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Hot & Cold (An F!OC x M!OC Moment)

warnings: blood, injury, mentioned violence, forcing someone down

(i promise i’ll start showing fandom writings instead of oc stuff- i just love my traumatized characters too much to not show them off)

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“I told you it was nothi-“

“Bullshit it’s nothing! You’re literally bleeding out!”

He pressed on the gaping wound in his stomach, hitting his tongue to hold in his wince. “Okay- so?? I don’t see you completely scathed either, Eden.”

Xavier knew that he was being a bit childish. If he kept putting up a front like this then he was going to collapse. Then (if he was even going to make it out alive of this one) Eden would tear him a new one when he woke up.

He’s not completely in the wrong, though, so he kept the front up.

“At least I’m not with a huge whole in my stomach! Let me just-“ Eden pulled at his arm covering his still very much painful gash. He didn’t nudge. “-take care of it for you! Why are you being so stubborn?!”

He scanned around the huge tent with the buzzing noise making him lightheaded.

“M’pretty sure Dolly is like- in some need of medical help. Go help- Ow!” He yelped and twitched his upper body forward to her when she squeezed his wrapped shoulder.

“And this lousy ass work you call wrapping up another wound? Yeah- you’re gonna die if you don’t let me help you, Zee.” She scolded.

He swung his legs from below the table and tried to kick her. She grunted, pulling her legs back and rubbing at one of her shins.

“No reason to be such an asshole about it.” Xavier grumbled, one arm covering his abdomen and his other holding tightly onto his injured arm.

So what if he’s losing a lot of blood? It’s not like Eden didn’t know he could handle it.

He literally came back to life after freezing to death.

He’s practically immortal!

Still, Eden’s face turned stone cold for a moment. She glared at him, multicolored eyed narrowed at him before she sighed.

Xavier thought it was a sigh of defeat. He thought wrong.

She pivoted to the side before lunging at him with a low grunt. Then, he was completely pushed on the table laying in his back, arms pushed out and him yelling.

“Dude!” He tried to get her attention as she crawled on top of him, medical supplies already at hand.

Why is she so fucking fast?!

“Eden I swear- fuck dude- you’re making it hurt more!” He grimaced below her and tried his damn hardest to at least control the blood oozing from the wound right above his belly button.

She swatted his hand away, reaching over his head.

He flinched at the feeling of something wet dripping on his face before he could focus on what she was doing. Even so, it was still too late.

The wet cloth made him hiss at something new making contact with a very painful gash. Eden pressed deeper and Xavier instinctively wrapped his hands around her wrists.

“Last time you got something serious you almost died of an infection.” She spoke, reaching over him and dragging a bucket of what Xavier assumed to be water closer to her side. “So I’m not letting your dumbass handle any of your wounds.”

His muscles felt tense and he hated the feeling of the water pouring to the sides of his stomach and under his back. He tried to arch up, but Eden would just push him down.

“You haven’t even cleaned it yet and you wanted me to leave you to it? Please.” She practically scoffed as she spoke.

Eden, for almost five minutes in silence, (and Xavier’s squirms and struggling) kept washing the cloth with the bucket then put it back on the injury.

She stopped once the bucket was completely filled with more blood than clean water before reaching over to grab another thing.

Xavier tried to take this opportunity to catch her by surprise and push her off. But who was he kidding.

He’d be asking to fight the Red Death herself. He knew better than anyone of what she was capable of.

So with one swift movement she picked herself up until she was kneeling and pinned one of his arms with her knee.

He, once again, grunted with the sudden shock of a lot of wait on his forearm. Still, he was half thankful she aimed for the arm less injured.

“Try.” Was all the warning he needed from her to stop moving.

Fucking great.

For such a cry baby, Eden sure knew how to make someone squirm under her. In pain or in pleasure, Xavier could handle both.

But now was not the time to think like that.

He huffed, ignoring the numbing pain coursing through his pinned arm and watched as she pulled out a bottle from the first aid kit.

“Eden- no fuck no, please!” He began to plead once he knew what it was.

Another clean cloth- where the fuck was she getting all of this from just the table??- and she was pouring the liquid onto it.

Xavier debated on whether or not now would be a good idea to admit defeat or keep trying to fight. It would hurt like hell and knowing Eden, she wasn’t going to hold back.

It was too late.

She pressed the cloth down and a burning pain shot through his whole spine. He arched again, one hand grabbing onto her arm and squeezed his eyes shut. His other hand was still stuck under the wrath of Eden’s knee.

A string of curses followed soon after, uncontrollable and barely comprehensible for even himself.

“Your fucking fault for making it so difficult in the first place.” Eden grumbled before she began to move it. He squeezed tighter and his eyes shot open.

“Okay wait! Wait! I yield, I yield! Just give me a- shit- a minute please!” He pleaded and held in his breath.

She did halt to a stop, her eyebrows rising in his sudden change of attitude. “It’ll go by quicker if I do it now.”

Xavier let his head fall back again, thudding loudly with the table below him and nodding. “I know, I know. I just… give me a second.”

His grip had loosened, but she still didn’t move. Not until he was accustomed to the pain and had slid his hands off her. He let them rest on his sides, nodding and looking back down at where her hands were.

She got to cleaning again and this time Xavier was able to hold back his tongue. He just took a deep breath once in a while and would only let it out when she would hold the alcohol there for a moment.

The biggest wave of relief hit him when she lifted the cloth up and she threw it in the bucket. “Worst part done. You gonna listen now?”

Her eyes sliced to him, narrowing as she took the pressure from her knee off him.

He was more complaint now after all of that. Was it terrifying how easy and painful it was for Eden to make him back down? Kind of.

Still, Xavier nodded and she wasted no time crawling off of him. He took a moment before he sat up and looked down.

The bleeding wasn’t as bad anymore, but he could still feel the nerves around it jumping with pain. He looked up at her, seeing her already pulling out the ointment.

“‘S gonna be cold. Think you can handle it, Hotshot?”

Okay she was definitely teasing now. Xavier inhaled hard, letting his hand close into a fist in his knee before nodding hesitantly.

She smiled, but not a sweet one, and stuck a finger up. “Good. Then the rest will be easy.”

Finally after the next twenty minutes of Eden making sure the wound was completely clean and stitching it up (much to Xavier’s dismay), she was wrapping him up.

He was barely standing, leaning heavily on the table behind him to support him almost completely. She moved around, wrapping the tight bandages around carefully.

“You really shouldn’t have done this. Others needed your help more than me.” He said quietly after some time.

Her hands had stopped behind him, looking up. Her smile was faltered and sad, but still there.

“I know. But I wanted to help you most.” She admitted before resuming.

Xavier always hated moments like these. The moments they’d experience since he was barely thirteen and the universe would shove down his throat to squeeze his heart.

He couldn’t stand her kindness towards him sometimes. Treating him so special compared the world.

It would all get to his head and soon he’d be heartbroken by her all over again. It was a cycle he was following for over six years. He thought he’d be used to it by now.

No.

It still made his insides squeeze tightly until all he could do was stare at her. Unfazed and still taking care of him.

Just like she always was.

His head fell forward until his nose was nuzzled into her hair.

She froze again, this time her hands placed at the sides of his torso. He could smell the sweat and blood just from the top of her head and he knew she was going to conceal it all.

Because Eden may be the sweetest most selfless person Xavier knew.

But she was the most hypocrite in the whole wide fucking world.

“Thank you, Racer.” He spoke into her hair, trying his best not to take the deepest exhale so he didn’t seem like a creeping smelling her hair.

He wasn’t, not when they both reeked of violence.

“Always.” She responded, forehead relaxing into his chest.

So what if he would have his hopes crushed by next week again. Right now, he was just glad the pull to his push was her. Right now he took what he could and would forever be grateful to whoever sent his own caretaker here, in a world full of violence.

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I love these two so much. Anyway I’m back! Things had been hectic and fun for a while so I had to take a step back and enjoy real life before coming back to hole myself up in writings.

I wrote this at like two in the morning with barely any editing and revising so read at your own risk. Hope you enjoyed <3

𝒦𝒞 𝐿𝑜𝑔𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒪𝓊𝓉…

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kcthekoolcid · 1 year

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started watching south park, have the laziest doodles of the boys ever

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kcthekoolcid · 1 year

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It's Cold (An M!Oc x M!Oc snippet)

warning: gei

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The night was fucking cold.

Jessie should have known better than to let Alex drag him into this mess.

Well- if he was being fair, if he had known he'd be seduced into hiding in their mansion's backyard shed, he might have declined. Told Alex to fend for himself or just hide in his bedroom if he really was that scared of Vee.

Nope.

He never asked and now he sat in the cold concrete floor of the smallest room in the mansion. He used his barely warm hands to rub any sort of warm onto his biceps.

That didn't stop the shiver running all over his body. He shook violently and grit his teeth to stop them from clattering together.

This was too cold.

And Alex?

Fucking Alex.

This fucking tank wasn't even showing a sign of shaking. He had a stupid childish grin on his face, sitting in front of Jessie with his arm extending holding onto a hoodie.

"What."

The other spat, hugging himself tighter when a sudden gust of freezing wind hit his back.

He was miserable.

"Here! You're gonna get sick if you're this cold." The male spoke, pushing the hoodie into Jessie's arms.

It was so warm. The blond didn't even hesitate to unravel the jacket and put it on himself. It was still cold, yeah, but at least now his body heat would stay with him and keep him warm.

He nuzzled his nose onto the collar of the hoodie, looking up at Alex to see him smile softly.

"'M really sorry. I forgot to bring any blankets for you. I was just in a hurry and Vee was almost close to finding me." His tone was solemn and true.

Jessie hated that he could never be mad at Alex. It always bubbled in with such frustration, then the puppy eyes or pout would come and suddenly whatever grudge he wanted to hold would fade.

It was seduction at its finest.

He huffed, feeling his freezing cheeks emit from the warmth of his breath in the hoodie.

"'S whatever. Should have know you were dumb enough to hide back here." He earned a chuckle from the other male.

Alex had only come out with sweatpants and a tank top. How he was even fighting off these freezing temperatures was beyond Jessie.

It made him wonder if he was like a heater.

"So... are we just gonna stay here until we get caught? I don't think she'll look for us outside until the morning." The male asked.

Alex thought about it for a moment, his hands on his lap while he tugged at his sweats. "Probably all night."

The other cringed at that.

"I know! I know! So if you wanna back out and go back then you can. I'm just glad you agreed in the first place." His stuck his hands up in the air with a sheepish smile still on his face.

Jessie rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around himself. "No it's whatever. She'd come bother me if she saw me so..." His words trailed off along with his eyes.

He hadn't realized how close they were.

Well- yeah- they've been a lot closer before. Alex was a very affectionate person and Jessie could never resist a good hug from him. He always looked so happy with his arms wrapped around the shorter man.

But the absence of heat was making him crave the one emitting from Alex. His hands were close enough for Jessie to grab.

And he did.

He reached for Alex's wrist and pulled it towards his face. His palm was on his cheek now and Jessie melted into the warmth. He closed his eyes and tried to cover any sort of embarrassment he felt.

This wasn't out of the ordinary for them, no.

But fuck if his heart didn't stop beating out of his chest then he was sure Alex would hear it too.

Alex giggling brought him back to reality. He opened his eyes to see him scooting closer towards him. His nose was now inches away from the man's collarbone.

He instinctively squeezed his hand a little more tighter.

"You get so cold easily." Alex commented, still letting out a giggle. The blond's cheeks puffed as his grasp on him slipped. He sat up straight with his arms now crossed on his chest.

"Shaddup. If I'm gonna suffer in the cold for you then the least you could do is keep me warm."

That sounded a lot more worse than he intended it to be.

Luckily for him, Alex wasn't one to think of anything that way. All he did was smile and nod, reaching his arms behind Jessie before pulling him in.

He fell forward and basked in Alex's warmth for a second. That was before he realized they were now sprawled on the floor.

Alex was on his back and Jessie laying on his chest. He used one of his hands to push himself up and create a good distance between the two.

"Okay- fucking heater- as warm as you are, even the cold is too cold for you." The blond complained and tried to push himself off the man.

It was no use. All those years of extensive work out Alex had done good for him. He was easily able to hold Jessie even as he struggled to be let go.

All he did was bring him closer, his face being nuzzled into blond hair.

"If you're here like this, I don't feel the cold at all." His voice had gotten softer, barely even a whisper.

He felt his stomach do flips while he squeezed his eyes shut.

Things like that made him wish he could melt into Alex's words. He knew this was the man's kindness, but all he would want is to be whispered sweet nothings like that from him.

So he relaxed in his grasp, adjusting his head on the man to have his cheek squished on Alex's chest. It feel warm, more than he knew a blanket would be.

They basked in the silence for a moment, listening to the wind gushing outside. The walls protected them from the piercing cold, letting their own warmth keep them cozy.

Jessie's thoughts became incoherent. All he really could register in his mind was the comfortable warmth rising inside him all just by holding onto the other man.

His hands traveled, rubbing circled on Alex's shoulder who just held him tightly.

The night was fucking cold. And all Jessie could feel was the overwhelming warmth.

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kcthekoolcid · 1 year

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LISTEN UP AGAIN KIDS STOP REBLOGGING THIS FUCKING GARBAGE POST. IT IS 100% FUCKING BULLSHIT AND CAN AND MOST DEFINITELY WILL LITERALLY KILL. DO YOU NOT SEE WARNING LABELS THAT SAY “DO NOT INDUCE VOMITING”? THEY AREN’T FUCKING AROUND. YOU CAN FUCKING BURN THEIR ESOPHAGUS BY CAUSING VOMITING, CAUSE CHOKING, DROWNING, OR MAKE IT WORSE! AGAIN DO NOT FORCE ANYTHING DOWN ANYONE’S THROAT. THEY. CAN. DROWN. IF SOMEONE IS LOSING CONCIOUSNESS ALL THE CHIT CHAT IN THE WORLD WILL NOT PREVENT IT AT THAT POINT THEY ARE IN SERIOUS DANGER. “Buuut i don’t wanna take them to the hospital!!!” WELL SUNSHINE GLAD YOU’D RATHER HAVE A DEAD FRIEND THAN A LIVING ONE BUT YOU’RE IN LUCK CALL FUCKING POISON CONTROL. THEY ARE NOT THE COPS. THEY WILL HELP YOU. AND IF THEY SAY GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL YOU GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL. NO EXCUSES. 0. NONE. I have seen this shit cross my dash SO MANY TIMES so PLEASE fucking reblog this and prevent some well meaning idiot from accidentally killing someone they love!

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kcthekoolcid · 1 year

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You walking in or nah??

walking in to give more than hugs👹

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kcthekoolcid · 1 year

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want your bad romance😎

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kcthekoolcid · 1 year

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A Night Worth Forgetting

warnings: hostage situation, knife, blood, mention of murder

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Her head slammed against the floor, all the nerves on her nose causing her eyes to tear up. She grimaced, biting her tongue back before she could even show any sign of pain.

Her hair was tugged back with that sick laugh causing her throat to close.

"You're making this too fun for me, Vee."

The shrill of the voice caused her stomach to turn. She tried to use her arms to push herself up, but her head was pushed back down to the ground.

Her cheek was now pressed against the concrete floor and she caught a glimpse of the maniac.

Black, soulless, eyes stared back at her. Vengeance. Anger. Despise.

That's all she could see. Like if she was staring at her own death.

"Don't you see, Vee? This was all a part of your game. And I just won."

There were other voices around them. She wanted to call out for them, plead for her life to be saved. Even so she couldn't let herself go down that low. No matter how much she felt her body ache in despair, she felt no fear. No dread as she was faced with her own doom.

No. She felt rage. The same kind of resenment that had been bubbling up for almost a decade now.

"Please, Racheal! Let her go!" A male voice became coherent in her head. She was pulled up again by her hair, forced to make eye contact with the man in front of them.

He was tied down from his wrists and ankles to the floor. He wasn't the only one either, all ten of them watched as she was beaten and tortured. All they could do is watch hopelessly and cry out to Vee.

The other laughed, witnessing it all unfold as she did her damage.

"Look, Vee. Your big brother wants to come save you."

It made her blood run cold with how malicious the other sounded. Cackling like if the world was really on fire.

For Vee, it basically was.

"Now, why don't we tell them why we're really here."

That made her skin jump. She tried to push herself up again, but the other placed even more weight. She only kept laughing at Vee's failed attempts.

"What? That's where you draw the line? Good. I want them all to see who you really are, Raven Evans." The girl stood up, pulling Vee as well.

She stumbled on her feet, looking back at her friends. There was fear written on all of their faces as she was forced to kneel now.

"Vee. I think it's time you tell them the full story." Racheal cooed.

She felt something cold and sharp on her neck. She didn't need to look to know what it was. And she wasn't stupid to move away from it either.

The gulp she let out was enough to tell her thst any slight struggle could cause her to lose her life. So all she did was close her eyes and accept defeat. Defeat for the secret she fought so hard to keep.

The secret she fought so hard to keep them all safe.

"Let's tell them about the night you killed me."

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