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hoiststowline · 6 months ago

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dead end x female reader originally posted on my ao3 here! tw: slightly suggestive & swearing

"You're the biggest dumbass I've ever met," The venom interlaced within shallow words accompanies the once-over offered to the mech, eyes surveying him top to bottom. "Literally."

Though teetering on the edge of completely going ballistic, he swallows the first retort that comes to mind in an effort to calm the impending argument. "Is that a joke?" He asks, peering down at you curiously, a little more than a smirk blistering on his mouth. "That's gotta be a joke."

The recoil he doesn't expect, watching as your shoulders slump forward as if to curl in on yourself. "It's so cold," A visible exhale displays a pang of worry, immediately understanding that this situation was the furthest from ideal. "If I lose a finger, it's all your fault, Dee."

"Aren't you a ray of sunshine," The mech drops to one knee, venturing to reason with you though he does a horrible job of executing such. He finds himself now closer to your level, yet you remain sulking in his shadow. "I thought you were the optimist between us."

The nastiest look he's ever received is thrown over your shoulder, and Dead End notices your shivering form and trembling lips, clearly uncomfortable. The only resource about organics he had blatant access to was you, and even then your demeanor only sent a beat of guilt throughout his processor. "Alright, alright. I get it,"

"Do you?" A persistent wave of regret washes over you at the way your sentence contains so much resentment. Dead End was many things, but you weren't so sure compassion was a trait you'd voluntarily surrender to stroke his confidence. "I should strangle you for dragging me out here."

At this, his brow raises suggestively, as if you inadvertently invited such a response. "Oh? I'd like to see you try, sweetheart,"

The chill of the air sweeps around you and sinks deeper into the cavern enough that you're positive the warmness to your cheeks is nothing short of an embarrassment, only feeding his ego. "Dumbass," You repeat, crossing your arms over each other to keep the heat in. "I hate you."

That allows a latent droop of his shoulders, subconsciously allowing his disappointment to show. You barely blink, half a second passes and a snarl has raised to his dermas, pushing off the dirt to glower down at you menacingly. "This ain't all my fault, slaghead,"

You never received a proper translation for the term, even if he's called you it more times than you care to count, but in this instance, it was not in the form of endearment. "Oh? Who's it is?" Spinning slowly around the cavern, you fail to find another soul as sarcasm bubbles up your throat and rears its ugly head. "I don't see anybody else!"

"I-" His voice box hitches, optics catching the opening just a couple hundred yards north. The snowstorm was wildly unexpected, a hiccup in a long road trip he hadn't necessarily thought out well. He's the one who dragged you along, and set you up for promise of fun, only to stray off the major highways and end up in the middle of nowhere.

To be absolutely fair, your navigation device did promise this was the quickest route. But Dead End would rather choke than try and point that out now and have you more disappointed with him. You're more angry than anything, but he's more concerned with your well-being than acknowledging he fucked up. "Fine y/n, whatever-"

Dead End's dealt with nasty beings twice his size, and for some reason, no interactions are comparable to the vexation that you outwardly radiate. "Whatever?! Oh, you're the worst."

One finger in particular seems to silently convey how you feel about it all as you hold it high enough for him to see, marching onwards into the cave in the opposite direction of the only exit. "y/n if you go in any further, you're going to get lost," He can't control the condescending tone of his voice, but it contradicts the yearn for you to believe him.

"Anywhere is better than here." Numb hands fumble to find your coat pockets, grabbing your phone before switching on the built-in flashlight. "I'm gonna go try and find a signal."

His communication device was no help either, all a static reply on any channel he tried. "Would you cut it out?" You don't riposte, struggling up the small incline as your soles weren't meant for such a climb. "y/n, cut the slag, you're being the dumbass right now,"

Still, you continue onwards. Dead End rejoins you easily, matching your five paces in one long, loping stride, standing over you unimpressed. "Dude, seriously, leave me alone."

A frustrated sigh escapes chapped lips, nearly dropping your phone as another more persistent shiver wracks your body. He's tempted to let you try and scramble up such a short incline, but he promised he'd keep you safe and wasn't to just let you get hurt because he was overwrought. "You're gonna fall."

Then, short yelp tears from your mouth as you eventually do lose your footing, aggravation sending piercing jolts through your veins. The frustration that was slowly eating you up inside was finally free, the sting of tears welling within glassy eyes as you take your karma with as much dignity as you can, waiting painfully for Dee's relentless teasing.

Your ass would be sore, and so would your amour propre, but the fall was not that far if you could even call the slip-up such.

From Dead End's perspective, he's watching you fall in slow motion. A cruel joke, seeing an awful premonition pass his processor, leaving a shout breaking free as he lunged forward, scooping you into two servos as he hit the Earth with an alarmingly loud thud.

Before you can ask if he's alright, he deposits you gently onto the ground as two massive hands slam on either side of you, successful in caging you in. "I fragging said you were going to get hurt!" His face looms so close, enough that your eyes catch all the small scars that litter his plating, nicks, and blemishes that were so minor, but easily seen by your surprised stare. "I know you're mad at me, but you don't have to be an idiot!"

He hates the way you blink up at him, all doe-eyed, and the twinge of red that overtakes the apples of your cheeks. Catching your dumbfounded reaction, he becomes worried you're hurt, or more displeased with him for practically screaming in your face- when he catches the tears that brim to the surface, then run rivers down your icy skin.

"Shit!" You hiss, scrambling beneath him, kicking backward on shaky knees in a futile effort to retreat. "Dee-"

Using the end of your sleeve, you scrub the tears away, but it's mostly in vain. He's seen them, felt their vividness in his spark, and wants nothing more than to erase such a picture from his memories. "Stop callin' me that." This is what comes out first, one servo lifting off the dirt to tug you rearwards, two digits gently pinching the fabric accessible at the bottom of your coat. "Are you okay?"

"Are you?" You retort, shooing his hand away. "You just probably cracked your windshield,"

Your endeavor is futile as his strength outmatches yours by miles, a knuckle running along your cheek to catch a rogue tear. He opts to ignore you, understanding that all his systems were in working order and none were damaged. "Are you going to listen to me now?" There's a rumble in his voice, he isn't aggravated, but more so troubled by seeing you in emotions he's yet to perceive you in. "Brat,"

While most of the blame could be dumped directly on Dead End, you weren't being entirely fair in your nasty comments and obnoxious attitude. Not sure where it all came from, perhaps the accumulation of everything that has gone wrong, your lips flub as an apology lingers on your tongue. "I'm sorry," You say, feeling your heart sink into your stomach. "I'm being difficult, this is just as much my fault as it is yours."

As if he wasn't expecting your plea for forgiveness, the red mech falters, nearly buckling under his weight as his joints creak ever so slightly. He doesn't believe you, lowering himself so that his chassis brushes your knees, noses nearly touching, vying to read the lies he can find in your face.

But he doesn't find what he expects, just that exasperating human honesty that twinkles in the iris' of your eyes. "Learned your lesson?" He gravels, an ex-vent following shortly after.

"Yes," You squeak, unsure of where all your defiance has gone. You've never been afraid of Dead End, he was an enigma that you cared to figure out more than anything. "Can you-?"

His knuckle still rests atop your skin, warming the area wholly. "Can I what?"

He knows, provokingly so, but wants you to say it. The heat that he radiates is intense, knotting your words in your throat as a jumbled whine echoes instead. "Ugh," Is what ultimately transpires, using one whole hand to push one of his fingers away. He allows it, of course, he's the one in control given your massive size difference. "I hope you did crack your windshield,"

At this, he drops the extra handful of inches, now using a forearm for support as his unoccupied hand cradles your side, thumb pressed gingerly into your thigh. "Shut up." The edges of his plating dig restlessly into your skin, but he doesn't perch any more of his weight onto your lower body. Instead, he presents the notion that you now have sway, waiting for you to complete the action.

Tiny fingers find either of his cheeks, soaking in the mellowness that protrudes from his metallic skin, wordlessly conceding, though you wanted it as well. Initially, navigating was weird and consisted of bumping noses and noiseless breaths, but Dead End presented a softness you never knew him to have, leaving a trail of kisses up your neck and eventually landing on your lips.

Dee's careful. If there is one thing he hates more than seeing you hurt, it's seeing that he's the one who caused the harm. He's rough, but part of him likes that you challenge his snarky attitude, knowing there was something much more empathetic under all those layers of hardened metal.

"You're infuriating," His words drip from his mouth like honey, gently pulling back as his thumb wanders a bit higher. "But you're so enticing,"

"You're no better," You breathe, cold air slowly fanning out before you. "You bring out the worst in me."

"And what about it?" Once more, he dips downwards, lips pressing into the crook of your neck easily pushing aside the fabric of your coat. "Ugh, you are so cold."

A loud gasp bolts from your mouth as he ex-vents into your skin, the sensitive area rippled with his warm breath. "Dee-"

"I said stop callin' me that." He murmurs, but there's little gruffness or earnestness within his words. "S'not funny,"

Whimpering at his almost electrifying touch, you stifle another choke as his digit begins to rub circles on the inside of your thigh, his lips now carefully moving upwards to settle on the crown of your head. "I don't do it to be funny," You gulp, swallowing your heart. "I do it 'cause I love you."

Dead End pauses, pulling back slightly, but not enough that you can meet his eyes. "What?" He asks, incredulity lacing his tone. "What did you just say to me?"

"I love you," Firmer, and no hesitation rolls off your tongue. "How do you say it?" You scramble, the anxiety rising first that he doesn't quite understand what you're talking about, but the fear passes rather fast. The fist at your left clenches, taking a cloud of dirt with it as a contradicting laugh falls from his lips. Unable to read him, your fingers splay across his chin, attempting to yank his attention back to you. "If you're laughing in my face because I just said that, like actually genuinely, fuck you."

Sensing your displeasure, he finally moves his attention fully to you, purple-tinted gaze gentle and full of apprehension, yet certainty together. "No. You said it right." Something gives way, he drops that hardened, arrogant demeanor, and presents a smile. "And I do love you too." He mumbles, averting his gaze at the tail end of his sentence as if he could never be seen going soft .

"You are such a drama queen," You squeal as he yanks his head back towards you, his digit moving higher, now brushing against the ticklish skin of your stomach. “God forbid you lose your bad boy facade for one second,”

He grins, dipping just close enough that you can hear his joints moving, leaving two kisses on each respective cheek before slipping a reply. “Facade? I’m hurt,”

“Grow up,” Stretching upwards, you kiss the tip of his nose. “I’m the one who’s gonna be stuck in here with you for however long,”

“Such a shame ,” Dead End challenges, his resident smirk returning. “Cry about it.”

The moment grasps you whole, only able to smile dumbly and offer a breathless laugh at his sarcastic reply. It’s a beautiful and mildly concerning feeling, wondering how you could have dropped your armor so quickly.

But it all comes back to the idea that you were never really certain you had armor up when it came to Dead End. He always seemed to shoulder his way through your layers of insecurities, and walls of doubt that others had built.

“It is a shame. Shame you look like that,” You suggest, a twinkle of mischief behind mirthful eyes.

The eye-roll you receive in return is unmatched, enough that he scoffs impatiently as his servo pulls from your thigh. “Can it, y/n. I've just about had enough of you."

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