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i'm in such phoenix brainrot riki i need you to write whatever is/was on your mind about him, some hcs, fics, whatever! just pure fluff

HII im info dumping stuff about phoenix that is definitely 100% canon since u said u didn't mind teehee. will also be a good way to be me back into writing muah so sorry

do NOT give this man gifts if thats ur love language. or do, but just be warned. he will use or wear whatever you give him until it becomes a hazard.

you got him flowers one time and he wouldn't throw them away until brim got mad and threw them out for him bc they were so so dead.

also in the same vein, he has a t-shirt you got him that's been worn so many times its decrepit. im talking about goodwill would not take it and he refuses to throw it out simply because you got it for him.

contrary to popular belief, he's not a constant supply of energy and will occasionally power down for a bit, but he likes to just.. exist with you. playing video games, reading a book, taking a nap, he doesn't care. he just wants to be around somewhere.

i've said this before somewhere but i do believe he has some sort of control over his body temperature -- not to an unhealthy extent, but he'll definitely be a heating pad or a space heater when you need him to be.

on the contrary, his abilities do go a little... haywire when he's any sort of emotionally unstable. that includes whenever you fluster him. some of his shirts and jackets have fallen victim to your compliments.

definitely a words of affirmation guy, but thats a given to an extent. whats not so much of a given is the gift-giving.

mention one time in passing that you want something and he'll get it for you, no questions asked. you wanted that shirt, but didn't say what color? he's buying you all of them.

he's also a touchy guy but not necessarily in an overly affectionate way, more so just a 'i want to be close' way. usually, that just looks like him throwing an arm over the back of the couch when you're next to him, or sitting so that his leg touches yours at dinner, or standing close enough that your hands barely touch at debriefs.

also a dog person but if ur not he can compromise by gasping over-dramatically and pointing at all the dogs in public when you're out together sigh

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glad it's going okay!!! wishing you well :]]

also that's such a good name jgteh5hrgrgc love it, love you bye bye

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love you too!! sorry ive been mia uni got my ass this week LMAO

i hope youve been doing well!! muah remember to drink some water today <3

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how's collegeing?? you doing okay there?

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college is okay!! it took me until like three days ago to actually get connected to the wifi bc the IT guys were confused too lmao

love my roommates as well!! they’re nice, we got a fish and we named him kodak black haha

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i have been college-ing the past few weeks so i apologize for going MIA but i swear i will return my loves haha

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breathings hard

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breathing is hard bro!! i also swallowed water wrong earlier and it still hurts 💀

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i would like to say that i think yoru has a tongue piercing.

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oh my god i use to see those videos of the mermaids as a little kid and would BEG my parents to take me to one! but that's actually like a such a fever dream job that has to be so cool.. kinda like party princesses but better.... now I wanna do research....

"How to become mermaid"

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NO FR like it sounds so cool. i remember i would always try and see how long i could hold my breath (10 year old me was in training apparently) and i would always get mad bc my literal asthmatic brother would do better than me LMFAO

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i believe in your flawless and amazing parking and driving because you are so good at driving and parking and yes. kahanshdh that pick up line is wild but I think it would just cause me to start saying stupider shit back like "Are you a hammerhead? Because you’ve nailed my heart" or something along the lines of that before we continue to nerd about sharks because they are so cute and cool and cute and cool just like you <333

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AWWW THATS CUTE WAIT :(( it’s like cute in a nerdy way. i think the cheesy pickup lines are my favorite i don’t know

unironically there’s a huge aquarium that i used to go to all the time and they have always had a section where there would be those mermaid people idk the term. anyway i always wanted that to be my job when i was younger 😔

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hello hi i am here to request a date where we hold hands wondering the shark section of a aquarium pretty please with many please ( you can't say no we are legally married )

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omg ok. so basically we go to aquarium (and i park flawlessly and i do the hot driving w one hand thing mhm mhm) and then we go in and i hold the door for u and i pay and everything. and then we go through the aquarium and we get the shark section and then we nerd out about sharks and i’m like “oh shit pick up line” so i panic and i say “so many fish in the sea…… but i’m hooked on you” and u laugh cause it’s cringe LMAO

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nope, not yet next year (I'm young :[ I do turn 18 soon though, i just have a weird cutoff birthday) but good luck with buying things!!!!!! i believe in youuuu

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oh yeah no i get that, im on the opposite end of that spectrum haha. my birthday is in june so im always the youngest in my class, but one of my friends had a birthday immediately after the cutoff so he was always the oldest 😭

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doing amazing my sunshine!!!! good luck with the fic- love you MWAH <333

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hehe thank you, ilyt muah 🤭 i’m also having to shop for dorm room stuff at the moment and i’m realizing how much stuff i actually need LOL are you in college/gone to college yet? :0

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heyhi my lovely and my beautiful and amazing spouse because we totally got married. how are you? hope everything is well!!!

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hello love of my life!!!! i am doing SJDJFN just been busy but i am about to go work on a fic, so moving up in the world ig 🫡

how are you my love! i hope you’ve been amazing muah

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ugh you're too sweet- i could never imagine someone not loving you...

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SJDJFN screaming crying throwing up this is so sweet ily

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hi hi! the iso fic was absolutely absolutely perfect, i enjoyed reading it!! loveee your writing so much, it's really beautiful ;; once again thank you so much for taking my request, you have a great day/night!

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awww thank you lovey!! it was super fun to write, i also really like writing for iso. i hadn’t really done it before but he’s super fun :) muah i hope you have a great day/night too!!

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wait hold on im picking out my wedding dress... wait maybe I should wear a suit... oh the choices....

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no it’s ok babe we can have two weddings if you can’t decide 🤭

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ugh you're writing is just so perfect... every detail just wonderful...

love you <3

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hey can we get married btw. i’m at the altar rn ilyt

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some things never change

[ iso x gn!reader ] - when iso sees the omega version of you, he lets himself take pity on you. his soft spot for you ends up being his downfall, leaving you to pick up the pieces for him.

tags: hurt/comfort, descriptions of blood and wounds, iso gets hurt, fluffy tho i promise, mild swearing, mentions of pain meds

notes: requested by anon i’m so sorry this took so long, but i hope you enjoy! it was super fun to write

lurking with a sniper wasn’t something iso was about to pride himself on, but he was doing it anyway.

the omega-earth agents knew he had a sniper, knew he would be perched in some high-up place, knew he would be watching an angle. so that’s why he wasn’t. he had wandered away from any obvious post he should be watching, opting instead to watch some ridiculous corner. it would catch them off-guard, he hoped.

“dammit— careful in kitchen, iso. lit up your twin good but he didn’t fall. last seen headed towards you.” brimstone’s voice came over the intercom.

“got it.” iso spoke back into his ear piece, voice a whisper.

the area they landed was code named icebox — the name was fit for the cold, snow-ridden biome. however, iso wasn’t outside right now. no, he was tucked into a corner down a hallway, scope of his sniper trained inside of a room that looked like it once served as a kitchen.

true to brim’s word, iso watched as his omega version stumbled in from the outside. limping, he held a hand over his side, blood coating the white material of his jacket. his finger was deadly close to squeezing the trigger when he heard your voice. almost your voice, anyway.

the voice sounded so dangerously close to your own, but it was foreign enough for him to know better. your omega version stumbled in behind him, his name falling off your tongue in a stage whisper.

maybe it was the cold environment. maybe it was the cold biting through his clothes, gnawing at him from the outside, the biting wind that had chapped his skin earlier, that was making it so damn hard for him to pull the trigger right now.

it had to be. it had to be, because if not, it was the way you held him. it was that desperate, shaking need in your voice as you begged omega-earth iso to stay with you. it was that pained look on your face as you held your hand to the wound on omega-iso’s side. it was the blood dripping over the ring on your hand, coloring the metal crimson.

the ring looked scarily accurate to his own.

he had gotten you matching rings for an anniversary a while back. it got in the way of working some times, but he would never admit that to you. you always looked so damn happy when he wore it, and he liked the feeling of having some part of you with him, so he wasn’t about to take it off.

he took a deep breath. he had to pull that trigger. he had to — it wasn’t his you. he knows how he would feel if the tables were turned, but he can’t help it, it’s his job.

before he can pull the trigger, a different loud crack echos through his ears. it takes him a few moments to register the burning hot pain throughout his body, but he’s passed out as soon as he does anyway.

he’s not quite sure how long it’s been when he wakes up again. to him, it felt almost as fast as blinking. he was there, and then everything was black. the first thing he can consciously recognize is your voice, shaky and cracking and clearly distressed, but it sounds almost like an echo, as though it was far away or he was underwater.

the next thing he can recognize is the feeling in his body. scratchy… sheets, maybe? he isn’t entirely sure. he’s trying to open his eyes, but it’s not quite working. the feeling has returned to his body, but the ability to control it hasn’t.

finally, the panic courses through him, and everything comes back all at once.

his eyes snap open and his hands move to the sides of the bed, sitting up. it’s in vain, apparently, as another jolt of pain shoots through his shoulder. he seethes and falls back against the bed.

his eyes snap open again though. almost on instinct, his gaze falls to your face. you look so worried, so concerned. your hands have blood on them and the once flawless ring has the crimson liquid now dried to it. still, you smile softly at him.

“hey…” your voice is quiet and still shaky, but there’s a level of comfort to it that iso can’t quite place. “you’re doing alright. do you remember what happened?”

iso swallows thickly before before giving a shaky almost-laugh. “i imagine i got hit.”

“yeah, that’s pretty accurate.” you reply. worry and sympathy is written clear across your expression. “uhm… look, you’re gonna be fine, but you’ve gotta be on bed rest for a little while.”

iso nods. “yeah… yeah i figured.”

there’s a short period of silence before you finally move. you turn toward the nightstand, where a bottle of water and a small container of pain pills sit. you open the pain pills first, dumping a few of them into your palm and holding your hand out. iso takes them from you.

you uncap the water bottle next. you wait as iso puts the pills in his mouth before you hold the water bottle up to his lips, letting him wash the medication down. you pull the bottle away, capping it again and setting it on the nightstand.

he clears his throat. “i could’ve- i could’ve done that myself, y’know.”

you smile softly at him as he speaks. he could’ve, you know he could’ve. “but you didn’t.”

a small smirk pulls at the corners of his lips. he doesn’t protest anymore, though, and lays his head back down against the pillow. his eyes slip closed for a moment, sleep already calling him again, but he forces himself awake. his body is tired, so so tired.

“you need to rest.” your voice cuts through the painful throb in the back of his head.

his eyes flick over to you. that worried look in your eyes is so, so close to the one that your omega version was giving the omega version of himself. he supposes it makes sense, the scenarios aren’t all that different.

“i know,” he finally responds. he’s uniquely aware of the scratch in his voice. “just… don’t want to quite yet.”

you hum thoughtfully as you move around the room. he’s not sure what you’re doing, but he couldn’t be bothered to sit up and check. a few moments later, you pad back over to his bedside.

“ok, well i need to change your bandages anyway,” your voice is soft still, but he doesn’t miss the worry in it.

“yeah, yeah…” he winces again as he moves to sit up. the pain is still in his shoulder, though he guesses he shouldn’t have assumed the pain meds would work so fast.

you take a deep breath before you move to unwrap the bandages against his shoulder. he doesn’t look down at it quite yet, but he can tell by the way your brows pin that he doesn’t look too good. his muscles are tense and he’s gripping the bed sheet a lot tighter than he’s even consciously aware of.

his breath hitches in his throat as you work, resisting the urge to pull away or tell you to stop. he knows that’s not really an option. he swallow thickly and takes a few more shaking breaths, before you smooth down the last of the bandages. you press a gentle kiss to the top of them when you’re done.

“how’s it look?” he asks as he lays down into the bed again.

you move to comb your hand through his hair almost subconsciously. “looks like a bullet wound.”

he gives you a noise somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. “i figured that much, smartass.” he replies, but his tone is playful.

“it looks fine. not great, obviously, but you’ll be fine.”

he nods, seemingly satisfied with your answer this time. he lays his head back against the pillow, and finally lets his eyes slipped closed again. you didn’t seem as distressed anymore, and he could let himself sleep with that knowledge.