He stared at her figure, her soft chest rising on the locomotive, her hands grasping the air with her arms spread above her head. Streetlights melted into the darkly lit room and cascaded her figure. Even her shadow looked comfortable.Something primal in him wanted her in his hands, to take her figure apart piece by piece and consume her, in a way he hadn't had in a long time. To eat fresh fruit, sitting, waiting. But he didn't. He wouldn't, he couldn't.It felt like all the salt in his head was being pulled out by an angry fist. He was constantly going through this. This war of wanting to bite down versus a clenched jaw. His restraint was remarkable. It's not that he wanted to hurt her.. Her eyes flickered open and scanned the room, he made the mistake of keeping his watch on her. It startled her a bit, forcing herself up with her arms. He looked away in slight embarrassment.
"Did you sleep?" She asked.
"No," he replied.
"Did you watch me the entire time I was asleep?"
"I don't remember."
She rolled out of bed, stretching her arms above her head. They were staying in a new, slightly less cramped and disgusting hotel. Two separate beds, one bathroom, a TV that blared static and made Tim have mild panic attacks. It hadn't been long since she had him tied to the bed, and while he had his outbursts he was true to his word that he would not hurt her. At least she had her own personal bodyguard, on the defense constantly, though very mentally impaired at the moment..
Sometimes, he wouldn't respond to his own name. For the few weeks she had stayed by his side, he would have nightmares that turned into night-long panics that kept them both up. He wouldn't say it but she knew what he was afraid of.
She didn't like to think about it. When she did, it started to become more apparent that they weren't alone.
While prancing around the room, she took her purse and emptied it out on the table. Pepper spray, knives, cash.. Tape. Tim stared and stared, knowing what it contained. Knowing that something in her was still afraid of the thing he morphed into. She carried it around on her person like she was scared of losing it. Or him taking it.
"Why do you still have that thing?" He asked. She turned around from shuffling through her items and stared at him silently. Was it some form of blackmail, something to hang over his head? She didn't seem afraid of him anymore. He did what he asked of her.
"I'm going out tonight," she casually remarked. "I think I found where to get your medicine."
He cocked his head to the side. "Where? How? From who?"
"An old friend I know," she said, swiping through her phone. "A kid I used to be close with." The expression on his face changed and she chuckled. "Don't get jealous. Trust me when I say, he's not interested in me."
"Well where are we going?" He asked. He stood up and began to gather his things, but she touched his arm. "Just me. I need you to stay here."
"Why?" His tone sounded slightly offended. "What if something happens? What if you need help?"
"Don't worry about me." She pointed to her arsenal of weapons. "Plus, like I said, I know the guy. I've known him for years." He stared intensely at her with anxiety he wore on his face like a glare.
"How long will you be gone?"
"Two hours, at most. It's a party he's going to. He knows some people there that are gonna be selling. I'm hoping I can get something close to what you take to help." Guilt rose in his chest. She didn't have to go out of her way on top of everything just to help him.
"Why are you doing this?" He asked. "Why are you helping me?" She threw on a jacket and pulled back her hair. She sighed. "Why is it so wrong to try and help?"
"Because you don't have to and frankly.." He trailed off, watching her pace around the room gathering things. "I don't understand why."
She sat on the bed next to him, putting a hand on his leg. "Tim," she started. Taking her hand off, she started to clasp a knife onto the inside of her shoe. "I want you to feel better. Be stable. I need your help, remember?" She stood up, grabbing her bag after shoving some knives into her waistline.
"I get it." He mumbled. Smiling, she approached the door.
"Get some sleep. Lock the door. I'll be back soon."
He watched the door shut and heard her trail down the hall.
"What does she need my help with?.."
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INTO THE WOODS (Masky x reader x Hoodie)
Фанфик(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. (...
