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Loki x Vampire! Reader
MINORS DNI
Word Count: 1.4K
Warnings: Blood, Vampirism, Smut, language, angst
A/n: the first bit of spice I've written and omg I don't know how to feel about it. Anyway, vampires ima right?
Stalking the halls of the tower, I never felt so lonely until now. The thirst has all but consumed my nights. Sleep had long since been completely off the table as the hunger set in, leaving me with a pair of red eyes and a screaming pit in my core, slowly haunting the same rooms I used to run through with a smile.
Today’s failed mission flashes through my head as I pass the kitchen. Creeping into cabinets and the fridge as I remember the sheer joy ripped away from me as my “meal” escaped. I slammed it shut and heard Steve lecture me on discipline on the jet all over again. It’s like he actually wants me to starve. After all of Bruce’s testing and the grueling rules, my insides seem to rip and tear within me. This was my chance to finally feel even remotely full. All of nothing.
I heard faint snores, hushed voices, and the clink and clang of metal in the lab beneath my feet. One sound rang louder than them all whether it was a blessing and a curse, the soft beat of their hearts. It brought me closer to them most nights. It reminded me that they were all okay.
I found myself silently counting the beats of Bucky's heart on the roof. It was grounding whenever I heard it. His very presence was grounding. He looked at me differently from the rest of the team like he actually understood me. I knew I’d be able to rest with him. The team was still uneasy around me because of my new 'condition' but not him. Im tempted to join him until the sound of a familiar, honeyed voice filled my ears.
"Hello, little bat." He whispered into my ear. "L..Loki," I sighed. He lets out a sly smirk as I shiver. “Out for a late-night snack?" He teased. I can hear his heartbeat slow as he pulls away, but it quickens again when my eyes meet his. “Listen, I won't play games with you tonight. I’m starving and all I can hear in this damn tower is blood rushing through my veins, so please let me just wander around in peace.” I placed my hand on his chest to push him away, but he held it there. His face is void of emotion, but his heart betrays him as it continues to beat rapidly. My eyes trace his sharp features down his face and fall onto his throat. The thought of sucking him dry crossed my mind. Maybe I could play his game this once.
“You’re more like me than you think.” His words brought me out of my trance. “What’s that supposed to mean.” I hissed, and his grip on my hand tightened. “It means, My pet. Neither you nor I will ever be satisfied going on like this.” He cooed. Loki’s other hand traces down my arm, only to rest on my waist. His breath grows heavy and desperate now matching the loud drum of his heart.
I want all of him now. I knew it was the hunger speaking, but I will deal with my own heart’s desires later. I could tell his heart was calling out. Begging for an embrace or at least a source of warmth. He might just be right, satisfaction always seemed just out of reach. A single eternal moment passed before I gained the strength to respond. “What do you suggest we do about that then?” my voice dripping with need as I speak. Loki’s façade of excellence was falling, but the remnants stood fast in his posture and grip on my waist.
Ever the royal gentleman, even in such desperation. He stumbles on his word for only a second before proposing an exchange of warmth. "Genius, is it not?” He stammered. I stifle a laugh “It’s brilliant, Watson.” I tease. His smile was sickeningly sweet, but his dark green eyes begged for something more. I held my breath as I pulled him into me by his collar. "Jump.” He commands. I obey and am pulled into his arms. His heart beats as if it’s a heavy drum threatening to burst through his chest. I waste no time laying kisses upon his lips and down to his throat. The sound that erupts from him is heavenly. “You are mine,” I whisper into his ear. A jolt runs through his body as he takes off into a sprint to his room with me in hand.
In a second, my back falls into his black satin sheets. He quickly crawls on top of me with his left hand, caresses my cheek, and shifts his weight onto his right hand. His knee ever so gently pushed on my inner thigh just to be closer. My own hands wrapped around his neck. My fingers tangle in his long, dark curls. I swear I hear the slightest whimper as my rings tug on a braid within them. Feverish kisses linger as if the next could not come fast enough. His lips, raw with a crimson tint, now begged for me to bite them. My fangs nip at his bottom lip as his left-hand gathers my shirt up my back. The taste isn’t nearly enough, as my senses are clouded by him.
All around me is him. His honeyed voice rings in my ear while his touch burns like fire, despite his skin feeling like ice. My mind fogs as I slip from his grasp and flip him on his back in a single swift motion. I take my seat on his lap, looking into his dark green once more. I find his eyes blown wide, staring back into my red ones as our chests chase our breath in tandem.
“Dammit, every inch of you is breathtaking.” He says in a hoarse tone as his hand takes the purchase of my waist once again. My smile widens and I grind down into him. “God, I say the same for you.” My eyes trail down to his chest as my hands slide up his arms to rest on his shoulders. “Let me be one with you… Please, my love.” He pleads. I can only nod as a whine escapes my throat. “Not quite. Use those pretty words of yours.” He commands, his hand now holding my chin up to meet his gaze. “Fuck...yes, please, I want you.” I pleaded. In a green flash, all the clothes that withhold my warmth from him are gone, leaving only the two of us in a world all our own. “Perfect little dove, all for me.”
Shadows wrapped around my aching body, soothing and teasing anywhere they could reach. They slowly lifted me onto the tip of his length. All that can be heard throughout the room is a string of curses and gasps for air from us both as he sets a ravenous pace beneath me. “Such a beautiful little thing you are, aren’t you.” He rasped. I feel his entire body tremble, and my eyes squeeze as I slam down on him repeatedly. “Good, just like that.” He praises. “Give in to me.” The two of us grew delirious in the thrill of it all as we grew closer to release. "Loki, please” I begin to beg. “Please let me taste you.” My words were barely sensical as my body ached for him. “Oh God Yes, I am yours to devour.” The shadows dissipate as I nuzzle in his chest, and his pace falters as my fangs graze and puncture his skin. I fed from him feverishly as he ruts into me, his grip on my waist is so tight leaving dark red marks in its wake. I moan in pure ecstasy at the taste and feeling.
Time stands still as we reach the very end. A flurry of moans and whimpers ring between us while satisfaction finally sets in. Tears began to fall from my eyes as the hole in my chest filled with warmth. After coming down from the high, Loki begins to unravel the two of us from the sheets. He lays me beside him, only for me to burrow into his chest once again. His arms wrapped around me, and he hummed sweet nothing into my hair.
After a moment, Loki began to lift me into the air. “While I love nothing more than to stay here with you forever, I fear we must shower, my dear.” I only respond with a muffled whine. “My apologies, my sweet. A bath, then? I fear no one is sleeping anymore anyway.”
#loki x reader#loki (marvel)#loki smut#vampire reader#loki fanfic#angst#loki x y/n#gn reader#marvel fic#marvel x reader#Spotify
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I love the idea of princess treatment mixed with an unholy amount of yearning so I made this a month ago. Who knows if I figure out what I want to do with this.
Loki x reader, WIP
"I have love for you, my pet." He stated, his voice dripping with acid. "Much like a disease or a ghastly wound." He stumbles through his words as they race through his head. "You vex me to no end and yet nothing can pull me away from you. I want to be at your side for the rest of my eternity. If you were to allow me, I would devote my very being to you."
His bright green eyes appeared to glow even brighter as he lowered himself to the floor.
The very same bore into yours searching for any sign of expression or falter. Anything that could confirm his suspicion that you could love or even want him as well. With a single deep sigh, your cold gaze stood ever strong in front of the god before you. It reminded him of himself from years past. A striking pillar of poise and power that demanded the submission of all in their path.
After an agonizing moment, you let out a loud giggle. The sound is heavenly to his ears only ringing the beginning of his downfall.
you cock your head to the left with a pout as if you read his mind. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Wouldn't you say so, my dear?" His breath hitches as your hands rise to play in his dark curls. "Please, I beg that you know your power over me, my lovely. I am nothing but clay within your grasp." Your left hand falls to caress his cheek. The man before you flinches away only to lean into your touch even further.
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Surely, you want me back
Pairing: Stu Macher x reader
Word Count: 1.6k
no use of Y/N
Warnings: comfort, crying, pet names, cheating, language, physical intimacy, unwanted touching (not from Stu), walking alone at night
Summary: Stu comforts the reader(referred to as bunny) who had a bad date experience. She then sleeps over and they both realize they want more than just friendship. (fem pronouns)
"Dammit, I hate that jerk!" She whined and shivered in the cool night air turning to shoot the bird to the speeding truck behind her. "I only just met him a week ago but I'm a boring prude for not putting out for common decency." She hissed in annoyance. The sound of her strapped heels made a clicking sound as she walked across the long paved roads. Her eyes constantly darted across the cookie-cutter house all around her. The walk home was far too long from the old diner her date had taken her to be considered safe. She had been all but shoved out of his old truck. "He could have at least taken me home." Her tone was laced with acid now as she muttered. It was all a show of just how little he cared about her. 'Just another pretty face' she thought kicking at a rock in her path. The small stone skips before landing its new resting place in someone's yard. After a while, a bright green street sign reflects in the distance. Her brows furrowed as she squinted as she read out 'Palmer's lane'. A small smile brightens her face as she finally knows where the suburban hell she is. Stu's house on Turner wasn't far from here. The sound of her heels grows louder under her as she begins to walk faster towards the large house she knew at the end of the lane.
After another 5 minutes of walking as if she's in a horror film, she arrives at her destination. The girl sneaks around the house only to stand beneath Stu's bedroom widow. She climbed up the heavy metal ladder Stu had propped against it, She decided against asking questions about it as it was far too cold out here to do so. The girl shivers before cupping her hands to peer into the glass. The one in question sprawled across the couch in front of his TV. His long limp hangs off the sides of the small loveseat and grazes the carpet beneath him. 'Typcial stu' she mutters shaking her head. She attempts to softly knock on the glass.
Lights beam from the TV still showing the gory details he'd seen too many times before. The main villain runs after their victim as they scramble to escape. A muted blood-curdling scream sounds from the device.
A heavy thud causes the boy to shoot up from his sleep. Sharp blue eyes widen in search of the sound. They soften into a confused squint as they meet the girl outside. "Bunny?" He lazily questions. She gives a wave and points down the lock expectedly. Stu turns back to the TV to squint at the small analog clock sitting above the TV as it flashes 1:46 AM. He drags himself off the couch towards the window with a loud groan. The girl wastes no time latching onto his shoulder and crawls inside to escape the cold autumn air. "Ugh thanks, man. Do you remember the asshat I went out with tonight? I know you said he was a dick from the start and even Tatum said it too. Well, I didn't listen" Stu only responds with a snicker while grabbing a throw blanket from his bed and wrapping it around her shivering form.
Her rambling is fast and barely coherent but she continues away. "I wanted to go home but then he started touching me in the car even after I told him to stop so I cursed him out but it only pissed him off even more. The soft smile on Stu's face slowly falls as she continues. "What did he do, Bunny." He tries his best to steady his voice but fails as anger sweeps through. He holds a tight grip on the couch cushion beneath him til his knuckles turn a pale white in another poor attempt to restrain himself. She began with a sniff "he pushed me out of his truck a couple blocks from here. She began with a sniff. I didn't know where else to go." Tears threaten to roll down her cheek as she speaks while long arms wrapped around her waist. She let out a small gasp as he swooped her up into the air quickly as he stood only to take off in a sprint to the bed. “It’ll all be alright, Bunny. You're way too good for that creep anyway”. He whispered into her ear in a soft tone. He hides a tight fist behind her back while debating leaving her here and following the guy who hurt her. It slowly moves to rest on her dress's fabric at her waist as he cradles her beneath the sheets.
Anger soon turns to bliss as she pulls herself into his chest. Her right-hand takes hold of his shirt while her left caresses the nape of his neck.
He knew it would only end in a disaster but wanted to be hers so bad it wasn’t funny anymore. He wanted to know what it felt like to meet her eyes as that idiot got too desperately. The warmth she had wasn’t like the others, definitely not Tatum or Casey. Neither of them stood a chance compared to his ‘Bunny’. Yeah, she was flighty and naive but she was all his and it showed in her eyes and how she melted into his touch.
Those bright eyes beamed at each quip and tore apart by the hurt he spoke. Billy could buzz off for all he cared, this girl would know just how much he loved her even if it was the last thing he did. Sure, they're going insane, but she's the closest thing to a home they've ever had since they were kids.
Nothing really had to change for Billy’s plan but no one was hurting their little ‘doll’. He would just have to deal with it. His girl would definitely understand if they would just explain it all, she deserved the world let alone that much. Maybe then, he could finally be with her. It was the only thing his parents agreed with him. Tatum was too much in their opinion but She was different. In their eyes, she would keep him grounded and above water. He knew she'd help him run the old Macher company into the ground if he only asked. It was one of the dreams they had spent the long nights talking about.
“Stu…stuey,” she said just above a whisper. It drew him from his thoughts and she looked up to meet his blue eyes. “Yes Bunny,” he said, drawing out his words almost in song. "Can I borrow one of your shirts for the night?" She asked as she pulled at the hem of her dress. He stares at her blankly for a moment. "I mean if it's alright" His stare turns to a smile then a loud moan combined with an eye roll. "Ugh, I thought you'd never ask." She shushes him with widened eyes and a few soft punches to his chest. "Oh my god Stu, shut up" She laughs. He's gone in a flash to the closet to retrieve his favorite Hellraiser shirt and a pair of boxers a second later.
Light from the TV cast the room in a soft blue glow. The screams of camper running from their demise long since muted as technicolor danced across the screen. The girl watches the blue light cast upon his features as he returns with her eyes half-lidded.
"Keep undressing me with your eyes, girl and I'll catch a cold. He flirts with a wide grin while handing over the clothes bringing her out of her daze. "Whatever, don't miss me too much while I'm gone" She calls in a low tone on her way to the bathroom. "Ugh, I'm already in shambles." He pretends to faint with a hand to his forehead. After changing, she stops in the mirror and stares at her figure in the clothes much too big for her. She imagines him standing behind her. He would lean down to rest his head in the crook of her neck pressing soft kisses on it. His hands slowly slip beneath the fabric and down her stomach. Her eyes flutter close as a ghost of his large hands toy with the waistband of the briefs. She quickly shakes her head to dispel the thoughts.
This was no time to be thinking of him like this, he's with Tatum, she thought. He flirts with everyone and I'm no different. With a final look at his shirt draped over her form, she exits the bathroom with a deep exhale only to be greeted by Stu's wide-struck eyes. "God, you're trying to kill me, arentcha bunny?" She only giggles in response. She made her way to him in a slow stride only to land in his lap without thinking. The thoughts of restraint are long forgotten from them both as their eyes meet in a haze as the room darkens from the credits rolling on the screen. She raises a hand to graze his lips and pulls him in with a hand on his shoulder. His larger ones rest on her waist again as if they always belonged there. He closes the distance with a kiss on her lips as her hand slides to trance the curve of his jaw. The kiss quickly deepens as his hand travels up her spine to tangle his fingers in her hair. She moans into his mouth but pulls away slowly. "We shouldn't..but.." She says breathlessly after a moment but neither of them let go of their hold on the other. Sharp Blue eyes stare half-lidded into her own. "Tell me you want me too and I'm all yours.'' He says in a hoarse whisper. Her spine shivers under his touch. " Fuck, kiss me" She mutters then licks her bottom lip. "Please."
#stu macher x reader#billy and stu#billy loomis x stu macher x reader#stu macher#scream 1996#scream movie#billy loomis#ghostface x reader#scream x reader#scream#Spotify
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Welcome,
This is will be the master list soon 😮💨✋
open to requests
Im sure this list will grow but here's the goods I've already got
Joe Goldberg (YOU)
Keegan P Russ (COD Ghosts)
Billy Loomis (SCREAM 1996)
Stu Macher ( SCREAM 1996)
Loki (Marvel)
If you see a pattern no you dont
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Starved of you
Pairing: Billy Loomis x Fem Reader x Stu Macher
word count 1.7k
No use of y/n
Summary: The reader is dragged to Stu's party by the girls to fix Sid's relationship but She is in a secret relationship with Billy and Stu. She is here to break it off but gets distracted by Billy while he becomes obsessed with her. He struggles with his feelings for her and how she affects the plan.
Warnings: mention of alcohol and drug use, cheating(not on the reader), mention of murder, toxic behavior, intimacy
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Music blares through the room threatening to shake the house itself. The air was stuffy and crowded her senses. She couldn't seem to care as Tatum dragged her by the arm through the door. The blonde soon disappeared into the crowd following Sid afterward. This was the night she set things right before the world as she knew would crumble. Dramatic, but what else equates to sneaking around with your best friends behind their girlfriends' backs? A masked serial killer fits into this somewhere, maybe it was karma for what got her here in the first place. The plan was simple, break it off with them both, leave early and everything would go back to normal. Getting Stu and Billy alone for something serious was always a difficult task. Pulling off your own arm seemed easier. She decided to settle it one at a time. Billy would be easier as the other would only tease her endlessly for it and she'd end up in his bed again.
Stu's eyes grew wide as he spotted her in the crowd of sweaty teens. He shoves his accomplice harshly in the arm. Subtlety be damned, he thought, Hell was about to raise for everyone. "Dude...Dude..we got a party crasher.'' Billy rolled his eyes still turning away from him. "Like you care, they'll run like everyone else. He scoffed. ''Yeah maybe but dumb and dumber will follow too" Stu whispered. Billy thinks for a moment before it clicks. "The hell you mean, man? She's not coming. Her parents....." It was Stu's turn to roll his eyes as he shoved Billy around to see the girl wandering through the crowd. She waves with a smile after spotting the two of them. "Shit" he hisses. " I'll handle it" He whispers as the two waves back. "You better, Princess over there is at the center of all this," Stu says through gritted teeth. "Just take care of the dumb blonde'' Billy retorts. He shoots a glare behind him as he pushes through the crowd to meet the only girl either of them wants. "Hey, you." Billy beamed almost comically in an attempt to recover the control he'd lost just by seeing her. His out-of-character enthusiasm was a bit offputting making her take a step back. He cringed at his own actions, She always had a way of destroying the persona he worked so hard to build. He loved but hated it at the same time.
"Can we talk please?" She said in a hushed tone already pulling him towards the stairs with a nervous expression. 'Shit, I'm screwed' He thought. Billy panics trying to rethink the entire night he spent a year planning for. "Yeah, yeah. Sure, Doll." His eyes darted across the hallway. They brightened as he made a sharp turn and pulled her into Stu's bedroom. The large room was dark except for a poorly hung string of lights across the ceiling. The gaze in his dark eyes was unforgiving as he loomed over her already shaking form. His pupils were blown wide as he searched over her features.
''Ay. What's wrong, Doll?" He fought back his usual smirk from showing as he spoke a concerned tone. "It's Sid, She dragged me out here so I could get you to talk to her. I can't keep lying to her and Tatum is bound to find out eventually. I mean, what if Stu slips up in a joke or something? You've seen him. He flirts so much. Tatum and Sid are still mad about the arrest but she really likes you, Billy. Neither of them would ever forgive me if they knew about us sneaking around behind their backs. What if..." Billy holds back a laugh as he listens to her ramble on.
"How do you feel about me though?" She stopped completely. "What?" The girl’s large eyes stared back into his own in the hope of finding falter in any sense of the word. ''Tell me how you feel about me 'cause I might starve if I can't have you." He struggles to speak plainly. She releases a squeak as she tries to contain herself. This was so far from how she wanted tonight to go. Her heart beats rapidly as silence fills the room. "I...I wanted you since we were little. I mean, funny story..." She begins to ramble again. "I was the one to start that rumor that we were already married in the fifth grade. I gave Stu a dollar and told him to be really loud about it" He laughs and his heart begins to beat like it'll burst. "Ooh, I really shouldn't have said that. Shit." The girl muttered bringing a hand to cover her mouth. Her eyes drift to the door for a moment only to return to meet his stare. His own narrows and his head tilts to the left in thought. "Explains a lot. My mom liked you a lot more after that."
Hundreds of thoughts both perverse and protective crossed his mind as his body acted on its own. This would counteract his plan, she wasn't supposed to come tonight. "God, you're something else, huh." She lets out a nervous laugh while trying to read his expression. Dark brown eyes traveled down the length of her tight dress hidden beneath a large jacket. That goddamn lettermen jacket she had borrowed from some nobody downstairs screamed for nothing but his downfall. He knew his schemes would all but crumble if he gave in to her touch tonight. He has to stay focused or the past year of his life would be wasted. He couldn't think of anyone who wanted to watch a movie about a killer being stopped just for love. The image of her wearing his own jacket flashed in his head. He needed her warmth so badly, it hurt at this point. "Billy, we really shouldn't be in here together" She grabs hold of his forearm in an attempt to keep him at a distance.
She silently begged for the strength to run back through the party never stopping till she made it home as she should. His hands slowly inch toward her. She shivers as his fingers brush against the fabric lining the jacket. His hand continues as it runs down to the small of her waist and rests there. The other cages her between himself and the wall. A small whimper escapes before she can bury it. "We'll be alright" He breathed as he bites his lip hard enough to draw blood to hold himself back. Everything about her was a drug. He could have sworn she was made to kill him from the inside out. He would just have to risk it. He'd be the one to win after all. Might as well, get the girl and get revenge all in one night, he thought. He couldn't understand but her voice is heard as she mutters a slur of curses. It sounds like a song to him at this point far overpowering the blaring music from downstairs in his head.
She watches a devilish smirk widen on his face, the very same that terrorized her so many times as they grew up together. His eyes were now scanning her every move as her hand traveled up and landed on his chest. Billy leans in to whisper in her ear. "Let it all go, princess. I got you." Something in her snaps and she kisses him harshly curling her arms around his neck and pulling him down to her height. Her fingers tangle in his short brown hair as he lifts her. The kisses grow heated quickly as they lose themselves in each other's touch. Their senses filled with nothing but the warmth of their embrace. He tightens his grip on her hip and begins to leave kisses in line from the curve of her jaw and down her neck.
He stops for a moment to smell her perfume. She had always smelled heavenly but tonight, she smelled of beer and whatever drug she's been laced with by god himself. "Billy.." She pleads into his ear. She only receives a hushed groan in response. Her nails graze against his skin as she continues to call his name. He hums against her as he comes back to his senses meeting her eyes once again. The vibration of his voice sends a shiver down her spine making her eyes flutter. His eyes were half-lidded and his breaths staggered and uneven. His lips appeared cherry red and glossy under the soft glow of the lights. She giggles after seeing the dazed look in his eyes. "Damn, I got you this high, Loomis?'' She teases brushing his hair out of his face with a newfound confidence. He gives a breathless laugh and drops his head to rest on her shoulder. "Fuck, I might just overdose on you, princess. Her smile falls as she remembers the world around them. "Maybe then, I'll have you all to myself."
A heavy knock on the door causes her to flinch and tighten her grip on his shoulders "Hey, lovebirds. This room's way past off-limits! Stu shouts from the other side. "Dammit, Stu. it's me" Billy shouts back before turning to the girl with a weak smile. "Well, why didn't you say so. Tell my bunny I love her!" Stu blurted in a singing tone.
She giggles and shakes his head at them both and breaks away from his hold. "'I'll go shut him up, I should get out of here soon. My parents want me back home." He only nods in response bringing up his other hand to rub the back of his neck. He swore he could still feel the touch of her fingers there. She grabbed his hand intertwining her fingers with his larger ones. She pulls his arm taunt toward the door before realizing he's not following her. She turns back to him with a confused look.
"Hey, mind doing me a favor, sweets?" She blushes at the name. "You mind calling Sid up here, I wanna get this over with. You won't have to lie anymore after tonight." The girl smiles at his words as she smooths down the fabric of her dress. "Ok but be gentle about it, alright. Today's been kinda rough for her." He pulls her in for another embrace resting his head on top of hers and speaks in a sickly sweet tone. "I promise, she won't be a problem after tonight." His eyes darken as he stares at the black robe sticking out of Stu's closet.
The rest of the Prescotts had to die tonight, And they would as he and Stu planned. Nothing could keep him from getting his sequel now since he finally had her.
#scream 1996#scream movie#scream x reader#billy and stu#billy loomis x stu macher x reader#billy loomis x reader#scream fic#stu macher x reader#billy loomis#ghostface x reader#Spotify
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Words Fail
Keegan Russ x Spanish Medic reader with the callsign Vulture
Word count: 1.5k
Warnings: needles, tattoos, alcohol, and angst. There's a Fade to black.
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The tip of a needle finally grazes my skin and a hundred thoughts race through my mind. From the many dangers of sharing this one needle to how I could never go back after this string of moments. My mind screams to run just as I did all the times before. As I began to move, a large hand grabs my thigh and tightens around it.
"You alright, Birdie?" He cocks his head to meet my gaze. My nerves were on full display as I always relied on the mask to hide them. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking about the awful example I'm setting as the medic." I say with a scoff. He smirks and slouches in his seat on the couch. "Oh damn, you aren'cha? I won't tell if you won't" he leans in and whispers in my ear then motions to hush with a finger to his lips. "Yeah, like you aren't a snitch" I then reach to hit his chest with a snort. He raises his hands to his chest in shock with a gasp. "It was one time, you know good and well you had it coming."
"Ay yo, Russ! Stop distracting her, she's moving and somehow it'll be my fault when I fuck up." Hesh scolds and drags both of us out of the moment. "Sorry, man. but I'll blame you for this whole thing regardless" I quip in an attempt to recover. Both men scoff as Hesh resumes his focus on the bird skull being poked into my forearm.
After an hour, another two beers, and too many stolen glances, I get the worse idea and speak before good judgment could set in. "Ay Hesh, gimme the needle for a sec'' He complies with an annoyed sigh and leaves in search of another drink. Keegan watches in silence as I carefully stab the letter 'K' into the design small enough to be hidden. He smirks and meets my gaze. "My turn.'' He says in a low tone still staring into my eyes. Only now, did I see the human skull on his arm and how it was so much neater than my bird one, Hesh was only on his first beer during that process. After another swig of his drink, he too pokes the first letter of my real name into his already completed tattoo.
The weight this carried flew over both of our heads as the sounds of whisky pouring and laughter filled the crowded lounge. Even worse thoughts run through my head as I take account of the dazed look on Keegan's face. His usually sharp eyes soften as he struggles to think straight. "Damn, getting up gonna be a bitch in the morning, huh?'' He tries to joke. A laugh escapes me as I chug the last of my third beer. "Yep," I say popping the p after a deep inhale.
We sit in silence as both of our eyes wander. After hour-like moments, he licks his lips and speaks with a breathy tone. "Wanna get out of here." Without a once of hesitation I grab his hand and off we go to my room in the barrack. We stumble through corridors giggling and shushing each other like children.
Once the door is shut, a switch flips in my core. My arms lock around his neck and my lips crash together with his. We stumble to his bed as clothes fall in a trail. All that can be heard through the small room is a mix of both moans and groans. His left-hand tangles in my hair and the other traces down the length of my waist but suddenly stop. "You sure 'bout this, love?'' He says breathlessly. I bring my hand to cup his cheek. "I've never been more sure of anything, Mi Cielo."
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The next morning, I awake still wrapped in his arms. The thought of what today holds spares no sympathy as the hungover set it almost instantly. The alarm blares as 5:00 am flashes on its small screen. The man beside me groans and tightens his grip. "Kee, come on we gotta get going." He releases a louder groan and buries his head in the crook of my neck. Keegan's voice vibrates on my skin and sends a jolt through me. I force myself to sit up as his weight hangs off of my shoulders.
Three years in each other lives and I was only now acutely aware of his touch and warmth. I crave more of it. I wanted nothing else than to crawl back in the sheets and forget the meeting we both knew the ending of. I shake off the thought and him with a kiss on his temple.
"I'm sorry, sweets," He says in a low tone as we drag ourselves out of bed. I pull my shirt over my head as I understand his words. "It's fine, I drug my feet too. Feelings are hard when every mission could be your last." Neither the weak smile nor the even worse attempt at a joke helped at the moment. We both cringe at the thought but push on to the showers as both of our heads throb.
After the first round call, Merrick begins with a sigh. "Thanks for showing up, I know we all got up to some fun for Vulture's send-off." He's met with a mix of groans and scoffs. Keegan's hands brush my own in an attempt to brace for what's to come. I look up to meet his gaze but his is fixed on Merrick. I grab his hand and squeeze and return my focus.
"I know those boys in 141 will be lucky to have her, They'll be sending their own medic for the trade-off in a few days." Keegan grits his teeth. Merrick walks up to me and places his hand on my shoulder. "Give 'em hell, kid. I trained ya well.'' With a exhale, I fake a wide smile giving my best attempt at a 'yes sir' as I always have before. "Good soldier, you got an hour til the chopper comes for you.'' He finishes with a glance at our hands intertwined before they separate and he sighs. "To the rest of you, we meet on the roof then today's work begins. Dismissed for breakfast" He walks off with the sound of more groans behind him.
After the trip to the mess hall and we're in my room again, Keegan's arms are wrapped around my waist as I pack the last of my things and pull the zipper to a close. "Wanna jump in there, K?" He laughs and only holds me tighter. "Don't tempt me, princess.'' I just might try it." I giggle at the name and turn in his arms. He leans down as three years resolve in a final kiss. It's just as heated as the night before but much softer. The clock strikes 45 minutes after 7, time to head to the roof. "I love you, Keegan" I sigh and stare up into his eyes. He shies but never breaks his stare. He struggles to say the same and settles on "I'll miss you too, V.'' He cringes to himself and makes a move towards the door. With a deep sigh and a look at the floor, I realize what happened. "Ay, give me a minute. I forgot something.'' He waits just outside the door with my bag in hand as I write a last note in a rush.
The walk to the pad on the roof is painfully slow as hands intertwine again. We stop at the final steel door. I try to break the silence. ''Funny how much just a few hours can change stuff, right?" I'm met with silence but his hand lets go of mine. The loss of touch aches for a second as He then engulfed me in his arms. I allow myself to melt into him as my eyes fight back tears. "I…" He starts to speak but stops himself. My hand dips in my pocket and hands the note over to him. Before He can react, I open the door and the loud thrum of the helicopter crowds my senses. Keegan follows with wide eyes til his features harden again in front of his team. I shake hands with them all and toss my bag in the back of the chopper. I plaster a wide smile on my face and gesture a large wave. "Stay alive for me, will yall!"
Keegan can't stand to move or blink, too afraid to miss a second of the scene in front of him. The letter's in a death grip in his right hand. He folds the letter neatly into his pocket as he watches me vanish behind the closing doors. The team waves and yells even more goodbyes as the helicopter takes off. They head for the door soon after as Keegan whispers through pained breath. "I love you, Birdie."
He waits til that night to read the note. It's crumbled and written in a rushed survive. 'V's specilty.' he thought with a smile.
'Words fail, but that look in your eyes never will.
See you when I will see you.
Todo tuyo, Vulture.'
''God, you'll be the death of me, woman'' He mutters bringing a hand to cover his face.
Translations:
Mi Cielo- My sun
Todo tuyo- All yours
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Nothing but Your Doll
warnings: minor profanity and Joe just being himself
Pairing: Joe Goldberg x Fem black oc
Summary: Joe reunites with a girl from his childhood and falls for her during her performance.
We met again in a bar after weeks of trying to recover from Beck and all the chaos but it's worth it because it brought me to you. You were on stage singing like the angel I always knew you were.
"Each time I cling to your kiss. I hear music divine…"
Damn, you were a godsend. Your eyes scanned the crowd as if you were searching for me. 'Im here now, sorry for the wait,Viv.' my drink deserted as I made my way closer but off to the side.
"My arms enfolding you ,Never knew this thrill before."
The crowd ran silently as you sang. my eyes narrowed as a few idiots gawked and snickered at your figure. Don't worry about them, none of them deserve to be in the same room as you.
"Whoever thought I'd be holding you close to me,
Whispering "It's You I adore","
your eyes continue their search through the face in the crowd then narrow in my area. Did you see me? It's me. We can finally start over. Let me be here for you.
"If you should leave me, Each little dream would take wing.
And my life would be…through,"
finally, your eyes met mine with a gasp. A million thoughts ran through your face as you recovered. never blinking as if I'll disappear. 'adorable'
You continue, your breath quickens, and a smile creeps into the corners of your lips.
"Besame o Besame Mucho, Love me forever,
and make all my dreams come true"
Cheers rang through the room as you took off as if nothing else mattered. your ran ended with a jump into my arms and suddenly all was right in this terrible world again. "Hey, Viv!" I said with the biggest smile on my face. "Oh my god, you're actually here! Holy s--t, I can't believe it, Joe. I admit it took me a second to recognize you all the way in the cut like this, ah f--k; I missed you so much." your voice muffled as you spoke a mile a minute into my chest. Your arms slowly come from around my neck as I put you down. We both noticed the next singer come up to the stage with an amp. "Wanna get outta here?" I whisper in your ear and you hold back a shiver as my hand grazes your lower back. "Yeah, mine isn't far from here."
Finally, you're back in my arms, right where you belong. All these years apart, I'd still hear your voice when they spoke. I felt your touch in theirs. None of that was even close to love, none of them could compare to what we had. Back in the system, it was just us against it all. You wore your tight curls in braids like you didn't know anything else. You were always so tiny, and your clothes never fit quite right but you never minded, did you. All the more fabric to hide inside. Even then, all I wanted was to swoop you up and never let you go but I couldn't. For that, I'm sorry and I'll gladly spend the rest of our forever making up for it.
The long years apart changed you. Chipping black nails now turned to long red fake ones. Huge sweaters were long forgotten for cardigans and tight dresses. Those messy braids were now a billow of curls. I loved it all and You knew I would, didn't you? With all that changed, some things never would. The way your brown skin lit up beneath the sunlight and how your eyes met mine as if it was the first time every time.
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