The shower's warmth engulfed him into a tight hug that he'd never known before. The body she let him use smelled like her and he fell in love with it the more he used it on himself. He washed his hair, dragging his fingers through unkempt clumps of wet, black madness, forcing shampoo onto his scalp as he followed her directions echoing in his head. He could've moaned the way he loved this shower, craving to use more of her soaps and whatever the fucks. It smelled so much like her that he knew when he got out he could be content just laying in his motel bed, inhaling the smell.
He heard a knock at the door. It was unlocked, so she just came in. "Tim?" She asked quietly. She opened the shower curtain, gazing at him.
He shook his head. Not real. Not real. Not real. The curtain was still shut. He started to do the conditioning process, slapping the material into his strands of hair. He probably needed a haircut soon. He thought of what he should say to her when he got out. Thank you? That would be polite. I'm sorry? That would probably be a good idea, too. He wished he was a stronger man, like Brian, that didn't break down so often when he was off his pills. He liked being on his pills. He was focused, agile, to the point. Not getting lost in scrabble words, not being thrown off by things that couldn't be there. He was, for lack of better terms, normal. He knew deep down in his stomach that (Y/N) was probably freaked out by him. Before the thoughts got any more rampant, he ended the heaven like shower by twisting the knobs. He grabbed the towel blindly, water in his eyes. He stepped out after drying off, facing the mirror.
He kept his eyes shut as he ruffled his hair in the mirror. He didn't like looking at himself. He brought himself down without trying to. His eye bags, his forlorn eyes, his shitty hair. Words came back to him like vomit. She said he had gorgeous hair. The words replayed in his mind, the way her eyes looked and the small smirk on her malnourished face. She was the gorgeous one, even after all this time of running and hiding. He thought back to when he first saw her in that abandoned building in the woods. She was a lot more innocent looking a year or so ago. Now her hair was longer, her eye bags were hollow. Her eyes still pierced in their beauty, though. That didn't change. Her figure was slimmer. Her face was thinner. She didn't look scared- she looked like she was trying to be as frightening as possible to others to avoid conflict. He knew she had a good heart. If she didn't, he would've been tied to that bed still, or worse.
The word gorgeous played back in his mind. Slowly he opened his eyes and looked at his messy black hair. He smiled.
After dressing into his clothes that she washed, he stepped outside into the bedroom. She was replacing the sheets, folding the old ones to be washed. The ropes are still hung by the bed frame, making them look more like a kinky couple than fugitives. A few of her knives were laid out on the fresh sheets. He noticed she had a tendency to make things feel like home. His throat itched for a cigarette but instead he sat on the bed, watching her clean the room.
"I'm sorry," he said. She stopped folding clothes and looked at him, dropping them in it's proper drawer. "It might not seem genuine. It might seem like I'm saying this to escape responsibility, but I never wanted anything bad to happen to you." Her eyes were unmoved and she gave no response.
"I don't know what you've been through. I don't know why out of all people this is happening to you. I know you don't need anybody but yourself-"
"Get to your point."
"-My point is.. I don't want to see you hurt- and you don't need me for that. Maybe right now, I need you more than you need me... What I'm trying to say is.." He cleared his throat and avoided her pinpoint eyes. "I'll do anything you need me to. I'll be right there for you. You don't have to be alone or do the hard work. Just use me, I'll get you to where you need to be."
A thick silence invaded the room. He was nervous and fiddling with his hands. It was a bit hard to breathe.
"And about the tape?"
He looked up at her. How could he have forgotten?
"There's no need to use it against me because I'll do whatever you say regardless." He finally managed eye contact. "I'll be your weapon, if you really need one."
She looked at his brown eyes for a moment before giving a hum of approval. She hopped onto the bed behind him, turning on the motel's small TV with a plastic remote. She glanced at him with expectedness, patting her thigh. "What are you waiting for?" She asked. He followed her to the front of the bed, laying his cheek in her lap. She played with his hair.
At least she knew he wasn't going to be an issue anymore.
sorry these r short chapters i know! I just want to push out a few as i am on vacation right now. :) (y/N) is a manipulator kween now guys oh no
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INTO THE WOODS (Masky x reader x Hoodie)
Fanfiction(Y/N) (L/N)- an adventurous, clever teen always looking for trouble. It was rare when she wasn't waist deep in trouble or something interesting, but the encounter with a strange masked man did more than just surprise her one day when in the woods. (...
