#yxkanna

[fairytaletold]

@yxkanna // continued.

The fluttering of Nick’s heart is overwhelming. For a moment, pressed against him, it’s all that he can hear — like wingbeats of a panicked bird trapped within the cage of his chest, the tang of fear rising on damp skin. Vasile hates to be the one to do that; if he’d had time to be more gentle, he would have, but it isn’t his top priority right now. Because there’s a group of people outside the abandoned store they’ve been searching, and in a few moments? They’re coming in.

Before he can think better of it, he’s reached back. Ensnared Nick with fingers around one wrist, guiding him through the carnage of fallen shelves and skeletal remains. There’s a back door somewhere — leads to the loading dock he’d spotted before coming inside — and it doesn’t sound like anyone’s there yet ( or else they’re being impossibly quiet ). If they can sneak out, unnoticed, and wait until everyone else came in — well. It’s a lot easier than Plan B, at least. Although Plan B does benefit from being simple: he just kills everyone in sight.

[kxllerblond]

For a grown man, Clark has a lot of homework. Nick really has tried his very best to entertain himself while the blond toils away at whatever the fuck, but he’s not a patient man to begin with; hopefully Clark’s enjoyed his hour or so of undisturbed peace before Nick comes to disturb it again. There’s just enough room for him to slip between Clark and his desk, and in one fluid movement he wraps his arms around his neck and hoists himself into a straddle. Long legs fold and Nick’s chin finds Clark’s shoulder, entire body heaving in the most dramatic sigh he can possibly muster.

“How much longer are you gonna be?”

The hilarious(ly sad) thing about Clark and his work was that there was always MORE. He was like if Sisyphus could manage to roll his rock all the way only to then decide he wanted another go, trot back down, and find another won to roll back up. That was to say, even if Clark finished his paperwork, he would find someway to manifest or create more; Nick had never stood a chance.

Not too shy of the second hour mark and the man is there, managing to slip between his desk and Clark and then he's in his lap. His office chair groans at the added weight of another grown man but he's paid much too much money for it to give out so easily.

His hand holding the pen was raised slightly and, once Nick settles, he heaves his own overly dramatic sigh and tosses it gently onto the surface of the desk so his hands can find purchase around his waist.

❝ Depends... ❞ spoken almost cautiously, his gaze narrowing slightly at the adjacent wall in lieu of Nick whose chin currently dug into his shoulder. He lifted a hand to draw up his blue light lensed glasses to the top of his head. He cast a curt glance to his open desktop and the blinking cursor settled into the middle of an unfinished email.

❝ Likely into the early hours with this current batch but if my attention is needed elsewhere, as I suddenly feel inclined to assume it is, I can put it off for the rest of the evening. ❞

[godstrayed]

@yxkanna liked this for a starter ╱ not accepting.

　"If ignorance is happiness, please steal me from my head," he mused, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy beneath his charming demeanor. Having navigated the treacherous waters of the Capitol's decadence and the brutal realities of the arena, Finnick understood all too well the burden of knowledge and the weight it bore on one's soul. In a world where innocence was a luxury few could afford, he found himself longing for the blissful oblivion of ignorance, if only to escape the haunting memories that plagued his mind. And the best he could do was wine, it seemed. "Pass me the bottle. Do you mind?"

[miidnighters]

@yxkanna | birthday !

Bella doesn't make a big fuss about it. There's a soft happy birthday and extra kisses in the morning - and for a while that might be all Nick thinks there is. But by the afternoon, he'll notice an unmarked envelope in the spot where his keys normally go (so she can be sure he won't miss it). Inside are a pair of tickets for the next Rangers game - close, only a couple of rows back. Importantly - its a night game, so if he wanted, Bella could go too.

[soulmissed]

@yxkanna, cont.

“ just got in this mornin’. ” the boy responds, hooking his thumbs into backpack straps. sight of groceries notches a hunger pang. (his last meal – leftovers plucked from trash bin – was two days ago.)

“ i could carry some of that. ” a neighborly proposal. his chin juts to the pyramid of food in the man’s arms. scar-pocked hands reach out.

[vvhiskeyneat]

"Ugh, why do I even bother talking to you?" ( @ seojun someone wants attention )

"I often wonder the same thing." A scoff, running a hand down his chin and rolling his eyes in aggravation. "Are you just talking to start shit or do you actually have a point that's going somewhere?" Seojun popped his jaw absentmindedly, narrowing his gaze. "Or are you pissy because I've been gone all week?"

[exquisitexagony]

9 PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER

last song: Ode to a Recession - Brye

favorite color: mossy greens, teal/aqua shades, purple esp. pastel purple or lavender

currently watching: uhhh like in general? i guess alice in borderland is the one i'm most attached to but we're having issues with netflix right now so i haven't really been watching shows lately sadly...oh we did start season 2 of our flag means death only to find out it's been cancelled so that kinda sucks but still going to watch it 'cos it's a gay 'ol time

spicy/savory/sweet: spicy

relationship status: married

current obsession: Wonka

TAGGED BY: @ellyxyeur

TAGGING: @miidnighters @richardxoliverxmayhew @heartxshaped-bruises @wcnka @ghostsxagain @scinglives @ricketybcnts @byanyan @yxkanna

[crimesoughtarchive]

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Cassian looked to the bard, his head tilted slightly. Black waves moving with him as he examined him. " Do you play list or just do the sword stuff?"

[mystiika]

@yxkanna — a random christmas starter for the love of his life <3

gift giving had never really been isaac's strong suit given his lack of experience permeating through all his young. but the more he aged & the more he found joy celebrating christmas, the more fun he found it. gifts to really catch nick by surprise were his favourite, isaac trying to pick things he knew nick would love but wouldn't think to ask for himself. espcially since it could be tough pulling an answer from him some of the time. but this year, his gift was SOLID.

the box shows a sweater first ( one isaac thought would look great on nick & really compliment his eyes ). but upon pulling it out to inspect, an envolope was set to fall — 2 tickets to what's arguably one of the biggest games the rangers would be playing that season. they weren't front row, but they were pretty damn close.

❝ so? am i good or am i good.. ! ❞ & he just looks so proud of himself because he knows he absolutely NAILED IT.

[welcometothevale]

continuing this with @yxkanna

The small, polite smile he wore faltered at the sarcastic greeting, but when he introduced himself Bo let it go. He'd definitely received worse from his actual friends; it didn't really bother him. Though, they usually did it out of love and not annoyance. He awkwardly cleared his throat, "uh, I'm Bo. I guess I will leave you to it. Sorry for the noise."

This was his first apartment. He'd always lived in a fully furnished dorm room, but now he had to do things like build shitty furniture from online and figure out how to arrange it. "I'm currently still assembling. You wouldn't happen to have a spare allen wrench, would you?"

[poisonedfire]

╰┈➤ @yxkanna | continued from [ here ]

Sniffing the offered hand, Coffee didn't shy away, promptly butting her head into it with a content purr.

Peyton probably should have predicted an outburst from their feline. Her previous check-up visits to the vet were normal and lacked anything that would have upset her. Why had this one been different? They hadn't been fast enough to catch her before she scrambled out of the waiting room and out the door. Luckily, she hadn't wandered too far.

Nearly heart-wrenching anxiety diminishes slightly as the redhead approaches the brown cat and her newfound friend. "Miss Coffee-Bean, what the literal FUCK?" the redhead takes a breath to steady themself before taking noting of the stranger. "Uh, hi. I'm sorry if she bothered you. I don't know what got into her just now, but thankfully, she's still friendly. Can I buy you a cup of coffee or something as an apology?"

[fairytaletold]

@yxkanna // snack time!

❛ ….. mmhm. ❜ Is he hungry? A little. The same kind of hunger that might have his hand dipping into a bag as he mindlessly eats chips. He’s not starving, but the food is right there, and it tastes good ( real fucking good, he thinks, rich on his tongue as he draws deep ) so yeah, he’s gonna eat. And maybe it’s a little more than that, too: the intimacy of having Nick’s hands buried down into his hair, or the familiarity of this taste. He’s craved it so infrequently, but there’s something about Nick specifically that could drive him to bloodlust.

Or… lust, less specifically. There’s never been a greater exception to any rule, not even close. Just Nick. All his careful composure is prone to slip out of his hands at the smallest look or touch, years of restraint shattering. It’s the same now: two minutes ago, he’d been on his phone, and now there’s nothing he wants more than — well. Everything.

He draws back, tongue running over teeth. The look in his eyes has softened, darkened, embers of a fire brought back to life. ❛ I want you. ❜

[kxllerblond]

❛  There’s a reason I never told you all of this.  ❜

❝-—I'm still waiting to hear that reason is, Nick. I mean, furthermore, what changed for you to end up telling me regardless? ❞

[berylcluster]

⊰ CONT. @yxkanna ft. BILL DENBROUGH ⊱

➫ BILL hadn't been in town very long, actually. He was taking up the rest of his required residency at a local hospital, he simply wanted to help people, and New York seemed the most desperate for nurses. His writing had been put on hold, he just couldn't find the muse yet, he figures someday he might, this year was not the year for it. Moving into the closest and overall cheapest apartment to his place of work, he had run into his new neighbor, an interesting fellow. Carrying a box, he doesn't offer his hand, just gives the guy a shrug. "I wouldn't know, landlord wasn't very forthcoming about that." Eyes dart back towards the stairwell at that, "Say, you don't happen to play your movies or music too loud, now do you?" He asks, but there's a hint of a joke in his tone, as if he's not going to be bothered by the answer, curiosity fills and takes hold of him.

At the mention of heading inside the neighbor's apartment, he sucks in a breath and nods. "Let me just.. put these down." Bill shuffles into the open door of his new place, dropping the box with a gentle thud, before following the guy into the place across the hall. He tries not to look around too much, but as he's known to be, curious. Ever curious. "I'm William, by the way, I'd prefer if you called me Bill, though. I don't think I've gotten your name?" It's a off handed comment and he's just trying to be polite, not knowing the other male's name.

[miidnighters]

@yxkanna | continued from ☾

Part of the reason Bella had bought this apartment was for the tub, though she hadn't been considering sharing it with anyone at the time. But she'd taken one look at him when he'd come home, how he was favouring that shoulder just a bit, and ushered him in without a second thought.

She threads soapy hands through his hair, massaging gently at his temples as he lets out that pleased hum, sinking a little further into the water between her knees.

"I don't think you have, Nicky darling." She's speaking in almost a hush, not wanting to disturb the calmness of the moment. "Will you tell me?"

[lcngdays-arc]

@yxkanna from (here)

After what can only be counted as an awkwardly long pause, Xavier frowns. Well, it's really less of a frown and more of a general scrunching up of his facial features. Almost as if he'd bitten into a lemon. Then he sighs, loudly.

"yeah i guess."