my head is sore. i slowly open my eyes, the dark ceiling spins around me. fuck, where am i ? i feel my body laying on a tattered mattress, covered by an blue fuzzy blanket; a moth- eaten desk chair sits next to me, the seat turned towards my bed- a blue leather jacket draping over the shoulders of the chair, with a yellow mask hanging off of it.
i slowly sit up, putting my hand on my head to ease the aching pain pounding through my eyes. as i stand up, my shaky legs make their way to the door, the room swirls around me, my eyes only noticing the brightly coloured comics and candy wrappers sprawled across the wooden floorboards. reaching for the door handle, my head bobs up to see a messy "PARTY POISON'S PROPERTY" scrawled on the inside of the chipped door in neon pink spray paint. in my daze, it took me a minute to catch on to what actually happened.
i'm in party poison's bedroom.
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awkwardly, i creak the door open, stepping into a messy hall- dust dancing through the sunbeams in the windows. i shuffle across the floor, silently begging for no one to hear me.
how the hell did i end up in the KILLJOY'S HIDEOUT ????
in party poison's BED ???
i just need to get my shit and go. this is embarrassing as it is-my signature yellow jacket and gun had disappeared (not good when you're in the middle of a desert fighting off dracs) so i had no choice but to go downstairs and look around. the hideout seemed to be in an old fashioned diner, the upstairs being some kind of living area with the downstairs the actual restaurant part. despite my headache, i pricked my ears up and silently made my way downstairs- who knew who could have been here?
" it's not like we could have just left them, poison- "
"you know how unsafe it is out there-"
" i'm just saying, they owe us. a lot "i peek my head around the banister to find four brooding figures sitting on chairs around a makeshift coffee table.
there they are- the fabulous killjoys.
not as i'd hoped to meet them, (i was hoping for something a little less pathetic than being knocked out in the middle of a desert, but when life gives you lemons)at once, the fabulous four all cocked their perfect heads around and eyed me as i slowly tiptoed down the bottom of the steps, half dressed in an old tank top and shorts, neither of which were mine. great
"oh, you're awake!" smiles kobra, his floppy hair tucked behind his ears (i'm not even gonna bother introducing them you know who they all are)
" uh, yeah," i reply, gulping down my nerves, "you guys saved me, right? from that drac attack down in the valley? jesus, thanks. you guys saved my life "
" you're damn rig-" poison begins, but is cut off by jet star shoving him aside.
" they mean "it's our pleasure" :) " he says instead, smiling at me. his curly hair was tied into a low bun, showing small amounts of stubble on his round face.
i chuckle, not really knowing what to say next. i take a seat by ghoul, who seems to be preoccupied by some sort of gadget he's fixing up. i couldn't help but notice party poison sitting directly across me, their flaming red hair reflecting the sunlight and hazel eyes with flecks of gold in them. they weren't wearing their signature blue jacket, instead a greyish tank top (AN: you know which one i'm talking about) over their usual white jeans. it looked good. all of them seemed a lot more unreal than the stories made them out to be, confident and skilled in pretty much everything.
"i'm Crash Kat by the way; you guys don't really need to introduce yourselves, cus... you know" my voice trails off awkwardly in a slight laugh. they weren't exactly famous, but they were well regarded enough in the zones for almost everyone to hear about them. their wit and skill is what made them some of the most well known groups in the state.
i traced my eyes over party poison's perfect face, my face reddening as they gulped down a can of soda, the fabric on their top slightly damp from sweat. their eyes flicker towards mine, their eyebrow turning up in confusion as they notice how i've practically been drooling over them for the past minute. we exchange eye contact for a second before i glance away, gulping down my fear.
"woahhh there, kat." i tell myself, realising my thoughts. "don't get too attached there. you know what happened last time. these guys are cool as shit, but you're better off on your own." besides, killing dracs wasn't the only thing Poison and their crew were famous for. i've heard enough from drunk heartbroken chicks in bars to know how they roll with romance. i wouldn't exactly call any them "players" but-
kobra notices my inner turmoil, and speaks up.
"you can stay here for the night, it's no big. Poison's the one with the biggest room, so i guess you're bunking with them."
well, that sure as hell isn't helping.
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bulletproof heart // party pois x reader
Фанфикpretty much a poison x reader story ?? its written from the point of view of Crash Kat , a killjoy who's been cruising with her gang for a solid 3 years, life's good for them, until they get separated and they need to learn how to adapt to life alon...