#Not that weird to come back with scraps and scratches

[radiance1]

Danny: Hey, I need you to be my boyfriend for a week.

Jason: What.

Danny: My parents are coming over and I've apparently accidentally talked about a partner more than once and only realized when they said they wanted to meet them.

Jason, currently still solidifying his power as a Crime Lord: Excuse me?

Danny: Let me get this out of the way, I do not consider you at all a person of romantical interest and a friend. But I need you to act as my partner for only a week until my parents go on their merry way over to my sister, okay?

Jason: Is there, quite literally, no one else to ask this?

Danny: You're my only friend who lives in Gotham, plus we share the same apartment.

Jason: That's almost sad.

Danny: You in?

Jason: Sure, why not.

===

Maddie: Danny, honey.

Danny: Yes mom?

Maddie: I don't mean to.... question, who you choose as your parent but. Well, me and your father was just wandering if he was a... [Maddie gestures with her hand] you know, one of those.

Danny, uncomprehendingly staring at his mother's hand: What.

Maddie: Oh dear, how do I bring this up. You know, one of those.

Danny: Mother I need more context.

Jack: If your boyfriend a crime lord!?

Maddie: Jack!

Jack: What? Beating around the bush wasn't helping!

Danny: Say WHAT?

===

Danny: Hey dude, thanks for helping with this even though you didn't need to!

Jason: No problem, I wasn't doing anything too [Crime Lord activities flash through his mind] important.

Danny: Can you believe my parents thought you were a crime lord though? Weird am I right?

Jason:

Danny: Jason. You are scaring me.

Jason: Haha, yea that's weird isn't it?

Danny: Jason.

Jason: Well, I have to leave now to attend to my totally real and totally not crime related job at the ice cream shop.

Danny: [Squints eyes]

Jason: [Internally sweating bullets]

Danny: Suuuuure, bring me back some ice cream though.

Jason: [Thumbs up and leaves]

[tteokdoroki]

˖⁺ ⊹୨ Y2KISSME ! ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ━━ kinktober 2023 !

let’s kick it back to the year two thousand, but this time it’s wetter, wilder and raunchier aka the sexier versions of your fav y2k films.

୨୧ — NOTES. here it is my loves!! kinktober 2023. i hope you guys like it i’m super excited. some things might be scrapped but idk !! we’ll see. click here ! to join the taglist. rbs are totally fetch ! ♡ ⋆｡˚

୨୧ — RATED R: the following films contain nsfw and dark themes. fem!reader. each fic comes with its own warnings. ugh, as if ! minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact.

╰₊✧ OCT 1ST PRINCESS DIARIES - starring; satoru gojo ! ྀི

movie contents: thirty days until you become queen, thirty days to get married and thirty days to stop sneaking around with the man trying to steal your crown…

KINK: breeding ft. spit, infidelity, agoraphilia, daddy kink, baby trapping, breast play, royalty!au.

╰₊✧ OCT 3RD MEAN GIRLS - starring; katsuki bakugou ! ྀི

movie contents: in girl world, halloween is the only time of the year when katsuki bakugou can slut girls out and no one can say anything about it. boo, you whore!

KINK: free use ft. dub-con, cum-play, voyeurism, humiliation, manipulation, dacryphilia.

╰₊✧ OCT 8TH 2 FAST 2 FURIOUS - starring; yoichi isagi ! ྀི

movie contents: if winning a street race means getting ravaged by your ex boyfriend over the hood of your car then… move bitch! get out the way!

KINK: overstimulation ft. scratching, car sex, public sex, food play, sweat kink, dry humping.

╰₊✧ OCT 16TH CLUELESS - starring; megumi fushiguro ! ྀི

movie contents: are you totally buggin’ or is your college-goer, goody two shoes step-brother kinda into messing around with you?

KINK: step cest ft. photos, videos, soft sex, praise kink, body worship, panty sniffing, stuffed animals.

╰₊✧ OCT 23RD JENIFER'S BODY - starring; eijirou kirishima ! ྀི

movie contents: there’s something weird going on with you. you’re like…actually evil. not college girl evil, and it’s kinda hot.

KINK: monsterfucking ft. gags, claiming, choking, branding, blood kink, cock warming.

╰₊✧ OCT 31ST LEGALLY BLONDE - starring; seishiro nagi ! ྀི

movie contents: there’s no way someone broke up with nagi because he’s too blonde!? poor baby, maybe you could provide a little emotional support…

KINK: coercion ft. dumbification, overstimulation, mind break, oral fixation, cherry chasing, power imbalance.

╰₊✧ BONUS CHARLIE'S ANGELS - starring; bakugou, kirishima ‘n midoriya ! ྀི

movie contents: your three precious angels deserve a little reward for all the hard work that they do, don’t you think, charlie?

KINK: gangbang ft. dvp, frottage, blowjobs, voice kink, running a train.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[sturnioz]

you want to try new with shy!matt. he’s uncertain and unsure at first, but when the time comes, you’re taken aback by how easily he seems to speak to you when you’re not face to face.

“you… you want to try what?” 

matt’s voice cracks as he stares at you with wide eyes, the string of his hoodie slipping from his mouth where he’d been chewing on it absentmindedly in the middle of watching something on your tv. his lips part in disbelief as he blinks at you, like he’s positive he must’ve misheard you. “what did you say?”

“phone sex,” you simply repeat, tone casual as if you hadn’t just suggested something out of the blue. you shift comfortably on the bed, tucking your legs beneath you, keeping your gaze steady and composed as you watch him. “you know… me and you, separate rooms, getting each other off over the phone—phone sex.”

matt’s breath hitches, and he lets out a nervous, breathy laugh as the apples of his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. he lifts a hand to scratch the back of his neck, his fingers brushing through his hair, pulling at the strands.

“i-i don’t… i don’t know about that…” he stammers, turning his head to avoid your gaze, his eyes darting around the room before focusing on a random spot to get his heart rate back to normal. “i don’t think that’s my thing? i mean, not that i’m saying no, it’s just… what we’re doing right now is good, right? why do we... why is that... what—” 

“i think you’re overthinking it already,” you tease lightly as you cut him off, a playful smile tugging at the corner of your lips as he glances at you briefly before looking away again, the blush on his cheeks turning a deeper shade. "yes, what we're doing right now is really good. but there's nothing wrong with wanting to have some fun—something new for us to try."

he swallows hard, his throat bobbing as he processes your words, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips as he runs a hand down his face. his thumb tugs at his bottom lip before it's caught between his teeth, nervously biting at the nail.

"what if i'm bad at it?" he asks you, his eyes hesitantly meeting yours, and you see the way he's second-guessing himself. "i... i can't even talk to you normally during it sometimes. what if i'm worse over the phone?"

you immediately jump to reassure him. "matt, you're not going to be bad at it. and if it's awkward or weird or something, that's okay. we'll just laugh about it later." "you make it sound so easy..."

"that's because it is easy," you reply, leaning forward to close the space between you, trying not to grin at the way matt's head ducks to shyly avoid your gaze. "we'll just try it, okay? and if it's not for us, we move on—forget about it. but if it is for us..."

you let the thought trail off, your eyebrow raising with a suggestive, teasing smirk, and matt swallows thickly, his mouth drying up. it takes him a moment longer to nod his head, silently agreeing to try this with you, his fingers trembling as he reaches for his phone from your nightstand.

you watch him as he slides off your bed, clearing his throat quickly as he gives you a timid smile before leaving you alone in the bedroom. you hear him quietly walk down the hallway, muttering to himself as he disappears into a different room.

you're excited.

you're eager.

you're... honestly already turned on at the idea of him even participating in something like this with you.

you'd expected him to shake his head and refuse straight up. you'd prepared yourself for it, fully ready to scrap the idea and never mention it ever again. but for him to surprise you like this? him agreeing and actually trying something so out of his comfort zone?

the thought alone sends a thrill through you.

it doesn't take long for your phone to start vibrating against the mattress, and you grin to yourself, reaching for the device and tapping the green icon to answer with your thumb, bringing the phone up to your ear.

"hello?" you greet, your tone deliberately soft and inviting.

there's a pause on the other end, and for a moment, you wonder if he's frozen up—rethinking his decision—then you hear him clear his throat. "hey," he says, voice quiet and a little shaky. "i'm, uh... i'm on the couch. in the living room."

you smile to yourself, already picturing him; sitting stiff, probably clutching the phone with one hand while the other taps nervously against his knee.

"comfortable?" you ask him, settling back against the pillows and letting your body relax as you stretch out on the bed, your gaze drifting to the ceiling as your palm rests on your tummy.

"uh.. yeah. yeah, comfortable," he replies quickly. you can almost see him nodding, his teeth gnawing at his bottom lip the way it always does when he's feeling anxious. "are you?"

you can't help but giggle softly, "you're so cute."

"that's... not what i'm trying to go for," he nervously laughs, and you hear the faint sound of shuffling—maybe the creak of the couch as he shifts or the sleeves of his hoodie brushing against the phone. "i don't really know how to start this."

"start however you want," you hum softly. "you've got this."

the line is quiet again, and you can hear his breathing, like he's struggling to work up the courage. you stay silent, giving him the space to lead as your fingers mindlessly draw circles around your belly button.

"i..." he starts, his voice cracking slightly before he clears his throat once again. "i was thinking about you... before i called."

"oh?" you murmur, your voice dipping lower. "and what were you thinking about?"

"i was thinking about how you looked when i was with you, laying on the bed in my clothes."

"yeah?" a small smile plays on your lips. "what about it?"

"i just... i like seeing you in my clothes, especially when you don't have anything underneath," he whispers tentatively, trying to ease himself into this new territory. "i can see everything, then."

your breath catches slightly, his words catching you off guard, not only because of what he said, but because of how he said it too—spoken so softly yet so raw and honest.

you never expected your usually shy and quiet boyfriend to be so forward with you like this, and you take a moment to regain yourself, opening your mouth to respond until matt interrupts you.

"do you... do you touch yourself while wearing my clothes?" he asks you quietly, and you instantly feel a rush of heat throbbing between your thighs at his sudden question, shocked yet so fucking turned on.

you squirm a little, aware of the fabric of his shirt that's rubbing against your already pebbled nipples while your fingers trace along the waistband of the shorts, pushing beneath the elastic.

"yeah, sometimes," you breathe out shakily, spreading your legs further apart as you lightly touch yourself over your panties. “i think about you when i do it. i imagine you touching me instead with your tongue or your fingers.” 

“yeah? i think about you too…” his sudden confession makes you moan quietly, circling your clit over the fabric as you listen to him take deep breaths into the phone. “you always make me feel good when you touch me, but i like touching you more. i love tasting you.”

your cunt clenches around nothing at the words leaving his lips, how he still sounds so shy and timid, yet so confident. it’s a different side of him, definitely something you want to explore even more.

but you keep that to yourself for the moment as you shove your hand down your panties, your thumb pressing harder against your sensitive clit while shoving two fingers into your already slick hole—imagining they’re matt’s instead.

“what are you doing?” you hear matt ask in the midst of your pleasure, his voice quiet, yet you hear the faint rustling of his sweatpants being pulled down, causing the heat in your belly to swirl. “are… are you touching yourself? i can hear it—you’re so wet. i… i like that.” 

you moan, fingering yourself harder, pumping two fingers into your heat as matt’s voice fills your ears, making you squeeze tightly around the digits that curl against your gummy walls. your hips roll, meeting your own movements, the mattress creaking beneath you. 

“are you imagining it’s my cock in there instead? you… you like the stretch, right?”

that filthy, sudden yet specific question coming from matt makes your eyes bulge as your back arches off the bed, your nipples rubbing against the fabric of his shirt as your fingers thrust deeper—faster—the loud squelching noises heard clear as day. 

“y-yeah—yes. i like the stretch. so much,” you whimper. "i like it when you're buried deep inside me, matt."

"i like it too," matt pants, and you can hear the wet noises of his hand stroking his cock. "i like being inside you. you always feel so warm around me. tight too... your pussy is my favourite place to be."

you feel your toes curl as the pressure inside you builds, your hips rocking erratically against your fingers as you chase your teetering high. your walls clench rhythmically around your fingers, moans and whines spilling from your lips, perfectly in time with the sounds of matt frantically jerking himself off over the phone.

"i don't want you to cum like this," you hear matt falter, sucking in a deep breath, more rustling noises being heard on his end. you stop pumping your fingers, your brows knitting together in confusion as you pant down the phone, lips parting to question him until he continues. "i want you to cum on me—around me. i want to cum inside you. please let me come back to the bedroom... please."

"fuck," you breathe out, your chest rising and falling rapidly as your eyes snap to your bedroom door, heart pounding. you tighten your grip on the phone, nodding to yourself quickly. "come here. come back to me, matt."

there's a small pause before the line cuts off, followed by the hurried footsteps across the hallway. when the door swings open and he steps into the room—breathless and flushed—that familiar shyness reappears across his face.

for all the bold things he whispered into the phone a few seconds prior, for everything he spoke to you when the distance made him feel a lot braver than he already is—he still won't meet your eyes when he hovers over you, his cock buried in the place where he rightfully belongs.

divider credits. @/saradika-graphics.

©STURNIOZ est 2025 𐔌 . all rights reserved.

[astrolook]

💥Saturn Rx: Becoming Who You Were Always Meant To Be (The Hard Way) 💥

Note: These are my personal observations over the years from studying and intuitively feeling into Saturn Retrograde energy in the houses. Take what resonates and gently leave the rest. Feel free to drop your own experiences or reflections in the comments.

Fire Signs (Aries, Leo, Sagittarius) - You wanna do everything now but life keeps saying “not yet.” Your confidence took a few L’s before it started hitting. You might try to be bold, but overthinks it halfway through. Feeling blocked is your daily mood.

Air Signs (Gemini, Libra, Aquarius) - You’ve got big brain energy but second-guess everything. Talking is easy but being understood is a whole journey. Social stuff can feel like trying to solve a Rubik’s cube blindfolded. You are low-key sensitive.

Water Signs (Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces) - You feel a lot but doesn't know what to do with them. Your feelings hit like tidal waves but you keep trying to hold 'em in a teacup. You care too much, then pretend you don’t. Saturn Rx makes you feel like your softness needs armor. You're either hyper-emotional or emotionally ghosting yourself.

Earth Signs (Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn) - You’re out here tryna be responsible but always feel like you’re behind. You act chill but secretly stress over your 10-year plan. You can’t stop grinding, even when you’re burnt out.

Saturn Rx in the Houses:

Saturn Rx in 1st - You were born with a tiny adult living in your head judging your every move. Your confidence should be built from scratch with scraps. You’re super self-aware, but sometimes it crosses into lowkey self-doubt. People think you’ve got it all handled, but internally you’re like, “Am I even doing this right?” You might feel older than your years or like you’ve been in “survival mode” your whole life. There’s a pressure to hold it all together, to not show weakness, to be “in control” of your identity at all times.

Saturn Rx in 2nd - It's like growing up feeling broke even if you weren’t. Money stuff feels weird as either you're super strict with it or avoid it completely. You probably grew up feeling like comfort or luxury had to be earned with suffering. You might hoard stuff or money because there's this fear it’ll run out. Receiving can feel harder than giving, and even when you do get something good, you might brace for it to disappear. People might say you’re “practical” or “minimalist,” but a lot of that comes from fear of loss, of not being supported, of being judged for wanting more.

Saturn Rx in 3rd - It feels like having a million thoughts but second-guessing all of them before they leave your mouth. You wanna say something, but your brain hits you with “is this dumb tho?” mid-sentence. You’ve probably replayed awkward convos from five years ago like they just happened. Growing up, expressing yourself might’ve felt like walking on eggshells, or like no one actually heard you. You might talk less than you want to, or over-explain everything to seem “clear.” Texting back takes forever because you’re rewriting it five times.

Saturn Rx in 4th - Home was a place you didn’t totally relax in, even if nothing was “wrong.” You probably kept stuff to yourself because opening up felt unsafe or pointless. Family might’ve been distant, overly strict, or just not emotionally available like you needed. Nostalgia hits weird as either you feel weirdly disconnected from your past or super heavy about it. You overthink your roots, your sense of belonging, where you “fit.” People talk about “feeling at home” and here you’re still trying to figure out what that even means.

Saturn Rx in 5th - You want to express yourself but lowkey worries that you’ll look dumb. You might hold back creatively or not share your ideas 'cause you think they’re not good enough. You’ve got passion, but it’s buried under layers of “am I allowed to enjoy this?” Flirting is awkward and dating is exhausting or non-existent. You might feel awkward trying to be playful, like joy has to be earned or justified. People think you’re reserved or serious, but really you’re just scared of looking foolish.

Saturn Rx in 6th - Routines are either super strict or completely nonexistent, no in-between. You might have this constant inner voice micromanaging everything like how you eat, work, sleep, take care of yourself and it’s exhausting. Health stuff? You overthink every weird body feeling but also ignore your needs half the time. No real satisfaction. Chronic self-criticism is real as you notice every little flaw in how you look, work, live, or function. Jobs/studies can feel like a trap, or like you're stuck in roles that don’t fully match who you are. you're either overcommitting or secretly fantasizing about quitting it all. You probably don’t ask for help, and even when you need it, you convince yourself that you should be able to handle it alone.

Saturn Rx in 7th - Relationships are weirdly hard, even when you want them. You crave deep connection but you don’t fully trust it when it shows up. Getting close to people makes you nervous, like you’re constantly waiting for them to leave or mess it up. You might hold back your real feelings or take forever to open up. You are scared of choosing the wrong person as it's possible that you might not have had good examples of healthy partnerships growing up. So, being close to someone feels risky, even when you want it more than anything.

Saturn Rx in 8th - You are carrying a whole emotional vault inside you that barely anyone gets access to. There’s a fear of being vulnerable, like if someone really saw you, they’d either leave or use it against you. You might have complicated feelings around sex, power, control, or even money that’s shared with others like you're never fully safe letting go. Loss or betrayal may have happened early, or you were forced to grow up fast around heavy stuff. Emotional closeness feels intense, and part of you wants it, but another part always stays slightly guarded like you’re waiting for something to go wrong.

Saturn Rx in 9th - Growing up, you could’ve felt restricted around exploring whether that was travel, education, or even just asking deeper questions. So you learned to keep your curiosity quiet even when it’s loud in your head. Maybe you grew up being told exactly what to believe, or maybe you weren’t told anything at all and had to figure it out on your own. Higher education or travel might’ve felt delayed, limited, or like it came with a weird pressure to “prove yourself.” You might feel like you're late to the party in terms of “figuring it all out.”

Saturn Rx in 10th - It feels like being born with the weight of expectations real or imagined on your back. You could’ve grown up feeling like you had to be the “mature one,” the one who holds it together, the one who becomes somebody. Authority figures might’ve been strict, absent, impossible to please, or just emotionally unavailable. You do crave recognition but also terrified of being seen and judged. You overwork, over-plan, stay in your head, and still feel like you’re falling behind. You compare yourself constantly with others whom have figured it all out.

Saturn Rx in 11th - It feels like being in a room full of people and still feeling like you don���t fully belong. You want connection, community, people who get you but it’s like there’s a wall between you and the group, even when you're right there with them. Friendships might feel distant, inconsistent, or one-sided. You might struggle with trust when it comes to social circles or feel like you always have to keep a piece of yourself tucked away to be accepted. There's often a deep loneliness that doesn't show on the outside.

Saturn Rx in 12th - You probably learned early on to keep things to yourself, to process your pain quietly, or to disappear when you're overwhelmed. Asking for help feels impossible. Being vulnerable feels unsafe. And when you do fall apart, you often feel shame after like you failed some invisible standard. You're highly sensitive to energies around you, but you don’t always know what’s yours and what you’ve absorbed. Dreams, intuition, emotions are intense, but also confusing, like you’re constantly trying to decode yourself from the inside out.

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[oopsiedaisydeer]

ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ

…𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴

"Hey," Matt says, voice softer than usual, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to interrupt. You look up from your sketchbook, and he’s already looking at you, hands buried in the pockets of his hoodie, weight shifting from one foot to the other like he’s got too much energy and nowhere to put it. “Can I ask you something?”

You nod slowly, unsure what’s coming next.

He hesitates, then lets out a quiet laugh, nervous. “This is gonna sound weird. Or maybe just… sentimental. Which is worse, probably.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Try me.”

Matt pulls something from his hoodie pocket. It’s a scrap of paper, folded in half and then in half again, the corners frayed and the lines faded like it’s been unfolded and refolded too many times. He hands it to you, careful not to touch your fingers but coming close enough that your breath catches anyway.

You recognise the drawing instantly, one of your throwaway doodles. You’d drawn it months ago. You didn’t even know he had it.

“I found it on your desk one day,” he says, quickly, like he’s trying to get ahead of your questions. “I wasn’t snooping, I swear. I just… I don’t know. It felt like something. Like, peace. Or joy. Warmth."

He hesitates before adding, "Like you.”

You look at him then. Really look. His shoulders are hunched, and he’s chewing at the inside of his cheek, eyes darting between you and anything that isn’t you.

“So…” he trails off, clears his throat. “Would it be weird if I got it tattooed? Like, on me? Not huge or anything. Just… somewhere quiet.”

Your chest feels tight in a way that’s not unpleasant. You blink a few times, trying to slow your thoughts, trying not to overread the warmth in his voice when he said like you.

“You want my drawing on your body forever?” you ask, tone teasing, but your voice is a little breathless.

Matt lets out another nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, I mean… not to be dramatic or anything, but it already kind of is.”

You don’t say anything right away. You just stare at the little drawing, then at him. Your heart beats too loud in your chest. You think he can probably hear it.

“Okay,” you whisper.

“Yeah?” His voice lifts a little, hopeful. Soft in the way it gets when he’s not sure what you’re thinking.

“Yeah.” You smile, finally meeting his eyes. “But only if I get to choose where.”

His smile is slow, crooked, a little shy. “Deal.”

creds to @bernardsbendystraws for the dividers <3

a/n: i wish i could draw

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[shy-canadian-snowflake]

Watch Dog Logan:

“Lo” He whispered. “Lo-Lo.”

“Hm?” Came the sleepy grunt of the other man, as he tried to blink back the sleep that was fighting to take him over. “Wade?”

“Is there someone here?” He asked, shifting closer to Logan. They both were trying to sleep on the rickety old pull out couch. “Because I think there is someone here.”

“Huh?” He ran a hand down his face, before shaking out his head, trying to wake up fully. “Someone’s here?”

“There is?” Wade sat up quickly grabbing baby knife that was tucked under his pillow. Logan groaned out sitting up fully. 

“No Wade, wait a fucking second.” He huffed before sniffing the air. Wade was half out of the bed at that, tense and looking around. The seconds ticked on as Logan sniffed. 

“Well? What is it girl? Do we have an intruder or not?” Logan ignored the merc’s comment and got up with a grunt. 

“I’ll double check, let me piss first.” He yawned and scratched at his lower stomach as he stumbled to the bathroom. He was almost asleep damn it. But, he was also a little glad he wasn’t asleep quite yet. Once he was asleep, he was dead to the world. And Wade would be awake and alone.

Logan finished his business in the bathroom, then checked in on Al who was sleeping soundly in her own bedroom. He came back into the living room, eyeing Wade who was in his boxers still holding his knife and looking around wildly.

“Bathroom and Al’s room is all clear.” He said, walking around the couch. He purposely sniffed loudly so the merc could hear him. All he could smell was stale food and spilled beer in the kitchen. 

“Kitchen cleared?” Wade asked, slowly turning trying to follow Logan around the room. He made his way to the front door and sniffed around it too. Old boots and the smell of gunpowder from where Wade’s guns were hanging on the wall. 

“And the front door. All I’m smelling is Al’s old lady soap, the pizza from earlier and your dirty socks. No intruder.” He made his way back to the couch and flopped down, ready to get some sleep.

“...Are you sure?” 

“Bub, I’m positive. Nothing smells off.” Wade made his own way back to the couch, slowly sitting down, still brandishing the knife. 

“Does it sound weird?” Logan closed his eyes for a second before sitting up and tilting his head. He could hear Al’s breathing in her bedroom. He could hear the dripping coming from the tap in the bathroom- something he kept fighting with trying to fix-. He could hear the dog trying to find some scraps in the kitchen.

“All I’m hearing is Al, a tap and the dog. Nothing weird. Do you want to try to sleep?”

“Not yet, there’s something wrong, Peanut.” Wade’s heart was beating hard in his chest, Logan could clearly hear it from his side of the couch. “I know it.”

“I’ll do another survey. Wanna come with me?” He asked getting up from the couch once more with a stretch. Wade was up with him in a second. 

They made their way to the bathroom first, Logan walking normally while Wade kept close to the walls, looking this way and that. Logan didn’t comment, knowing the other was more lost in his own head than reality.

“I’m going to turn on the light.” He said as they got to the bathroom door. It took a second for the light to come on, blinding Logan for a moment. Once he blinked away the light spots he looked around the room once more, sniffing as he went. Wade joined him, cramping himself into the too small bathroom with Logan. He pushed back the curtain of their shower, still holding out his knife.

“All clear.” Wade said, giving the room a once over. Logan grunted, leaving the bathroom and flicking off the light as he went. Wade was hot on his trial as they made their way to Al’s room. Once they were at her door, Logan opened it and flicked on the light. 

Al slept through as Wade did a quick look around, checking behind curtains and in her closet. He gave Logan a thumbs up, so Logan turned off the light and quietly closed the door. 

“Living room next.” Wade said and Logan led the way. He sniffed around again once they got there as Wade checked the window, and looked behind bookcases. Logan watched as Wade’s eyes darted around the room, not really seeing what was there. 

“All clear Bub. Kitchen is all that’s left.” Logan tried to pull Wade from checking behind the TV stand, a place that not even Mary Puppins could get behind. It took an extra moment of checking before Wade allowed himself to be guided into the kitchen. Logan sniffed around the room again as Wade opened the pantry, then looked under the table.  “All clear.” Wade swallowed hard. “I want to check on Al one more time.” 

“Yeah? Okay Bub. Okay” Logan wrapped an arm around Wade’s shoulder, the heavy weight settled around him like a scarf. They made their way into Al’s room again. Logan flicked on the light and Wade slipped from under his arm to check the closet. Then behind the curtain. Then under the bed. 

‘All clear.’ Wade mouthed to him. "It smells like old ladies in here”’ Logan rolled his eyes and motioned for Wade to leave the room. 

“I can hear you two.” Wade jumped at the sound as Al sat up. “Rough night?” 

“Somethings wrong but I don’t know what. Feels like someone is hiding in the shadows. Laughing, evilly.” Wade said flopped down on Al’s bed getting a grumpy sound from the old woman. 

“I’m not hearing any evil laughter.” She said reaching out for Wade. Her hand found his and she stroked it softly. “If there was anything wrong going on, Logan and Puppins would be barking at it.”

“I don't bark.” Logan growled out as Wade laughed.  “And what was that sound you made? Sounded like a pissed off pomeranian to me.” She let go of Wade to pat the spot beside her in bed. The Merc wiggled his way up and under the covers. He cuddled into her side, throwing an arm around her. 

“Mm smells like mothballs and old lady foot cream.” He said snuggling. 

“And you smell like death but you don’t hear me complaining.” She grumbled settling in. “Close the damn door Logan, you are letting in a draft.” He did, walking deeper into the room. Sitting down on Wade’s side of the bed, he rubbed at the back of Wade’s neck. 

“Stop taking over the bed, scoot your ass over.” He pushed on the merc, who cuddled in closer to Al. Logan got in behind Wade and threw his own heavy arm over the other. 

“The light?” Wade questioned as Logan rubbed a cold nose along the nape of the other’s neck. 

“Said the shadows were laughing, right? Can’t fucking laugh if there’s no shadows to have.” That seemed to settle Wade for the moment. And Logan was happy to have that moment.It was going to be a long night, and noone in the apartment was going to get any sleep, but for a moment, just a moment, Wade relaxed.

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It's 2:45ish, sorry for any mistakes. I have to get up in 3 hours. ha. ha. ha. Also, I'm now using the tag Mentally Unwell Wade for all my well... Mentally Unwell Wade posts. :D

[barcapix]

EVE. MY NO.1 FOOTBALL WRITER AND NO.1 BBG.

would you write a ballerina!reader x pau or kenan where she gets hurt and they make a big fuss over it <333

like a hurt x healer trope kinda thing

imagine reader falling in one of her jumps and scraps her knee just the tiniest bit. BUT NO.

pau/kenan comes running over, holding her to the ground and inspecting her knee, panicking over such a small cut while reader sighs and shakes her head

pau/kenan wrapping the knee in bandages and disinfecting it with alcohol even though all it needed was a little bit of time to heal

pau/kenan worrying over every single thing reader does, overreacting when she limps slightly, falters in her step, etc

BRO WHY DID I BASICALLY WRITE THIS IM SORRY </3

just a thought you could do like bf headcanons if you dont want to do a whole ahh oneshot

GET THAT SMAU BABE

anyhow i need to stop yapping dni

LOVE YOU SM POOKIE AND HAVE A GREAT NIGHT!!!!! MWAHHH <33

✮ Watch Your Step - Kenan Yildiz

kenan yildiz x fem!reader

sy: you’re sentenced to read @n0vazsq long ass req i apologise in advance..

a/n: i cannot do smau’s for my LIFE but ily pookster here it is (four💔) months late.

warnings: no?

precision, balance, elegance.

aggressive, power, relentless.

the difference between you and kenan’s sport. yours was all about finding the angelic nature of balance, to show grace. and his? more so the physical and imbalanced nature of aggression, to show power.

so by all means, you both have different reactions to things. like today.

“the choreo,” you mumble under your breath, winding the silk around your ankles. “just a pirouette, adagio then a grand allegro.”

you nod firmly at yourself, marking out a section to practice. kenan is sat away in the corner, arms folded, a stand of loose hair fallen over his forehead—looking intimidating as hell.

though when you look over at him, he smiles.

the radio on the floor begins to play, and so do you. your steps glide in fluid motion, twirling and spinning.

your pirouette’s land gracefully, so do your adagio’s—but your allegro’s?

you land the first jump clean, and the second. but the third.. not so much.

your foot catches the floor at a weird angle, and before you could recover, gravity took over as you hit the floor with a soft thud—your knee scraped over the hardwood enough for it to sting.

“hey hey hey!”

kenan’s voice cuts through the silence of the studio like a whistle. he was across the room in seconds, at your side within an instant.

you sit up with a sigh, brushing your palm over your leg. there’s a little cut, a small draw of blood.

“what happened? did you twist anything?” his hands clutch the back of your leg, his eyes scanning over it like a monument. “is it deep? can you move it?”

you blink at him, half entertained. “kenan. it’s a scratch.”

“no—but it’s bleeding!” he exaggerates, already tugging at his compression shirt to maybe—god, was he going to wrap it?

“it’s literally the size of a fingernail,” you push his hands down. “i’ve had worse from shaving.”

kenan didn’t laugh. he frowned harder. “you could of hit your head y/n! or rolled your ankle, why are you practicing alone?”

“i always practice alone.”

“yeah, well, not anymore,” he mutters, still inspecting your knee. kenan does exactly what you thought he was doing to do.

the players fitted shirt gets pulled over his head, that chiseled back, and taut muscles that simply made your mouth water. the breadth veins from his neck travel down to his forearms, his biceps bulging slightly as he adjusts his shirt around your leg.

“kenan—no,” you try to dismiss, but it’s already around your knee. you wince at the pressure when he ties it too tight, and he panics.

“shit, shit i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean—is it too tight? wait. wait, i can take it off and get some tape? maybe there’s a first aid kit in the back?”

his voice is tinged breathlessly, eyes flickering up to yours like he’s watching your soul leave your body.

“babe,” you reassure. “i promise this isn’t fatal.”

still, his brows arch into dismissal, letting a dramatic huff fall from his lips as he gently woves his thumb over your now-covered knee.

kenan sits further upright. “well.. do you want anything? a drink, some food.. a book?”

“why would i need a book?”

“you can’t just sit here and get bored. unless i’ll take you home so you can put your knee,” he suggests as seriously as possible.

he really wasn’t letting go, huh.

you shake your head. “amorè i dont need a book. or home. i’m still practicing.”

your arms brace either side of you, ready to pull yourself up from the ground, until kenan guides you back down.

“you’re not gonna continue practicing,” he orders with a little bit of a snarl. not aggressive per se, just concerned. “we either go home or i’ll find you something to do. you’ve just injured yourself!”

“but—”

“no buts,” he continues. “now do you want anything? or i’ll carry you over to the car.”

you’ve always loved his protective nature, at everything he does for you, but when it comes to your job.. he’s kinda the worst.

then, an idea clicks in your head.

you rub at your throat. “i guess i’m a little thirsty.”

“okay, water? milk? cola?” he runs a hand over his face as if it were all too much.

“water should be fine,” you give him a light smile, coursing your fingers through his windswept hair.

“and a book? your phone? my phone?” kenan continues to ramble. if it weren’t just you two in the hall, anybody would think it’s your last day alive.

you just shake your head. “nothing else.”

kenan nods enthusiastically, mellowly kissing the tip of your nose, then your lips, until he stands up and jogs off.

you patiently wait until he’s fully out of sight before you lift yourself up again. your knee arches slightly, but not enough to stop you.

everything feels natural again. you glide back into position, marking out the jump you had missed.

the perfectionist in you needed to fix it.

your feet are pointed, ready to takeoff, except when you do, your balance falters and knee buckles a little on the landing.

“i thought i told you not to practice!”

you freeze mid step as kenan marches back in, the plastic cup in his hand slightly squashed.

your boyfriends eyes mark over you like a trained sniper. it only takes a second to look at your posture: weight shifted onto your good leg, the tiniest grimace from landing, for him to act.

“decision made. we’re going home.”

kenan swoops in and cradles you against his chest in one lift, his arms protectively locked under your legs and behind your back as if you weighed nothing.

if that wasn’t hot enough, him shirtless was.

your boyfriends muscles flex against your smaller frame, warm and solid like stone under silk.

“wait—kenan! i need to practice!”

“not with that knee you aren’t,” the man mandates, calmly, firmly and with absolutely no room for negotiations.

“i’m serious! kenan put me down!” you order, squirm and fidget but it’s useless. his broad arms only tense around you tighter, being careful not to jostle your ‘bandaged’ knee.

“nope.”

he strides towards the door like it’s a done deal; you half-amusingly swat his shoulder, but you can’t even help laughing a little at how serious he is about this.

he’s ridiculous. seriously overbearing.

then again, he’s also yours.

“i hate how strong you are,” you mumble into his neck, defeated.

“i already know that baby,” he says smugly. “but i’ll keep on carrying you until you finally admit that i’m right.”

🔖🏷️: @n0vazsq @hearzdiarx @paucubarsisimp @diarieeeelils @joaosnovia @httpsdana @universefcb @madamsoulette

[yawnderu]

Lamb of God — Nikto x Medic!Reader | Part I

Shot, stabbed, beaten... Mikhail has been through hell countless times, yet no amount of training or experience from years in Spetsnaz could ever prepare him for what Victor Zakhaev did to him. 8 missing nails, multiple new wounds on his already scarred body, and a face so disfigured he could no longer recognize himself— not only was his body broken, but so was his psyche.

His first visit was with the medics, wounds in desperate need of cleaning even with infection starting to set in most of them, the chemical burns on his face already blistering and itching despite being scolded by the medic multiple times for scratching himself. He was a difficult patient to say the least— not wanting anyone to touch his injuries or even look at him, only accepting treatment from the only person who dared confront him.

“'Stop that.” Your request comes in a sharp tone, not wanting him to itch his blistering injuries and make the scarring worse than what you knew it would be. A mumbled ''don't tell me what to do'' makes its way to your ears, though you decide to ignore it when he puts his hands way, adhesive bandages decorating his fingers where the nails had been ripped off.

“Sit up for me.” The man is an aggressive dog that defends himself with fangs bared, yet he somehow listens to your commands— even when he scoffs or grumbles before finally doing what you ask. Your gloved hand goes to his chin as you examine the red skin on his face, noting it was washed when he was first rescued, no residue of the acid left. He mumbles something and you raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to repeat himself.

“Is it gross?” His deep voice asks, accent even rougher with the raw emotion he's feeling. He knows for a fact it's gross, he saw it himself— he has blisters covering over half of his face, still remembering the acid dripping down his face from Zakhaev simply wanting to cause him pain.

“I've seen worse— at least you still have a face.” Being a medic for the military allowed you to see both human cruelty, and the extends injuries could go. You've seen multiple soldiers missing their face, skin pulled and bones poking out of their bodies— Mikhail's injuries aren't the worst you've seen, not even close.

“Your nose doesn't look too weird either, even when I was told it was broken. Your eyes still work, all your limbs are still attached... you'll recover from everything in no time.” You try to keep a positive attitude despite the way his baby blue eyes are staring holes into your head, pupils looking tiny despite the dim light in the room.

“I'm mostly worried about what's going on here.” You tap his head softly and he doesn't take long on pushing your hand away softly, a small smile making way to your lips when you notice how he avoids eye contact for a second before he's back to staring at you. You stare back for a while, trying to decipher what he's feeling before going to grab a cloth, filling a small bucket with cold water and making your way back to him.

“This might hurt a little bit, let me know if you want me to stop and we can take a break.” He looks down at the bucket of water and the cloth you're dipping in, squeezing the excess water as you wait for his approval. He gives you a nod in affirmation, flinching slightly as the cold cloth makes contact with his face. It doesn't hurt as much as he imagined— if anything, it feels almost soothing, the previous ache and itchiness disappearing even if only for a very short while.

“Заканчивай быстрее с этой хернëй.” He mutters under his breath despite how good it actually feels on his injuries, not wanting to get any pity from you.

“Be patient.” It almost feels like he's getting scolded by his nana, faint memories of the old woman cleaning his scrapped knees come to mind, holding onto them to try and stop the bad thoughts from flooding his damaged brain.

“Mikhail.” Your soft voice slowly brings him back to reality, feeling an odd sensation all over his face. His hand goes up to feel his cheeks, only now realizing that you already dressed his wounds. He looks utterly confused, not even remembering you getting gauze, everything happening too suddenly. Now that he thinks about it, he doesn't remember most of the heli flight back home, too busy thinking about... what was he even thinking about?

“Mikhail.” You repeat, one of your gloved hands going to his shoulder in attempts to make him look at you. He's still staring blankly at the floor, just as he has been doing for the past 20 minutes, not responding to his own name.

“Quiet, I hear enough voices.” He brushes you off, finally getting up from the medical bed and quickly leaving your office despite the small limp from the beatings he took for days.

He hears voices? His next stop will have to be with the provided psychiatrist once his body recovers a little bit to test if he's still fit to be part of Spetsnaz, leaving your heart filled with worry until you move onto the next patient, making a mental note to check on him later.

A/N: Mikhail is Nikto's name in this fic, the person he used to be before turning into Никто.

[raileurta]

Finally gotten a large enough break from exams to piece my thoughts together into an ask. A bunch of stuff about the sparkeater au has been marinating for days so this is a big one lol. Also, I tried sending this earlier but tumblr says that there was an error sending it so if this is a duplicate then whoops, feel free to ignore

First silly thought! Flying isn’t something you learn instantly. Ofc this doesn’t stop Miko, it just means that she’s is definitely asking bulkhead to just throw her as she figures it out. Also, I cant stop imagining Miko being very wobbly while flying with the harness at first like how cats don’t like harnesses. Once she’s used to flying with it she definitely pulls and makes it as much of a nightmare for others to control as possible though lmao.

Second thought! Horns! I can definitely see her taking full advantage of those horns for more aggressive cat-head bonks. Environmental storytelling with her most frequent bonk spots on bulkhead accumulating a bunch of scratches from her horns lol.

Next one, yawns! Y’know how kitty yawns start out with a little o, and then there’s the sticky tongue out, and then their face splits open into all those knives. I’m imagining that but double horrific for the bots cause of the split lower jaw lmao. (This au is slowly turning into cat!miko hours). You mentioned purring too and I could definitely hear them making one of those loud as hell cheetah purrs lol. Honestly at this point there’s probably a catnip equivalent for these guys that I’m just forgetting about.

Fourth thought: Randomly staring at the wall because she can smell someone coming before they actually show up! It’d definitely be useful but also I could see her straight up lying and saying that there’s ghosts in the walls or something.

Fifth thought! The prank potential would be legendary!!! So many ways to terrify basically any bot lmao. Especially as a reveal to the others. Wheeljack pretending to be injured and giving them a wheezy warning not to go into the Jackhammer while Miko makes ominous noises from the shadows. Waiting for the perfect moment where people have gotten on board to find the source but are the most on edge before pouncing. Ooh! Or drawing a decepticon insignia on a piece of scrap metal and putting it in a semi-visible hiding spot and pretending to hastily and guiltily hide it once someone notices. Or chewing on it while sitting juuuuust out of reach in the rafters or something and only letting a bot get enough of a glance for them to see the insignia before turning the blank side back to them and making them just internally go over every decepticon they haven’t seen/dealt with lately. Maybe use the autobot insignia for more immediate fear and panic idk lol

Final thought: While I can’t think of a reason why anyone would give Miko permission to go feral off of the top of my head, knowing full well what she’s capable of, I can’t help but think of her just going 0 to 60 instantly without hesitation like this:

(its just a funny visual lol)

This immediately made me think of this post.

I severely doubt Bulkhead would ever launch Miko like this; I can however see someone like Wheeljack doing it. He’s in the Jackhammer and he just launches her out the ship at full speed. Then seeing her gliding/falling from the sky rabidly aged both Bulkhead and Ratchet by a couple of millions of years. Surprisingly Wheeljack wouldn't be reprimanded by Ultra Magnus for this as he knows about seeker teachings and he thinks this is the human equivalent of it. So he is too throwing Miko off of cliffs, much to the dismay of everyone around him.

Miko very much does the cat thing of freezing up and then flopping over. Ever since her transformation Miko has only worn loose fitting altered shirts and pants as anything tight isn't the most comfortable. So the sensation is a very weird experience for her. But yes once she gets used to it Miko will be a COMPLETE menace.

The horns are fairly durable so she can bonk as long as Miko wants! Ratchet is probably very annoyed by all the scratches he has to fix now. Bulkhead doesn't mind too much as Miko is too cute to get mad at.

The yawn of horrible body horror and teeth! It's not a pretty sight to say the least. (Heh rhymed) I will enable the Miko cat hours, as I'm a sucker for it! Ooh yeah some big ole Cheetah purrs.~ The autobots slowly become the white women stereotype of waiting to pet extremely dangerous animals and put sweaters on them. Bulkhead loves his Eldritch daughter and will spoil the hell out of her.

Human catnip? Don't you mean weed?/j

Miko is forever the gaslighter. She just has too much fun pranking everyone and Wheeljack will forever enable her shenanigans. Probably has her on speed dial at the ready for whenever the opportunity to mess with people appears. The two of them definitely have invented at least fifteen new folktales. Ever been in that situation where your pet has something in their mouth they shouldn't be eaten so you have to wrestle them for it? That's what's happening with Miko and Ratchet or Optimus. They're desperately trying to grab her and asking who's armor is that??? Miko is not that mean to pretend to have eaten an Autobot. She does have standards, they're just really low ones.

Arcee if she's fed up enough or it's Arachnid, especially if it's Arachnid. The first time they meet with Miko at her side she just sends the spider bot the most shit eating grin ever then just slowly unlatches the leash connected to Miko’s vest. Arcee doesn't say or do anything but give Miko a small nod and that's enough permission for her.

Needless to say Arachnid is a lot more wary of humans now.

[yayasvalveplay]

(I've been encountering some very... kink awakening fics and artworks lately so sharing an idea born from all the horny in my brain rn.)

The non-cogged aren't just created for mining. There's plenty of other work to do that needs dedicated workers. And that includes the red-light district. (Or maybe it would be the blue light district because energon is blue here 🤔) But it would be so cruel to make actual mechs do that. But don't worry, these buymechs aren't like the other cogless! They're just really advanced drones. They're not real people. It's okay to do whatever you want with them.

Cut to Orion Pax. He's been told since he's onlined that he's not a real person. Had this lesson seared into his processor by thousands of roving servos. Treated as an object that's put away after use into a tomb of a recharge station that makes miners recharge slabs look like a luxury. The only thing that makes his life bearable is the datapad he squirreled away after a customer left it behind. He's been using it to teach himself how to read and through it he learns there's other jobs a cogless mech like himself could do. If he can just get rid of the identifying carvings in his armor that mark him as a "drone" he'd be able to get away from here. And he's ready to go to any length to do that.

While working the least favorite miners shift of moving scrap from place to place, D-16 comes across what he's sure is the scene of an assault and battery or some other horrible crime. There's a blue and red mech in the alley with a frame riddled with scratches and slashes, some so deep they're even leaking energon. (Orion had to make sure not a mark of his buymech status remained) Obviously he takes the mech to the barrack doctor. During the treatment the doctor find that this mystery mech is no where in their systems. At all. Which is incredibly weird and concerning. It's not a problem they've ever encountered before. While they try to figure this out, D-16 please watch over this guy for a bit? He seems to have some processor damage with how weird he is though...

Idk, just the idea of an Orion imprinting on D and it being a weird and complex thing because his only method of interaction with others before has been through transactional interface and he's now interacting with this guy who was so repressed at the beginning of the film... plus the constant fear that the friends he's making will find out he's "not a real mech". Sorry I'm writing this late at night so this probably makes no sense, but I hope I'm at least communicating The Vibe.

No I think I understand what you are getting at.

Orion has known nothing bit intimate touch so to have someone not want that and instead just want to be his friend. It's a learning curve. And hrs trying so hard to be a normal mech and learn how to be normal.

It's hard. It's really really hard. And if he makes a wrong move they'll bring him back to become a shareware again. He does not want that. So he's trying. And for trying Dee thinks that's there's something wrong with him. But being miners they can't help out in getting him fixed, just help him by figuring out his ticks.

[pankowcrumbs]

Tattoo X Luke Hemmings (Requested)

MasterList

5 Seconds of Summer Masterlist

I must have checked the time on my phone about fifteen times in the past three minutes. My leg was bouncing uncontrollably, fingers fidgeting with the hem of my oversized jumper, and the little air conditioning vent above the reception desk was somehow making me colder by the second.

“Babe, you’re shaking like a leaf,” Luke murmured, sliding his hand over mine to still it.

I looked up at him, sat beside me on the little black sofa, long legs stretched out, rings glinting in the light as he reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’m not shaking. I’m just… vibrating slightly.”

He laughed, soft and warm. “You’ve flown across the world alone. Survived that god-awful mushroom risotto at your cousin’s wedding. You can handle a tiny tattoo.”

I groaned. “Do you remember that risotto? I still have nightmares.”

“Exactly. Ink is nothing compared to that war crime in a bowl.”

The receptionist called my name and gestured towards the back. “Alright, Y/N. Finn’s ready for you.”

Luke stood before I could, offering his hand like we were on a date rather than headed toward a session involving needles and regret.

“You still wanna come in?” I asked, nerves tightening my voice.

He gave me a look. “Course I do. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I left you alone with a buzzing needle and your spiralling thoughts?”

“The smart kind?”

He grinned, fingers closing around mine. “Nah. I’m all in.”

The studio was cool, quiet, and smelt faintly of antiseptic and vanilla-scented candles, which was weirdly comforting. Finn, my tattoo artist, was tall, bearded, and had a sleeve of flowers and planets that made him look like some kind of gentle, intergalactic gardener.

“So,” he said, flipping open his iPad. “This is the design you sent me?”

I nodded, showing him the tiny sketch again on my phone three stars, aligned horizontally, delicate and clean. It was something I’d drawn when I was sixteen, always tucked away in notebooks and scrap pages. A secret little symbol of hope. A promise to myself.

“Perfect for a first,” Finn said, nodding approvingly. “Placement?”

“Here,” I said, pointing just below the inside of my elbow.

Luke leaned over to look. “That’s gonna look so pretty. It’s so you.”

I glanced at him. “What does that mean?”

He shrugged, sitting on the little stool beside me. “Just... simple. Classic. Quiet, but still cool.”

“You’re describing a denim jacket, not me.”

He smirked. “You’re my denim jacket.”

Finn chuckled as he prepped the area, swabbing and shaving the tiniest patch of skin. “You two are cute.”

Luke shot me a look. “See? Even the man with the space flowers thinks so.”

Once the stencil was placed and I’d triple-checked the positioning, Finn told me to lie back and relax, which was hilarious given the circumstances. I reclined as best I could, heart in my throat, and Luke scooted his chair closer so he was right beside me.

“You alright?” he asked, brushing his thumb over my knuckles.

I nodded. “I’m fine. I think.”

“You don’t look fine. You look like you’re about to launch into space.”

I blew out a breath. “I just… don’t know what it’s gonna feel like.”

Finn piped up, adjusting his machine. “First couple of seconds are weird. Then your brain catches up and dulls it out. You’ll be grand.”

“I trust you,” I said. “Kinda.”

He smiled. “Ready?”

I looked at Luke. He nodded once, eyes soft. “I’m right here.”

And with that, the buzzing began.

It wasn’t awful.

I mean it wasn’t pleasant, but it wasn’t the medieval torture I’d built up in my head either. A sharp scratching, like a cat with an agenda, followed by a warm stinging sensation. Finn worked with careful precision, and true to his word, after a minute or so, it just became a dull ache.

Still, I gripped Luke’s hand like I was about to be pulled into the underworld.

“Talk to me,” I whispered. “Distract me. Tell me something stupid.”

He grinned. “You want stupid?”

“Please.”

He leaned in conspiratorially. “Okay, so when I was twelve, I tried to impress a girl by telling her I could do a backflip. I’d never done a backflip in my life.”

I winced slightly as the needle shifted to a new line. “This feels like it’s going somewhere tragic.”

“Oh, it is. I attempted it… in front of the school tuck shop.”

“No,” I gasped, half laughing.

“Yup. I flailed like a dying fish mid-air, landed on my shoulder, dislocated it, and cried in front of three Year 10s and a canteen lady named Sandra.”

“Luke!”

“Worst part? The girl still went out with my best mate two weeks later.”

I laughed despite the sting in my arm. “Sandra’s probably still telling that story.”

“She should be. I was epic.”

Ten minutes in, I was breathing more easily, the pain becoming manageable. Luke hadn’t stopped talking random stories, inside jokes, and even a dramatic retelling of the time he got trapped in a lift in Tokyo with Calum and two boxes of hot chips.

He looked down at me then, eyes catching the light in a way that made my stomach flip for reasons entirely unrelated to the buzzing in my arm.

“You’re doing amazing,” he said softly. “I’m proud of you.”

I smiled. “Thanks for coming with me.”

“Wouldn’t have missed it.”

I watched him for a moment, his blonde curls falling over his forehead, silver rings glinting on his fingers, his denim jacket sleeves pushed up. He looked so effortlessly him, and something about the warmth in his expression, the care in his presence, made my chest ache in the best way.

Finn leaned back. “And… done.”

“What?” I blinked.

“That’s it,” he said, wiping gently over the skin. “Wanna see?”

I sat up slowly, heart still pounding, and he handed me the mirror. There, just under my elbow, were the three stars tiny, delicate, perfect.

I stared at them for a long moment. “It’s… beautiful.”

Luke peered over my shoulder. “It really is. So you.”

I looked at him again, then back at my arm. “I did it.”

He kissed my temple. “You bloody did.”

Once we’d thanked Finn profusely, gotten all the aftercare instructions, and I’d overpaid in a moment of post-needle euphoria, Luke and I stepped out into the warm early evening air. The sun was dipping low, casting a golden haze across the pavement.

We didn’t speak for a while. Just walked hand in hand toward the car, the world calm and quiet around us.

As he opened the passenger door for me, I hesitated.

“You okay?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yeah. Just… I don’t know. It feels like more than a tattoo, y’know?”

He tilted his head. “It is more. It’s a part of you now.”

I glanced at it again, still red and tender, but glowing under the sunlight. “I think I did it because I needed to prove to myself that I could.”

Luke brushed his fingers against mine. “You’ve always been brave, Y/N. Even before the stars.”

I met his eyes. “You make it easier.”

He smiled, pulling me in gently by the waist. “You make it worth it.”

I leaned into him, arms around his neck, and kissed him slow tender and grateful, everything unsaid held between our lips.

“Next time,” he whispered, “I’m getting one with you.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Matching stars?”

“No,” he said, lips brushing against mine. “Just your name.”

I laughed. “Bit full on, Hemmings.”

“Then I’ll just settle for another hour in a tiny room holding your hand.”

I smiled, heart full. “Deal.”

[twst-drabbles]

Leona 27

Summary: Little Leona likes to nap in a bowl filled with scraps of Cheka’s old baby blanket. During those times, you like to scratch him and watch him melt into a pile of sand.

(Hmm, might write about Rook next. I miss him and his weirdo antics. No clue what to do on that front.)

Often, you have to be careful with your timing when it comes to petting Leona. If you try to approach him too early with your affection, he’ll bat at your fingers and run away from you. If you give in to your impatience and insist on giving him affection, he’ll straight up leave the house and won’t come back until Falena or Cheka come here to pick him up.

For a creature that naps quite a bit, his tolerance towards anything is very thin. Which you suppose is natural for spoiled critters such as him. Vil was much the same way until you came along and humbled him.

Ignoring Leona worked out for the most part. He’d stay in the house of his own volition, only venturing out as far as the garden and as high as the roof. Sure, he’d still make demands of you and would sand your things if he thought that would get you to listen, but that time trapped in that airtight container you got from Crowley certainly got him thinking twice.

Anyway, all this to say that Leona went from ignoring your existence until he wanted a servant to always wanting to be in the same room as you because he must keep an eye on you, like you’re a threat or something. And because Leona was constantly in your presence, it was only a matter of time before he started napping in it.

In every room you’re usually hanging out in, you have these ornate hand-painted bowls you’ve received as a gift just sitting there close to you. Inside those bowls were a handful of cloth cut from Cheka’s old baby blanket. You felt a little weird asking for that at the time but now you had no regrets.

Because, inside the bowl on the patio you’re at was Leona, face buried deep into the creases as he laid on his belly. Only in moments like these could you reach out and stroke his face without it being a gamble.

Leona’s been getting better at getting pettings, though he only tolerates a few pats before zipping off elsewhere. When in the deep throes of sleep, however, you could dig your fingers into his face and he wouldn’t care.

You lifted his limp head, watched the weird way the dips and creases of his face shifted and melded together like writing on sand, then scratched the bottom of his chin. He woke up in instant, features rushing right back to definition, blinked, then sank onto your fingers.

Leona was one of those pets that, when he starts really getting into feeling your nails scratch against his form, he starts wanting it deeper. He lowered himself further and further, the shape of himself getting flatter in the way boneless creatures do.

You snorted just as Leona finally lost his grip on his form, losing his colors to the golden sand. He fell with a dull thud on his little scraps of blanket, gold flecks trailing down through the gaps in your fingers.

Leona reformed himself like clay, didn’t even bother with putting himself in his tiny clothes. Instead he looked up with his sleepy eyes, grabbed your fingers and shoved his face into your palm.

Oh he’s going to regret this later once he fully wakes up, you just know it.

[rd0265667]

Mina x Reader: la folie d'un(e)

Permanent Taglist: @cwpiqwon @justme-idle

A/N: Yes, The picture is a weird choice, I promise it's the right pic. Also sorry @keervah. and thanks @frenchyypoo and @1luvkarina for beta reading

Your eyes shut tight at the bright glare of the sun, causing you to wince in annoyance. As you reach around your bed, you found yourself alone. That was odd, Mina loved to sleep in on her off days, especially after a week long stint on the graveyard shift. Hmm, maybe she got hungry.

“Babe?” You groggily call out, scratching your hair, expecting to smell some waffles, or any of the foods Mina usually liked to prepare for breakfast, but no. No response from her either. Your eyebrow raised in caution. No note, no message, nothing. Your first  thought was an intruder. As someone who was married to a law enforcement officer, you’ve had many close scraps with pissed off criminals hoping to get revenge, or an up and coming criminal wanting to kidnap a cop for leverage. Arming yourself with a small kitchen knife, you creeped out of the kitchen slowly. No signs of forced entry, your IDS was still armed. Either your intruder was a ghost, or you were all clear.

Letting out a sigh of relief, you holster the knife, going to the fridge to grab some milk. You’ve had this situation happen more often than you’d like, but that’s the downside of being married to a police officer. Mina would disappear in the morning, for some manhunt or all hands on deck situation. When these situations arose, you found it best not to call, the miniscule chance of the call messing something up was too huge a deterrent for you to interrupt her work. She’ll call when she can. In the meantime, to keep your mind off of it, you grab your tote bag, intending on heading to the market for some shopping. On the way out however, an old photo frame that sat at the mantle next to the door seemed odd. You distinctly remember it being a picture of both you and Mina at the beach, your first date, now instead, it was a picture of you with your family at one of your cousin’s weddings. That’s odd, you could have sworn it was a picture with Mina. Maybe she’s been doing some redecorating. A discussion for when Mina comes back. “Yo! Juin!” You shout out as you waved to the teenager manning the store. “Morning Boss, what do you need today?” He said as he got up, adjusting his apron. “Just looking for some fruit. Where’s your pops?” You ask, looking through the fruits available at the store. “Oh he’s in the back, settling some shipping problems with the delivery guys.” Juin replied as he took the watermelons and other assorted fruits from you, going to wrap it up. “Big day? You usually don’t buy so many fruits in one go.” “Well, Mina’s probably had a long day, so I want to prepare a fruit platter for her to go with dinner.” You reply with a smile as you hand him the money. “Mina? New Girlfriend?” Juin asked in confusion. “Come on man, you’ve met Mina, she’s been my wife for 2 years and counting. Don’t you remember her? Japanese, shy, looks like a penguin, loves ketchup irrationally.” You ask, perplexed that Juin could not remember Mina. “Doesn’t ring a bell.” Juin replied, clearly not joking too. The youth these days, them and their poor memories. “Oh well, gotta run, say hi to your dad for me, he definitely knows her. Ask him to show you a picture of Mina.” You say, placing the fruits into your tote back, waving before walking off. As you walked off, Juin’s dad walked out. “Hey pops, Y/N came by. They mentioned a wife? Mina?” Juin asked his father “Who’s Mina?”

After a little more shopping, you hauled your bags back into your apartment complex, seeing a neighbour, and good friend of Mina’s, Nayeon, waving to you, rushing up to you and relieving your load of bags, then looping her hand around your arm. “Expecting company tonight Y/N? I’m disappointed you didn’t invite me first.” Nayeon pouted, looking at you in mock anger. “Another day Nayeon, I have a lovely spread for Mina tonight.” You respond, gesturing to your bags. Nayeon looks at you quizzically. “You have a girlfriend now? How could you keep this from me?” Nayeon asked, now more shocked than her previous mock anger. You chuckle awkwardly, trying to see when Nayeon would burst out laughing, or be unable to hide a smirk about this trick, but none. Nayeon seemed serious. “Come on, Nay, seriously. Mina was the one who introduced me to you. The two of you are in the same book club? There’s no way you don’t know her.” You ask her, worried as pieces slowly began to fall apart. She was missing this morning, no note, nothing. Juin didn’t remember Mina, more importantly, Nayeon didn’t either. Nayeon, who spent more time with Mina and their little friend group then she spends sleeping. This doesn’t make any sense. Seeing Nayeon shake her head, clearly now worried about you, you shook your head, muttering under your breath. “This isn’t possible. I have to go.” You hastily run to your door, leaving Nayeon standing behind you, confused and worried. You fumbled with the key in your hand, frantically trying to open the door. When the door finally creaked open, you bolted in, intending to find a picture of Mina. Maybe Nayeon was just having a medical issue, and a picture of Mina would jog her memory. You sprinted around the house, trying desperately to find Mina in a picture. But somehow, not a single one could be found. Picture frames where photos of the two of you once sat, were now replaced by pictures with your family. Even those photos you knew, you were certain, Mina was in, she was absent from those pictures, disappeared like she had never existed. How could this happen? Were you going mad?

You hastily pull your phone out, looking for her contact, but none showed up. Dialling her number, the phone company says that the number is not registered. Desperate, you phone the police. “Hello, Castle Hills Police Department Dispatch. How may I help you?” “Where is Officer Mina Myoui, badge number 23796.” You hastily spit out. “Who is this?” “This is Y/N L/N, Officer Mina Myoui’s partner.” “Alright, I’ll check.” The clacking of the keyboard in the background of the call offered no help to calm your nerves, forcing you to try to take deep breaths to keep your heart rate low. “I’m sorry, we have no record of an Officer Myoui.” You immediately hang up, dropping the phone to the ground as you felt the world around you begin to dance. Mina was gone from pictures, gone from…everything. Did she never actually exist? It didn’t make any sense, you remembered every single moment you had spent with Mina, meeting her at a cafe near her station, your first date at the beach, getting married, moving into this apartment together. But it was undeniable, no one else remembered Mina, not her friends, not her coworkers, there was no trace of Mina,  not in photos, nothing. Was she really a hallucination all this while, or was this all a huge nightmare, but if this was a nightmare, why would you be able to rationalise all this, you had read this before, was this madness? And why is this happening and does that lamp look weird, maybe the dimensions were off and why is this happening today, and-

Before your mind could race anymore, the world grinded to a halt. The honking of traffic outside went silent, birds stopped chirping. For a matter of fact, they stopped flying, frozen in the air as if time had stopped. And it had, for everything, and everyone, except for you. Looking around in confusion, you heard a thud at the door. Still disoriented, you just stared at the door. As the lock clicked, the door opened, and through the door, stepped Mina. Though initially stunned, you quickly ran up to her, throwing her into an embrace, one which she reciprocated, wrapping her hands around you and squeezing tight. “What’s going on, Mina? No one remembers you, and nothing of you is here, it's like you don’t exist.” You frantically ask, not willing to let go of Mina, afraid that she’d disappear the moment she left your grasp. “I’ll explain everything. Let’s sit down first.” Mina said, pointing to the couch as she made a poor attempt at hiding the tears in her eyes. Grabbing her hand as tightly as you could, the two of you walked to the couch. “Y/N.” Mina started, a slight pause in the middle of her sentence, taking a deep breath. “I’m not human. I’m a goddess.” She said, looking you straight in the eye. “Don’t lie to me. I’ve been through enough today Minari. Please, just tell me the truth, that’s all I need.” You plead, feeling your brain about to break at any moment. “I’m not lying, My parents wanted to give me a normal adjacent childhood, so they left me on earth with parents to take care of me after I turned 6.” Mina explained, extending her hand as she conjured a small flame in her hand. You were shocked, but after the news that no one remembered your wife, this just seemed like a somehow reasonable extension of the day. “Okay, if you’ve had these powers for so long, then why would everyone forget you now? Why all of a sudden?” Tears welled up in Mina’s eyes, fists clenched. “My mom was killed. There was a rogue in the pantheon, and she killed many of the gods and goddesses. I need to ascend to take her place, then put the rogue down. But… for me to ascend to the pantheon, there cannot be a trace that I existed as a mortal here.” Mina explained, fingers trembling. “You did this…You erased everyone’s memories of you, every trace of you.” You questioned, a tinge of betrayal bubbling in you.

Mina was unable to look you in the eye, fist clenched, hesitating a moment before nodding. “Then why do I remember?” You ask, perplexed. “Because I love you. I had to make everyone forget about me, and erase every trace of me, but I thought I could sneak one person past with their memories. You. Leave you with the memories of our love. And it worked. I ascended without a problem. But I saw how you were suffering, not because you had forgotten about me, but because you remembered. I don’t want to see you slowly go insane, my love. I can’t do that to you.” Mina explained, hand lightly cupping your cheek. “So what now.” You mumbled, realising your happy life was slowly collapsing like a house of cards. “You know what I have to do.” Mina whispered “Please, Mina. No. I want to remember you. I want to remember our first kiss, our movie nights, our everything. Please, Mina. Even if I can’t have you, at least…let me remember what I once had with you. I won’t go crazy, I know you had to ascend, I’ll go about my life now, but I want to remember. Please.” You say, at this point, you had stopped even attempting to hold your tears in, staring at Mina, trying to map every bit of her face for what could be the last time,  her almond shaped eyes, her blond hair, her little mole, everything that made up the woman you loved. Mina shook her head with tears in her eyes. “The only reason I was allowed back down was because I said there was someone who I had forgotten to wipe. They’ll check, Y/N. I don’t have a choice.” Mina whispered, cupping your cheek, pulling you in for one last kiss. As you shared your last kiss, your last embrace, you begged, you almost screamed, cursed at the powers that be, for all of this to be a dream. For you to wake up in your bed, held by your loving wife, living the perfect life you had enjoyed for so long “Goodbye, my Y/N. My love for you will never fade, I promise. I love you.” Mina whispered, before gently placing her hand on your forehead. “No Mina! Please!” You screamed in despair, but it was too late. Mina, eyes clenched shut, unwilling to look in the eyes of the person she had spent so much time with, and loved so deeply, forget about her, and forget about everything they had done together. The love they shared together, the kisses in bed before going to work. All gone Then, as if a curse was laid upon her, while removing your memories, she was forced to watch the future she was robbing the both of you of. You would have had two kids. One would have been named Jackson. The other, Rachel. You would have had your vows renewed at Hawaii on a family vacation. The two of you would have had long lives ahead of you, full of love, full of everything you could ask for, all because you would have had Mina. Not anymore

As Mina recoiled back, she fell onto the sofa, sobbing into her hands as you now stood frozen at the couch. Mina took her last look at you, wanting to burn you into her memories, and simultaneously, she felt an intense wave of grief and sadness. Your memories of her are lost now. You would meet someone else, fall in love with someone else, walk down the aisle with someone else. It was supposed to be Mina. It was Mina. But not anymore. Walking up to your frozen figure, Mina leaned in, leaving one last peck on your forehead.

“I’m so sorry, my love. This is my curse now, all of our memories, remembering you but never being able to have you. I’ll live for thousands upon thousands of years, but I’ll never love another. I’ll be cursed to love the ghost of you. A madness, la folie d’une”

[teecupangel]

Concept: Imagine if Altaïr had a habit of adopting birds of prey and stuff.

Ezio did the same thing except with cats (including a lion cub, if you know the reference to Da Vinci you'll get it)

Connor adopted canines constantly.

Desmond inherits all of these and takes in every single stray animal he finds. It doesn't matter if it's even safe to keep as a pet. He just adopts every single animal in sight.

In other words, through genetic manipulations, the Isus have created the ultimate savior of humanity:

A Disney Princess.

And it all started with Altaïr accidentally turning one of the towers in Masyaf as an aviary that only housed Birds of Prey.

No one knows how he did it.

They were pretty sure he started doing it after his father died and no one had the heart to tell a grieving child to stop adopting birds as a coping mechanism.

By the time Altaïr had been initiated, the aviary and its occupants have become just another staple in Masyaf.

Is it weird that they only listen to Altaïr?

Is it weird to hear Altaïr have a full blown conversation with them?

Very much so.

But it was Altaïr.

He was as weird as he was talented.

So people just left him be.

Time passed and Altaïr became a legend in the Brotherhood.

There were whispers that he could command any kind of birds of prey to do his bidding.

Perhaps he could.

Perhaps he could not.

No one found out the truth.

Ezio, on the other hand, was known as a hoarder of cats.

He gives food to even the dirtiest stray cats that could be found scurrying in the streets.

And they would follow him back to the Brotherhood’s hideout where some poor servant or recruit would have to bathe the cat, suffering the scratches and bites.

Only to be rewarded by the cat purring contently when it is presented to Ezio who holds it in his arms and calls it bella or bello.

And then… Ezio managed to get a hand on an illegally smuggled lion cub who grew up to be quite… large.

A very spoiled large cat who always loved it when Leonardo would come to visit because he would give the lion treats so it would let Leonardo study it.

Now, Ratonhnhaké:ton didn’t plan to adopt any animals. It just so happened that he joined a wolf pack in taking down preys once and now he was considered a… ‘kindred spirit’. They would join Ratonhnhaké:ton whenever he was off hunting and wouldn’t take his kills.

When he left the village, he saved a dog being mistreated by Red Coats and the dog just followed him to the homestead.

While he was sleeping the barn, he saw another dog, all skin and bones, rummaging the containers where the old man keeps the horses’ food for any scraps it might eat and he felt sorry for it so he would throw it a bit of the meat he would prepare for him and the first dog that kept following him.

By the time, Achilles finally agreed to train him, the wolf pack that he had hunted with near his village came to the homestead and… just followed him around.

Achilles thinks it’s a gift.

That there have been Assassins that had a close kinship with animals like Altaïr with his birds and Ezio with his cats.

The wolf pack stayed in the homestead when Ratonhnhaké:ton went with Achilles to Boston. The dog that Ratonhnhaké:ton fed also stayed because they learned that he was already quite an old dog.

Achilles didn’t say anything but the grief in his eyes made it clear that the old dog’s owner had been one of the many dead Assassins that Achilles knew.

When Ratonhnhaké:ton returned from Boston…

Not only was he accompanied by the first dog he adopted, he apparently adopted 3 more dogs along the way.

Achilles has himself to blame for that one.

And so, time moves on and Desmond Miles is born.

The window to his nursery was always close because birds and squirrels would come inside an open window and surround his cradle.

His mother had been worried that those squirrels and even some of the birds might carry something that would make a baby sick.

When he grew older, his friends were the animals in the woods surrounding the Farm and the guard dogs that Farm used.

The other children thought he was weird because of his affinity to animals.

Many adults found it to be a bit disturbing but also a sign of the greatness that Desmond would achieve.

Why else would he have the same ‘skill’ as Altaïr and Ezio, after all?

Then Desmond showed… to be lacking in training.

He wasn’t bad.

He was even better than a lot of the other kids.

The problem was…

Everyone expects him to be more than that.

And Desmond couldn’t take it.

So he ran away.

And the animals ran away with him.

And Desmond finds an abandoned farm where he finally carves out a place of happiness for himself and his friends.

… Desmond has no idea where the bear came from but he became docile after Desmond scolded him for destroying the trash bin and eating spoiled food.

[fawnbong]

Ok so I accidentally posted this like way too early so I deleted it immediately but this is a request from @rottmeltson !! I saw ur ask, thank you for the kind words :-))

I actually don't remember if they requested x reader (???) ones or not but that's kinda all I do so I'm assuming it is

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"Extra, extra in love" - Ramshackle

Rigel x Reader

Romantic

Headcanons

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Please don't be 12 year olds please don't be 12 year olds I swear to God if they're 12 year olds

ok so i was originally going to do both rigel and cen but then i realized i literally cannot do that right now but i like rigel more so here u go brochacho!!

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Rigel

This is the one without the hat

Rigel is more composed and mature compared to his brother. He's still annoying and an overall nuisance, but at least he has somewhat of an 'off' switch. He's not very romantic/romantically driven, nor has he ever given it much thought, so it's likely something that not only confuses him but also possibly irks him. He thinks it's silly and unimportant compared to the responsibilities and concerns of a scrap.

However, that doesn't mean he outwardly denies any romantic feelings he may harbor towards you. They don't develop very fast, but rather more gradually and slowly, possibly over a few months, and it takes even longer for him to act on them. At first, he's confused and a little grossed out, being so immature, and is quick to deny them for a very long time. He also likely wouldn't take any teasing very well. He's in denial for a good while before he can at least kind of come to terms with it, and in the meantime, he copes by calling you names and playing stupid pranks on you.

I think he expresses such feelings through teasing and bickering, purposefully holding you back on days you pick up the news so that your time together may last a tiny bit longer, even if it ends with you storming off and grumbling in frustration. Any reaction you give him makes him laugh, really.

He annoys you badly, and yet you keep coming back. He'll take that as a sign of you reciprocating his feelings, or at the very least, considering him somewhat of a friend. That's plenty for him. He still won't make a move, though. That's for you to worry about.

Probably really likes attention, especially yours. He'll whiz past you on his skateboard, so fast it causes your hair and clothing to whip about, and drop a newspaper at your feet free of charge. He isn't really one for outright, grand gestures unless he's positive you'll like both the gesture and him, if that makes sense.

Similarly, he's always happy to show off in front of you. He takes the opportunity whenever he gets into minor scuffles with his brother to really show off his "strength" and muscles (or lack thereof). Whether he loses or not, he'll still parade about any scratches or bruises to display how tough he is in hopes of possibly raising your opinion of him, and he's almost convinced that it works.

He's an alright partner. He likes getting into trouble, especially with you, and has no problem dragging you around town to pick pockets or find something to eat. He's especially fond of writing little tidbits of poetry with you in mind. He will never ever present them to you, and if you stumble upon them for whatever reason, he'll say it's Cen's doing and that he's just being a weirdo. However, he'll still ask what you think of them- if you like them, if you think it sounds choppy and weird, and uses the indirect feedback to produce even more.

Not crazy about affectionate gestures, especially not in front of others, and especially especially not in front of his brother. He'll wipe his cheek or forehead with the back of his hand and make a big show of finding kisses "disgusting" and complains about your cooties. He chills out a little in private; at least he won't obnoxiously wipe it off and complain loudly. Maybe he'll even return it. He much prefers subtle, simple touches and gestures that get the point across. Being so immature, however, he makes a big show of it and either uses them to show off or acts all repulsed.

Will not smoke around you if that's something you'd prefer or are really sensitive to. If he's smoking and you just so happen to be around, he'll blow it in the other direction so as to not irk you too much. He doesn't show things like care and consideration through words, but rather actions and remembering the small details about you, and messes around with the newspaper headlines or the actual news to include something you'd like. He may just scribble a few smiley faces or poetic verses on the paper he dedicates specifically to you and hand-deliver it to ensure it makes it to you instead of some other unsuspecting person. Probably takes his time and winks while dropping it off (ew).

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A/N: I love when ppl request the super minor niche characters ngl

I didn't elaborate a whole bunch on how first impressions went purely bc there's so little info on him but hopefully this works haha its also super short bc again idk anything about this guy siiiighhhhhhhhuh im like abnormally dehydrated whats going on

[midnightbrightside]

I’m desperate to your immaculate takes on Krisnix from that one ask—what do you think about 2 and 39 (bonus if the little animals get thrust upon them…it’s Trucy who brings home a box of kittens or something)

ayyy thank you im glad you like my krisnix thoughts!

2- What would they do if the other woke up in a manic state after a nightmare?

when phoenix has nightmares kristoph holds him as he sobs, gently shushing him and saying it was just a dream. phoenix grips kristoph's arms tight to ground himself and it sometimes leaves bruises. kristoph always points them out in a "look what i put up with for you" kind of way that fills phoenix with shame. "really, phoenix, what would you do without me?"

when kristoph has a nightmare he needs to be completely alone but also held as tightly as possible, he also stops speaking. phoenix holds his hands but kristoph snatches them away like the touch burns him and he looks up with wide, scared eyes. so phoenix keeps his distance and encourages kristoph to breathe deep until he stops shaking. then he asks kristoph if he wants to talk about it, kristoph shakes his head. phoenix then asks if he wants a hug, kristoph croaks out very quietly "im not... a child" and phoenix nods "you're not" and holds out his arms. kristoph collapses into them.

39- Who would rescue an injured animal and nurse it back to health? What would the other think?

i got too excited abt this one. gonna put everyone one my "kristoph loves animals" agenda.

trucy comes back home absolutely drenched by the rain holding a box of 6 sopping wet abandoned kittens. she begs phoenix to let her keep them and it absolutely breaks phoenix heart to say "we dont have the space or the money for everything they need. it's late so we can keep them for tonight but we'll have to take them to a shelter tomorrow, im sorry, sweetheart." trucy is NOT happy about it. in true preteen fashion she takes them to her room and starts planning all the ways she, a 12 year old, could raise 6 kittens. phoenix sighs and starts searching what he should feed them, just for tonight.

kristoph arrives later on to pick phoenix up for a date, sees the little furballs meowing around the apartment, and immediately starts fussing.

"these poor babies! where did you find them, and why are they so filthy?"

phoenix explains whats going on and adds "we tried to give them a bath but..." he holds up his arms to show the scratches.

kristoph scoffs, "really, phoenix, you dont have nearly the means nor the knowledge to take care of one animal let alone six." he looks down to where trucy is sitting, playing with the kittens with a makeshift toy made of scrap cloth, and frowns.

"well, first of all, kris: ouch. i was actually thinking we could maybe keep one-"

trucy interrupts from the floor "THREE at LEAST!"

"- and secondly, as i said, we are going to take them to a shelter first thing tomorrow" he looks so apologetic, so sad.

"Absolutely not" Kristoph snaps, "the local shelters are overrun as it is, to say nothing of how they are managed. I wouldnt trust them with these poor creatures either." he looks like hes thinking about something, "Trucy, dear, have you noticed if these kittens are injured or perhaps sick?"

trucy perks up and lists how each cat is faring, which ones are walking funny and points out how one of them has a weird spot near it's eye. as she's rattling off each one's ailments, phoenix notes that she's already named them and his heart melts a little more.

kristoph tuts, "we'll have to take them to the vet then, we can get them microchipped while we're there. vongoles' carrier should be big enough for the journey, oh, she would make an excellent mother..." he almost sounds like he's thinking out loud.

"so we're keeping them???" Trucy beams.

kristoph explains that they're not old enough to be separated from their siblings yet and that she and Phoenix dont have the space to care for all of them, but he is more than happy to take them until they are ready to go to a good home. he shoots a sharp glare at phoenix as he says "typically, cats adjust to a new home much better when adopted in pairs", phoenix gets the memo.

the next day they take the kittens to the vet and kristoph buys all the supplies he could need. over the next few weeks he nurses them back to health and trucy drops by almost every day after school to see how they're doing and play with them. phoenix knew that kristoph liked animals, but it's something else to see this 6'1 icicle of a man dote on these tiny creatures, he even calls them by the names trucy gave them. in moments like these he doesnt seem dangerous at all.

and vongole LOVES them, she's so excited when she first sees them she barely knows what to do with herself. kristoph was right, she makes a great mother. phoenix finds everyone's energy infectious, he buys food, 2 cat beds, some toys, other supplies, and when the time comes he asks kristoph about the kittens.

"sorry, Phoenix, i already found good homes for them" kristoph smiles apologetically and phoenix's heart drops, "i didnt even know you wanted one, i know trucy did, but you didnt seem too enthused. perhaps it's for the best, you dont have the means to take care of a pet." oh.

trucy is miserable. phoenix feels like hes dissapointed her. kristoph is smug as all hell.