Brie Larson Imagines (Fem!reader)

Killing Brie (B.L)

I've recently started watching Killin Eve and I absolutely love it! I had to write something about it! Of course, I don't own the show.
Hope you like it!

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Brie... Her name fit her perfectly. You didn't know what drew you to the woman who was chasing you across the whole planet almost obsessively, but you loved it. The situation excited you in a way you have never felt before. It was like a drug you could not get rid of. It was so euphoric you craved for it, for her attention. You wanted her to focus on you and no one else.

You always made sure each kill was so perfectly orchestrated, so she would know it was you. Every detail had to be perfect. You were showing off and she knew it, she hated it and that is exactly why she couldn't give up on finding you. You drew her crazy and you both loved it.

You sent her every kind of gift, from clothes to flowers. You even gave her your favorite perfume, knowing that she will wear it. You wanted her to feel helpless, always a step behind you, drawn to you and you were succeding.

You had to meet her. You had to see the fear in her eyes as she stared down at you, yelled at you. You craved to feel her breath on you, to feel her skin against yours. You wanted to smell your perfume on her.
You wanted to get a reaction out of her and feel in control of the situation.

That is why you waited for her to get home, watched as she put on one of those dresses you gave her before breaking in. The moment she saw you she froze and you took in her beauty.

Her hair was down, just how you liked it, and that black and white dress you gave her really complimented her curves. She was breathtaking and you couldn't help but smirk almost madly at how an effect you had on her.

Before you could say anything she ran up to the stairs, screaming like a mad woman for someone to help her. You smiled widely and ran up after her, amused by her reaction.

Poor thing, she really thinks I am here to kill her.

You tried to open the door of the room she hid in but found it locked, her screaming bloody murderer as she banged on her window, hoping someone would hear her.

"I am not here to hurt you, Brie!" You screamed, trying to overcome her voice, your accent strong

"Open up!"

"NO!"

You rolled your eyes amused before breaking the door down, only to be met with a toilet brush. You scoffed and pushed it away when she suddenly pushed you and started screaming again.

"Will you stop screaming!" you screamed back and grabbed her when she went for the door.

She started smacking you, trying to get out of your hold before you pushed her inside the bathtub.

"Stop hitting me!"

"HELP! HELP! HEL-" you turned the handle and let water fall over her face  and inside her mouth, stopping her screaming.

She started coughing, trying to get the water out of her mouth and started chocking when you turned the handle back to stop the flow.

"I just want to have dinner with you!" you finally screamed and almost laughed at how ridiculous and impossibly cute she looked as she stared at you with wide, incredulous eyes.

"You- You what?" she stuttered as you helped her up, making you grin at her.

"I want to have dinner with you." you repeated and this time laughed at her dumbfounded expression, her wet hair making it even more funnier.