Tooth pain is the absolute worst!! Wishing you a good recovery !! Make sure to eat plenty of icecream it helps 😌
Thank you, hun!
Soft
Doublecross/ Twinferno x Reader
• Frowning down at your infuriatingly vague assignment profile, you try to figure out which name you need to use with the Cybertronian you’ve just been saddled with. Because that slash reads as an ‘or’ to you. Like your new alien bestie will answer to either name. Why have two names if you have no preference, though? Maybe it’s one name? Should you call him Mr. Doublecross-slash-Twinferno? Could be something lost in translation. Or Twinferno might be a familial name? Rounding the corner, the mech turns toward you and you stare at an unexpectedly handsome face.
• Rumbling as the little human that had asked to court him just stares, he drapes an arm across his thigh and your attention dips. And snags on his hand. Or lack thereof. Staring unapologetically at the dragon head at the end of his arm. Lifting his arm, the mouth opens. “See something you like?” He teases, smiling crookedly. “I won’t bite,” he adds as you look from one of his altmode’s heads to him. “It’s rude to stare,” he adds on a low growl, lifting the other arm.
• He has dragon faces for hands. That he’s using like freaking sock puppets as he speaks. Mouth opening and closing, you make a funny little noise as you try to not laugh and offend him. Especially since he’s frowning seriously down at you and you swear his voice shifted slightly with that last comment. Eyes darting from his face to the two dragon heads, you have no idea where you should be looking. His person head, right? That’s the one that’s actually talking. “Doublecross, sir, I’m here to-” You begin and he growls. ‘Actually, it’s Twinferno,’ he corrects even as he clears his vents with a ‘No. My name’s Doublecross,’ he mutters and you take an uncertain step back. Did you land a crazy one?
• “Where are you going?” He asks because his little potential conjunx is backing slowly away. Pushing to his peds, your neck cranes to look up at him. And you’re way down there. So small he can hardly see you. “Hang on, let’s take a look at you,” he says, crouching and reaching to pick you up. Wincing when you scream and run to avoid him as he tries to catch you without hurting you. Why do you have to be so small? Bite size really. Don’t you know he wouldn’t hurt you? Intentionally anyway.
• Trying to avoid him nabbing you with the mouth of his dragon head, you scream when the other head catches you and you go sprawling against a wet glossa, huge teeth surrounding you. And that mouth opens, the other head trying to pick you up as you panic. Is he trying to eat you? “You’re making this a lot more difficult than it needs to be,” he says and the glossa shifts under you. Attempting to throw yourself bodily out of his mouth, the other head catches you, sharp denta snapping together to trap you in the dark of his maw as you find you’re capable of whole new, glass shattering decibels of volume.
