Marry me - ransom ur pretty boy aka, your main ass   /   @killerfund​ has caused sharon.exe to stop working.

he's  always  known  how  to  get  a  rise  out  of  her  --------  knows  when  and  which  buttons  to  push  so  he  can  sit  back  and  fully  appreciate  his  work  like  some  kind  of  artist  who  paints  in  broad  strokes  of  instigation. (  not  that  she  isn't  just  as  bad  if  not  worse  than  he  is;  maybe  that's  the  reason  why  she  lets  him  get  away  with  it  as  much  as  she  does. maybe  it's  simply  because  she  likes  him  winding  her  up.  )

so  when  he  says  it  out  -  of  -  the  -  blue  all  she  can  really  do  is  pause;  stand  there  in  a  state  just  north  of  bewildered  while  she  tries  to  figure  out  if  this  is  him  just  wanting  to  get  a  reaction  from  her  or  if  he's  being  serious. shit. she  can't  tell. for  as  good  as  she  gotten  at  reading  him,  she's  can't  tell.

and  something  about  that  scares  the  shit  out  of  her.

❝  . . . Only if I can wear one of your sweaters.  ❞

watching him move around the room has always been something that's fascinated her when he got like this ------------ an unmistakable cross between a very specific dance and an animal caught pacing in a too - small cage. it's not her that his annoyance is directed towards per se, but she gets to unceremoniously stand in as a proxy since she's the only other one in the room. she lets him rant; narrate his side of all this in whatever tone and colorful language he likes, knowing the question that's going to come at the tail end of this ---------------- 'you'd trust me in this situation, right?' and knowing he isn't going to like her answer to it either ------- 'fuck no,' ( perhaps it's just her wanting to play devil's advocate, even though she loathes that angle; or maybe she's simply trying to wind him up a little bit more because she knows what doing that usually gets her. )

@killerfund​ gives her the reaction she'd expected, an exasperated look on his face and hands with an icon - clad grip on the top of the empty chair directly across from her. ❝ you don’t trust me. i’m shocked and saddened by that. ❞ it takes serious effort not to smirk, or linger too long on the way he looks at her from across the way. either one of which will only get her in more trouble with him; not less.

@killerfund​    <3′d

@killerfund​ <3′d

𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 ( not accepting ! )

@killerfund​ said : ❝  killing for you is easy .  it’s right .  it feels natural .  ❞ ( ransom noooo )

HEY  WHAT  THE  HELL ,  YOU’RE  NOT  ALLOWED  TO  MAKE  ME  FEEL  THINGS