Norman Reedus Imagines

Who the fuck are you? (Scud)

"The fuck?" Scud mumbled as his computer screen went blank. He smacked it a few times and it came back on. Except there was nothing on it. All his files had gone. "Shit."

"What is it?" Blade watched him from the doorway.

"Need you to help me find someone." He stood up and walked around the room, a cigarette loosely hanging from his lips.

"Who?"

"Whichever son of a bitch hacked my computer, that's who." Scud snapped, kicking the computer desk. Blade nodded and they got to work. It didn't take them long to track your location. "I wanna go alone. Need to do this."

"Don't do something stupid." Scud ignored him, he was gonna kill this fucker.

"Mhm."

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You put your empty beer bottle down just as your front door slammed open.

"Who the fuck are you?!" You raised a gun at the guy.

"Who the fuck are you?!" He repeated, pointing some kind of weird weapon at you. "You the one who hacked my computer?"

"So you're Scud? Well I didn't think you'd be cute." You smirked. He started to lower his weapon, but rose it again, realising you were probably dangerous.

"And I didn't think you'd be a girl." You laughed, putting your gun down and holding your hands up.

"That's sexist." He frowned.

"No, I didn't mean...oh whatever." He hesitantly put his gun back in his belt, still keeping his hand on it. "How much do you know about me?"

"Enough to make me a danger to you...and Blade." Scud froze, glaring at you.

"You can't tell anyone. We'll all die." You shrugged and leant back against the table, staring at him.

"Well that's not how to ask nicely. How about you say please and I might not have you killed. How's that sound?" He growled under his breath and stepped closer to you.

"I don't say please." You smirked.

"That's a shame." You frowned as he stepped right in front of you, his head pressed against yours. You decided to see who far you could take this. He was cute, after all. "I kinda like it when a guy says please." He swallowed hard and moved his head away from you.

"Stop it." He muttered.

"Why? Turning you on?" He glared at you and started to back away. "It is, isn't it?"

"I said stop it!" He snapped, turning away from you. You laughed and tiptoed up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He moved away immediately and glared at you again. "What part of stop it don't you understand?!"

"I don't really think that's what you want." You stepped closer to him and reached your hand down to grab him. He jolted his hips forward. "See, you're already hard." He didn't answer, but instead gripped your hips and lifted you up...