that he had no interest, yet as the weeks rolled by he somehow got closer and closer to the couch and before you knew it he was fully shouting over Lisa Rinna. (You’ve also seen him following over 30 housewives from the different shows on instagram…)

cannot stand metal music because he spent his entire childhood covering his ears from where it bled from under Mikasa’s door. (Otherwise he’d probably enjoy it)

he’d dress quite simply, mainly with blacks and whites and would sometimes mix and match with some red or green, but i don’t think he’s as ambitious as some of his friends fashion wise, but he still looks good as hell.

his favorite holiday is with out a doubt halloween, is some of this because he spent so long as a child building the most elaborate scares for the kids on his street? maybe. but he also likes autumn as a season so that has something to do with it.

doesn’t get along with his dad too well but is a total mamas boy. He visits her at least twice a month considering they live in different cities.

is a cat person, but when he was younger he liked dogs more as according to him they were “much radder” - his own words 💀, but as he got older and became more subdued he developed a preference for cats.

has anxiety that he manages to hide, he wasn’t used to being comforted and it took a while for him to fully open up to you.

despite smoking weed with Jean and connie almost every other day he still makes a dramatic scene any time Zeke lights a cigarette around him, i’m talking coughing and clutching his chest, Zeke’s standing there like this 🧍‍♀️waiting for him to stop his fucking shenanigans.

if you want to go out with Eren Jaeger prepare to be a victim of the sassy man apocalypse, because my god, this man is relentless, and the SIDE EYE on this mf is ridiculous. He could knock down an army with his sass alone.

takes good care of his hair, oils it twice a week and does hair masks in order to keep it soft and shiny. He can’t have his gorgeous girl going out with some guy with brittle, greasy ass hair…

goes to the gym but doesn’t like it very much. he goes most days for at least an hour but never posts gym pics on his instagram or anything, he just has no interest apart from maintaining his body.

cannot sleep without you. he can try, sure, but he’ll never be successful. Before you both decided to move in together he was at your house every night, nuzzled against your body with light breaths slipping from his lips, which sparked the conversation, why not just move in, you’re here everyday anyway?

tends to bottle things up, and if something is bothering him you will have to work it out of him slowly…but he’s trying, for you he’s trying.

his lock screen is a photo of you asleep against his chest, he just thought you looked so peaceful.

gets embarrassingly competitive in just dance, threw a Wii at Connie once because he made him lose a perfect score on timber.

finally, he loves stargazing, especially with you. He’ll take you out to a deserted street, a bag full of snacks and a joint as you both lay on the hood of his car, chatting about whatever comes to mind, and it’s at those moments, when his eyes focus on the slope of your nose and the shape of your mouth, that he feels a warmth inside him he’s never felt before. <3

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connie springer headcanons <3

🎵 ivy-frank ocean 🎧

- Connie once a month takes his little sister, Sunny, out on pretend dates to ensure that she knows she should be treated to a good meal and flowers at the door. Connie won’t be letting any little punk date his bundle of joy.

- is actually a decent cook, surprising i know, but he spent a lot of his childhood watching his mother’s careful hands as she crafted various meals, and managed to pick up a lot of things.

- he loves to drive, blasting music, a hand on your thigh and his fav sunnies on, what is there not to like?

- let’s you dye his hair all types of fun colors or some design you saw off of Pinterest. He has good style but he doesn’t take himself serious and doesn’t mind if he has to walk around for two months with smiley faces all over his head. In fact, he loves it. He even let Sunny and Martin draw all over his head like a canvas with hair dye pens, he had unicorns and ninjas embedded in his hair for weeeeeeks.

- his number one priority within dating you, apart from you of course, was to ensure your family liked him. He is extremely family orientated and is most happy when he is surrounded by loved ones. Your family absolutely adored his hilarious self and from there forth he was best friends with your parents.

- wants kids when he’s older, and would be the best girl dad.

- loves movies. He isn’t a guy who would sit and explain the plot of the godfather to you for hours on end but he does insist on decorating your shared apartment with various movie posters. His favorite is “Stand by me”

- would be absolutely heartbroken if you ever watched an episode of a show you were watching together without him. Like genuinely wouldn’t speak to you for a good hour.

-this mf is clingyyyyy, he needs you at all times and has never had the urge to utter the words “i need a little space”, you’re an extension of his personal space, let him stuff his face into your neck in peace.

-loves showering with you, not even in an inherently sexual way, he just adores how intimate it is and the feeling of you gracing his scalp with your nails.

-definitely has tats. In high school he and Jean purchased a tattoo gun and would tattoo people behind the bleachers, but for practice they’d use Connie’s body. Like i said, this mf does NOT take himself seriously and doesn’t care if he has a cartoon dick n balls on his thigh when he’s 80 and sagging.

-is slightly frightened of balloons but pretends he isn’t.

-has two piercings on his ears, his lobes and cartilage.

-absolutely LOVED the barbie movie and was kitted out in full pink. Took you and Sunny to the cinema the night it came out and also paid for dinner after.

- he also took Sunny to a store to pick out a barbie doll.

-english smart, failed every math test he ever took. He still can’t add a fraction…(neither can i)

-loves to press kisses to the side of your face, arms wrapped around your waist and his chest at your shoulder blades.

-will eat cereal at any point, whether it’s morning or not. Would eat it for all three meals.

-despite the fact he can cook and seems to be well adjusted he is unable to survive on his own from the sheer lack of common sense…

-cartwheels when he’s drunk. (and when he’s sober to be honest)

-LOVESSSSS THE CLUB

-doesn’t really get jealous over you, he trusts you and thinks you’re absolutely beautiful, why wouldn’t someone hit on you?

he will however get pouty if he’s literally RIGHT there and the person still hits on you.

-would kill every plant you brought in the house, listen, it’s not his fault he’s got 80 million different thoughts bouncing around his head at all times.

-is more of a dog guy but he wouldn’t argue if you were to get a cat, he loves them too.

-sings everywhere he goes, under his breath waiting in line, in the car, as he cleans, cooks, showers, he never stops, it’s like a continuous string of songs escaping his lips at all times.

-but overall, he’s the best boy friend you could ever have, and he’s already decided he’s spending the rest of his life with you. <3

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lord…

★ CHARACTER AESTHETIC !CONNIE!

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i loveeeee connie springer so bad guys you don’t understand

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oh my fucking….

Bokuto + Wonho again

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oh…

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LEAVE HIM

connie wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to kill your boyfriend.

He almost couldn’t believe it, it was laughable really. The man was a slimy looking thing, with yellowed teeth and sharp eyes. He looked like a mole in Connie’s opinion, yet he kept this to himself as he sat on the couch of Eren’s frat, eyes glaring holes into your boyfriend as he chatted up a young blonde, not a care in the world for where you were or how you were.

“Dick.” Connie seethed, fingers tightening around the red solo cup in his grasp, the liquid inside rising up the plastic due to him decreasing its surface area from rage.

He didn’t deserve you, not one single ounce of the pathetic bastard in front of him deserved to occupy the same air you breathe. To touch you, kiss you, hug you. It was all enough to make his jaw clench, heat billowing through the channels of his heart and spreading to his body, charring his insides.

The bastard’s hand reached up towards the blonde’s hair, tucking a strand behind her ear as she giggled bouncily, pushing her chest into his.

Connie could barely stand to watch it anymore. His hand clenched into a fist at the side of his dress trousers. His white shirt laying undone against his abdomen, showcasing his taut upper body that was chiseled to something your boyfriend could only wish to have.

Your boyfriend had a look in his eyes that made Connie feel sick. He leaned in, lips meeting the puckered blonde’s as he shoved her up against the wall, palms gripping her thighs.

That’s when Connie noticed. A figure standing in the doorway watching the scene play out, tears polluting the usual joyous eyes he adored. A girl who’s body was adorned in a dress that complimented her so well, her beauty radiating and breathtaking.

Connie’s heart stilled, his mouth tasting metallic as he watched you hurry away, a palm pressed to your mouth as you attempted to muffle your sobs.

He discarded his drink, abandoning it on the coffee table that was embellished with a sea of red solo cups, his own soon blending into the ever growing mass of un-finished alcohol.

He managed to shove his way out of the room, heart slowly starting to pick up again as he rounded the corner of the staircase, proceeding up it two steps at a time.

He knew where you’d be. Whenever these parties happened and he, that monster, fucked up, this was where you would go.

The bathroom on the left of the staircase, the one with the vermillion painted door and a sign that read no entry.

He could almost feel your sadness seeping from the crack at the bottom of the door, pooling out into the hallway of where he stood till he felt it himself, the feeling of your heartbreak being one he couldn’t bare.

He raised his fist to the door, bestowing two short raps against the wood before taking two steps back.

“who-“ your voice came from inside the bathroom, vocal chords wrapped in sadness as your words held a weight to them that Connie hated. “Who is it?”

“It’s Connie.”

The door slowly opened, your face peeking outwards as the hinges screeched. “Connie?”

Connie’s heart snapped in half at your expression. Your eyes softened once you realized it was him, the same eyes that had mascara streaking down your cheeks, fresh tears bubbling at your water line.

The music was still too loud. It rang in Connie’s ears as his world somehow drew to a halt, everything he planned to say being trapped in a cage of anxiety and nerves, unable to air them into your audible perception.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, opening the door a little more as you watched Connie stand there, unsure of what to say to make this conversation flow easier.

Connie didn’t reply. He remained stood outside the doorway. The tip of his shoes only just breaking the barrier of the carpeted floor and the bathroom tile.

“Connie-“

He suddenly moved towards you, hands wrapping around your waist as he shoved you into the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind him with his heel.

“Connie?” You questioned, unsure of his intentions. “What’s going on?”

He ignored your words, fingers enclasping the golden lock on the door, turning it with a flick of his wrist to cage the both of you inside those four walls.

The music was quieter now, so quiet you could only hear the two of you breathe, the shaky breaths Connie took being something that made concern spark through your body, your hand reaching out to wrap around his wrist.

But he was too fast, palms pressing into your shoulders as his gaze met yours, his mouth cracking open to say,

“Y/N, please break up with him. Please fucking break up with him.”

It was nothing like what he had planned on the way up here, and if he wasn’t so upset he’d be kicking himself for sounding so desperate. But he was. He was desperate for you to leave that asshole and never speak a word to him again. Desperate for you to run away with him and be loved by him, as he knew in his heart, that he would love and care for you in a way that your boyfriend could never. Would never.

He had been desperate for you to break up with him for months. So desperate it would keep him up at night, brows furrowing at the messages you’d send him of things your boyfriend had forgot. Valentine’s day, christmas…your fucking birthday.

The same birthday that Connie had gifted you a silver locket, adorned with gold and pink accents, the back carved with your name. You wore it now as you stood there, and it warmed places inside of Connie in some twisted way.

You gazed up at him, mouth agape as you attempted to wrap your mind around his words, the words that somehow cracked your heart in two, the inside that had been dark for so long being washed in light.

Connie’s eyes never faltered, and the way he was looking at you made everything suddenly come so abundantly clear, that you wanted to kill yourself for being so blind for so long.

Your hand came up to his face, encasing the right side of his face with your fingers. His eyes only grew softer at your touch, his head leaning into your warmth that he had yearned for for so long.

“Okay.” You smiled, thumb moving to caress his cheekbone.

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I have this head-canon that Connie’s eyesight is really bad. Like, really bad.

He can manage to make his way through life, but when he’s intoxicated? forget it. You’ve watched him fall through tables, down stairs, up stairs??? and people of course.

And in the mornings when he wakes up he’s so dozey that he ends up walking into the doors in your apartment.

*Crash*

“Con, you okay?”

“Ow” :(

you’ve pestered him to get glasses so many times but each time he’ll deflect it or change the subject, he refuses to get them, and contacts for that matter. He has an unwavering fear of him forgetting to take them out (which he will) and them rolling to the back of his eyeballs :(

he’s said this to you many times as you had to hold back a laugh.

But still, he REFUSES because he’s so insistent on the fact that he isn’t half blind, and in fact has perfect vision. Which you know isn’t the case.

but one day you manage to drag him to the opticians after promising him a reward later *wink, and when he gets his results back his mouth cracked open a few inches as if him having horrendous eyesight was breaking news

“Ain’t no way…” He mumbled, gawking down at the piece of paper as he slid his hand down his chin.

he decided on some silver rimmed glasses and when he tried them on, whew, girlllll. you paused for a few seconds as your mouth lay agape, internally churning in anger at him depriving you of this sight for so long.

he doesn’t understand your reaction and sighs, putting them back. “See, i knew i’d look bad.”

“Connie. Put those fucking glasses back on now.”

he was never keen on wearing glasses but now he’s realized you love it, he wears them all the time. And especially during sex.

and the first time he wore them during sex he lost. his. shit. He could see you so much clearer than before and he got rock hard in an instant. “Holy…fuck, babe.”

and one last thing for the road, when he’s wearing them during sex they totally fog up <3

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i want him SO bad

Connie would deffo let you do different designs on his head. he loves when you put your initials on his head, he finds it cute that you are lowkey possessive of him 😔😭. When people ask who does his hair he breaks out into a cheesy grin and everyone can knows that it was you. he loves you real bad and isn’t shy about it.

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currently reading lord of the flies while listening to lady gaga, simultaneously questioning my sanity

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skincare

draken x reader drabble

"I just don't understand why it's so extensive." Draken mumbeled, gaze fixed on your figure as you dug around in the small cupboard that hugged the floor of the bathroom.

"Well..." You said through gritted teeth as you finally managed to find the tub of strawberry face mask residing at the back of the well embellished shelves. "Not all of us can be blessed with such lucious skin, Draken."

"Shut it." He said, tone laced with annoyance as he poked his foot into your back from his position atop the bathroom counter. "Now hurry up, will ya? I'm tired."

You hummed in response, your figure returning to it's original stature as you scanned the label on the back of the pink tub, running a fingernail down the ingredients list until your eyes latched onto what you were searching for.

"Aha!" You exclaimed, "Still in date."

You shuffled towards him, settling yourself between his long legs as his knees cupped your waist.

"This shit can go bad?" Draken questioned, reaching a hand forward to rotate the tub still in your grasp.

"of course it can, everything does eventually." You shrugged, looping your fingers around the steel knob of the drawer below the sink and aquring a rubber brush from its depths.

"So..." Draken trailed off as he watched you twist the face mask open. "What would happen if it was bad and you, i dunno, used it anyway?"

You spun the brush around the pale formula a couple of times, picking up a substantial amount of the product before setting the tub to the side. "Fungus would grow from your nose and all your skin would flake off."

His eyes filled with something that could only be deciphered as shock until it flattened into irritation. "You're an asshole."

"I know." You smiled, "Now stay still."

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he’s so sassyyyyyy, dream man

why is he always dishing out an attitude? 😭