i am bored and have had A Long Day so have some party poison headcanons:
•they/them (obviously). their gender is simultaneously every gender and no gender at the same time
•they have borderline personality disorder. this caused them to be extra medicated back in the city. now, they’re finally off of any and all pills, and they’re learning how to actually live with their disorder. loves reading books about mental health, and trying to figure out how to take care of themself.
•speaking of drugs, poison quit the city pills before they escaped the city. they quickly fell into other pills and drugs in the zones though. it was familiar, and it made their brain shut up for once. they have very bad PTSD, more than anyone in the zones. they don’t know just how bad it actually is, and they’ll never speak of it, but the other three know just by the way poison is. they got clean after moving into the diner. they felt safe for once, and the other three were so supportive in keeping them off of drugs. it’s hard to deal with flashbacks and all of that; every day has to be taken one step at a time with them, but they’re making it through.
•loves dancing. more than anything, really. get them drunk and on a dance floor, and their smile is wider than you’ll ever see it. they love parties and clubs, until they don’t and they’re ready to go home. they’ll dance for hours, and all of a sudden they’ll go over to one of the other three and poke them on the shoulder and that’s when they all know they’re getting overstimulated and want to go home and crash.
•yknow how i said they love dancing more than anything? well i lied. the one thing they love more than dancing is singing. they’ll take the AM and go on drives where they sing for miles and miles to whatever’s on the radio. ghoul and kobra make them tapes of their favorite songs, and sometimes the four of them will have carpool karaoke.
•goes for drives to clear their head. they’re normally not allowed to go alone, unless one of the others approves it (poison once wrecked an old car of theirs while angry driving, they don’t wanna talk about it). normally ghoul will go with them, riding shotgun with poison’s hand in theirs. poison drives until they can’t remember what was bothering them when they first turned the key.
•surprisingly a very good cook. them and jet love to cook for the others when they have the ingredients to. poison’s favorite is what they call ‘slutty pasta,’ it’s pasta with a shitload of cheese melted into the sauce. yes, it does make them sick. yes, they will eat it anyway.
•loves looking cute all of the time. even their pajamas are somehow cute and coordinated.
•cannot own un-modified clothes. they have to personalize everything, and they’ve got a whole booth in the diner reserved for whatever patches they’re painting or skirt they’re making or jacket they’re embroidering. dr. death gives the fab four almost all of the art supplies he gets; between poison and kobra they blow through paints and glues and threads and things.
•sketchbooks sketchbooks sketchbooks. they’ve got two right now that they’re working on. they’ll glue/tape little things to the pages, so it’s sort of like a scrapbook with art and writing in it. they will tape literal garbage in it, though. they’ve got the butt of their first cigarette out of the city, a list someone gave them of thrift shops out in the zones, a piece of paper bag ghoul used to scoop weed grounds one time, and so on. the others poke fun of them for this, but they really love how sentimental poison is. show pony has a polaroid camera, and loves to take pictures of their friends and give them the little prints. poison glues them all into their sketchbooks, and looks through them when they’re having a bad day.
•in eating disorder recovery, killjoy style. they hardly ate when jet and ghoul found them and kobra, and they’re trying so hard to help them recover. if poison is struggling to eat a meal in front of them, ghoul will go “hey poison. you’re a pussy if you don’t eat that mac and cheese.” or “you’re not a real killjoy if you don’t eat all those chicken nuggets,” all while sporting a shit-eating grin. poison and kobra have gotten themselves both to a healthy weights finally, and everyone couldn’t be happier.
•cigarettes are their one true love. they first started smoking when they were fourteen. they dislike vaping (even though it’s become quite the fad in the zones, ever since people started smuggling them out of the city), they vaped for around a year and it killed their lungs. cigarettes only for poison, and they’d have it no other way.
•yknow how i said they decorate their clothes? well they also decorate the diner. they’ll hang up art made by them or kobra all over the walls of the diner, and they let kobra paint straight onto the walls.
•loves science for some reason? dr. death gives them all sorts of books on biology and animals and ecosystems and such, and they absolutely love it. they wanna be a biologist in another life. they love teaching the others about shit they read, like animal facts and such. kobra will listen to poison infodump for hours.
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A smell you could remember, but not from where. It tackled you, engulfing your senses. You were so confused - what was happening?
You grunt, try to push it away, but can feel arms wrap around you. Heavy breathing, the feeling of a liquid soaking your shirt. You grasp a bit of the person’s shirt, pulling at it. They squeeze you tight in response, and you can feel your insides groan in protest.
Around you, it’s blurry, but you can make things out. A person in a yellow helmet in a wrestling match with a person in white. Another person in white being shot down by a person with red hair. A person with curly brown hair punching people in white with such force they fall.
You feel the person on top of you shift, moving to pin your thighs and wrists down. You look up to glare at the person, only to be met with tears dropping to your face.
Masculine features. Hazel eyes. Dark brown hair. It reaches his shoulders. Scarred face. Freckled nose. Dark rims around the eyes; possibly eyeliner. It streams down his face the more he cries. Why is he crying, you don’t know. He doesn’t seem to be wounded.
“Hello?”
At the sound of your voice, he lets out a sob, slightly louder than the others he let out. He drops down, burying his face into your shoulder. It’s strange, but it’s not like he’s attacking you. It’s not completely uncomfortable.
“Can I help you?”
He lifts his head slowly, the tears still falling. You couldn’t lie, it was really weird. A guy you’ve never met before tackles you and starts crying.
His eyes squint ever so slightly, and then he sniffs, he moves to wipe his eyes on his sleeves, and then looks at you.
“Do you remember me? Y/n?”
It’s your turn to narrow your eyes. You squirm a bit, but he’s surprisingly strong for someone who looks so skinny.
“How do you know my name? I’ve never met you before.”
He makes puppy eyes. You would think he were cute if he hadn’t been crying a minute ago.
“You sure?”
“I think you have the wrong Y/n.”
“You’re the only Y/n I would look for.”
He gives you a pained look.
“Do you really not remember? It’s me, Fun Ghoul!”
You huff in annoyance. Now you remember; he’s on posters everywhere. You’ve read files about him at BL/i, and you’ve seen all of his WANTED posters. But… that doesn’t explain why he smells familiar.
“I’ve heard of you. You’re wanted for so many things.”
“No! Not heard of me! I’m sure you remember getting to know me!”
His eyes are filled with multiple things; sadness, guilt, regret, fear, and desperation. But, mixed in there, is recognition and happiness.
You’re not sure why the last two are there. Why would he be happy to meet an exterminator, let alone recognize one? You know Korse is the one usually sent to take care of them, so why would he recognize you?
Your head tilts in confusion, and you search his eyes. He’s searching your eyes too, although you don’t pay attention to that.
He’s looking for any hint of recognition, of happiness, of anything. He can’t find it. Your eyes are filled with confusion, curiosity, and a slight bit of fear.
While looking in his eyes, you could swear you’ve done this before. Searching them, like you’re trying to etch them into your memory. Because they’re the most familiar pair of eyes you’ve ever looked into.
You’re trying to access what you’ve learned, when Ghoul takes a shuddering breath. He hesitates, before taking one of his hands to brush hair out of your eyes.
You take your chance, quickly rolling the two of you over so that you’re on top, pinning him down. For once, he looks kind of worried, but you don’t take mind.
“What do you mean with your words? You keep asking if I remember you. Why would I?”
Ghoul’s eyes shimmer with sadness. It almost upsets you; why does such a pretty person have to be so upset? If you were an idiot, you would actually try to console him.
“You- I-“
He takes another breath, then bites his lip. He’s trying not to cry. You feel your face morph into one of pity, and you can see it in his eyes; it makes him slightly happy. So you have emotions after all.
“W-“
Something collides with the back of your head. You collapse on top of Ghoul, unconscious. Ghoul gasps, and the person in the yellow helmet stands behind you. Ghoul scowls at him.
“Kobra! I was talkin’ to them!”
“With them pinning you down like that? Pretty sure they were about to hurt you, Ghoul.”
“In your wildest dreams.”
~~~
You awake, tied to a chair.
Your surroundings are unfamiliar. A couch underneath a window, a mattress on the floor in the corner. A chest, most likely filled with clothes. The floor is littered with metal parts, clothes, blankets, and crushed juice cans. The male, Fun Ghoul, is sitting on the mattress, a blanket covering his lap. He’s in different apparel than earlier; possibly pajamas.
“Why am I tied up?”
His head shoots up, and he smiles softly. You didn’t expect it, so your eyes raise a bit. He’s not bad looking.
“Kobra said you might escape. I- I just got you back. You can’t leave.”
His smile drops from his face as he frowns. He shifts a bit, more into a laying yet propped up position, and he pulls the blanket up to cover his legs and torso.
“We were best friends, y’know.”
I snort.
“What?”
His eyes narrow at you. You hold back a giggle.
“Me? Friends with a killjoy?”
“You were one too. You were Y/k/n.”
Your eyes widen at that. Y/k/n. You had heard of them. The only companion of the Fab Four that was taken down. No way you were them.
“You were, though.”
His eyes shine with honesty. You guessed you said that last part aloud. It made you sick to your stomach, thinking that you were a killjoy.
“But I can’t have been. I lived in my apartment with my boyf-“
His eyes darken, and he clicks his tongue.
“It’s true, Y/n. I don’t know why you won’t believe me. Do I look like I would lie to you?”
You looked him up and down. In honesty, no. He looked like he was a horrible liar.
“No…”
“Exactly.”
His eyes soften, and he huffs lightly. He stands, walking over to the chair, and moves the hair out of your face. He looks like he’s thinking about something, but doesn’t do anything.
“We were inseparable y’know.”
“Best friends, or.. lovers?”
He smiles, and honestly.. he’s beautiful. The scars did nothing to dash his looks, beside giving contrast.
“Best friends. If I’m honest, I had always wondered what it would be like to be lovers.”
Your cheeks heat up. That was wrong, though. You had a boyfriend. But.. you couldn’t help it. And it wasn’t like you were blind. Your boyfriend probably only stuck around because you could fully pay for your apartment and food.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
He smiled in a chaotic way, and you could feel a grin of your own creep upon your face. He giggles, and heads to the chest in his room. He extracts a knife, and begins to cut the ropes that bind you to the chair.
Once free, you wring your wrists and ankles, and then look at him. You grab his shoulders and tackle him, hovering on top of him. He giggles, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“I’ve always wanted you on top of me, if I’m being honest.”
Your cheeks heat up again, and you gasp. You lightly punch his cheek.
“I’m just getting to know you again. Don’t flirt with me immediately!”
“What if I wanna take you out, as a do over?”
Your stomach fluttered, and you considered. It didn’t sound like a bad idea. Problem was, he probably already knew a lot about you.
“How much do you remember about me?”
“Hm. To make it fair, I’ll pretend I don’t know anything. I’ll only count it if you tell it to me as of after now.”
He grins stupidly, and you playfully roll your eyes.
“Stupid.”
“Beautiful.”
You lightly punch him again, and he uses his arms to pull you onto his chest completely. Your legs and arms collapse, and his legs go to wrap around you too. With your faces that close, he smiles even more stupidly.
“Hey, beautiful. Did you have a good day?”
You answer truthfully, deciding to play along.
“Not really.”
You giggle, and he raises an eyebrow.
“Why would that be?”
“Someone hit me in the back of the head and then I was tied up for hours.”
He giggles now, and you join in. You’re grinning at each other like idiots when the room is finally filled with silence. Besides your guys’ breathing, that is.
He finally speaks up, his cheeks turned pink as he starts to lean closer.
Demolition Lovers - Chapter 1: Run Bunny Run (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/spJCZqgljX Samantha Pandorf leaves the safety of Battery City to the zones. Having many adventures, both good and bad, and meeting new friends. (it will have a mix of MCR and BVB)
party poison coming home from some party out in the zones a little too drunk. they stumble in the door and everyone immediately wakes up, they’re crashing into walls and knocking things over and jet runs to help steady them. they sit them down at a booth and they fall over and shut their eyes :( ghoul and kobra are squished by their side trying to wake them up and get them water, while jet’s in the kitchen heating up whatever leftovers they’ve got. ghoul and kobra eventually wake them up, as jet sits across from them. poison sits upright slumped over the table, making a little too much eye contact with jet. their eyes are trying so hard to roll back and close but they’re trying so so hard to stay awake as jet spoon feeds them and ghoul occasionally holds a straw with water to their lips.
‘you gotta cut back honey’ ghoul says into their ears. ‘it’s every night now you’re comin’ home wasted’
‘iknowiknowiknow’ poison slurs and ghoul just wraps his his arms around them. ‘’m soberin’ up n’ i don’t wanna’
jet looked at poison with just a twinge of hurt in her eyes. ‘too bad, you need to sober up. you can’t walk in a straight line let alone do anything else. keep drinking water and please eat another bite or two for me’ she says as she strokes poison’s hand gently.
they hated being sober. but with jet and ghoul and kobra? being sober all of a sudden didn’t seem too scary anymore.
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desc: Korse missed. Y/k/n takes in a certain redhead.
genre: fluff? comfort?
word count: 1.3k
A/N: when i say ‘Korse missed’, i want to say a stray shot hit him and caused him to pull the trigger, and he went to fight. with Party on the ground, unconscious, people assumed they died.
They didn’t know where they were. There was a smell in the air, kind of like burning. What was burning? They didn’t know. They knew their head was pounding and they desperately needed water. They sat up, groaning, only to gasp in horror.
A male with blonde hair lay not too far from them. Oh no. That was their brother.
Party stood with a gasp, hurrying to him. They collapsed halfway there, pulling his brother to them. Kobra’s body was decorated with different wounds. They must have shot him multiple times before he went down.
They staggered away from him, holding in cries of anguish. They stumbled towards the door, just to find their brother’s best friend, Ghoul.
They clamped a hand to their face, trying not to throw up. The doors are flung open as they hurry outside. There’s a Trans Am with a spider painted onto the hood.
Party stumbles to the car. They aren’t sure why they can’t walk. Maybe they hit their head real hard. They head to the drivers seat, only to be met with a man with curly hair laying there, most likely dead. They didn’t need to investigate to know it was their best friend. It had to be, with their other friends inside.
They staggered away from the Am, deciding to walk somewhere. It was really hot, and they had just woken up. This wasn’t doing any good for their mind. They tripped and fell, hitting their head. Right before they passed out, they smiled. They could be with their brother.
~~~
Their eyes fluttered open in a room. There were art supplies everywhere, as well as comic books and random cans and wrappers. No way this was the afterlife.
They took a ragged breath, standing from the mattress they were on. They groaned as their vision went blank, and they quickly leaned against the wall. They took a few deep breaths before standing straight.
They looked around the room, taking in their surroundings. There were a few rusty screws and daggers, but they weren’t sure why the owner hadn’t thrown them away. Some gun polish, tons of paints, tons of paintbrushes. Experimentally, they opened some drawers.
Colorful makeup and clothes lay in the drawers, set with some whites and blacks as well. They decided they would have to try some of it out, given that the person who brought them here wouldn't harm or kill them.
Would dying be so bad, though? They would be reunited with their baby brother, their best friend, and the one they couldn’t help but say they probably had a small crush on.
Shaking their head, they pulled out some clothes. A simple loose tank top and loose shorts; they weren’t fancy, there was no reason for the mysterious person to be mad at them.
They quickly changed and discarded their usual outfit near the bed, pushing the clothes into the corner. They ruffled their hair, running their fingers through it; it was very knotty. They hissed as they used their fingers to brush through it and pull the knots apart. It wasn’t ideal, but it worked.
Upon hearing footsteps, they nervously walked over to the mattress and sat down. Their eyes stared intently at the doorway as a shadow crept up, and-
This had to be the prettiest person Party had ever seen. Their breath caught in their throat and they felt a blush creep onto their cheeks. Embarrassed, they clear their throat. Their voice was raspy from not using it for multiple days, although the man could hear his voice was deep, yet soft.
“Hi? Who are you?”
The man smiled warmly at Party, and their cheeks felt like they were burning. He was beautiful.
“I’m Y/k/n. I found you on the side of the road, are you okay? What happened?”
Y/k/n walked over, cupping the side of Party’s face. He gently turns their head, inspecting for damage. He seemed to not find anything, and gently released Party.
Party didn’t know if they should trust Y/k/n. They had just met. But they needed someone to talk to, and he seemed to be all they would get.
“They- they killed my brother and our friends. I barely made it out.”
Y/k/n’s face softened, and he let out a small huff.
“Sorry to hear that. I hope you don’t feel guilty. I’m sure you could have died too. You know what happened?”
“Someone - his name is Korse, he’s an exterminator - was gonna shoot me. And then he got distracted, and he dropped me. I hit my head pretty hard, and I’m assuming I was knocked out. I woke up alone, with dead bodies all around.”
“Oh, that’s horrifying.”
His look of sympathy made them want to hug him and cry. Party desperately wanted to be told everything was okay, even though they weren’t sure it ever could be again.
With the war in their mind going on, they hesitantly opened their arms. Y/k/n obliged, pulling Party to his chest. Party’s head slumped against Y/k/n’s shoulder, and they squeezed their eyes shut. They felt tears prick at their eyes, but they wouldn’t cry. They had just met Y/k/n, and they didn’t wanna make a bad first impression.
“Anything I can do to get your mind off of it?”
Party thought for a moment, before shaking their head. They would settle for being held, even if neither of them said anything.
After a few minutes, Y/k/n sent a hand carding through their hair. He got stuck a few times, but pulled out rather than yanking at the knots. It was actually quite calming, especially when he began putting pressure in some spots. Party could feel themselves drifting off, comfortable for the first time in a long time..
~~~
Party awoke alone again.
They would have thought it was all a dream, if not for their surroundings. They slowly stood, and made their way out of the room. They took in their surroundings; a lot of clutter on the floors, although pushed to all of the walls. The place wasn’t very big; it was maybe a cabin. They doubted being in the woods, though.
There was a big room, filled with all sorts of wanted posters, juice cans, bloody clothes, random markers and pens, and sand glazing over everything. It was kind of rough. They could tell Y/k/n had been alone for a while.
They decided to leave the room, feeling sad all of a sudden. It reminded them plenty of the diner, hell, even of the motel. If they ever moved on, it wouldn’t be any time close to now.
The next room was much more bearable. A card table and a few folding chairs, two missing their backs, like they had been broken off. Cooking materials and kitchenware were present, which was interesting. The wall was painted an odd coral color, and where there were chips, it was mint. Ugly, but comforting. Like a home.
They hummed, walking to the cabinets. They managed to get a granola bar. After observing the kitchen and munching on their snack, they came to the conclusion that Y/k/n didn’t eat Power Pup. An escape of something they hated was great. Wouldn’t bring any memories either.
They put the wrapper in a box on the counter that seemed like the trashcan, doing some more exploring. There was the bathroom, which interestingly had a running toilet and shower. Even the sink worked - he assumed it was a special system, or they were close to the city. The latter was probably more truthful, but they were both options to be considered.
The next room was mostly empty. There was a small stack of blankets in the corner, two boxes next to them, and that was it. Strange.
The last room had a mattress and living conditions; had to be Y/k/n’s room. Now that Party thought about it, they hadn’t seen him all day. They were slightly worried, so they went to the kitchen room and sat at the card table on one of the chairs. They stared patiently at the door, waiting for Y/k/n to come back safe.
It was unnatural, really. They had only known him for a day. Maybe they cared because he was another human being. They had just lost three people close to them, after all.
The moment the door opened, Party stood and marched over to it. Y/k/n entered, goggles pulled over his eyes and sand in his hair. Party grabbed his shoulders and gently shook him.
“Where did you go? Why didn’t you tell me? Are you okay?”
Y/k/n reached out his hands and grabbed Party’s face, squishing their cheeks together.
“I went for a little walk. Possibly about a mile and a half, making it 3 miles as a walk. You were asleep, didn’t wanna wake you, and I’m fine. Are you okay?”
Y/k/n let go of Party, and they hesitantly returned the action. They settled for following him as he walked to his room, and he gave them an uneasy look upon appearing at the door.
“You sure you wanna come in? It’s kind of messy.”
“As if the rest of this place isn’t?”
Party rested a hand on their hip and cocked an eyebrow, and Y/k/n grinned.
“Fair point, come on.”
Y/k/n entered, Party right behind him. They plopped onto the mattress, and Party looked around. A few posters on the walls, and a lot of boxes that seemed to have stuff in them.
“What’s in the boxes?”
It slipped out before they knew what they were saying, and they paused. Y/k/n looked at Party, then back to a poster on his wall.
“Those boxes are filled with memories. I won’t elaborate.”
Party nodded respectfully. They wouldn’t intrude.
“Up for doing something today?”
Y/k/n thought about it for a moment.
“You want to do something? With me?”
He gave them a teasing smile, and then made a small ‘hm’ sound. As long as he wasn’t looking, they wouldn’t see their pink cheeks.
“You ever been stargazing before?”
“Isn’t that touchy-feely? For couples?”
“You want us to be one?”
With Y/k/n’s pressing, Party’s face almost became as red as their hair. They quickly shook their head, afraid of the stuttering that might come out of their mouth.
“I was jokin’, don’t worry. You still up for it, though? I find it relaxing.”
Party thought for a moment, and then nodded. Jet had tried to show the other three the stars once. The night ended with Fun having a sprained wrist and a black eye, Kobra delirious from laughter, and Jet yelling at everyone to be careful if they want to survive. Party had been chuckling and helping Fun back to his room, reminding him to be careful. Fun had groaned that Jet and Party were no fun, but he still knew the two cared about them.
~~~
That night, Party joined Y/k/n outside. He had set up two folding chairs and some blankets so they could sit comfortably while looking at the stars. The two sat side by side, in comfortable silence for about half an hour.
“I haven’t known you long, but I feel like I like you a lot.”
Y/k/n hums at Party’s comment, turning to look at him. He smiles softly, turning his attention back to the sky.
“Same to you. You seem very nice.”
They fall back into silence, watching the stars. This time, they don’t break the silence, finding constellations on their own and enjoying each others’ presence.
At some point, Party turned to look at Y/k/n to make sure he was still there. He had fallen asleep. His chest rose and fell with each breath, and they found it was quite cute.
Party smiled softly, doing their best to not disturb Y/k/n as they picked him up and carried him inside. They lay him on his mattress, going back outside and bringing their mini set-up back in. The two could deal with that in the morning. In the meantime, they headed back to their room and plopped onto their mattress comfortably.
~~~
Y/k/n groaned, stretching himself. He had been working all day to clean the base, after Party made an off-handed comment about how messy it was. Hopefully they liked it.
He had sent Party out to get some food while they worked, so it would actually be a surprise. He thought he did a pretty good job, so it was all up to Party’s reaction.
When the red-head returned, they were slightly shocked by everything being clean. They put the food in the kitchen area and looked around, finding Y/k/n taking a nap on his mattress.
They decided not to disturb him and to only mention how nice it was later.
~~~
“You know..”
Y/k/n looked at Party when they spoke, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m glad you found me. I really like your company.”
Y/k/n smiled softly.
“I like your company too.”
Party shifted, slinging an around around Y/k/n’s shoulders.
“I hope I don’t make you uncomfortable by saying this, but I like-like you. If you know what I mean.”
Y/k/n raised an eyebrow and looked at Party, whose cheeks were pink. He let out a small chuckle.
“Never thought I would hear an adult say ‘like-like.’”
“Shut up.”
Party turned their head, so Y/k/n opted to place his head on their shoulder. They tensed up for a moment, but relaxed after a few seconds.
“I like-like you too, Party.”
Y/k/n said with a giggle.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
Party looked to the stars, not being able to bite back a grin. They hoped their friends were happy for them.
desc: Y/K/N (gender neutral) got into a fight with a cactus and lost. Kobra decides to go and get revenge, trying his best to not end up in the same fate as Y/K/N.
A/N: saw the request and had an idea immediately
inspired/requested by: @xocasper
word count: 1.5k
"What are you, a dumbass?"
"Yes. I thought it was obvious."
Poison rolled their eyes and stood up. You gave a cocky smile to their back as they retreated outside, probably to the gas station. Annoying them was easy, and luckily also very fun. You started humming to yourself to pass the time, although luckily you didn't need to wait too long. Poison walked back in with his brother, them sharing a look of annoyance.
"You.. you fought a cactus?"
"Yes. It's not my fault it looked at me funny."
Poison gave you a look of disbelief and Kobra moved down to kneel beside you. You shifted in the diner seat to face him and he adjusted his sunglasses so that you could see his eyes.
"You fought a cactus. And lost?"
He grabbed your hands in his and took a simple look at them. It wasn't hard to tell, as your knuckles were bloody and horribly bandaged (courtesy of Poison). He looked back into your eyes and you tried not to trip up under his gaze. He was a judgy fellow, you were aware, but he was very caring.
"Yes. It's also not my fault I lost either though. It had needles poking out of it!"
Poison scoffed in the background and Kobra turned to give them a death stare. He turned back to you and sighed, bringing your hand to his face and pressing a kiss to the back of it.
"Is that the only damage it did, or did you try to tackle it as well?"
You stiffened at that question. You hadn't tried to tackle it, no. You had kicked it, and boy was that cactus firm. While there wasn't a cactus needle protruding from your shoe, there was a throbbing in your big toe. It just hurt. You quickly shook your head, immediately causing the siblings to not believe you.
"You sure?"
"Mhm. No tackling was done."
"Can I check then?"
You nodded. It's not like he was gonna find blood anywhere. Unless you had smeared some when you reached for your gun to shoot the cactus. It's not like you were able too either; it had caused to much pain in your knuckles, so you just put your blaster away and kicked the cactus before limping back to the diner.
"Shirt off please."
You pulled it off as quickly as your hands would let you and then sat as he ran his hands over your chest, checking for anything that seems off. He asked you to turn around and you could feel the same process. The only thing that distracted you was Poison leaving the diner, saying something about seeing if Jet Star or Fun Ghoul needed help with what they were working on. Leaving you alone with your boyfriend.
"Shoes."
You cringed at his word and he gave you a questioning look.
"I- uh."
You held out your hands and he let out a small laugh.
"Sorry, sorry."
He reached down and undid the laces for you, pulling them off as gently as he could. When he got the shoe off of your hurt foot, you had to hold back a sharp inhale.
"Could you get your pants, or-"
"No, I can do that."
You stood up, him backing away a little. You quickly undid whatever held your pants up and shimmied out, leaving you standing in your underwear and socks. He leaned forward, kneading your skin as he checked for any disturbances. He had you turn around so he could check the backs of your legs as well.
"Turn around please."
You spun around, getting caught off guard by your boyfriend wrapping his arms around your thighs. He pressed his face into your stomach, pressing little kisses to it. You giggled, the sensation being tickly.
He only pulled back when he pulled his knees close to you, ultimately (and accidentally) placing them on your toes. You let out a pained noise, and he quickly shot back. He looked up at you, confused, and you plopped back onto the diner seat.
"Uhm. There is another place you could check. I did.. I did kick the cactus."
Kobra let out a little laugh, grinning at you.
"I thought I actually hurt you for a second. Are you sure you're okay?"
He gently rolled both socks off, gasping when he saw your big toe. You looked down and gasped as well. It was swollen, unless your eyes deceived you, and purple.
"Does that mean it's broken?"
"I think so? Does it feel broken."
"How does something feel broken?"
"It would feel off? I don't know, you're the one who broke their toe!"
You gave him a shy smile before falling back into the booth. He stood up with a sigh, walking to the other side of the diner.
"Where are you going? Did I piss ya off, lamb?"
"I'm just getting something to keep it in place, calm down lovely."
You two looked at each other as he started walking over and busted out laughing.
"Lamb? Really, Y/K/N?"
"Lovely? Really, Kobra?"
You giggled at the way he rolled his eyes as he sank back to the ground. He started wrapping all your toes together and you felt your heart swell at the way he was being so gentle. When he finished, he pulled back and pressed a kiss to your forehead, retreating back to the medicine room.
"Why thank you, lamb chop."
"Of course, love bug."
You both burst out into giggles again.
"C'mon love, we gotta get your clothes back on."
"I know, I know."
He helped you pull on everything you took off, except for one sock and shoe. He said it was best for you to put as little pressure onto the toe as possible.
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After placing your shoe and sock somewhere only you two would think to look, so as to have Ghoul not color all over them, he helped you hop towards the cactus you had fought. As soon as you guys noticed the blood around one you thought looked familiar, he helped you sit back on the sand.
"Does it have a name?"
"No, but we can give it one right now."
The two of you scrunched up you faces to look deep in thought.
"Paul."
"Sure. Paul, are you ready to go down?"
You looked down from the sky to your boyfriend, who was facing Paul. You couldn't see his face, but you could tell he would have that one he always wears when he wants to show off. He didn't have many facial expressions, but that was one you had grown to love.
"You got this lamb chop! Just don't let his serious expression throw you off!"
"Don't worry, love bug, I won't."
You watched as Kobra jumped at the cactus, his jacket somehow protecting him. He pulled back and you could see he was gonna throw a punch, but he pulled back instead. You cracked a grin at this; the great Kobra Kid, stumped by a cactus.
"So, what's the plan, lamb?"
Just after you said that, Kobra reached for his gun holster and pulled out his blaster. You started laughing at the way he started circling it, gun at ready.
"What's the po-"
The sound of the blaster's ray hitting the cactus cut you off, and you covered your eyes as you heard the gun go off again. After a third shot, you heard your boyfriend start laughing, causing you to open your eyes. He stood there, victoriously over the remaining half of the cactus.
"I defeated the cactus and I'm not hurt. What happened to you?"
His cockiness caused you to make a sour look at him, receiving a laugh as he swooped down and picked you up. He stood you upright and helped you limp back to the diner, the two of you flirting whilst using the newfound horrible pet names. Walking into the diner, you continued, although you could feel the other three peoples' eyes on you.
"So, what did you think of my job, love bug?"
"I think you did wonderful, my sweet lamb."
"Ewww, cut it out."
The whine coming from Kobra's sibling went ignored by the two, much to the amusement of Ghoul and Jet. Poison sighed dramatically, leaning against Jet, who shimmied away from him.
"Can't an attractive 'joy receive any love out here?"
"Yeah? Why do you think I have a boyfriend?"
"Shut up, Y/K/N, you don't count."
Ghoul giggled before patting the seat next to him, signalling you to slide in next to him, Kobra following.
"Do you wanna know about this new bomb I'm trying to make? The goal is to have it turn into a huge explosion of neon purple!"
The four other killjoys all simultaneously raised their eyebrows and pursed their lips; they remember what happened with the other color pigment bomb.
Kobra placed a hand on your thigh, giving it a little squeeze. You smiled to yourself, causing Poison to shoot you a look.
"Kobes, I swear if your jacking Y/K/N off down there-"
