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marvelwitchergilmore · 10 months

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In Love

Summary: Clint Barton x Fe!Reader ~ Turns out, you’ve been keeping a massive secret from Clint despite being his friend and co-worker for the last six years.

Disclaimer: violence, swearing (I think), pining, life-or-death situations, kiss to keep cover, fluff, hand holding, angst, blood, torture, Clint does not have kids or a wife or has ever, 16+ themes (Criminal Minds kinda thing). MDNI - This is your warning - If you read on, you have agreed to read 16+ themes.

The moment you came home your first day in the field, you knew what was to come.

You never fell in love. Never even fell into ‘like’. But the moment you met him…it was game over. Your future self laughed at your younger self.

“I’m never gonna fall in love.” you would say. “I’m never gonna like a boy like that. I’m not going to want someone to come home to. I want my own space. I don’t want anyone by my side. I don’t need anyone but my dogs. They can keep me company when I’m old and grey.”

God, you wished you could be like that again. Despite knowing none of it would be true, you wished you still had those ideologies. That you would never fall in love. That you would never date or marry or want children and turn out to be a Sports Mom with a minivan filled with gear, orange slices and cases of water you got on sale from Costco.

But the moment you saw him…that ideology died. In fact, it burst into a ball of flames.

You had never had that feeling before. That kind of feeling that sent a tornado through your stomach, blood pumping around your body as if you’d just fought for your life in a cross country race and your heart doing somersaults against your lungs that knocked the air out of them.

But the moment you saw him…you had to scold yourself.

And you scolded yourself over and over and over and over again, for years.

Agent Clint Barton was first and foremost your teammate. You could only trust one another to the extent that the other did. Same with the rest of your team.

Without trust, there would be no foundation for anything.

And he trusted you. That much was clear.

Afterwards, you, Clint and the rest of your team became friends and before long, you were a unit. A family.

Each and every one of you knew the other like the back of your hands, except…Clint felt like he was missing something with you.

He knew you were keeping something from him. And sometimes it felt like the rest of the team were trying to keep your secret, too.

Though, you knew that the rest of the team didn’t know for certain about your feelings towards Clint. They knew you but when it came to your love life, you were the only one none of them could figure out. Your cards were kept firmly against your chest.

One evening, Willa (one of your teammates) spotted you in a small cafe getting a drink with a guy and when she saw you Monday morning, she instantly asked you about him. The whole team was there. Were you about to reveal that you have a secret boyfriend this whole time? Perhaps he was your husband and you had 4 kids and secretly owned a private school in Nebraska?

But, no.

“He was just a guy and we had a good time but I don’t think I’m gonna see him again.”

“Why not?” Clint asked you.

“Because the day after I saw him in the park with his girlfriend and their dog.”

“Ooh,”

“I’m sorry, honey.” Willa frowned.

“It’s okay.”

For the next couple of months, you went on more dates. Some were set up by Willa and Jerry (another teammate) and the rest by online sites. And, some were more successful than others but in the end, none of them gave you that feeling that you had when you first met Clint. That kind of feeling, the moment you dropped your bag and closed your front door had you nodding your head and accepting, “Yep, this is it.” as you realised, somehow, miraculously, you’d managed to have a loving crush on someone. But it wouldn’t matter, because he is your teammate.

And, after two years of trying to get rid of your feelings for him, or at least, trying to accept them and move on with your life, Clint sent your heart spirally and fell even harder when yourself, Willa, Jerry, Una and Clint were all sent on a mission together.

It was an extraction.

The host of the gala was a multi-millionaire and would be auctioning off his prized possessions in a secret auction. The gala was simply a front. After all, why would more than three dozen highly wealthy people all come to the same country for “a holiday”.

His prized possessions included a hard-drive that opened the buyer to a world of information surrounding offshore accounts that were used to help free-lance agents that still had ties to any and all government organisations.

Shield included.

Only, after the initial smooth sailing, things took a turn.

“It’s not here.”

From the other side of the bar, your eyes met with Clint’s and you spoke into your drink as you lifted it to your lips. “What do you mean it’s not there?”

“I mean it’s not here.” Jerry told you down comms. “The harddrive. It’s not in this room.”

“Then where could it- oh no.”

“Oh no? What oh no?” Clint asked.

Willa turned her back to the column. “It’s in his jacket.”

“What do you mean it’s in his jacket?”

“Ten O’clock.”

Low and behold, there the host stood, the silver USB stick in his hand, smiling as he waved it around three other potential buyers.

One of them went to touch it and the host pocketed it before he could, smiling before removing his jacket and handing it to his butler beside him who folded it up and began to walk away with it.

“Where’s he taking it?”

Willa lip-read what she could from the conversation.

“His bedroom.”

“His bedroom is heavily guarded.”

“You don’t say.”

“Guys, what are we going to do? We need that hard drive.” Jerry’s voice rang through.

“Someone needs to get his attention.” Willa replied.

“How?” you asked.

“I have an idea.”

Moments later, Clint was by your side.

“What are you-”

“Just trust me. You can punch me later.”

You placed your hand in Clint’s as he led you to the dance floor and suddenly you were very aware of your own skin. It was an odd feeling.

“Just do what I do. But backwards. And in heels.”

“Thanks, Fred. What exactly is your plan here?”

Clint’s eyes met yours. “He looks in your direction every 45 seconds. I’m going to give him an excuse to make his move.”

You yelped in shock as Clint pulled you flush against him, his hand flexing on your lower back.

“Just trust me?”

You caught the sincere look in his eyes and all you could do was nod.

It worked.

Just as Clint was moving you around the dance floor, your mind going elsewhere, there came a tap onto Clint’s shoulder.

“May I cut in?”

“Of course.”

Clint pressed a kiss to your cheek, quickly whispering in your ear. “Flirt. You look beautiful, by the way.”

You smiled and nodded as he walked away, letting your hands slip from his and into the host’s. And, after flirting for the length of a song, feeling his hands go lower down your back, your own hands stopping him, he finally walked you up the stairs and towards his bedroom.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got eyes on you.” Clint spoke down comms.

You looked over your shoulder as you climbed the grand staircase with the host’s hand at your back, and you saw Clint to the left of the dance floor, watching you carefully.

Once you found yourself with the host, alone, in his bedroom and the guards told to clear away and take their break for an hour or so, you made quick work in knocking him out, finding the jacket and removing the hard drive.

Only, once you left and met Clint outside the bedroom door, a new to duty guard came around the corner.

“Just follow me.” Clint took your hand in his as he pocketed the hard drive into his jacket.

You only got half-way walking down the hall when the guard, who had peaked in on the host, came back out and shouted for you both to stop.

Of course, you didn’t.

You both ran instead.

Then an alarm was pulled and every guard the host paid seemed to be after you and Clint.

“What are you going to do?” Willa asked as Clint pressed something into her hand as he ran past her and out of the door.

“We’ll meet you back at the safe house.” Clint told Willa. “Just take the hard drive and get it to Jerry. Una, tell me you’ve got the van ready.”

“Ready. I’ll meet Willa and Jerry at the extraction point.”

“Good.”

And for the next ten minutes, you and Clint were running through the streets and back alleyways of the town, running in separate directions for a while before bumping into each other down a side-ally.

Footsteps were coming closer and the sound of bullets were flying through the air.

“They don’t know what they’re aiming at.”

“But they’ll find us soon.”

“If we run out now, they’ll shoot at us.”

“So what do we do?”

“I don’t know.” you looked at him, breathless, before looking back down the alley.

Then it hit Clint.

“I have an idea but I need you to trust me. Like, really trust me.”

“Jesus Christ, Barton. Just get on with it.” you finally called out as he tried to prevent the inevitability of his plan - despite you not knowing what it was.

The footsteps were drawing closer and for a moment they stopped, a light flashed down the alleyway and voice talked before the running continued.

But none of that registered in the moment because your brain was short-circuiting since Clint’s bright idea was to kiss you.

His hands came to your face and he could feel your hands on his arms, ready to push him off and probably punch him. But you didn’t. And, rather than the kiss being stiff and awkward…it was unlike any other.

One of his hands still remained by the side of your face when the light shone down the path but his other came down your body, sending goosebumps in their wake, before he pulled you against him and he stepped closer pressing you between him and the wall.

Your own hands travelled up to his neck and pulled him closer but once the footsteps died away, the kiss slowly came to an end leaving you both breathless against one another.

“I think it worked.”

Clint nodded, swallowing hard, as he looked at you.

How had he never noticed the reflection of the stars in your eyes before?

“I think it did. Are you gonna punch me now?”

Clint watched as you paused for a moment.

“Not right now. But if they come back, I might.”

“We better go?”

You nodded. “We better go.”

You had to push yourself along because you knew, if you didn’t, you’d kiss him again and he’d simply kissed you to avoid getting caught, right? There would be no dire consequences after that kiss.

But all Clint could do was scold himself as you both made your way back to the safe house. How had he never noticed the stars in your eyes before? Or how, in the morning, the rays of the sun shone back just as bright? He also scolded himself from allowing himself to emotionally indulge in the kiss he shared with you. You are his teammate. And he knew himself.

He couldn’t let his heart get involved, or else there would be dire consequences.

Initially, things felt…awkward. But, after four years, it was just an old memory, right? And, yeah, sure, the memory would be revisited from time to time whether independently or shared…kinda. Mostly, this was when the team would have drinks one night and would be talking about love lives and first kisses and worst kisses.

“Alright, alright, alright. I’ll give you that one.” Una said, swirling her bottle of beer. “But kissing to avoid something, that can't work, can it?”

“It can.”

Your mouth spoke the words before your brain could stop you.

“And how would you know?”

You caught Clint’s smirk as he looked down to his beer.

“I just do.”

“Oh, really?”

“Come on, tell us!” Willa cried.

You shook your head with a suppressed laugh. “I’ve said too much.”

“No, come on!”

“Maybe some other time.”

“No fair.”

“Okay,” you smiled. “You tell us about what happened with Derek and your ‘worldly knowledge’ and I’ll tell you my story.”

Willa narrowed her eyes at you, playfully. “You play a clever game.”

You just sat back and smiled.

But despite all of this, four years on, neither you or Clint had seemingly changed. But he still felt like you were hiding something from him.

Except, he’d find out soon enough. And not in a way either of you hoped he would.

This time, you’d been called in on your day off.

“What’s going on?”

Clint turned around from the monitor and was at first taken aback from your clothing. Usually, you wore black pants and a black t-shirt to work or a work shirt or, if the situation called for it, sand coloured cargo trousers and a breathable t-shirt. Though, that was usually when having to attend a military base outside of cooler weather.

Instead, you wore a cosy jumper and dungarees that had paint splatter all over them, including your white pumps and small freckles of pain on the baby hairs that had escaped their cover of the hair bandanna.

Clint also spotted the remnants of nail polish in your cuticles and light paint on the side of your hands.

“We’ve just got- have you been decorating?”

You looked over yourself. “Oh, yeah. Felt like a change. Anyway, what’s going on?”

“We’ve just got wind of a hostage situation. We can’t make verbal contact with the abductor but they did send this out.”

It was a note.

And it was through that note that led you and Clint making an extraction which was initially successful until you did a final sweep afterwards only to be knocked out when you spotted a door had been left ajar and the lights turned off.

Clint, after not hearing your reply, came in after you.

And that was how you both ended up waking up inside some beat down old home that had probably been designed in the 40s.

His voice was hazy, but you heard Clint call your name. You also tried your best to take in a breath but was only met with a damp stench and the feeling of your lungs crushing you into shock.

“Take it easy, he hit you pretty hard.”

After a few minutes, you finally gained some normality in your lungs but the sting was still there.

“What happened?”

“After he went all sleeper agent on you, I came in and found you unconscious. I was trying to wake you when he stuck something in my neck.”

“I see you got the peaceful option.”

“Funny.”

“Where the hell are we?” you asked, trying your best to look around.

“I don’t know. I haven’t heard any cars so I’m gonna take a guess and say we’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“Well, that narrows it down.”

“Did you see who took us?”

“No.”

“Would you like to?”

You and Clint snapped your heads to the open space in front of you both.

Out from the shadows appeared the guy who you had seen just before his gun came across your head and your body hit the ground.

The man walked from one side of the room, to the other, screwing in the light-bulbs beneath the lampshades causing both you and Clint to squint at the brightness. You’d both been submerged in darkness for quite some time.

“My name is Jack. I know, how original. It was actually my mother’s father’s name. Named after my grandfather, grand ol’ Jack. Lived till he was 92. Always said the best way to survive was to always tell the truth. That lies weighed on the soul. And to have a small shot of whiskey before going to bed. Said that was good for the heart since it quietened the mind.”

“Really touching story,” you cut him off. “But why are we here?”

“Don’t you get it?”

You and Clint looked at one another. Had you both missed a part of this conversation?

“I tried to save those people in the warehouse.” Jack told both of you as he straddled a chair. “People in this world need saving from themselves. People are dying younger than they ever did. And it’s because of all the lies. The lies they keep from their parents, and their children and themselves. It’s all crushing their soul. And I knew…” Jack smiled, wagging his finger. “I knew the moment I saw you down there that yours was being crushed the most.”

“Saw me?”

Jack stood from his chair. “I was in the corner office, on the top floor. It has an excellent view. Whoever has that office next will love it. The accents on the wall, ah magnificent.” Jack kissed his fingers before continuing. “But it gave me a good scope. I understand not everyone will…agree with my methods, per say.”

“No, because you took people hostage.” Clint pointed out.

“I was trying to save them! And I was finally getting through to them until those SWAT guys pulled out my team.”

“Again, because you had taken them hostage. And now you’ve taken us hostage.”

“This world needs saving!” Jack yelled. “It needs saving from the lies people tell and the secrets they all hide.”

“Alright!” you yelled out before calming your voice. “Alright. So…the world needs saving? Jack, do you really think you’re saving it…by killing people? The hold-up down on 9th? That was you, right? Those people you let go-”

“They let their souls free. They told the truth.”

“So, if we-” you looked at Clint before turning back to Jack. “If we tell you the truth, will you let us go?”

“Yes.”

For a moment, the feeling in the room got lighter. Maybe there was a way out after all.

“But you’ll only lie. No, you…your secrets are too big to just give up freely. You…you’re a take em’ to the grave kinda gal. So, no. I won’t let you go. Not until I know that it’s the truth.”

“How will you know?”

Clint regretted asking the question.

“Because she’ll be begging to tell me. You both will.”

Neither of you knew how much time had passed but the spots from the light were getting duller and bigger.

“No, no. You can not sleep yet. You haven’t freed your soul.”

“Why do we have to free our souls?” you asked, the taste of blood coming to your mouth. “What if I don’t want to be saved? You said it yourself. I’d rather take mine to the grave.”

“Oh, but you don’t. Not really.”

Jack had been circling you and Clint for a while, as if he were a hunter, teasing you - waiting for you to beg to be killed.

“No, I can see it in your eyes. The eyes never lie.”

Jack levelled himself though he wasn’t close enough to knock out. His hands gripped your thighs as he hummed, annoyance clear in his expression as he tried to figure out your secret.

“Perhaps you killed someone? No, that isn’t it. Maybe you ran away? Have a secret family? No, that’s not it either. The eyes never lie to me. What is it? What are you not telling me? What are you not telling yourself?”

Clint called your name and Jack saw the slightest change in you. So slight, in fact, even you didn’t feel it.

“It’s him. It had something to do with your team. No, teammate. It’s him and just him.”

Jack pushed against your thighs so he could stand up straight. Quickly, he made his way over to Clint and circled him.

“What is it? What is it about you, huh? What has her secret got to do with you? Let's see if we can find out.”

You heard the snap of a switchblade as it opened and the fight for Jack to steady Clint but before he could make the first cut or slice, you cried out.

“Stop! He doesn’t know! He- he doesn’t know. Please…just…just don’t hurt him. Please.”

Jack looked over to you and Clint’s name escaped your lips, both in pleading and question.

“Oh…oh, this runs so much deeper than just a secret.”

You lowered your head for a moment. The pounding in your heart was only made harder by your own silent cries telling you to not say anything else. But there was a chance you’d both die, so why not tell him? Right? Maybe it would save your lives? Or would it only give Jack more ammunition to use?

“Doesn’t it?”

“Please…don’t.”

Jack knelt in front of you and gently touched your cheek before moving his hand down and grasping under your jaw, forcing your head up.

“Tell me. Let me free your soul.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks, your heart crushing your lungs inside your chest.

“If you don’t tell me, I will only hurt him more. And you don’t want to hurt him. Tell me. Help me save both of you. Tell me. No, tell him.”

Jack moved your head, forcing you to look at Clint with tear stained cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Clint. I’m so sorry.”

Your name came from Clint’s voice, barely above a whisper.

“You can admit it,” Jack said your name. “You committed the most heinous act an agent such as yourself can do, didn’t you? You created a danger, not only for him, but yourself.”

Clint said your name again, trying to move his hands only to find them still shackled to his chair.

“You fell in love.”

You took in a breath, the beating feeling in your chest, turning into a stabbing feeling against your lungs. Your head remained down as you squoze your eyes shut, more tears escaping from your lids, down your lashes and onto your lap.

“Please…”

You didn’t even know if Jack could hear you, but you pleaded with him anyway.

“We need to hear you say it.”

You remained silent but then-

“Say it!”

Jack’s hand came to your face and pushed you to look at him.

“Say it! Say it!”

You continued to plead with him until he pushed you back further and you screamed out.

“I fell in love! I fell in love! Please! Stop! No! Please! I-I fell in love! I fell in love with him! Please! I-I fell in love with him. I’m in love with him!”

Jack stopped and waited a moment before pulling you back so all four legs of the chair were on the ground and he finally removed his hand from your face.

“And there it is.”

He was smiling. The look and sound of fear in your body had pushed him further but the defeated look on your face…that couldn’t be bought. That had to be created, by his hands.

Clint looked between Jack and you and he didn’t know what to be more worried about. What Jack could possibly do to you next, or the fact that even he knew you were telling the truth to Jack.

You were in love with him.

But he didn’t have long to sit and think about it because flashing lights suddenly came from behind the thick fabric that covered the broken windows, blocking out the light of the day and night.

“No! No!” Jack shouted. “I still need to save them!”

It all happened so quickly, Clint barely caught the fact that Willa had rushed inside, Una arresting Jack and detaining him. Willa rushed over to Clint as Jerry came over to you.

“How did you find us?” Clint asked Willa as Jerry came behind you and picked the locks of your handcuffs.

“Are you okay?”

Jerry knew it was a stupid question, even when you didn’t answer him.

“A dog walker called it in. Said they could hear someone yelling as if they were in pain. He also knew no one has lived in this house since 1982.”

As Willa picked Clint’s handcuffs, Jerry had managed to get you out of yours and without looking back, you darted for the door.

“Wait, wait,” Una called after you. “We need to wait for the medics.”

“Can you take me to the hospital?”

Una looked you over. She could see the clear look in your eyes. You didn’t want to stay here for another second.

“Don’t you want to wait for Clin-”

“Now?”

Una nodded, radioing into Willa who was standing behind Clint, letting Jerry finish unpicking the locks.

“Sure, I’ll call ahead.”

“Thank you, Willa.”

Hoping into the passenger seat, you shut the door as Una climbed into the driver’s seat and took off down the road and to the local hospital.

“What happened in there?” Una asked you as she flicked her eyes from the road to you and back again.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Even with your hand shaking, you pushed your fingers across your face to try and wipe away the tears.

By the time you arrived at the hospital, you were taken to a separate room where Una stayed in the waiting room, filling out your forms. Your hands were too shaky to even hold a pen and you could just about remember your own name.

The doctor ran multiple tests and pushed the small cuts together with closure slips.

“You’re all good but I’d like you to remain here for a couple hours, just in case there’s any change.”

You nodded and quietly thanked the doctor as she left.

There were patches of dirt on your hands, as well as blood and old tears where they washed away the stains.

After an hour, Una came in only to leave a few minutes later since she was called back to base to interrogate Jack. And, as she left, you slowly lowered yourself down on the hospital bed and, despite the noise in your head, you fell asleep.

A few hours later, a nurse came in and woke up.

“You can go home now, honey. We’re gonna need this bed.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” you tried to get up quickly but the nurse only laid a hand on your shoulder.

“It’s okay, honey. Take your time. I read your chart, you took quite the hit. Your friend is waiting for you in the waiting room to take you home.”

You nodded, swinging your legs over the side.

“Here. Take these for the headache.”

“Thank you.”

“No worries, honey.”

By the time you had grabbed your jacket and started walking down the hallway, you stalled when you saw who the nurse was talking about.

If you had the energy, you probably would have run in the opposite direction. But you didn’t. You were tired and if the nurse hadn’t woken you, you probably would have slept for the next 24 hours.

“Una was gonna come but I fought her for it.” Clint tried to smile but he could see your’s was just forced.

“Look, what happened-”

“Clint, please…I– I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to go home.”

“Okay.”

The drive back was silent and awkward and by the time he pulled up, you looked at him for as long as you could stomach (which wasn’t long) before opening up the door and thanking him.

And, the moment you pushed your key inside your door, you thought you were safe. That everything was finished for the day and you could deal with it tomorrow.

But Clint got out of the car and called your name.

“Wait!”

He took the porch steps two at a time and when he finally reached you, you forced yourself to look at him.

“I need to say something.”

“You don’t have to say anything, Clint.”

“But I want to.”

“Please…I’d…I just want to forget what happened today. Please…I can’t do it again.”

“I know you’re scared and watching what he was doing to you…I was scared, too. I am. I am scared.”

“Clint,” you could see the look in his eyes and you shook your head. “No. Don’t. Don’t say anything you’re gonna regret.”

“The only thing I regret is not telling you earlier.” Clint told you. “Then maybe none of this would have happened.”

“Clint-”

“I-”

“Please.”

Your hand flew to his chest and he stopped talking. “Please. Whatever you’re about to say…please wait. Wait for the right time.”

Finally, you looked at him and his hands came to the top of your arms, stroking downwards before holding you close.

“Please…just wait.”

“Okay.”

That was all he said before kissing your head and saying it again.

“Okay. I’ll wait.”

By the time you woke up in the morning, your mind had stilled and before it could get loud again, you started painting again. All of your furniture was covered and two out of the 6 walls you had planned to paint had been cleaned, stripped, sanded, coated and painted.

And, just as you started on the third, a knock came to your door.

“I just want to help.” Clint told you. “And, let’s be honest, last time you tried decorating this place on your own, you nearly knocked yourself out with paint cleaner.”

You, for the first time in the last 48 hours, smiled.

“You can take the kitchen. There should be some new cupboards to keep you company.”

“You’re finally changing them?” Clint asked, entering the kitchen, his tool belt around his hips.

“I am. Picked them out last week.”

“Thank god.” he said. “I hated the last ones.”

“Same.”

The rest of the day ran smoothly enough, despite what the last couple of days had revealed. Clint informed you that you and him both had the next two weeks off before either of you could go back into the field. He also helped fix the kitchen cabinets to the wall as well as install your new oven. You could have done it on your own, but having someone else there made it easier. Clint also helped you move around the heavier furniture and, when fixing the wiring to the lightbulb, he held the ladder steady under you so you wouldn’t fall.

And for the following two days, neither of you mentioned anything about what happened with Jack. It was like nothing had ever happened in the first place.

Until Clint decided he couldn’t wait anymore.

It was easier, before the kiss, to shut off his feelings for you; that worry, that concern, that joy that exceeded more than just the smile of friendship. But after, they became much more clear. He saw the stars in your eyes and the light in your smile. He was more than just amazed at your talents of being an agent. Of course, those who joined Shield all had similar talents, but there was just something more about you. More to be figured out, more to learn, more to be desired and most of all, more to be loved.

He couldn’t wait any longer.

Sure, he’d been called stubborn before but now he was impatient. He’d let time slip by for six years and in that time there had been moments where he wanted to call out from the top of buildings that his feelings for you were more than that of a friend, of a teammate. But he couldn’t.

There was always a mission or a job to be done or a date that got in the way. And now, there had been a raging lunatic that, if Willa and the rest of the team hadn’t landed when they did, could have killed you. He’d set your soul free, you’d been able to tell your secret. What was to stop him from not letting the rest of you go? What was stopping him from shooting you where you sat or using your life against his?

Nothing.

Because Clint couldn’t free himself. He couldn’t free himself from his chair or the shackles that kept him there. No matter how many times he called out your name or shouted for Jack to stop, he couldn’t free himself. He couldn’t get there. He couldn’t stop Jack from doing whatever he wanted to the women he fell in love with all those years ago.

But he could do something now.

So, as you stood beside him in the kitchen measuring out a plank of wood to fit on the wall above your stove, Clint looked at you and finally told you what he’d been wanting to tell you for years and what he was about to tell you two days ago before you begged him to wait, you not fully knowing whether he was going to reject you or tell you that he loved you.

“I’m in love with you.”

Whatever you had been saying about the plank of wood and how you needed to get some more sandpaper from Home Depot quickly came to a stop as you stumbled over your words and looked at him.

“What?”

“I’m in love with you.” Clint repeated.

“No, Clint. Don’t-”

“I’m not just saying it because of what happened.” Clint assured you. “I should have told you years ago but I kept making excuses. But, after what happened, I don’t want to be able to find an excuse. I nearly lost you because I didn’t tell you sooner. I’m not losing you again. I’m in love with you.”

You were stunned to say the least.

“I know, two days ago, you told me to wait. I was going to tell you when I got to the hospital but they told me you’d just fallen asleep. And then you told me to wait when I dropped you off and maybe I should, but I don’t want to. I don’t want to miss a chance to tell you again.”

Again, you were stunned into silence.

“I’m in love with you.”

“I’m dizzy.”

That was all you could say. All the information and realisation of every action made in the last six years all hit you at once.

Swiftly, Clint pulled out one of the bar stools and you sat down holding your head.

“You’re in love with me?”

“I’m in love with you.” Clint repeated.

“You’re in love…with me? Me? The woman sat in front of you? Me?”

“Yes. I am in love with you.”

“Have you inhaled paint cleaner?”

Clint chuckled and pulled out a chair himself, sitting with his knees locked into yours before he took your hands in his.

He stated your full name, “I am in love with you. And have been for the last six years.” Clint also stated your birthdate, star sign, address and badge number. “Does that clear it up?”

Your heart was beating in your chest so fast you thought it might actually explode.

“Clint, I…I need to know you’re not just saying this because of what happened.”

Clint gave a small nod. “I have an idea but I’m gonna need you to trust me. Like, really trust me.”

You nodded and a moment later, Clint’s hands had moved from yours to your face, cupping your cheeks before pulling you in for a kiss.

It was gentle and loving and unlike any other kiss you had experienced before. Other guys had taken what they wanted, forced the kind of kiss they wanted out of you. But not Clint.

Somehow, he conveyed every emotion he could into the kiss and you couldn’t help but feel your mind wander back to your first kiss, down the side alleyway. That felt real. You had to convince yourself it was fake but this, and that, was real.

It was all real.

For a moment, you felt Clint smile into the kiss as your hands gripped at the collar of his checked shirt to pull him closer. A smile which you returned.

“I’m in love with you.”

“I’m in love with you, too.”

Clint smiled and kissed you again, and again, and again.

Despite everything that had happened, and everything that you had previously thought, you had come to realise that maybe it wasn’t so bad to learn to love and accept love in return. And in the years that passed, despite the dangers the job put you both in, it was nice to come home and be greeted with a familiar face and a warm embrace and to have a family you could both call your own.

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Don't fear The Reaper

(ahhhhhhhh. ok so i am actually in love with ponyboy curtis from the outsiders. and when i tell you as soon as i laid eyes on c. thomas howell in omnivore a few years back i was drooling. anyways. My obsession with slashers has taken over me and i normally don't drool over unsubs but this man can do unspeakable things to me. but here's a little piece i cooked up lol)

Word Count: 5,180

summary: running into george a few years after you had first met him. he was going to kill you when he first met you but let you go. unbeknownst to you he had planned this meeting down to the moment he would be leaving.with a few added plans when you go to dinner with a few colleges and your boss decided to get a little too close. read the warnings!!!!

warnings: george foyet is his own warning, mentions of the reaper (obviously), DARK THEMES, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, mentions of stabbing, slight angst, obsessed stalker!george foyet, stalking, creep behavior, jealous!george foyet, cursing, innocent!reader, shy!reader, fem!reader, oblivious!reader, fluff, mentions of smut, very minimal sexual themes but still suggestive, age gap (reader is in early 20s and george in his late 30s early 40s), anxious!reader, use of y/n and y/l/n, some stupid computer stuff that i have no idea would even work but i figured it would be a cool idea, lowkey projecting on some of this cause I'm making reader a picky eater as well lol, mentions of cocaine, framing, fighting (not reader and not that descriptive), threats, also this isn't as graphic as i wanted it to be but its my first story back so uh

One thing to note is that the pov changes a lot and I tried my best to make it as smooth as possible but the texts may be a bit confusing

You normally tried to get your prescriptions delivered so you wouldn't have to talk to anyone but here you were. the pharmacy inside the store had a longer line than it had when you got there. you were glad that you got here earlier as you looked behind you and saw the line. as the man at the counter leaves the woman in front of you goes over to the counter. she was an older lady and you could just imagine how long it would take.

you look around you at the customers as you and slowly become more nosey as the years go by. your eyes landed on a couple a few feet away from you who are looking at pregnancy tests. you smiled to yourself and wondered if you should congratulate them or give them money for plan b based on the boyfriends worried face. behind them were a few dudes looking at condoms.you looked to your other side and saw a mom with a very fussy what looked to be 5 year old son who refused to get cough medicine.

“next!”

you look over and see the counter open and walk over, “y/n y/l/n.” the lady types on her computer before nodding, “birth control?” you nod awkwardly as you hope she isn't judging you. you swore she looked you up and down as she got up but it could've been the trick of the light. she walks back over with your prescription and hands it to you as you sign and pay for it. you turn around to leave but stop in your tracks.

you take a step forward to see if you could get a better view without looking too creepy for staring. there was a man who was looking at some bottles of pain meds and he looked familiar. it almost hits you like a train when you realise he has been one of your substitute teachers your last year of highschool. you contemplate saying something to him but as your hands shook slightly from the feeling of being stared at you decided to leave.

but the universe had a different idea.

“y/n?”

your head turns at the sound and you see him looking at you, a bit shocked. “mr foyet,” you say with a soft smile. he smiles at you, “its been a while hasn't it?” you walk over to him and nod. he had always been one of your favorite substitutes and though you didn't have his computer class you were sure it was a nice class to have. “how have you been?” he asks and you pause on the spot. people normally didn't ask you that.

“fine. i guess. i never got that job though,” you blurt out after a few seconds, “and you?”

“could be better,” he admits looking back at the pills and gestures to them, “wish i didn't need these.” you see him glance at the prescription in your hand then up at you. “you're only what? 19? you shouldn't be on anything yet.” you flush slightly, “im 20. but they're um. its birth control. i get bad cramps and nothing else helps.” he gives you a look that you knew all too well when he was trying to let you know not to be ashamed about something, “you're a young lady. i'm not going to judge our sexual life.”

you smile softly and blush at that as you look down. you decide to turn the conversation onto him, “why do you need anything? you're pretty young too.” ‘i'm not exactly in my prime anymore.,” he says picking up a bottle of generic painkillers. “if you have muscle cramps they don’t do shit,” you say and reach for a different bottle and hand it to him, “this works for anything. unless you have menstrual cramps.”

“i see you didn't lose the quick comments.” “they come naturally. plus it's true.” he smiles at you and sets the other bottle he had picked up back. part of you wondered if you should leave now but something was keeping you in place and you felt like you shouldn't leave yet. “this might be an odd request,” you hear him say then look over at him, “i have a few bags of groceries and i dont live that far but i can't carry them myself.”

“i can help. no worries.”

“you're an angel.”

you smile at his words and he doesn't fail to notice your change in behavior too as you flush and look away from him. you look near the cash register and see the bags, “those?” “yep. i'm gonna go pay for these. i’ll be right back.” you nod and watch him walk over to the counter. you look at the couple who had been looking at the pregnancy tests as they give you a weird look. part of you wanted to say a snarky remark but you decide to follow george.

you make you way to where he was in line at checkout and it wasn't as bad as the pharmacy line. and you make sure to tell him that when he complains about the line. he looks back at the pharmacy lie before nodding, “feel bad for that bastard in the back.” you laugh and try not to laugh harder when you see the girl get in line as her boyfriend gets in line for the checkout behind the mom and son who came after you.

you turn to george, “the dude that got in line and the chick who got in the other line were giving me weird looks. but she's buying a pregnancy test and looks younger than me.” george looks behind him and his gaze lingers on the guy before looking back at you, “i think he was checking you out.” you give george a look, “like anyone's checking me out. i'm in sweats and a hoodie.” George's lip twitches slightly into a smirk and you just catch it but the line moves up.

You go and grab the bags from where they were on the floor and wait patiently for him to checkout. Once he does he was quick to open the door for you making you smile and thank him. “Its just a block or two away.” you follow him down the side walk as he leads you. “I really appreciate it,” he says looking over at you. You smile, “i don't mind helping out. You were my favorite sub after all. And plus i can return the favor for all those times you did my work for math.”

He smiles and stops in front of a house and goe up some steps. You follow him and he unlocks the door. You step inside and look around. It was pretty small but cozy nonetheless. ‘You can put the stuff in the kitchen, please.” you nod, unsure if he could even see you, and find the kitchen and set the bags down on the counter. You look around and your eyes land on a few bags on the floor. You glance over at george as he walks nto the kitchen. “are you moving?” you ask and motion to the bags on the floor that you assumed were clothes.

“i uh. You and your friends never looked me up?”

You give hima confused look, “no? Why?” george nods and sits down at the table, “i'm assuming you're aware of the reaper.” you look at him, “yea. One of my friends was scared of him for years. But hes dead i think.” george takes off his glasses. “Mr foyet what's going on?” “please, call me george.” you nod and take a seat at the table with him, “what happened?”

“Well. a few years ago i was with my girlfriend at the time. We were driving and i saw someone flag us down so i stopped, he was lost apparently and was trying to find a certain place and showed me one of those little booklets,” you saw his face change slightly but you couldn't make out the emotion, “then he stabbed me. And he turned on my girlfriend. She was stabbed 67 times. And i was lucky to even make it out. But he called the cops and they found me in time.”

Your jaw had dropped and you weren't even sure what to say. You reach out for his hand that was on the table, “im sorry. I had no idea.” “its alright. I was hoping you didn't know. A few people did and tried to sympathise with me and basically babied me.” you feel his thumb rub curdlesnoot your hand but you don't think anything of it. “I don't really use my real name anymore. Its all fake oes. I have a bunch of different houses so that's why i have the bags. Just in case he comes back you know?” you nod slightly, “I'm really sorry for bringing it up-” “don't apologise. It's alright. I'd rather you hear it from methann somewhere else.” “yea. I guess that makes sense.”

“You look like her.”

Your eyes stay on the table as you process his words. You then look up at him. “Im sorry. You just have a lot of similarities to um. Sorry.” you give him an understanding look then glance at the clock. Your phone buzzes and you pull away from him to grab it. Your boss had spammed you bout the dinner tonight and you rolled your eyes. “I need to get going. Maybe if you have a number you would want to give out i can have it?” gorgeous eyes light up and he nods. You hand him your phone and he puts ina number. You smile when he hands it back.

“Whos the guy texting you?’ he asks. “My boss. Jack, he's up my ass about this dinner tonight.” “where do you work?” he asks you as he puts his glasses abc on. “Retail. Walmart. But this boss seems to like a lot of us so hes taking us out to dinner at this restaurant.” he nods and then gets up at the same time you do. “Thank you for helping me,” he says with a smile. You nod and hesitate to hug him but he hugs you. You smile and hug him abc. “I’ll text you or call you later. Have a good rest of your day george.”

He watches as you leave and locks the door behind you. He lets out a small breath as he turns around and makes his way over to the computer. His facade had dropped as soon as you left. He typed your number into the computer and waited for it to register. once it does hes able to see all of your messages from anyone. He looks through the more recent ones and skips over your boss. He already knew how he was with you and he didn't feel the need to anger himself yet.

As he looks through your messages with other colleges he laughs at your obliviousness. They were obviously trying to flirt but it seemed to go over your head, or you had ignored their advances and kept it professional. There were a few moments he caught when you had replied late and wondered if you had seen the messages and thought of a response. His gaze travels back up from the text from your boss. He watched as you typed and it go through. He clicked on it.

Jack (boss): Are you sure you're going to be able to make it tonight?

You: I can. Im sorry i was catching up with on old friend

George smiles at that and watches as a message starts to send through.

Jack (boss): alright. Well as soon as you are done with her then call me if you can alright? If not just text me.

You: I don't know if i can call you anytime soon. I'm walking home from his house and its not that far but id rather text. Why whats up?

Jack (boss): oh, i didn't know it was a male. Anyways. I was going to ask if you needed a ride. Id be willing to pick you up but it would be a bit early. I was hoping we could talk ;)

George almost wanted to track his ip at that. But he watched as you typed. It stopped for a few second then began again. Then stopped for a minute. He didn't dare look away from it but as he watched he heard a din from his own phone. He picked it up and smiled when he saw your number.

Y/n: hey its me y/n. I wanted to message you before i forgot. I'm walking back home now. My boss is being really pushy about this dinner, i'm sorry i had to leave so soon. I can still text you if you want that

You: Its totally alright. Bosses can be pushy sometimes. But yea you could text me. Hope your boss isn't being too weird.

y/n: im not even sure how to describe the way hes acting. He sent a winky face and i'm not sure if hes trying to flirt with me

You: i would say sounds like hes trying to. If you're interested go with it.

y/n: but i'm not. Hes kinda creeping me out and he offered to give me a ride. I don't trust him that much but i want to go to this dinner

“Ironic.”

You: text me the restaurant? I’ll text you randomly through the night and if i don't get an answer i’ll come there ok? Or you text me when you leave and when you're going back home and once you are.

y/n: you’d do that?

You: of course.

y/n: thank you. I’ll let you know whats going on

George turns back to the computer and sees that your boss had texted you asking for an answer. George finds his number easily and plugs it in. he waits just like h had done with yours until he gets all of his messages. He grimaces at the way he had texted one of, who george presumed, his friend. He had basically talked as if you were an object and how horny he was. He didn't think he would have to kill anyone tonight but george was willing to switch a few things around.

George glances over at the fridge and mentally thanks himself for putting the piece of paper away from your view. He reaches for it and scans it through. He not only had your address but your bosses as well. The place you worked and the restaurant you were supposed to be going to were also marked on the paper. He thanked himself for waiting those 5 minutes to hear the address cause he was clueless on where the restaurant was located.

He gets up and walks over to one of the drawers he had in the living room. He grabs the mask out of it and wipes some of the dry blood of of it that he missed. He had a feeling he couldn't stay out as long as he hoped considering the fbi may come knocking on his door. He could care less though as he takes an empty bag and shoves the mask in it as well as the gun he hid in the kitchen cabinet. He had a feeling he wouldn't need it but he grabs a pair of clean clothes just in case.

—--

You texted him a few minutes before you were leaving. You had decided to text him when you got to the restaurant, when you were there, leaving, and home. You figured it would be easier than possibly being rude for being on your phone during dinner. You had agreed to let jack drive you but you were a bit unsure of what to do during the extra time you two wuld appernaly have. A feeling of uncertainty was washing over you and you wanted to abc out but as you heard the horn outside you jumped up from the couch and looked outside.

You grabbed your purse and looked at yourself in the mirror. The dinner was suppose to be at a nice restaurant so you grabbed the nicest dress you could find which happened to be a black backless one with long sleeves. You put your purse over your shoulder and walk outside as you lock your door. Your phone buzzes and you hope that its george as you walk over to the car. You get in the passenger seat and give jack a weak smile as you close the door.

“You look nice,” jack says looking over at you but you see his eyes wandering. You nod and awkwardly put your purse over your thighs to keep your dress from riding up too much. You look at him as he wore a simple suit and you could tell he did t put much into his appearance cause his hair was messy as usual. You feel the car start to back up and you take your phone out. You smile when you see goerges name.

George: Did you get picked up yet?

You: yea. He just got me

George: ok. Text me once you get to the restaurant alright?

You: alright

You look over at jack as he drives. He was around your age and attractive but he was a douche. He always acted strange around you and you didn't like it. You tried to tell one of your colleges but he claimed that it was normal behavior. You believed him. Maybe you were just overthinking things.

“Can i ask you something?”

“What is it?”

“Are you dating anybody?”

You look at jack at the questions and shake your head, “no. why?” “wondering,” he says and you watch his hand reach out and be placed on your knee. You stare at it for a second and try to brush off the strange feeling you felt. outside looked more interesting the staring a the hand on your thigh so you watched as trees and buildings went by.

the hand on you knee moved upwards and you tensed up. you looked at it as the car stopped and you saw a parking lot. you were at the restaurant but away from where anyone would be able to see either of you. you give jack an awkward look and attempt to push his hand away. he gets the hint and moves it back to your knee.

“what's wrong?” he asks and you were clearly uncomfortable so you found the question strange. “please dot touch me,” you say and move his hand off of your knee. he pulls it back, “sorry.” you couldn't tell if he was being sincere or not but he looked away from you. you picked up your phone and texted george.

you: we got to the restaurant but we’re waiting outside. do you have a car? or know how much a bus is?

you wait for a response and move your legs away from jack as you look out the window. you hoped that he would leave you alone for the most part the rest of the night and you would find one of your friends marissa. your phone buzzes and you quickly pick it up.

george: what happened?

you: nothing really. i think he is trying to flirt with me and i'm not sure how he is when he gets drunk. and i'd rather be safe than sorry incase he does try to get behind the wheel

george: bus tickets aren't expensive. altho i could get there with you if you would want that. i don't have a car, I usually take the bus or walk

you: you would do all this for me but you haven't talked to me in years. and not at all outside of school until this morning

george looks up from where he is in the car he had stolen a few weeks ago. he had a clear view of you and jack as he held the phone in his hands. he was lucky to get a spot not near where you two had decided to park. the tint on the windows also helped him as he watched without worry of being caught.he looks back down at the phone at your messages

you: not to sound weird. but i always liked you. so if you need any help with anything i would be glad to help. and i mean anything

he watched your face as you blushed a bit. your date for the evening was glaring out the window and suddenly his eyes turn to his car. george narrows his eyes as he watches jack. jack eyes move down and george can only hope it was to the phone in your hands. when you move the phone and rest your head on your hand he knew it was. at the same time you did his phone buzzed.

y/n: i really appreciate that. i like you too and if you need anything id be glad to help as well :) you're the only person i really trust right now. hes really creeping me out

george had to laugh at that. he knew that jack was making you uncomfortable but it would make more sense if you were scared of him and not jack. you should be but you didn't know the truth.

you: if he's making you uncomfortable try to not be near him. i'm on my way ok?

you look at your phone at the message and pause. you hadn't told him where you were. you ignore it and maybe you had told him when you were at his house. you look over at jack and notice it was almost time to go inside. he noticed too and unbuckled his seatbelt. you follow after him and text george that you were heading inside.

the restaurant was nice as you walked in. you saw marissa. she looks over and smiles and you walk over to hug her. “ugh i thought you weren't going to show i was getting nervous!” she says. “nope. I'm here,” you say and glance at jack, “he gave me a ride.” marissa glances at him as he walks past her. “the weirdo gave you a ride?” she whispers. you give her a look. “y/n you realize he flirts with everyone and is always staring at our asses?” you shrug, “no, but he did touch my leg in the car. i think one of my friends might pick me up early.”

she nods and you both take a seat at the booth. you sit next to her on the inside in case god forbid jack tries to sit next to you. another one of your coworkers mike sits next to marissa. “Mike how do you feel about drinks tonight?” marissa asks him and you laugh. she looks over at you then pauses, “are you 21?” “no. so i won't be drinking tonight. or at all in my life,” you laugh. “boring,” she says.

you watch as jack slips in on the other side of the booth and another coworker trew slides in next to him. alice slides i next to him. “i think this is everyone,” jack says looking around the table. your phone buzzes and you look down at it. yu decided that it was too early to be considered rude if you answered as others stated conversation.

george: i'm going to be there soon. would you want to leave now or do you want me to wait outside for you?

you: wait outside for now. i really appreciate you doing this

george: no need to thank me. i'm doing a favor

you smile and marissa pulls you into her, “who ya texting?” you laugh as she takes your phone. “mar!” you laugh and try and take it back from her but she holds it out of reach. “you have a boyfriend?” she asks you making you shake your head. “oh so who is george?” “my friend. c’mon mar give it back.” you manage to take you phone from her as you both laugh.

“you really need to find someone. you've been single for how long?” alice asks. “shes never had a partner. you know this,” trew says making jack look over at him shocked. that was new. george had also managed to find a table near enough to you to hear but not be seen. he hadn't planned on being on a weirdo watch today but it was better that you had an idea he was there so in case he was caught he had an alibi.

mike, who he had quickly learned the name of, calls over a waitress and they start making orders. he was the least bit surprised to hear you get chicken tenders. he always knew what you got during lunch at school and would get you extras or just plain out bring you fast food sometimes when he knew you were having bad days. he was lucky that no one questioned this before he left the school himself.

“everytime you order the same thing,” alice says. “i do not. i get spaghetti sometimes,” you say. “yea, sometimes. which really mean rarely cause you ‘don't like the sauce’,” trew says doing a weird voice at the end making everyone laugh. “don't judge what i do and don't like ok? dot make me mention when you ate that burrito off the floor.” “i did not!” “did too,” you mutter as you take a drink of your water.

george grimaces for a second at the thought of a dirty floor burrito. he goes back to looking at you as you laugh and he could swear he hadn't met anyone prettier. he had a feeling no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get exactly what he wanted from you but he could still watch you like he had been for a couple months. this plan has gone better than expected os he couldn't doubt himself just yet.

he gets a good look at jack as he stares at you over his glass. something ticked him off by that look so george immediately picked up his phone.

you: y/n would you be willing to leave a bit early?

you pick up your phone immediately and answer him.

y/n: yea. can i get my food first? i’ll take it to go

george: of course

he watches you put your phone back down and look around for the waitress he presumed. then outside. maybe you were trying to find him? his place at the bar was a good view of the outside as well and when he caught you looking at a cat outside he smiled. of course. he had a feeling you liked cats. or maybe you didn't. he’d have to ask but he assumed you liked them.

you were barely paying attention but george was. he watched jack get up and slide past everyone in his row and head towards the bathroom. george happened to know there was an alleyway right outside the mens bathroom. he downed his drink and left money on the counter to pay for it as he followed jack to the bathroom.

you finally noticed jack was gone a few minutes after he left. around the same time the food came. “alice can you do me a favor?” you lean over to her. “Yeah what's up?” “can you ask for a to-go box for me? I can't stay.” she nods and gets up to find a waitress. mike gets up to sit next to trew. “you alright?” trew asks giving you a worried look. “yea im fine. i just need to head home early. i'm not riding with jack, wherever he went.”

“you're getting a ride from george?’ marissa says with a smirk as she takes a fry from you. “yes actually. we’re going on the bus i think. long story.” “is he at least not a creep?” she asks. you shake your head, “no. he's really nice actually. He used to be a substitute at my high school. i ran into him again this morning.” everyone gives youa look. “how old is he?” mike asks. you give him a confused look, “why does it matter? hes a friend.”

everyone sighs at you and you have a feeling they were judging you too. alice walks back with the box and hands it to you. “thanks.” you get up and grab your food and put a $20 on the table. “have a nice night guys. i’ll see you tomorrow.” you walk outside and pull out your phone, you call him instead of texting as you couldn't type with one hand.

the phone rings and george lets one of his hands go to grab his phone. he sees your name on the top of the screen and looks over to jack, “say a word i’ll stomp your brains out.” a whimper comes from the man he had holding up against the wall as he answers. “y/n. you alright?”

“yea george. im outside. where are you?” you shiver slightly at the cold and look around.

“i'm in the bathroom, i’ll be there in a second hold on. you're in the front right?”

“yea. i’ll stay here and wait for you. bye.”

“bye.”

at the same time the phone hangs up, jack is getting dropped to the floor with a loud thump and a groan. “look at her or touch her or any girl ever again and i’ll make sure each one of these fingers is cut off and your eyes are gouged out you understand?” jack nods and the last thing he saw was a knee coming at his face.

“george, it's freezing out how did you wait out here for so long?” you say as you turn and see him. he smiles and walks over to you, “well i'm wearing a jacket.” you frown and realize what exactly you had on, “true.” “you look fabulous though. here take this.” he hands you his jacket and you smile as you gladly take it. he takes the bag from you and you both walk over to the bus stop. he glances over at the car and jack in the front seat. maybe the cops would believe the white powder wasn't actually sugar in his nose.

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“did you hear what happened to jack?” mar says as you walk into work the next day. “no. is he alright?” you ask walking over to her. “well. hes arrested. apparently they found him at the restaurant with a stolen car and coke in his nose.” you look at her dumbfounded. “but he got beat up pretty bad. and he was talking about how he got threatened by some dude with a mask. cops think he's bonkers,” alice adds. “might've been the reaper,” trew says as he takes a donut from the box mike laid out. you cringe at that and immediately think of george, “hopefully not.”

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