innocently scrolling on pinterest and found something that could be reader/clark-coded or reader/the ghoul-coded
ahh omg theo I am so ššš over this for both of them!!! Iāve had the ghoul on my mind so much since that s2 preview, so I wrote a teeny snippet on how I think that would go - thank you so much for sending this to me!! I am going to be thinking about this all day.
āStill not right.ā The low voice comes from over your shoulder, āAgain.ā
It sends your teeth gritting.
You didnāt used to think you had a temper.
Anger didnāt boil beneath your skin, red-hot and burning.
Instead, it used to linger. Bottling it up, until it lost its edge - aged into melancholy. Bound up and buried deep inside you.
But he brings it to the surface. Your hackles rising at the flash of teeth and knowing smirk. As if you need to be told what to do. As if you hadnāt crawled your way out of the Vault yourself - spent months alone, taking a crash course on the Wasteland.
You didnāt need anyone. Certainly not the Ghoul, and you definitely didnāt need the way he made your pulse race, whenever those cunning eyes lingered a little too long.
āBite me.ā Itās growled out in response, sounding near-feral with the way it rumbles in your throat. The rope thrown on the ground, as you forget all about securing the supplies.
But that smile only widens. Eyes dipping from your own to linger on your mouth - a jangle of rusted spurs, as he steps into your space.
āOh, sweetheart.ā That low, saccharine drawl slips over you with the cock of his head, and the raise of his brow.
āAsk me nicely.ā
