Hello~ (Butcher Wally x Reader)

Kill me now- is the only thought that popped into your mind.

You hear a male voice from the other end of the line. You can barely make out the faint, "Y/n?"

You open your mouth to retort. Protest. Do something, anything at all but as you do Wally's free hand shoots out covering your mouth as if sensing your movements.

You grunt in response, having flashbacks from yesterday...

'...It was yesterday right..?'

Thankfully he leaves your nose was untouched so you're able to breathe but his hand rests dangerously close, a silent reminder of who was in control here.

You don't notice the warning at first though in your unnerved state so your 'survival instincts' kick in taking hold as your own hands shoot up clawing at his rough scarred ones.

But he doesn't budge. His hand remains clamped over your mouth in an iron grip. He covers your nose, making you hitch, breathing becoming more difficult.

Wally after a few long seconds lets you breathe again. His expression remained indifferent.

He brings the phone to his ear completely ignoring your silent protests. His eyes stay straight forward.

He doesn't answer the hum of the voice for several sufferable seconds.

You're even more pissed off that you can't hear anything. You're over here with your mouth forced shut, very previously threatened and still remaining THREATENED.

This has been the shittist week of your life.

'...'

'Ehhhhhh- on second thoughts.. I'll take that back.'

FINALLY Wally responds to whatever your friend was saying.

"Excuse me but might I ask who this is?" His deep voice now slightly lighter, coated with false sweetness. Putting on an innocent gentleman act.

He pauses, seeming to be letting the other being talk.

"Ah... I see. I'm sorry but I think you have the wrong phone." He fakely apologizes, making a dumb excuse.

You scowl, that was a bold face lie and you could bet your coins that Oliver wasn't going to fall for it especially with his stubborn ass.

Anddddd you totally didn't try to use that tactic on him several times also in the past...

Heh.

Totally...

Wally's hand flex's around your mouth. Minutes had gone by and funny enough Wally had gotten nowhere. His brow twitches only to prove his obvious growing irritation.

It started to get a bit heated.

"Like I said.. Y/n isn't here right now, maybe another time."

Oliver says something back clearly, not happy.

Several more minutes go by irkly slowly.

Wally seems to be getting more and more pissed, his hold on you unrelenting and becoming painful. Voices start to become more raised.

You can't help but want to shrink away as the conflict raises in intensity.

(I will most likely make a side portion stating Wally's pov and especially getting more convo but I can't really from Y/n's pov.)