be sweet to me
tess servopoulos x sunshine!reader
summary; tess meets an unlikely match from her runback from bill and franks's.
warnings: mentions of robbery and violence.
a/n: not really making this a series but more of concepts? would u guys like that? like more hcs and oneshots of tess x sunshine!reader?
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You were quite sure no one saw you, so quite sure. Until the woman is holding a gun againts the back of your head, demanding you to get up.
She had you againts the wall, back facing her before making you drop your backpack.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone?" She asked mockingly. Though all you heard was the compliment. "You think I'm pretty- ah stop-" You yelped as she pushed you head back to the wall.
"I think you're stupid." She confirms. "Now answer the question."
"I'm a smuggler." You say bluntly. She frowns at your at ease demeanor. "Really?" She drawls. Your head snaps back towards her in a glare despite being held againts your permission. "I smuggle essentials you won't be able to compare with you second grade melatonin and cocaine." You snapped.
You expected her to smash your head on the wall or something, so when she laughs, you actually flinch in her grip.
When her laughter quiet downs, she eyes you with more curiosity than cross, her hold on you loosening. "You have medicine?" She asks.
Of course she'd ask that, you did brag about your smuggling. "Uh no." She frowns again.
"Toiletries?" She guessed. "Nope, sorry."
She sighs and let's go of you fully pushing you away slightly. "From the way you're talking I would've thought you'd have the damn cure for this shitshow yourself, but not even pads?" She sounded amused more than irritated, and you're starting to wonder why she doesn't just push you off and leave, now absolutely knowing you're harmless.
You should feel dumb, but being stupid is your permanent position in this world. So you smile at her as your eyes sparkles. "No pads, unfortunately, though I do have my own pack. But I promise what I have is much better than an infected cure."
Silence fills the gap between the two of you before she sighs again and nods her head towards you, signaling to continue.
Immediately you reach for you thrown bag pack, unzipping it and pulling out the warm, paper wrapped chicken sandwich, holding in like a baby in your arms before you slowly walk towards her, nudging it into her hands.
She was quiet for a second, hesitating to take it at first. But when the smell hits her nose and her hands holds it, you swore you heard her moan.
Immediately, her fingers move to unpack it, and without a second to think, she shoves the fresh sandwich into her mouth, and groans in happiness when the first bite hits.
"Jwezus-" She munches. You wait for her to swallow the first big bite. "How much do you want for this?"
Your eyes widen, taken aback. "Oh- well, I don't know? You're actually the first person to ask today, the others mostly just rob me." You replied jokingly, though the both of you knew you were telling the truth.
The way she's tapping her feet, you could tell you're making her impatient, so you drill yourself to have courage.
"I um- maybe, 5 ration cards?" You say slowly, drawing the words, making them sound more like a questions.
Her eyes widen in disbelief. "5? That's all?" She asks in disbelief. "You're really trying to die out here aren't you?" She shakes her head and you actually feel ashamed at her statement.
God knows even an apocalypse couldn't push you to grow some balls.
"Well-" You started, then immediately retreated to silence. She cocks her head at you and raise a brow, so you brave yourself again.
"I'm honestly in need of a place to stay, so far I keep getting raided most places I go, and these sandwiches can't make themselves from grass I mean-" You gave a nervous laugh, but she sees in your eyes you're so terrified you might actually start crying from the confession.
Life really hadn't been easy. But of course, after all the shit and people who've been messing with you, being nice to a beautiful scary lady is the only option your unarmed and unprepared self have instead of actually holding your own.
Being hit is better than being killed is what you've learned so far, especially when you don't even have a gun.
Her eyes turns softer and she gives a nod of understanding, finally seeing the odds.
You wait nervously for an answer, but she does provide one, only bending down to pick up your bag pack from the ground to sling it by her shoulders before starting to walk away from you.
She's robbing you, you thought.
Until a few steps away, she halts in her movement to turn around to look at you with a confusedly expression. "Well, ya coming or not? I can't eat all this meat myself can I?"
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