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He hates this, seeing Meg looking so defeated, so utterly broken upon Hux's hasty exit to slither off to some unbeknownst location within this godforsaken gala the trio have found themselves in.

And he hates that he cannot be the one to comfort her. It's a selfish though, and it's selfish of him to allow it to linger in his mind, but as he watches his younger brother press his lips to the blonde's knuckles in reassurance, Ben cannot help but feel the tendrils of something foreign and bitter beginning to take root.

But now is not the time for dwelling on such emotions. So he buries them; shoves them down deep and piles on as much proverbial dirt onto them as he can until they stay put and he is once again clear-headed. It is like a switch has been flipped and now he is all laser focus when Meg opens the door to Hux's office and the three of them slip inside.

As Matt and Meg make their way out onto the balcony, Ben sets to work, plopping down into the leather office chair behind the mahogany desk. His goal is simple: hack into the laptop that Hux will come to regret leaving out so openly. If he is lucky, which Ben suspects that he will be tonight, then Hux will have also made the mistake of leaving valuable information easily accessible upon logging in.

It feels as if it takes him no time at all, fingers flying over the keys, until Ben has successfully cracked the login code. Finding something of use, however, takes a much deeper dive.

"Well hello there," he mutters to himself, eyes squinting slightly as he concentrates on the folder that he's just located. Double clicking on the icon, he pulls up file after file, going through each one quickly to ensure that this is, in fact, what the three of them will need going forward.

It is, as suspected, one hell of a bomb—both figuratively and literally. "Holy fuckin' shit," Ben murmurs as he peruses each document.

It would appear that Hux is not as legitimate as he claims. These documents alone, the ones depicting a privately owned weapons company courtesy of one Armitage Hux, are enough to cost him everything personally and professionally.

Scooting away from the desk, Ben rises up from his spot in the chair and makes a beeline for the balcony door. Without hesitation, he swings it open, interrupting the fleeting moment of physical intimacy between his brother and Meg.

"If you two are done," he starts, motioning with a nod of his head back towards the office he's just stepped out of, "I think we've hit the fucking jackpot."

The Gala

A continuation from this thread | @stranglermatt and @nefarioussolo

Tonight is the Hux Family Charity Gala.

The gala is an annual charity event that Hux family has hosted for many years. This year, the gala is strategically planned around the upcoming election, and the proceeds from the silent art auction are to be donated across the city to various non-profits, meant to show how much Armitage cares about the people he represents. I know that Armitage couldn’t care less about helping the people, and he really only cares about the power that comes with his position. If he wins the next senate race, there is a good chance he’ll be in the running for the next presidential election.

After contacting several event suppliers last night, I eventually found what I needed for the gala. The masquerade masks were not cheap, especially with it being a last-minute order, but they were perfect, a wide variety of elegantly decorated masks. I was able to get myself and Armitage matching, but unique and one of a kind masks, knowing he would want to stand out in a crowd.

There are only a few hours left until the gala begins, so I start getting ready, caking on as much makeup on my face as I can to try and cover my black eye. As usual, makeup only does so much, and the purple and black bruising is still easily noticeable. Luckily, the mask will cover everything perfectly. The remaining bruising around my neck that has faded to a yellowish hue, will be hidden by the high neck of the dress.

With my hair and makeup finally finished, confident that no one will see any hint of bruising anywhere on my skin, I stand in front of the mirror, letting the red silk robe fall from my shoulders. I decided on a lacy black set to wear under the dress for the evening, even though no one else will be seeing it. As I look at my reflection, my eyes skip over all the other spots on my body and go straight to the deep purple mark on my inner thigh, the one I can’t bare look at without tears wanting to escape.

Cutting things off with Matt and Ben is for the best… right? I shouldn’t be causing trouble for Armitage this close to the election, and involving them was a reckless decision on my part. Had I not abruptly hung up on Matt last night, I would have let him talk me out of putting a stop to whatever plans he and Ben had to help me escape.

Seeing Armitage at his cruelest over the past few days, strung out because of the gala, I know things will only get worse as we get closer to the election. He’s usually more careful about where he leaves any marks on my body, but recently he doesn’t seem to care if evidence of his abuse is left where others can see. I can only imagine what he would do if he ever found out about this past week, about me sneaking out of the hotel without my security and seeing Matt. It was too dangerous, for everyone, and it was better that I ended things now before anyone got hurt, or worse.

I shake any thoughts of Matt from my mind as I slip into the dress just as Armitage walks into the bathroom. He is coming in to check and make sure I look presentable, this being the normal routine before any public event. While I stand in front of the floor to ceiling mirror, flattening out the front of the dress, Armitage stalks up behind me, fully dressed in his black tux. His hand falls to the zipper at my lower back, and roughly zips the dress up.

When he circles around in front of me, he tilts my head up with two fingers under my chin, moving my head from side to side as he inspects my face. “You couldn’t cover that up any better than that?” He spits out, referring to the purple bruising around my eye and the bridge of my nose.

“I’m sorry,” my eyes cast downward, “I can try something else.”

Armitage drops his hand and steps back, giving my entire figure a once over. “I suppose it will have to do, just make sure not to remove your mask in front of guests.”

I only nod in response, still looking down at the ground. I only look up once he starts talking again.

“Remember dear, this is a big night for me. I want you by my side, but try to keep talking to a minimum, you are to be a quiet observer tonight. You are not to embarrass me in any way, do you understand?”

My first mistake is rolling my eyes, not realizing what I did. My second mistake is letting my thoughts fall from my tongue instead of keeping my mouth shut. “I know how to behave myself, Armie. This isn’t our first event.” His eyes immediately grow dark and I know I just majorly fucked up.

In an instant, my back is colliding with the wall, and my jaw is firmly held in one of his hands. The fingers of Hux’s other hand have a bruising grip on my hip. “What has gotten into you lately? Disobeying my instructions, talking back, rolling your eyes at me. You obviously do not know how to behave, and need constant reminding.” He snarls, fingers digging deeper into my side to get the point across. Tears threaten to spill, but I try my best to push them down, not wanting to ruin my makeup any further.

“I-I’m sorry,” I whimper. “Please Armie, you’re hurting me.”

His face is completely red with anger as he keeps me held tight in his grasp. “I don’t know where this new attitude of yours has come from, but I’ve had enough of it. You know I don’t like hurting you, darling, but you need to remember your place.”

Nodding as best I can with his firm grip on my face, tears finally spill over, and I babble out another apology, promising to be good. He finally relents, and releases his hold on me before turning to the mirror and straightening out his tux.

“Clean yourself up and be downstairs in five minutes,” he instructs, glaring at me through the mirror.

Sniffling and nodding, I don’t move from my spot against the wall until he takes his leave from the bathroom. Walking back over to the mirror, I pull up the skirt of the dress and look at the reddened spots on my side. At least I don’t have to worry about anyone seeing these ones, but I know that was done on purpose.

Doing as I was told, I quickly pull myself together, slip on my heels, and tie the masquerade mask on tight so it doesn’t come loose at any point throughout the night. I make my way down the stairs, the fake smile I’ve become well accustomed to wearing now presented on my half-covered face. Finding Armitage at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me, he wraps his arm around my waist and his hand rests on the sore spot on my side, giving it another firm squeeze before saying low in my ear, “don’t disappoint me.”

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Twenty minutes. Twenty incredibly short minutes is all that Ben has, the clock counting down each second from the moment he and his brother part ways within the confines of tonight’s gala. Expertly, he weaves his way through the crowd, careful as ever not to draw any suspicion to his presence. He moves with confidence, his long strides carrying him from one end of the space to the other until he finds himself in the smaller confines of a hallway lined with a handful of large, wooden doors.

One by one he tests the handles, seeking out the easy target of an unlocked room. The first two prove to be anything but that, as does the third and then the fourth, but it is the fifth that he is certain will bring him the luck that he needs. As he reaches forward for the handle, the door swings open, revealing one very irritated looking man. Not Hux, Ben notes as the two look at one another in surprise at having discovered the other.

“Can I help you?”

Ben’s gaze flickers behind the man, discovering that this room is exactly what he’s been looking for. Like the rest of the space in which the gala is being held, this room is equally ostentatious with its wooden paneling and gaudy chandelier.

“Apologies,” Ben replies, swinging his gaze back to the surly man who stands before him. He offers him his most charming smile, flashing teeth and all. “I was looking for the bathroom and someone pointed me down here.”

The muscles of the man’s jaw tick with a silent agitation. “You were misinformed,” he says gruffly. “It’s the hall opposite this one.”

“Ah, right.” This time when Ben smiles, it’s with a faux sheepish expression. “Sorry again.”

He pivots on the balls of his feet and begins to step back down the hallway, casting his gaze down to the watch that adorns his left wrist and checks the time.

Five minutes.

Shit.

Again, Ben blends in effortlessly among the crowd as he navigates the partygoers. When a waiter with a tray of hors d'oeuvres pass, he reaches to snatch one, popping it into his mouth with a muffled thank you. Ben dusts his fingers off, eyes locked onto the destination as it nears with every long step. Before long, he finds himself in the stairwell only to be greeted by an oddly defeated looking Matt.

“You’re fucking late,” his brother spits out at him, a hand lifting to scratch at the blonde curls at the back of his head.

“By, what, thirty seconds. Calm down.”

Matt’s eyes squint, and the defeated expression turns to one of sheer annoyance. “Are you fucking eating?!”

“Lower your voice,” Ben warns. “I had a snack on the way over here, sue me. Listen,” he starts, seeking to avoid the fight, “I did some snooping, and I found Hux’s office.”

This seems to catch Matt’s attention, and for the first time since Ben’s arrival into the stairwell, his brother perks up.

“Where,” is all he asks, his voice low and dangerous.

Moments later, the two are slipping back through the crowd, this time headed in the direction from whence Ben had initially come. When they round the corner, it is only to be greeted by a most infuriating sight. Armitage has crowded Meg’s space, a finger lifted to point it in her face as he speaks to her angrily in a hushed tone. Seconds later, the sound of a hard slap can be heard as his palm connects with her cheek. The next few seconds pass by are a whirlwind. Matt takes a step forward, hands balled into fists in preparation for a fight and Ben reaches for him, grabbing him by the suit jacket and tugging him backwards, pulling him back around the corner to not only get his head back on straight but to avoid the two of them being spotted by Hux before they can complete the task at hand.

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The Gala

A continuation from this thread | @stranglermatt and @nefarioussolo

Tonight is the Hux Family Charity Gala.

The gala is an annual charity event that Hux family has hosted for many years. This year, the gala is strategically planned around the upcoming election, and the proceeds from the silent art auction are to be donated across the city to various non-profits, meant to show how much Armitage cares about the people he represents. I know that Armitage couldn’t care less about helping the people, and he really only cares about the power that comes with his position. If he wins the next senate race, there is a good chance he’ll be in the running for the next presidential election.

After contacting several event suppliers last night, I eventually found what I needed for the gala. The masquerade masks were not cheap, especially with it being a last-minute order, but they were perfect, a wide variety of elegantly decorated masks. I was able to get myself and Armitage matching, but unique and one of a kind masks, knowing he would want to stand out in a crowd.

There are only a few hours left until the gala begins, so I start getting ready, caking on as much makeup on my face as I can to try and cover my black eye. As usual, makeup only does so much, and the purple and black bruising is still easily noticeable. Luckily, the mask will cover everything perfectly. The remaining bruising around my neck that has faded to a yellowish hue, will be hidden by the high neck of the dress.

With my hair and makeup finally finished, confident that no one will see any hint of bruising anywhere on my skin, I stand in front of the mirror, letting the red silk robe fall from my shoulders. I decided on a lacy black set to wear under the dress for the evening, even though no one else will be seeing it. As I look at my reflection, my eyes skip over all the other spots on my body and go straight to the deep purple mark on my inner thigh, the one I can’t bare look at without tears wanting to escape.

Cutting things off with Matt and Ben is for the best… right? I shouldn’t be causing trouble for Armitage this close to the election, and involving them was a reckless decision on my part. Had I not abruptly hung up on Matt last night, I would have let him talk me out of putting a stop to whatever plans he and Ben had to help me escape.

Seeing Armitage at his cruelest over the past few days, strung out because of the gala, I know things will only get worse as we get closer to the election. He’s usually more careful about where he leaves any marks on my body, but recently he doesn’t seem to care if evidence of his abuse is left where others can see. I can only imagine what he would do if he ever found out about this past week, about me sneaking out of the hotel without my security and seeing Matt. It was too dangerous, for everyone, and it was better that I ended things now before anyone got hurt, or worse.

I shake any thoughts of Matt from my mind as I slip into the dress just as Armitage walks into the bathroom. He is coming in to check and make sure I look presentable, this being the normal routine before any public event. While I stand in front of the floor to ceiling mirror, flattening out the front of the dress, Armitage stalks up behind me, fully dressed in his black tux. His hand falls to the zipper at my lower back, and roughly zips the dress up.

When he circles around in front of me, he tilts my head up with two fingers under my chin, moving my head from side to side as he inspects my face. “You couldn’t cover that up any better than that?” He spits out, referring to the purple bruising around my eye and the bridge of my nose.

“I’m sorry,” my eyes cast downward, “I can try something else.”

Armitage drops his hand and steps back, giving my entire figure a once over. “I suppose it will have to do, just make sure not to remove your mask in front of guests.”

I only nod in response, still looking down at the ground. I only look up once he starts talking again.

“Remember dear, this is a big night for me. I want you by my side, but try to keep talking to a minimum, you are to be a quiet observer tonight. You are not to embarrass me in any way, do you understand?”

My first mistake is rolling my eyes, not realizing what I did. My second mistake is letting my thoughts fall from my tongue instead of keeping my mouth shut. “I know how to behave myself, Armie. This isn’t our first event.” His eyes immediately grow dark and I know I just majorly fucked up.

In an instant, my back is colliding with the wall, and my jaw is firmly held in one of his hands. The fingers of Hux’s other hand have a bruising grip on my hip. “What has gotten into you lately? Disobeying my instructions, talking back, rolling your eyes at me. You obviously do not know how to behave, and need constant reminding.” He snarls, fingers digging deeper into my side to get the point across. Tears threaten to spill, but I try my best to push them down, not wanting to ruin my makeup any further.

“I-I’m sorry,” I whimper. “Please Armie, you’re hurting me.”

His face is completely red with anger as he keeps me held tight in his grasp. “I don’t know where this new attitude of yours has come from, but I’ve had enough of it. You know I don’t like hurting you, darling, but you need to remember your place.”

Nodding as best I can with his firm grip on my face, tears finally spill over, and I babble out another apology, promising to be good. He finally relents, and releases his hold on me before turning to the mirror and straightening out his tux.

“Clean yourself up and be downstairs in five minutes,” he instructs, glaring at me through the mirror.

Sniffling and nodding, I don’t move from my spot against the wall until he takes his leave from the bathroom. Walking back over to the mirror, I pull up the skirt of the dress and look at the reddened spots on my side. At least I don’t have to worry about anyone seeing these ones, but I know that was done on purpose.

Doing as I was told, I quickly pull myself together, slip on my heels, and tie the masquerade mask on tight so it doesn’t come loose at any point throughout the night. I make my way down the stairs, the fake smile I’ve become well accustomed to wearing now presented on my half-covered face. Finding Armitage at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me, he wraps his arm around my waist and his hand rests on the sore spot on my side, giving it another firm squeeze before saying low in my ear, “don’t disappoint me.”

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Meg + Killer!Solo Twins | Masterlist

This post is to collect the RP interactions with @stranglermatt and @nefarioussolo and will be updated as the story progresses.

Warnings: 18+, Stalking, Domestic Violence, Abuse, Strangulation, Choking, Blood, Murder, Violence, Smut (updated as needed).

The Re-Emergence of One (1) Familiar Face

I. II. III. IV.

A Party & Uncertainty

I. II.

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Meg + Solo Twins Masterlist

This is a post to collectively store the story unfolding among Ben, Meg, and Matt. As the story progresses, this post will be updated.

Warnings: Stalking, Domestic Violence, Choking, Blood, Murder, Violence

The Re-Emergence of One (1) Familiar Face

I. II. III. IIII.

#Archive #stranglermatt #daydreamsofren #Meg + Solo Twins #Killer!Solos #cw: stalking #cw: domestic violence #cw: choking #cw: blood #cw: murder #Masterlist

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In the blink of an eye, the fight is over.

But it certainly had felt like an eternity, wrangling his rage-fueled twin from the now unconscious and bloodied opponent. Ben had known this was the right course of action for tonight, to bring Matt here and allow him a much needed release for the tension and the anger that filled his very veins; though his brother has left quite the scene behind him as he stalks away from the pit, Ben knows good and well if this were any other scenario, the victim would have been left in far worse condition.

Weaving his way through the crowd, he follows his younger brother into another, quieter space where the fighters typically get themselves prepped for the night's events. The roar of the crowd has subsided considerably as the door swings shut, but the intensity of tonight's match has left Ben with a ringing in his ears, much to his irritation.

"I'm going to fucking kill that weasel-faced fuck," Matt spits out the second that the door closes with a thud. His bare fist connects with the nearby metal lockers that line one wall of the room, putting a dent in the flimsy material.

Ben knows that there's nothing that he can say that will calm his brother's temper, but if they're going to do this—and, oh, they will—then he's going to need his brother to clear that clouded head of his and quickly.

"Are you done?"

The agitation that laces Ben's voice is evident which only serves to fuel Matt's ever-burning anger. The blonde whirls around to face his brother, face still flushed and sweat-slicked from the fight. He bares his teeth to Ben menacingly and lifts a hand to point his finger in his older brother's face.

"Don't you fucking dare start on me with that goddamn condescending tone, asshole."

Ben easily swats away Matt's hand, replacing it with his own finger that he now points in the blonde's face. With a few short strides, he backs the younger Solo up until he's pressed against the locker. This time when Ben speaks, his voice is low, dangerous.

"I need you to calm the fuck down. We'll kill him. You'll kill him. But you've got to get that fucking head of yours screwed on tight. This isn't like our usual hunts, this one's big. So get your shit together."

Continuation of this thread with @daydreamsofren & @stranglermatt.

No sooner has Meg disappeared from view does Matt exhale a growl of anger and frustration. Ben lifts a hand to clasp it to his brother’s shoulder only to be immediately shrugged off.

“I’ll fucking kill that piece of shit,” Matt spits through gritted teeth.

It’s good, Ben thinks, that he’s here now with his brother. Of the two, Matt has quite the tendency to fly off the handle in the best of situations and this...well this is anything but that.

“Relax,” Ben replies, falling into perfect step with Matt as they move away from the hotel, his hands now shoving deep into his jean pockets. “He’ll get what’s coming to him, but first we need to get your head clear.” When he catches Matt’s quick whip of his head to look at him, Ben amends his statement. “Foregoing a hunt.”

Beside him there is a grumble of displeasure and a few choice words that elicit a roll of Ben’s eyes, but together, they walk on.

Twenty minutes later, they arrive on foot to their destination. The darkness of a dimly lit alley swallows the men up as they turn and disappear from street view, soon descending down a dingy flight of concrete stairs to reach a decrepit metal door. Ben lifts a hand and pounds with his fits against the cool surface and barely a second has passed before the small rectangular cut-out in the center of the door slides open to reveal a set of eyes. The man on the other side scans them briefly before the slide closes and the door opens, allowing both Ben and Matt to step inside.

The lighting in the basement of the hallway of the building they find themselves in is no better than the alley, but Ben has been here often enough that he knows the way by heart now. He leads his brother further into the heart of the basement, and closer to the rumbling of a crowd that grows nearer with each step.

This may not be a hunt, but it will do, Ben knows.

As they finally step into the room containing a makeshift boxing ring and the crowd that surrounds it, Ben swiftly scans the crowd with a keen gaze until he lands on tonight’s organizer. He nudges his brother and motions with a nod of his head to the man across the room. Together they cross the space, and make their preparations in order to enter the next available fight.

#stranglermatt #daydreamsofren #cw: blood #cw: violence #cw: domestic violence mention

[nefarioussolo]

MIND YOUR BUSINESS.

EXCUSE ME?! SNORT IT OFF HIS ABS? I'D LIKE TO SNORT ONE LINE OFF HIS DICK PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

MA’AM--

I wholeheartedly agree yes PLEASE, fuck me UP, BEN!

#what am I doing? #lots of fun things #none of which you get to be a part of #stranglermatt

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Continuation of this thread with @daydreamsofren & @stranglermatt.

No sooner has Meg disappeared from view does Matt exhale a growl of anger and frustration. Ben lifts a hand to clasp it to his brother’s shoulder only to be immediately shrugged off.

“I’ll fucking kill that piece of shit,” Matt spits through gritted teeth.

It’s good, Ben thinks, that he’s here now with his brother. Of the two, Matt has quite the tendency to fly off the handle in the best of situations and this...well this is anything but that.

“Relax,” Ben replies, falling into perfect step with Matt as they move away from the hotel, his hands now shoving deep into his jean pockets. “He’ll get what’s coming to him, but first we need to get your head clear.” When he catches Matt’s quick whip of his head to look at him, Ben amends his statement. “Foregoing a hunt.”

Beside him there is a grumble of displeasure and a few choice words that elicit a roll of Ben’s eyes, but together, they walk on.

Twenty minutes later, they arrive on foot to their destination. The darkness of a dimly lit alley swallows the men up as they turn and disappear from street view, soon descending down a dingy flight of concrete stairs to reach a decrepit metal door. Ben lifts a hand and pounds with his fits against the cool surface and barely a second has passed before the small rectangular cut-out in the center of the door slides open to reveal a set of eyes. The man on the other side scans them briefly before the slide closes and the door opens, allowing both Ben and Matt to step inside.

The lighting in the basement of the hallway of the building they find themselves in is no better than the alley, but Ben has been here often enough that he knows the way by heart now. He leads his brother further into the heart of the basement, and closer to the rumbling of a crowd that grows nearer with each step.

This may not be a hunt, but it will do, Ben knows.

As they finally step into the room containing a makeshift boxing ring and the crowd that surrounds it, Ben swiftly scans the crowd with a keen gaze until he lands on tonight’s organizer. He nudges his brother and motions with a nod of his head to the man across the room. Together they cross the space, and make their preparations in order to enter the next available fight.

#stranglermatt #daydreamsofren

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I'll kill him.

This is the first thought that pops into Ben's mind when Matt shows off the bruises littered across Meg's torso. He knows without a single shred of doubt that his brother has had the same thought float into his own mind. Much like himself, he knows that Matt rarely holds a soft spot for anyone. In fact Meg may be the only one his brother has ever allowed to see him be vulnerable.

And Armitage...

The name alone is enough to make Ben see red. For too long Ben has had to defend his younger brother from the pathetic little redhead who'd had nothing better to do than pick on him during their younger years.

"We'll take care of him," Ben says instantly. "Whatever you need, we'll do it."

His gaze sweeps over to where his brother stands, arms wrapped around Meg. The words that pass between them are unspoken, but they know what must be done. Hux will be dealt with; he will receive their brand of justice and he will beg for mercy...though none shall be delivered to him.

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@daydreamsofren | Continuation of this thread.

Matt grinds his teeth together as he takes you in, noting the skittishness you’ve been trying to cover up in the guise of friendly banter. He didn’t miss the way your eyes widened in fear of him and he didn’t like it. Of all the people in the world, he didn’t want you to be afraid of him.

But he didn’t want you here either.

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This is not at all what Ben had expected...

He'd heard the key slide into the deadbolt. He'd expected his younger brother to be on the other side of the door. What he hadn't expected was for another familiar face to be with him.

Ben's brows crease momentarily as he takes the pair in, his eyes darting from Matt to Meg and then back to his brother. Huffing a breath through his nose, Ben steps back and swings the door further open to allow them entry to his tiny apartment.

The door closes swiftly behind them once they cross the threshold, the lock put firmly back into place before Ben turns back to face his visitors. It's clear by Meg's expression alone that she is distressed, though if it wasn't plainly written across her features, it sure as hell would be by the way in which Matt paces in the living space of Ben's apartment.

Ben crosses the space to reach his old friend, pulling her into an embrace that sees her pressed flush against his chest. "You look like shit," he says affectionately, eliciting only the tiniest, barely audible laugh that would have surely gone unnoticed by anyone who isn't Matt or Ben. "What the fuck did you do to her," he asks his brother from over Meg's shoulder.

"Fuck you," Matt replies almost immediately. "We're not here because of me."

Releasing his hold on Meg, Ben positions himself against the nearest wall, leaning back and folding his arms across his chest. "No? Then why are you here? And why does she look so goddamn distressed?"

@daydreamsofren | Continuation of this thread.

Matt grinds his teeth together as he takes you in, noting the skittishness you’ve been trying to cover up in the guise of friendly banter. He didn’t miss the way your eyes widened in fear of him and he didn’t like it. Of all the people in the world, he didn’t want you to be afraid of him.

But he didn’t want you here either.

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#stranglermatt #daydreamsofren

[nefarioussolo]

"Jesus Christ, you're meant to be teaching her not fucking her," Ben teases Matt when he approaches with drinks in hand.

The remark elicits a fit of giggles from the woman positioned against the pool table, the cue in her hand pushing forward to miss the white cue ball entirely. "Oops," she calls out among the laughter.

Holy fuck, Ben thinks to himself, she's worse off than initially suspected. Perhaps the powder that's been sufficiently mixed into her drink isn't needed after all. But still, as his brother rights himself back up into a standing position to throw a scowl Ben's way, Ben hands him a beer, keeping one for himself and handing the third to the woman.

"Better luck next time, sweetheart." Ben clinks the bottom of his bottle against hers before lifting it to take a small sip.

He watches as she downs a surprising amount of the hoppy liquid on the first go. By his calculation she should be getting drowsy in a matter of minutes. Ben slips an arm around her waist, maintaining a grip on his own bottle with the other hand as he motions to the pool table with a nod of his head.

"Think it's your turn, dickhead."

"Asshole," Matt mutters in immediate response, the retort causing Ben to grin.

"Now, now, boys. No need to fight." Already, her words are slurring together, undoubtedly helped by the alcohol she'd consumed prior to the brothers' arrival.

"No one's fighting here, sweetheart," Ben assures her. "We're just having a bit of fun..."

Hey, asshole. Pack your own kill bag tonight. I'm not carrying your shit around for you again.

No? Is that jumpsuit merely for aesthetics then? It has pockets for a reason and I’m not above utilizing them if you won’t. Anyway, calm the fuck down. I’ve already got my shit packed and ready to go.

#stranglermatt #cw: implied drugging #cw: alcohol

[nefarioussolo]

Wait... Hold on one goddamn second...

How in the fuck does Matt have a girlfriend and I don't?!

#the audacity #truly #stranglermatt

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Last Song: F.C.P.R.E.M.I.X. - The Fall of Troy

Last Movie: Tenet

Currently Reading: American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis

Currently Watching: The Haunting of Bly Manor

Currently Craving: Matt's not shut up about egg rolls all goddamn day, so now I also want one. And maybe some fried rice to go with it.

#daydreamsofren #stranglermatt #get to know me

[nefarioussolo]

Hypothetically speaking, who started killing first, you or Matt? Or did you take your first victim together?

Matt kicked it all off, but I suppose you could call it a joint effort in the end.

Hypothetically...of course.

#Anonymous #cw: murder #stranglermatt

[nefarioussolo]

It's effortless, second nature, really, this façade that Ben puts on.

He's become so practiced at the art of luring in their victims that it's like flicking a switch. Though his charm does not vanish entirely, it is dulled down to now include a faux drunkenness that puts the woman at ease. It's near instant how quickly she agrees to follow him to meet his brother a the pool table where a new game has been set up.

There's little need for introductions seeing as the woman that clings to Ben, hands wandering and eyes roaming, won't be alive to recall either of them in a few short hours. And yet... It is necessary to continue the charade. With a wave of his hand, he introduces their new guest to Matt and vice versa.

"You two don't look like twins," she says with a rather annoying series of giggles.

Ben closes his eyes briefly, inhaling a breath in order to calm himself. Unlike his brother, Ben is not quick to anger, but he's heard this song and seen this dance more times than he cares to count and even he has to admit that it's rather grating on his nerves.

"We get that a lot," he replies, eyes opening to peer down at their companion for the evening. "Sweetheart. Why don't you spend a little time with my brother, get to know him and I'll get us some drinks, hm? Maybe he can even show you how to play some pool..."

The woman pulls her hands away from Ben in order to clap excitedly, proclaiming her assent at his suggestion, her attention now focused on the blonde. Ben motions to Matt that he'll be just a moment before excusing himself with the intention of grabbing three beers, only one of which will be consumed.

Tucked away in his pocket is a little vial with a tasteless powder that will only help this night go all the more smoothly.

Hey, asshole. Pack your own kill bag tonight. I'm not carrying your shit around for you again.

No? Is that jumpsuit merely for aesthetics then? It has pockets for a reason and I’m not above utilizing them if you won’t. Anyway, calm the fuck down. I’ve already got my shit packed and ready to go.

#stranglermatt #cw: alcohol #cw: implied drugging

[nefarioussolo]

What was it like growing up with Matt? Also who’s the older brother?

Have you met him? He's a nightmare; always has been. Pretty sure he came out of the womb full of rage.

As for who's older, it's me by five minutes. And I'll never let him forget it.

#cornmousequeen #stranglermatt

[nefarioussolo]

By the time they arrive to their destination, the surrounding businesses have all closed for the day, and the small apartment building that sits across the street from the bar bares only one illuminated window.

Like Matt, Ben too exits the vehicle, pocketing the keys and striding alongside his younger brother towards the entrance of the bar. This is far from Ben's first time in this establishment, and yet he never fails to be surprised at just how much smoke pours out from the brown metal door when he pulls it open.

If their unwitting victim doesn't die by their hand tonight then undoubtedly the cigarette consumption within this bar would do the job quite nicely.

Stepping into the bar, Ben's eyes sweep from left to right, taking quick stock of each patron within the four faux wooden paneled walls. Sitting on one of the stools, eyes half-drooped from tonight's alcohol consumption, is a pretty young brunette.

She is alone.

She is lonely.

She is perfect.

Ben eyes his brother and gives the subtlest of nods in the woman's direction, signaling that this is tonight's prey.

Hey, asshole. Pack your own kill bag tonight. I'm not carrying your shit around for you again.

No? Is that jumpsuit merely for aesthetics then? It has pockets for a reason and I’m not above utilizing them if you won’t. Anyway, calm the fuck down. I’ve already got my shit packed and ready to go.

#stranglermatt #cw: alcohol consumption

[nefarioussolo]

With a grumble, Ben slips his phone into his pocket and takes hold of the handles of his black canvas bag.

The car that sits outside of the home beeps twice to signal that it's been unlocked, the trunk popping open just wide enough to allow Ben to deposit the bag into it before closing it securely.

"Would you hurry the fuck up," his brother hisses at him from the passenger side of the vehicle whilst he tugs on the handle, opening the door.

Ben huffs an exasperated breath through his nose but says nothing as he slides in behind the wheel. Already, he has formulated a plan in his mind: he'll drive them to 57th where a seedy little bar sits among rows of homes and businesses alike. He knows, having been there a multitude of times before that there are no lights there, save for the Christmas lights that decorate the barred windows all year round.

It's the perfect spot.

With a twist of the key in the ignition, the car roars to life and Ben steps on the gas, eager to get them to their destination.

Hey, asshole. Pack your own kill bag tonight. I'm not carrying your shit around for you again.

No? Is that jumpsuit merely for aesthetics then? It has pockets for a reason and I’m not above utilizing them if you won’t. Anyway, calm the fuck down. I’ve already got my shit packed and ready to go.

#stranglermatt #cw: strangulation