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matrixbearer2024 · 2 months

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Clubbing Catastrophe

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: Direct continuation to "Roller Rinking, Dancing And Dreaming" Vox and Reader are still on their "date"(?) I say that with heavy quotations because they are moving slower than a frickin snail- not to mention that it's practically like a group outing at this point LMAO- I think this chapter is actually pretty fun and we see some flirting? Or at least very very odd attempts at it- Also we get some protective Voxy! Before he unceremoniously almost puts himself out of commission because we playin with him too much HAHAHAHA also there's been requests in the past for Reader to get flustered- so here it isss!

A/N: This interlude probably isn't as long as the other ones- but I had fun writing this and I'll be back with other ideas pretty quickly too. As always, I hope you guys enjoy the story and Happy Reading!

It didn't take long for you to find your groove in the music that blasted through the club.

Twirling around on your feet and dancing to the beat alongside the other partygoers.

Vox had wandered away from you a little while ago to get himself a drink, even if he was hesitant at first to leave you.

"Are you sure? I can just get it later-"

"You worry too much dude! I'll be fine, it's just a few minutes!"

It took a bit of convincing before you managed to get the overlord to stop worrying and he disappeared into the crowd.

You couldn't help feeling flattered that he cared that much though.

Even so, you wouldn't be surprised if it was leftover nerves because of the scare you both had a few days ago with you dying and all-

"Hey cutie~ What's a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?"

A slurred voice came from nearby, great- just another wasted idiot.

A frown formed on your face as your ears pinned backwards, a taller sinner moving to approach you with a sinister grin.

You stopped dancing, crossing your arms and glaring at them.

"I'm just here to enjoy with my friends, I'm not interested in any of your crap."

"Aw come on doll, don't be like that~ let me take you out for some fun~"

You cringed at the petname and just moved backwards as the stranger reached out towards you.

It was never really an issue when Vox did it, but it felt abhorrently disgusting hearing it from someone else's mouth.

There was just none of the charisma and all of the revulsion.

"Uh, no thanks and don't call me that."

"Aww, why not doll~?"

"Because only I can do that, got a fucking problem?"

You felt the buzz of static charge before Vox suddenly appeared in front of you with a swift bolt of blue electricity.

It was shocking to see him return so quickly but you felt relieved nonetheless.

Curious at the sudden silence, you peeked from behind your techno companion to see the sinner that was earlier trying to pull a move on you look like they were going to shit themselves on the spot.

You couldn't help but giggle when they immediately mumbled apologies and just ran off, tail between their legs.

Maybe having an overlord for a buddy really did have it's perks-

"Did they do anything to you?"

You snapped out of your cheeky headspace when you realize Vox was giving you a once over.

His concerned gaze meeting your own when he couldn't notice anything physically out of sorts.

Did he always look this good?

You could hear your pulse ring in your ears, a fuzzy warmth blooming in your chest that seemingly came out of nowhere.

The overlord simply raised an eyebrow when you suddenly looked away, shyly tucking a strand of hair out of your face.

"I-I'm good! Thanks for the save... I could've handled that- you know."

Huh.

How cute of you.

Vox couldn't help the smug smile when he realized you'd gotten flustered over his chivalrous gesture.

It really wasn't much of an effort on his end but he figured it wouldn't hurt to prod you juuuust a little.

"Suuuure you could, but don't you think I should get a reward for protecting you?"

The overlord was almost concerned that you hurt yourself with how quickly your head turned to look at him.

Almost.

"H-huh?! Oh fine... what do you have in mind?"

Your tone feigned annoyance but your eyes told a completely different story.

What was with that eager gaze?

Vox really didn't expect to see that from you, this was just supposed to be a harmless game!

Yet now you were starting to make even him nervous-

His TV screen buffered slightly before Vox collected himself, he couldn't tease you properly if he was embarrassed too.

"It's nothing big, just- zZzST- buy me a drink?"

You merely raised an eyebrow at him before rolling your own eyes, where did all his confidence just go?

Hm... that meant the ball was in your court now.

Let's see just how far you could push it.

With a subtle smirk, you grabbed the lapels of Vox's blazer to pull him down to be eye-level with you.

That really caught the overlord off guard, his wide eyes seeming to question your intentions.

Well, that was before his processing immediately screeched to a halt when you pressed a chaste kiss on the side of his screen where his cheeks would be.

"I'll be at the bar, don't keep me waiting."

He kind of just stood there dumbfounded when you let go and sauntered away, just earlier you'd been flustered and shy???

What the hell was that?!

His screen immediately tinged red and he had to reboot several times to avoid crashing entirely.

Seriously what the FUCK was that?!

Thank goodness for the colorful flashing lights though because he wouldn't be able to disguise his screen freaking out hadn't there been any.

You found yourself covering your face as you went over to the bar and ordered a margarita for yourself and just some rum for Vox.

You internally panicked while just watching the bartender prepare your beverage.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-

Just what in God's name were you bloody thinking?!

"Heya shortcakes, been enjoying yourself?"

"Kind of? I feel like I did something kind of stupid though-"

"Uh oh, what did you do?"

You looked at Angel apprehensively, should you tell him?

Ah whatever, just a little chat while waiting for Vox wouldn't hurt.

"I- It's just a game- right? Like, I mess with Vox and he just does it back- so it should be okay??"

Angel just nonchalantly watched you practically fall at the seams, for someone so confident and sassy-

All it took was a certain mister tall and electric boogaloo to have you all over the place.

"Toots, you're actin like you poisoned him or something."

"Angel, I'm pretty sure what I did was worse- way worse."

"What the fuck could possibly be worse than tryin to kill someone?"

You rapidly mumbled out a reply, practically eating your words when the bartender placed your ordered drinks in front of you.

Angel just couldn't understand what your issue was though and asked again.

"Seriously! It can't be that bad?"

"I may have... sortakindakissedhim-"

Angel did a spit take on the cocktail he was drinking.

"YOU DID WHAAAAT?!"

You had to cover your ears and just shush the hell out of your spider companion when he was immediately all over you.

At this rate from how loud the arachnid was being you wouldn't be surprised if nearly everyone around you could piece what was going on.

"Oh my god- WAHAH- and Husker was sayin it would never happen!"

"It was just on the cheek Angel! Now fucking shut it already!

"Am I... intruding on something here?"

Oh god-

Couldn't the timing have been any worse?!

You wanted to crawl into a hole and die again.

Angel just laughed at your embarrassment and Vox's obvious cluelessness.

The overlord was only able to approach a little while ago, so he didn't hear much of the conversation.

And that totally wasn't because he had to reboot himself up several times.

Yeah that totally wasn't because he was busy trying not to crash his systems after what you did.

"Well, I'll leave you two ta figure things out. It's like watching a shitty romcom but live!"

You just shoved Angel off his chair with a grumble, making the spider simply laugh once more at you before disappearing into the crowd on the dance floor.

Seriously-

This was real life, not a fuckin romantic drama-

Eughhhhhh-

"Do... I even wanna know?"

"I'd honestly rather you didn't."

You slid Vox his drink when he sat next to you, taking a sip of your cocktail to try and hide the blush on your face.

For once, the two of you were just silent.

Neither knowing where to even start a conversation when you just decided to throw caution to the wind anyway.

"Look, about earlier-"

It didn't occur to you that the technology overlord sitting by your side was seriously finding amusement in your embarrassment, just watching and listening to you ramble on and on like a fool.

Well, a cute fool.

Swirling the drink in his hand, Vox used his other hand to push some of your hair away from your face.

The fact you were so worked up about the kiss you gave him was just hilarious.

You didn't even comprehend what he was doing until you felt a slight electrical jolt to your forehead.

It didn't hurt, but it was noticeable enough for you to suddenly stop talking.

"There, now we're even."

You looked at the technology overlord with wide eyes as he just sipped on his drink so casually.

Did-

Did this fucker really just-?!

You could feel your face just explode in a blush, your heart absolutely beating in your ears as the club seemed a bit too warm now.

You threw your hands over your face and just made some unintelligible noise in utter embarrassment.

Vox couldn't help but chuckle as he glanced over at you.

Suffice to say, he wins this round.

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pullhisteeth · 6 months

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worry lines | eddie munson

requested here -`♡´- your ex turns up and Eddie gets jealous. idiots in love! 4.7k

cw !!! for a borderline abusive (ex-)boyfriend. 18+ please and thank you x

contains hurt/comfort, fluff, jealous!Eddie, fem!reader, conflict, shitty ex-boyfriend. everyone’s in their early 20s

He was cruel, Eddie knows that much. Cruel enough that it took weeks and lots of gentle handling to coax it out of you.

You were a shell of yourself until you weren’t. Eddie doesn’t know the details, because who would he be to make you relive it if you didn’t want to? But he knows enough to sear a tar-black scorch mark in his gut, a branding, a fury reserved only for him.

And he’s perhaps a little oblivious to it, but Eddie’s patience never went unnoticed by you. The two of you might be like parallel lines - apparently doomed to just miss one another forever - but you’re still filled to the brim with giddy love for him. The fact he stuck around through it all only adds fuel to the fire. Something unruly burns behind your eyes every time you think about him.

“What about this one?”

You hold up a record and show him the front while you peer at the back. Eddie looks up from the stack he’s been flipping through for the past three minutes.

“Garbage,” he mutters, eyes back on his busy fingers.

“What?!” you exclaim, mouth wide and attempting to hide a grin. You’re fighting him for fun, really; you’re already putting the record back where you found it. “It came out, like, a month ago! How’ve you heard it already?”

“Gareth’s mom got it for him for his birthday,” he tells you without looking at you, side stepping only slightly to move onto the next box of albums. He’s close enough now that you could lean over and bump his shoulder with your own. You don’t.

You sigh, though it’s bright with amusement. You go back to your own shelf, eyeing up the scarce new releases stock that Trax only manages to update every few months.

“No shit,” you whisper, grabbing with greedy hands at the record you’ve spotted. You catch Eddie’s attention, his own hands stopping as he looks over. “I’ve been looking for this everywhere!”

He smiles, not because he likes the album - it’s The Cure, and they’re far too British, even for him - but because he likes your smile. Sometimes you make a face, with your mouth twisted to the right, because you’re holding it back. You told him once that you don’t like your smile very much, that it’s too wide, too toothy. He couldn’t disagree more, and when he catches you in these moments, the ones just before you realise you’re grinning and close your mouth, he cherishes it.

“You want it?” he asks, tone nothing but genuine.

“Fuck off, Eds,” you say anyway, still smiling. He’s lapping it up. “I can buy it myself now, don’t need your filthy drug money.”

He elbows you softly with an expression of faux offence. “Hey, y’didn’t mind my filthy money all those times it got you food at Benny’s.”

This makes you giggle, and Eddie is on cloud nine.

You tear your eyes away from the cover to meet his and he damn near keels over; it’s like a mallet on his temple, a slap across the cheek. He could look at your eyes forever and it’d never not hurt.

“Can I buy you one?” you ask him, adding “please?” when he gives you a look like he’s about to tell you no.

“Absolutely not,” he says, still grinning.

“But you’ve bought me so many!” You’re closer now, toe to toe with him, beaming back at him and gripping the record between clenched fingers. “I make my own money now. Consider it me payin’ you back, or at least starting to.”

“You don’t have to pay me back,” he mutters, “I like buyin’ you records. At least it meant you listened to somethin’ other than this shit.” He bumps the bottom of the cardboard sleeve with his fist.

“Hey,” you bite, pulling it out of his reach. “I like The Cure.”

“I know y’do, that’s the problem.”

You look at him for a beat, one so brief he only just gets a chance to take in your pensive face - adorable - before you scrunch your eyes and stick your tongue out at him.

“Suit yourself,” you say, turning on your heels and marching down the aisle, heading for the cash register.

He watches you cross the store, the way your walk shifts from comical to confident. This walk is familiar to him; it’s your I’m-nervous-because-I’m-in-public walk.

His eyes are still on you when you take your change from the girl behind the desk. He watches you pocket it, and catches your self-satisfied smile as you turn. And then he watches as it falters, and your face drains of colour, and he feels himself walking over to you before he has time to think about it.

You’re looking at the door, where the bell’s just chimed, and the bottom of your stomach’s fallen away. Heart in your throat, you stare blankly at the man who just walked in.

“Oh, hey,” he says, though he may as well be on the other side of the glass for the way he sounds so distant. He shakes snow off his hair and you feel the ghost of it between your fingers. “Fancy seein’ you here.”

You feel Eddie before you can muster up a response. He stands behind you, just close enough that, if you wanted to, you could reach behind and take his hand.

“Hey,” he says lowly, just by your ear, words for you alone. “Who’s this?”

There’s something simmering in his voice, something defensive. He knows.

“Uh, hi,” you squeak, fingers clutching the plastic bag you’re holding to keep them from shaking. “Hi- uh, Eds, this is, uh-”

“Tom,” the man says, sticking a gloved hand out to Eddie. You feel him shift slowly behind you; his eyes move between the back of your head and the man in front of you a few times before he returns the gesture.

He’s handsome, Eddie thinks. Better looking than he is, anyway. Cleaner, softer; none of the hard edges Eddie harbours that he doesn’t know you think are soft as anything.

“We used to go out,” you say quickly, before Tom tries to explain it himself and makes you feel smaller than you already do. You hope Eddie gets the hint.

He does. The burning in his gut flares and his hands clench into fists without him meaning them to.

“Eddie,” he states, sharp and blunt.

“We were just, uh- We’re headed out,” you say, and the way you’ve come over all nervous and quiet is almost enough to make Eddie’s heart split right down the middle. He hovers a hand over the small of your back and steps around you, around Tom, until you follow him.

“Well, see you around,” he says as the bell chimes again and Eddie damn near pulls you out into the snow.

The cold, damp flakes that land on your flushed cheeks are a sweet relief. So are Eddie’s hands, which wrap around yours to take the bag from you. He doesn’t miss how they shake.

“Fuck,” you breathe. The air escapes your lungs and doesn’t return for a second, long enough that you have to think to inhale. Eddie looks you over, desperate to pat you, fawn over you, kiss the snowflake off the bridge of your nose.

He opts for something safer. “You alright?”

The busy Indianapolis sidewalk doesn’t allow for too much fussing, and you’re quietly grateful for the bustling Saturday afternoon crowd pushing the two of you along and away from Trax.

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, breathless again, trudging through stomped-over snow. “Just took me by surprise.”

“Yeah, no shit. When’d you last see him?”

“When I picked up my stuff from his place.”

“Shit.”

You walk aimlessly around the corner, until Eddie begins to lead the way. Wordlessly you follow him for six blocks, and think to yourself that maybe he’s getting you as far away as he can.

He knows a coffee place, apparently, one so much better than any of the ones around Trax that you know are just as good. He ushers you into the warmth and buys three pastries - one each and one to share - and you eat until you’re not thinking about Tom anymore.

Robin sidles into the booth beside you, the familiar shape of her slotting into your side without care. She nudges her hip into yours, a wordless signal for you to move around and make more space.

The six of you squeeze around the tiny table as Eddie and Steve place drinks down across it. Pints of beer, far too big glasses of wine and six sickly coloured shots decorate it and all of a sudden you’re counting to five and banging a tiny glass on the varnished wood.

It tastes of sour apple and coats your lips with a shiny, sugary lacquer. Eddie sits opposite you harbouring a fiery urge to lean over and kiss you clean.

You grin at him, missing the flicker of affection in his tipsy eyes, and lean into Robin, who takes a swig from one of the pint glasses.

“Rob!” Steve shouts, reaching over and grasping at the glass. “You asshole, that’s mine-”

“What’s yours is mine, dingus,” she slurs, her dopey smile met not by something frosty but by Steve’s own grin. The tenderness inside your stomach is just as sickly as the shot; you’re drunk on sugary liquor and an unbridled love for your friends.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The bickering stops as Eddie raises his glass from the table.

“A toast,” he says, “to the newly-weds.”

You grasp your own pint and raise it too, along with everyone else, as Nancy and Jonathan beam back at you. They’re the picture of happiness, her rosy cheeks blooming from joy and champagne, his smile so wide you’re scared he might split in two. Nancy’s so pretty in a simple, short dress, Mrs Wheeler’s pearls around her neck, and Jonathan looks so smart in his suit, fresh from the dry cleaners courtesy of Joyce. A long day of family celebrations ends here, in this bar on the east end of Indianapolis, four walls that have seen the six of you grow up and into yourselves.

Nancy and Jonathan thank everybody, and Steve disappears without a single one of you noticing, reappearing with a new round of shots. Robin takes your hand in hers and squeezes, which tells you that she’s putting off crying. You’ve already covered the shoulder of her new shirt in tears. Happy tears.

If some benevolent force happened to be looking down and caught a glimpse of your happy little table, they’d find that your mind and Eddie’s look very much alike right now. Dizzy daydreams of a future neither of you are confident in, that neither of you think the other would ever even dare to consider.

The distant call of your name pulls you up off Robin’s shoulder. You hear it again, and the voice it’s called in sends your blood running cold. Regardless it beckons you and you turn to look, seeing him approaching like a fucking stalking lion.

“Oh,” you breathe, “hi.”

His unwelcome hands spread over the back of the booth, his fingers brushing the back of your neck. You bristle.

He grins down at you and then looks up and around at everybody else. “Hey, guys. I guess these are your friends?”

All you can do is look up at him. Eddie can see you recoiling and his stomach churns.

“Oh, hi again,” Tom says, spotting Eddie. This is your nightmare situation, frankly, and you’re afraid of where Tom might take it.

“Hey, man,” Steve says. His words are lopsided because he’s three pints and four shots in and too giddy to recognise this for what it is.

“Steve, right?” Tom asks. His knuckles whiten as he grips harder.

“Mm-hm,” Steve hums, leaning just enough to the left that Eddie has to push him upright. In the brief moment he’s preoccupied with his untrustworthy friend, he doesn’t see the way Tom dips his head to meet yours, or the attempt at a kiss on the cheek that you dodge, or even the quick words whispered in your ear. He does see you flush, your face, already warmed by wine, becoming even brighter. Before he can ask what’s happening, Robin’s scooting out to let you stand, and Tom’s hand’s on your waist and you’re off to the bar together.

Nancy shifts uncomfortably beside Jonathan, her hands on the table. “Is that…”

“Yeah,” Eddie says.

“Fuck,” Jonathan breathes.

“No way,” Robin barks, almost loud enough for Eddie to chastise her; you’re only twenty feet away.

Despite the stretch of time separating this moment from your last one with him, Tom’s hands haven’t become any less curious. They paw at you, never settling but instead trying each possessive spot he loved to frequent before you left him. Your waist was his favourite, but you’ve felt the unwelcome impression of his palm on each arm, your shoulder, the small of your back, and when he goes for your hip you twist just enough that he’s forced to drop it.

He’s telling you about his promotion. When you left, he’d been clamouring for it, doing everything he’d once confessed to hating: sucking up to his boss, shmoozing, working late. It pays well, apparently; well enough that he’s got his own place. It’s a five minute cab ride away. Want to come see it?

“Why would I want to do that?” you ask him, emboldened by the fiery rage his wandering hands are reigniting within you.

“Oh, c’mon,” he says, cooing your name with a sincerity so false that you taste the saccharine flavour of it on your gums, “you’re not telling me you haven’t missed me, huh?”

“No,” you tell him honestly, “I haven’t.”

“What, you with that metalhead or something?”

“Eddie is just a friend”, you bite.

“Yeah, right,” Tom scoffs, slamming his glass on the bar. He’s leaning closer, crowding you, and there are too many people behind him and all of a sudden you’ve lost sight of your table. “Knew I was right to put a stop to that.”

“Fuck you, Tom,” you spit, trying desperately to wriggle free. “I want to get back to my friends now, please.”

“Had his fuckin’ hands all over you the other day,” he continues, ignoring you. “Bet he tried it on when we were together, didn’t he?”

“No, he- Fuck, Tom, will you please just let me out-”

Eddie catches glimpses of you between passing bodies. He sees the way Tom’s crowding you and how you’re squirming and, honestly, he wants to walk into the sea.

Tom was never introduced to your friends. It was mostly his own choice, but Eddie and Robin and everyone else saw it for what it was. You just managed to get out before he cut you off from them all completely.

Now, in the low light of the bar, he’s not so certain that you’re done with him. Sure, you seemed unnerved when you bumped into him at the record store, but he begins to wonder if maybe you’d just been caught off guard, and if you’d thought about him since then. Had you called him?

“Hey,” Robin mutters, leaning over the table to Eddie with her eyes on you, “I think- I don’t know, she looks annoyed.”

Finally, there’s a gap in the crowd, and he sees it too. The pinch of your brow, and the squirming that isn’t squirming. You’re scared.

He stands so quickly that his head spins. He sees Nancy in his peripheral vision standing too, though she’s penned in by Jonathan and Steve. Eddie’s heavy footsteps take too long, he’s too slow; Tom’s hand is around your arm and he’s leaving, taking you with him, willingly or not.

He follows the silhouette of Tom, dark against the brash streetlamp light coming in through the glass doors. He can see the top of your head and feels himself pulled to you like a fish on a line.

He catches up just as Tom pushes the door open and stumbles into the snow, blinded by the fluorescent bulb in the lamp above. You feel the inebriation seep out of you with every second spent in the cold, your bare arms covered in goosebumps.

“Tom, what the fuck?” you spit, finally separating yourself from him. You feel the burn left by his tough grip on your upper arm. He’s still close, close enough that he can take your head in one firm hand.

“Just wanted to see your pretty face,” he says, his voice suddenly softer, his breath too hot on your face, “couldn’t see you properly in-”

“Hey.”

You turn just as Tom does to find Eddie in the doorway. His fists are clenched again and so is his jaw; you know him well enough to see your own anger reflected back at you.

“You okay?” he asks, looking at you, tender as always and it does something to dampen the fiery rage you’re keeping at bay. You nod as Tom drops his hand and scoffs.

“See,” he spits, “loverboy won’t leave you the fuck alone.”

You take three steps back. Eddie comes closer.

“Go home,” he says to Tom as you reach out and take his fist into both hands. He relaxes, and you wind your fingers together.

“Oh, c’mon,” Tom says, “you can’t be serious? Look at him, babe, he’s…”

“Can we go back in?” you whisper to Eddie, whose stern face is beginning to worry you. He says nothing but tugs on your hand and, to your relief, Tom seems to back away around the corner as you retreat indoors.

The door shuts and Eddie turns, but before he can say anything you throw your arms around him and push your face into his neck. He’s startled, but not so much that he can’t return it, his own arms around your back, the pressure a welcome thing.

“Hey,” he coos, “are you sure you’re okay?”

“Thank you,” you say, muffled by his shirt. “Thank you.”

He pulls back, too worried to care to hug you any longer. Instead he lets himself fuss over you, a tentative hand at your jaw as he looks you in the eye.

“I’m okay,” you finally say, sighing. “I hate him.”

Eddie can’t help but laugh. “I do too.”

“Thank you for not hitting him,” you murmur.

His fingers hover by your ear and just as you think he’s going to touch you, he lowers his hand.

“It’s okay,” he says. “I knew you’d hate that.”

He takes your hand again, a gesture which sends both of you independently loopy, and returns with you to the table, where Nancy nearly falls over Robin to get to you. As you reassure her and take your seat again, sandwiched between the two girls, Eddie takes a long swig of beer.

“Hey,” Steve slurs, leaning over to you. “Did y’know Eddie’s ears go red when he’s jealous?”

You look back at him with wide eyes as Eddie gives him a swift thwack to the arm, telling him to fuck off.

“It’s true!” Steve assures you. “I saw it with my own eyes! Like, five minutes ago, I-”

He’s stopped by more of Eddie’s playful hitting.

Quietly, just to you, Nancy says, “It’s true.”

You turn to look at her. She’s got that sparkle in her eye. It appears when she’s got a plan, or an idea, or knows something.

“For a minute, it looked like you were enjoying it,” she continues. “I bet he could’ve burned this place to the ground with how jealous he was getting.”

She nods to her left, where Eddie is dealing with a still restless Steve. He senses you looking and meets your eye, and the pretty pink blush that covers his cheeks is enough to make you look away.

The coffee machine pings just as the doorbell goes.

You jump, startled by both noises. Leaving the coffee to stew you pad through the apartment and open the door slowly, making sure to hide behind it to save the postman seeing you in your pyjama shorts.

When you pull it back, you’re surprised by the sight of your best friend, standing at your door in his own pyjamas.

“Morning,” he says, chuckling lowly.

“What are you doing here?” you ask as you let him inside. “Did you- Did you walk here in that?”

“God no,” he says, “have you seen it out there?”

Truthfully, you haven’t dared pull the curtains back yet. “No,” you admit, locking the door again and wishing you’d had the sense even in your drunken stupor to put your good pyjamas on. You pat the front of the crinkled cotton at the top of your thighs, smoothing it down to no avail.

“There’s coffee in the kitchen,” you tell him as you step over to the living room window and pull back the blind to reveal what can only be described as a blizzard.

Eddie comes in behind you with two steaming mugs. “Slept on Steve’s fucking couch,” he says, laughing again. “Dimwit couldn’t get himself into bed and then the weather got too bad for me to get a cab home.”

Steve lives two floors above you, in an apartment much the same as your own. His couch is small. Eddie’s back must hurt.

“How is he?”

“Steve?”

“Hm.”

“He’ll be fine,” Eddie sighs, throwing himself onto your couch and kicking his feet up, socked toes just missing the side of your bare thigh. “Probably regrets the fourth round of shots, but at least he had fun.”

“Did you have fun?” you ask softly.

“Yeah, I mean- Of course.” He reaches over to pick up your coffee and leans over to pass it to you. “Didn’t you?”

You take it from him and sit back, sighing. “Yeah, yeah, just…”

Your throat is suddenly too thick to drink the coffee. You stare at it, the deep mahogany liquid pouring steam into the tepid room.

“How does he still manage to ruin everything?” you ask, the question more an abstract frustration than anything aimed directly at Eddie.

He stiffens on the other end of the couch. He knows you don’t mean Steve, that your mind is elsewhere, on the impatient hands that couldn’t keep themselves from pressing painfully into your arm or the coddling of his hot breath on your face out in the snow.

“Hey,” Eddie coos, softening when he notices your hands shaking. He takes the mug, his own hands gentle on you to save from startling you, and replaces it on the table. “Here, c’mere-”

You lean into him, pushing your face into the softness of Steve’s sweater that he’s wearing. You keep apologising - variations of I’m sorry spat out between quiet sobs - and he keeps telling you it’s okay. One hand holds your elbow while the other smooths up and down your back, his cheek pressed to the top of your head.

“Thank you for saving me,” you say, and he exhales when he hears the smile in your words.

“Y’don’t have to thank me again,” he says. You lean back and the two of you sit as mirror images of one another, one knee up on the couch and the other foot on the floor. You wipe your eye with the back of your wrist. Eddie yearns to knock your hand away and do it himself, to clean you up and kiss you when he’s done. He keeps his hands to himself instead.

“I dunno what I’d have done,” you whisper, “I mean, I don’t think he’d have done anything, but I still don’t wanna think about it.”

“I don’t either,” Eddie agrees before he can stop himself.

You look at him. There are deepening shadows beneath his eyes that you’re sure the couch is to blame for, and his hair’s unruly, matted from what you can only imagine was an useless night’s sleep, but your favourite thing - the mellow brown of his eyes - is just as pretty as ever. So’s his skin, pale and imperfect where he’s inked the left side of his neck and you can see the very top of the scar that stretches over his collarbone. He broke it when you were both ten, and he still teases you about how quick you were to run from him when you saw the bone and the broken flesh. You’re desperate to know if it’d be warm under your fingertips, your lips, your tongue.

“Do your ears really get red when you’re jealous?” you ask him. You see him stiffen at the question, his eyes narrowing just so, as his hands flex over his knees.

“Steve’s an asshole,” Eddie says.

“I know-”

“But yeah,” he says, the corner of his mouth breaking loose into a smile, “He’s right. It’s stupid.”

You kick his foot with your own softly and laugh.

“Why were you jealous?”

“Oh, seriously?”

“Yes! Why were you jealous?!” you repeat, grinning.

“You’re really gonna make me say it?”

“Yes.”

He sighs, all dramatic and silly and you laugh until his restless hand lands on your knee instead of his own.

“I thought you were glad to see him,” he admits.

“I don’t know how you got that impression,” you say. You’re trying to ignore the soft rumbling in your chest, lest it take your breath away.

“Dunno,” he says, and suddenly he reminds you of sixteen-year-old Eddie, awkward and goofy, the boy you fell for.

“Well,” you say, “I’m very glad you came to my rescue.”

“I didn’t rescue you, you’re perfectly capable of doing that yourself,” he says, laughing. His knee knocks yours and his fingers spread until the tips of them are meeting the middle of your thigh.

“Still, it was a nice thing to do.”

He hums and you inhale as you place your hand on his. He looks up at you and the contact seems to provide some courage.

He says your name, and it’s softer than ever in the quiet of your living room. As far as the two of you are aware, there’s nothing beyond here; no blizzard, no hungover Steve two floors up, no shitty ex-boyfriends. Just you and Eddie and the string of starlight pulling you together.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks in a whisper, leaning in, already resting more weight on the hand on your thigh. Somehow, it feels like the most natural question in the world.

You nod. “Yeah, please.”

He closes the gap with his forehead to yours, tilting his head enough that his nose slots beside yours as he kisses you. You expected a peck, something nervous, but that’s impossible when there’s a decade of want behind it. He’s firm and certain as his hands finally take grateful handfuls of your hips, and your mouth burns as you kiss him back. He worries he’s being too handsy, especially after last night, but when you feel him retreating you take his larger hands in yours and keep them there.

This morning, as his tongue moves past yours, Eddie tastes like spearmint, coffee and tobacco. You miss the taste as soon as his lips paint tender kisses at the corner of your mouth and over the hill of your jaw, but you keen at the sensation anyway, arching into him.

“This okay?” he asks in a pant, pulling back and hiding a smile as he hears you whine.

“Yeah,” you breathe. You use shaky fingers to push curls back so you can see his face and, holding him in both hands, kiss the swell of his cheek followed by the other. “Thank you.”

“Stop thanking me,” he says, chuckling.

“What do we do now?” you ask him.

He looks back at you, feeling more whole than ever, and notices the creeping worry lines between your brows. Pushing against your hold, he leans forward and kisses you there. The satisfaction of feeling you relax is enough to keep him going for a thousand years.

“Well,” he whispers, and his breath isn’t too hot like Tom’s. It’s warm and friendly where it blooms over your closed eyes. “Go take care of Steve, probably.”

“Kiss me again?”

He does, wordlessly, softer than before, once on your mouth and another on your forehead. You wind your arms around his back, and with cheek resting on the top of your head, he says those fateful words into your hair:

“Love you.”

You squeeze without thinking, smiling into his chest.

“Love you too.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #eddie imagine #eddie fanfic #eddie fic #eddie #eddie munson angst #stranger things au

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A Table of Contents to all my CoD Men x Reader Fics

My shit was getting disorganized as fuck, so I collected everything I've typed on here and put it into a single post, just to make it easier to find my stuff if you ever choose to. User Accessibility matters!

Note - All of this is 18+ and Mature, but not all of it is Smut

SFW/Fluff // Masterlist

The masterlist to all of the SFW/Fluff One-Shots for Ghost x Reader.

No Good Men Left To Spare // Masterlist

No pair of people hated each other more than you and Ghost. To him, you were just another loud-mouthed, obnoxious, and immature little princess needing to be humbled. To you, he was just a boring, broody asshole hellbent on not liking you. Things between you two couldn't be any worse. After pushing one too many of his buttons tonight, you and Ghost going off to have a quick smoke turns into something else entirely.

Make Me Beg

Ghost had been curious to see if you could be the one to make him beg for a change, in which to both his pleasure and dismay, you oblige.

Greedy

Ghost x Dom!Reader x Soap

Ghost and Soap find themselves crushing on the same woman on their team, a friendly bout between two comrades to see who you'll choose, only your answer's not one they'd expected to hear.

The Lights Stay Off

No Summary :(

NSFW, 18+, Shameless Smut, No Plot, Porn w/out Plot, Sex in the dark, Explicit, Graphic Language, Teasing, Touch-Starved Touching, Embarrassing, First Time Together, Fingering, Sloppy Kisses, Somewhat Rough Sex, slightly Intimate, Ghost is a bit of a dom, Reader's a bit snarky

Ghost Fan Edit

My thirst for this man is endless. I've been thirsty since I was 11 and first laid eyes on him in 2009. He just gets finer each year. I don't think I'd have my mask kink without him.

Now you get to see how rhythmically challenged I am. These are fun to make; once I get better at them I'll be unstoppable (｀∀´)Ψ

I Won't Forget

Short Drabble ~ Your last night with Johnny...

Can You Spot Me?

You decide to reward Soap after finishing a set on the bench press.

NSFW 18+, Explicit, Shameless Smut, Porn w/out Plot, Semi-Public Sex, Gym Sex, Teasing, Fluff, Flirting, Cunnilingus, Blow-Jobs, Cowgirl, P in V, Might be a little tame, but still Graphic Description, no Y/N usage

Greedy (same story as above one in Ghost's section)

Speedracer

Gaz x Reader x Soap

It's not every day Gaz gets to drive fast cars. It's also not every day he gets to race hot strangers on the road either.

SFW, Some swearing, Fluff, Flirting, Banter, Racing, Three-Way flirting, Random, Innocent, Some Car Lingo, Soap and Gaz sharing a single brain cell, Eventual smut in part two, scarcely proofread

Been In Love

After a breakup, Price figures a walk along the beach might make for a good distraction. What he did not expect to find was a strange woman standing off to the shore, who looked as though she were about ready to drown herself at sea.

pt. 0 | pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

Bloodstained Honesty

Wounded, bloody, and just the two of you. A mission gone wrong leads to a long overdue moment between both you and your Captain, perhaps too late to count for anything. Not if either of you two can help it at least.

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

Sex Tape ~ Kinktober Prompt

No summary (._. )

NSFW (18+), Shameless Smut, Explicit Detail, Groping, Fingering, Nipple-Play, Oral (Female Receiving), AFAB!Reader Long-Distance, Sex Tape, Scarcely Proofread, Kinktober

Some Days

Drabble ~ Price has a tendency to wake up most mornings before you...

SFW, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Innocent, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Mornings, Wife Reader, Soft Price, Price is a little mopey, scarcely proofread

Let Me Play You A Song

During a get-together, you and the Captain decide to sneak off for a spell. The intentions were mostly pure. At the start...

Captain Price Fan Edit

My first time making a video like this EVER (ʃᵕ̩̩ ᵕ̩̩). It came out more like a trailer than an edit, but I had so much fun making this. I really hope you like it! *totally not nervous* (　◜◡‾)

Captain Price Fan Edit 2

Control Masterlist

Slow Burn, Love Triangle, Angst, Romance, Drama

You’ve been with Shadow Company long enough to know working alongside 141 on their search for the stolen American missiles wouldn’t be an ordinary assignment. And most importantly, you knew Graves. Shadow Company keeps its allies close, and its enemies closer. When you’re given a job, it gets done without conflict. Without loose ends.

Your true mission is clear to you -- keep an eye on 141 and keep them comfortable. Anything it takes to alleviate suspicion of Shadow Company’s involvement with the missing missiles. This wasn’t about saving lives, this was a deadly game of control, and you intend to do so flawlessly.

Phillip Graves Character Trailer

Deepthroating ~ Kinktober Prompt

Drabble - You decide to pay your commander a little visit during one of his later nights in the office...

Welp, that's that. Thanks ( .-.)

...

Here are links to some of my gaming clips if interested (shameless plug)

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♡ Yandere demon x reader ♡

This story contains: Obsessive behaviour, gore, violence, neglection.

You stared at the sign infront of you with a smile. It says "Summer class workshop". A friend of yours asked if you could help them teach or guide the kids and having a heart for kids you agreed!

You entered the building and was greeted with bunch of kids chasing eachother and laughing with eachother. You grinned while you greeted some of the kids with a cheerful voice.

You looked around for a moment, trying to find your friend but suddenly you spotted a black haired boy sitting on the corner alone, their arms wrapped around their knees.

You decided to approach the male and you noticed how pale he was, and his black eyes that stared at the ground was now staring at you. "Hello, what's your name?" You happily asked the boy who just looked away, you sighed as you sat beside him. "My name's (Y/N). How about yours?" Your eyes flickered at his figure and you notice how he was fidgeting with his fingers making your smile drop.

You placed your hand on his back making the boy slightly flinch. "It's okay, i wont hurt you." You calmly said, while giving him a gentle smile. "I just want to be you friend." The male looked at you with sad eyes, his brows knitted. "But mama said that nobody wants to be friends with me. She said im too weird and i was just a waste of time." The boy said. You felt your heart aching, you've always hate the fact that some parents hated their child and how some of the kids dont have the proper childhood.

You carried the boy on your lap while you wrapped you arms around him, like a mother carrying their child. The boy's eyes widened at your actions but ended up leaning to your touch. "What's your name sweetheart, it's okay dont be scared i'll be your friend!" You said while you started to run your fingers on his black hair. "N-niko.." the male in your arms responded as he can feel tears started to form in their eyes, it was their first time having to receive this kind of affection from someone, and you were the first one who made him feel welcomed and loved.

The male on your lap looked up at you. "Can i marry you in the future?" After Niko said those words you felt like laughing but you just hold it in and you just released a soft chuckle. "That's impossible Niko. Im like 7 years older(yeah, you are still like 16 in here) than you and im sure you'll find someone better, the one that you'll love dearly and marry." You responded making the smaller male pout. "But i love you, and i'll marry you." He protested. "You are just confused." You smiled once again, thinking that wont really happen but oh my, how wrong you were.

It was theast day of the summer class and to your experience, it was really fun even though some other kids were annoying, asking too much questions but you were able to handle them, you were able to hold yourself back fromthrowingthemoutofthewindow. But a certain black haired would always cling onto you, you dont know why but they grew fond of you. Niko would always make drawings and show them to you or do some craft and show them to you, it was really adorable for you.

"Mj !" You shouted while you chased a certain ginger haired boy who was running around the place with your phone in his hands. Some kids in here are really unbelievable!

You finally catch the male and took your phone but he bit you on your wrist before running away. You groaned in pain, 'damn, that little shit.' You thought while you stared at your red wrist that was almost bleeding, wow he really bit you with all of his strength!

You went to the staff room and you noticed that you were alone, the other staffs wasnt here. You grabbed a tissue before placing it to your wrist, mumbling shit all over again.

"AhHHh !!" A loud bloody shrieked was heard from the kid's room. You rushed to there, worrying something bad had happened and yes something bad really did happen.

You covered your mouth with your hand, your eyes widen while you looked at the bloody scene. Niko was holding a bloody pencil, his figure was splattered with blood and you noticed the figure laying lifelessly behind him. It was the ginger you were chasing while ago, his left eye was bloody, and it looked like Niko stabbed him in his eye for a multiple times.

You couldn't speak and you couldn't move, you felt like you were stuck on the floor while kids started to approach you, staring terrifiedly at the bloody male.

Niko ..

He was staring at you like he was the most innocent things on this cruel world. He was staring at you like nothing happened, like he didnt just stab a boy in the eye.

You took a step back, your (E/C) stuck at staring at his black eyes that seemed to glow red and violet, a glint of danger in it.

"(Y/N)? is there something wrong? He hurted you!" The male shouted. You just shakily grabbed your phone from your pocket before calling the emergency.

"This is 911, what's your emergency?"

"I-- i need you right now please... A child got stabbed in t-the eye." You started, your voice trembling. Before saying those words, the phone fell from your grip.

"What? (Y/N) what are you doing? He hurted you! He deserved it! He deserved it! He deserved it!" You bit your lip while tears started to form in your eyes.

"(Y/N), he deserved it! HE DESERVED IT." The bloody boy screamed while things started to lift from the air and was thrown to the walls. The kids around you panicked, then started to cry loudly but you were still stuck, your body wouldn't let you move or like the ground wouldn't move. "Go. Go outside and ask for help." You demanded making the kids look at you unsure. "I said go!" The younger kids around you finally left, crying.

"What are you?" You asked, trying to look brave but right now you just wanted to move, but you can't.

The black haired kid laughed like a maniac. "Im your husband!" He said his voice becoming deeper and husky, like he is not the same young boy anymore.

Your breath hitched when he started to approach you but suddenly multiple people started to enter the room, and you finally felt relief while arms started to wrap around your figure, it was your friend who was helping you to get out of the scene while police started to crowd the place.

You took a last look from Niko, who just stared back at you with sad eyes as big tears started to escape his eyes. "(Y/N), why would you let them take me away from you? I thought you'd be there for me? I thought you are my friend? I thought you love me!" The boy cried, his voice turning back to a young child's voice.

You ignored his cries while you stared at your friend with your tired eyes, he was just giving you a gentle smile but you werent sure. Your vision was blurry and you could feel yourself getting dizzy.

Before passing out the last thing you heard was the desperate cries from the boy and his last words before your consiousness completely slipped away from you.

"I'll find you (Y/N)."

(I think im making a part 2 where reader_chan is already grown up! And guys guysssss it a demon possesing Niko, but it's a childish demon and the mama thingy thing he was saying was true ig?im gonna edit dis)

#yandere stalking #male yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere demon x reader #yanderedemon

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The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 44

Claire found it rather surreal that she was currently in a big crowd, dancing around to a band that Chris was singing for. She hadn't realised he had such a good voice.

‘As much as you dislike your brother, you can’t deny he’s talented.’ Claire said to Loki between songs.

‘I know.’ Loki said reluctantly with a huff.

Loki did clap after each song, though didn’t show much more enthusiasm aside from that. Although, Claire swore that she spotted him mouthing along to some of the lyrics now and then, which made her heart hurt in a way. She wished she knew what really made them drift so far apart to the hate they have for one another now.

When Chris finished, he joined the group for drinks when they went to the main arena.

‘Well, you surprised me, Chris. I didn’t know you could sing so well.’ David said as he patted his shoulder.

‘Thanks.’ Chris shrugged. ‘It’s just all for fun, a little side thing we do.’

‘You could go far if you wanted to. You’re all a really talented bunch of guys.’ Spencer commented.

‘Perhaps in the future, the school is my main focus right now.’ Chris said nonchalantly. ‘What about you, little brother. Did you enjoy it? You are my biggest fan after all.’ He smirked at Loki.

Loki glared at him and shrugged. ‘Not terrible, I suppose.’ Was all Loki said, then he headed off to get some drinks from the bar.

‘I think he enjoyed it more than he wants to let on.’ Claire gave Chris a little smile.

‘What about you, did you enjoy it?’ Chris asked as he folded his arms over his chest.

‘Surprisingly, I did. I didn’t realise you had quite a set of lungs on you.’ She teased.

Chris smirked. ‘Should invite that sister of yours next time. Maybe she’d like to hook up with the lead singer, go for a bite to eat.’

Claire shook her head and rolled her eyes. ‘Yeah, that won’t be happening.’

Everyone enjoyed the rest of the afternoon and start of the evening, they were drinking of course but not quite as heavy as the previous night. It was slower and they made sure to eat plenty between drinks, too.

‘Has anyone seen Spencer?’ Jessica asked the others.

‘No, actually. Where did he go?’ Michael frowned.

‘I think he said he was going to the toilet, but that was a while ago.’ Loki said with a frown.

‘We should go look for him. I’ve just heard that there’s been a few… incidents. Very drunk young… people. Drinking things they shouldn’t be.’ Jessica said worriedly as she looked at Loki with a certain look, that Loki and the other vampires picked up on instantly.

‘Yeah, let’s go find him.’ Matt said and everyone agreed.

They headed for the porta loos first, Loki raised his nose up to the air and sniffed. Of course, he could smell the disgusting typical porta loo smells, but through that he could also smell a lot of exposed blood… but what made his stomach drop was it was Spencer’s blood he could smell.

He rushed around the back of the toilets, the group quickly followed him, knowing he had picked up the scent of something. As they got closer, the other vampires could clearly smell him too.

‘Oh god.’ Claire cried when they found him round the back, dying. He was bleeding badly from a bite to his neck, coughing and spluttering.

There was another couple of humans round there too in the same predicament.

‘Shit!’ Loki gasped and wiped a hand down his face.

‘We need to save him! Someone needs to change him!’ Jessica sobbed as she put her hands over her face.

‘Not without permission… We can’t.’ Loki said reluctantly.

‘Fuck permission. I am not losing another good teacher.’ Chris snarled as he pushed Loki out of the way and rushed over to Spencer.

He crouched down and tried to sit him up, supporting him at his back.

‘Stay with me, Spencer… This will hurt, a lot.’ Chris said sheepishly. ‘It will be over quickly though.’

Spencer was pretty far gone, so didn’t really take in what Chris said. Though he soon found out as Chris bit his neck, his fangs sank into him and Spencer’s eyes widened for a moment before they closed. The vampires could all sense his heartbeat, it had been slowing down but had a slight spike when Chris injected venom into Spencer’s blood via his fangs, but then his heart began to rapidly decline.

Chris swiftly bit his own wrist, then made sure to drip enough of his blood into Spencer’s mouth that he had to force open. Once Chris was sure he’d gotten enough, he focused on his heartbeat and waited a moment. All the others were waiting too with baited breath, though Michael was at the back, horrified at what he was witnessing. In disbelief.

Spencer suddenly gasped and sat bolt upright, he coughed a few times and spat out some blood. His new fangs were emerged and he looked terrified.

‘It’s alright, calm down, Spencer. You’re ok. You’ll be feeling funny, but you’re going to be ok. Just trust us.’ Chris said calmly.

Spencer looked wild eyed as he glanced around, his senses were heightened and he was struggling to focus properly.

‘I’ll get him back to his tent. Meet me there.’ Chris said to the group, who nodded in agreement.

Chris was able to put Spencer over his shoulder, then he took large leaps and levitated over the crowds and back to their camp. He didn’t care in the moment who saw, he just needed to get Spencer to calm down and focus.

When the group turned around to head back, they were faced with Michael. Who was white as a ghost and looked like he was going to pass out.

‘Ah… Michael… We uh, need to discuss a few things back at camp.’ David said as he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

When the whole group got back to their tents, Chris had managed to calm Spencer down enough to explain to him everything going on.

Loki and Matt took Michael to the side and explained to him too, he took it surprisingly well considering what he’d just witnessed. Though he was still in shock.

Jessica went to comfort Spencer in their tent while the others remained outside.

‘What the hell do we do now?’ Matt asked.

‘There’s nothing to do.’ Hannibal shrugged.

‘We’ve got two humans here, where it’s clearly not safe anymore. There are obviously some young vampires running around feral. They should have smelled Jessica on Spencer, but still went ahead anyway.’ Matt argued.

‘Matt’s right. Plus, Spencer isn’t going to be in any state to enjoy the rest of the night or tomorrow now. He needs time to adjust to his new senses.’ Chris said with a sigh. ‘I think we should head home.’

‘I agree. I don’t think I’ll be able to enjoy myself without worrying now.’ Loki said as he looked at Claire, who nodded in agreement.

‘We’ve had our fun, but if it’s getting too dangerous now, there’s no fun in that.’ Claire said quietly.

‘I’m getting my weekend tickets worth, whether you guys are staying or not.’ Hannibal said defensively and Will nodded in agreement with his partner.

‘Are you sober enough to drive?’ David asked Chris.

Chris nodded. ‘I’ve only had a few beers over the course of today.’

‘Let’s get packed up then.’ Loki sighed.

Everyone apart from Hannibal and Will began to get their things together. Spencer managed to help a little. Chris went back to get his own belongings and said he’d meet them at the bus.

‘I’m sorry we’re leaving already, love.’ Loki said softly to Claire as he pulled her into a hug.

‘That’s ok, it’s not your fault. It’s safer for everyone if we do. Besides, I’ve seen my favourite bands today, there’s not anyone I’m disappointed about missing tomorrow.’ Claire smiled up at him.

Loki kissed her forehead.

‘Besides, you really need a shower. You stink already.’ Claire teased.

‘Speak for yourself, smelly girl.’ Loki laughed as he stuck his tongue out at her.

They were all packed up pretty quickly and made their way to the bus to meet up with Chris. He was there waiting for them already. Before they knew it, they were on the road home.

Spencer and Michael had a lot of questions, which everyone else happily answered. Spencer seemed calmer now he was away from all the noise and high stimulation. It let his senses settle better, though he did often glance at Michael or Claire with a weird look in his eye. It would take him some time to adjust being around humans when his new instincts were telling him to feed from them.

Claire was next to Loki on the way home, leaning into him. She fell asleep for half the way, the alcohol and late night catching up on her.

‘Finally, Demsdale is in sight. You guys absolutely reek.’ Chris called back to the group.

‘Well, we’re not all rich enough to afford glamping. Plus, it was only one night. We can’t be smelling that bad.’ Michael argued.

‘Us vampires have a very strong sense of smell. Trust me when I say, we stink already. All that alcohol, sweat, and vomit from a few…’ Loki chuckled.

‘Huh… Fair enough.’ Michael sat back in his seat. He was going to take a while to get used to the whole vampire thing.

Loki and Claire were dropped off first, which they were glad of. Loki decided to leave Bat with his dad for the night and they’d go get her in the morning.

‘I’m showering first!’ Claire bolted straight upstairs.

‘I don’t think so!’ Loki called after her and ran up behind her. He grabbed her ankle when she was almost at the top step, she let out a screech as he pulled her down a few steps but then she turned over and he paused over the top of her with a grin.

‘Not fair, you’re faster and stronger. You’ll always beat me.’ She pouted.

‘N’aww, my poor little smelly vampire slut.’ Loki mocked and kissed the tip of her nose. ‘How about we both win tonight and shower together, hmm?’ He asked in a sultry tone as he trailed his finger down the side of her neck.

‘If I say no?’ Claire asked defiantly and raised an eyebrow.

‘Well… Then I’ll dump you in the bath while I shower myself.’ Loki shrugged. ‘Though it would be much more fun to share the shower, since it would also include an orgasm.’

‘Make it two and you’ve got a deal.’

Loki laughed and pressed his forehead against hers. ‘You drive a hard bargain, but I’m sure I can manage that.’

Manage that he certainly did. They didn’t take long to get worked up in the shower, washing one another’s bodies. Loki then had her pressed against the glass door while he fucked her good and hard. The first round was fast and needy, both of them clung to each other tightly like their life depended on it. Loki was growling and grunting like a crazed animal with Claire whimpering and whining with every thrust.

The second round was slower, more sensual. Loki moved deep and slow, driving Claire crazy with how deep he was inside of her because they were stood up, with only him supporting her. There was lots of sloppy kisses, Loki couldn’t keep his mouth off of hers.

‘I still can’t believe you’re mine. I love you, my darling.’ Loki whispered over her lips when they finished together.

‘I love you more.’ Claire whispered back with a little giggle.

‘Not possible.’ Loki slid his hand up her spine, making her skin tingle.

After getting dried off, they climbed into bed and both groaned. Even though it was just one night spent at the festival, it was still nice getting back into their comfortable bed.

‘Maybe next time we should do glamping too. Considering the bed feels this good after just one night.’ Claire suggested.

‘Agreed.’ Loki laughed.

The following morning, Loki and Claire woke up in bed to the news that the festival had been closed down last night. There were twenty-seven bodies found in the festival site, the police weren't sure what the cause was. They said it looked like a wild animal had been loose, but there were no witnesses for it.

‘Fuck.’ Claire gasped and put her hand over her mouth when Loki finished reading out the headline that was all over social media.

‘I’m so glad we left when we did.’ Loki said as he swallowed hard. ‘At least it’s over five hours away, not near Demsdale. So I’d say we don’t need to worry about feral vampires being here. Not more than our usual, anyway.’ He assured Claire as he put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.

‘Thank you for keeping me safe, as always. Coming home was the right choice.’

‘I wouldn’t have let that happen to you even if we stayed. I’ll always protect you, my love.’ Loki said as he hugged her tightly.

#tom hiddleston #loki #loki x ofc #fluffy loki #loki fic #david tennant #michael fassbender #jessica chastain #chris motionless #hannibal #matt murdock #vampire Loki #the redbridge hunts

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Older Women

Chapter 1

Ashley's POV

Jam Republic finally arrives to set, and the excitement rate is through the roof. "Guys, we are like actually here. This is so freaking cool," Aubrey says excitedly with the biggest smile on her face. "Yea, we are here, so let's not keep the keep our devoted subjects waiting," Ashley says while walking inside the building with the group heading towards their crew room.

"You do realize they are recording right, Ash," Kirsten states while laughing but being kinda serious. "Of course, I know that my number leader, but let's be honest, how many of them have you think talked absolute cash shit about us during their little interviews?" Kristen just smiles, shaking her head. "It's all about the fake drama. Ash, there is and shall be no real fighting, got that girlie." She says with a motherly tone while looking at her entire entire crew, but making sure to make eye contact with the troublemaker herself to get the point across.

"I don't start fights, mother. I finish them, I tell you this all the time and there will be no need to fight because I know no one here is about that life. So you don't have to worry your pretty little head over it." Ashley said while staring at Emma, caught off guard by the face she was suddenly making, and laughed out loud. Ling and Kristen just shake their heads, knowing if provoked Ashley will end up hurting some poor girl.

As the girls separated to start little side conversations of their own, Latrice looks around the room and says "When do you think they will call us down, we have to be like the last ones to arrive it seems", the girls are turned and nodded. Then suddenly, the TV turned on, alerting them it was time to go down to the fight zone. The girls got up and made their way down.

" Omg, this is amazing, Kirsten says in astonishment while walking down first. "It's giving fancy, like boutique white people shit, oo shit yall think they caught that." Ashley covers her mouth, walking down the stairs laughing. Everyone turns to see the final crew, some still slightly bewildered that they are foreigners, while others are just staring in amazement at Audrey and Ashley. Ashley turns to the side while finally making it down the last step and overhears the conversation of Bebe." Oo, Audrey, they think we are pretty," she says while smiling at the girl she shares a birthday with.

Then the chatter comes to a slight stop when the evaluation video starts and and hearing the negatively Ashley turns and smirks at her leader. "I told you they would be talking shit, but no one ever listens to Ash." Kristen just stands there with the rest of the crew smiling and listening to the comments, " Doesn't matter what they say, Ash. We are better than that and won't feed into negatively. " Ash turns around and eyes the other crew, then proceeds to laugh out loud, startling everyone in the room. "Yea, I'm gonna show yall, what's weak."

Jam Republic sits down in their spot while waiting for the judges to come out. In the process, she turns to her side and sees Wolf'lo. She leans more to the side and taps on Haechi shoulder. The girl turns around and stares at the black girl a little confused. "I've seen videos of you guys in battles, and you're like cool as shit." Ashley says to gir, though at this point the entire crew had turned around when they realized she spoke korean." Really, thank you Ashley, your really good too. I watch your battles all the time it's always fun to see something new that you come up with each time you step out. Haechi says with a smile on her face. Your korean is really good, I thought Jam Republic didn't speak any", Halo says while looking at Ashley.

"O no, Jam Republic doesn't speak a word of korean, but considering my father is in the army and was deployed to korean and my mom liked it so much, we stayed. The amazing Ashley Martinez does speak the language." She says while smiling quite proud of her language skills. Before the conversation could continue, though, the host Daniel starts announcing the judges. "I'll hit yall up later," Ashley says while Ling is grabbing her thigh to make her pay attention. She spaces out for a while until her eyes catch sight of the first judge.

Monika steps out doing her iconic run move. Though Ashley can't seem to hear anything, anyone in the room is saying. All she can focus on is Monika." Who the hell is that beautiful woman?", Halo overhearing the younger girl looks up and smiles while says "She is a famous dancer in Korea, she was on the show last season with her crew, you've been in Korea, how come you don't know here?" Ashley watches the woman sit down in her chair and look around the room until their eyes catch each other.

"I have no idea, but I'm gonna find out." Ling looks at the younger girl and says I pretty sure she is older, then you Ash like way older and most likely straight." She says while trying to get the younger dancers' minds away from the older women. Ashley looks at her and smiles, "No, one is 100% straight first of all. Second, no one is out of my league. If I want her, I'm going to get her. And lastly, the older the better, besides, I like my women older anyways, makes the challenge more exciting.

Tbc....

#street woman fighter 2 #swf2 #monika shin

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Survivor’s Remorse (VI)

Part Six

NSFW | 18+ | PTSD | Self harm | Torture

Part 7 | Part 8

"Shit"

"Yeah. I'm really sorry about that by the way. About you. I didn't mean-"

"It's fine. I know it wasn't personal" he waves his hand dismissively before clearing his throat. "I asked Annie about what it was like, once. She told me that after her first day she really didn't know. She could hear you talking sometimes but mainly just, screaming. Told me that after they dragged her past you the first day, you didn't stop screaming for a week. Annie said that they never came back for her after that day though"

"That..." I hesitate but don't want to lie to him "It's true"

"Shit"

"Yeah"

"Have you ever really talked about it?"

"No"

"Do you want to?"

"No. I don't want to think" I admit shaking my dizzy head as I sucked on the sugar cube

Finnick pulls a string from his pocket and drops it into my hands, showing me some complicated loops.

"I could teach you some knots? We'd have to take these off though"

He taps at my nail guards and I swallow the rest of the sugar in my mouth before pulling them securely to my chest with a shake of the head.

"I don't want to hurt you" I breathe

"You won't" He chuckles while deftly unlocking them

"How do you-?"

"Who do you think helps Beetee design your mouthguards and cuffs while Cinna's in recovery?"

My eyes widen and I grin at him. I should've known. The few memories I have, Finnick'd always treated me like a little sister in. He made me remember that we all grew up too soon. I had real fun with Finnick. I remember being on the sand, scaring Peeta awake, dancing around a bonfire and learning songs of the sea. I squeeze my eyes shut in pain as jolts of electricity rattle my spine. I clench my teeth and focus on one spot in front of me, unfortunately everyone seems to be focused on Finnick and me, also curious about my Torture Tales. Or maybe the fact that I'm gripping his hand tightly in my sharp nailed one. It doesn't seem like I'm hurting him though, and I need a firm grip on reality right now.

"The Quarter Quell. We...you and I...we" I choke trying to fight through the immeasurable pain it brings me to speak about the Quell, let alone think about it.

This overpowering fear made me convulse as if I was being shocked with cattle prods again. They stayed with me until he released my hand, his arm wrapping around my shoulders to keep me together. Finnick gives me a reassuring squeeze and it helps lessen the shaking some more.

"That's it. What did we do?" he coaxes gently

I don't like how Peeta's eyes bore into my face, his body screaming he wants me to answer too. Why? If I actually had done something with Finnick, why should he care? He loved Katniss. Right?

The sand is burning, I can see hands reaching out the water towards me, blood dripping from the eyes at the center of their palms. Even the moonlight hurts my eyes.

"It's scary here Finn" I sigh tiredly

"I'm not leaving ya. Just like I didn't than"

I take another shaky breath before pushing on, absorbing his strength at my side to keep going.

"We had...fun. I felt like a kid again with you. We played a joke on Peeta. It...it made me feel so good to see him laugh. Really laugh. Why?" I hiss angrily feeling the venom bubble in my mouth unbidden from aggression I didn't understand.

Ugh not now.

I'm not a monster! I spit the purple venom onto the ground at my feet and bite down on my arm hard. Well, that's new. This is the first time it's been purple. Just what else did they do to my canine ducts? My back goes rigid, pain licking every cell of my body, head thrown back as I choke on a scream of terror. I faintly hear commands being shouted before my vision goes black.

I start myself awake for a few seconds again sometime later. I can tell I've screamed something but then I feel a prick in my neck and I'm pulled under again.

This time when I awake, I'm sitting propped up but snug and strangely comfortable. A big arm is wrapped around my shoulders to keep me warm while nestled into their side. There's blonde hair in the corner of my eye, my heart leaps as I whisper his name out of an impulse that felt unnaturally...habitual.

"I'm here" Peeta's voice whispers across the dim lamplight and I'm startled by the emotions that erupt at the hauntingly familiar phrase.

I look around to gauge the time. The stars are out. I've been out for a while. Only he and Johnson are awake.

Ah, watching the rabid highjacked psycho.

If it's not Peeta beside me, then who? Quirking my head just a bit I see that Finnick is who's holding me together tonight, sleeping peacefully with his other arm across his stomach, trident strapped to his back. No one else would dare get so close to me. Let alone to just leave their guard down like that and sleep so deeply within range of me or my teeth.

"Nothing I-" I stop not sure what I want to say

"Hungry?" Peeta offers

My mouth waters and my stomach answers. He sends me a wry smile before grabbing a bowl sitting beside him and sliding closer to offer it to me. He's too close. I can smell him at this distance. He was only 6 feet away from me and his fingers graze my palm as he makes sure the bowl is securely in my shackled hands before letting it go.

It warms me more than the bowl does. I don't know how to feel about that. Inside the bowl is a couple slices of ham and a few buttery potato squares. I still couldn't stand vegetables and being so close to the Training Quarters, I could feel the tears building again.

Why the fuck was everything making me so emotional? I needed Peeta away from me. This was his fault. I just know it is.

"You ok?"

His benevolence towards me is disarming and it unnerves me. It made everything that much more confusing.

"Why are you being so fucking nice to me?" I grumble wanting to understand him because maybe, it just might help me understand a bit about myself. I was willing to die for him. Why? "I tried to rip your fuckin throat out! Why?"

Peeta lets out a sigh and just eyes me sadly before rubbing his thighs. I recognize this nervous habit and it sparks something else within me. I answer before he can.

"We protect each other"

"Always" he nods with a small side smirk

I don't like the hope I see bloom on his face or how my heart leaps at the word. It frightens me.

"I don't even know what to believe anymore. Friend? Mutt? Ally? Love. Hate! Real. Not real. How am I supposed to discern the bullshit from the facts!" I roar angrily, wanting to lash out at something.

"Ask" Finnick grumbles as he shifts to sit up

"Who?" I hiss grateful he's awake in case I need knocking out again

"Us" Johnson pipes up

"For what? All of you want me dead anyway. What are you to me! My next set of torturers just waiting to lead me to your next game, like your friend who loved kicking me around in that van? If you want me dead so badly, I wish someone would just get on with it! I'm so tired of everyone's mind games"

"Your allies. We're your squad now" Gale pipes in

Great. They'd all been awake. Must be hard to sleep with a wild fox in your den.

"So?" I grumble

"That makes us family. You saved a lot of lives when you warned us about the attack. We don't just forget that kind of thing in 13" Boggs explains sitting in the seat Peeta had vacated to hold my eyes seriously.

His face reflected true disgust when I screamed about Keil kicking me around. I had a feeling Boggs wasn't going to let that one just go either. I'm watching them warily when my stomach grumbles again. Finnick leans forward to release my nails so I can eat the way I like to, but I shake my head at him.

"I don't want to hurt anyone like I tried to earlier"

"That's not what you did" Finnick chuckles ignoring me and releasing my nails

I greedily take a slice of ham and slurp it up, ignoring the fact I'm aware it looks as if I have no table manners.

"What do you mean?"

"You tend to lash out at yourself. Rarely at others unless its verbal"

I mull this over as I take a swallow of my water. My eyes land on Peeta again to see that he's still looking at me with that gentle stare of his, almost like he's enjoying watching me eat. He's calm. Tranquil.

It clicks.

I hold my restraints up so he can see the orange in the center where my sedative comes out.

"Orange. Orange is your favorite color. Soft...like a sunset. Real or not real?"

"Real. Yours is cobalt, like the collar and cuffs you're wearing"

I glance down at them and feel another appreciation for my friends. As few as I have. Leaning to my left I kiss Finnick on the cheek, now understanding the depths of his hand in this as well. Peeta stiffens but doesn't comment. Maybe this was a hint from Beetee without being pushy?

"Don't put ya greasy bacon lips on me" Finnick whines pulling a laugh from me

I lock eyes with Peeta again. I said it to Joanna but I needed to know which Peeta was real.

"Hot chocolate. You drank it before bed on the train. Real or not real?"

"Real"

I slam my eyes shut as the train memories start to tussle with each other. I don't want to ask this with so many ears on me but I know they won't stop hurting until I do. I look at Peeta imploringly.

"If we take some guards, would you feel comfortable walking with me? Just...for a little bit" I swallow

He tilts his head silently inquiring and I feel the need to explain.

"I have...questions but I'm not sure if..." I sigh scratching at my shoulder acutely aware of the audience.

Whether it happened or not I doubt he'd want everyone to know the lewd details that I'd viciously tried to air out before. I didn't want to do that again. He looks to Boggs for permission who nods his assent. Even though he was the one that'd knocked me unconscious when I'd first seen Peeta and attempted to rip out his trachea with my teeth, I liked him.

"Take 2 with you"

Peeta moves to stand but I flinch back against Finnick when he leans my way, my nails digging into the sleeping bag. I can't help the fear I feel here in the dark, surrounded, with his hands ready to lock around my throat if he wanted. I can't help the way my eyes rapidly scan every pair of eyes on me to map out their locations. Would anyone even try to stop him?

I peek up at Finnick to see he's watching me with a wistful cerulean gaze. On the one hand, I'd like to think Finnick meant what he said. On the other, I don't want him in any unnecessary danger as a newlywed. It's bad enough he has to be out here in the first place. No. If they do turn on me, I want Finnick to stay the fuck out of it.

"Finn" I whisper "Can you put my mouthguard on for me?"

"Do you really need it?"

"I don't want it but... I think so. My questions are...triggering. When they tortured me about the train and the Quell, they.... they spent a week straight breaking every bone in my hands. It was one of the ways to make me terrified to think about them. They'd reset them a few hours after they were finished and do it again, playing the footage or what they altered in it. It felt like it was never ending. Part of my punishment for making them feel stupid. Again. We'd tricked them into believing Cinna knew nothing about the rebellion. Joanna and I were pretty convincing. We both do condescending pretty fuckin well. She caught some waterboarding for her troubles too. We took comfort in each other's screams. It meant we were still together. We still had each other. It was the silence that was terrifying. Wondering what they had planned next you know? I don't care that I still have issues with my hands now. They left him alone after that. He can still make pretty things"

I'm smiling like a lunatic and I'm rambling because I've never spoken these dark memories aloud. They're coming out quicker than I can stop them. I'm actually really proud of this. This was a true triumph for me from my time there. To have my hands ravaged so Cinna's would never have to be. Definite win in my book.

"His hands are like yours Peeta. Powerful but so delicate. Treasures. You appreciate and marvel at the gems they create. You don't hurt that. I don't want to hurt him" I admit to them with every breath as unsteady as my body was.

I don't want to see the pity that I can feel on everyone's faces as they all shift a little closer to me. I don't want it. Finnick pats the top of my head before he dips his in my tent to grab the guard. I lay back on the sleeping bag, hands palm side down, waiting for the hands on my shoulders. I'm baffled when they don't come.

"Whatcha dooooin?" Finnick sings poking my nose as he leans over me

I shake my head and sit up surveying them just as perplexed at their actions, or lack thereof, as they were at mine.

"They...everyone always straps me down when they put em on. There's.... a bar for between my teeth so I can't hurt them...I'm just used to-"

"Being treated like less of a person?" Katniss snaps

"Not like I've ever had a choice princess!" I snap back feeling stupid

"Well, you do now! Just tilt your head back!" she huffs irritably

"We don't want to put these, things, on you. Believe that. We only are because you asked" Leegs shakes her head as she explains

I nod than tip my head back obediently and pop my mouth open, extending my tongue to give him full access. Finnick easily slips it around my top row and clicks it securely in place. I widen my jaw a little until they fit comfortably on the inside of my cheeks, giving Finnick a thumbs up once they are. Peeta leans forward with his hands on his knees now, eyeing me with anticipation.

"Ready?"

"Ready" I lisp around the guard

My eyes narrow when I realize he's covered his mouth with his hand and is trying to stop from laughing at my newly acquired lisp. I always get it with the mouth guard. It's just much more comfortable in Beetee's than the too small ones Snow had me in. Finnick gingerly pulls me to my feet and rehooks my nail guards into place. Gale comes with us without a word. Good. This could just be seen as guy talk.

I wait until we've gotten a little way away from the camp before I start to talk. Gale and Finnick keep an 8-foot distance behind us as Peeta walks beside me. He doesn't seem concerned about me attacking him as his hand brushes mine every so often, quite warm against my cool skin. I'm beginning to think he's doing this on purpose when I realize he had in fact moved closer the more we walked.

"I... I wanted to know"

"About the train" he finishes thankfully cutting to the chase

"I slept with you?" I nod trying not to feel like an idiot "A lot"

"If you mean literally sleep, then yes. After the first games...you never really could without me"

"I wonder if I ever could" I mumble feeling bitter about my insomnia

"I hear you don't so well these days"

"I wouldn't know. It's hard to keep track. They drug me a lot to undilute my memories. It's hard to tell when I'm awake and when I'm not. So... I never had sex with you?"

"No" he coughs "Do you remember differently?"

"Yes...I mean. I think so"

"Tell me about it"

I glance behind us and see that while watchful, Finnick and Gale are otherwise interested in their own conversation. Finnick shoots me an encouraging smile before shooing me to look forward with a wave of his trident. I look back at Peeta and move over to the trees, leaning against one, arms crossed over my chest to tuck my trembling hands away.

"It's too shiny when I try to see your eyes...but" I swallow shakily running my hand through my hair again

"But?"

"It starts off fine but then when you're kissing me..."

I choke again and have to clench my teeth to fight the headache I feel trying to form.

"It doesn't feel like the 'you' I think I remember. This one is... Rough. Mean. Smacks me when I ask you to be gentle" I sigh

"Not real" he asserts with an appalled shake of the head.

"It's fuzzy when you're nice. I like that one better. You don't compare me to her in that one"

He doesn't have to ask to know who I'm talking about and I'm happy that he doesn't.

"Tell me about it"

"You...you're sweet. Gentle. Make me feel safe. I don't ever feel that way anymore" I shake my head trying to get this to make sense "You call me sweet names in this one. Always ask before touching me. You...like my scar. Mean Peeta hurts me with it. You make me feel good when you touch it"

Now I'm blushing and my hands are shaking.

I shouldn't like this. I'm not supposed to.

"Real"

My eyes meet his and I realize he's come much closer. I'm shaking but I don't know why. Fear? Longing? Trepidation. Uncertainty. What exactly do I feel for this boy that I'd been so convinced was trying everything he could to kill me? Especially when he looked at me the way he did now, as if I held all his heart in my hands. I look over his shoulder for Gale and Finnick. They've moved closer too and I'm grateful.

"I... asked to touch you. You told me I could" I breathe not realizing my pupils have contracted to slits reflecting the heat I felt sweep through me.

"Real" he husks

Why does he keep moving closer? They've broken me to kill him. He should hate me as much as they'd programmed me to despise him. But I don't shove him back either. I watch him warily as he steps into my bubble.

Maybe we both have a death wish?

***

Peeta had no intentions on pushing you tonight. He just wanted to see why you remembered the train the way you did. It was seeing the way you spoke about that night on the train that spurred him into movement. It was practically impossible for you to hide your emotions after Snow had your eyes altered. Not to mention Peeta had already practically been an expert in reading your body language having learned during your first games together.

You were scared but not for the reasons you claimed.

That was the only time you'd touched one another that intimately. Even then, you'd focused on his pleasure, even as you came and soaked his fingers. You wanted to watch him, your mouth greedily sucking at his bottom lip.

For some reason you hadn't told him, you were hesitant to let him all the way in, but Peeta was patient. To see you come unraveled first at his touch had made him explode in your warm hands too.

Your lips part and your eyes dart over his shoulder again, but he doesn't want your eyes on Gale and most especially not Finnick. Not when he can see the desire sparkling in them. Not when he had to watch you snuggle against Finnick while it was his name you whispered in your sleep. Or when it was Finnick who wiped the tears from your cheeks while you whimpered from nightmares and not him. Or when you'd happily kissed Finnick.

No. Peeta needed you to look at him.

Stepping closer so that he hovered just above you, Peeta placed his hands by either side of your waist, flat on the tree trunk, so he was almost touching you. Peeta likes that your back bows naturally, reacting on memories it wasn't aware of, while your breath quickens craving for him to touch you.

"What else?"

"I did. You let me", you swallow and bite your lip

Peeta doesn't say it but he sees your eyes drop to his fly before quickly darting back up to his. He wants you to remember that night the right way. He would never hurt you, especially not when you were trusting him at your most vulnerable. For them to warp your memories to believe he had...he wanted them obliterated. Peeta would rewrite every stolen kiss and touch they'd robbed of you.

"Real" Peeta hummed dipping his neck so his lips hovered just above yours

"I asked you to touch me too. Together we...You kissed me as I came" you begin to whisper wincing as if you'd been pricked by something

"Very real"

Peeta knew these were dangerous waters he was treading but he'd been holding back for so long. He raised his hands slowly, making sure that you could see every move he made. It was clear that the things about him you loved the most were what they focused on scaring you away from. It was abundantly clear from day one that his hands were on that list. You always watched them as if they would enclose around your throat. Even now you did yet you still wouldn't move away seemingly searching for answers of your own. Peeta's hands cup your cheeks and he can't help the way his heart sings when you nuzzle into them the way you used to.

"You've been rough with me. A few times. Mean Peeta is so rough with me"

"Not real. I would never. Not unless you asked me to" Peeta shakes his head tilting yours up so he can look into your icy gray eyes

"I can't separate them. I'm trying but I can't" you gasp shakily with tears in your eyes

"Let me show you, please love?" Peeta pleads lowly as his wet lips hover just above yours

"I don't want to hurt you" you whisper as a tear of honest fear rolls over your cheek, terrified of doing so even with the mouth guard and cuffs

Peeta wipes it away gently with another shake of the head.

"You won't" he smiles before his lips cover yours

Your cuffed fingers clutch the front of his shirt as you arch your neck, pushing your body closer to his. It had been too long since he'd felt your lips. Peeta slips his tongue between your plump lips, reveling in the soft moan that shakes your frame as he explores your mouth, sucking on your lips and tongue. He knows how weak it makes you when he suckles your hypersensitive tongue. His left-hand stays cupped on your cheek as his right rests on your hip, thumb caressing the tip of the scar across your belly in small pressured circles. Other than Cinna only he was ever allowed to touch it. When you pull back with an excited gasp, Peeta sees the flash of recognition in your eyes.

Yes.

Peeta doesn't wait before he captures your lips again, pulling your hip against his and sliding the fingers of his right up to thread through your hair. Your body curls into his just the way you used to, molding with him like the perfect piece to his puzzle that you are. Peeta nibbles your bottom lip before pulling your tongue between his lips again, loving how you whimper so softly in his mouth. When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours.

"Which feels real?" He exhales against your lips

"Gentle Peeta" you sigh "I-I wanted to but...I can't..."

Your pupils dilate widely and before Peeta can register what's happening, you shove him so hard away from you that he stumbles backwards into another tree.

"You're a liar" you hiss

Peeta sees it's not at him. Your eyes are fixed on a point somewhere deep in the woods and they're petrified.

"It's not him. I'm the mutt. I'm the monster. It's me!" You start to screech while pulling at your hair

Peeta starts forward but you snap your jaws in his direction in alarm, your eyes not really seeing anything around you, as you attempt to keep him away from you. Gale snatches Peeta backwards, keeping him at a safe distance.

"It might do more harm than good if it's you" he whispers in Peeta's ear to stop his struggling

"No, you lied! It's not him! It's me! I won't! I won't hurt him for you!" You wail as tears of resignation fall down your face. You move so rapidly as you suddenly pull the strap of your restraints against your throat, lock the strap around your throat then pull backwards in a clear attempt to strangle yourself against the tree behind you. You glare defiantly before choking out your final words "I'm done being in your games"

Finnick is on you in seconds. He's tackled you to the ground as you continue to scream at someone who isn't here. Peeta's eyes are wide with concern and he's trying not to shake in his distress. Within moments you're knocked unconscious by Finnick, who's activated the sedative in your collar. After bundling your slumped form up in his arms, his trident now across his back, he tucks your face away into his neck.

"Hmm" he chuckles under his breath walking over to Peeta and Gale "That went well"

"Who do you think she was talking to?"

"Snow" Peeta's answer is immediate and clipped "And that was a fucking disaster. I just made it worse"

"I don't know Peeta. I think that was a clearer answer than I ever got out of a girl", Gale shrugs as they make their way back to the camp "And I've had girls flat out tell me they liked me"

"What do you mean?"

Gale sighs with exaggeration but Peeta can tell he's not genuinely annoyed at him. Finnick has mercy and explains better, having the most experience in these matters.

"We learned about one thing that happened during her capture today. Can you imagine going through just that? Despite everything they made her forget, altered or put her through, that fear is there. The bloodlust just, isn't. You can't force the mind to just do what you want it to, no matter how much trackerjacker venom you've got. She literally tried to kill herself when the programming attempted to take over. She could have easily choked you instead. Bit your tongue out of your mouth. Anything. But she turned her own restraints back onto herself to protect you. If that doesn't scream that someone loves you more than their own life, I don't know what does", Finnick explained transferring you out of his hood so your face was no longer hidden in his neck. He shifted your weight for Peeta to see your tear-stained cheeks and bruised throat "Every day for weeks. Brainwashed. Tortured, with one thought left in her mind. To kill you. And she just can't bring herself to do it. That kind of love is a lot of things, but it isn't weak"

The group made it back to the camp after this, the squads eyes falling on your slumped form in Finnick's arms.

"What happened?" Boggs sighs

He came over and inspected Peeta's face and neck, his hand on his chin, tilting his face this way and that. He released him when he saw there were no marks.

"Peeta kissed her" Finnick snickers

"So... she fainted?" Leegs chuckles

"No" Peeta snaps wanting nothing more than to take you from Finnick's arms and tuck you out of sight.

"She kissed him back and everything was fine. We blink for five seconds and she's trying to kill herself" Gale sighs running a hand through his black wavy hair

"Damn Peeta, I didn't know you were that bad" Messalla teases

"She was fine! Then I don't know...something snapped. She started to hear Snow. She was yelling at him"

Peeta shoots Finnick an annoyed look before Finnick realizes he's still got you in his arms. It's making it hard for him to focus. With a teasing smile, Finnick slips to his knees and slides you inside the tent before reemerging and joining everyone by the fire.

"What did she say?" Johnson asks seriously

"She was a mutt. She was done playing in his games. Then she turned her restraints on herself" Peeta sighs rubbing his eyes tiredly

"That all?"

"No. He's being painfully obtuse with you on purpose" Gale rolls his eyes "They kissed. They talked about what happened on the train some more and she lost it after. Like some mirror piece had fallen into place and she couldn't stand her reflection or something. She was ready to die so she'd never hurt him. It was in her eyes"

"Keep a closer watch on her. She'll try it again" Cressida sighs

"To kiss Peeta?" Messalla snickered

Peeta really hoped so.

"To kill herself. If that's the decision she's made, it's likely that she'll try again to keep Peeta safe. If she's warring with the fact that she has feelings for him and that she's supposed to kill him out of an unshakable fear, then she will try it again. She's chosen death over being the cause of Peeta's" Finnick explains with a sad shake of the head

"None of us will let that happen" Boggs nods and everyone in the group nods their assertion

***

"Did you?" Haymitch asks lowly, his eyes as hard and sad as mine

I don't answer because I don't want to upset him.

"Yes" Peeta's voice is low and dark as he answers for me

"When?"

"When we were coming from underground. There was a tunnel full of mutts. They almost had Finnick and Katniss. She was almost out but she hurled herself back and went wild on them when one of them bit Finnick and pulled him back down. Managed to practically toss Finnick and Katniss up the ladder, even with her hands bound. She was climbing back up, almost out herself and then...I don't know"

His arms tighten and I can feel the shudder that goes through him. I know that day had terrified him. To see me just let go, to think he'd have to live without me. I'd never make it up to him but I was hellbent on trying.

"I was ready to die. I had saved everyone I needed to. What worth was my life anymore?" I sigh guiltily

"Tell me about it" Haymitch leans forward, handing Peeta some of the clear liquor that I gratefully take from his warm hands as he slides it into mine.

"We'd lost Boggs and few others but we were so close"

#i ship it #romance #peeta x reader #peeta mellark smut #peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark #the hunger games peeta #peeta #peeta fanfiction #thg peeta #peeta smut #peeta hg fanfiction #smut fanfiction #hunger games fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #survivors remorse #part six

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doasyoudesireandlive · 1 year

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What have you done to make them look at you like that?

asdfghjkl, look at them! Just wanna *squish* 😍 tried to keep this one short but who am I even kidding anymore....

thank you for this gem, Jen ❤

Their girl

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers

warnings: John Walker being a piece of shit, reader is a badass, drunken behaviour, kissing, mild violence (stamping, hitting, reader is NOT the one getting hurt), insults and foul language, implied smut, Steve and Bucky are cuties.

Word count: 770ish

This night was gonna be the best in a long time. Nothing could ruin it. Or so you thought.

"how are you doin?" the words are slurred right into your ear. You scrunch your face up in disgust, the smell of stale beer and some kind of liquor fill your senses. Turning around you see John Walker. He was really not your type, and the fact that he was drunk as a skunk did not make things any better.

"I'm ok. How about you?" You step away but try to sound polite, even though you rather just turn on your heel and walk away.

John leans in and tries to put his arm around your shoulders. You swiftly turn to avoid him, but he somehow gets a hold of you and pulls you close. You repress a gag as you smell the sour smell of alcohol and sweat masked with a lot of perfume. As you struggle to get out of his grasp he simply chuckles.

"Oh, you can't go now. I'm gonna have so much fun making you mine."

Anger flares inside you and you lift your foot and stamp hard down on his toe. He howls in pain and anger, and you swiftly slip out of his grasp. Walking fast through the house, trying to spot some familiar faces in the crowd.

Finally!

Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes are standing in the corner, chatting and drinking beer. You walk up to them.

"Hi fellas! How's life?" You smile, but the smile doesn't really reach your eyes. Bucky furrows his brow.

"You ok, Cookie? You seem..stressed?" He reaches out and touches your hand, but this time the motion don't make you wanna pull away. He radiates safety and warmth - and real concern.

"Yeah, Peach…Buck got a point" Steve's baby blue eyes are filled with care and a smidge of protectiveness.

Just as you open your mouth to answer you hear a slurring voice yell out.

"Y/N!! You little bitch! where are you? You were totally asking for it, come here!"

John stumbles through the crowd of people as hes looking for you.

"please, help me" you look at Steve and Bucky with pleading eyes. They look at each other and nod. Then Bucky pulls you close, caging you in between him and Steve.

"Dont worry, Cookie. Just play along, we got you" his hand come up to stroke your cheek. The intimacy makes your heart swell.

"There you are, you little slut" John is coming straight for you now, looking really angry. Bucky holds you a bit tighter as Steve turns around to shield your body with his own.

"Hey dipshit, what do you think you are doing with my girl? hmm? You looking for a beating?" John is standing there with balled up fists and flaring nostrils.

Steve leans in and gives you a peck on the cheek. Then he whispers "Just follow our lead, Peach" Then he turns around.

"John. We haven't seen your girl. Who is she?" Steve's fake innocence makes a giggle escape your mouth.

"What are you talking about, you moron? She's right there!" John lifts his arm and is pointing at you, like you were a piece of candy in a candy shop.

Confidence is flowing through your veins. "Your girl? Nah nah nah, I'm their girl" You reach up and cup Bucky's face, pulling him into a filthy kiss. Then you did the same thing with Steve. John just stands there with his mouth open, like a fish washed up at shore. You simply smile, giving him a "well duh"-look.

"You fucking tease! But whatever, you are too ugly and fat for me anyways." John growls through his teeth. You could feel Steve and Bucky tensing up but you hold your hands up, making them stand still.

You take a step forward and glare at John.

"You are the ugly one."

John doesn't understand what happens next. Your fist makes contact with his nose, the sound of bone breaking and his howl of pain fills the air. He scurries away holding his nose.

You turn around. Bucky and Steve look at you smiling, with admiration and pride. You grin and walk up to them.

They take one of your hands each.

"So… You are our girl?" Bucky and Steve grins.

You smirk.

"If you'll have me"

"Oh, you don't have to ask us twice, Cookie" Bucky chuckles.

"You wanna get out of here?" Steve looks at you with a gleam in his eye.

You nod and grab their hands.

"Make me yours then"

This night was the best one in a long time.

tags: @animnerd @late-to-the-party-81

#Jen ❤#love asks like this #my best mutuals #tonje writes #steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes

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The Lethality of the persona bites

Is this really sensical? No. This is just for me. Moreso than most of my other Ryomina works. Most context I can give, is...I like giving people fangs, and I had fun trying to break down which of the four in my rpverse is the worse.

I mean, it's Ryoji obviously. But, for funsies! Shits and gigs!

GORO AKECHI

Risk of being bitten: Low

Survivability: Medium

Damage: Medium

Akechi has shark-like teeth of uniform length thanks to Loki. And, fittingly for someone as methodical as Akechi, they often come out only when he chooses for them to come out. Though, they also may come out when his negative emotions are high, but with some focus, he can keep that from happening. Which, gives Akechi one of the highest amounts of control over his fangs.

On the topic of his level of control and thought, hee isn’t likely to bite you unless he’s given no other real option. Akechi’s simply more methodical and premeditated with his violence. After all, teeth leave bitemarks that can be traced, and require close quarters that risk the leaving of dna and being hurt. He’s more likely to just wait for an opening and shoot you, or give you a mental shut down. So, his teeth aren’t consistently dangerous, since he isn’t likely to use them.

However, in the case that he doesuse them, his bite is very damaging. Easily capable of biting chunks out of people and leaving someone with a gaping hole and a higher risk of bleeding out on the way to the hospital. Thankfully, though, Akechi doesn’t have any form of venom or powered-up bite force, so nothing is there to complicate being bitten. It’s a pretty simple bite compared to the others.

The main thing that will end you in an encounter where Akechi bites you, is Akechi himself. You can get to a hospital and stop the bleeding of the bite itself, but Akechi may choose to finish you off after the fact. Which is a lot harder of a threat to deal with.

AKIRA KURUSU

Risk of being bitten: Medium

Survivability: Medium

Damage: High

Akira’s fangs are more non-uniform than Akechi’s, though just as sharp. They vary a bit in length thanks to resembling the jagged mouth of Arsene. And, unlike Akechi’s fangs, Akira can’t entirely control when his fangs come out or not. They’re much like the claws of a cat, appearing with pressure to the right spot in his mouth. Aka, the top of his mouth or to his human teeth.

Which, means that when Akira bites, his fangs are brought out. Which, wouldn’t be too much of an issue, if not for Akira having violent impulses that crop up when his temper wears thin. Which, he has a fairly good control of. But, it also means his temper is like a game of russian roulette, 5 out of 6 times, nothing too bad will happen, but that sixth time is often horrible in exchange.

On the bright side, that unpredictable nature is the only real complication to factor into a confrontation, as Akira, like Akechi doesn’t have any venom and his bite force is that of a human’s. But, in exchange, his damage is a lot higher than Akechi’s, as his uneven bite pattern lends itself less to cleanly cutting, and far more to tearing. So, the damage he can do in a single bite is worse than Akechi’s bite due to shredding through muscle and skin rather than taking out a clean chunk and causing trauma at a less predictable depth. Though, thanks to the uneven length of his fangs, blood loss is a slightly lessened threat than it is in Akechi’s situation, as not every tooth is likely to go deep enough to hit an artery, or at least won’t puncture an artery as many times. So, the primary risk of Akira’s bite is the damage done to your skin in a struggle and potential for infection.

EIKICHI MISHINA

Risk of being bitten: Low

Survivability: High

Damage: Low

Unlike the two discussed before him, Eikichi’s fangs don’t come from his shadow, but a rumor spread around his school that he was a vampire. So, he only has two fangs instead of a mouth full. So, already, despite his two fangs being more like needles, you’ve got a better chance of surviving. Helped in part by the low risk Eikichi actually poses to you.

Granted, when Eikichi doesbite, it’s fairly dangerous. After all, he does have two needles for fangs, and will instinctively go for an artery to feed as much as possible, which instantly raises the likelihood of bloodloss. Added to by the fact that, unlike the previous specimens, Eikichi’s jaw is capable of locking into place on his prey. So, escaping his bite is a challenge unless you can apply enough pressure to both sides of his jaw to force them open.

However, the danger of a bite is mitigated by simply how low the chances of it happening is. Since, as a passive vegetarian, Eikichi has no real interest in causing harm or feeding on other people. He’s, instead, a bit of a passifist. So, you would have to almost actively ignore his warnings and get very close to him to be bitten in the first place.

Though, again, unlike the previously discussed pair, Eikichi’s bite doescome with a complication in the form of him having venom. A venom that is meant to disarm the person he bites and puts them into a sort of drug-addled trance that makes them less likely to fight him. But, that’s not the only complication he comes with, as his jaw actually isa bit stronger than a human’s, and is capable of locking so that it’s harder for his prey to pull free. So, all around, Eikichi isn’t the most dangerous or deadly, but he’s noteworthy.

RYOJI MOCHIZUKI

Risk of being bitten: Depends

survivability: You’re fucked

Damage: You’re fucked

Ryoji Mochizuki is. A special case on the topic of his fangs and his bite. For one, his fangs aren’t very commonly seen. They’re kept to his shadow form, and he’s not likely to bare them at someone since he’s surprisingly pretty nonviolently. But, he’s also insanely capable of violence and harm. He’s literally a creature born from the worst parts of humanity, a child of Nyx who’s sole purpose is to apprise the fall and end humanity as a whole. He’s built to kill. Yet, despite that, the only real way to be bitten is to force his hand.

Of course, in the early years, when he was little beyond an apex predator bent on harvesting souls to feed his trapped mother, that low chance of being bitten would’ve been insanely high. As, if you were in his cross-hairs, you weren’t surviving.

Which, is why his survivability is so low. Because, where his bite lacks in consistent risk level, it makes up for with its kill rate. Mostly thanks to his skill in hunting humanity, but the fact that Ryoji’s venom gives you Apathy syndrom, you have no real way to survive being bitten by him. Because, if his jaw strength and razor-blades-for-teeth don’t kill you, the induced apathy syndrome will drive you to take your life similarly to how a komodo dragon’s spit is so diseased that it’ll kill you afterwards.

So, it shouldn’t be a surprise that the god of death has the lowest chance of survival despite arguably having the lowest risk of being bitten.

#Persona #persona 3 #Persona 5 #Persona 2 #Ryoji Mochizuki #Eikichi Mishina #Just fun #faux essay #self indulgent #Akira Kurusu #Ren Amamiya #Goro Akechi #fangs #monsters

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your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag · 9 months

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hi! If you're still interested in doing the touch starved prompts for funkobra, how about "is this okay" "it's more than okay"

nonny, i am TOTALLY still interested in the touch starved prompts for funkobra, thank you for this!!

also this one. got Long. so i posted it on ao3, i'll put a version here under the read more though <3

scar. crossed. lovers.

“Fucking move!”

“Party, get all that shit off the table, we can’t put him on the fuckin’ floor! Jet-”

“Medkit,” she agreed, already running towards the kitchen.

Fun Ghoul gently laid Kobra out onto the table, moving to grab his hand. The crash queen’s knuckles immediately turned white with how hard he was squeezing, nails leaving deep crescents on Ghoul’s skin.

“It’ll be okay Kobes, Jet’ll fix you up fine.” He takes his other hand and starts carding through Kobra’s hair, brushing sand and dried blood out. “I promise, it’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.”

With a loud clunk, Jet was back, throwing the medkit down onto the table near Kobra’s leg. She worked quickly, pulling out gauze and bandages and scissors and- fuck, why did she need a needle.

Kobra hated needles.

Ghoul tried to distract him from it, continuing to whisper reassurances while Jet attempted to pull up Kobra’s shirt. Sticky blood had almost fused it to the wound, and when she pulled, a bloodcurdling scream echoed through the diner.

Ghoul had never really understood why it was called ‘bloodcurdling,’ but Witch, if he had to hear another noise like that out of Kobra, he thinks he’d start sobbing on the spot. Kobra shouldn’t have to be in pain. Ever.

The Kid was now twisting away from Jet’s arm, curling in on himself with another choked gasp.

“Kobra! Kobra, you gotta stay still. You gotta lie still, else Jet can’t fix it.”

“Hurts- hu-hurts so… much. Ghoul it. It h-hurts.”

Ghoul moved his free hand to Kobra’s cheek, holding his gaze as Jet made another pull at the bloody tank. “I know. I know it hurts, love, but you just gotta hang on.”

Jet finally got the shirt, tearing another sickening moan out of Kobra. Tear tracks stained his face, and his jaw was clenched so tight Ghoul was scared he’d never open it again. “Ghoul, talk- shit- talk to me. P-please. About- WITCH- about anything.”

Jet was cleaning the wound, the burning smell of rubbing alcohol filling the diner.

“Uh, okay, um, I- I got the part I needed for your bike today. New converter. She’s gonna- she’s gonna run so fast after this Kobes. And-”

“MmmmmMMMMMMM!!!!! FUCK, GHOUL!” Kobra sank his teeth down into his lip, hard. Blood drew instantly, pricking at the holes made by his canines. They were so fucking sharp.

“I know, I know, I know, you’re okay, you’re fine, it’s okay. Oh- Shit- Wait, Kobes don’t do that, here, bite down on this.” Ghoul pulls a wooden spatula from out of the cupboard behind him, wincing as Kobra takes it into his mouth, bite marks already scraping into it. “Girlie started learning to shoot the other day! Me ‘n Pois were teachin’ her, she’s a natural,” Ghoul yells, squeezing Kobra’s hand tighter. “Already better than you.”

This elicits a laugh from Kobra, but it doesn’t last long. Jet weaves the needle into the skin of Kobra’s open wound, wincing at the muffled scream she caused. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Mm don’t like needles! Ghoul, Ghoul I do-don’t like… don’t- needles. Mmm- don’t like them!” Kobra whines, voice rising with his panic. It was still muted by the spatula.

“Breathe, baby. Breathe with me.” The Kid was shaking now, free hand gripping the edge of the table so he didn’t move. Much. “In. And out. C’mon Kobes, you can do it.”

“In.. in and ou’… In and ou’.”

“That’s it, you’re fine. Star’s almos’ done, it’s nearly over.”

Jet finally pulls the last stitch through, sealing up the wound with a neat snip, and leaving the diner quiet but for the sounds of Kobra’s wobbly breaths.

“You do the bandages, Ghoul. It’s better you than me.”

Ghoul nods, pulling the medkit closer to him on the benchtop and watching as Jet retreats to her and Party’s room. They both knew that she was best at doctor-y stuff, and it wasn’t anything against Jet, but… it was Kobra. And it was Ghoul. Kobra’d feel safer with him. He didn’t do well with letting people see him vulnerable.

Moving back to the table, Ghoul helps Kobra sit up, watching softly as he dangles his legs off the edge and a tuft of hair swoops over his eye. The way he moves is so… uniquely him.

Shaking out of it, Ghoul steps into the gap between Kobra’s knees, bandages in hand. The latter smiles, tiredly, but he still smiles. Kobra’s smile was funny, you’d miss it if you didn’t know what to look for. His mouth scrunches up at the left corner, eyebrows raise a touch. That was all. It took a lot to get him to smile with teeth, Ghoul had only ever seen it twice. The time that Party had fallen into a red ant nest [it was hilarious, okay? They’d screamed loud enough for all of Zone 6 to hear.] and when The Girl had said her first word. It had been Kobra. That was also the first time Ghoul had seen Kobra cry.

“I need your shirt off for this, ‘kay?”

Kobra nods, leaning back a little to pull the yellow- well, red now, he guesses- tank over his head.

“Binder too.”

Kobra’s eyes widen slightly, but he complies without a word, dropping the piece of silky fabric next to his shirt on the bench. Okay. Medical- medical stuff. Okay.

Ghoul leans into Kobra’s space, passing the gauze around his torso. His breath is warm on the cold skin of Kobra’s stomach, sending shivers up his spine. He carefully keeps his eyes averted, fixated on the wound. Jet really was a magician. An hour ago, he thought Kobra might’ve died. Now, it was nothing but a line of stitches. A pretty nasty line of stitches, hey, but not too bad.

After a while, the wound was nicely wrapped, leaving Ghoul staring up at Kobra, still settled between his legs, far too close for comfort.

“A-all done,” he croaks, moving to pull back, give The Kid some space.

Until hands land on either side of his shoulders, keeping him in place.

Kobra swallows hard, throat bobbing. “Can you… can you stay? I- I don’t think I can be alone tonight.”

A beat passes, Ghoul staying quiet. It was more out of shock than rejection, but Kobra didn’t seem to get that.

“Sorry, that was dumb. I’ll- I’ll be fine. I can just-“

Ghoul pushes up onto his tiptoes, lips brushing against Kobra’s forehead softly. The taste of ethanol danced across his lips, left over from where Jet cleaned the blood from his skin.

“I can stay with you. D’ya just wanna go to a booth, or your room?”

Pink dusted across Kobra’s cheeks, lighting up the litter of freckles there in such a pretty way. You usually couldn’t see them.

“Uh- b-booth, I don’t think I can. Make it… to my room,” Kobra murmured.

Ghoul nods, slipping an arm around Kobra’s waist and lifting him down off the table. Kobra sucks in a sharp breath at the sudden contact.

“Sh-shit, I’m sorry, I should’ve given you more warning. Was that- are you okay?”

Kobra winces, leaning against the bench. “It’s okay, you didn’t touch the wound or anything, your hand was just cold,” he smiled ruefully. That wasn’t the reason and Kobra knew it.

At Ghoul’s silence, clearly embarrassed, Kobra reaches over and gently grabs his hand, squeezing it before pulling Ghoul’s arm back to his waist.

Slowly, the two make their way over to a booth, Ghoul propping Kobra up by an arm around the waist and Kobra’s around his shoulder.

Sinking into the soft vinyl of the diner booths, Kobra slowly pivots so he’s lying down in Ghoul’s lap. He stares up at the boy, every muscle tense, in consciousness of their proximity. Kobra and Ghoul had always been touchy feely, all the ‘joys were, but never like this. Never soft and quiet and alone.

Ghoul breaks eye contact, breath shaky, and reaches over the side of the counter. He produces a fuzzy blanket, made of green and black fabric. After a second, warmth envelops Kobra, the blanket tucked around his shoulders.

“D’you wanna try an’ get to sleep?” he whispers, hand coming up to cradle Kobra’s head.

“Can you just… stay with me? I don’t think I’ll be getting much sleep tonight to be honest.”

Ghoul started carding through Kobra’s bleached-blonde hair again, leaning down to speak into his ear. “Sure. We can do that.”

At the puff of hot air against his ear, Kobra turns red. “Uh- I…”

Ghoul’s lips were still ghosting over the side of Kobra’s head, letting him feel the words that the former said before he heard them.

“I thought we lost you.”

Oh.

“I-I’m still here. I’m okay,” Kobra stammered, eyes widening. It was the feeling of someone lov- liking you enough to care if you were gone, to worry, to panic, that felt so strange to Kobra. He supposes Party had always cared, but this felt different. Ghoul had a choice, a way out. He didn’t have to. “I’m still here.”

“Yeah. You are.”

Ghoul sat back up, slipping a hand to Kobra’s stomach, sliding it over slowly and stopping just before he got to the wound dressing. “How does it feel now?”

God. Shit. Fuck. Kobra couldn’t breathe. His heart was beating out of his chest, and surely Ghoul could feel it, could see his cheeks flushing, could hear the notch in his breath. Kobra was lying in his lap for Witch’s sake. There’s no fucking way he could be subtle now. “I-It’s- okay- I think.” He tilts his head up backwards, looking up at Ghoul with wide eyes.

He smiles. “Kobes, is it really, or are you just saying that because you don’t want people worrying about you?”

Fuck. How did he always do that? Know what Kobra was thinking so easily, without him having to say anything.

How did Ghoul know Kobra better than he knew himself?

“… the second one.”

“Thought so.” Ghoul’s voice held no accusation, just a gentle smile and a touch of concern. “Can I…”

Ghoul’s hand slips lower, gently pressing down on the line of stitches he knew was hidden under all that gauze.

The pressure felt good, compressing the wound right where it needed to be, but his brain didn’t. What the fuck what he supposed to do about this?! Kobra was actually literally short circuiting.

“How’s that?” Ghoul whispers, leaning over so his eyes meet Kobra’s.

“F-feels better. When you, uh- put p-pressure.”

“Shiny.”

Ghoul pauses for a second, before bending down and pressing a kiss to the area of Kobra’s stomach that was injured. His hair was soft, brushing gently over Kobra’s skin.

Fuck. Kobra’s hips stutter, mouth suddenly bone dry. Fuck. Fuck, he couldn’t hold himself together.

“Wh-what are you- wh- why-” Words here please!

“Is this okay?” Ghoul’s voice was devastatingly low now. It was all Kobra could do to not stick his tongue down his throat right then and there.

“I- y-yeah. It’s- It’s fine. More than f-fine. ”

Ghoul finds other scars, some new and tender, some from years ago, some big, some small, and presses his lips flush to all of them. The jagged line above Kobra’s bellybutton where he’d gotten stabbed two months ago. The perfect circle under his ribcage where Party had burned him when they were nine. The rough blob in the middle of his shoulder, from when he got shot on his first run after escaping the city.

The scar tissue running all the way up Kobra’s neck.

His crooked nose.

The thin slit under his eye.

Ghoul stills, lips hovering over Kobra’s, specifically the bloody cracks in them from where his canines catch on the skin. They breathe the same air for a long moment, eyes fixed on each other’s. This was something they couldn’t come back from. This wasn’t joking around, or annoying each other, or comfort after an injury anymore. This was real.

Kobra didn’t care. He tilts up the last inch, fitting his mouth to Ghoul’s gently. Gently. Soft, and quiet, and chaste. Everything they usually weren’t. It was funny how two batshit crazy motherfuckers could balance eachother out so perfectly.

Kobra licks deeper into Ghoul’s mouth, pulling a muted whine from him that sets them both on fire, suddenly pressing for more and more and more. Ghoul hooks his arms under Kobra’s thighs and pulls him up so they’re facing each other properly, Kobra’s knees bracketing Ghoul’s hips.

What feels like forever passes, a scattered twenty minutes of bitten lips and teeth getting licked and hickeys on necks. Kobra finally pulls back, licking his spit slicked lips. He doesn’t go far though, pressing his sweaty forehead to Ghoul’s.

“Was that…” His voice was barely audible, words getting almost lost in the space between their lips. “Was that okay?”

Ghoul grins, scrunching his nose like he does when he’s really happy. “Okay? That was fuckin’ fantastic, Kobes. You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”

“I might have… some idea.”

Ghoul drops a quick kiss to the corner of Kobra’s mouth, pointedly ignoring the blush spreading across his cheeks. Witch, his freckles are pretty. He lays his head on Kobra’s shoulder, slipping arms around his waist and closing his eyes when Kobra tangles a hand through his hair.

“So- Ghoulie?”

“Yeah?”

“What… what does this… mean?”

Ghoul lifts his head back up, cupping Kobra’s face in his hands. “This means whatever you want it to mean, mi cielo.”

My heaven.

“Okay.”

#piper's askbox #piper.txt.#funkobra #fun ghoul #kobra kid #danger days #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #fanfiction #mcr #< the killjoys are not mcr but i need to keep my blog organised lmao #ao3 #hope y'all like this one!! i do :-)#piper writes

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