all we do is R U N \\ Jeff x Reader CH.2You twisted and turned in, weakly tugging blankets around your body securing the warmth to your body. Your head throbbed and felt woozy, your stomach hurt and you flinched as your fingers drifted down to the soft spot in the middle of your abdomen. Your eyes shot open and you jolted up in bed as fast as you could only to hiss in pain as you doubled over. Peering down, you pushed down the blanket and lifted your sweater. Peering down at the toned skin of your abdomen., a large purple bruise forming, yellowing out at the edges making you grimace. Your head still ached from whatever the fuck hit you and your hand dropped your sweater back down to touch the back of your head where you could feel stitches being tied. Any blood that had been there had been swabbed and cleaned, your wound sewn shut. Panic bubbled in your stomach as you looked around. You were in a dark room, in a bed of black blankets, knives had been thrown into the wall where their handles crudely protruded. The lights wereall we do is R U N \\ Jeff x Reader CH.2 by rhetoricalhypothesis
all we do is R U N \\Jeff x Reader CH.1It was as it’d always been- you honestly couldn’t remember anything BUT a life like this. It was far from what most people would want or call desirable. But you wouldn’t trade it for the world. It got tough sometimes but you—(__f/n__) (__l/n__), you were never alone. Admittedly what the two of you did was messy and hard work; but you usually got off easy. But you did what you had to in order to survive. At the moment you laid on a stiff cot in a church littered with the city’s homeless, the runaways, and the assorted lost souls with no home. One might say you’d all count as kindred spirits. But all you and your companion saw was temptation and dinner. Reaching out from your own (__color__) blanket, your hand gingerly touched the patch of gauze that wrapped around your head and covered your left eye. You’d always had a red left eye and a (__e/c__) right eye. You just assumed you’d been born that way. And unless you ate or were with hall we do is R U N \\Jeff x Reader CH.1 by rhetoricalhypothesis
[cuddling][:human! gamzee makara:]cuddling:[cuddling][:human! gamzee makara:] by lonelyScribbler
He liked it when she’d wrap her arms around his waist, small fingers entwined at the center of his torso, head resting on his back because he was too tall for her to reach his shoulders.
When she’d come home and join him on the couch, throwing her legs over his. He’d trace his fingers over them softly, the tickling prompting quiet giggles.
Sometimes when he’d get home late, he liked to crawl into bed with her, wrap his arms around her form and kiss her head, still fully clothed because he’d get impatient wasting time changing when he could be in bed.
Other times she would hold him, running her slender fingers through his messy black hair, his warm breath on her neck making her shiver.
She especially loved it when he’d give her sleepy butterfly kisses through the night, those were simply the best.
He knew she didn’t mind the ugly scars that cursed his handsome face, but he would only remove the makeup to her when her day was horri
Cronus x Reader: Sock HopCronus x Reader: Sock Hop by turtlenecksandtea
Who thought it was a good idea to host a neighborhood sock hop?
The place is too damn loud. You hate poodle skirts. And it’s not YOUR fault that your good-for-nothing date decided at the last minute that a sock hop was “too childish” and ditched you after you walked all the way here in your stupid costume.
Now you’re sitting on the sidelines, sulking, watching cute couples do swing dances and who knows what else, wishing that you had the courage to go ask someone to hang out with you.
“Hey kitten. What a bash, huh?”
The voice is unctuous, unfamiliar, with a Brooklyn accent that is just too over-the-top to be real. Turning around, you see a tall guy with a perfect greaser outfit: slicked back black hair, leather jacket, and jeans so tight they might as well be yoga pants. Okay you did NOT need to look there.
“Not really,” you mutter. “It’d be better if there were actually activities that didn’t involve being a couple.
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