notes: i really wanted to write a threesome even tho i never have before so i hope this isn’t too bad
warnings: language, a lil jealousy, angst 😖
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“i met her first!” jules whined, crossing her arms.
“oh yeah? well i kissed her first!” mickey clapped back, slamming his hands down on the counter.
you had woken up to an empty bed and shouting coming from the kitchen after a little favoritism last night from jules. the three of you had worked out a system, sharing affection as evenly as you could.
last night, however jules had taken a little more interest in your pleasure, and a little less interest in mickey’s, which set him off a bit. you were a little worried as you fell asleep, curled up in jules grasp while mickey isolated himself on the other side of the bed.
the three of you had learned each other like the back of your hands, so you felt a little guilty you neglected to recognize when mickey had needed his girls so much. if you could rewind time, and have a do over of last night, you most certainly would.
you wrapped the covers around yourself, burying your head in his hands. what were you gonna do?
“well i’m clearly her favorite. did you fucking see her last night?” jules snapped.
“she tried to tend to me, but you kept forcing her down! what the fuck, jules?” mickey argued.
you shook your head at their antics, pulling on a pair of jules’ shorts, one of mickey’s sweatshirts, and draping a blanket over your shoulders. you shuffled down the hallway, head lowered in guilt as you heard their yelling.
“do you ever catch us sneaking around behind your back?” mickey scoffed in annoyance.
where was he even getting that from? you and jules would never do anything behind his back.
“what the hell are you talking about, mick?” jules defended.
“you know, sometimes i think it’d just be easier if there were only two of us.” he stated firmly.
his words shattered your heart. you curled your fingers tighter around the fuzzy blanket, pulling it tighter as if it would mend the broken pieces of your heart.
you looked up to see them facing away from each other in an insufferably tense silence.
“guys-” you began.
“hi, baby.”
“hey, sweetheart.” they both said in unison.
“i- um, i d-don’t have a favorite. i don’t w-want there to be two of us.” you mumbled, pulling the blanket closer as tears brimmed your eyes. at the first sight of your distress, they both rushed to your side, cooing and pulling you close.
“i don’t wanna h-have to choose between you.” you whimpered. “i love you both s-so much.”
“we’re so sorry, baby.”
“we feel so bad.”
“we didn’t mean to hurt you, sweetie.” their voices overlapped as they rubbed your back and arms softly.
“i hate when you guys fight over me. makes m’feel like i don’t give you guys enough love.” you sniffled, resting your head against mickey’s chest.
“you do, princess! you give us all the love, and we can’t admire you enough for it.” mickey reassured, threading his fingers through your hair.
“sometimes we feel like we don’t live up to your amazingness, but we try as hard as we can.” jules explained, running her thumb over your cheek.
“but you guys have just as much amazingness as me!” you whined, pouting.
“well we’re glad you think that, cupcake. you mean the world to us.” mickey soothed, kissing your forehead.
“we’re so sorry we fought like that. it won’t happen again. promise, baby.” jules kissed your hand softly. “let us make it up to you?”
the two of them shared a look you couldn’t decipher, before gazing back down at you with so much adoration, it made you blush under their gaze.
“w-what?” you looked in between them, curiousity in your eyes.
“can we show you, sweetheart?” mickey asked considerately.
“show me what?” you asked in confusion. they were fully smiling now, trailing not-so-subtle touches all over you, making you shudder under them.
“we wanna show you how much we love you.” jules began, licking her lips in anticipation. “we’re gonna call all the shots, and all we want you to do is lie back and relax. is that a deal, sweet girl?”
“deal.” was all you were able to mutter as they guided you towards the bedroom.
one things for sure, they were always good at making it up to you.
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i’ve written this like 3 times and i like where it is now, so this is what you’re getting please like it please like i really hope you guys like it
I know, it’s been a while since we posted fic here. You’ll get two for the price of one today, tho - one maybe a tad lighter than the other.
Hope you like them!
Jules xx
It was another magnificent sunset, one of many he had seen since they had landed on Earth. The sky was covered with specks of orange, pink, and purple, and the clouds looked like oversized, coloured cotton balls. The sun was still clearly visible behind the mountains in the West, but was setting quickly, bathing everything in a magical light.
Sitting on the porch of the cabin he had been building for the past few months, Bill took a deep breath of the warm summer evening air that spread through his lungs and left him feeling at peace. The cabin itself was finally finished; he had worked on smoothing out the surface of the wood on the porch until an hour ago, had taken a swim in the lake afterwards, and after a light dinner of fish and root vegetables, he had decided to enjoy the evening outside, marvelling at this second chance they all had been given on this planet.
A second chance to build their lives, to form new communities, to live without having to constantly run away from an enemy that had seemed to be everywhere and too powerful to ever get rid of for good. Everyone seemed to have found their place in their respective communities and live their lives to the fullest - a life they wouldn't have had were it not for those who had never given up hope that they'd make it eventually, among them the woman he'd brought up here in a raptor all these months ago, the woman he had talked about this cabin with so many times and whose dream it had been for so long to witness her people settle on the promised land.
The old man thought back to the day he had landed the raptor with Laura on top of this hill after having given her a tour to watch the beautiful wildlife on this planet. It had been a bittersweet ending of something he'd not always thought they would make it through, of their journey together through space and time, through hardship and times of happiness, through the deepest worries and the most intense feelings of being loved. He wasn't sure whether he wished these times back.
They all had been together back then, that much was true, and he dearly missed his loved ones being around him every day. But it certainly had not all been good and as time went by, it became tempting to glorify these times more than they deserved. And still, something was missing and it regularly tore him apart, especially on evenings like this when he preferred the last rays of the sun to an empty house.
A hand on his shoulder interrupted his musings and a quiet voice asked him with unmistakable traces of amusement, “Bill. Are you brooding yet again?”
Without turning around, he replied, “No. I'm just admiring the sunset.”
Sighing softly, the woman sat down next to him and waited for him to look at her. Eventually, blue eyes were meeting green ones.
“I know you are, Bill. And it is truly beautiful today. But I've seen that look on your face so many times now, and I know exactly what's going on inside your head.”
Bill took a deep breath and looked back into the sunset. “You know, I just thought after all we have gone through together and after what we've achieved for everyone, I'd feel at least a bit happy. At least for the others. But I'm just so frakking tired.”
Laura gently placed a hand on his knee and squeezed it. “Of course you are, honey. You deserve to be tired after all this time.”
“Yeah, I know…” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. “But it is finally finished. Laura, the cabin is done.”
She raised her head and looked around them for a moment, running her hands over the smooth surface of the wooden floor beneath them. Blinking back tears, Laura gently nudged his chin and made him look into her eyes again. “Bill, it is beautiful. You should be so proud of yourself.”
Bill was searching her face for traces of the amused look she had given him earlier, but all he found was a pair of green eyes scrutinizing him with an expression of so much love and warmth he almost couldn't bear it.
Then Laura tilted her head to one side and regarded him thoughtfully.
“But you know what?”
“What?”
Instead of a reply, she swiftly got up, took both his hand into hers and helped him get up from the hard wooden planks as well.
“I know there's this place where I think you won't be tired anymore. And won't have to stare into sunsets alone in the cold later this year. Would you like to join me for a walk?”
Bill took his time to reply, gently cupped her face and stroked her soft skin with the pads of his thumbs. “I'll follow you anywhere, Laura, you know that.”
The radiant smile he received from her, making her look so much younger and happier than when he had last seen her, made Bill feel warmer and calmer inside than he had been in months, and when Laura took his hand again and they walked towards the sunset together, hand in hand, seeking out each other, he knew that feeling would not go away this time.
warnings: a nearly imperceptible amount of angst which is completely overshadowed by the CAVITY INDUCING FLUFF (but also a teeny bit of sexual content bc my fingers slipped hehe)
word count: 1,766
notes: I COULDN’T POSSIBLY END THIS WITH A SEMI-FLUFFY ENDING WHEN THERE IS A WAY I CAN MAKE IT EVEN FLUFFIER DO YOU KNOW ME AT ALL???
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you kept running.
you ran and you ran and you ran until your legs wouldn’t carry you anymore. but they always seemed to be two steps ahead of you. each time you thought you got farther and farther away, they were right in front of you with a new weapon to torture you with.
you rounded the corner of the seemingly endless corridor, there he was, a cleaver in hand. you fled down a flight of steps only to be met face to face with her wielding a fireman’s ax.
you heard loud, booming gunshots from every direction except for the one you were headed, so you continued on. you spotted sweetiepie at the end of the hallway, quietly sobbing to herself.
“hey, are you okay?” you approached the girl slowly. she went eerily silent as she looked up to you and began chanting.
“help me, help me, help me!” she cried out, reaching her arms out to you. you lunged forth to grab her, only to be yanked to the floor by a chain around your ankle. sweetiepie let out a piercing scream, looking at you in betrayal.
“you said you’d help,” she sniffled. “you promised.” suddenly she fell through the floor, disappearing into total darkness.
heaving sobs wracked through your body. you curled up into a ball on the cold floor, wrapping your arms around yourself as you shook. “why couldn’t i help her? it was m-my fault, it was a-all my fault, all my f-fault,” you whimpered.
“hey!” jules exclaimed, giggling when you jolted awake. “sorry, you were tossing and turning a bunch. have any good dreams?”
you sat up and pulled her into a kiss without any hesitation. her hands threaded into your hair, the ring on her finger glistening as sunlight streamed through the windows.
“only you, my love,” you grinned, telling a small white lie as to not ruin the mood. you moved to kiss her neck, but you were interrupted by sara bursting through the bedroom door. “well, well, well, look who it is!”
the two of you could’ve kept the name sweetiepie, but you all collectively decided to distance yourself from anything that had to do with the psychotic couple who had taken you hostage. instead, you chose sara, a name that invoked strength and positivity.
she smiled and climbed up onto the bed, forcing her way between you and jules so she could lay comfortably in your arms. jules gasped in mock offense. “hey! you trying to steal my wife?”
“nope, i’m trying to steal my mom!” sara’s laughs turned into giggles as jules’ fingers dug into her sides.
“not on my watch!” jules growled playfully, scooping her daughter up and off of the mattress. “come on, mama, let’s make some breakfast,”
you followed her into the kitchen where she was already instructing sara how to crack an egg. “now be careful, you don’t wanna get any of that shell in there, or else it’s gonna be pointy,” you watched on in admiration as she cracked it into the bowl flawlessly.
“there you go, sweetheart!” you gave her a high five. “you’ll be out-cooking us in no time.”
the three of you finished cooking the bacon and eggs, sitting outside on the porch to eat. you realized just how much you loved where you lived as you gazed out into the vast expanse of the ocean.
jules noticed you staring and scooted her chair closer so she could wrap an arm around you. “how ‘bout a beach day today, huh girls?”
“yaaay!” sara squealed. “i’m gonna go get my swimsuit and toys!” she ran over to the door, skidding to a stop and running back to grab her dishes before heading inside.
jules chuckled at her excitement before turning to you. “what’s goin’ on up there, girly?” she prompted softly.
you sighed, deep in thought before you responded. “i don’t know, its just - don’t get me wrong, i’m happy and all, but i just don’t feel i deserve all this. part of me died in that house and i guess i just wonder why i moved on,” you bit your tongue, trying to hold the tears back. “why do i deserve a family life when i’ve done so little? i’m not worthy of you, i’m not worthy of any o-”
she cut you off with her lips. “i don’t wanna hear any of that. you’re worthy of the world, sweetheart, and i want you to realize that. you know they say you get back what you’ve put out into the world, and what i see is a beautiful woman who’d risk life and limb to protect her family.” she threaded her fingers through yours. “and i know that’s true because that’s the woman i married.”
“i want you to tell me whenever you feel like this, just so i can tell the demon that lives in your head how wrong they are.” she reached over and wiped the tears that had fallen down your cheeks. “no more crying, alright, babe? it’s beach day! no tears on beach day!”
her contagious happiness caused a smile to bloom on your face. you laughed through a cry, standing up from your seat to pull her into a hug. “i love you. so much.”
“i love you more, baby.” she grinned.
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you busied yourself unfolding a few chairs and and finding a good spot to dig the umbrella into the sand while jules rubbed sunscreen onto sara.
“remember sweetheart, no swimming without your mommies, okay?” jules reminded her. sara nodded, running down to the edge of the beach to make a sandcastle for her horse doll.
you reached every spot on your body until it came to your back. “julie, can you get my back?” you felt her presence behind you, the slick sound of sunscreen between her hands filling your ears.
you felt her warm palms smooth the substance across your skin, kneading in between your shoulder blades as she moved along. you relaxed against her chest as her hands migrated to the cups of your swimsuit, massaging your breasts through the thin material.
“you know, there’s no one else nearby,” she murmured, sucking on the patch of skin underneath your ear which caused you to go even more pliant in her hands. “what do you say we turn this into a nude beach?”
“more,” you moaned, keening into her grasp. she grinned wolfishly, but her plans were quickly thwarted when -
“mommy!” sara shouted, quickly sobering the both of you up. a look of confusion crossed her face as she watched the two of you pull apart.
“what’s up, hon?” jules swiftly answered, pulling her sunglasses down to her nose.
“can you come swim with me, please?” she asked politely. the two of you nodded, getting up from the lounge chair.
you turned towards her, placing a chaste kiss on her lips. “can i get a rain check on that?” you giggled.
“oh absolutely, baby.” you gasped as she picked you up, running down to the shoreline with you in her arms. “mom’s really eager to join you, sweetheart!”
she waded in about ankle deep before tossing you into the waves. you resurfaced with a deep breath, gaping while your girls laughed at you. “holy sh-shit, it’s freezing in here!”
“here, i’ll warm you up!” jules giggled as she tackled you into shallow water. you shrieked and laughed as the two of you splashed around in the water.
the three of you stayed on the beach until the sun began to set. sara had moved onto the sand, searching through the grains to find pretty shells. just as you and jules had begun to pack up your belongings, a golf cart slowed to a stop behind you.
a tall man exited the vehicle, clad in red swim trunks, sunglasses on top of his head, and a t-shirt that said ‘lifeguard’ on it. “excuse me, ladies, it’s starting to get dark out, d’you need a ride home?”
you were apprehensive to trust another man for fear of evil intentions, but jules seemed to see a certain kindness in his eyes. “sure, we’re just about finished packing up.”
“oh, i can help with that,” he offered, helping to dismantle the beach umbrella. sara had put away all her toys and we were helping the man load all of our things into the back of the cart.
“thank you...” you trailed off, hoping to learn his name as you extended your hand out to him.
“mickey.” he smiled as he shook your hand. “and it’s nothing, i help folks out like this all the time, it’s kind of in the job description.”
you sat in the back of the cart with sara while jules sat in the passenger seat, making small talk with mickey. from what you gathered, he seemed really sweet, and he lived in a small apartment in the seaside town with his doberman, max.
the ride was brief, but the swimming had apparently tired sara out enough for her to fall asleep on your shoulder. when you pulled up to your house, you pulled sara into your arms to carry her inside.
“it was nice to meet you, mickey. i hope we see you again sometime.” jules smiled at the man. mickey gasped, pulling out a pen and a notepad from his pocket.
“here, i’ll give you guys my number so it’s not left up to chance,” he mumbled with the cap in his mouth as he scribbled out his phone number.
you said your goodbyes to the lifeguard as he hopped back into the golf cart to return it to the beach. you headed inside, showering of the salt and sand of the day before heading to bed.
you curled up next to your wife, inhaling the scent of her body wash. she soothingly ran her fingers through your drying strands of hair. “do you remember what i said earlier about getting back what you put into the world?” you nodded. “well, look at what you got today. you spent the day with your wife and daughter and nothing went wrong. that’s because you’ve only put positivity out into the world, so that’s what you get in return.”
she shifted so she could look at you. “in my professional opinion, you deserve the world, and you have nothing to be worried about, alright, love?”
tears of joy threatened to spill down your cheeks, but you held them back. she pulled you in for a kiss and you melted against her embrace. “i love you, julie.”
“i know.”
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YAAAYY HAPPY ENDING!!
also you know i had to write mickey into this story somehow you KNOW i had to do it and i just so happened to be presented with the perfect opportunity for lifeguard!mickey and there was no WAY i could pass that up
but this is the true end to this story and i had so much fun writing it 🥺
warnings: a lil bit of violence (not in this part, but eventually) but not too bad, eensy weensy bit of smut in the beginning, SPOILERS FOR VILLAINS! so if you haven’t seen it, go watch it before you read this!!
notes: this literally just popped into mi cabeza because i thought “i wanna see a movie just like villains but with a pair of amateur lesbian criminals how amazing would that be”
so this is basically the plot of villains and THAT is how creative i am
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“fuck, oh my god that was so hot babe!” jules gushed from the passenger seat. “the way you jumped over that counter and waved that fucking gun? shit, babe!”
“fuck yes!” you mashed your lips against hers, a hand coming up to grip her jaw. you pulled apart, jamming the keys into the ignition and starting up the car. “let’s get the hell outta dodge!”
you sped away from the gas station, switching lanes onto a backroad, civilization becoming smaller and smaller in the rear view mirror.
“next stop florida!” you shouted at the top of your lungs. you looked over at your girlfriend, who was frantically trying to unbuckle herself to reach you. “babe, what are you doing?”
“uh, i’m so fucking pent up, gotta fuck. can we pull over?” she tugged on your arm, making the car veer slightly off the road.
“n-no, baby, i can’t. gotta get farther so they won’t find us, m’kay?” jules slung her arms around your neck, smacking wet, open-mouthed kisses on your pulse points. “c-can it wait?”
“no, need you now, baby.” she groaned, slipping one hand up your shirt, and the other into your shorts.
two of her fingers quickly slipped inside you, her other hand busying itself with kneading your breasts over your bra, while her lips mashed kisses all along your jaw and throat.
“f-fuck, baby!” you moaned, trying to focus on staying on the right side of the road, a task that was growing increasingly difficult by the minute under her ministrations.
you tried to keep your eyes open to make sure you stayed on the road, but suddenly the vehicle started losing momentum. much to your horror, you heard the engine start to sputter out as the car slowed to a stop.
“no, no, no, no, no, no! fuck!” you cried out, throwing your head back against the headrest.
jules head suddenly shot up, cocking to the side in confusion. “why’d we stop?”
you slammed your hands against the wheel in frustration. “we ran out of fucking gas.”
jules sat up in her seat, gaze sympathetic. “but we just robbed a-”
“i know, i know, i know! fuck!” you panicked, your heart beating faster and faster.
“hey, hey, it’s okay, we’ll just find another car.” she suggested optimistically.
“yeah, we’ll just find another car, just sitting outside with a full tank and keys in the ignition.” you exclaimed sarcastically. “fuck!” you rung your head in your hands, stepping out of the car to pace around.
jules came up behind you, holding your shoulders in a vice and clamping a hand over your mouth to stop your rambling. she placed a soft kiss on your forehead and sat down on the road.
“come down here, girlie.” she beckoned to you, looking calm as ever.
“what? no! julie, baby, we don’t have time for this, we gotta-” a sudden buzz of anxiety shot through you and you continued to pace, frantically gesturing with your hands.
“no, we gotta calm down first so we can think. sit down here with me.” ever the rational one, you decided to listen to her. “you know what? lay back, i’m gonna give you a car wash.”
“what? this isn’t really th-” you protested, but she slowly pushed your back to the ground and climbed onto your lap.
jules swept her blonde locks gently across your face, only pausing when she felt your heart rate slow. you opened your eyes, looking up at her brown ones like she hung the stars in the sky.
“i love you.” she grinned down at you, watching in awe as her hair framed your face so beautifully.
you smiled as she gave you a soft kiss.
“i know.”
she leaned back onto your thighs, squinting her eyes at something in the distance. “hey, look!”
you grabbed her waist, sitting up and angling your head to see what she was pointing at. you noticed it: a blue mailbox, standing out vibrantly against the warm tones of the fallen leaves.
“baby, those eyes!” you giggled, mashing your lips against hers. “you’re like a hawk! hawk woman!”
jules leaned back, laughing, and let out a hawk call.
you grabbed the bag, the crowbar, and the gun, and made your way towards the promising house.
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i’m kinda proud of this ngl i love the concept 🥰 this is gonna be 5 parts long, and i’ll release it every other week (if everything goes according to plan ofc)
also, if you like this, please let me know if you want to be tagged! i don’t really know any accounts that write for/stan jules, so i’m only tagging two people!
warnings: beating, homophobia, threat of death, i think that’s pretty much it??
notes: ooooohhh we’re getting closer to the end! not that i’m excited for this to end, but i’m just excited for you guys to see it
i really hope that me putting homophobia in this story doesn’t make you guys think i’m homophobic bc that’s the farthest thing from true. since i changed the gender of the mickey stand-in, i felt like it might be more interesting to add another dynamic into the story so it wasn’t just a word for word copy of the original except with a girl, bc that seems really one-dimensional to me. i feel like i need to put one of those things they have in movie credits like “the views in this film in no way reflect the views of the studio that produced it” kinda thing
also i think this may be my favorite part that i’ve written, bc if you didn’t notice, i’ve never left the reader’s perspective during the whole thing, so i had to improv a bit during the parts of the movie we didn’t get to see with mickey, and maybe i’m just a lil proud of myself :’)
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for the first time since you came up with your brilliant plan to siphon the gas, you actually felt a glimmer of hope. jules was smart, she’d surely find a way out of the house; and she was damn loyal, too, so you knew there was no chance she’d leave you behind.
sadly all those hopes were dashed when you heard the basement door creak open again.
fuck, this whole plan was dependent on the fact that no one else came downstairs! your hands clammed up, your heart rate quickening as footsteps descended the stairs, stopping dead in their tracks once they reached the bottom.
“where the hell’d that little bitch go?” george roared, scanning every nook and cranny in the basement to see if jules was hiding anywhere. “answer me!”
you stayed silent, more out of fear than some sort of strategy. you quickly realized this was the wrong decision as george viciously backhanded you across the face. your head whipped to the side, eyes blinking back into focus from the impact. you felt something sticky on your lips and realized it was blood.
“you’re so angry,” you groaned. “why? just ‘cause you’re shooting blanks?” you pouted in mock sympathy. this sudden boost of confidence seemed to be a mistake as you saw george’s expression shift into a dangerously content one.
“i’m gonna rip your fuckin’ heart out.” your face dropped as he spoke. “i understand you not wantin’ to tell me where she is. in fact, if i were in your position i suppose i’d do the same. but god almighty i’m gonna watch ya’ die. i’m gonna hurt ya’.”
you were stunned into silence but you decided saying something, anything, would be better than nothing. “she’s gone, man. you just need to give it up.”
this seemed to strike a nerve in him. he turned towards you again and delivered another swift slap, knocking the wind out of you. he smacked you again, the back of your head knocking into the pole and causing your consciousness to fade for a moment.
“you think i’m full of hot air, don’t you? only good on roughin’ you up?” he asked rhetorically. “you know i worked as a door-to-door salesman for a few years? learned a lot, but the most important thing i learned was how to read people. and at the end of the day, you’re just an open book, sweetheart.”
the name sounded like poison dripping from his lips. it made you sick, that name belonged to jules.
“i know your type, believe you me, i’ve seen quite a few in my time. you see, you like to think you’re tough, strong, resilient, but at the end of the day, you just value her life above yours.” he laughed to himself. “am i right?”
he chuckled again when you didn’t answer. “that’s alright, you don’t have to answer, i know i’m right. well, you people are more loyal than i thought. guess i gotta give credit where credit’s due.”
“fuck you.” you spat. “don’t fucking talk about her like that.” he stood up again, this time grabbing something from a shelf before making his way back to you.
“alright, no more pussyfootin’ around, time to get down to business.” he revealed the knife, positioning it under your ear as he prepared to slice it off.
“sheisn’tgoingtothecops!” you breathed out quickly, hoping he’d let you keep both ears with the statement.
“what? what’d you say?” he seemed caught of guard by the sudden admission, backing off of you.
“not yet, anyway.” you took a moment to catch your breath. “i told her to wait. yeah, we got a little meet up spot. now if i don’t show up there in an hour or so, then yeah, cops galore. you’re fucked, buddy. but, if i do show up, we just continue on our way like none of this happened.”
you took another shaky breath before you continued. “if we’re being honest here, i don’t want the cops involved any more than you do. y’know, the whole ‘not gainfully employed’ thing? the cops aren’t a huge fan of that one.”
george seemed to take this into consideration, nodding quietly to himself. “what about sweetiepie?”
“her? i don’t give a fuck about her, she’s the whole reason i’m in this mess.” you winked at her, hoping she’d understand the message.
george snapped the blade shut, producing the key from to the cuffs from his jacket pocket.
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“any last words for this son of a bitch?” george asked gloria as he trained the pistol on you.
“oh, i do wish you’d handled things differently. we could’ve had somethin’ beautiful here.” she smiled sadly, mourning what could’ve been.
“i’ll see you in hell,” george mumbled as he opened the door for you. you stepped into the doorway, only to stop dead in your tracks when you heard your girlfriend’s voice. shit.
“stop, don’t kill her!” jules shouted from the top of the steps, baby doll in hand. “i will smash it!” she held it over the railing, dangling precariously above the hardwood flooring beneath.
“whew, that was close.” george laughed, closing the door behind you. “unhand my baby!” gloria whined.
“alright, missy, calm down. no one’s gonna get hurt.” he kept the gun aimed at your head, but gloria quickly pried it out of his hands and took a shot at jules. she crouched to shield herself from the bullet that thankfully missed, but in doing so let go of the baby that plummeted to the floor, shattering into hundreds of pieces.
“get your ass down here or i’ll blow her brains out!” george shouted gruffly as jules descended the staircase. she ran to you, hugging you close and helping you to stand on your injured leg.
gloria rushed out of the room, bloody pieces of ceramic in hand as george turned back to you. “look what you gone and did. what did i do to deserve you two?”
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“cooking’s a zen art for my dear gloria. i’ve found there’s a method to it: the more upset she is, the bigger the dish it takes to pull her out.” george explained. “needless to say, i think the two of you just summoned up a banquet.”
the two of you had been crudely duct-taped to some chairs in the dining room, forced to listen to the stuffy dialogue between the husband and wife. “why? why do you keep her down there?” jules asked.
“it’s not what you think.” he looked over his shoulder to make sure she wasn’t listening. “my gloria, she’s always wanted a child. unfortunately, the good lord did not have that in his plans for us. so, i had to take matters into my own hands.”
“oh, so you kidnapped her.” jules stated bluntly. george glared at her, but continued his explanation.
“as you get older, things get... complicated, and i swear to god i had no ill intentions. i just wanted to make my wife happy.” he smiled. “and she was for a bit, until she started to remind her of what she couldn’t have. she asked me to make her go away, but i couldn’t bring myself do that, so the basement is our compromise.”
“dinner is served!” gloria announced, wheeling in a cart full of dishes of shepherd’s pie. she placed one on everyone’s plate before she sat down. they quickly said grace before digging into their food.
“so are you guys gonna kill us or...? what’s the deal?” jules asked matter-of-factly. you wanted to nudge her shoulder and ask her what in the hell made her so bold, but you didn’t want to cause a scene.
“george, you didn’t tell them?” gloria asked confusedly. “i wanted to make ‘em squirm a bit,” he smirked.
“t-tell us what?” you cursed yourself for stuttering but you couldn’t help it, it came out when you were anxious.
“we’re not gonna kill you.” george mumbled, almost sounding disappointed. “i said we’re not gonna kill ‘ya, what are you deaf?” you stifled a grin at jules, not wanting to change their decision to set you free. “we’ve decided that, despite your piss-poor behavior, the logistics of it just don’t make no sense for us.”
“sooner or later someone’s gonna come lookin’ for you two. now, i can hide a body like the easter bunny hides an egg, but the two of you have been sweatin’, spittin’, and pissin’ all over this place.” he paused to take a sip of his drink. “anywho, i’m bound to miss a spot. i figure we have a better chance of hitting the road. we’ll give it 48 hours, tip off the police, they’ll come by and pick ya’ up. i reckon you’ll do some time for whatever the hell you two did, but at least you’ll still be drawing breath. so congratulations, you should be thankful. you just won the damn lottery.”
jules spared a glance at you as if to say, what now? “take your time eatin’ you got another couple days in those chairs.” george muttered as he took another bite of his meal.
screw it, you thought. we’re hungry and going to jail in the next two days, what harm could a nice meal do? you both picked up your forks and knives and tucked in to the plate in front of you. you nearly let out a moan in satisfaction as the food hit your tongue. you scooped up more greedily as you had no clue if and when the next time you’d get fed would be.
“wait,” jules swallowed the food in her mouth. “what’s gonna happen to her?” gloria glanced over to george, waiting for the answer to the question as well.
“well, i’m sure they’ll put her some place nice. these orphanages, i hear they’re like five-star resorts.” george answered.
“does that upset you?” gloria turned to jules, a smile of mock empathy on her face. “anything’s better than down there.” jules mumbled.
“you got a heart of gold, jules. is your full name julia?” jules nodded in response. “my mother’s name was julia. she had a good heart, too, you remind me of her.”
“she died of cancer when i was real little. it was a slow, painful process, but i was with her every step of the way!” she grinned as her husband blew her a kiss. “the day before she died, she told me to look in the closet, that i’d find a special surprise for me in there. it was a package, wrapped up nice and pretty, with a tiny card with my name on it. she insisted i opened it, so i wiped away my tears, tore open the paper and there it was. a doll.”
everything stilled. every sound, the scraping of cutlery on the plate, the sound of everyone breathing, even the breeze blowing through the window decided this was a nice time to take a break.
“she said it was a magic doll,” she continued. “that no matter how sad i became, and believe me, i became very sad, i’d always have him with me. my ethan.”
your gut instincts finally kicked in as you spat out the food that was in your mouth, the gross pile of chewed up beef and potatoes looking oddly blurry to you. jules looked equally as mortified, probably even more since she was the one who brought about the end of the magic doll.
“and she was right; he was magical. and you took him away from me.” she grinned her creepy stepford wife grin once more. jules mumbled something but everything sounded miles away from you as your head swam.
“wha-what is this?” you slurred, the bright colors of the table morphing into one another.
“this is a drug overdose, y/n.” he chuckled when you sluggishly turned your head towards him. “i know, i know, i fibbed about lettin’ you live, but see, you had a veritable pharmacy in that bag of yours. you two just munched down enough pills to put a bull to bed,” his voice muffled into indiscernible nonsense, though you knew he was still speaking.
“f-fuck you,” jules managed, still keeping her head up. you, on the other hand, were slumped over, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.
george got up from his seat, pulling your head up by your hair. “not so tough now, are ya’?” he jested.
jules muttered something in your defense, but as soon as your head dropped, you were down for the count; just missing the hopeful ring of the doorbell, possibly signaling you might live to see another day.
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i should probably put a link to previous parts at the top but i have no clue how to do that lol
warnings: for the first time in this story, probably nothing really major!! very vague description of piercing removal?? (this is me trying not to spoil the movie for anyone even though this is the fourth part lol)
notes: this might be a little short, but if you look at the footnotes of the last part, i explained why
also should i say like what’s coming next before every piece like up here in this section or does nobody care bc i would totally do that SO next week is either going to be henry fluff, roman fluff, or roman smut 😳 if i finish them all before next week, you guys can let me know which one you want if you wanna do that
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“i’ve told you a hundred times, the business model is flawless,” you repeated. “every day we roll outta bed, hit the shore, and scoop up a day’s worth of merchandise. you know, nice shiny shells, maybe some skipping rocks; and then we spend the afternoon sellin’ ‘em. it’s pure profit, julie.”
“yeah, babe, that’s a good idea n’ all, but what happens when we get too big? we’re gonna have to hire a shell finder, and then it won’t be pure profit anymore. that could bleed us dry.” jules countered.
“shit, that’s a good point. what if instead of paying him, we give him a chunk of the company? like equity, right?” you suggested.
“oh yeah, true.” she murmured. “well we have the business model and all, but what are we gonna call it?”
you were trying to keep your calm, even in this terrible situation. you found that talking about the future, even though said future was entirely dependent on the fact that the two of you made it out of here alive, helped to quell your anxiety. or maybe it was just the fact that jules had an incredibly calming effect on you.
“hmmm, that’s a good one. i feel like that’s all you. i think you’re a little more creative than i am. i’m just the numbers girl.” you responded. the tinny, tapping noise of her tongue stud as she was deep in thought irked you. “babe, could you stop that? i keep tellin’ you, you’re gonna ruin your enam- oh fuck, wait!”
“what?” she asked confusedly. “your tongue ring! th-the stud!” you exclaimed. “what about it?”
“the locks- i can pick the locks with it!” you tried to maintain a low volume; after all, this plan didn’t need to be spoiled only moments after it’s conception.
“baby, it’s in my tongue,” jules reminded you. “how are you gonna get it out?” you winced as you realized the lengths your girlfriend would have to go to to get the two of you out of here.
“maybe if you do that thing that i hate - the one with your teeth - and just kinda pull on it, maybe it’ll just sorta, pop out?” you proposed. you heard a hefty sigh from behind you, hopefully signaling an attempt to escape.
“fine, i’ll try it.” you listened silently as she grunted behind you, pulling with all the force her tongue could muster. “sorry, babe, my tongue isn’t strong enough.”
“no, your tongue is so strong! it’s a great, strong tongue! could you try again?” you begged, but to no avail, jules knew she couldn’t pull it out. “what if you - um - just, like, kinda turn towards me - yeah, yeah, like that, and i just sorta - clamp down on it with my teeth and, y’know, remove it.”
jules spun back around at lightspeed, slamming her mouth shut as she internally cringed at your suggestion. “that’s gonna fucking kill!”
“i know, baby, i know it’s gonna hurt! believe me, i wish i had the piercing in my tongue, but i don’t.” you hung your head down in desperation. “julie, please, this is our only chance outta here.”
“you owe me,” she grumbled in acceptance. you heard the sound of fabric shuffling against the frigid concrete and you turned to meet her halfway.
“i owe you.” you whispered to her, placing a quick kiss on the tip of her nose. “you ready?” she nodded, holding her tongue out and closing her eyes as she braced herself for what was sure to be very painful.
“okay, one, two,” on three, you yanked your head back, successfully pulling the stud out. she clamped her mouth shut rapidly, trying to contain her scream. before you could praise her, the basement door swung open and in came george holding some sort of food.
you’ve got to be fucking kidding me, you thought. you kept your mouth sealed, hiding the ring beneath your tongue and hoping that jules would do the same. george approached the two of you, humiliatingly waving a ladle full of the dish in front of your face.
“come on, eat up. we don’t want you starvin’ down here now.” george smirked, his expression turning into scowl when you refused the food. “no? well, how ‘bout you?” he shoved the spoon towards jules, but he received the same response.
“fine. you’re gonna have to eat at some point, and i don’t particularly give a damn whether it’s my wife’s food or your own goddamn fingers.” he grumbled before heading back upstairs. as soon as the door closed, you heard jules spit the contents of her mouth onto the ground, panting as she took in breaths. “fuck.”
“shit, that was a close one,” you dropped the ring from your teeth into your open palm. “you good, babe?”
“yeah,” she groaned at the nasty taste in her mouth. “i just swallowed a bunch of blood. tasted like metal.”
“don’t worry, i got it from here.” you prodded at the keyhole with the stud, jabbing at it from every direction you could muster. you sighed as you couldn’t seem to get a good angle on your own cuffs. “fuck.”
“what is it?” jules asked. “y/n, don’t tell me we just ripped a hole in my tongue for no reason.”
“no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no way! here just - let me try and get at yours. could you like, sorta, present them to me?” she shuffled into the perfect place just within your reach. “yes, baby! that’s great!”
“alright you motherfucker. come on, you little piece of shit, fuckin’ dickbag,” you cursed to yourself as you jammed the stud every which way. “you little piece of fucking shit... oh, i fucking got it!” you exclaimed.
“oh yes, baby!” jules shimmied out of the cuffs, turning around to press little kisses all over your neck and cheeks. “i love you so much!”
as much as you loved her affection, you loved the idea of escaping this hellhole even more. “alright, alright,” you panted through a smile. “no time to waste. get mine.”
“okay, what do i do?” she questioned as she took the stud out of your fingers. “you just kind of stick ‘em in there, and then you kinda move it around until you find a catch point.” you answered.
“relax and feel it,” you directed, feeling her nimble fingers working the pin into the lock. “yeah, that’s right, just feel it. come on!”
suddenly, you heard a small snap, emanating from the cuffs. “oops,” jules mumbled under her breath. you forgot how to breathe for a moment. “oops?” you wondered out loud. “it, um, it broke.” she spoke so quietly she was nearly whispering.
“ohyougottabefuckingkiddingme,” you breathed out, trying to will the lump in your throat and the tears behind your eyes to go away as to not make your girlfriend feel bad. “whe- where’d it break?” you asked, expecting the worst possible answer.
“it - uh, it probably broke inside and now it’s just kind of in there!” she panicked. “oh baby. baby, i’m so sorry. i fucked it all up!” her head hit the pole with a soft thud.
“no, no, no, no, no, no, no! it’s okay, it’s okay!” you tried to deescalate the situation as fast as you could; the last thing you needed on top of being chained to a post was your girlfriend to have a breakdown. “hey, hey, come over here! c’mere, c’mere!” she crawled in front of you, wringing her head in her hands as she apologized profusely. “hey, it’s okay. you did your best. look, my leg is fucked, i can hardly walk anyways. it doesn’t matter. you got this, okay?”
despite your reassurance, jules still seemed a little shaky. “i- i don’t even know what to do, though. w-what do i do?” she looked over to sweetiepie who was waving her hand at them. “what is it?” she pointed in the opposite direction, directing jules’ gaze to an escape. “holy shit, it’s a laundry chute!”
a spark set off inside you; maybe getting out of here was possible after all. “can you get up there?” she nodded confidently as if to say ‘of course i can’. she pulled you into a fierce kiss, catching you by surprise. “i love you,”
“i love you too,” she grinned, making her way over to the chute and hoisting herself up inside, disappearing from your view.
you turned to sweetiepie, a desperate look on your face. “she better make it outta here.”
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oops i may have accidentally went back and watched the movie a fifth time just to refresh myself on some of the dialogue but it was an accident i assure you
warnings: drug use, very very slight violence, that’s pretty much it
notes: this is LOOOONNNGG probably the longest thing i’ve written,, ever and i apologize!! there was nowhere satisfying to stop in between the markers i’ve set in my mind for these chapters without creating two unsatisfyingly short chapters instead of one satisfying long one
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“fuckin’ score!” you squealed as jules let you down from the garage window. “now we just gotta get in there.”
you walked along the path towards the front door, rolling your eyes at the stereotypical garden gnomes with their happy painted faces.
jules held the crowbar towards you. “need this?”
“babe, please. we’re not barbarians,” you pulled out a paper clip from your jacket pocket, unfolding it and maneuvering it into the lock. you heard a familiar metallic tapping noise, prompting you to scold your girlfriend. “jules, please stop fucking with that, it’s gonna wreck your enamel.”
she mumbled an apology and you heard the lock click successfully. “yes! yes, i fucking got it!”
“you did it baby! you’re so fucking good!” jules kisses all over your cheek and jaw, pulling you in for a smooch on the lips. you wanted to lose yourself in her touch, but you remembered time was of the essence if you wanted to get the fuck out of here.
you yanked on the handle, but to your surprise, the door remained shut. “what the- it’s fucking dead bolted. who the fuck deadbolts their door? this is a great neighborhood!”
“take this,” jules thrusted the crowbar into your hands, watching as you pried the thing open, the wood splintering to the ground.
the both of you entered the home cautiously, peeking around corners as you held the gun up in self defense. jules headed into the kitchen, searching for a likely spot for some car keys. you surveyed the dining room, finding that nothing particularly stuck out to you during your search.
“find anything?” you asked your girlfriend. she shook her head no, eyeing around suspiciously before casting her gaze on the bowl of fruit perched perfectly on the countertop.
“it’s fake.” she stated seriously. you fought the urge to smile at her goofiness, choosing to nod affirmingly before heading upstairs. you rifled through countless dresser drawers, hoping to come across a set of goddamn keys. you came across an old video camera that appeared to be from 2004, but upon further inspection, the battery seemed to be dead. you tossed it over your shoulder, hearing the equipment land with a thud on the carpeting behind you.
you unceremoniously plopped down on the couch next to jules, leaning back with a heavy sigh. “nothing?”
“yo tengo nada.” she mumbled before stuffing a heaping spoonful of cereal into her mouth. you glanced down at her sour expression.
“stale?” you queried. “stale.” she affirmed, spitting the sugary wheat back into the bowl and tossing it over her shoulder.
“okay, time to think. no keys, so we gotta come up with something else.” you suggested, slinging an arm over her shoulders.
“it might help if we have a creative boost, you know?” she smirked, placing the bag onto your lap. a devilish grin made its way onto your face as you kissed the corner of her mouth.
“mmm, i like the way you think, babygirl,” you took out a vial of coke and a credit card, dividing the substance up into lines on the back of some travel guide on the coffee table that looked like it was from the 70s. jules ripped a page out of another magazine and rolled it up into a tube. she went first and you followed, snorting a line as an idea popped into your head.
“gas! we’ll siphon the gas!” you shouted, turning towards your girlfriend to see what she thought.
“what? oh, that’s great, baby!” she leaned in for another kiss, but you were already up and pacing the living room floor.
“yeah, yeah, that’ll work. we just need, like, a gas can or something to put it in, and then we can put it back in the car!” you grinned, looking to jules for some input.
“yes! we don’t even need that much, we can just- fuck, you’re so fuckin’ smart, baby!” she slammed you into the wall, furiously smashing her lips to yours as she reached into your back pocket to grope your ass.
“mmmph! wait, baby- wai- we c-can’t do this now,” you managed between moans.
“what, you don’t want it?” she pouted, pulling away from you.
“no! fuck no! you know i want it, you know i fuckin’ wanna fuck all over this place, but we have to get back to the car before it gets towed or something.” you reasoned, pulling her hands back into yours.
“you’re right, i’m so sorry, baby.” she averted her gaze towards the ground, picking at her nails nervously.
“don’t ever apologize for that shit. that’s love.” you smiled, cheeks turning pink when she smiled back at you. you pressed your lips to hers, savoring her taste as you kissed her slowly.
you decided to head into the basement to find a hose and, after a debate over who should go down first, jules bravely headed down into the darkness. the two of you split up, figuring you could cover more ground separately. she crept up behind you, groaning when you jolted and shifted the beam of your flashlight into her eyes.
“there’s nothing down here. come on, babe,” she moved from your field of vision, the flashlight suddenly casting on a little girl chained to a pipe, her sudden presence making you scream.
“what?” jules turned around, practically jumping out of her skin when she saw the child.
“w-what the fuck?” you exclaimed. “what the fuck?” you asked her if she was alright, but she stayed silent, looking at the two of you as if she’d just seen you flush her pet fish down the toilet.
“y/n, we have to get her out of here,” jules stated firmly. “look at the lock, can you pick it?”
“can i pick it? baby, that fucker’s industrial. not gonna happen.” you crossed your arms. “and besides, we don’t know where her parents are, or why she’s chained up in the fucking basement! that’s a huge fucking red flag, julie! i mean, this- this is practically a red flag factory!”
“baby, i love you, but there’s no fucking way i’m leaving if that little girl isn’t coming with us. can you figure out some way to get the chain off her? pretty please?” she begged.
you tapped your foot anxiously, eyes darting around the open space in the basement. you sighed, looking back at her pleading expression. “fuck you, and fuck those goddamn puppy eyes of yours.”
her face brightened, clinging to your side and pressing kisses to your cheeks lovingly.
“okay, the chain is connected to the pipe, so we don’t have to pick the lock, we can just cut the pipe. we just need a saw of some kind.” you looked over to her.
“that’s my girl,” she grinned widely. “it doesn’t really look like there’s any tools down here. maybe a knife would work?”
you headed up to the kitchen, rifling through drawers and drawers of utensils. you quickly grew frustrated with the lack of anything sharp in this seemingly childproof home. “butter knives! just fucking butter knives! what, do these people not eat steak?” you growled in irritation. you looked over to jules who had a shocked expression on her face as she stared at something behind you. you spun around to see a couple standing there, a baby in the woman’s arms.
you grabbed the nearest object, which turned out to be a meat tenderizer and held it threateningly towards the intruders. the man took a step forwards, triggering your protective instinct as you aimed the gun at him.
he held his hands up in defense, backing away from you. “alright, easy now. we don’t want any trouble. take what you want; money, jewelry, whatever you’re looking for just take and go on your way.”
“we don’t want your money.” you stepped towards them, standing in front of jules and trying to assert your dominance.
“you can have the mallet if you’re keen on it.” the man assured. you shook your head, tossing it to the floor with a metallic clang. “is this your house?” the man nodded. “you live here full time? this isn’t a rental situation?”
“no it is not. what exactly is going on here?” he asked curiously. against her better judgement, jules stepped out from behind me, her brows furrowed.
“okay then. we wanna know why the fuck you have a little girl chained up in your basement, that’s what we wanna know.” she shouted, crossing her arms aggressively. “tell em’, babe.”
“y-yeah, what the fuck?” you gestured towards them with the gun in confusion. you wanted to look over to your girlfriend, but you didn’t want to take your eyes off the suspicious couple.
“oh lord, and here i thought you were gonna rob us,” the man laughed in relief. “that’s just sweetiepie. she’s been acting out at school, that’s just what we do to discipline he-”
“chaining a child to the floor is no way of disciplining her! we’re getting her the fuck out of here and taking her somewhere safe!” jules cut in, fiery with passion.
the man’s wife joined the conversation, shouting something about coming in uninvited and kidnapping her daughter before her husband calmed her down. “no! don’t you dare take her away from us! i won’t have that poor girl subjected to your sinful lifestyle!”
“watch your fuckin’ mouth, lady!” jules pointed at her angrily.
you and george pulled your partners away from each other, calming them down before continuing to speak. “listen, we have a second car in the garage. and if for one reason or another, that second car were to go missing, we might not report that incident for some time. but if you were to take my daughter with you, you’d be forcing my hand to call the police in a much more timely manner.”
your shoulders sagged, looking over to jules as she stood strong. you admired her for her ability to never take shit from anyone.
“you can’t stand here and tell me you don’t wish you never went down those stairs.” he was right and he knew it. you were stuck between a rock and a hard place, so you decided to do what you did best: break the tension.
“i just realized nobody knows each other’s names here. i’ll start. i’m y/n, and this beautiful thing is my girl jules.” you exhaled through your nose. you turned to see jules looking pissed off, whether at you for opening your mouth or the situation.
“i’m sorry, i can’t believe we haven’t introduced ourselves! i’m george, and this here’s my wife, gloria.” george proudly announced, tossing an arm over gloria’s shoulder.
“nice to meet you, george and gloria. now that we all know each other, let me tell you something.” your face fell serious. “we’re taking that girl and you’re not saying shit to the police. you wanna know why you won’t say shit? because you’re fucking psychopaths with a little girl chained up in your basement! and there’s no way you can call the police without risking them finding out about the fact that you’re fucking psychopaths with a little girl chained up in their basement!”
you watched as they shifted uncomfortably, feeling pride in your words against them. you spared a glance towards jules, grinning inside when you saw the proud look on her face.
“get the fucking keys, george.”
you found yourselves in the basement, watching george’s every move as he unlocked the girl. jules stood a few feet behind you, pinning gloria’s arms to her back.
“you’re free, come here!” she didn’t move. “chains are off dude, let’s get the fuck outta here!”
the girl clung to george’s leg in fear, causing a prideful grin to appear on the man’s face.
“you can come with us now! we’ll have fun, we can find you a great family. hey, we could even get burgers and ice cream, how does that sound? have you ever even had a burger?” you joked.
you placed a hand on her shoulder but she turned and bit it, making you squeal and jump back from her. george took this opportunity to slam his head into yours with such brute force that you blacked out on impact as you fell to the ground, the gun clattering out of your grasp.
jules’ muffled voice frantically screaming your name was the last thing you heard before you fell completely unconscious.
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i had to make a few changes, some for creative purposes, some just bc i felt like it
and yES i CUT OUT THE SCENE WHERE THEY READ EACH OTHER IM SORRY IT WAS GETTING LONGER AND LONGER AND STRESSING ME TF OUT
also i don’t like how long this is writing things this long stresses me out and as i’m typing this at 7:24 i realize this was supposed to be out 8 hours ago
also also for my taglist, i’m adding people who either liked or reblogged, but feel free to message me if you do/don’t want to be tagged!!
warnings: language, anxiety, creepiness, some violence, homophobia, overall just weird vibes (if you’ve seen the movie you know what i’m talking about)
TW: MENTIONS OF NON-CON (please don’t read if you’re triggered by this!! this was the bit of the story i had to change for the story to make sense since i swapped mickey’s gender. it doesn’t actually happen, but if the threat triggers you, do NOT READ!!!)
notes: i’m gonna try and keep this one shorter bc writing long chapters stresses me out
also! i’m writing this based on a pdf of the original script for the movie, so some dialogue may be different, or it may be my own creation because believe it or not, there are times that i do in fact possess creativity!!
you woke up with a jolt, dreams of the strangest variety plaguing your subconscious. you reached up to touch your pounding head- well, at least you would’ve if it wasn’t restrained.
“what the hell?” you tugged on the handcuffs, quickly realizing your legs were tied down, too, rendering you completely immobile. upon discovering this, you began to panic, breaking out in a cold sweat as you called out for your security blanket. “jules! jules!”
“she’s not gonna hear you. she’s down in the basement with sweetiepie.” gloria said calmly as she entered the room.
not impressed with her answer, you questioned her. “what are you gonna do to her?”
“my, my. you asked about her safety before even questioning yours! the bond the two of you share must be stronger than i thought.” she mused, looking down at your panicked expression. “your belle is safe and sound, don’t worry. but if you want to see her again, you’re going to have to cooperate.”
“cooperate? what the fuck are you gonna do to me?” you wrenched at your restraints, your heart rate beginning to pick up sufficiently. you depended on jules more than any other person in your life, and without her, you began to quickly unravel.
“just sit tight, all will be revealed soon enough.” gloria stated with an eerie smile. you hated how calm she was, it made you feel like she knew something you didn’t. “would you like to see some photos of my son?”
was she serious? look at some photos of her son? all you wanted was their car! how did you end up in this mess? the sudden aggravation caused you to lose your composure.
“no, i don’t wanna see any pictures of your fucking son! i wanna get my girlfriend and that fucking kid and get the fuck out of here!” you screamed. “i wanna get the fuck away from you and your crazy ass husband! i wa-” your sudden outburst was cut off by a firm slap, giving you little time to react before gloria had you in a chokehold.
“you keep your damn mouth shut! you won’t refer to anyone in this family like that under my roof!” you spat in her face, taking in a wheezing breath as she let go of you to wipe her face. her sudden anger morphed into what you assumed was her signature brand of unnerving calmness.
“you wanted to know what i’m going to do to you? i’ll tell you.” she smiled creepily. “you see, george and i have wanted our own children for the longest time, but that’s just not what the good lord had planned for us. so think of yourself as a vessel for us. an oven for our bun, if you will.”
your jaw dropped, the color in your face draining as your eyes widened in shock. “fuck! what the fuck? that’s so fucking fucked up! you’re not gonna fucking touch me, you bitch!” you couldn’t catch your breath, your chest heaving with every intake of air.
gloria got up to leave, her long skirt spinning with a flourish as she made her way to the bedroom door. “d-don’t f-fucking leave,” you wheezed as she exited the room, slamming the door behind her.
“jules!” you shouted. “jules, please fucking help me,” you whimpered, shutting your eyes in defeat.
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time ticked by slowly, your arms and shoulders starting to ache as they were held in the same position. you tried to reposition them to get some relief, but none came.
suddenly, you heard the door click open, your eyes flitting up hopefully. gloria entered with a grin on her painted lips, making her way towards you.
while you were in the room by yourself, you had used the time wisely to come up with what would hopefully be a successful escape plan. you looked up at her with your best puppy dog eyes. “gloria, can we talk?”
“absolutely. what’s on your mind?” it was creepy how quickly she seemed to get over your defiance from earlier, but you pushed the thought from your mind.
“well, honestly, your proposal.” you began. “i know how i acted the other day was totally uncalled for, and i’ve reconsidered.”
“well, you didn’t really have much of a choice, sweetheart, but i’m glad you feel that way.” she stroked a hand over your stomach, making you feel physically sick. “is there anything else?”
“yeah, there is. can we start now? i wanna start these happy nine months as soon as i can.” you faked a smile, the words coming out of your mouth churning your insides.
“well yes, i guess that could be arranged,” she moved to get up and you panicked, your plan quickly setting out of motion.
“wait!” you exclaimed. “can you uncuff me? i don’t think it would really be enjoyable if i was tied down like i am now.”
she looked skeptical, but sat down next to you anyways. “give me one good reason you wouldn’t be trying to escape as soon as i untied you.”
“well, i’ve had a change of heart.” no i haven’t. “i’ve considered it, and i think you’re right.” no you’re not. “i think this experience would be really beneficial to me,” no it wouldn’t. “especially if i wasn’t chained to the bed the whole time.” definitely not.
“it seems that you’ve really put some thought into this, i’m very proud of you.” gloria crooned. she sat on the side of the mattress, working on uncuffing your hands from the bedposts. as soon as both your hands were free, you took a tight grip of her hair and used your body weight to launch her off of you and onto the floor. she cried out, clutching her head as you worked at the ropes around your ankles.
“you psycho fucking bitch!” you cursed at her. “i’m getting my girlfriend and that fucking kid and we’re getting the fuck out of here!” once your legs were finally free, you took off, running down the stairs as the damsel called out for her husband.
you raced towards the door, prying at the handle, when a gunshot goes off right next to your head. you jumped in fear, raising your hands in defense to see george at the top of the staircase, wielding your pistol.
“exactly what in the hell do you think you’re doing? get your ass up here!” he shouted, waving the weapon threateningly. when you stood frozen in your tracks, he spoke again. “i’m a crack shot, kid. i missed you on purpose that time. now get on up here.”
you grudgingly headed up the stairs, keeping your wide eyes facing straight ahead. you heard gloria sobbing in the other room, sounding as distraught as ever, and you knew you were in for it. “who the hell raised you like that? you of all people making a woman cry like that.”
“i’d blow your brains out if i thought you had any,” george sighed. “well, i’ll tell you one thing; you’re a bit too spry for my liking.”
suddenly, he pulled the trigger, and the bullet ripped through the meat of your thigh. you screamed in agony, clutching the wound as you cried out. “fuck! what the fuck? you just fucking shot me!”
he acted like it was nothing, simply tossing a towel at you to stop the bleeding. “quit your whinin’, ya sally. we’ll get you bandaged up.”
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“don’t make me put another bullet in ‘ya. just behave, goddammit!” george growled as he dragged you down the basement stairs. through your hazy vision, you were able to make out jules handcuffed to a pole not too far away from the girl. he drops you to the floor, yanking your hands behind your back and cuffing them next to jules’.
“y/n!” jules called out, a happy yet worried smile making its way onto her lips. her gaze landed on your leg, her eyes widening when she saw the bloody wrappings. “oh my god! you motherfucker, what did you do to her?”
“what are you blind? i shot her.” george stated matter-of-factly. “now you two keep quiet down here. keep an eye on ‘em, sweetiepie.” he looked over to the girl before heading upstairs.
“fuck, i’m so happy you’re alive, baby! i heard those gunshots go off and i was so scared i was gonna lose you! are you okay?” jules blurted out, trying to turn towards you.
“it hurts so fucking bad, but i’m okay.” you panted, breathing labored. you wriggled your arms, pulling on the cuffs frustratingly.
“can you pick it?” jules asks hopefully. your heavy eyes darted around the basement, searching for something in arm’s reach small enough to fit in the keyhole.
“i don’t have anything to pick it with.” you huffed, leaning your head back against the pole as tears of frustration brimmed your eyes. “shit!”
you peeled your eyes open to look around the room once more, eyes landing on sweetiepie as she stared back at you in fascination. you had had enough of this little girl; she was the reason you were in this whole mess. if she just would’ve fucking cooperated, the three of you could be outta here and on the route to florida. “oh, i’m so glad you’re here, i didn’t get the chance to say fuck you!”
jules nudged you with her elbow, as if to discourage you from swearing at the child. “leave her alone, she feels bad. she didn’t know what she was doing.”
“how the hell do you know? she talked?” you asked in confusion at her statement.
“i don’t know, i just do.” jules shrugged. sweetiepie had resumed playing with her toys once more, the little princess dolly riding away on the heroic stallion’s back. you sighed at the seemingly hopeless situation, letting your eyes fall shut.
this was gonna be a long night.
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okay so an itty bitty change of plans: if this ended where it was originally supposed to, it would be really long and kinda unsatisfying (to me at least), so i’m splitting this into two chapters.
which means that instead of a 5-part series, this will be 6 parts! it just makes more sense to me that way.
anyway, i hope you guys enjoy!! i really had fun writing this part!
