#killjoy imagine

[kieranwritess]

What if...the agents were on a farm?

Fandom: VALORANT

Characters: all

this was inspired by Viper and her goats, goodnight :D if i missed anyone let me know! to sova anon: i am working on the request right now :)

Viper won't admit it, but she liked the goats. Yes, even though they were a nuisance and tried to eat her clothes.

Neon and Raze chased the chickens around while Sage shook her head from the sidelines.

Chamber didn't come with, claiming a headache, but all the agents knew he didn't want to get his suit muddy.

Jett and Phoenix terrorized the ducks. They thought it was funny that the birds always moved in a swarm.

Fade and Omen spent their time in the loft with the barn cats. Both parties were skittish, but they all quickly warmed up to each other. After some time of skulking in the corners, Reyna joined the pair.

Sova and Astra found themselves in the stables after awhile of wandering the farmyard together. Sova even saddled up one of the horses and took it for a ride.

Skye and Brimstone spent time with the farm dogs, and Skye found out that they knew how to herd. Killjoy joined the two to study the sheep's herd mentality. For research, she said.

KAY/O was fascinated by the cows, and Breach, to his chagrin, was on robot babysitter duty.

Cypher hacked into the security cameras to watch the other agents. When he was caught by the farm owner, he claimed he was just a black-hat-turned-white testing their firewalls. No, he definitely wasn't here with those agents.

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Boombot- Klara Böhringer

Pairing:  Klara Böhringer x reader

Characters: Klara Böhringer

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 411

Author: Aaron

“I just do not understand why the… stupid…” Klara pushed flicked the small switch that sat at the back of her new boombot iteration up and down, but the new piece of radianite tech refused to even start. “It will not work y/n, plain and simple. I do not know what is wrong with it. I think it is time to just go back to the drawing board and take a read over my calculations. You told me you looked over all my work, did it all match up or did you forget to double check me again?” She sat an oily wrench into a small pocket of her apron and placed her hands firmly on her hips, you could almost see her brain working in overtime to try and figure out what was going wrong.

“I… had a little look over everything. I couldn’t see anything glaringly wrong with it though, it all looked like the usual stuff apart from the introduction of a new tyre diameter and the ability for the bot to spring itself a bit higher. I think the introduction of higher tension springs is very smart, but I was thinking that perhaps a small addition to the combustion might produce more effective results in the battlefield?” Klara picked the bot up and sat it gently in her hands.

“There is always time to make modifications and your ideas to excite me, in fact I expect you to make me your own prototype of my boombot. It may follow the simple outline of my baby but past that I expect you to really put your own spin on things, ideally, we are looking for an option that is more… maim then kill, a bit less on the explosive side and maybe some form of taser or netting… maybe the bot attaches a small tracking device to the target too… I am sorry I am getting a little carried away here.”

“You really think I am ready for that?”

“Yes y/n, you have been my apprentice for long enough. It is time we start putting your talent to work in helping the Valorant Protocol achieve its goals and we could always use more tools in our arsenal. I know we are not the only inventors around here but let us be honest now, they are no match for our German efficiency now, are they?” Klara sighed. “Now if only I could figure out how to get mine working.”

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Mirrorball (Party Poison x Gender Neutral! reader)

Summary: Three times Party Poison thought he was in love and one time he knew

Folklore Masterlist

A/N - You know the drill, Y/KJ/N means Your Killjoy Name ect. It's been a minute since I read a killjoy fic so if I get some of the terminology wrong, ✨sorry✨ Hope you enjoy :)

Requested by: @starshineandbooks

I'm a mirrorball / I'll show you every version of yourself tonight // Hush / When no one is around, my dear / You'll find me on my tallest tiptoes / Spinning in my highest heels, love / Shining just for you / Hush / I know they said the end is near

Mirrorball - Taylor Swift

One

The first time Party Poison thought he might be in love, it was late at night.

The fab Four were at Dr Death's with a few other Killjoys trading supplies.

Y/KJ/N had been staying with them at the diner for a while - after their crew were killed by Dracs and they'd found them wandering aimlessly near the diner.

Since then Party and Y/KJ/N had become close, enjoying each other's company in the downtime between missions.

The idea that maybe he wanted more than a friendship struck him as Y/KJ/N talked with a lilac haired killjoy he knew as Felony Steve. Party didn't particularly trust the other man, but he felt something more as he watched Y/KJ/N talk to him.

Not jealousy exactly just... He wanted to be the one making them smile. Felony was showing them how to make paper stars out of the wrapper of a Power Pup can, and they looked happier than Party had ever seen them.

He wanted to make them smile like that. And he had a suspicion as to why.

Two

It was around three AM, and Party couldn't sleep.

He pulled his jacket on and shuffled around the diner, moving towards the patch of moonlight that shone though onto the floor from the slightly open front door.

Through the gap he could see Y/KJ/N sat on the porch, so he quietly opened the door and sat down beside them.

They didn't really acknowledge his presence at first, but after a few minutes - and with a quiet sigh - they lent their head on his shoulder.

"Carbon for your thoughts?" he murmured, unsure how awake they really were but concerned for his friend.

"How long have you got?" They joked half heartedly, and he could feel them smiling a little against him, "I just... Do you sometimes wish you'd never left Battery City? Never figured out how fucked up it all was? Cuz don't get me wrong, out here I feel like me but... It takes so much effort. We have to be strong all the time and constantly on edge because we could die any minute and, I don't know... Sometimes I wish I just didn't work out what was going on... I'm so tired Party."

They pulled away from him a little then, and he missed the feeling of their warmth in the cold desert night.

"I get it," he turned towards them, resting his head against the wall he was leaning on, "things were easier when you could just believe what you were told... But we get to dye our hair cool colours here." He smirked, and Y/KJ/N knodded sleepily. "C'mon, let's get back to bed you... You can sleep in mine if you want the company?" he asked tentatively, helping them up from the dusty porch.

"That'd be nice. I have less bad thoughts when I'm around you." They told him absentmindedly, half asleep and leaning against him as he wrapped his arm around them and they shuffled back inside.

Three

Kobra Kid, Jet Star, Fun Ghoul and The Girl were at Dr Death's, so Party Poison was sat on the floor of the diner with Y/KJ/N sorting through some boxes of contraband they'd stolen from BLInd a few days earlier.

Every so often they'd come across something they wanted to keep, the rest was put in a pile to be given away, and they showed each other the interesting things they'd found.

Party wasn't really paying attention, until he heard a clack on the floor and looked up to see Y/KJ/N wearing a sparkling pair of high heels, holding onto the counter unsteadily.

Getting up to help them, they grinned as they grabbed onto his arms and wobbled towards him.

"Y'know, I think you should put on that top hat we found earlier and dance with me." they said as they regained their balence, "I think it'd fit with that record we just dug up, it looked jazzy."

And how could he say no?

So they danced in the golden light of the sunset, Y/KJ/N holding tightly onto Party Poison, until they started bumping into the debris on the floor because it had become so dark.

And when the others came back, they found them both asleep propped up against each other in one of the booths. Y/KJ/N's shoes half falling off, and the top hat having slipped down over Poison's eyes.

The Time He Knew

Party Poison couldn't sleep.

His head was spinning with thoughts of BLind, the Killjoys that'd been lost in fights with the Dracs, and what happened to them afterwards.

Was this a fight they'd ever win, or would it outlive them?

"Party." came a whisper from the doorway and he propped himself up on what passed for his bed to see Y/KJ/N stood in the doorway.

"yeah?"

"I could hear you stressing out through the walls. You okay?"

".. Not really" He responded after a minute. What was the point in hiding it? Usually he could push the anxieties behind his anger and the joy he found in this life but right now, the fear for his life and those around him was hitting him hard.

What would he do if he lost Y/KJ/N?

How could he survive that?

They'd sat down next to him at that point, and pulled him into their arms, and he could hear their heartbeat to ground him.

"I can't promise everything's going to be fine. And I know that sucks," they told him as he relaxed into their embrace, "but you know as well as I do that we have to take what we've got. And personally, having you is pretty good to me."

Party looked up at them, trying to judge by their face what they meant by that, but their eyes were fixed on a patch of moonlight shining through the badly boarded up window.

He knew he had to tell them then.

Tomorrow wasn't promised with the life they led, but right now they were together.

And he was head over heels, madly in love with them.

"Y/KJ/N?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm in love with you."

"Good, I was hoping you would be. I love you too as it happens."

"Good." He murmured back, already beginning to drift off in the arms of the person he now knew for a fact loved him back.

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Okay here we go

This is an early draft if you will, it’s untitled so far but it’s still a work in progress

Killjoy imagine. Will probably end up a partyxreader but idk yet. Warnings, none. Word count, no idea. Any and all feedback is very welcome and appreciated! Enjoy!! ❤ ~ ~ ~ “LOOK ALIVE SUNSHINES” were the words Party was shouting to wake the rest of the Fab Four and myself. Maybe I should introduce myself and the boys, my name is (y/kj/n) then we have Kobra Kid, Jet Star, Fun Ghoul, and last but not least Party Poison who at the moment is continuing to try and wake us up with little to no success. Party is our (mostly) fearless leader, be and Kobra are brothers but we are all family. Have been ever since the day I saved Party’s butt, but he won’t admit that’s how it happened. Party is a great guy but I’d sure hate to be on the receiving end of his sharp shooting. “Kobra, Jet, Ghoul, (y/kj/n)! Wake up!” he continues to shout as he walks between or sleeping forms on the floors of the Diner. “Come on! We can’t protect the zones in our sleep!” he adds while nudging my shoulder with his boot, earning a groan from me as I roll over and continue to ignore him. He steps infront of and I open one eye to see him places his hands on his hips “(y/kj/n)?” “Yes? ” I mumble back “Do I need to get the bucket?” he asks with raised eyebrows showing me he isn’t kidding. I blot upright “No! No need! Trust me I’m up” I try to stand up but instantly get a head rush but Party helps me keep my balance. I nod my head in thanks and proceed to help him wake the boys. “Come on guys wake up!” I yell as I walk in between the boys. “Get up Kobra” I lean down so my face is closer to his “Five more minutes please” he mumbles “Kobra..” I whine “(y/kj/n)” he responds mocking my tone. “Please wake up” I pout. “Sorry but the face isn’t gonna work” he says with a slight chuckle. After a fair amount of convincing (and threatening) Party and I finally get all the boys up and ready. Party tells us we have a mission so we all load up into the Trans Am, and head out for zone 4. I don’t know a lot about the Zones yet, but I know you enter Zone 4 unless you have to. “So uh Jet?” I turn to Jet who is in the backseat with me “Yeah?” He has been more of a father to me than the other guys, mostly cause of our age gap. “Why exactly are we going to Zone 4?” he starts to look nervous and just shrugs. I begin to wonder if any of the guys know what we are going to so there. My trust in Party is really being put to the test. But k don’t really have enough courage to speak up and ask Party myself. Party turns on the radio and Doctor D. starts talking about Zone 4. Apparently some idiot got themselves stranded out there and needs help before something bad happens. Everyone is on edge by the time Doctor D. is done talking. “Are we really gonna go and try to save this guy?” Ghoul asks. He’s always been the most outspoken. Party just nods in response. Great. Just great. I tap my fingers on my leg in a mix of annoyance and fear. Party looks at me in the rear view mirror then quickly turns his eyes back to the road when I notice him looking at me, he can always tell exactly how I’m feeling so I’m sure he can sense my uneasiness. Just then Kobra speaks up “So why are we the ones responsible for rescuing this guy?” and Party just replies with “Don’t worry about it” as if saying don’t worry about it makes me not want to worry about it, so I roll my eyes and that causes Party to get sassy. “So what do you just want to leave him out there to get ‘Ghosted’?!” he snaps at us all. I decide its best to not answer him and risk making him worse. So all I do is look out the window and try not to focus on the fact we are going into this mission almost completely blind.

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Close Shot (Party Poison)

Y/K/N = Your Killjoy Name (:

Side Note: I’ve been watching too much Walking Dead to write this...

You were surrounded.

Dracs were shooting at all five of you as you all tried to escape them, executing as many as possible while trying not to drop the supplies you all needed so badly.

You dodged the shots being fired at you, keeping an eye on the Fabulous Four each having an equally difficult time evading the Dracs’ rapid fire swarm. 

They were much closer to the Trans-Am than you were and you knew that you needed to get a move on if you were going to escape alive.

“Y/K/N, Watch out!” You heard Party Poison shout as you turned to face him feeling a shot whiz by you. Before you could understand what you were watching out for you were knocked to the ground by a carbon ray, your head banging on a rock making the world spin.

You were focused on all the pain in your head but you could here Poison yelling after the Dracs who were fleeing content with the thought that they had killed you. Several Dracs hit the ground on their way back, angering the Fabulous Four was never a smart move, you would know.

“Y/K/N, I need you to stay with me.” Poison cooed as he kneeled beside your body. You rolled to face him and tell him that you were okay but your head hurt too much to get an words out so instead you were just looking at him trying to take his hand to let him know you were okay.

“Good girl, I got you.” He smiled when your eyes met his, his hand taking yours gently.

“Y/K/N, I’m picking you up and taking you to the car now. You can’t die today, I love you too much for that and I need to tell you when you aren’t dying in my arms. That’s for stupid chic flicks.” He said as he lifted you into his arms quickly transporting you to the others who were waiting in the car.

He placed you in his lap in the Trans-Am using some of the supplies the group had just collected to clean the wound the Drac had inflicted. It stung like a bitch and you could feel yourself getting light headed as he cleaned the gun shot wound. You just wanted to close your eyes and sleep...

“Y/K/N, stay awake please, I know it’s hard but I’m not losing you to some stupid Dracs just because I let you fall asleep.” He rambled on shaking you gently, deciding to focus on keeping you awake until you’d return to the diner.

“Looks like she just has a serious concussion, and the obvious carbon shot but it only grazed her, she’ll pull through, someone just needs to keep watch and wake her up every hour or so to make sure she’s alright.” Jet Star concluded once he examined you at the diner. You were tired, both literally and of them fussing over you.

“Can I sleep now?” You pleaded the lights hurting your already aching head.

“Go ahead.” Jet granted you permission your eyes falling shut almost instantly as the world faded out.

“Y/K/N, love, wake up.” You felt Poison nudging you gently.

“Hm?” You questioned not happy about the interruption to your sleep but knowing it was necessary.

“You okay?” He asked not really sure what else to say.

“Mostly, considering, did you call me love?” You questioned some of your energy returned and you were dying to ask about his earlier confession.

“Uh, yeah.” He chuckled nervously the moon casting just enough light into the dinner to allow you to see him scratching at the back of his neck, a nervous habit you rarely saw from your “fearless leader”.

“Hm, I like it. Provided of course you were telling the truth when you said you had something to tell me when I wasn’t dying; which I’m not doing right now if you were curious.” You had a sudden confidence but you weren’t sure you were making any sense. You blamed the drugs Jet had given you. You tried to protest that they should be used for someone who was actually injured but you were too weak at the time to fight against an adamant Jet and Poison.

“I was, I wanted to tell you at a better time though. When it wouldn’t seem like I was just saying it because you were dying.” He trailed off.

“Tell me what?” You smiled attempting to give him as much of a second chance as you could.

“Tell you that I love you, since the moment you almost shot me over a bottle of water I knew that I was into you. You got even better once you didn’t kill me.” You grinned at the memory. You’d been almost dying at the time dehydration taking it’s toll as you held your ray gun to the head of the infamous Killjoy leader not afraid to kill him for the stupid bottle of water.

“Well it’s good I didn’t kill you because I’ve grown to love you too, and who would’ve prevented me from falling asleep earlier if I had shot you?” You grinned and leaned in to kiss him before he placed a hand on your chest.

“You sure this isn't the drugs talking?” He questioned and you laughed.

“Would I have bothered to remember it, let alone bring it up if it was?” He seriously considered the question before accepting the answer, leaning in the rest of the way to meet your lips together.

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Shots (Kobra Kid! Mikey Way)

"Zone 3 is swamped today killjoys, So Keep your boots tight, Keep your gun close, And die with your mask on if you've got to." Dr. D was cut off by Kobra changing the station abruptly. "Shit.." He mumbled. "We were supposed to go to three today weren't we?" You asked from your spot in the drivers seat. "Yeah we have to take Dance some medication.. I'd wait until tomorrow but she sounded pretty desperate." You nodded. "We'll be fine, we've handle swarms before." You shrugged getting your ray guns out just in case. You made the delivery, groaning about the hike back to the trans am when you got swarmed Kobra whispering a quick "I love you" before the fight broke out. You both handled it on your own until a Drac gave you both a run for your money firing too rapidly for only one of you to handle. About the time the Drac fell to the ground you felt a horrible burning in your thigh you fell instantly as Kobra whipped around. "You Mother Fucker!" He shouted shooting the Drac straight between the eyes before dropping to your side. "Y/K/N don't you dare die on me." "Kobra, you shot him, right between the eyes! Maybe I should get shot more often so your aim finally becomes decent." You joked Kobra not nearly as amused. "Y/K/N don't joke like that, this isn't funny, that's a nasty wound." He picked you up trying to avoid further injury. "Sh, don't talk like that. I don't want my last moments to be spent with you whining." You laughed slightly kissing his cheek. "You. Are not going to die." Kobra protested slipping you into the Trans Am before getting in himself. "You should kiss me anyways." You chanted as Kobra leaned over to kiss you before starting the engine. He drove as fast as possible to the dinner skidding to a stop bringing Party Poison and Fun Ghoul outside. "What the hell Kid?" Party remarked at the rather dramatic entrance. "Dracs shot y/k/n, that's what!" He shouted picking you up and pulling you inside. "Guys I'm fine, Kobra's just a little dramatic, he did shoot the guy right between the eyes so I think I should get hit more often." "Y/K/N, don't joke like that... You're lucky it was only your leg... And you still have to get over the carbon poisoning.." Party scolded looking over your leg and beginning to clean and bandage it, causing you to grimace every time he touched it. "Sorry.. I know it's shitty.." Poison muttered trying to be speedy. "But Hey! Go Kobra! Taking out Drac's like a real killjoy!" Ghoul cheered for the overly anxious brother. "Kobra, breathe, worrying like that isn't going to help either of you." "Plus dying isn't even close to the worst thing that could happen to me." You added. "'My shadow will live on' or whatever Dr. D says." Kobra only got paler so you decided maybe it was enough with the dying talk. "Kobra, come here and kiss me before I pass out." You motioned for him to come to you, he did before kissing you gently as if you might break. "Kobra, do you really want my last kiss to be a whimpy kiss like that?" You asked almost not even finishing the sentence before his lips were slammed to yours, kissing you like you might die if he didn't (which at this point was a possibility). "Please don't die on me.." He whispered leaning his forehead on yours. "I'll try not to, just for you." You smiled and kissed him again before Poison suggested you get some sleep and they'd see how you were in the morning. "And if anything happens to you Kobra will be right here I'm sure." Poison smiled slightly at his brother praying that y/k/n could pull through such a wound. ~to be continued how you people choose~

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Baby Kobra (Kobra Kid! Mikey Way)

*smut warning kind of* ~ "Kobra. We need to be quiet." You scolded as he just nodded and made a sound of agreement continuing to place kisses on your neck. "Your brothers gonna walk in here and hear us and we both don't want that." He shrugged kissing your lips, probably to shut you up and thrusting into you suddenly causing you to let out a moan. "Be quiet y/k/n." He whispered with a smirk, watching as you but your lip to prevent more noises from escaping your mouth. He held a steady rhythm eventually finding your g-spot to which you barely contained a moan. "Shit Kobra.." You mumbled pressing your lips to his. "Holy Shit Kid, I didn't think you'd have it in you. Look at my baby brother all grown up, getting girls like a real killjoy." You both heard the smirk in Party Poison's voice as he's obviously seen what was going on. Kobra's face blushing bright red, a pink tint on yours. "Go away Party, quit being an asshole." Kobra groaned burying his face in the crook of your neck out of frustration. "Yeah, yeah, finish up, don't make a mess, just make sure y/k/n can walk. Wouldn't want her to get ghosted just cause you fucked her so good she couldn't run." He added before walking out. "Motherfucker." Kobra mumbled into your neck. - "Oh hey lovebirds." Poison cooed as you both walked into the main part of the diner. "Shut up." You replied a little pissed he'd interrupted earlier. "Ohh, snarky. You must've been good Kid, she's all pissy you didn't get to finish." Kobra blushed furiously as did you, both too embarrassed to respond. "Sorry about that, but I mean we don't need any little Kids running around because my little brother couldn't contain his Kobra." He winked and you both groaned and Kobra cringed at the horrible pun Poison had made. "Fuck off, at least I get something. Your all on your own with the Party in your pants." Kobra retorted as you tried to withhold a laugh at the ridiculous puns being made. "I'm not on my own! I just don't get caught." He crossed his arms in defiance. "Porno-droids don't count." You murmured receiving a scoff from Poison. "It's not droids!" You and Kobra just made an 'mhm' noise as he got slowly more irritated. "Hey Ghoul, Jet, guess what?" You and Kobra groaned as the two Killjoys raised an eyebrow each, unsure how to take Poison's eagerness as they walked in the door. "I came back and found Kid and y/k/n fucking, pretty damn loud too." He laughed once again in hysterics over the situation. "Looks like the Kobra Kid isn't a kid anymore," Fun Ghoul laughed messing up Kobra's hair, annoying him further. "Slay 'em y/k/n." Jet laughed. "You two aren't allowed to sleep together anymore, no midnight Baby Kobra making." Poison threatened with an authoritative finger. "Oh my god, just imagine a little Kobra y/k/n mix," Ghoul laughed before turning dead serious. "That sounds horrible actually, I second Poison, no staying together." Jet just shook his head. "So when you two find girls you'll sleep separately? You two an anyone sounds horrible." He remarked causing you and Kobra to laugh and Poison and Ghoul to groan. "Fine! But if you knock her up don't say we didn't warn you!" Poison sighed. "But really I'm happy for you, just no babies, please." Poison almost went soft for a moment causing Kobra to grin and laugh as well. "Not planning on it." You nodded your agreement. "Good, then carry on, just not where anyone can see-" "Or hear!" Ghoul cut him off. "Exactly. No seeing or hearing." Poison agreed. "We all know what their doing tonight." Ghoul joked causing you and Kobra to groan loudly knowing the joking may never end.

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Gif cause why not? - I love Killjoy writing, so much creative liberty within a set plot. Plus the Killjoy universe is just amazing - Thanks -(Party Poison/Gerard Way) - y/k/n=your killjoy name ~ As you cruised down the infinite highway Party Poison was intently listening to Dr. D’s radio report, you’d tuned out when he’d mention the days casualties, a list of names you’d long since stopped wanting to hear.

"y/k/n, Y/K/N." Party repeated getting louder until he had your attention.

"Oh, sorry.." You apologized and he just nodded.

"It’s fine, but you should know there’s dracs in this zone, we’re almost to the diner but that doesn’t mean much out here. Can you hand me my gun?"

You nodded and handed him his gun after loading it with carbons, it left yours pretty empty but he was a far better shot anyways.

"Thanks." He drove along turning the radio down as he was reporting about activity in another zone.

"And luck is against us.." He mumbled as you noticed dracs in the mirrors.

Party turned around and shot, clipping the car but not deterring the Dracs who took no hesitation to shoot back.

"Shit.. Hold on y/k/n." He slammed on the breaks flying out and shooting at the car; taking out one Drac but starting a battle of return shots.

You noticed there were four Dracs standing leaving you two a piece. You snuck out of the Trans-Am figuring it was best to stay hidden as long as possible and prevent your self from being targeted until you had to.

'Two down, three to go..' You mumbled to yourself shooting at your next target, by this point the Dracs had noticed you drawing you out of hiding and fighting right along Party Poison who seemed to be handling things fine on his own, allowing you to spread out and take on one on one and two on one.

You’d taken out your Drac when you saw the Drac fighting Party hold him back so the other could shoot him. Without thinking you shot the one about to shoot Party allowing the time to turn around and shoot the Drac holding him captive.

You couldn’t help but grin having saved the ass of the cockiest of the Fabulous Killjoys.

"What would you have done without me?" You smirked walking towards him.

He met you halfway and before you knew it his lips were on yours.

While making out with Party Poison was definitely on your bucket list. Doing so in a see of dead Dracs in the middle of the dessert however was not exactly how you imagined it.

"Doesn’t matter, cause they’re all dead and we’re both alive." He smirked not wanting to admit to almost being defeated.

"You could at least thank me you know." You grinned calling him out on avoiding an apology.

"I did thank you." He winked walking back to the Trans-Am.

"Ass.." You mumbled following him back and hopping in where he connected your lips yet again.