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visionofvoid · 2 years ago

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Limelight - LS18

Summary: “you’ll get your flowers my dear.”

Warnings: some shameless flirting, a cocky oc

Pairings: lance stroll x oc

Word Count: 1311

She recalled the first time she ever encountered the Stroll family.

It was at a joint gala to raise money for children with terminal illnesses and her parents, who were incredibly notable in the car collection and curating community, wished to donate a 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 429 in a cherry red colour. It was one of the most expensive items up for grabs and had all its original interior in pristine condition. It gained quite a number of public attention, for a good reason, and all donations were given to the foundation they were sponsoring. It was that night that a young Piper Broadstone had encountered a young Lance Stroll, the boy in his late teens and too cool to speak to girls.

It wasn’t until years later that the two families attended yet another high profile event, this time with Piper placing a bet and winning a one-on-one date and drive with Lance Stroll himself. She wasn’t too sure on how she would organise this one-on-one date as she found herself drinking too much champagne and dancing with her mother and friends. She honestly could have approached Lance but instead chose to admire from a distance, sneaking a look whenever she could.

Piper had honestly forgotten about the auction until she received a message request in her private messages on her Instagram.

lance_ stroll: you know, if you really wanted to come for a cruise or a date you could have just messaged me on this

and its free too

Piper admired his cheeky flirting and it seemed that he was also somewhat eager to see what the date had to offer. Of course it was all up to Lance to provide the date and to showcase his driving skills, all Piper had to do was dress the part and just show up.

itspiperbroadstone: i did it for the kids, mr stroll, don’t let it get to your head

kind of silly that you had to ask for an auction to get me to go on a date with you. you could have messaged me on this

lance_stroll: bold of you to assume i want a date with you

itspiperbroadstone: why else would you message me at nine at night out of nowhere?

lance_stroll: touche

tomorrow at 11am, casual, braided hair may be best (car purposes only)

do you prefer lunch or dinner for the date?

itspiperbroadstone: we love a dominant king

lets do food after the drive tomorrow, you know, make sure it’s all in one day otherwise you might fall in love with me

lance_stroll: im certain you’ll be falling for me

our parents will love the combined fortune

itspiperbroadstone: old money nepo babies

pick me up in the vantage xoxo

i want flowers too

i paid 50k i should at least get some flowers

lance_stroll: you’ll get your flowers my dear

Casual to someone like Piper was a lot different to someone that didn’t live in an expensive penthouse in Canada. Of course Piper understood that casual was just a term to dress a lot more relaxed but she still needed to dress to impress. She followed the latest trends and embarrassingly fed into fast fashion so she was dressed all in just a pair of jeans with a baggy graphic shirt to pair. It was a nice sunny day so she neglected to bring a jacket as she walked out of her apartment complex, bidding her doorman a farewell and towards the Aston Martin Vantage she could only guess was Lance’s.

He was leaning against his car, also in a rather casual outfit in a pair of jeans, brown boots and an all grey shirt. In his hands he held a bouquet of flowers, a mix of daisies, babies breath, camellias and a few other variations. He wore a large smile on his face as Piper approached, embracing the girl in a quick and gentle hug, a kiss to the cheek and then pulled away gracefully.

“I wasn’t too sure what flowers you liked so I got a bit of everything.” Lance confessed, though he had secretly looked through all of her social media to find some sort of hint. It was in her highlights.

“Thank you, Lance. They’re beautiful.” Piper hated to admit that she was blushing and instead hid her face in the flowers, disguising the action by sniffing the flowers. They smelled incredibly fresh. There was nothing like the smell of fresh flowers. “So, what have you got planned for us today?” Lance opened her door like a gentleman and held her flowers as she strapped herself in before closing the door when she was settled. He ran to the other side, climbing into the passenger seat and started his car, one of his prized possessions.

“Well, I have a couple of cars for me to drive you around in at the track and then I’ll see how you go-”

“Driving one? You're letting me drive a Formula One car?” Lance chuckled in response, pulling into the lane and heading towards the Montreal track.

“No, you can’t operate one of those. I’ve got a couple of other cars, much safer cars to take you in and for you to drive.” Lance’s eyes remained on the road for the most part as they drove through town. His car was enough to get some stairs and rightfully so; it was a beautiful car, anyone could appreciate that, and it was the biggest flex of all. Not many people owned a car such as the vantage, not even Piper of her family, though they did own a few Aston Martins. She looked out at the window, admiring the city she was born and raised in. The two settled into a peaceful silence as they continued to the track. It was not awkward, at least from Piper’s perspective.

The 'Date’ was great PR for not only Piper and Lance but for their families, for the charity in which the money from the bid was going to and for Formula One itself. There were film crews at the ready, organised photographers to capture the two in and out of the cars, cameras and microphones set up inside the cars to capture the reactions of the two.

Piper was genuinely enjoying herself, even though her braided hair was becoming a mess and she laughed rather obnoxiously in front of Lance.

Lance was also having a great time. He never really got to show off his skills in older modelled cars let alone with a pretty girl beside him. He liked to glance over as he drifted around a corner, watching her absolutely lose herself into the atmosphere. It was something he found himself wanting to see more, yearning to see more. So, he hated it when their drive had ended and it was Piper’s turn to drive.

She got into the first car, the pair strapping themselves in. She quickly posed for a camera pointing towards them and then turned on the ignition.

“You can drive stick?” Lance questioned, Piper only nodding in response before taking off. She had devised a plan, starting off slow to get Lance to think she was nervous. She took it easy around the corners before she found herself approaching the hairpin after turn nine. She started accelerating, going faster and faster by the second before drifting the car almost expertly around the hairpin and turn ten. She couldn’t wait to see the footage once it was released of Lance's reaction. She finished the circuit, stopping at the pit in front of the cameras and getting out, throwing her hands in the air almost as if she was a racer herself.

“Where did you learn to drive like that?” Lance questioned once the two of them were finally helmet free.

“My parents are car collectors and curators, you learn a thing or two.”

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missmarveledsblog · 30 days ago

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Bet on it ( Bradley Bradshaw x Reader ) part 9

summary : two years have passed y/n has finished the programme and instead of staying back like she said she would she knew there was no place like home only the faces she most wanted to see were currently on a ship somewhere in the atlantic ocean just for a past video to blow up

summary : more fluffy fluff and no angst , time jump

previous part

Two years later:

This was different so different to how it was when she step off the plane four years ago now, standing off the plane feeling the sun hitting her face and the san diego air hitting her lungs . every stress and worry melting off of her shoulders , that blonde fucker was right to that place was never home this was even stepping off the plane it was an instant feeling . she did try the whole two years of being in new york she tried her hardest to make it home but moment her uncle asked if she wanted to stay on or go back she answer probably embarrassingly fast . It wasn’t all bad they did end up getting more funding and more entertainment to come to the kids but what started it was her favorite. They also got new head of the department six months into the program and actually finally started learning things they should of from the start apparently a skew of nurse report daniel for sexual harassment not that she was surprised one bit . she even tried dating but it never worked out , like piece of her heart was missing and it was right her in fighter town.

a bright beaming smile as she headed towards her dad who honestly looked like he was gonna take off and become airborne with how excited he looked . the two heading off to her new house one he view over and over for her . it had to be perfect his words not hers but it wasn't an apartment it was a home. some thing permanent to cement the fact she was actually home , sort of planting her own roots in a way .

the only downside to the whole thing was they wouldn't be there . the timing of her coming home and both jake and bradley being deployed to somewhere in the atlantic for three months seemed to merge at same time. promises to hangout when they came back . over the course of two year she was able to mend herself , build back up friendship with both aviators . both she and jake were best friends again and she and rooster where friends , something was always hung in the air though , something that even that space of time couldn't stop .

he knew it , she knew but neither said anything in fear it would ruin what they just got to the base of friendship . and even thought since the programme started so late she didnt get to visit that long or often maybe a few time when she did see him it was awkward at first then it was got better . keeping in touch by phone , emails , text and facetime , something that would be prolonged for temporary time frame . stepping out of the car there they stood the dagger squad holding beer and pizza in their arms ready to welcome her home and help unload the box Mav had gotten out of storage for her. a wave of sadness washed over when she stepped into her new home , when she was coming home first she thought it would be to a shared one not this empty one story house . now that she wasnt going to have that promise made so long ago it wasn't end of the world but it stung a little at a fond memory that never came to the future with her.

“ you ok?” nat asked arm around her shoulder , yet her face and tone filled with concern .

“ im good just surreal being home again … for good this time” she smiled softly.

“ no leaving me with these boneheads i will pull you back kicking and screaming i've been lost without you, really it was torture “ she beamed as they all rolled their eyes.

“ they're not so bad “ y/n mused. “ well now “ she added .

“ we learned our lesson really we are still so sorry” fanboy gulp still feeling guilty .

“ he ugly cried … a lot “ payback blurted out .

“ im sure it wasn't that bad “ she defended .

“ it was “ everyone including fanboy called as his own face grew hot and red.

her first day back at work beth almost crushed her excitedly even marcus got one of the bone crushing hugs from the wonderful and divine nurse . pretty much everywhere she went she was shown once again why it was home. from the hard deck to the hangar restarting an old tradition as she carried the box of food in ton the base nearly first hand viewing fanboys “ ugly” crying face as he ate , he wasn't the only one it looked like the all would . she was happy to be there really but honestly it felt like something or some people missing. the blonde and brunette men she adored more than life itself .

he woke up the creek in his neck never would get used to the bunks on board . sleeping on the floor would be more spacious and comfortable but if he had his had his way he would be home , seeing her , seeing y/n the little comfort she would be there when they got back but still . he tried dating , he tried moving on , not one of them were it for him not even close to feeling what he felt for y/n but if she was in his life as his friend he could live with that it was a month into the deployment he read her letters and email talking about how happy she was to be home and how she definitely didn’t miss the cold weather of new york , she would tell him about the house something bittersweet to the both of them but he was happy if she was . Still he hope the feelings would go away ones that just kept creeping up on his , like she had a hold of him body , mind and soul . finishing get ready he barely had time to rub his eyes walking lazily down to get breakfast it was strange he could of sworn people were looking at him . even when he walked into the canteen seeing jake being surrounded by females wasn’t new seem tall and blonde was a favorite anywhere they went . But one did a double take like her eyes lit up and she whispered to the others soon they were all looking at him .

“ wow it’s really you “ she smiled up at him

“ sorry do i know you ?” he asked taking his seat.

“ oh no but we know you “ her friend winked as he and jake shared a look.

“ can we get a picture ?” the first woman asked .

“ erm sure why not “ he shrugged thinking people were still talking about the mission he went on with Mav for a while he was a celebrity among his fellow navy officers .

“ hangman how come you never told us he was your friend “ she cooed arm squeezing bradley arm pulling it from her grasp as he sat and ate his breakfast.

“Why would i , it’s just chicken “ he snorted seem to be out of the loop too .

“ rooster “ he corrected.

“ well if you need anything rooster let me know “ she smiled seductively hands gliding on his shoulders.

“ i’m good thanks though” he shook his head eating his food last thing he needed was a hook up on the ship , yeah she was hot but she wasn’t doing it for him that way .

Throughout the day it was getting more and more confusing , handshakes and hive fives from people he barely even said hi to or more women given him blatant fuck me eyes as he was in the gym . Even someone said he sounds great it was probably one of the strangest day he ‘d had on the ship in last month . now he was ready to go sleep enter dream world were life was better til jake stormed into his cabin .

“ you and darling y/n are viral “ he panted holding the doorframe as bradley shot up in his bunk almost hitting his head.

“ what you mean viral”.

It was strange day , from moment she started her morning routine before work walking into the cafe she could of sworn she felt eyes on her the whole time , the barista seemed a little nervous as she took her order . every stop light cars honked at her waving as they drove past . it didn’t stop when she got to work not even a bit she felt like it was worse when she felt the eyes on her and strange comments began from patients, their parents and even coworkers . she could of sworn she heard people humming a familiar tune . she checked herself over in the bathroom probably way too many times thinking it was her clothes or something on her face . it wasn’t til beth and marcus pulled her to the breakroom beaming smiles on their faces .

“ so you weren’t gonna tell us you were famous huh ?” beth crossed her arms and arched her brow only for y/n to tilt her head in confusion . “ it’s all over that clock app so don’t lie to us missy” .

“ she means tiktok and every other social media website shit it’s even on some news outlets “ marcus nodded excitedly.

“ did you both hit your heads why would i be all over tik tok and news outlets “ she snorted only their eyes widened .

“ shit i thought you were being humble , you really don’t know do you ?” beth asked .

Before she could say anything further marcus pulled out his phone showing her the video , one taken two years ago in the hospital in new york , the day bradley and jake came to visit the kids .

Clear as day it was her and bradley singing great balls of fire and the millions of views that showed making her eyes widen even more she was sure they would pop out and her jaw would fall off and hit the floor .

“ your famous baby “ beth chuckled as she looked up completely shocked.

“ the hospital posted it as memory thing along with other entertainers but you and rooster are all over the place its insane “ marcus smirked .

“ i need to talk to bradley “ she gasped looking down at her own phone seeing messages from everyone from her friends to people she hadn’t spoke to in decades reaching out and yet none of them where who she needed now .

The moment he got the chance he went to check it out and what was worse was he didn’t even have to search for it . he couldn’t help smile hearing her voice hit his ears or her smile shit if anything it made him miss her even more and hate his deployment more . He was curious when he hit the comments and jesus he was going to need holy water to cleanse himself if he thought the women on deck were bad well the comment section made them look like girl scouts it was just at him hell he seen shit ton about y/n and even about them together . He couldn’t help chuckle at some saying the bumped into them saying they were married couple how he wished he could say it was true or even in a relationship at all .

He now sort of understood how the attention on deck changed , some blatant on the fuck me vibes , some asked him to sing to them it was definitely his strangest deployment that was for sure . yet in the reality of it all , he just wanted to talk to her , make sure she was ok during this whole chaotic situation . so when jake offered to switch call time bradley jumped at the chance. It would of been midnight there he was sure now hoping to even get an answer but the relief hit the moment he saw her face pop on the screen wearing an over sized shirt , hair in a messy bun showing she was in the comfort of her own home . looking ever part beautiful to him , wishing he was there in every sense.

“ roo hey shit ok so happy to finally called but over the last couple of days , you are not going to believe what happen , but trust me it’s real” she said looking wide eyes and nervous .

“We are viral “ he asked making her nodded with vigor .

“ good you know but honestly what the fuck “ she broke out laughing.

“ oh i found out , been hearing it non stop but shit it’s not good as us “ he winked as his head fell back that laugh that made her insides melt .

“ guess we have the fan base set for out tribute band huh “ she joked.

“ oh and then some i’ve been offered so much head” he snorted only for her face to fall it was for a spilt second . “ but i didn’t except it groupie thing isn’t for me “ he covered almost studying her reaction .

“ well if we’re bragging i haven’t had to pay for a single drink in hard deck last night … although they tried getting me to sing after a while “ she snorted.

“ yeah can only sing with me hope you told them that” he winked as she flushed .

“ of course i did … you said same right “ she asked .

“ course told them i only sing with y/n or too her now “ he said watching her eyes soften like something shifting in the conversation almost a flirty air to it . “ you’re ok though cause that really what i wanted to know ?” he said not being able to take his eyes off of her.

“ i’m ok it’s strange to say the least it’s a video from two years ago “ she snorted .

“ have you seen the comments?” he asked feeling brave .

“ i’m afraid to not gonna lie “ she winced .

“ mostly positive and some out there but most positive as i just said other than it’s a pr stunt from the navy and hospitals “ he chuckled.

“ i wonder if recruitment went up “ she joked . “ i’ll read them “ she added.

“ good i got to go sweet girl this is gonna cut out get some rest and no singing with anyone but me “ he smiled softly .

“ be safe … and same goe for you “ she said before the call cut . he could help smiling so widely as he headed down the hall , standing a little taller , something was different and yet similar something from the past , something good .

“You talked to her” jake smiled .

“ i think i might be able to get her back “ he beamed .

She sat on the bed her book long forgotten as she stared at the now blank screen . she could easily pretend it wasn’t that way but something was different , flirty and intimate in that call . like she couldn’t stop herself letting what she wanted out by its own accord and now she felt herself berating herself and yet telling herself at same time it’s what she wants right? .

Hitting the call button as she sat looking up at her ceiling .

“ i think i’m fucked “ was all she said thinking of what to do with her feeling hitting her all at once.

last part

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dancingundermoonlight101 · 10 months ago

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"it shouldn't be so hard to believe it was some sort of ruse," he says as he stares into the reflective surface. a mirror, the earthlings call it — it just looks like a big sheet of glass, to him.

"well, of course it isn't easy. it is not as if we were always cruel with each other before everything," he continues as he peels away old paint, "but it would hurt far less if i believed what everyone else keeps telling me, even if they do not know what they are saying."

"it is most unfortunate that our paths must keep crossing like this."

"i cannot get enough of your optics no matter our circumstances."

sorry i got carried away i am horrid at requesting things..Decided id just thrust this into ur inbox Lawl. but also a combo of your and my posts has moved me from my slumber. sorry again

I'M SORRY IF I TAKE THIS AND RUN WITH IT IN A DIRECTION YOU DIDN'T MEANNN I'm just ITCHING to write thisss!!! Also, don't apologize!!! YOU'RE JUST EVIL FOR ASKING ANON!! Now I can't stalk your page and read what you have written qwq (if you post.)

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Optimus stared at Megatron through what should have been one-way window. Yet knowing full well Megatron could see him.

The Prime was at first surprised to learn that Megatron had been captured by MECH. Embarrassingly enough, he had already thought up of countless arguments and counterarguments on why it would be a good idea for him to rush in to save — prevent MECH from dismantling Megatron and using him to create weapons or other devices that could be of equal danger, if not more so to the Autobots.

Things are a blur now to Optimus as he stands alone before his enemy. Ratchet, the only other bot to join him, standing outside to guard and warn Optimus for any ambush or trap.

"Optimus," Megatron purrs. "Rushing to save me after getting my distress signal? Please," His small movements somehow emphasized the red splotches on the ground. Dead humans. "You really shouldn't have."

"Megatron." Optimus glares. "Why are you still here? You could have blasted these walls and escaped long before I arrived. Is this a trap?" He decides to cut to the chace.

Megatron, for once. Remained eerily silent. Staring at Optimus's optics with a serious, pondering look. "Well, something seems different about you, Prime. Can't quite put my digit on it.."

"Don't change the topic, Megatron! Answer me." The Prime stepped closer to the glass. Wondering if he should just break it to get to Megatron.

"Ah, yes. I recall now.. I think it has something to do with these late night outings of yours?" Megatron grinned widely once he saw Optimus very visibly still.

"How much do you know."

"Enough." Megatron purred, walking to the flimsy excuse of a glass wall that is keeping him from Optimus.

"What are you planning?" Optimus asked again, clenching his weapon. His fighting spirit still strong. It doesn't matter what Megatron knows. Just what Optimus will do.

Megatron grinned wider, and before he could say anything, a bright explosion made Optimus unable to see for a few seconds.

Chaos ensued.

-TO BE CONTINUED-

(IM NEVER GOING TO FINISH THIS AND IM SORRYYYY BUT YOU HAVE GIVEN ME SO MANY IDEAS FOR FUTURE POSTS BUT IT FELT UNFAIR TO POST THEM WITHOUT FIRST POSTING THIS ONE) I will post stuff inspired by what you suggested though!! I ACTUALLY HAVE STUFF WRITEN DOWN ON A JOURNAL!! Idk how to give you credit, but if you see something that seems like it was inspired by your ask. Then it was ✨️

#unfinished #optimus prime #megatron #megop #transformers #megatron x optimus prime #transformers prime

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loser4loserswhok1ll · 11 months ago

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I just ended up watching Black Christmas last night and Billy is currently living in my head rent free (just like the attic) so I gotta send a request

How would Billy feel if he tried to call a female victim and ended up with a deep-voiced (trans) guy on the other end? What if instead of just insulting Billy or hanging up, he actually played along and got kind of into it? 👀

oh this is everything i want out of an ask. god bless you. (sorry this was so late i couldnt find an ounce of motivation to drop by tumblr. but we are so back.)

sorry for typos idgaf

canon billy stuff, f slur used (im gay and trans so bite me), a lot of obscenities, degradation, phone sex, masturbation, reader has deep voice and top surgery BUT a tdick and no bottom surgery (srry if thats a yuck for you its my personal preference), yadayadayada

reader didnt just get kinda into it, fella deep dived into it.

the ringing of the phone blared through the house. of course, you walked to go answer it. with a lazy hand and even lazier posture, standing against a nearby wall, you answered. before you could even get a word out, a loud shrill shriek nearly blew your eardrum out from the other side. it was so loud that you had to hold the boxy phone from a distance, brows furrowed and confused.

"piggy cunt. i want your piggy cunt. im gonna lick it! lick it lick it! you know you want billys cock!"

gross. the mans voice on the other end screamed and shrieked and gagged and sputtered out obscenities like he were a teen boy discovering porn for the first time. you cautiously brought the phone closer to your ear, speaking into it. "hey man, wrong number. also, gross." the line went silent for an uncomfortable amount of time, but the line wasnt dead. "hello?"

and with a deep growl, the man responded. "faggot." woah, alright, this just got wilder. "excuse me?" you spoke into the phone, both shocked and mildly pissed. the voice giggled, the giggle growing into a loud screech and manic laughter. "faggot piggy wants billys cock! gag on billys cock with your deep voice." god, this guy was insufferable. yet... this was kind of... fun. you stood straighter, wrapping the phone wire around your finger, listening to the absurdity across the line. "oh, do i?" why the fuck are you playing along? this is weird! "oooh piggy wants to choke on billys fat cock like a faggot. billy will fuck piggys pretty lips with his fat juicy cock." his voice was low, nearly a growl, and there was a sort of desperation to it. his breath was picking up and faint slapping noises could be heard.

realization dawned on you, and dammit, so did a twitch in your tdick. you bit your lip and listened closer, as close as you could with his impossibly loud threats and fantasies. as he spoke, you grew embarrassingly harder, your boxers soaking through way too quickly. "what else does billy want to do with me?" you bit your lip as you unbuckled your belt, undid your pants, and slowly reached a hand down. you were sensitive as is, benefits of being on testosterone, and this sensitivity was only heightened by the sound of the freak on the phone jerkin his shit.

you let out a small gasp into the phone as you palmed yourself through your wet boxers and heard the line go silent again. fuck, he heard your noise. your cheeks flush with embarrassment and you hold your breath, pausing your hand in your pants and not moving an inch. the noises on the other side of the phone continued suddenly. the slapping, the heavy breathing, though this time it was louder and heavier. this time, he was moaning and spitting out his words like they were overwhelming to say.

"piggy slut cumming for billys voice? fucking slut. billys gonna take your cock and suck it and suck it and suck it until piggy cant breathe." your hand continued moving, slowly getting faster. your boxers were dripping wet and suddenly you became very conscious of them, needing them out of the way so you can fuck yourself right. you shoved your hand down your boxers and slickened your fingers and used it as a makeshift lube to stroke your cock faster. you moaned into the phone, your face red at your own noises, as well as the responses you were getting from billy. "faggot piggy, stroke your cock faster, faster, faster. billy thinks you sound stupid now. you want billys cock in your ass so bad, you slut." you moaned out a yes to his words, your orgasm drawing nearer as your stomach tensed and tied in heated knots. billys moans got louder, he got more frantic with his noises. animal noises, screams, yelps, girly moans, low growls, any noise you could imagine. the slapping of his own masturbation was almost as loud as his voice now. fuck, it was so hot. and fuck, you were so close.

"billy, fuck. im so close." you moaned desperately into the phone. "piggy slut gonna jizz already? stupid fucking slut. you moan like a bitch." hes one to talk. he continued his verbal assault and his voice began to crack and break, letting you know hes also close. as your orgasm edged you, you nearly yelled into the phone for billy to fuck you. insane words, even more insane context. you heard him spit into the phone his obscenities as he let out a long, loud moan. that was it, that is what you needed. you came undone, twitching against your hand and rutting violently into your palm. your legs shook and you threw your back against the wall for any sort of support. your hand tightened around the phone and you sat still after for a few moments to catch your breath and come down from your high.

after snapping back to reality, you realized the line had went dead. the embarrassment from the situation settled in as you released your soaked hand from your pants. you hung the phone back up and decided a shower was in order, probably a long talk with yourself too. as you got ready for your shower, stripping and looking at yourself in the mirror, you sighed.

god, you pray that stranger calls again.

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bambiparts444 · 11 months ago

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day 2 of being back from winter break. he keeps locking eyes with me. its wild. when I lock eyes with him, I tell myself that in order for that to happen, he would need to be looking at me in the first place.

i have early release during 4th period this semester, so if I have to stay after school for extracurriculars, I sometimes stay in his classroom. today, I didn't, since I was working with another one of my teachers on ap calc stuff. she had to leave to cover a class, so I was by myself working in the library. i thought maybe I should to see him, but I didn't want to seem strange.

i heard the library door open and i turned around. it was him. he smiled at me, and I waved. I'm not exactly sure why he came. the librarian wasn't here today, so you'd think hed just go back to his classroom. it didn't seem like he had any business to do in the library.

he came to chat with me about crime and punishment (the book, you naughty reader), and then he sat down at a table in my line of sight to sip coffee and read whatever book he was reading.

i couldn't help but notice how much I was stumbling over my own words, and tripping over my own feet. I'm never like that, but his mere presence turns me into a different person. i don't know. i find myself more demure around him. maybe I just have been that way lately.

i havent really been talking much to other people, ever since the incident happened with my two (ex) best friends. one texted in the group chat asking if we are just never going to talk again. i saw it but didn't respond. the other asked me this morning if I had seen the text. i said that I hadn't, and then pretended to check my phone. i said nothing more.

i want him to know me. i like him, and even if he doesn't romantically like me, I would at least want to build a school-appropriate relationship with him where we discuss academic topics. i at least want him to know that I'm not just some silly girl, who doesn't talk to anyone, who gets nervous and embarrassingly clumsy talking to him.

im overthinking it all. of course, i know I am. but, the i have the feeling of wondering if maybe he did notice how nervous i am around him. i wonder if he has picked up on my liking towards him. if he did, and he wasn't receptive, then he wouldn't be stopping to stay in the library after seeing that i was there. and he certainly wouldn't be sitting in my line of sight, looking up at me every so often.

i'll ask to stay in his classroom again tomorrow if I don't second-guess myself. this would all be so easier if he initiated conversations with me. if he just invited me to stay with him. if he just decided that he loved me right there and made a move on me. i wouldn't stop him.

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total-killer-brainrot · 1 year ago

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Unrelenting

“Apologise and I might let you fuck me.”

His face went red. It was so cute. This man had surely never apologised in his life. And here you were demanding he beg for your forgiveness. It took an embarrassingly short time for him to come to terms with the request.

“Im-”

You cut him off. Pulling your knife out of your garter and pointing it at him.

“Ah ah… on your knees babe. Show me you're really sorry.” You felt giddy with power as he sank to his knees. Looking up at you with the most adorable look. A mix of regret, embarrassment and arousal. “Oh Johnny…” You purred. “This is a good look for you…”

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Johnny becomes obsessed with you after your last roadside interaction. You might be just as obsessed with him.

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All my fics are also on AO3

Not Beta Read. Rating: Explicit. Length: 5,048. Ship: Johnny Slaughter x You. Fem!Reader. Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Stalking, Masturbation, Murder Kink, Blood,Hate Sex, Submissive Johnny, Dom/sub Undertones, Grinding, Degradation, Begging, Praise Kink, Cunnilingus, Body Worship, Hair Pulling, Vaginal Fingering, Semi-Public Sex, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Biting, Rough Kissing, Soft kissing, Love Confessions, Out of Character Johnny

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Hurt Pride: Part 1 | 2 | 3

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WARNING: There is a VERY minor scene of SA before the smut starts. Nothing happens past kissing. But if you are uncomfortable with that please skip it. Everything with Johnny is consensual.

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It took him two whole hours to get back home. It was fully dark by the time his truck cruised down the dusty familiar driveway. To be fair, part of that was fighting humiliation as he jerked off in the middle of that old country road. It was an unsatisfying finish. Which only humiliated him more. And another hour at least of that journey was sitting in his truck thinking. About her. The sneaky little fox that bested him at his own game. And then every time he pictured her pressing that cute little knife of hers to his throat his jeans would get uncomfortably tight again. And the process would start all over again.

Only Sissy, Nancy and Junior were home when he finally arrived back. Sissy only gave a curious, and judgmental, look to his limp. But he ignored her. Nancy on the other hand fussed over him. Which was the last thing he wanted right now. Insisting he ‘lay down’ and ‘rest’ and some such bullshit. He didn’t need to relax. He needed to find his mystery killer. She plagued his thoughts. He refused to elaborate on his injuries to Nancy. He knew she was just worried about him, but there was no way in hell he was going to willingly face the embarrassment of sharing all the… intimate details with her.

He had to find her. He didn’t know how, if it was even possible at all. But he would. His existence couldn’t continue without this damn girl. He would find her. And marry her. Or kill her. Depending on how he felt in the moment.

You panted heavily. Body slick with sweat and blood pumping so hot through your veins that you felt like you were on fire. Every fibre of your being was buzzing with adrenaline and pure pleasure. You were sure that you must look like a mess. Hair wild and a spaced out happy look on your face. Though you were sure that the man below you didn’t care in the slightest. He was dead after all. And dead people didn’t really care about much.

You ran the hand that wasn’t covered in blood through your hair. Smoothing it down as you checked the entrance to the dark alley for any witnesses that you may have missed. Stepping over his lifeless body, avoiding the ever flowing pool of blood that threatened to ruin your nice shoes, you slipped easily back into the shadows to clean up. Wiping off what blood you could off your blade, hands, and dammit, your nice shoes. The bastard had gotten a splotch of dark red right on the heel.

It took a moment for you to realise you were scowling. That worried you. Typically after a fresh kill you were buzzing for days. But lately it just hadn’t felt the same. Of course, the kill itself was just as euphoric as ever. Driving a blade through someone's gut and watching the life leave their eyes was a feeling you could never quite describe. It fueled you. But instead of riding that high until you made it to the next town, you would find yourself itching for another hit far sooner. Sometimes even on the same night. You cursed as you looked down at your shaking hands. The adrenaline ebbing away and leaving you nervous and paranoid.

You blamed that stupid Johnny fella. You should have killed him. Your head hadn’t been right since you left him on that backwoods road. Every time you sliced into a new victim you found yourself disappointed that they screamed in pain instead of letting out those delicious little moans that you couldn’t stop thinking about.

A frustrated groan bubbled out of you and you stormed back out to kick the lifeless body lying before you.

“Fuck! Fucker!” You plunged your knife back into him. Again and again. Fuck this horrid man who had ruined murder for you. You couldn’t even finish a simple kill without him entering your thoughts. Now you were disappointed that your victims didn’t act like him? You were obsessed! It was ridiculous. You had to get this stupid redneck out of your head before he ruined you properly.

It had been over a week and Johnny was a mess. He hadn’t been able to bring anyone home for dinner. He was getting sloppy with his duties around the old farmhouse. And everyone could tell. They must have thought he was losing his mind. Every time he pictured her perfect face, twisted with pleasure and determination as she rode him. Putting him in his place… He spent a lot of time uncomfortably adjusting his pants. It wasn’t fun.

With an angry yell he slammed down the hood of the car he had been trying to fix for days now. Nothing was working for him. He nearly shoved Sissy right over as he stormed back inside and up to his room.

“Watch it!” She glared as she jumped out of his way. “Just go get your dick wet already! Stop making it everyone else's problem!”

He could kill her. He should kill her for even daring to tell him what to do. The audacity. She was just assuming he was pent up. Usually after a week or so he did get irritable. Especially if Drayton had been on his case about bringing home girls to eat that he had just… spent the night with. But this wasn’t like that. She wasn’t like that. He would never share her with them. If anyone was going to end her life, it would be him.

Back in his room he grabbed a bag, shoving a few clothes and minor supplies in it. His lucky knife, of course. And a few other knives as well, just in case she wanted to have a little fun when he found her. And he would find her. He had decided. He was a tracker. Hunter by nature. He had never had a chase where his prey had such a head start. But he had also never had a victim so important.

Crappy motels like this made you miss having a stable home. In your line of work, going home at the end of a long day was just a fantasy. You wondered how many nights spent sleeping on a cheap, lumpy mattress, or the back of your car, or on a victims couch, you had left in you. One day you would settle down. Maybe marry a nice guy. Kill him later. Play the sad widow at his funeral and live off his money for the rest of your life. That sounded nice. You smiled at the thought as you stared up at the water stained ceiling above you.

You were almost out of Texas now. You had spent far too long in this damned state anyway. Once you were out you could refresh. Forget… him. And move on to better things.

But now you were thinking about him again. Replaying his needy moans as you threatened to cut him up. Your hands drifted lower with a frustrated sigh. He had been so pliant in your hands. Not only would he have let you slit his throat right then and there, he would have liked it. You allowed that scenario to play out in your mind. Gutting him as he whined, cumming untouched before bleeding out beneath you. His last words begging you for more.

Your back arched off the bed as your fingers moved faster on your clit. Pausing only to discard your panties.

He had filled you so well. Like two perfect puzzle pieces. Your fingers would never be enough again after experiencing that cock. But they would have to do for now. One slipping inside as you pressed your thumb over your clit. Quick, dirty and rough. Exactly what you needed. Trying to keep your moans down as you allowed him to take over your brain. You knew he would do anything just to make you happy. And that sent you wild. Of course he would kill for you. Would you kill together? The very notion only made you wetter.

You turned your head to press it into the pillow as you felt your orgasm crest and reach its peak. Hands shaking as the wave of pleasure hit you. But it petered out too quickly. It wasn’t satisfying. You groaned into the pillow. Now you were just messy and still frustrated. Nothing gained.

It wasn’t easy. But it wasn’t as difficult as he had thought. This was different from tracking footprints across his own property. He had to play it smarter. Asking at gas stations, around town, desperate to know if anyone had seen this woman. And just his luck. They had. The thing with small towns is that people notice when someone new arrives. Especially someone odd. And no one was more odd than a serial killer on the run.

In less than two days Johnny was in the same town as her. He just knew it. He had never been this far away from home. But he was across the state. Nancy must be so worried. But she would understand. Once he brought her home it would be clear to all of them why he had been acting so strangely. She could join their little family and kill and butcher to her heart's content.

When he spotted her car in the parking lot of some old motel his heart nearly stopped. He was so close. But he didn’t want a repeat of last time. He would have to play this smart. He couldn’t rely on his old tricks to catch this one. So he parked out of town. Close enough that carrying a body back to it wouldn’t be difficult, but far enough that it would be unlikely that she would spot it. Then he made his way back on foot. Finding a hidden spot to watch the motel for her. She would come or go at some point. And he would know. His body thrumming with excitement at seeing her again.

It was hard to tell if your makeup was even in the dirty mirror of your dirty motel bathroom. You just had to hope. You adjusted your dress. A short little thing that, while it was a tad outdated, was still cute. More suited to the discotheques of the early 60s rather than today's modern age of 1973. But you still looked good. Great even. Enough so that perhaps you could knock out two, maybe even three tonight before retiring to your bed.

As you exited your room you felt a prickle up the back of your neck. Like you were being watched. You surveyed your surroundings slowly. But didn’t spot anyone. This wasn’t an unusual occurrence. Being a wanted murderer on the run tended to lead to some casual paranoia. And while it was against your better judgement, you brushed it off. You had been in this town for less than a day. No one knew you. There was no way anyone had any suspicions about you yet. Tomorrow perhaps they would bring up the mystery new girl in town when they whispered gossip about the bodies discovered that morning. But you would be gone by then.

You shook your hair out to rid yourself of the feeling. Then started walking down the street to the small nightclub you had spotted when you arrived. Despite the town’s size and desertedness, the club was bustling. All the local youth letting loose on a Saturday night.

Before even hunting for a target you allowed yourself to relax. Have a drink, just one of course, to keep a clear head, and dance. The music was good. Loud and funky. Very few radio stations in the local area played new music. Mostly news reports and oldies that didn’t particularly interest you. So it was nice to enjoy some good tunes and let your hair down for one night. Who knows when you would get this opportunity again.

She was even more perfect than Johnny remembered. Her hair styled, makeup done. That dress was far too short to be fair. He was shocked that every guy that saw her wasn’t bending over backwards to get in her panties. Not that he would let any of them. He owned that pussy even if she didn’t know it yet. But surely it went against even cosmic rule that existed to let a woman as perfect as that pass you by like it was nothing.

You were grinning. It had been weeks since you had smiled genuinely without a dead body at your feet. The music beating inside you intune with your heart. And you had spotted a victim. He kept glancing at you. Giving a smarmy grin and a wink whenever you meet eyes. Gross. But useful. After a while of making eyes at him from across the club you nodded for the bathroom. His eyes widened for a moment in surprise before nodding quickly and following you inside.

His hands were on you as soon as the door was locked. You gasped as he pushed you up against the sink, his lips pressing against yours sloppily. You placed your hands on his chest, trying to push him off so you would have a chance to think. To grab your blade. But he gripped both your wrists, groaning as he pressed closer to you.

“So… pretty…” he mumbled between messy kisses. He was strong. You hadn’t been expecting this. He looked easy. But you couldn’t pull your arms away. And he wasn’t giving you an opportunity to speak. Panic rose in your throat for a second but you pushed it down. You were better than this. You had been in much more dangerous situations with much more dangerous men. Johnny flashed into your mind. Then he flashed in front of your eyes.

The scum on top of you squeaked, then gurgled as blood splattered across your face. You blinked in surprise as he was pulled off you. The knife lodged in his throat being tugged out roughly and plunged back into his chest. You could only watch in stunned surprise as Johnny butchered him. He looked manic. Already covered in blood. Eyes wide and crazy as his knife punctured the man's stomach over and over again. It took you far too long to sink in that he was here. In front of you. Crammed in this tiny club bathroom with you. Killing your mark. You scowled as he stepped off the mutilated body. He looked up at you, grinning eagerly. The smile faltered when he saw your furious expression.

“What the fuck Johnny. He was mine.” You spat through grit teeth. He stared at you for a moment. Confused by your reaction. It took him a moment to snap out of it and glare back.

“You’re kidding right? I just saved your sorry ass.” He jabbed a bloody finger into your chest as he got in your face. Crowding you back against the sink again. Though this time you didn’t mind so much.

“ Saved me? Excuse you. I had that under control. Who are you to decide when I need saving?” You jabbed him back. He was so hot. Inches away from your face and covered in blood. You were already soaked.

He kissed you.

You kissed back.

He was rough, controlling. But one harsh bite to his bottom lip and he backed off. Allowing you to take charge of the kiss. It made you smirk. Even all hyped up on the kill he would submit to you easily.

You pressed a knee up between his legs and he groaned weakly. Rutting against it like he hadn’t cum in weeks. By the desperate look in his eyes he probably hadn’t. His hands roamed over your body. Desperate to commit it to memory as he grinded against your knee. You laughed against his lips.

“You’re like a fucking dog…” You gripped his hair to pull him back, forcing his neck to crane back uncomfortably. He panted heavily. Blood smeared with your lipstick across his mouth. “Chased me all this way just to steal my kill and rut against me like a needy mutt…” You were being mean. But you knew he liked that. Especially since he was starting to whimper. So quietly you could barely hear it over the music from back in the club.

You pushed him off you, lifting yourself up to sit on the edge of the sink. Keeping one leg up, pushing against his chest to keep him away from you.

“Apologise and I might let you fuck me.”

“Im-”

You cut him off. Pulling your knife out of your garter and pointing it at him.

“Ah ah… on your knees, babe. Show me you're really sorry.” You felt giddy with power as he sank to his knees. Looking up at you with the most adorable look. A mix of regret, embarrassment and arousal. “Oh Johnny…” You purred. “This is a good look for you…”

He took a deep breath, glancing down at the body laying lifeless next to him before back up to meet your eyes.

“I’m… sorry. I thought… I thought you needed help. He was touching you! What… What was I supposed to do? Watch him have his way with you? Darlin’ you know I couldn’t do that…”

You stayed quiet for a while. Watching him fidget uncomfortably under you glare.

“Have his way with me?” You repeated. Digging your high heel into his chest a little harder. Just to make him uncomfortable. “Baby, what if I wanted him to fuck me?” Of course you would never. But watching it dawn on his face was a wonderful feeling. As he realised he may have just interrupted a perfectly regular hook up.

Your heel trailed down his abdomen to press up against the bulge in his jeans roughly. Making his breath hitch. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment as you held it there. His hips jutting forward ever so slightly as he fought the urge to grind against you.

“You’re lucky you're hot. Because I will allow you to make it up to me.” His eyes shot open once again. Eager to please. You nearly burst out laughing. But you managed to keep your cool. Your empty hand reached out for him. “Give me your knife.”

Johnny hesitated. His blade was as much a part of him as his own arm. To give it up would be to give up part of himself. He would never even consider it if it had been anyone else. But you… who had haunted his dreams since you had met. Who had ruined his life, and saved it, at the same time. He placed the large blade into your waiting palm. A symbol of true trust. If you were to kill him now, he would accept it. He wouldn’t want to go any other way. As a fellow killer, you understood the true significance to this action. You placed the blade carefully in the sink behind you. Safe for now, and out of his reach.

“Good boy.” He practically glowed at the praise. And you had to hold yourself back from getting on the floor with him and kissing him like your life depended on it. Instead you calmly spread your legs. Removing your heel so he could move once again. “Eat me out, and I might let you fuck me after. If you do good.”

He nodded quickly. The instructions set in stone in his mind. You were expecting him to get to work right away. Chasing the prospect of his own pleasure. But instead he started slow. Lifting one of your legs and slowly kissing up your calf to your inner thigh. His tongue darting out to clean up any blood splatter left there. Savouring the taste just as much as you savoured his lips. He was gentle as he guided your hips up, allowing him to tug down your panties. But instead of diving right in he returned to pressing gentle kisses over your inner thighs. His large hands resting under your knees to keep your legs lifted and spread apart.

You bit your lip gently. Closing your eyes to the soft touches. Nearing your core then moving away before he ever reached it. He was so good at driving you crazy. A whine escaped your throat and you felt him leave you. But before you could scold him you felt his lips close over your clit. Sucking for a brief moment before licking over the sensitive bud.

“Oh fuck…” you breathed out, your free hand reaching down to grip his hair tight. Making him groan against you. Sending wonderful vibrations through your clit and up your spine. You rolled your hips up against his tongue with a soft moan. You thought you maybe felt him smile. Probably proud of making you crumble at his touch. You were still in total control of course. But you allowed him this. Let him command your body with his touch.

Your gaze returned to his face. Surprised to see he was watching you closely. You grinned down at him, before breaking again with another moan. He mumbled against you quietly.

“Can I use my fingers?”

You raised an eyebrow at his request. “You may.” Biting your lip as you felt those gorgeous long fingers prod at your entrance. Quickly tacking on at the end before you lost yourself again. “Good boy for asking.”

He preened, slipping two fingers inside you easily then returning his attention to your clit as he curled them slowly. You rocked up to meet his mouth. Your gasps and whines filling the small room. He was watching your every move. Discovering exactly how you liked it and repeating it skillfully until your head was fuzzy and your thighs were shaking.

His fingers curled once again, hitting that sweet spot inside you just as he put the right amount of pressure on your clit. You came. Hard. You pulled his hair much harsher than you meant to as your orgasm rocked you. But he loved that. Moaning with you as you rolled your hips against his tongue and rode the wave of pleasure. It was exactly what you had needed. That itch you had been trying to scratch since you had left him on the side of the road finally sated.

You leaned back until your head rested on the mirror behind you. Body going lax as he gazed up at you from between your legs. You smiled down at him as you got your breathing under control. His mouth and chin were wet with your slick. He seemed to also be out of breath. So caught up in your pleasure that his own arousal was hitting him all at once. He didn’t even try to touch himself. So obedient.

“So good baby…” You cooed. Gesturing for him to get to his feet and sitting up properly to reach for his belt. “So… good…” You mumbled between kisses. Tasting yourself on his lips. Tugging his jeans and boxers down just enough. Your leg hooked over his hip to pull him closer. Abandoning your own knife so that you could cup his cheek and tug on his hair at the same time. Kissing him deeper. Blood and arousal on his tongue driving you wild. His hands on your hips, lifting you and pulling you close enough for his cock to slide inside of you. Not as much of a stretch as last time. As he had fully prepared you with his fingers and you were already dripping from your orgasm. Still it nearly knocked the breath out of you. Eyes rolling back into your head as he paused inside him.

He broke the kiss to rest his head against your chest with a low groan. You ran your fingers through his hair and scratched his scalp gently. Allowing him a moment to enjoy being surrounded by you again.

“Needed this so… so fucking bad…” he gasped out against your collarbone. Lips pressing lazy kisses there as he moved, slow, shallow thrusts inside you. “Please… let me cum this time… Please…” you glanced down, surprised he was begging with no prompting. He shook his head gently. “I think I will finally lose my mind if you don't let me…” You could tell he was being sincere. He was so whipped that he couldn’t face another day without finishing inside you.

That mean streak inside you flared up though. With a soft hum you tilted your head. Watching him struggle to contain his arousal.

“If you fuck me good, baby, then sure.”

He broke with a groan, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back into you. It took your breath away. Then he did it again before you could even recover from the first one. Building a fast and relentless rhythm. Your head dropped back against the mirror once again with a long

moan. His cock splitting you open in the best way possible.

Johnny moved how his head rested on your chest so that he could bite and suck at your collarbone and shoulder. If you were in your right mind you would tell him off. Maybe even punish him a little. But you couldn’t bring yourself to even bother. Allowing him to claim you in a small way. Now it was his turn for his moans to fill the room. So lost to your warm tightness that he was drawing near his peak fast. Shuddering as each thrust nearly threw him over the edge. Though a thought kept nagging at the back of his mind. If he came before you, even though you had cum already, you would be angry. And leave. Again. But on the other hand, if he made sure you finished a second time before he could even once, you could leave him hard and helpless once again. Neither option was appealing. But he had never once taken his own pleasure over his partners. Even in such a vital situation as this.

All the pretty victims that had fallen to his lucky knife he had at least granted the decency of a good fuck beforehand. And even though there was no chance he would kill you now, he wanted to make sure you were fully pleased. His own sanity be damned. He bit down on your shoulder hard at the same time as his thumb found your clit.

You were already so sensitive. And the sudden shock of pain and pleasure very nearly had you tumbling into another orgasm. Your thighs squeezing his waist as you cried out his name. Your nails clawing down his back. This all only encouraged him to thrust faster. Harder. Fucking into you like his life depended on it. Despite your efforts to stay in control of your own body you reached your second peak embarrassingly fast. Arching your back against his chest as another wave washed over you and sent your reeling.

“Oh my… Johnny… Fuck!” You clenched around his cock and heard him let out a shuddering groan. He was so pent up. So frustrated over the last couple weeks of chasing you down. It all came to a head and a weak whimper escaped his throat as he finished inside you. His thrusts faltering before slowing to a stop inside you. You were too out of it to even care.

You both rested there. Panting heavily and entangled in eachothers arms. You pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek and felt him smile where his head laid on your chest. It was an oddly soft moment. Soft for a post sex cuddle in a dirty nightclub bathroom with a dead body lying on the floor at your feet.

Johnny slowly pulled away from you. Staying inside you but leaning back to look you in the eyes. He had an unusually sentimental look in his eye. And despite how little you had known him, you knew it was worrying.

“Come with me…” he whispered. As if he spoke too loud he might scare you off. “Please. I won’t hurt you… I promise, darlin’. I just need you… always.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips before you could answer. You smiled gently. You had never wanted to be tied down. But maybe things could be different. You held his face carefully and pulled him away from you. Making him look you in the eye.

“Johnny baby… I like you. I really do. I…” You paused, thinking over your words very carefully. “I think I do want to be with you. But you can’t ask me to give up the things I love.” You glanced down at the body at his feet and gestured in frustration. “I don’t need ‘protecting’ or whatever you buff macho brain has come up with…” He blinked in surprise. Then barked out a nervous laugh.

“Are you kidding? Baby doll, that's why I want you.” He kissed you again and grinned almost menacingly. “I want to watch you kill… I want to do it together. I promise I won’t ever get in your way again…” his hands drifted down to your hips. “My family would… well I wouldn’t say love you… they’re not too fond of outsiders… but once you show them what you can do, baby. They’ll understand your value.”

You snorted and raised an eyebrow. “You got a family of backwood killers out here in the middle of nowhere Texas? Why am I not surprised…”

He grinned. Proud to finally share this with you.

“Come with me. We can make hell.”

You were interrupted by a loud pounding on the door. The two of you had been occupying the club's only bathroom for far too long now. You glanced at each other nervously.

“Get us out of here safe and you have a deal.”

He kissed you once again, reaching behind you to pluck his knife out of the sink.

#texas chainsaw massacre #johnny slaughter #johnny slaughter x reader #johnny slaughter x you #TKB Fics

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bravevolunteer · 1 year ago

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@nineliabilityrisk asked: [scenarios meme] medic (reverse) / surprise / guest - jeremy (if youre picking up what im putting down, jer finding an injured mike at his place...) // a comprehensive list of scenarios

MEDIC : for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured. SURPRISE : for one muse to come home and find the other already inside. GUEST : for one muse to offer the other a place to stay.

MICHAEL HARDLY EVEN REALIZES where he's headed until he already finds himself at the familiar doorstep. Of course, a part of him must have known, though if he truly thought about it beyond continuing to move, he's not sure if he would have made it to Jeremy's place. Seeking out help is something entirely separate from any option Michael has ever considered himself worthy of, reluctance to do so hammered into him time and time again— every attempt met with shame, violence, and guilt, how else was he ever meant to take it? It's pathetically weak of him, and anyone who might think otherwise... if Michael were to let them in, he would only drag them further into his destruction until they're swallowed by it. He's seen it, caused it time and time again, refuses to rely on anyone else.

Except, this time, he's run out of options.

The fight itself was stupid ( he only realizes this in hindsight, never thinking through his choices enough until it's too late ), Michael is already cursing himself for even getting into it. He should be used to the stares by now, whispers follow him everywhere he goes and his reputation in Hurricane is no secret to most. It shouldn't even bother him as much as it does, not with the blame he already carries, but the confrontation dug it's way under his skin enough for Michael to throw the damn punch ( it hit, hard, though only dread filled him as he watched his opponent spit out blood, and Michael fucking froze ). One against four, even when holding his ground he didn't stand much of a chance, not when they were fueled by sudden justification to beat the shit out of the town murderer, either. Each hit sent bursts of pain rippling through his body, embarrassingly left to do what he could to shield himself on the ground, until they decided to declare the fight won and left him ( though not without a threat to make sure he'd shut his mouth about it, anyone could easily spin it into defending themselves against someone as unstable as Michael, after all ).

He's unsure how long it too him to even get up— just breathing hurt like a motherfucker, a sharp sting in his ribs with each attempt. Wiping the blood from his nose ( hand shaking in pain ), the realization that he wouldn't be able to patch this up himself hit. No god damn way he was going to his father who would only berate him for it, and Henry... the thought of burdening him further made him sick with guilt.

So he dragged himself up, and kept walking, ignoring the pull of his injuries until he ends up at the only place he could go.

Staring at the door ( he should leave, he should just go and do it himself ), Michael's breathing is labored, clutching his own torso with one hand— no doubt bruised to hell— ...and finally knocking with the other. He fails to swallow the lump in his throat as he waits, until Jeremy opens the door.

"Hey..." Michael exhales, trying to blink away the blurriness as he sways in place. He doesn't even have much time to gauge Jeremy's reaction before the vertigo hits— "Shit- sorry—" and he starts to fall at the doorway.

#dumbass who i have to beat the shit out of to actually go seek help #⁂ ･ﾟ: and through it all the rise and fall the bodies in the streets ➛ in character #nineliabilityrisk #⁂ ･ﾟ: i feel more free than i have in years‚ six feet in the ground ➛ answered #⁂ ･ﾟ: do you ever think of me and my two hands and wonder why? ➛ queue #violence tw #injury tw

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saeyoungs-angel · 3 years ago

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⨳ hindering studies — mha

starring. bakugou & you

plot. your grumpy bestfriend tells you he's busy after class, yet you give no fucks—letting yourself in, you wait in his dorm so you can simply vibe to his music and pen scribbling.

genre. fluff, comfort(?)

cw. swearing obviously, reader had a bad day, maybe ooc bakugou? not rly sure but kinda

notes. found a nice little video on yt that followed this plot just a bit, though ive added alot to it lol. thought sleeping in his bed while he studied sounded nice asf so here u are! feedback on how i write him is extremely helpful, and im sorry if u dont like or know these songs! u can replace them with others if ud like:)

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! <3

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“what’re you even doin’ here?”

wrapped up in his duvet, bakugou’s gruff voice drags you out of your once half-asleep state. you lift your head slightly and give him no answer, eyes raking over his mien of annoyance. he sighs, shoving off his shoes aggressively.

“you know i’m busy, so why do you keep hangin’ around like a lost puppy dog or some shit?”

his words of irritation would sting if you didn’t know any better—he enjoys your presence, atleast more than anyone else’s. he may still claim you’re an extra, but his sleepy murmurs on the nights neither of you can sleep say otherwise. you huff loud enough for bakugou to hear, his mirage of disliking you is embarrassingly fake.

“don’t mind me, i’m not even here.”

“whatever.” he grumbles, beginning the trek around his dorm to find his studying supplies. his notes, a pencil or two, and his speaker—the last part is very important. as his digits land on the object, you can’t help but sit up abruptly.

“wait! can i play a song this time, too?” your voice is woven in excitement, hoping to flaunt your music taste. while it isn't very far from his, you have a couple songs that you feel he might enjoy.

he shoots a glare your way. “no.”

he presses the on button firmly as you plead in the background, “just one! please, kats?”

“fine, just put it on the queue and go back to fuckin’ sleep so i can study.” you feverishly snatch his phone at this, bakugou grumbling once again after caving in at the use of his nickname.

handing his device back, you hands brush briefly and you have to force yourself to think of other things, a blush creeping onto your cheeks at the feeling of the minute contact. even though you’ve both fallen asleep beside each other, you still fluster easily.

hopping back into his bed, it creaks softly with the movement. as you rest your head on his pillow, a beat begins to fill the room. ghosting by mother mother, you can immediately recognize it considering you adore the song. you mumble a ‘love this song’ as you snuggle further into the sheets.

bakugou only responds with ‘tch’, but he knows you do, and that may be the reason why he’s so fond of it—you like it, of course. his brows are furrowed together as the pencil drags across his paper, faint music adding to the soothing ambience.

he slightly adjusts the volume, upping it a bit as he knows it’s not super late and no one’s sleeping. your eyes begin to feel heavy, moments before your song pops on the list.

insomniac by memo boy, your current fixation. the first few beats play out and you thrum along with it, drumming your fingers on bakugou’s silky black sheets. your eyes are now screwed shut vehemently with the music, a smile gracing your features as bakugou speaks up.

“i’ve heard this before.” his tone is efficacious at hiding how he feels about it, signaling a small frown on your face.

“do you like it?”

there’s a beat of silence from him and your frown deepens.

“..it’s okay.” this time, he sounds reluctant to admit those words. thankfully, you understand bakugou language, a grin forming on your lips as you now achieved your goal—he likes the song you showed him, and is probably adding it to his playlist.

you stifle a laugh with his pillow, “yeah, yeah. i’ll remember that when i hear it down the hall.”

“shut it, dumbass.”

you hum in acknowledgement, a wide smile plastered on your face as you shift from your previous position. as bakugou’s new favorite song ends(simply because it’s your favorite), the room quiets, save for the scribbles of his pencil here and there.

“you gonna play another song? the silence is deafening, katsuki.” while you’re only teasing, the silence does feel a bit odd—you can just slightly hear crickets chirping outside his window.

“don't be stupid, ’course i am. just go back to sleep or somethin’.” you can practically hear the miniature smile in his words, the banter between you both never fails to raise your mood and vise-versa.

with that, you register his phone being placed back down onto his desk, jealous by eyedress bouncing around the dorm. you hum along, the mellow yet vibrant beat finally enervates you into sleep.

bakugou swivels in his chair to converse with you about a question, only to find your eyes closed peacfully as soft breathes escape your barely parted lips.

being solicitous of your well-being and knowing you need the rest, he lowers the volume by a bit, eyes leering on your sleeping form for a moment more that he intended. you just look so adorable, wrapped up in his blanket so peacefully like you are—though, he’ll take that thought to his grave.

after while, you stir in your sleep, the bed creaking as extra weight is placed upon it. “katsuki..?” you murmur, raising a hand to rub your eyes.

“shh, go back to sleep, idiot.”

his voice is hushed, causing you to smile up at him in the now dark dorm-room. “m’kay.”

shuffling around to wrap your arms around him, you notice he’s adorning one of his famous tank tops. was he planning to nap with you? contently, you begin to drift off once more before his voice draws you out of sleep.

“hey, (y/n)?”

you nod into his chest, figuring he can feel it. bakugou stalls for a moment, and that’s when you realize he’s put insomniac quietly on replay. the revelation causes your heart to flutter, though you tell yourself it’s simply because he likes it enough to play it this much.

he clears his throat, “did you, um, have a shitty day or somethin’?”

his question throws you off, causing you to shift uncomfortably on his side. you nod again, before correcting yourself.

“well, i wouldn’t say it was shitty, just not ideal.”

“the way you said that frames it as a shitty day.”

“‘m sorry.” you bury yourself further into him, wishing you could just skip class tomorrow and lay in bed with him instead.

he frowns, not that you can see. “don’t apologize, dumbass. if you had a shitty day, then you had a shitty day. the thing that matters is that you got through it, alright?” he tightens his grip on your torso, rubbing your arm in attempted comfort.

even with his usually boorish attitude, he has a way with his words when he’s worried. he can feel you grin against him, and he knows he’s done a good job—he made you smile and that was his goal, now he can nap with you in peace.

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abyss-sss · 3 years ago

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Jealous Senku Hc’s

Pairing: Senku x Reader

Summary: Senku is just a little jealous of how close Gen is to you...

Word Count: 760

Genre: fluff, jealousy

A/n: Just a lil something because i wanted to write something lazily. Im also IN LOVE with Senku lmao.

-Senku noticed how close Gen was gettin to you. -After dating for months he had faith that you would never cheat- he did not have the same faith that Gen wouldn't make a move on *his* y/n. -He just stares evilly at Gen from afar, not wanting to make a scene. -Gen completely notices of course and honestly he's so entertained. He doesn't have feelings for you but seeing this side of Senku is a once in a lifetime chance. -Whenever Senku divvies out tasks to everyone, Gen will always volunteer to work with you. -Senku does his best to shut him down and assign him a different, worse task. -"I'll go with y/n chan!" -"Actually I need you to sort through these materials." Senku then points to a massive pile of materials. -Gen looks so defeated. "O-oh. Okay." -When Gen does wind up on a task with you he'll sit really close to you on a log and share his coat with you. -Senku tries to keep his cool but when you two get *too* cozy he'll make an effort to break you up. -"Gen, I thought you were sorting through that pile." -"Ah! No worries, Senku-chan! I'm just keeping Y/n warm!" -You're kinda oblivious to the silent war going on between them. Gen's your bff and Senku knows you'd never do anything to hurt him so it just doesn't occur to you that he's jealous.. -Senku gets distracted way more frequently, mixing in too much of something or banging his finger while building something. -The poor guy is aggravated. -He'll hug you more to make a point. He *hates* pda but if it's in Gen's view he'll hug you from behind or take your hand in his. -You're kind of happy because although you've noticed Senku is acting differently, he's been doting on you more and doing couple-y stuff that he never would have done before. -He says "I love you" more. At first it started as him whispering it and blushing until he grew more confident and he'll just say it anytime. -You'll catch him working and saying "That damn mentalist." -Gen lives for this drama and he notices that y/n is getting more attention from Senku. -Gen wants to kick it up a notch to see what happens. -He starts leaving flowers and gifts at your door to provoke Senku. -Senku kicks them and throws them into a bush. -If it goes Senku's way, you'll never even see any flowers. -"Senku, why are there flower petals everywhere?" -"Eh? No reason." -Gen finally starts getting bored and he decides to go for a grand finale to his teasing. -In the middle of the day, Gen tells you to meet him at the center of the village. -People are kind of paying attention to you two, wondering why Gen is holding your hand. -Gen places your hand on his heart and opens his mouth... -"Y/n-" -Senku catches a glance at that and grabs a branch off a bush, running towards you and Gen. -"Gen you bastard mentalist!" -Senku smacks him on the head a few times before looking at him. -"Now what the hell are you doing with my girlfriend." -Gen sighs, "Aw we were just getting to the good part..." -Senku is kind of confused. -You're extra confused, wondering why Senku is acting so un-Senku-like. -"Ah, I was just going to ask y/n if she could get you to make me some Cola." -Gen is beaming, looking innocent as if he hasn't been messing with Senku this whole time. Lol. -Senku goes red and realizes he started a scene. -"Oh." -Senku grabs your hand murmuring a "Come on, y/n" and embarrassingly walks off with you. -Gen watches you both walking away and gives you a wink. -"What was that about, Senku." You say after he closes the door to the science cabin. -"Gen was ten billion percent flirting with you!" He's pouting but still holding your hand. -"Awww are you jealous?" So that's why he was doting on you lately. -"No." -"You were." You smile. -"Was not." -You totally were jealous." you push. -"Fine! I was!" He exclaims. "Now shut up and kiss me!." -And kiss him you did. -You spend the rest of the day working with him and cuddling inside to keep warm. -After that day Gen never makes a move on you again(except when he does-) -Actually he doesn't stop, he just doesn't do it anymore. -Either way, Senku will always be there to hug you close when Gen gets just a *little* too comfy.

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wandaromanova · 3 years ago

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can i request wandanat x r? r wants to propose to wandanat and has been sneaking around to hide her plans of proposal. wandanat thinks r is cheating and maybe leaves her? you decide but angst please and i just love all your work i can't stop re reading them💕

Ruined

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: cussing, arguing, very slight violence, cheating allegations

A/N: hi! thank you for your request! im flattered to know that you love and re read my work! i may or may not have intentionally left this on a cliffhanger whoops 🤭 <3

Ruined | Regret

Word Count: 1.8K | masterlist

(gif is not mine)

You had first met Wanda and Natasha when you were tasked with being the Avengers’ liaison. You were tasked to handpick missions that you believed required the attention of the heroes and assigned team members onto those missions.

You worked very closely with the team, you even lived with them in the compound for convenience. In the time spent working for them, you had grown super close to everyone; most especially Nat and Wanda.

It first started off with the pair going into your office, always asking for missions. You had found it odd considering they never took a break. You didn’t understand why they’d seek out missions when they were clearly exhausted. You figured that maybe they just loved helping people so much that they got excited and anxious for missions, but little did you know what their true intentions were.

They wanted to spend time with you. They wanted to observe you close up and not across a conference table. They wanted to know everything there was to know about you. As creepy as it was, they wanted to get close enough to know what you smelt like. They wanted to know what your lips tasted like. They wanted the relationship with you to surpass professionalism.

Eventually, the two Avengers stopped asking for missions when they came in; they just went to your office for the sake of going there. They’d bring you various lunches every single day and shower you with small compliments.

You’d brushed it off as the women being very good friends that just so happened to be flirts. You were wrong. They were interested in you, in the same way you were in them. You couldn’t help but admire the two beautiful women.

Their green eyes, fit bodies, and kind smiles were a recipe for disaster, in the best way possible. With one look, you’d drop to your knees and do whatever they wanted. They just had to say the word and you would do it, no hesitation. Yeah, it sounds absolutely ridiculous, but it’s painfully and embarrassingly true.

Over the course of time, you had grown closer to Wanda and Nat. Your daily lunches turned into daily movie nights and dinners too. You saw them all the time and you didn’t mind it one bit.

They finally asked you out after a year of spending time with and getting closer to you. It was safe to say, you instantly agreed with a smile on your face as you let out an, “of course! fucking finally!”

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Now, you had been dating the two women for five years. Yeah, it’s been a long ass time, but it still wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to spend forever with Wanda and Nat.

You wanted to get an actual house in the suburbs together. Not an apartment in the middle of New York, but a place you could call home. You craved the domesticity of it all.

You wanted to settle down and have kids with them somehow; whether it be by adoption or via surrogate. You just wanted to have a family of your own with the two woman you loved more than anyone or anything in the universe.

So, you’ve been sneaking around trying to keep your secret, well… a secret. You were planning on proposing to your girlfriends. Yes, this was a very huge step in a relationship, but you felt as though it was the right time. You guys had been together for five years! You were practically married to them already!

You would sneak off suddenly during your usual movie nights with Wanda and Nat or before breakfast to go and meet with different jewelers. You didn’t want to go into a store and buy their rings. That was not an option in the slightest. They were special and deserved special rings. They needed rings that were as unique and one of a kind as they were. It’s what Wanda and Nat deserved.

So, you were constantly leaving, whether it be early in the morning or the late hours of the night, on the search for someone who could make your ideas for their rings, a reality. You would hide your phone from Wanda and Nat’s view and even changed your passcode in order to prevent them from finding out. You’d face your phone down whenever you left it in a room with the pair, as well.

Unfortunately, in your excitement of what was to come, you didn’t realize how suspicious your behavior had been. You figured that you were being pretty discreet, coming up with pretty believable excuses. You even had some of the team help you with your lies, since you let them know what you had planned.

However, you forgot you were dating a world class spy and a witch. You were wrong, obviously. As each day passed, your girlfriends worried and assumed the worst. They let their minds spiral and searched for worst case scenarios. The worst one of all seeming the most likely; infidelity. They came to the conclusion that you were cheating on them.

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Natasha and Wanda cried to one another on one of the nights you bolted off and zoomed out of the apartment with a lame excuse.

Wanda sat on the couch as Nat held her in her arms. They both had tears cascading down their faces as their thoughts were plagued by you; by your supposed betrayal.

“How? How could she do this to us? After everything we’ve been through? She’s goes and cheats on us?” Wanda spoke brokenly as she released a sob. Natasha pulled Wanda closer, the Sokovian woman placing her head in the crook of Nat’s neck.

“I don’t know. I really don’t know, Wanda. All I know is, this can’t go on any longer.” Natasha spoke, trying to keep her voice steady, but her voice failed her. She came out shaky as the sadness and hurt seeped in. You had betrayed them, or so they thought.

They sat there in the same position, waiting for your return. Finally, four hours later. You had come back to the apartment.

You were ecstatic as you made your way up to the front door. You finally found a jeweler that could make the perfect rings for Wanda and Nat! You couldn’t wait to get on one knee and present the rings to the two women who would forever hold your heart. You were over the moon excited right now.

However, your joy was quickly wiped away the second you stepped foot into the apartment. You took in the sight of Wanda and Natasha on the couch, staring at you with dried and fresh tears on their faces. You instantly shut the door and tossed your keys onto the counter as you rushed towards your girlfriends worriedly.

“Nat, Wands, what’s wrong loves?” You asked as you approached them, but Natasha abruptly stood up before you could get too close.

“Don’t you take another fucking step!” Nat snapped at you, and you stumbled backwards a little, in total shock. Your concern increased as you looked between the fuming redhead and the heartbroken looking brunette.

“Did something happen? What’s wrong?” You were so confused and desperately wanted to comfort your girlfriends. You don’t recall doing anything that could anger and upset them this much.

“Yeah, something happened. Our girlfriend is a fucking pathetic, cheating ass bitch who can’t keep it in her pants.” Natasha spoke with venom dripping from her tone. You literally let out a gasp, her words physically hurting you.

“What the hell are you talking about? I’m not cheating on you guys! I love you both more than you guys could even imagine!” You raised your voice, getting frustrated with the situation.

Wanda suddenly stood up and stuck beside Nat. She stared at you with anger clouding her sadness now.

“You’re not cheating on us? Then why the hell have you been running off at weird hours of the day? Why have you been hiding your phone from us?” Wanda began to fire a bunch of questions towards you.

You froze in your place. The answers to their questions weren’t what they thought they would be. The true answers were the complete opposite of cheating, you were acting weird because you were planning on proposing! But you couldn’t tell them that!

You stood silently as the two women stared at you, breathing heavily. They took your silence as confirmation of their suspicions.

“We fucking knew it. You’re a fucking joke, Y/N. Were we not enough for you? Was two women not enough for you?” Wanda inched her way towards you, eyes glowing red.

You backed away, not in fear, but in sadness. You really wished you could tell them the real reasons behind your behavior, but you couldn’t without blowing up your surprise.

“Did you really think you could go behind our backs without us noticing?” Wanda continued to stalk towards you, like she was about to murder you.

“I swear to you both, I would never, ever, cheat on you guys. You’re both more than enough for me. You’re my home, I’d never jeopardize that.” You tried to convince your girlfriends to believe you, but they weren’t having it.

“Stop lying to us!” Wanda screamed out as she sent you flying back with a scarlet colored blast as she used her powers on you. Your back connected with the front door as you groaned. That was going to be a huge bruise later, for sure.

“I’m not lying. When have I ever lied to you both, huh? Why the fuck would I start now?” You asked exasperatedly as you stood up slowly. You cringed at the pain radiating from your back.

“And here you go again, more lies coming out of your slutty mouth. The fucking nerve you have, Why don’t you go and fuck whoever you’ve been seeing and leave us alone?” Natasha spoke as she moved forward, placing her hand firmly on Wanda’s waist.

Before you even have the chance to speak, Wanda opened the door with her powers and tossed you out of the apartment. She abruptly slammed the door in your face. Wanda and Nat’s angry, pain-filled faces and scarlet colored magic being the last things you saw before the door blocked your vision with a harsh slam.

You sat on the ground in front of the door in shock. They thought you were cheating on them. They didn’t want anything do with you now. What the fuck were you supposed to do now? What did this mean for your proposal? Should you cancel on the jeweler? Or should you hold out hope and pray that they’ll hear you out eventually?

All you did know was that your proposal had been ruined regardless. Whether you told them about your plans or not, the moment was doomed the minute they began to suspect cheating.

Withholding the information from them, caused them to push you away. But now that you look at it, if you had just told them about the proposal, you’d at least be in their arms right now and not on the floor of your apartment complex hallway with tears streaming down your face.

You were at a loss, and you didn’t know if you could gain back the trust of the women you loved.

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kingsansa · 3 years ago

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505?

😞😞

Ex gratia

words: 1804

tags: modern setting, future arranged marriage, pining

His secretary is a woman.

She’s not abnormally good looking, which is embarrassingly enough, a huge relief to her. She’s tiny and mousy haired with these huge, owlish eyes that widen fractionally at the sight of her. Almost imperceptibly. She knows exactly who she is.

Sansa won’t insult her intelligence.

“Hello.” She grips the twine handle of the take out bag until it digs into the skin of her palm. “I’m here to see Jon Targaryen.”

“You don’t have an appointment.”

It’s not said rudely, and it’s not said like a question, either. As a matter of fact, it’s more like she's saying it to herself, trying to figure out the best course of action. Still, Sansa blushes.

Should she have called first?

“No.” She confirms, hesitantly. “I just came to drop something off. It won’t take long.”

The secretary bites her lip.

Her hand hovers over the keyboard of her desk phone, right before she presses down on a single button, and clears her throat.

She’s wearing a simple, thin, gold wedding band on her left ring finger.

That relief rises up again, almost staggering.

“Mr. Targaryen?” She leans in to say.

Her reply comes several beats of uncomfortable silence later, weary and irritable.

“What?”

The secretary looks like she’s trying her very best not to grimace. That alone makes Sansa want to tell her to forget about the whole thing. But it’s too late.

“Your girlfriend’s here to see you.”

It’s quiet for so long, that the secretary’s finger is moving to press down on the grey button again when his voice comes crackling through the phone speakers.

“She is?”

Shock. Surprise. But not displeasure, or annoyance. Not yet.

That gives her hope.

“Yes, she is.” His secretary answers, tentative. “Should I send her in, or would you like me to wait?”

Another pause, but this time brief.

“Send her in.”

It’s a concentrated effort, to hide her sigh of relief.

The secretary doesn’t. In fact, she even smiles a little , she’s so relieved. “You can head in. It’s just straight ahead, at the end of the hall.”

“Thank you.�� Sansa tells her. “What was your name?”

She blushes. “Gilly.”

“Thank you, Gilly.”

Her smile inches a little wider, almost sheepish.

There are several offices straight ahead, down the hall, so Sansa finds herself quite glad Gilly specified. She nearly runs smack into a group of rumpled looking lawyers coming from the very same direction she’s heading in. They all seem determined not to look her in the eye, even as they apologize profusely. She doesn’t even have time to tell them that it’s alright, because they’re already gone.

The door at the end of the office is ajar. His name is stenciled on the glass im black. She’s wondering if she should knock, but then she sees him first.

He’s standing behind his desk, handing off a brown folder to an older, tall, white haired man. He’s not just older, he’s old. His beard is completely white, and he has a solemn, craggy face that intimidates her more than a little when he catches sight of her.

He looks back at Jon. “This is your Sansa?”

Your Sansa.

Jon’s gaze flickers over towards hers, as he runs a hand through his hair. His neck looks a little red. “Yes, sir.”

“Jeor Mormont,” The man holds out his hand toward her. “I’ve heard quite a lot about you.”

Sansa’s heart skips a beat, and she feels her face warm. “You have?”

He opens his mouth to answer, but he’s cut off swiftly at the knees, “Don’t you have court?”

Mr. Mormont’s mouth closes. He looks as if he’s trying not to smile for a moment, then it’s gone.

“Unfortunately. I’ll check in later,” Then he says to her,, “It was nice meeting you. I hope to see you again, soon.”

“Nice meeting you, Mr. Mormont.” She says back.

Then he’s gone. And now they’re alone.

Sansa finds herself wishing he would come back.

“Hi,” She fists the handle of twine in both hands.

“Hey,” He says back, neck still red. Sounding a bit—bewildered?

They stand there, seconds passing, and they don’t say anything else. On a different stage then they are used to, it takes them a second to remember their script.

Jon rounds the desk to approach her, pressing a light kiss to her cheek. She kisses him back. Their customary greeting for each other.

“You didn’t send them out because of me, did you?” She asks. “All those guys? Mr. Mormont?”

“We were just about done, anyway.” He says dismissively. “It’s fine.”

“Oh.” Sansa doesn’t know how to feel.

Jon looks down at the brown bag, then back up at her. “What’s this?”

She almost doesn’t tell him, almost tucks the bag behind her back and says it’s nothing at all. But she knows her cold feet are nothing compared to how silly she’ll feel if he asks her the reason for her visit in the middle of his busy work day, and she has nothing because she was too embarrassed to show him the real reason.

So she gets it over with. Rips it off like a bandaid.

“You said you’d probably be here all night, so I brought you dinner.” Sansa tries for a smile, as she hands him the bag.

Jon takes the bag, bemused. He looks down at it, before looking up at her. “Oh.”

“I didn’t make it, or anything.” She rushes to say. “It’s just Chinese from that place you like.”

He opens the bag, as if he thinks she might be lying. But sure enough, it’s all there. Paper containers of a little bit of everything she thought he’d like on the menu, even though she didn’t know exactly what. Just that he mentioned he liked it once, to someone at a party one night.

“Thank you.” He says, voice quiet, almost shy.

She blushes. “You’re welcome.”

Jon stares at her for a moment like he stares at her so rarely. His face is soft, and open, and like every other time he’s looked at her like this, her breath is robbed from her. Taken away. All that’s left is the realization that she’d do just about anything to see it again, because it meant that there was hope for them. One day, a little bit further down the road—

Maybe they could be happy. Maybe they really could be.

“You didn’t—you didn’t have to.” He stammers.

Sansa tucks her hands behind her back, so he doesn’t see her fingers fidget with nerves. “I wanted to.”

He doesn’t say anything to that. He tries, opening his mouth, but he just ends up closing it. Just continues to stare at her.

She should end this on a good note. While it still lasts.

“I should—I should probably go.”” She shoulders her purse a little more securely. “I promised my mother I’d get lunch with her, and I’ve intruded long enough—”

“You didn’t intrude,” Jon sets the bag on his desk. “I’ll walk you out.”

Her stomach flips.

He doesn’t hold her hand, but he guides her down the hallway with a hand on her back. Through the building. Out the door, and down to her car. His hand lingers on the handle of her door, as if he means to open it, but he doesn’t want to.

Not yet.

A bizarre kind of courage emboldens her, different from the one that led her here. More reckless.

“Will I see you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” Jon repeats, brow creased. She can see the cogs working in his brain, wondering if they have anything planned.

They don’t.

Just like that, her courage leaves her, and Sansa starts to deflate. “I just thought that—since you’re busy tonight…”

They were supposed to have dinner with his father tonight, but he canceled. They have a charity baseball game coming up, but that isn’t until Saturday. She wouldn’t see him for two whole days.

She’s about to ask him, to beg him to forget she said anything at all, when he says, “Okay.”

Her heart skips a beat. “Okay?”

“Yeah,” He averts his eyes, faltering, hands slipping into his pockets. “I mean —I could come over tomorrow night, if you want. Bring you dinner. Or we could just order a pizza and watch a movie.”

Something in her chest twinges jerkily, and there it is, taking root in her body. Feeling a lot more permanent than it has any right to, than it ever has before.

Hope.

“Or I could cook.” Sansa suggests, hesitantly bright.

He stares, taken aback. “I didn’t know you could cook.”

She can’t, for the life of her. She’s learned that recently, living on her own for the first time. But she’d try for him, and she’d succeed, and he’d fall a little in love with her just for that alone.

“I’m full of all sorts of surprises.” She says instead.

Jon almost grins at that. Almost. Then he shakes his head.

She’d get the better of him one day. She promises this to herself.

“Okay. I might have to bring some work, though.”

“That’s okay.” As long as you come. But she doesn’t say that.

“Okay.” He says, again. “Are you going out tonight?”

Sansa dims, just a little.

“It is Friday.” She folds her arms over her chest.

He never says he doesn’t like her going out in so many words, and it isn’t that he doesn’t want her to go out of jealousy or anything like that, he just doesn’t think it’s safe. Especially in this city. He worries about her. Sansa never holds it against him. All day, every day, at work he sees bad things happen to people. He just doesn’t want to see them happen to her.

So she doesn’t begrudge him now, when his lips press into a flat line.

“Remember what I said,” is all he says.

“I know.” She tries her best not to sound exasperated. “Call you if I need to be picked up.”

“And?”

“When I get home.”

“And?”

“Be safe.” She recites. “I know. I will.”

Jon chews on his lower lip, before he finally says. “Okay.”

He pauses, just before he leans in. Presses his mouth to her forehead instead of her cheek.

Sansa can hear her heart beating in her ears, hard and fast.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night.” He says to her.

“Tomorrow night,” she agrees, voice barely audible in her own ears.

He opens the car door for her, and she gets in. He stands in the parking lot until her car exits onto the street. In the rear view mirror, she watches him turn around and head inside.

Sansa heads to her mother’s house, heart light. She can’t wait to see her and tell her how well everything is going.

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strawberrymilkgeorge · 4 years ago

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Part Ten. Faces

warnings: swearing, hate comments word count: 4.1k (not including pics)

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A/N: sorry its late!!!! this feels rushed but i was just too excited to get to some parts!!! also i have had some parts written out for SO long that they dont even feel cute to me anymore so im literally praying to every deity rn that you guys think its cute lmao anyway enjoy!!!!

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It had been about a week since Karl's slip up but everything was already more normal than Y/n had expected it to be. Of course, George, Sapnap and Quackity were all very understanding and gave her space while simultaneously reassuring her that she was safe with them. She fully believed it too, she knew she was safe with them and they weren't going to tell anyone her name.

The one unusual thing was now she had a heavy guilt, like someone dropped another sandbag in her stomach, every time Dream texted her. If the others knew, it was only fair that she tell him her name too, right? I mean, it's Dream. Dream! The boy who had quickly slipped his way into her life and, though she wouldn't admit it to Karl or Naomi, her heart.

But how? Does she just come right out and say it or wait until it gets brought up? She hadn't practiced telling anyone her name because she wasn't planning on doing it any time soon. Though, maybe she should have been seeing as she was going to see them all in person in a little over a month.

Regardless of the guilt, Y/n had other things to worry about today; Quackity was coming to visit. Karl had picked him up from the airport and the two of them spent all day catching up and doing who knows what but Y/n still hadn't met him. She was scared. She wasn't scared of Quackity, but scared because it was the first time one of her online friends would be able to put a face to her name and voice.

Y/n shuffled across her living room rug and reached for her phone on the coffee table, looking for some sort of distraction while she waited for them to arrive.

Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled, shaking her head as she threw her phone on the couch. Okay, he's right. It's gonna be fine. It's gonna be great. It's just Quackity. If he said anything rude or annoying or anything she could literally just step on him like a bug.

A sharp knock on the front door of her apartment snapped her back into reality. She shook her limbs of nervousness as she made her way to the door, two familiar voices begging to be acknowledged from the other side.

"Let us iiinnn!! Y/nnn!!!!" Karl whined.

After countless times asking the same question, she finally convinced Karl that she was okay with him using her real name in front of Quackity. He clearly still felt guilty about telling the boys her name, asking her multiple times in different ways whether he should call her Y/n or Bugsy in front of the guest. She finally got it through his head that she didn't mind either way.

"Hold on!" she yelled back. She unlocked the door and swung it open to see Karl and Quackity. "So impatient."

"Holy shit, you are tall! Goddammit, I thought that was a joke!"

Y/n laughed shyly at the greeting, looking at Quackity like he was crazy. "Hello to you too. Tried to warn you, dude."

"Yeah but, damn! You're tall and attractive, what the hell?"

"Dude," she said with a warning in her voice. She thought the flirting on Twitter was funny, but in real life she got embarrassed easier and wasn't a fan. "I'm about to kick you out of my house before I even let you in."

This was weird, meeting Quackity before meeting some of her other friends. She loved Quackity, but she had known George much longer and Sapnap even before that. There was no problem with meeting Quackity, she just had no idea how to act since she felt like she hardly knew him.

"Am I allowed to tell people that you're hot?" he asked as he fell on her couch, Karl following right after.

"Quackity!" Y/n yelled, her face heating up at a compliment. "Seriously?"

Karl cackled and shoved Quackity. "Shut up, Alex! No, you're not allowed!"

"Sorry, is that compliment reserved for Dream?" He cackled at his own joke and Y/n's face heated up even more.

"I seriously will kick you out of my house."

"You wanna be flirty on main but not in real life?" Quackity scoffed.

"I'm not flirty on main, you are!" she laughed. "Seriously, don't."

"Okay, sorry, I'll stop," Quackity promised with a laugh in his words.

The three of them fell into easy conversation, mostly because Karl and Quackity were already comfortable around each other at this point. They eventually decided to go to the mall, just to mess around and do something.

*reminder: covid doesn't exist in this fic bc we only want happy things so ignore their masks :P*

Y/n frowned as she unlocked her front door, staring at her phone. She had been so happy with all the fans freaking out about the meetup so she looked at the trending list, expecting to see a flood of keyboard smashes and happiness, but that's not all she ended up seeing. BUGKARLITY was trending, so she scrolled through the tweets and was upset to see not all of them were positive. In fact, when she typed her name in the search bar, lots of the tweets using her name were rather mean.

A few that stuck in her head called her an attention whore and said that her friends only flirted with her because she paid them too. Who on earth would even do that? Some hurt way more than others but she tried to push them aside. It wasn't like this was the first time she had seen comments like this, but they had only gotten worse since her Minecraft date with Dream. She was worried it was cause more hate for her friends and the last thing she wanted was to be the cause of their own hate.

She typed several different messages to Dream, deleting them all after she reread them. She felt like she had to request the same thing from him in a different way. Maybe because she felt like his words meant more, even if he really was just joking like the rest of them. She decided to call him instead of texting.

"Hi!" he chirped happily from the other end.

"Hi, Dream," she said as her chest filled with something warm at the sound of his voice. "How are you doing?"

"Good," he dragged out the word. "How are you?"

"Okay."

"Just okay? What's up?"

"Um," she started, immediately forgetting the words she decided she'd use. "I just... would you mind, uh, not flirting with me so much on, like, Twitter and streams and stuff like that?"

There was a silence before Dream's frantically apologetic words came through. "Yes, of course, oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. If I had known I was making you uncomfortable, I wouldn't have—"

"Wait, no," she interrupted but he must not have heard.

"—said things like... oh gosh. Bug, I'm really sorry—"

"Dream!" she raised her voice, getting him to stop ranting. "You don't make me uncomfortable."

"Oh. Really?"

"Of course not. I actually think it's really..." Cute? Adorable? Endearing? "funny," she decided.

"Oh. Then why...?"

She sighed heavily and explained what she told the others. "So, yeah. I just don't want you guys getting hate because of me so I figure if you stop then... you know."

"Bug..." he said gently. "I'm really sorry. I promise you that I don't—none of us think those things about you."

"I know."

"No, seriously," he said, clearly not believing her. "You need to understand that I..." he paused. "I mean what I say. Always."

Always? she thought. There's a few things he's said that certainly he didn't really mean... like calling her cute?

"I don't joke around like that unless I want to. I wouldn't say things like I say to you unless I really, really, genuinely considered you a close friend and felt comfortable around you. And I do."

Her heart swelled. "Thanks, Dream. I just... maybe don't do it so much for right now? Online, at least," she clarified, not wanting to deprive herself completely of Dream's flirting.

"Yeah, if that's what you want, of course."

"Well, I don't want you to stop flirting with me but, yeah."

He chuckled. "Oh, you do like when I flirt with you?"

She hummed and changed the subject. "Did I interrupt you doing anything?"

"No," his teasing voice dropped and was back to his regular self. "I'm just editing the video we filmed the other day."

"Oh, the 'Minecraft, but you can't touch the floor'?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh," she said, not meaning to sound disappointed. "I'll let you get back to it—"

"No. I mean, you can stay on the phone. Unless you're busy."

She smiled and put her phone on speaker and set it next to her foot on the floor. "I was just gonna paint. So I can stay."

Before she knew it, almost two hours had passed of them sitting in comfortable silence, occasionally speaking to share something with the other before going back to their tasks. It was comforting knowing she didn’t need to speak constantly and could just hang out with Dream.

Y/n's phone rested on the floor next to her, Dream on speakerphone on the other end, only the sounds of his keyboard clicking letting her know he hadn't fallen asleep or hung up. She wasn't sure when they started doing this, staying on the phone even when they had nothing to talk about, but they had done it a few times before. They had talked on the phone and Discord many times but it was usually always with purpose, not usually this silently-enjoying-each-others-presence nonsense. Who was she kidding calling it nonsense, she enjoyed it an embarrassingly insane amount.

She repositioned so she was laying on her stomach as she finished sketching an image that was in her mind.

"Hey, you still there?" Dream asked softly.

"Yeah. Sorry, am I taking away from your sitting in silence time with George?" she joked.

Dream chuckled lightly. "Nah, you're more fun. I was just seeing if you ditched me for Karl yet."

"Nah, you're more fun," she mimed truthfully. "But I'm very focused on this drawing."

"Can I see it when you're done?"

"Don't expect too much. It looks bad."

"If you don't tell me what it is, I can't know how accurate or inaccurate it is."

"Very true..." she trailed off, holding the canvas further away to examine it all at once. She wanted the sketch to be perfect before she made permanent choices with paint. She enjoyed the serenity they maintained even when talking, voices low and delicate like they were keeping secrets but not quite whispering. "Are you almost done editing your video from the other day?"

"Sorta. I'm at the part where you and Sapnap almost died laughing because a ghast knocked George into lava and then Sapnap laughed so hard he fell into lava."

She chuckled, remembering the situation vividly. "That was so funny. The way George screams is so funny."

"Let Naomi know that," he mumbled, causing Y/n to gasp.

"Dream!" she laughed loudly and he joined.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry. It's true though."

"Disgusting!"

A distant voice sounded on the other end and she assumed it was Sapnap. "What do you want for dinner?"

Dream responded with a soft, "Nothing, I'm good."

"Are you talking to Bugsy?"

He must have responded physically because the next sound was Sapnap's very clear, much more lively voice speaking directly into the phone. "Hi, Bugsy!"

"Hi, Sapnap!"

"Can you tell Dream to eat some damn food? This man literally hasn't eaten a single thing all goddamn day."

"Dream," Y/n scolded slowly. "Please eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"I'm not showing you my painting until you eat."

A door closed on the other end and she took that as a sign that Sapnap had left.

"I don't wanna see it anyway. It's probably trash."

"Take that back!" she gasped lightly. She looked at the canvas as she grabbed the first paint color and laughed. It was only a sketch and it was already trash. "Fine, then I won't go on the trip if you don't eat in the next ten minutes."

"That's punishing yourself too though."

"Who says I want to see you?" she asked.

"I never said anything about not seeing me being the punishment."

She had been caught. "It was implied."

"Sure it was."

"It's true though. Who says I wanna see your stupid face?"

He didn't say anything, but an incoming FaceTime call lit up Y/n's phone. A FaceTime call from him.

Her smile dropped. "Clay?"

"Answer it," his voice was lower and her heart started beating faster. Was he really about to show her his face to prove a point? Reveal his biggest secret that only a few close friends knew? To her of all people? She made sure she couldn't be seen in the small window and pressed accept, the voice call ending and the FaceTime call starting.

To her surprise, what came into view wasn't his face, but the logo of the hoodie he was wearing, the simple smile of his merch taunting her. She laughed, the anxiety slowly fading away as it was replaced with a heavy feeling in her stomach. Was she disappointed? Maybe a little, but he teased her into believing she would see him.

"Oh, wow! Dream face reveal! He looks just like his icon, no way!!!"

His chest moved up and down as he laughed, not moving the camera away. "You heard it here first, guys! You've known my face all along, the logo is actually my face!"

She laughed and returned to painting, not paying any more attention to her phone since he was now also showing his ceiling, a small corner of his monitor in frame but nothing else. "I mean it though, if you don't eat, I'm going to be so mad I won't even want to be friends anymore. Or you'll die from malnourishment before we get the chance to meet."

"I doubt it. I'm just not hungry."

"Whatever."

"Oh, hey, so you met Quackity today. How was it?"

"Very scary."

"Yeah?" he asked sympathetically, urging her to explain if she wanted.

"Yeah. But it turned out okay! He didn't act any different so it was fine. It was mostly just awkward. He's also so freaking loud. You would not believe how much louder he and Karl get when they're together."

"I can imagine. Aren't they doing a stream right now or something?"

"Yeah, I think so. I don't wanna watch though, I've had enough of them for the month."

Dream laughed. "How will you deal with them together for New Years'? It'll be for like two weeks."

"Who knows if I'll actually go?"

"Wait, what?" he asked abruptly, not even bothering to hide the disappointment in his voice. His keyboard stopped clicking and she could picture him staring at his phone as if looking at her. "Of course you're going."

"Not if you don't eat food! You have, like, 3 minutes to eat something until I officially am busy doing other things whenever the trip is."

Dream groaned and clicked a few things on his computer before the image on the screen became blurry as he walked through the house, still pointing it at the ceiling. She looked away again and kept painting.

"Quackity's really funny though," she continued. "It was super awkward at first but it was fun to have someone else to help me make fun of Karl."

"Wait, Bug," Dream called out over the sound of wrappers crinkling.

"Hm?" She hummed, continuing to paint.

"Bug," his voice was much softer and he sounded nervous.

She looked at her screen and dropped the paintbrush as she focused on what she saw, grabbing her phone and holding it closer to her face so she could see, still making sure she wasn't in view. All the anxiety from the beginning of the FaceTime suddenly came back and hit her like a truck. Sitting on her screen, waiting to be seen, was Dream. His hood was up, tufts of blonde hair sticking out, and he was standing with his back towards a dark room, the dim light from his pantry making his face just visible.

He held up a cookie in front of his actual, real face. "Are you watching?"

"Y-yea... I... Yeah. I'm watching. Is that really you?"

He nodded once before shoving the cookie in his mouth. "There, I consumed food," he announced, his voice muffled by the cookie. "Now you're legally obligated to come."

"I—What? CLAY! WHAT?"

"What?" he asked innocently as he chewed, walking back to his room and still holding the phone up to show his face. His room light was on, making his face much more visible. If Y/n thought he was attractive in the harsh pantry light, he must have looked like a god in his room lighting, even as pixelated as he was due to the quality of FaceTime. He fell on his bed and Y/n could only gape at his features. He slumped against his headboard, surrounded by roughly a thousand pillows, sporting a small, shy smile as he stared at the screen. "Bug, what?"

She opened her mouth but no words came out. Needless to say, he was unbelievably handsome. Part of the speechlessness was from the shock that he showed his face out of the blue, but obviously, the majority of it was that he was pretty much the most attractive person she'd ever seen. It should be illegal for someone to look that good in a hoodie, especially when pixelated.

"Hmm," he hummed thoughtfully. "Wanna take back what you said earlier?" He bit into another cookie.

"W-what did I say earlier?" Why was she stuttering???

"You said you don't wanna see me and that I'm ugly," he teased.

She paused for too many seconds too long before finally muttering, "you arrogant son of a bitch." He laughed loudly at that.

His eyes crinkled and he threw his head back. So that's what he looks like when he wheezes, she thought to herself, pretty.

Dream shuffled his position on his bed and rested his head on one of his hands. He looked so comfy. "Why are you so quiet, weirdo?" he mumbled.

She set her phone back down and touched her cheeks with her hands and looked away for a moment, grounding herself to the real world for a second. She couldn't process her thoughts when she was staring at a man as gorgeous as Clay. "I don't know, maybe because you gave me no warning before showing me your face? Or because you failed to mention that you're incredibly hot?"

She was so glad she had looked back at her phone or else she would have missed the glorious sight of his cheeks turning bright red before he turned the camera back to his ceiling. "Oh my gosh."

"Aw cute, I made you blush."

"Shut up," he mumbled. "You threatened to not come if I didn't eat something!"

"You didn't have to—you showed me your freaking face just to prove you ate a cookie!! DREAM! I would have believed you if you just said you ate something!" she laughed breathlessly, staring at the phone now for a chance to see him again. "I was joking anyway!"

"Sure you were."

"I was."

"Well, oh well. You deserved to see me anyway."

"Oh, I deserve to see you?" She laughed. "How big is your ego?"

"You know what I meant," he groaned. "You got doxxed by Karl and you met Quackity in person. And you've clearly had a bad day because of all the hate and stuff. You've done a lot of stressful things recently and you deserved to be let in on a secret too."

He was so sweet. Like, tooth-rotting, Halloween candy stash hidden under a kid's bed, upset tummy sweet. She also couldn't get over the fact that he was a million times cuter when he was shy like he was being now, his voice soft and unsure. It contrasted vastly with the confident, loud-mouthed Dream everyone usually saw, though she liked that Dream too. She wished he could show his face for just one more second to see what he looked like shy. Probably sickeningly adorable.

This was it, wasn't it? The chance she had been waiting for to tell him her name? He just let her in on his biggest secret, now he was the one deserving to be let in.

"Y/n," she said with a confident, but soft voice.

There was a long pause. "W-what?"

"Y/n."

He understood the second time immediately. "Y/n..." he tested, the smile in his voice clear as day. "I like it."

"Yeah, well, I guess you deserved to know the secret too."

"I would have been content never knowing."

"Really?" She didn't believe him. He seemed like the type to never be satisfied, always looking for something better. Not in a greedy way, but in a motivational, goal-oriented big achiever way.

"Really," he hummed. "I already feel like you're too good to be true so I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't a real person."

It was silent as she tried to collect her thoughts.

"Bug? You okay?"

"Yeah, I... it's just a lot."

"Sorry."

"No, it's not you. Well... I don't know. I just don't know what I'm supposed to say when you say things like that," she admitted.

He paused. "I think you always have the perfect responses when I say things like that."

"What do I usually say?" She smiled shyly, pulling her hoodie up to her lips.

"You usually call me a nerd or say you can't stand me. 'Oh my gosh I cannot stand you'," he mimicked before laughing.

"What? How is that the perfect response to you saying you can't believe I'm real?"

He hummed and she could practically hear him shrugging. "Because it's a classic Bug response. It's a hundred perfect you. So yeah, it's perfect."

She was silent, trying to compose herself before she exploded.

"By the way, check Twitter."

"Why, are you bragging about me calling you hot?" she teased, hoping to make him blush like she had earlier. It worked.

"Oh my gosh, no. Just look."

She clicked her home button and navigated to the app, her feed instantly flooding with the same similar messages.

"Oh, my gosh," she muttered, her fingers flying away as she typed out her own tweet in response to the love.

Dream chuckled from the other end and when she asked him why, he vaguely said that George texted him but didn't explain further.

"Um, I have to go," she said mournfully. "Karl and Quackity are coming over again."

"Booooo," he pouted.

"Sorry, you aren't the only man in my life," she teased before instantly regretting her choice of words. Too flirty, Y/n, she thought to herself.

"Hm, shame. Am I at least at the top of the list?"

She bit her lips, wanting desperately to repeat what she had told him on their Minecraft date. In the end, she gave in. "I always mean what I say too," she started. "You're my main bitch, baby."

Dream made some sort of sound, a mix of a scoff and a whine but Y/n didn't comment on it, just glowing with heat in her cheeks.

"Leave before I don't let you," he said softly and the heat only grew.

"Goodnight, Dream," she pressed, the tone in her voice letting him know he was being a tease. "Thanks for... thanks for your tweet. And for everything you said earlier."

"Of course. Sorry that you have to see those kinds of things a lot."

"It's okay when I have people like you."

"People like me? What does that mean?"

"Just.... people like you." Cute, sweet, kind, genuine people who make her heart flutter.

She could hear his smile in his words and she figured he knew the unspoken words in her thoughts, the ones she was saying without saying. "Okay. Goodnight, Y/n."

"Goodnight."

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shurisneakers · 4 years ago

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shut in [14]

Summary: When your high profile mission goes terribly wrong, you’re forced to hide in a safehouse with a man you’ve never met before. With seemingly nowhere else to go, you’re forced to work together to figure out who is trying to have you assassinated before it’s too late. (Sam Wilson x Reader, Hitman AU)

Warnings: anxiety, violence, guns, death, ptsd, swearing, abuse

Word count: 6.3k

A/N: last chapter you guys :’’’’) im too emo about a fanfic i s2g. there’s an epilogue but this is the official last chapter.

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You had only heard of the warehouse before, never actually seen it.

Its reputation preceded it. It was only mentioned in passing as a place for the worst of the worst.

It was murky and smelled like rust, concrete and rotting corpses. You had no doubt a few of them would be littering the place. A few tube lights shone over you graciously like a spotlight, barely illuminating the area.

The room you were in was utterly silent. The only exception were noises outside the door; loud shouts and clanging of metal. You assumed it to be people in the other rooms. Your assessment on how tight the ropes were coiled around you earned a few grunts and odd squeaks, but nothing major.

You were bound to a chair, of course, with knots you had used before on others. It felt like a convoluted form of irony. It was firmly nailed to the ground to prevent you from using it against captors. You were gagged; pretty well, by the look of it.

A noise from beside you threw you off track. A quick look to your left and you found Sam in a similar predicament. He shook his head slightly, implying that it was useless to find an opening. At least he was alive and breathing.

“Are you done?” A voice came from behind you, echoing within the four walls. “I really want to get going and you’re taking too long.”

You knew who it was. It was impossible for you to mistake it at this point.

“Don’t mind the noise outside. We’re just torturing a bunch of people to death.”

You roll your eyes out of sheer instinct. The footsteps slowly moved towards the front of the room, heavy and deliberate. The expensive material of his suit shone under the light as he edged in front of you. Only he’d wear Armani to a murder.

The dramatic fuck clearly rehearsed it.

“Hey Buttercup,” Ransone smiled, distinctly proud of himself. Your bite on the bundle of cloth haphazardly shoved in your mouth tightened. “Been waitin’ on you for a while now. Wilson’s no good company.”

You sneak a glance at Sam’s side profile and he looks relatively untouched. There were a few cuts on his face that you could make out under the harsh light but that was it.

“You can’t get out of those, if you're wondering.” He gestured to your current set up. “I told you, Sam. I save my warehouse for special guests. All your fun tools are gone. Took ‘em when you were brought in.”

As your eyes adjusted to the lighting, you faintly make out the presence of two men in the corners of the room, stiff as cardboard. His security.

“Oh! Except this.” He brandished the paper airplane you had brought with you in the utility belt. He’d use anything to potentially get a rise out of you.

“Gettin’ sentimental now, are we?” He tested the tip of the plane with his finger.

You prayed he wouldn’t destroy it. It had more value than he was willing to bet on.

“You must be asking yourselves why you ended up here,” Ransone mused, looking at the plane from all angles. “No need to worry, I’ll tell you.”

You didn't expect anything less from him. Everything about this felt cinematic; the inconvenient lighting, the men standing in the corner. This man oozed drama over efficiency.

“When I was just starting out, people warned me. Told me I wasn’t going to get anywhere, that we’d always stay in the same position because that’s how it’s been for all these years.” He tested the plane, holding onto the body sturdily.

“There were too many big names already. We were one of them, of course. My father did a good job of giving us a solid foundation.” He pulled his wrist back like he was going to launch it, only to never actually do it. He carried it through the air, simulating its flight pattern.

“You remember my father, don’t you? The guy who cut off someone’s finger because they didn’t finish the job.” Ransone really only had one story to tell about his father and he worked it to death. Other than a few handful of times, his father never bothered about his presence much from what you heard. He favoured the ones who were brutal and Ransone- well, he was a glorified theatre kid.

“Of course you do. He was an incredible man.” He laughed crisply. “But he had no real ambition. No drive. I told him we could have been at the top, the ones parents warn their kids about. He didn’t listen to me. He never really paid attention.”

His tone got wistful in the end, eyes distant like he was living the scene out in his head.

“So obviously when he died, I had the chance to really make a difference. Really set us apart. Ten Rings and Hydra had their own niche; they had some ties with the military and the government and whatnot. Crazy motherfuckers, all of them.” He shook his dead in distaste. “But Serpentine- that was closer to home. Same market as us.”

You wondered how long he would take to get to the point. The only distraction you had were the noises that continued outside. An odd gunshot here and there really pulled your attention away from the story.

“Serpentine with their stupid code names. They really thought they were all that.” He sounded embarrassingly like a bitchy teenager. “Who do they think they were fooling with the Norse Gods thing, huh? Naming your leader Odin, his wife Frigga.”

“I fucking hated them,” he spat, face twisting into anger. “Told them to watch out, that I’d end their legacy. They laughed in my face.”

He spun around, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he pointed to Sam, “That’s where you come in.”

Sam looked thoroughly irritated with the show that was going on in front of him. If he wasn’t gagged you had no doubt he’d have a few comments to pass. Ones that would get the both of you killed.

“I told you to kill their leader. One job. You fucked that up.” Sam recalling the story of his first mission flashed in your memory. “Let that old nutjob into your head and allowed him to escape. We didn’t know where he was for years.”

“I let it go because I thought Serpentine was done for. Radio silence after Odin disappeared. And they were, until a few years ago when I get news that they have a new leader. Odin’s son, the new heir.” He waved around his hands, mocking the last part of his sentence. “Word on the street was that he wanted to kill whoever murdered his mother in front of his eyes.”

“I thought that was hilarious. You know why?” He laughed humourlessly. “Because that was you. You were the one who killed his mother. You remember that? Your big mission?”

“You killed my mom,” he jeered, unmoving.

“I’m sorry. I had to.” Your voice was quiet. Your hand clutched at the hood of the car to keep your balance. “But I don’t want to hurt you. Go.”

“He wasn’t supposed to be there. No one had even heard of him. His brother’s too soft to take on anything like this. He’s some farmer in England now. But he was supposed to be Odin’s only son. Yet somehow, the only person who could have known this other son existed and actually seen him… was you.”

“Turns out he’s like you. A secret adoption. No record of him anywhere.” You didn’t blink, not once taking your eyes off him in case he decided to go wild. “He should have died that day. You were supposed to kill them.”

Only Ransone would justify killing a kid because it fit his agenda. It wasn’t like he hadn’t done it before, and though he tried very hard to shove his ideology onto you, you never complied.

“Goes by Loki now, another stupid codename. Trained by his father who this idiot let go of.” He gestured to Sam callously, “and mad about the murder of his mother that you committed. Serpentine came back pretty quickly after he took control.”

A particularly loud sound of metal slamming would have made you jump had you not been tied down. Ransone swung around in anger, loudly cursing at them for ruining his train of thought. He muttered some more curses under his breath before plastering a fake smile on his face and continuing.

“I’ll admit, he’s a sneaky one. But they grew faster than any other cartel. They somehow knew all our connections, all our targets, our key players. It wasn’t possible,” he shook his head low as he paced up and down slowly. You knew where this was headed. “Unless we had someone giving them information from the inside.”

He stops to look at you.

“I would have forgiven you, Y/N, I really would. You know how I am about second chances.” He looked at you, eyebrows upturned with regretful eyes. “But then you had to go and spy on me for two years.”

You could see Sam turn to you from the corner of your eye, assessing your reaction. You didn't extend the same courtesy to him. You didn’t have any reaction.

“We found out very late, of course. I taught you well,” he chided, his inescapable narcissism making an appearance once more. “But then we had to figure out why. Why you’d betray me and everything I’ve done for you.”

“I still can’t figure that out.” You wanted to scream at him, everything he had taken away from you, everything he forced you to be. “I treated you the best out of everyone I had. You had the best training, the best resources. You wouldn’t have made it anywhere if I didn’t drag you out of that shithole orphanage.”

You had heard of blissfully ignorant, but he was well beyond that at this point.

“Didn’t take too long to connect the dots. What, with Wilson’s great act of charity and your lack of better judgement, both of you managed to fuck up enough to screw me over years later.”

“I initially was only going to have you killed, Buttercup,” he admitted nonchalantly, like your life had no value. “But then we found out that Sam’s been lying to me for a long time too. Been hidin’ his friend a few states away.”

“It was meant to be,” he cooed. “Such a similar past. You could have met each other before, you know? Pierce wouldn’t be the first time you were at the same house on the same day.”

You couldn’t help but wonder what it would have been like if you had known Sam earlier. Would you have been friends or would you have been forced to kill each other in his sick ‘survival of the fittest’ game?

“It felt poetic to have you both die together, you know? On a mission gone wrong. A full circle.” God, he spent too long planning something elaborate when he could have just put a bullet in your head and ended you the day he found out. Fucking weirdo.

“Made sure I sent you to the same place at the same time. Pierce was dead long before you came, the poor fuck. But then again, collateral damage. No mercy.” He shrugged. “Had everyone at the ready. You should have died that night.”

“But like everything you do,” his voice suddenly rose like a child throwing a tantrum, “you fucked that up for me too. Escaped with his stupid fucking car.”

“None of those useless agents could find you. How could they?” The beauty was that Ransone must have spent too long looking when you were basically right there, just miles away. “You didn’t go to one of our locations and Serpentine hides their safehouses well.”

You still remembered the relief when the door accepted your fingerprint.

It was a long shot but you didn't have anywhere else to go. You weren’t even sure that this house existed.

Another loud crash arrived from the outside with noises that sounded like more gunshots, making Ransone jump this time. Just how many people were being tortured here?

“Keep the volume down, you stupid fucking imbeciles!” he screeched, pounding at the metal door. The decibel reduced, but still continued on.

He dragged his palm across his face in exasperation, talking under his breath to himself. He shook his head before turning back to you.

"Oh, by the way, don't think about escaping. Got every last one of my best agents out here after that stunt you pulled at Pierce’s house,” he says offhandedly.

He takes a second to regroup, get back into character.

“So we released your pictures to the public. Can’t go very far if people are looking for you constantly. It was the only way we could get you to stay in one place.” Ransone raised his shoulders casually. “We had every lowlife out there waiting for one of you to show up.”

“We eventually had someone report Wilson in a town a while away from Pierce. I was making my way there but then you sent me your location on your own. Had men outside your house that night.” He paused, peering at the plane in his hand.

He finally let it go, watching as it barely went any distance before nose diving to the ground. Your eyes trailed after it, hoping he wouldn’t crush it with his foot.

“This is the worst fucking paper plane I’ve ever seen. The balance is completely off.” He stared at it in wonder, picking it up again and shoving it back into his pocket. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. “Anyway one of them heard you talkin’ about how you’re leaving the next day so we just got ready at the door.”

“Et voila.” He grinned, spreading his arms. “Here we are. Brilliant, wasn’t it?”

Unnecessarily long, but you weren’t going to complain.

“Oh, I forgot you can’t talk.” His mouth quirked downwards into a ‘whoops’.

He took a long pause right in front of you before his hand reached out to cradle your face. “I wouldn’t let those idiots kill you, Buttercup. You deserved better than that.”

He stared unnervingly into your eyes, looking for a hint of anything, any sort of remorse. He wasn’t going to find any. You wished he saw nothing but hatred.

“It’s why I had to kill you myself.” He sighed when you pulled your face away the best you could from his palm in disgust. “But I’ll do you a solid. I’ll give you a chance to beg for forgiveness. Maybe if you’re good enough I’ll let you go.”

You knew he was lying. He had no intention of doing that. He only wanted you to grovel in submission, plead for your life for a fucking power trip.

He ripped off the tape that was over your mouth, making you flinch at the burn. He pulled out the cloth faster than you could spit it out at him.

“Go ahead,” Ransone said smugly. His ego would outlive all of you.

“Him first.” Your mouth was dry and your lips felt chapped. You had clearly been knocked out for a while by then. You had no idea how far away you were from the original location.

“What?” His smile dropped to a frown rather quickly.

“Him first.” You mentioned towards Sam with your head.

“That’s cute.” He laughed, stopping when you didn’t join in. “Oh, you’re serious.”

“I’m not saying shit till he does too.” You were bemused, monotonous. You just wanted to get this over as quickly as possible.

“Fine,” he huffed when your expression didn’t change. “It’d be fun to watch him beg anyway.”

You hear the rip of the tape from his face, the scrunch of the material before he balled it up and threw it on the floor.

Sam shook his head furiously, forcing Ransone to take a step back swiftly before he hit him.

“Right.” Ransone clapped his hands together. “Let’s get star-”

He was interjected by another loud bang followed by a series of gunshots. Another victim massacred. He groaned in frustration, stamping his feet at the constant interruption. The universe was determined to not let him finish his monologue in peace, and for that, you thanked her.

You looked at Sam, nodding slightly. He gave you a small smile in return, calming the nerves you were beginning to feel.

“Where were we?” Ransone did not look happy; a vein was dangerously visible on his forehead. Now would not be the best time to do anything that angered him. “Yes, go ahead. Beg.”

“Ransone,” Sam began, exhaling lightly. “We knew.”

The smile on Ransone’s face faltered. “What did you say?”

“He said we knew,” you cut in. “You melodramatic fuck.”

Ransone’s grin faded abruptly and it was by far the most satisfying experience you had ever experienced.

“Yeah, we figured it out ourselves a while ago.” Sam had the slightest smirk on his face. “Y/N did, actually.”

“Fuck,” you cursed.

You could feel his muscle shift as he looked at you.

“What’s wrong?”

You opened your mouth but shut it again. How do you explain it to him without sounding utterly ridiculous?

“I need to tell you something and I need you to hear me out before saying anything,” you pulled away from him, shuddering at the sudden cold that enveloped you.

“I’m listening.”

“I think it’s Ransone. He’s been trying to kill us.”

“Why?” He didn’t sound judgemental, hardly even fazed, like it was a completely plausible suggestion. You couldn’t express how glad you were.

“The guy you didn't kill, if he’s the old head of Serpentine, then... I know his son.” Your mouth was dry as your mind raced to piece it together. “He’s the one I didn’t kill.”

“What?” Sam’s eyebrows furrowed, and you could see him trying to figure out the connection. “How are you so sure?”

You closed your eyes, letting out a deep exhale. “I’m going to need you to not react to what I’m going to tell you.”

“Okay...” he trailed off.

“I’ve been working with him for two years. Passing information on to him about Ransone.”

“Wait so that means-”

“I’m the spy. And I think Ransone figured it out. He wants to kill me.”

“You knew,” Ransone stated. He looked like he was in a daze.

Sam looked at you once before nodding. “If you would shut up and let someone else talk for once, we would have told you a while ago.”

“It helped that you confirmed details about Pierce’s death without us having to tell you.” The last conversation you had with him replayed in your head verbatim. “There’s no way you would have known he was dead before we got there unless we told you. Or you did it.”

“We knew you had agents outside the house. Kinda expected that when we gave you the address,” you shrugged the best you could, “Sam’s security cameras got all of them.”

“Made sure that one fuck behind the tree could hear us planning outside,” Sam added. “He wasn’t very stealthy, by the way.”

“Have you decided on a day?”

You nod, looking straight ahead into the darkness. “Tomorrow.”

“You sure? Our timing has to be right.”

“Yeah.” Your voice is coarse. “I’ll have to tell him.”

He nodded, leaning his elbows on his knees. He was too tall for the stairs, almost like he was crouching instead of sitting.

His voice dropped to a whisper like it’s a secret only meant for you.

“You knew you were going to be ambushed.”

“No shit.” You nodded.

The loud bangs continued outside the door but you paid no heed to it. The closer it got, the more your stomach jumped, hoping that more people you pissed off didn’t storm in. You had quite a list anyway.

“You knew they were coming,” Ransone appeared like he had gears turning in his own head, trying to add everything up on his own. “Then why didn’t you run?”

“Well, we kinda needed all of you in one place.”

“Huh?” He blinked, not listening to all the commotion that was going on around him. If he didn’t, he was choosing to focus on this instead.

“We had to take out all of you at once,” you disclosed, fidgeting with the rope to see if it would give. “Kinda knew you were waiting to kill us yourself when we gave you the location and nothing happened immediately. You’re too much of a sissy to kill us without backup so we wanted you in one place with the rest of them.”

You tilted your head towards the two men standing in the corner.

“You knew all this while and lied,” Ransone jeered, face twisting into something rather indiscernible; a nice mix of shame and rage.

“Not like we had another choice, man.” You just knew Sam was rolling his eyes. “You think I would voluntarily listen to you monologue like an idiot?”

“You did gag us,” you added, trying to buy as much time as you could. “That’s on you.”

The ropes were still tight as could be and the chair wouldn’t budge. Even your feet were too tightly tied together to do anything. It was what you expected, but that wasn’t going to stop you.

“Shut up!” Ranone’s face was hideously red.

“You rehearsed it, didn’t you?” Sam called out, taunt in his tone. “With the lighting and shit.”

“He doesn’t have to. He does one a week to some poor fuck who has to listen.”

You couldn’t believe the both of you were teaming up to bully a man who literally held the fate of your lives in his hands. It was something you never imagined yourself doing.

“How do people take you seriously?” Sam laughed. More than yours, his remarks seemed to be ticking Ransone off.

Ransone let out a guttural cry, knuckles so white you were afraid they were going to break. He whips around, stomping over to pull the gun from the hand of one of his bodyguards.

“Easy there, DeNiro, that’s not a stage prop.” Sam chided.

The concrete in front of him suddenly cracks loudly. He looked up, slightly taken aback.

“Next time it’ll be your fucking face,” Ransone snarled, waving the gun around like a maniac. You send a cautionary glance to Sam, telling him to back off. Ransone was volatile. He would act without thinking.

“Why did you kill everyone I was friends with, Vincent?” you asked slowly, trying to divert his mind.

He turned to you, a crazed look in his eyes.

“Why did you take everyone from me?” The more you asked, the more it became about genuine curiosity rather than a distraction from shooting Sam in the head.

“Take everyone from- none of them were going to last anyway!” He throws his hands up in the air angrily. “I was saving you from yourself. From the eventual pain.”

His face was desperate, and you for a second forced yourself to think from his perspective. He looked like he truly believed in what he was saying, like he genuinely thought he was supporting you. Like he cared. The thought that maybe he truly wanted to help you was the only way you could comfort yourself for so many years.

“If you were in pain, you wouldn’t perform. I was only pushing you to your full potential,” he continued, a wild smile on his face mixed with eyes rimmed red like he was ready to cry.

Your stomach sank, even though you hated it. It wasn’t about you, it was about what he could get from you.

There was silence. Even the noises outside seemed to have stopped, all waiting for your next move.

“You’re a sick, conniving fuck,” your words waver, and you hope it hits him as hard as it can, “And I can’t wait till you’re dead.”

His face morphed from one of helplessness to slow fury once more. Manipulative prick.

“Do I have to remind you that you’re the one tied up?” He wipes at his nose, voice returning to normal. “The only reason you’re alive right now is because I need to know why you let yourself be captured so willingly.”

Your incessant need to know everything stemmed from him and the paranoia he induced in you from when you were a kid. Everything you thought was wrong about you came from him.

“We told you, you overdramatic fuck.” Sam drew the attention away from you thankfully. You took a deep breath, stabilizing yourself.

“What, that you needed the team in one place to take us out?” Ransone asked, to no one’s answer. “You and what army?”

“Well, the one who’s been here for a while now,” you pipe up.

No one says anything. Pin drop silence reigns free.

“You said he’d be here,” Sam hissed at you. “How much longer do we keep this going?”

“He said he would,” you argued back, feeling the heat creep into your cheeks.

“What the fuck are you both talking about?” Ransone asked, but you continued to ignore him.

“What are we going to do if he-”

The door violently exploded off its hinges, sending debris flying everywhere. You clenched your eyes shut and ducked your head to avoid getting smacked in the face with rubble

The dust hadn’t even cleared before multiple rounds were fired. You flinched when your ringing ears hurt more at the sound of gunshots.

You struggle against your ropes, trying to get to Sam. They only get tighter until suddenly your arms break free. Your neck and legs soon follow as you shrug off the ropes that were cleanly sliced off.

Your ears were still getting used to the chaos when you notice someone humming behind you. It took a second to register that it was a fucking Britney Spears song.

“What took you so long?” You coughed, waving the air in front of you to clear it as you stumbled towards Sam.

“I wanted to make an entrance,” Loki said dismissively, following you. “I think I may have overshot it by a few seconds.”

You fell to your knees in front of Sam, quickly moving to untie the familiar knots. He lifted his head to look at you, a thin layer of dust covering his face.

“Are you okay?” you asked in concern, simultaneously untying as fast as you could. It was one you had used many times before; a complicated knot that guaranteed you wouldn’t have been able to make it out of the bondage.

“I think my leg’s asleep but other than that I’m good.”

You give him a small smile, thankful that he wasn’t hurt enough to lose his dry sense of humour. Your hand involuntarily reached up to brush some dust off his cheekbone. The intensity with which he looked at you had you swallowing thickly.

You snapped out of it quickly, working on freeing his legs as Loki took a step behind his chair to cut the rest of him loose.

“This him?” Sam mentioned to Loki, massaging his wrist to return some feeling into it.

“You can just ask me, you know,” Loki commented, but clearly not taking any offence.

“I’m sorry about your family, man.”

You didn’t expect Sam to say that, and from the looks of it, neither did Loki. He stopped for a moment, before continuing to cut the last rope.

“You let my father go,” he said, sawing the last part off, “and although I personally think you should have killed the miserable old bastard, he made it clear that he owed you one.”

The both of you stood up. You glanced around the room, noting how both of Ransone’s bodyguards were on the floor, bullet holes riddling their body.

He himself was beside them, lying facefront on the ground. Armani suit be damned.

“How many more are outside?” Sam asked, tearing your attention away from the bodies on the floor.

“All taken care of.” Loki put the knife back into its sheath on his thigh. “We made quite a commotion. I’m surprised he didn’t do anything.”

“He’s a little dense,” Sam remarked. Most of the noises you heard earlier weren’t just other victims being tortured, although you knew that it was still a large fraction of it.

“Should we go?” you asked, doing a quick sweep of the room. You found nothing moving among the pile of rubble.

“Unless you got anything else left to do.” Loki gestured to the large hole in the wall where the door was.

“I think we’re done.”

He simply nodded, spinning on his heel to walk out the room when someone yelled from behind you.

You all halted what you were doing, slowly turning to look at where the noise was coming from.

“Don’t take another step,” Ransone warned, a gun pointed straight at you, barely able to stand straight. He looked worse than you’d ever seen him. His suit was torn and he had a few streaks of blood down his face. His hair was tousled and unkempt, rougher than it had ever been before. “Or I swear I’ll-”

“Oh, shut up,” Loki interjected, firing a shot into Ransone’s stomach before anyone could even react. He returned the gun to its holster that you didn’t even notice was there on his waist. “He talks too much.”

Ransone staggered back until he hit the wall, knees buckling beneath his weight as he slid to the ground. The gun he pried off his bodyguards lay where he was standing previously.

You ignored Sam’s uneasy questions as you took a step forward.

You picked the gun up, cautiously making your way to Ransone. You crouched next to his body. He looked at you before looking down. You followed his line of sight, watching as he lifted his hands. They were covered in blood.

“How’d he know where to find you?” Ransone’s voice was more subdued than you’d ever heard him.

You reached over, slipping your fingers into his jacket pocket and pulled out the paper airplane that was flattened due to the impact.

“Hey, you can put a message in it. Maybe one of those button trackers, a microphone. The possibilities are endless.” He laughed, folding another one out of the limited supply of paper he had left.

You unfolded it, letting a small object, not bigger than a button, fall into your palm. He stared at it before realisation dawned on him.

“I knew you’d take all my weapons, but you wouldn’t get rid of this,” you disclosed, folding the paper plane back to what it was and gently putting it into your pocket. It was still salvageable. “Not if you could use it to hurt me.”

You watched him take a shaky breath, flinching when more blood rushed out of him.

“You can still help me, Y/N. We can get out of here together,” he rasped. “Think about everything we’ve been through. We can work it out. I love you.”

You involuntarily let out a strangled cry at the last part. It was nothing but a last ditch attempt to persuade you, pull you back in.

“Look- look at me. Buttercup,” he croaked when you wouldn’t oblige. “I love you. I’m your home.”

You finally look at him. Look right into his eyes, red rimmed and fading. You look for it, the adoration he spoke of. The care he promised. Anything to make sense of why he would tear you apart time and time again. The love he had for you.

You find nothing. Gray eyes look back at you blankly, desperately, in pain.

“You never were,” you whisper, standing up abruptly.

You raised your arm, pointing the gun at him. He sputtered out more half baked apologies, unaware of anything that was coming out of his own mouth.

You clench your eyes shut, pulling the trigger. He lets out a cry when the bullet lodges in his shoulder.

You take a step back, letting the scene imprint itself in your brain of him powerless on the ground at your will. If you followed what he preached, you’d have ended his life right there. No mercy.

But you weren’t him. And you didn’t ever want to be.

“I need to do something too,” you heard Sam say. You can feel him near you, brushing against you for a moment as he gently reached for the gun you held. You gave it to him, feeling him squeeze your hand in reassurance.

Ransone looked at Sam as he stood beside you. He fired a single shot into his leg, clearly hitting bone. You hear the same wail from before, mixed with sputtering as blood leaked from his mouth.

“That was from Riley. He says fuck you.” Sam let his hand fall again. “All yours, man.”

“You already know what this is for,” Loki said simply.

You chose not to look away as he shot the last round right into his forehead. Ransone’s head slumped over. Dead, glassy eyes stared beyond you.

None of you say anything. Just stare at the lifeless body in front of you.

“It’s really over, huh?” Sam’s voice is quiet, like he's having trouble processing what just happened.

You don’t answer. Only take a step towards him, and intertwine your fingers with his, continuing to stare at the corpse of your lifelong abuser.

____

The sun was beating down on you. You didn’t expect it to be evening when you stepped out of the warehouse.

“Where are we?” you asked, shielding your eyes from the sudden brightness that left you squinting.

“Middle of nowhere, I’d say.” Loki stares with disdain at the old building that looked worse for wear. “Would it kill the man to have a bit of taste?”

That reminded you. “Thanks for the house. And… sorry we showed up uninvited.”

“You didn’t do too much damage to it, I hope.”

You looked at him guiltily, mind flashing to the many bullet holes that decorated the back wall. “I’ll pay for the repairs.”

“Forget it. It’s of no use since everyone knows it exists now.” He dismissed with a wave of his hand. “So, Y/N. I guess that concludes our deal?”

“I guess it does.” You nodded,

Sam wraps his arms around your shoulder and you lean into him with a sigh, allowing the comfort his touch brought to seep into you.

“How’d you guys make a deal anyway?” he inquired. You closed your eyes, chest rising and falling steadily.

“Well, I was going to kill you at first,” Loki explained offhandedly, gesturing to you. “But then-”

He trailed off.

You remember, clear as day, when Loki confronted you in the early hours of the morning outside the park you went on runs. He had a gun pulled on you before you could fathom what was going on, before you could even realise who he was.

“But then?” Sam prodded.

“Did he make it?”

“He did,” you divulged the information you had found out a while ago. It was a messy confrontation to say the least but you got out unscathed.

“Saw something that I recognised,” he said dryly, eyeing you up and down. “We were both pulled into something we didn’t have a say in. Stuck, you could say. I just thought that it was a win-win situation if we worked together to kill that idiot back there.”

“So you agreed to spy on him,” Sam concluded. “You got revenge. What was your incentive?”

You look at Loki who just smiled at you. You return one half heartedly.

“I’d say freedom is a pretty big reward, wouldn’t you?” And it was. You couldn’t even begin to explain the weight that would be lifted off your shoulders. “I can’t guarantee you’ll have a perfectly normal life. Might have to change your identity, move around a bit.”

“Everyone’s looking for us as wanted criminals,” Sam voiced everything you were forgetting about in the surge of emotions rushing through you.

“I got some connections,” Loki said dismissively. You peered at him from under Sam's arm. “I can have it traced back to a dead mobster in a warehouse, no problem. If they think it’s a gang war there’s no way they’ll try to get too involved. Consider it a gift from my father.”

Sam nodded, relaxing slightly now that most things were taken care of.

“That’s sorted then.” Loki examined the barren land that surrounded you. “You’re going to need a ride back to civilization, aren’t you?”

“If that’s possible.”

“I’ll have someone drop you off. You got any place to go? At least to stay low for a while.”

You didn’t have anyone. The only one you had was the man beside you. Nothing was settling in at the moment, and you realised that it would be a long road until it did. But you had a shot. A real shot at something even resembling recovery.

Sam and you looked at each other before he turned back to Loki and nodded.

“New Orleans.”

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