#it was already angsty before i watched 408

[mego42]

Heyyyy, can we get a snippet of the monster fic?? Please🥺

ahahahahaha of course!!!! i keep being like omg i’m gonna post the whole fic but then i look at the doc and it’s still stupid long so. that said, it is getting trickier to find snippets without context or that don’t spoil key beats so this is probs the last one i’ll drop before i post it assuming i stay on track to post this week and don’t end up rewriting chunks of it to make it even angstier.

but! in the meantime, enjoy this (short, sorry) snippet! 

(a little bit of a warning for a v brief fantasy that could be violent or sexy depending on how you read it)

Settling in, Rio sprawls across the bench in a disrespectful slouch nearly as much of a habit as it is for show. The basement's warm—it'd have to be, to get everyone comfortable with taking their clothes off—but he's not about to take his coat off and give Daniel the idea they're staying any longer than they have to. 

He resists groaning aloud when Elizabeth pulls hers off before sitting down, bending forward as she folds it neatly beside her, arranging it like a wall between them. The angle gives him an uninterrupted view down another one of them goddamn v-necks where the long line of her neck gives way to creamy skin and lush curves.

Clearing his throat, Rio spreads his legs a little to give himself some room. 

He never should've brought her here. Never should’ve played this particular game with her. 

But that’s the problem with Elizabeth. He gets so fuckin' twisted up in her, he ends up doing dumb shit just to see what she'll do. And look where it gets him every fuckin’ time.  

The bitter, caustic flavor of the thought ain’t new. Rio knows the exact shape of it in his mouth. He’s mapped its nooks and crannies time and time again, first holed up in that hospital bed, then the hotel, most recently the holding cell. It’s there every time he runs into some new obstacle, some new inconvenience, has to make a new concession. It's a tune he could sing without prompting because at this point he knows it by heart.  

She drops down on the bench next to him, swaying slightly towards him when she lands and the faintest hint of her perfume washes over him.

What is new is the way his fingers jerk, propelled by the urge to grab her, to yank her hair back and expose her throat, to wrap around the curve of that graceful neck, his thumb finding her beating pulse, ring finger trailing over that delicate collarbone and—

His skin feels too tight, too sensitive. His coat's a lead weight, dragging him down. The chain around his neck catches and digs in when he shifts, dragging the medallion across his chest, and the cool shock is enough to snap Rio out of whatever the fuck fantasy he was fallin' into. 

An uneasy static prickles across the back of his neck. Stayin’ focused isn’t usually his issue.

#i really do feel the need to warn y'all that idk how much this fic is gonna help #hahahahaha #it was already angsty before i watched 408 #so #your monster looks like mine #my fic #anon #shut up meg