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#about: every tears a diamond on my cheek
drlissahawthorne · 1 year
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MOODBOARD :: CLARISSA ERIKA HAWTHORNE :: STREAMER / SINGER-SONGWRITER
“ Video games foster the mindset that allows creativity to grow.”
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lookingformoondrop · 5 months
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Hiiii! Thanks for writing for tcoal! If you have time can I get a yandere Andrew x reader? Thanks :)
Sure thing~ Once again, it seems highly unlikely that Ashley would let this obsession slide, so for the sake of the story, she's been bliped. Happy (late) Halloween! <3
Yandere! Andrew GravesxReader
TW: Yandere themes, possession, obsession, murder, implied kidnapping, intimidation, stalking, Andrew has a foul mouth (Y/N too), not proofread
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Andrew Graves has a mask.
It's a very well crafted mask that's used to blend in with his peers, his friends, his girlfriends, his parents, and even himself.
It covers the dark parts of Andrew that even himself is too terrified to look at.
For if you look into the abyss, it looks back at you.
But when he met you, swinging back and forth at the playground swing, he could've sworn he heard something crack.
You were beautiful.
As he watched you, with the breeze blowing at your cute overalls and baggy shirt, god, so pretty.
Your smile could open the gates of the heavens. Your laugh could make rainbows last, your tears would be prettier than diamonds, and you in his cage would bring him closer to your hell.
He couldn't help but imagine you as some sort of art. Something valuable that wasn't ever to be touched by another person. Only seen by him, just him.
His mask cracked the more he looked at you.
That day started a life-long obsession.
He would venture to that park a few more times after that, until eventually introducing himself to you. Naive you, who believed him to be a kind and stoic person.
You weren't wrong, but it was your fault for thinking that's all it was.
Even if Andrew never admitted it to himself, the thought of you being his and ONLY his made his heart flutter.
How when you breathed, when you walked, when you spoke, when you laughed, it would all belong to him.
Those thoughts kept him awake at night, even if a light blush would always dust his cheeks.
As time went on, he learned that his dakmfk thoughts that he pushed to the back of his mind would only resurface when a man talked to you. Even a father-figure was enough to put him in a foul mood.
Andrew didn't say anything, but hearing his name come out of your mouth made his blood boil.
"Andy? Are you okay? You've been glaring at the ground even since we walked past Mr. Mancho."
"Why do you even like him? He's so...weird," Mr. Mancho was an innocent looking math teacher, one that always smiled at the students. And yet, Andrew hated the fact he smiled at Y/N...he didn't like that very much.
"Weird? He's been pretty nice to me...," You scratched your chin in deep thought, "do you not like Mr. Mancho?"
Andrew looked up at your doe eyes and heard something crack again,
"...he keeps looking at my things."
Andrew justified his growing hatred.
Even as you shrugged away his weird moods whenever you talked to cousins, friends, and teachers, Andrew never lacked as your friend.
Through every obstacle, he'd be there to help you jump over them. Although he'd complain about jumping in the first place, he'd never leave you.
He'd care about your issues, he'd care for your wounds, and he'd listen to your problems.
Especially when you were bullied.
The keyword here is 'were'.
While in school, a boy had groped you. When confronting him about what happened, his friend group laughed at you, claiming that you were just making shit up for attention.
This had made you cry when you got home.
Something that Andrew instantly knew about...somehow.
"Jesus Y/N, what happened?"
"S- Some boy touched me, and- h-he then said I was just making it up for attention! My friends all believed him a-and I," you broke down in sobs as your day was retold to your best friend.
As you continued to share your day with Andrew, he remained completely silent.
Several times throughout the call, you'd check if he was even still on. Still, when you called out for him, he'd answer with praise for trying to stand up for yourself, no matter what they had said to you.
You didn't know it then, but Andrew was squeezing his pack of cigarettes so hard that by the time he had gotten off the phone with you, they were all broken.
The next week, when you came to school, authorities were there questioning all the students. When they came to you, it was explained that the boy who groped you was killed and stuffed into his parent's basement freezer. Along with his friends, who all mysterious died in the forest, with some sort of satanic pentagon painted beneath their bodies.
You told the police you knew nothing, and all your friends who had doubted you came to you in an instant with apologies.
When you had told Andrew everything that happened he had only said,
"How strange."
As the years went on and you grew older, your friendship with Andrew always stayed strong.
Andrew would never say it, but when he kissed your cheek or patted your head, he was screaming,'I love you.'
But his dark thoughts, the ones he kept far back in his mind, would only double.
"Andy! Guess what happened today?"
"Hah?" Andrew turned his head from his spot on the couch.
"This cute boy at my job said he would love to take me out to dinner sometime!" You smiled brightly at the sly possibility that your bad streak with love would finally be over.
Every guy that ever walked into your life promptly bolted for the door the moment you opened it.
Andrew always told you that those guys just didn't appreciate you enough and that someone who bolted just like that was a quitter. Ashley?
But even then, you never gave up. Despite the long list of guys who ghosted you randomly.
"Oh...you said no, right? "
"What?" You walked over to Andrew from the door of the apartment. "Why would I say no...?"
Andrew looked at you with a dark shadow over his face, "Y/N, there are millions of creeps and perverts that are going to ask you out. They're only leering at you for your body."
You frowned at this notion,
"When you go to your next shift, tell him you don't want to anymore." Andrew thought for a moment and then shook his head.
"What's wrong?"
Andrew looked at your confused eyes.
"Just realized I have to get up early tomorrow to take out the trash."
When you went back to work the next day, he had quit just as suddenly.
Sad and upset over the millionth guy that ghosted and dumped you, you'd sulk to Andrew. Who would always make you warm cup of tea.
"Dumbass, you just keep picking quitters. It's not because of you."
"But Andy, I haven't had a boyfriend in years! At this point I'll die alone, probably with you right there to bury me with my hundreds of cats."
Andrew laughed at that and reached his arm around your shoulder.
"Just wait a little longer Y/N, I'm sure there's some jackass out there waiting for you."
"Yeah, right." You smiled at Andrew, "You're the only jackass I know, though. "
You leaned your head on Andrew's shoulder and began to fall to sleep rather quickly.
"The only...jackass...in my life... Andy, I'm sleepy."
Andrew took a sip of his tea and placed the cup far away from your drink.
"Rest Y/N. When you wake up, you'll have me right there besides you."
"Andy?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you, you're my best friend."
Andrew patted your hair as you drifted off to a drug-induced slumber.
"Yes, I'm your best friend," Andrew stared off to the distance as he thought about it.
"Soon, your only friend," He nodded at that statement, "Yes, the only friend you'll ever need."
His mask, although long forgotten, had finally cracked open.
You were his. Like a forbidden piece of art, it belonged to him. He was your painter, and as the painter, he declared you to be covered up. Only his retinas were allowed to peer at you.
It's your fault he went through all this effort to keep you safe. He's obligated as the painter to keep his art safe from dirty influences.
He's mildly disappointed in you whenever you speak to another man, but it's okay. It's his job after all to stalk the said man and hack his tongue off for even going to speak to you.
No matter how many guys he has to threaten, no matter how many people he's had to hack at, no matter how many people he's had to kidnap, it wasn't his fault.
It's yours.
All the blame is on his sweet, naive, poor, Y/N.
Still as innocent the day he found you at the playground.
"Still mine..." He mumbled as he stared at your sleeping face.
"Only mine."
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Thanks for the ask!<3
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honeyhenry · 11 months
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Apple Pie and You and I
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A little story of the Seresins aka Hangman being a softie for his girl. Fluff, no warnings, please enjoy!
Jake Seresin, a lone star state boy through and though, always found himself feeling closer to home with a warm apple pie and a country song playing with a gentle thrum on his Pop’s old record player in the room next door.
The only time he felt closer to a sense of home was with you - his lovely lady who had managed to lure and capture the Hangman hook line and sinker by batting her pretty lashes and making him work hard for her attention. It had taken him 3 weeks of smirks that turned to smiles, and insistence that turned into nothing shy of begging, for you to agree to a date. The only holding back he’d done was in omitting to state the thought that had urged him to act in the first place; “Oh, she's gonna be my wife someday.”
The typically cocksure brazen pilot hadn’t the need to utter those words for another 14 months, past the utterly exclusive dating period, nor in between months of loved up sweetness and the pained inevitability of month-long deployments. He’d told you the very moment after his 1 month deployment - which had extended into 7 and a half weeks - of a monogamous routine, where a few pictures and fond memories were just not cutting it any more.
The tarmac had scratched the khaki material of his bags as he'd dropped them with a heavy thud to the ground, only eager to reach your arms sooner. Your little sundress catching in the soft wind, the warmth of the sun heating your cheeks and nose as he engulfs you in his arms, holding tight before he'd pulled his head away to take a proper long look at your pretty face - and then brought your lips to his. He'd kissed you over and over and over, the smile on his face growing every time, your eyes clear and watering, having waited for this moment.
And quietly, once the decision was made to catch your breaths, he'd whispered, lips ghosting over yours, that you were it for him. That he was going to marry you.
According to the Navy, Hangman had no one at home, no next of kin unless you provided the contacts of his parents down in their ranch a few states away should there ever be the need for the passing over of belongings and dog tags to fatefully occur. But Jake Seresin? He had a whole life to get back to; one he needed to kick start with a ring and a question.
The ring itself would be an heirloom, no doubt about it, and had required a trip back to Texas to see his family and share with them his upcoming plans. Having met you a handful of times over Christmas and on big family birthdays, the Seresins were entirely on board. Jake's Momma had given him a close hug with tears in her eyes while his Dad and siblings cheered and grinned the classic Seresin smile. Their family often grew each year, but his Momma and Grammie had worried that their headstrong, flirtatious boy would get too caught up in the ways of the world to settle down. He was a softie at heart, and you had been the best thing to ever happen to him.
They adored you. Enough for Grammie to take her grandson into her study, and open the jewellery box safely nestled inside a locked cupboard door. "This one is a diamond", she'd said as she'd taken out a piece." It's been in the family since before I was born. It's even got the family name engraved inside." Jake had taken it, listening respectfully to his Grammie but still lost in the thought of how the ring would look so beautiful on your finger. Thinking of you being his, forever.
That had been 18 months ago now, and the glinting stone on your ring finger, alongside a shiny golden wedding band, showing that all had gone to plan. Hangman proudly wears his ring too, occasionally looping it around his dog tags if need be. However currently, in the Lone Star state, the dog tags are off and his ring fits snugly on his fourth finger as he holds you close.
It's campfire night at the ranch, and you sit on his lap, curled in and admiring the way his face has caught the sun, inspecting every detail of him in the glow of the fire he had helped to start. He looks between his family; uncles, cousins, grandparents, now and then but his main focus is always you. Your hands clasp his left one as he uses the other to nurse a beer after working up a sweat teaching his youngest nephews to play football earlier that day. It had been so endearing to watch as you'd prepared the barbecue and baked fresh cookies using the special Seresin recipe, with his Momma and sisters.
"I got the recipe from your Mom, for the cookies, so we can have them at home." You'd whispered sweetly as the chatter around the fire continued. "Do you know", Jake murmured, looking deep into your eyes as his green ones pierced into your soul. "Do you know how much I love you?"
Your giggle had been soft and the eye roll that followed made Jake smirk lovingly. Still in awe of how he got the girl that barely spoke to him but was still batting her lashes and playing hard to get. He brings your hand to his lips, kissing the point just above where your rings lay on your finger.
"The kids'll love 'em. You're gonna be a great Mom." He stops smirking and now looks at you, fully focused with a soft, genuine smile. Placing the beer down, he rests his hand on your stomach, underneath the sweatshirt of his you've borrowed that splashes the words University of Texas, Austin on the front. It's old and thinning out but it smells of Jake, so it's something you will happily bask in and nap in and snuggle in until you have to leave his family home once more.
"Shhhh. I already think Grammie knows", you scold him. And she does. Grammie knows and as his Momma watches the two of you interact now, she's certain that she knows too. Call it a Mother's instinct. Jake's little check-ins throughout the day had not gone unnoticed, nor had your daily naps that you blamed on the heat, despite it only being the middle of May.
"But Grammie knows everything, a few more days and I can finally tell 'em all. Been dyin' to sweetheart." His hand rubs your stomach gently, not to raise suspicion but also to comfort you. Sure, as the cookies and apple pie were brought out, he had felt a little nostalgia, but with you in his lap wearing his ring, and his baby in your belly, Jake Seresin had never felt more at home than in that moment.
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maybankswhore · 10 months
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rafe giving you a promise ring:
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the noise of your birthday party could be heard down the stairs of your room where you sat patiently. you were specifically instructed by your boyfriend to be upstairs waiting for him to show you your present , which he pressed you to be alone for.
you didn’t mind though , bouncing excitedly. rafe had always given you the best gifts. one year was a necklace with his name on it , that you had wore everyday since then. the next was a build a bear with his voice inside of it saying: “i love you , baby.”
his gifts were always important to you because you appreciated him taking the time to get gifts that meant something. if it was up to rafe , you wouldn’t even be able to close the door of your room closed because of the stacks and stacks of presents he’d always beg you to leave him shower you with.
you smiled big as he opened the door , immediately going soft at the sight of him. his eyes fell onto you as soon as he did , grinning. “hey , birthday baby.”
“hey rafey.” you responded , opening your arms , wanting to be as close as possible to him already— even though you had been wrapped up in his arms all night , you never had enough.
“how’s the party?” he hummed , kneeling down in front of where you sat on the edge of your bed , boyishly grinning as you cupped his cheek , rubbing the supple skin with the pads of your finger.
you shrugged. “it’s nice seeing everyone. i’ve missed you , though.”
rafe chuckled. “you’ve been with me all night.”
“you know what i mean.” you sent him a mischievous smile , wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.
the sound of rafe’s laughter made your heart swell. “just you wait until tonight , you little minx.” he said before placing a kiss to your knee gently. “well– are you ready for your present.”
teasingly you laid back , looking up at the ceiling and spreading your legs. “ready.”
rafe rolled his eyes amused , tapping your leg. “greedy little girl. that present’s for later.”
you giggled and sat back up , resting your arms on both of his shoulders and kissed him gently. “i’m just playing— i’m ready for my present , baby.”
swallowing , rafe dug around in his pocket. “i hate just about everyone except for you. i hate everything that isn’t you. my life has been. . . meaningful with you. you’ve given me all that i wanted in every way possible and i don’t think i’d ever be able to say how much i appreciate and love you.” rafe breathed , grabbing your hand as his throat choked up.
your own eyes swelling at his sweet sentiment , wanting nothing more than to tackle him to the ground and cover him with kisses top to bottom.
“there will never be a day where i don’t love you , i’m sure of it.” rafe nodded , picturing the future of his life , your face burning into the memories. “and i promise you , i’m gonna fuckin’ marry you one day.”
he reached out of his pocket and opened a small square box , a dainty gold ring with a small heart diamond in the middle– the band just big enough to be engraved with his and yours initial. “i promise to love you every day for the rest of my life. and i swear to everything good in this world that you’ll always be my girl. always.”
tears shamelessly ran down your face as he took the ring out and slid it on your finger , kissing the tip of it softly. “i love you , baby. happy birthday.”
you stared at it for a moment and soaked in rafe’s sweet words , before tackling him to the ground just like you had imagined doing earlier , grabbing his face with both hands and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. his laugh was contagious , catching you with open arms and holding your waist firmly– a warning to behave whilst being on top of him.
“i love you rafe , with all of my soul.”
“i’d say i love you with all of mine–” he paused and took a moment to look at you , his eyes sparkling.
“but you’ve stolen it the moment i’ve met you.”
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evera-era · 5 months
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Hey love, hope you’re doing wonderful 💞
Can I request Ellie proposing to reader, thx.
hi! thanks sweetie, hope you are too!! ofc u can :)
warnings: fluff, nervous ellie !!
Ellie was fiddling with the small, velvet box when she hears the front door squeal. A few seconds pass before it shuts, then locks.
“Baby?” Your voice chimes out. “I’m home.”
The brunette quickly tucks the box away in the drawer. Her eyes dart around the room as she contemplates what to do next. She exhales swiftly before exiting the bedroom you shared.
“Hey babe,” She says. She turns the corner to see you with your hands full. You’re struggling to put the groceries on the counter.
“They didn’t have the ice cream you wanted, so I got rocky road. I hope that’s okay,” You comment as she quickly comes to your aid. She places the jug of milk near the fridge.
When she doesn’t reply, you look up at her. She’s nearly biting all of the skin off of her lip.
“Ellie?”
“Y-Yeah, rocky road is fine.”
You furrow your brows, setting the rest of the bags down. Once your hands are free, you reach for her face.
“Hey, everything alright?”
“Yeah,” She forces a relaxed smile, leaning against your touch. “Yeah, baby. Just wanna talk to you about something… okay?”
Your eyes widen. She notices, then reassures you.
“N-Nothing bad, just kind of important. I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick.”
“Oh... okay.” You murmur. You watch as Ellie crosses the living room before retreating down the hallway.
A few minutes pass as you organize the kitchen. When you turn around after putting everything away, you find her standing in front of you, looking down at her feet.
Her head is filled with worrisome thoughts. What if she scares you off? What if you say yes, then later on change your mind? How would she even begin to cope with something like that?
“Babe?” You ask. Ellie blinks a few times.
“So, um…” She starts. “I’ve been thinking about it, and… I’m really, really happy with you. Being with you, y’know? I feel like I’m at home with you. Like, I don’t have to be someone I’m not. And I—“
She reaches into her pocket. Her heart skips a beat as her fingers brush against the box.
“F-Fuck. I’m just gonna say it, okay? I want you to be mine. Not just mine for now. Mine… always. Assuming, y’know, you feel this way too. And— And we can finally get a house together, a real fuckin’ house, and—“
She pauses for a second to get down on her knees. You gasp.
“Oh my god—“
She smiles softly, revealing the quaint little box.
“Ellie—“ You absentmindedly step back in an effort to steady yourself.
“Are— are you— Is this… real?”
“Yeah,” She whispers softly. “I wanna marry you, Y/N. I wanna wake up to you, every fucking day for the rest of my life. I— I never wanna be without you. I wanna navigate the whole damned world with you right by my side.”
You didn’t realize it, but a tear fell down your cheek. Your face feels like it could go numb from how hard you were blushing. Ellie looks down.
“Will you make me the happiest girl in the world, and—“
“Yes, Ellie,” You cry out. “Oh my god, a million times yes—“
You throw your arms around her, a surge of emotion rushing through your veins. She exhales into your hair, telling herself that she did it, that she didn’t die, and that you — the only thing that matters most — said yes.
She looks at the ceiling, trying to blink away the tears prickling at her eyes. She sniffles, then pulls away momentarily, fiddling with the ring.
“C’mere,” She laughs breathlessly. “So I can put this on you.”
You giggle, wiping your eyes before helping her stand up. You put out your trembling hand.
She slides the diamond ring on your finger before bringing your hand up to her lips and kissing it. Your eyes glisten as you get a better look at the jewelry.
“Oh, baby,” You murmur. “It’s beautiful.”
Ellie watches you, a grin spreading on her face as well. You kiss her passionately, caressing her cheeks so you can keep her close.
She presses her forehead against yours after you pull away. Her eyelashes flutter shut.
“I… I was scared. So fucking scared, baby.” She admits. “That… that you wouldn’t—“
“Oh, no, Ellie. Never.” You breathe out. “You had nothing to be afraid of. I love you so much.”
The two of you remain in the embrace as you catch your breath. You take a deep sigh, then smile up at Ellie.
“Was dreaming of this day, y’know.”
She chuckles. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” You murmur. “Just didn’t know when. Definitely didn’t think it’d be today — I would’ve made sure to look the part.”
Ellie smiles at your words. Between the two of you, you were always more conscious of your appearance than her.
“I know.” She whispers. “Was gonna wait ‘til our next date night, but I… I couldn’t keep hiding it.”
You smile, nuzzling your nose on hers. “Well, it’s okay. ‘Cause now I have a reason to look real good… show off the ring, and all.”
“You always look real good,” Ellie says gently. You laugh a bit.
“Shh. You know what I meant.”
She nods, wrapping her hands around your waist before giving you another kiss. When she pulls away, she looks deep into your eyes.
“I love you so much, baby.” She murmurs. You look back at her, smiling from ear to ear.
“I love you too, Ellie. Always.”
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ang3lofdivinity · 4 months
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❝𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐧❞
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Relationship(s): Yan!Andy (Andrew) Graves x Fem!reader
Format: Headcanons + stories
Genre: Smut + fluff + some angst
Warnings: Dub-con, intimidation, SA from one of the wardens to the reader, a slight bit of voyeurism (with Andy), Non-con kissing, masturbation, Leyley isn't super overprotective, Reader is very naïve and too kind (they consider all friends), kidnapping, stalking, Andy is kinda turned on by the readers constant praise and nicknames for him, smoking, swearing
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Andy is a very reserved person.
He's an introvert as per what his sister calls him
And she's right
He doesn't like being around others, he's pretty logical, he's also very calm
But, what he doesn't know is how charming he is to others
Hell, bunches of girls try and get with him, while Leyley obnoxiously tries to get rid of them all
So, he's never really had a long long term relationship with anyone aside his sister
And over the years, he's managed to craft, a meticulously created one, a façade
A mask he's worked on for years
One that he knows will never crack
But perhaps he got too confident.
Because when you came along, he was restraining himself practically from getting excited after the first time he saw you
He saw you, being the new kid in class back when he was still in school at a young age before being trapped in that hellscape he called his home
You were an extrovert it seemed, turning out to be the opposite. You cared a lot about everything and everyone, you introduced yourself sweetly with something along the lines of..
"Good morning, I'm (____) (_____). If you need anything, I'll always be right here."
You were so calm, so pretty.. how could someone be so pretty?
You joined a bunch of after school activities, student council and such
Although, you seemed a bit worried over something always every time he saw you
He felt something within his stomach churn whenever he saw you though, not managing to gather enough courage to talk to you
So, you had to initiate the contact
You saw him, being all lonely..
That made you feel incredibly horrible, you were in that position yourself once too
So, you approached him.
And his heart fluttered
"Good evening.. you're Andrew Graves, right?" You inquired as you sat beside him at his lunch table as your friends immediately started whispering to each other
"Oh- I- I'm Andrew Graves, yes.." he cringed at his own stuttering, but you didn't seem to mind
"Why don't you come and sit at my table with my friends?" You invited him with a warm smile
He felt butterflies in his stomach, a feeling he never had in a while..
"Are- you sure? They won't make fun of me?.." he asked, obviously worried
"Of course not! If they do, we can have lunch together alone if you want!"
"..alright."
That was the day he became so clingy to you
Usually, he's very cynical. But, for some reason with you.. he could feel that your actions were very genuine
And that's what got him attached
Along with your humor
"I swear to fucking goddess if Miss Alta keeps telling me to not draw, I will—"
"Good morning, Miss Alta!" You exclaimed happily the moment your communications teacher stepped foot into the room
He almost wheezed, letting out a giggle at his failed attempt to restrain himself. His expression turned into one filled with guilt and embarrassment, but before Miss Alta or any of the students spoke, you blurted out
"Ah, Miss Alta, there's something wrong with the air conditioning. It keeps moving a bit and making that scraping noise." You semi-lied as you turned to Andrew and gave a more sincere smile before paying attention once more
..you would just, lie for him like that..
Your smile could make him go crazy, it couldn't be compared to anything!! The way you cried, your tears streaming down your cheeks as you ran to him when you got hurt on the playground earlier- blue diamonds couldn't even compare to the richness of them, and the way you were very touchy..
You always held onto his hand, holding onto his shirt as you walked behind him anxiously, anytime when you got older and watched any horror movie and clang onto him
That's when it all went to shit
You had to leave the state.
THE STATE.
After you had just got settled after the last time where you moved here as a child!
He almost broke down, wanting to pour out all of his feelings as if it would change anything
But it was official, and Leyley had him all to herself. It was like that for years
He was all alone
He felt empty
He felt empty without you
Like a part of his soul was torn from him
And that stuck with him forever
Some sort of dark, black tar over his heart made it feel disgusting and filthy
But for the lonely part..
It wasn't like that for long
When they grew older, he started dating someone after so long
His (ex) girlfriend, Julia.
But eventually, that all ended when he got put into that quarantined building with Leyley.
She broke it off with him on one of those nights
He sobbed about it, and Leyley didn't help.
But, that's when he got a strange phone call when Leyley was asleep and he was still up
He was hesitant, but his gut told him to pick it up
And that he did
And that was one of the best decisions of his life
"..Hello?" He spoke, his voice raspy. He was unsure of what telemarketer would be calling at this hour, and it couldn't possibly be someone he knew.
"Andrew?.. is this really you?!.."
That voice.. that voice instead changed his mind.. why? Because it was you!! After so many years, you had called him!
"..(____)?!" He yelped out, almost loud enough to wake leyley
"Oh dear— I'm so glad I can hear your sweet voice again!!" You exclaimed, sounding like you were on the brink of tears.
All of those previous feelings he had for you back when you were still around, they all came back in a flurry, overwhelming him
"(____), I'm.. how did you get this number?.." he wanted to ask you so much more, but that's all that came out at the moment
"I heard about the quarantine you got into with your sister.. I'm so sorry. One of the wardens was kind enough to give me your number! I didn't have much time previously due to my work.. but, now I have and I'm so thankful!"
"..Good god it's so nice hearing your voice again, (____)" he mumbled, smiling as tears prickled at his eyes. There were so many words that wanted to spill out of his mouth, but nothing came out due to his own self restraint
"I'm going to get you out of there! I promise! You and your sister!" You yelped out, happiness laced into your voice. You were zeal about this, you were going to get him and his sister out of here. Or at least try
"Wait- aren't you worried about the wardens??? They've been keeping us here!" He responded back, biting on his thumb.
"Eh?? Nah! I'm sure! The warden seemed to like me, I'm sure I can persuade him somehow." For some reason, this didn't sit right with him..
"..." He went radio silent, this feeling akin to foreboding surging through him with the sense of anger as well. But, he swallowed down his frustration and took some deep breaths
"Andy- Andrew?.. you there?" You tried to fix your mistake. You heard his sister call him by that nickname once- so you know it's at least somewhat gotta be sentimental for him
"..you can call me Andy" he slowly spoke up
"Are you sure?.."
"I'm.. sure. Call me Andy." It almost sounded like a demand..
"..Alright, Andy."
He doesn't even let his own sister call him that anymore, but he lets you do it with free reign.. strange
"Now, would you like to talk for a bit?.. or should I get straight to work with the pla-"
"Talk!.. please. I just.. I missed you. I missed listening to your voice, I missed just being with you.." he blurted out, cutting you off. He put a hand over his mouth in response, his eyes wide and filled with shame
"..."
"..."
"...."
"I'm sorry- that probably sounded weird.." he spoke up after a long moment of silence
"Nono! Don't apologize, I missed hearing your voice too, hun." You spoke sweetly to him, a smile he couldn't see plastered on your face
"..Hun?" Saying the word made him feel this warm, bubbling sensation within his chest. It made him want to indulge in it more..
"I'm not gonna use Andy all the time, darling!" You giggled happily, and that just made something within his stomach churn and twist.. something that has been dormant for years finally stir.
It made his knees go weak, his mouth go slightly agape as he failed to make any words come out of his mouth for a while until you spoke
"..Andy? Honey?"
"Oh- sorry just.. deep in thought"
"Ah, I get that.. well anyways, what would you like to talk about?"
You two talked until the sun finally rose and you got sleepy
"night Andy, Hun!" He could hear you yawn
"Night, (____).."
He then placed the phone back down, hanging up shortly after you did as he found himself already yearning and missing your voice.
But, he knows.. better.
He just can’t help it though
..No matter, he’ll hopefully be able to see you soon as you said
That would be wrong though
Because guess what? That warden that was so kind to you was only there for your looks. He wanted you to have some.. “personal time” with you if you get my jist
“No fucking way you creep!!” You yelped out, this man was about twice your age and asking you to have some personal time with you
“C’mon, sweetheart!.. I promise I’ll make it worth your while” The warden spoke, a sickening smile on his face
“No means no, pervert!! Now, let me see my friends, let me get them out of here!” The warden groaned at your response
“Alright, look here sweet-cheeks. You aren’t gonna be able to save your friends and I shouldn’t even be helping you. So, you either let me have you and you can take your friends, or I kill you right here and now” the man gave you an ultimatum, causing your eyes to widen
“I..” You almost bursted out into tears when the man moved his hands to your shoulders, lowering your shirt
“Lemme take care of ya” he hummed, pushing you against the table within the break room, tears pooling down your cheeks
You then tried focusing on something else, noticing the fact he had a ring of keys on his belt..
The warden had a hand glide up your thigh, massaging the bundle of nerves there. You tensed, straining back any noises that would come out of your mouth
“No need to hold back, sweetheart..” he pressed himself closer to you, this was your time to strike!
You punched the man in the face, causing him to stumble back. You fixed your clothes before continuously punching the man, letting out every last string of anger that you felt. And, when you were done, he was no longer moving. You grabbed the keys before you marched off, now off to find Andy and his sister, Ashley!
It took you a bit, but after knocking on a few doors, you heard nothing but some shuffling
“Andy!! Its me! (____)!!” You yelped out, taking out the ring of keys as you fumbled with them in your hands.
“..(____)!? You actually came!?!” He spoke up after hearing your voice, immediately rushed over to the door as he heard you unlock it, opening it for you, taking you by surprise
“Of course, hun! I never break a promise.” You spoke more dulcetly, a smile upon you face as you looked up at him.
He’s.. grown taller than you
He spent no time dawdling as he hugged you, pressing you close to him as he twirled you around
“I’m proud of you for waiting this long. So proud.” You praised, causing Andrew to become flustered as he desperately tried hiding it
You paused for a moment before you started giggling a bit
“What.. whats so funny??” He asked
“Nothing. Just reminiscing of the old times”
“..you’re talking like a grandma”
You bursted out laughing, patting his back
“Oh— just be a good boy and be quiet!” You were giggling, but he wasn’t taking this as a joke. The way you called him a good boy..
It.. turned something on for him, craving for more practically
“Okay I think thats enough mushy reunion stuff, mm?” You smiled sweetly at the boy as he pulled away from the hug, his face still slightly flushed
“Yeah..” he internally cursed himself for almost stuttering
“Where’s Ashley?..” you quietly asked
And then, from there, everything happened. The thing with the demon and Ashley… killing the second warden, all of that fancy stuff (being horribly mortified in the end)
You had the both of them stay in the motel for a while until you could bring them into your home as you got them necessities; paying for them to continue staying, getting them new clothes, food, entertainment and others (not even knowing about their little hobby together)
You’d visit once a week, much to Andrews begging for you to come more often, constant thanks as well from him
“..I don’t think we can repay you ever for this”
You always said it was fine, and his sister did too. She seemed more laid backed about the entire situation
And, when you rushed in the middle of the night to their motel in your car to tell them the news that you finished up your work for their rooms and such, only throwing on a long overcoat, keeping on your nightclothes and throwing one some slippers
..but they weren’t in there
“PSSSTTT” the sound almost made you scream, but you turned to the cause of the noise
“Ashley!” You smiled, not speaking above a whisper
“Get over here!!!” You immediately rushed over to her without another question, taking her into an embrace.
“Woah- calm down, goody-two-shoes!” She grumbled, trying to get you to let go or at least loosen your arms that were tightly wrapped around her
“You and Andrew can finally come over!!” You practically cried out, a bright smile on your face
“..Where is Andrew..?” You questioned after surveying around, letting go of the embrace you tightly held Ashley in
“Went to go and check on something.. don’t worry about it.”
“..Alright. I’ll wait here if you don’t mind.” You quietly spoke, standing beside Ashley as your hand subconsciously grabbed hers, intertwining them
And Ashley didn’t say anything about it. Just to see how her brother would react, of course
That didn’t go well, let me tell you
He came back, noticing you, he was so excited like a puppy seeing their owner once more, but noticing that you were holding Ashleys hand..
..For some reason it made him pissed off
“..(____), why don’t you hold my hand instead?”
You were already starting in his direction to tackle him into a hug, but Ashley pulled you back
“Nah.. I think she’ll stay right here, holding my hand”
“Ashley.”
“Yes, dear Andyyyy?”
“Let her go. Right now”
“Mm, nah.” She chuckled seeing him get so riled up
He flat up walked on over to you two, grabbed you by the waist, swiftly pulling you away from Ashley
“Oh you jackass!!!”
But he didn’t care
And then, you all heard another car..
Thats when everything else unfolded
They killed that man..
And you witnessed it.
Then again though, he was a murderer as well..
..but why??
You were shaking like a leaf, catching Andy’s attention
“Shh shh.. its okay. Theres no need to cry or worry, alright? It was in self-defense. I promise this won’t happen again.” He consoled you, hugging you closely as you nodded
Ashley looked baffled though, one of her eyes slightly twitching
..guess they’ll just have to not kill in front of you from now on
Well, moving on from this..
You had made some fake ID’s for them (made by another friend of yours, of course) along with some birth certificates, you just wanted to help them get on their feet again
That would.. slightly backfire
No matter what, he became so obsessed with you, he started stalking you, watching you do anything around the house. When you’d turn to see if anyone was watching, no-one was there..
You brushed it off multiple times, but even when you were in the shower, or changing, you felt the same feeling. It was all.. unnerving. You hated it. You wanted it to stop
But, it continued and continued, and it got to the point where you started asking Andrew if you could sleep with him for the night, to which he immediately accepted; surprising you.
You got into his bed, him pulling the covers over you despite the fact you already had a blanket with you.. but that was fine. You rested your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around your lower back, pressing you closer to him
And strangely, it seemed like all of the eyes that were previously watching you were gone. You could finally drift off to sleep, where Ashley would make fun of you both each time, but stopped suddenly after a bit..
But you shrugged it off as she was just bored of the joke now that you have cuddled with Andrew so many times now just for you to feel safer within your own home!
Little did you know that the person you were cuddling with was the one watching you all along..
His fingers threaded through your hair, humming ever so softly. He kissed the crown of your head, your forehead, your cheeks, and then eventually, your lips. You tasted sweet to him, sweet like nothing he’d ever tasted before in contrast to his usual smell of mint and cigarettes.
He wanted more of it..
Him slightly jerking off whenever he could, seeing you undress.. you were so beautiful. He couldn’t help it. Why did god have to make a monster more powerful then a man
He then continued kissing your lips, now making out with your unconscious body, taking breaks in between to undress you from your nightclothes, underwear, and so forth
In your sleep, you felt something.. swishing within your mouth. It was warm, tasting everything within your mouth almost, like it was trying to claim it!
You slowly awoke very sadly since you couldn’t get your beauty rest, trying to find the cause, just to see it was Andy. The person you were so close with. You instinctively pushed him away, or tried.
He took notice of that, opening his eyes instantaneously as he felt your touch. He pulled away for a moment, examining your expression
The room was silent, the atmosphere was palpable as he turned to an emotionless face. He moved you closer to him
“Andy?… what.. what are you doing!?” You yelped out as your body became tense.
He didn’t respond, only forcing himself back onto you as he kissed you— slipping his tongue into your mouth as your tongue forcibly matched the pace much to your displeasure
You squirmed, trying to get him to let go of you. But he didn’t, holding you tighter to the point it felt your spine might break
You winced and whined, tears trickling down your cheeks. God, it was.. he loved it to say the least.
He grinded a bit against your thigh as he pulled back, a long string of saliva connecting your mouths
“Please.. let me show you my appreciation.. let me show you my love for you”
Your facial expression became confused, but he took no time fondling with your chest, causing you to cry out in pain a bit
“Nonono-“ you pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears as he continued, his grinding becoming more closer to your clit
You clung to him in desperation, trying to keep him still as if that’d help.
His hand left your chest as he cupped your cheek with it
“Don’t be difficult.. alright? I’ll make sure this’ll feel good for you.”
You already predicted the outcome, regardless of your response. He hugged you close as he had you sit up against your pillows, letting one of his hands play with your hair as you tried so hard to not cry
You let out a quiet whine as a thumb rubbed at your clit before it slid into you. You squirmed and involuntarily clenched around just his thumb
He continued with another finger into you, now sucking on your nipple while you writhed and squeaked from the stimulation.
“Andy!!..” He groaned in response, adding a third finger. You had squeezed your eyes shut and whimpered, focusing far too much at the squelching sound
“Look how much you're squeezing.” He had taken his mouth off of your nipple to speak. You were stuck in his grasp, there’s no escaping this..
“Please—“ Your hips rolled and bucked into his hand
“I'm gonna..!” Andy smirked at your moans, he was surprised with how fast you could be driven over the edge..
“Beg then.”
 “…Wha?…” you almost stammered over your own words before you let out a gasp, tearing up when he rubbed harder than before.
“Andrew!-” 
“I don’t hear you begging.” Andrew murmured, sucking on your neck
A weak cry left you as he pushed in a fourth finger, making you pant and finally start bawling your eyes out
“T-too much! Too much!” You yelped out as you tried to push his hand away along with him, only for him to overpower you and bite your shoulder. His fingers curled as you let out a moaning cry, tears streaming down your cheeks
“I-it hurts! Stop, stop!!”
“You can handle it. You’re capable, I know it” He assured you, now kissing and sucking where he had bit you as his other hand traced circles on your back soothingly.
Sniffling a bit as more whimpers came out of your mouth, trying to move Andrew’s arm away with your knee. A warning click of his tongue was enough to stop you though
“Don’t get on my nerves.. be good for me”
“Please!! It hurts— I can’t do this!” You hiccuped, squirming more against him.
“It feels like I’m going to bleed!!”
 “Fine…” Andy said, disappointment and a bit of anger within his tone as it doused his words in the same way it did his tone so you could tell it was genuine, withdrawing his fingers from you drenched cunt.
“If you don't want my hand so badly, I’ll do this for you”
You let out a confused noise as you tried moving away from the man, managing to shuffle off to the side near the edge of the bed before Andrew grabbed you by the hips and harshly pulled you into his lap so you were facing him
“Wait a minute— what are you doing!?” You stammered out, panicking as you weakly tried pulling his hands away
“Let go!!!” 
The familiar feeling of his erect sex was right there for you, taunting you
“You can take it. Stop whining…” Andrew groaned, pushing your legs apart. One thrust in and you tensed around him, a pained cry leaving your lips as you tried to get away. It was far too easy for Andrew to pin you down though
“You’ve had your time to be alone and be all coy, but now? You're not leaving me now. Not ever.” You clung to him regretfully, one of your hands tugging at his hair and the other pulling at his shirt
You felt him just move more roughly, causing you to dig your nails into his shirt that almost reached to the skin of his back. His mouth opened once more before his jaw locked down on your neck. Little sobs left your mouth as you finally just succumbed to him
“You're mine. I’m sorry you had to learn out this way though..” he whispered, kissing the bite apologetically.
“I need you by my side, I love you more than I love myself..” Your whimpers didn't stop though you succumbed to his antics, even as he pulled out. You started blindly pulling at Andrew’s hair due to the fact you had squeezed your eyes shut, not harshly pulling though of course.
“Andrew— please.. stop being so rough..” you cried out despite knowing he was beyond reasoning
“You’re competent enough, I know you are” He rolled his hips, now lifting up one of your legs to your chest and pining it down there
“I don't want it to hurt.. please. That’s all I want…”
“Relax… then it won't hurt.” He cooed, kissing your shoulders after every-time he bit you
Your body untensed, now allowing him to bite and leave marks everywhere he could reach. You calmed down despite the fact you were in a horrible predicament, starting to become more full of pleasure in contrast to what you were feeling earlier
“Andy…” you moaned out his name, rolling your eyes back whenever he hit a particularly good spot.
“Good… feels so full… So deep…”
“Full… yes…” you spoke in a daze, locking your legs around his hips.
“Good girl, such a good girl. My little dummy is such a good girl..” He groaned, snapping both of your hips together once last time before he suddenly stopped..
“Stay still for a moment..” You whimpered in response, trying to rock back up into him only to be pushed back into the mattress.
“Please… I’m close…” you implored, arching your back a bit. He appreciated your eagerness as he chuckled a bit under his breath before he went straight back to action, thrusting into you one final time before you finally reached your climax
“Good. You did so well. So good.” Andrew gently kissed you, wiping the sweat from your brow before kissing you once again. He pulled away much to your dismay and cleaned you with ease, making sure everything would be comfortable for you once more.
You couldn’t fall asleep after everything that happened, so he ran a bath for you and him, washing you both
After that though, he dressed you in some more comfortable clothes for the afternoon it seemed despite being early morning now
He had you sit in his lap, smoking (trying to get you to smoke as well), tending to your wounds
And that’s when Ashley came to you both later within the morning, groaning
“Why was there so much noise in the night?.. could barely sleep..”
Safe to say, you gave a.. believable excuse
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violetsandfluff · 1 year
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Broken Ring
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“They won’t have to cut it off, right?” you whimpered, feeling your lower lip tremble as you gazed forlornly at the glistening gem on your ring finger. Your doctor assured you that swelling in hands and feet was common during pregnancy, but it still shocked you when you couldn’t wiggle your ring past your knuckle.
You called Harry in a panic, explaining tearfully that the ring was stuck on your finger.
“I’ll be home in thirty,” he consoled you. “Put some ice on it ‘til I get back, okay? Don’t worry about it, lovie. It will all work out.”
You followed his instructions, icing your inflamed finger diligently until he got home. Paying such close attention to your ring brought you back to the day Harry had proposed to you.
The sunlight streaming through the trees overhead and the sound of the water lapping at the shore was permanently etched in your mind. Harry had been so young, only twenty years old at the time of his proposal. Now he was almost thirty, and proud to be expecting his first child.
“I didn’t expect you to be home so soon,” you sniffled as he walked into the kitchen, scooping you out of your chair and into his lap.
“Neither did the cops,” he joked. “Let’s see your little finger. Did the ice help?”
You removed the wad of ice and soaked washcloths from your hand only to find your finger more swollen and purple than you had left it.
“Ouch,” Harry said softly, tracing his finger over the bruised skin. “It’s hot to the touch, dove. Is it painful to touch?”
You shook your head slowly, a wave of tears threatening to spill out of your eyes and onto your cheeks.
“Try to twist it off,” he suggested. “Slowly, gently, like a Chinese finger trap.”
You tried to twist the ring off fruitlessly, every ounce of hope in your body dwindling. Harry’s face twisted in dismay as it became obvious that the ring wasn’t budging.
He tried oiling the skin, icing it more, and even wrapping it with dental floss, but nothing could help the ring over your swollen knuckle.
You had never dreamed that the ring you grew to love and treasure so much would meet its end at the mercy of a jewelry saw at urgent care. It was of utmost importance to you because of all of the memories it held. Now it was just a severed stone and band in the bottom of a clear Ziplock bag that you gripped as if your life depended on it.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Harry murmured into your hair as you clutched the accessory to your chest and leaned into him for solace. “I’ll buy you another ring, whichever one you want.”
“But…” you stuttered, “it’s not the same.”
“You can keep this forever,” Harry said. “We can get the diamond changed into a necklace or even put on a different band.”
“It feels like a broken promise,” you argued. “I’m never without my wedding ring.”
“All you need is right here,” Harry finalized, tapping your chest ever so slightly. “You’ve got every part of me right there, forever and always.”
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chrollohearttags · 6 months
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This is for when you come back. I believe you've shared this guy before, but to me this is this is so musician!Eren x influence!YN. They would do a whole Scream homage to start off one of Eren's new music videos; it would be so hot that they make their own "scary movie" with one of the handheld cameras once the crew starts packing up 🫠
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR7ForeG/
omg babes I definitely saw this and was saving the best for last (just in time to start off spooky szn too!) thank you for this!! 🥹🫶🏾 (side note: I’m so sick of Jordan’s ass! He gets finer and finer every time I see him LMAO 😭)
content warnings: voyeurism, knife play, blood mentions, rough sex, breath play, mask kink go brr 🫠🫠, choking, roleplay, recording, squirting, slapping
we gon call this our lil bonus upload for day one! 🤞🏾or rather the appetizer for day one.
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“Hnghh!—oh my God..”
muffled whimpers seeped from between your lips as a hand lie dormant across it, attempting to cover up your cries. Faint tears streamed down your face as the bright illumination of a camera lens beamed down at your face. It was such a beautiful sight, one too sexy not to capture. Eyes narrowed in a fucked out haze, plump breasts jiggling about from the confines of the latex bustier that had now been torn from your skin and your entire body being jolted around and impaled on that thick cock, thrashing around inside of you..makeup and hair all disheveled. The cause?
“C’mon..smile for the camera, princess. Show me how much you love getting fucked like a little slut.”
the deep voice hissed at you through gritted teeth, in a hushed tone and behind the concealment of a mask. And not just any kind..the infamous Ghostface one worn in the hit movie franchise, Scream. Behind it however, was a very familiar face. One smiling from ear to ear as he bared his weight down and pinned you to the mattress left on set of the music video that had just wrapped up filming. A chiseled six pack, diamond crucifix and perfect physique hovering over you..such a befitting and rather fun end to a day of hard work. It wasn’t often that you got to join your rapper husband when he comes to record music videos but he personally asked that you not only come along but be his co star. Starring as the damsel getting caught by the so called reaper who should by all accounts, be frightened but instead…winds up getting intimate with the masked assailant! Covered in blood and tousling around. When you saw your man in that get up, chest and abs all out with his tattoos slicked in oil and black jeans on, you lost all composure and sense of professionalism. So just as the camera crew was gathering their equipment, he snatched you up, took you back to the bedroom used to shoot the infamous scene, closed the door and continued his work.
“Gotta keep quiet, baby..they might hear us. You’d probably like that, huh? Let everybody watch you get this pussy pounded..right here..is that what you want?”
the words sounding off in your ear, but your mind became so blank, you could barely even concentrate. So for good measure, he’d pat your cheek twice and resume clutching your throat. Whilst letting his thumb rest between your lips for comfort. He’d carefully hold that camera in place, being sure to capture every moment. Honestly, he was committing to the bit quite well. Taunting you, teasing at your clothes with the kitchen knife he was brandishing and eventually popping the strings of your thong and cutting off that corset..even laughing at you as he forced you into another orgasm. Slapping you around a little and all. Especially when he held his hand over your mouth, causing you to grasp at his arm for breath… “yeah, she likes that, huh? You’re squirting, baby..” “..yes! It feels so fucking good.” it was so insanely hot yet so scary! It was that rush, combined with the very likely possibility of someone hearing or catching you guys in the act that had you so fucking turned on! Jolting around whilst getting drilled into the mattress, (y/n) pawed at those abs but it was of no use. So you settled on folding those legs back and occasionally wrapping those arms around his back, digging your nails into it. “I’m bout to come, daddy! Fuck..” “..I know, I know…I can feel how tight that shit is. Get your nut, baby. It’s alright.” Peering down at you with that camera, ready to capture that pretty little O face. Heaving and crying, you’d release a loud shriek as his thumb circulated your clit. You didn’t last another five seconds after that and before he could even pull out, you were drenching him in another puddle of fluids. A mix of your whimpers and his chuckles filled the room as you convulsed.
“Too much, huh?”
teasing whilst tapping that cock against your folds, as a means to drum out more..without so much as a word uttered, you’d push him back and try to feign off the sensation. Needless to say, it was a dangerous game coming to work with your boo! Running a thumb underneath the cloth, he’d finally hoist that mask and underneath was that strikingly handsome face. Tugging him down with your palms pressed to his cheeks, you’d feed him the sweetest kisses you could muster. Because regardless, he always knew how to keep the thrill and excitement alive.
“What do you say we get a couple more angles, baby? I think we need to redo that last shot.” “I think we need to get out of these people’s studio before we get hit with an indecent exposure charge.”
causing an eruption of laughter between the two of you..that was until knocking and faint footsteps could be heard out of the door, prompting you both to turn your heads with the quickness. You’d agree and hop up, scrambling to gather your clothes.
“But that bring that mask with you. I think we need to get more footage.”
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shanniethewr · 7 months
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"so love me. show me that you mean it."
"pardon?" lyney said, wide eyes speaking volumes of his bewilderment. you stood in front of him, remaining unfazed as the two of you spoke in the empty backstage of the opera epiclese, where no one would disturb the conversation you two held.
"you said you love me, didn't you?" purple clashes with yours, "yet you kept so many things from me... to think you'd be part of the fatui out of every organization...!" your voice trembled, so did your hands as your nails dug against your palms. lyney wanted to speak, his lips moved yet no voice could be heard.
"you promised to fix things between us... you promised to heal me, to gain back my trust! but after the events lately, i don't think it's possible to trust you again so easily." lyney's voice came, "i- i know... and i know that an apology wouldn't fix things so easily..."
tears adorned your eyes, threatening to fall yet you don't let yourself shed a tear. "so show me that you mean it. no more lies, no more deception... i don't want the lyney who had kept so much from me. i don't want the lyney who wasn't the actual lyney i knew to the point i questioned every aspect of our relationship if it was genuine or not."
"and i don't want us back if you don't trust me enough to tell me everything about you like i trusted you wholeheartedly with my life on the line..."
lyney stood frozen in front of you, a myriad of emotions ran wild to the point he wasn't able to identify the suffocating feeling he was experiencing. you were his rose, his beloved rose. but all roses have thorns, and your thorns have crushed his heart in your hold.
but you were right, to an extent that all lyney wished was to go back and make everything right, to show that he actually loves you. but time was irreversible, and he shouldn't be wishing to fix the broken past, as fixing the shattered pieces of diamond was nearly impossible.
he should be fixing the present, his and your relationship.
lyney remembered it like yesterday, the order he received from his "father" to watch you, observe you, and to deceive you.
he remembered nothing but the mission in mind, to him, you were nothing but a task, a job lyney had to finish.
the interactions, conversations, and moments you two shared slowly increased to something becoming more frequent. yet to lyney, all he had in mind was his "father's" mission.
and like the quick flow of time, like clockwork, your relationship became more than just prey and predator. to lyney, you began to be more than just a task, a mission.
a friend, a loved one.
and suddenly, like the quick turn of pages in a book, you two became so much more than a close friend. lips on lips, skin on skin. loving affirmations were exchanged and the cob had found its pen, two lovers resembling those of swans, genuine and beautiful.
but everything went too quick, the prophecy, the primordial sea, the serial disappearances of young women, and the trial. and lyney faces the broken string of his and your relationship, the very thing he feared and wished for it to become nothing but a fleeting thought, a fleeting nightmare.
"i promise i will, no matter what. to me, you are my rose, my beloved. i didn't want things to end up like this but as they say, the harsh truth will all come to light. i'm... i'm so sorry and i know i deserve this but i will do everything to fix us... i cannot bear the thought of us no longer being together but i promise... i promise that i will do it, to fix this mess. so, please... trust me like you've always had and i'll tell you everything, trust me and i'll show that i truly, truly love you."
lyney didn't even noticed the tears that cascaded down his cheeks, smudging the tear drop on his cheek as his shoulders trembled. archons, he just wished everything was normal, all lyney wished was to have everything back to how it was before. he would do anything, anything to have you back in his arms.
moments felt like hours, years even. but lyney gasped upon feeling your arms wrap around him, feeling your tears on his chest as you too, weep.
with hesitance, lyney pulled you into a tight embrace, having no intention of letting go soon as you two quietly cried in each other's arms.
tonight, after a stunning magic show was spent in the empty backstage where the dam had broken along with two lotuses emerging after, a symbol of two lovers getting back up, far stronger and beautiful than ever.
you can't separate two swans who had become each other's mates after all.
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— © wr.shannie created on 9.03.23 finished on 9.03.23
( lowercase intended + not proofread )
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hwashotcheeto · 19 days
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Here's the Prince!Seonghwa drabble I thought about. @malldreamprincess princess made this moodboard for me without asking, so she's amazing, everyone say thank you to her. 💜
Prince!Seonghwa x gn!reader
WC: 922
All fluff, very fluffy, rot your teeth like cotton candy fluffy.
Tag List: @cherrycel @mxnsxngie @malldreamprincess @asjkdk
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You were sitting in the rose gardens, admiring the many different manicured bushes, counting the blooms on each one. Before you moved to the Palace of Wonderland, you’d never known how many colors roses could be. You’d seen red, white, and pink, sure, but here, there was blue, and purple. 
“You spend a lot of time here,” a voice behind you observed. 
You turned your head to see him. Your betrothed. The man you were going to be married to in just two months. 
The crown prince of Wonderland, Park Seonghwa. Your future husband. 
You fought your father on being married off to a man for the sake of an alliance. You hated it, you didn’t want your life to be a bargaining chip. 
And then you met the man you’d be married to. You met Seonghwa, and he was everything anyone could want. 
Romantic, kind, sweet, gentle, gorgeous, loving, and so much more. 
He made sure you were comfortable with anything he did. He held you when you were scared. He defended you from others in the palace. He made the effort to learn who you were and what you liked. 
He told you the night you met: “I’ll always be your husband before I am your king. And I’ll do my best to be the best one I can be for you.” 
You vowed the same to him. To be the best spouse you could be. Every kind gesture, you returned it. You learned about him as he learned about you. 
You wanted to marry this man. And he wanted to marry you. 
“I like roses,” you responded, turning more towards him, coming back to reality. 
Seonghwa smiled as he walked up to you, his back perfectly straight, as always. He sat next to you on the little stone bench as he looked at the roses as well. 
“They are quite beautiful, aren’t they?” He reached out and held one of the blooms in his hand. You watched his slim, delicate hands cradle the delicate flower in his palm as he admired it’s deep red coloring. 
“They are. They’re my favorite.” 
Seonghwa looked at you, and every time you looked at him, you fell deeper into his dark eyes. He looked at you with a fondness you’d never been familiar with. And he made sure you felt it every time his eyes met yours. 
He nodded as he let go of the rose, turning back to you. You did the same. 
“I have something I wanted to give to you,” Seonghwa said softly. He held out his hand for you to take, which you easily did. His hand closed around yours, and it felt like a key sliding into it’s lock. 
He reached back into his pocket and retrieved a small, black, velvet box. With his one hand, he managed to open the box, and revealed a gorgeous diamond ring. A silver band with a diamond on the top, with smaller red rubies around it. 
A diamond, for you, and rubies, for his kingdom’s colors. 
Seonghwa couldn’t stop smiling as he pulled the ring from the box. “I know royals don’t have proposals, but I could not stop thinking about this moment.” He looked up at you as he held the ring, the biggest smile you’d ever seen on anyone, his eyes sparkling with delight. 
It was taking everything in you to not burst into tears on the spot. Despite the tears, you were smiling as well. Your heart ached with a love you’d never felt before. An adoration, a desire saved for someone like him. 
For someone as special as he was. 
“Would you marry me, my dear?” He asked you, moving closer, squeezing your hand. He lowered his voice as he leaned closer to you. “Would you spend the rest of your life with me, and make me the happiest man on Earth?” 
You nodded as the tears spilled down your cheeks, not trusting yourself to speak. You felt weak, but not in a negative way. Your whole body felt the love you had for him. 
You were convinced that you were in love with the prince. You were marrying this prince not because you had to, but because you loved him. And he loved you just as much. 
Seonghwa slid the ring onto your finger. It fit perfectly. 
He reached up and held your face in his hands, wiping away your tears. You gratefully leaned into his warm, soft touch as he cradled you like you were the most precious jewel in the world. To Seonghwa, you were. 
“I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, wiping away another tear. “I’ll be the best husband I can be.” 
“I know,” you whispered back, reaching up to lay your hands on his. “I’ll do the same for you.” 
“I know.” He smiled as he repeated your words, but tears began to well in his own eyes. His eyes sparkled even more than normal. 
You let go of his hands and threw your arms around him, hugging him as tightly as you could manage. Seonghwa did the same, holding you tightly against his chest. The squeeze made you feel safe. You knew you’d always be safe in Seonghwa’s arms. 
There were no words exchanged. There didn’t need to be. 
This is what life would be for years. Loving embraces. Endless kisses. Bottomless adoration. Singing each other’s praises until the end of your days. 
Being entirely, selfishly, hopelessly devoted to each other. 
You couldn’t think of anything better.
Neither could Seonghwa.
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jobesbabe · 1 month
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my forever valentine / TAA
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summary: trent surprises you after training with something that makes your valentines day that much more special
warnings: established relationship, fluff
a/n: hi! new to this still but please leave feedback and requests because they’re always appreciated
Trent had been training with Robbo when he told him the plan. He would propose. Tonight, in the most romantic, perfect moment. He had picked out a gold diamond ring that was still simple enough that you would wear. Trent’s nerves were at an all time high as he expressed his plan to Robbo. A few others gathered around to see what the scouser was so passionate about. As they listened, they began to understand the emotional intensity and admiration Trent was feeling.
Dominik grabbed his shoulders before quickly massaging them.
“You’ve got this man,” He said smiling his signature Hungarian smile that was straight out of a magazine.
Robbo nodded.
“I’ve seen you two together. That woman is smitten for you. I don’t understand it, but she is,” Robbo gushed earning a bashful smile and swat from Trent.
Training ended a few hours later and he couldn’t wait to open up his door and see your shining, adorable face grinning back at him like a little kid. He drove home in his audi smiling the whole time, The engagement ring boring a whole in his pocket. He was done with having it, he wanted it to be on your beautiful hands and not stuck in a box.
He opened the door to your home and the smell of food hit him in the face. You ran to go meet him at the door, apron on and flour stains on your face. You pulled him into a hug.
“Happy Valentine’s day baby,” You said.
He smiled and leaned into your warmth before pulling away and giving you pecks on the forehead and each cheek. Resting his head on yours, he brought you in for a deep passionate kiss neither of you wanted to end.
“Happy valentine’s” Trent replied.
His scouse accent made you crazy. the way he said simple words like happy or morning would make you smile and obsess for hours.
As you smiled he reached his hand up to your eye, brushing over the flour with the pad of his thumb to wipe it away.
“I love you,” He whispered and you both became engulfed in each other’s arms, lips on the other instantly. Your make out session was cut short by the ringing of the kitchen timer you had set for the handmade pasta you had spent hours crafting. You pulled away. “It’s ready!” You exclaimed and he laughed, and then his face got serious.
You turned to run to the kitchen but were stopped by the man you love’s voice.
“y/n, darling” he said.
“mhm?” you replied turned away from him.
“Turn,” He asks and as you do, you see Trent, on one knee, with a velvet box that he opens to reveal a ring that is so you, you swear you would’ve picked out yourself.
“Trent? Is this real?” You ask, hands over your chest.
“yes baby. I knew from a few months into our relationship that you would be the person. My ride or die, my soulmate. My one. My person. I want you. Forever. I love you, Please make me the happiest scouser on the whole planet and marry me?”
You gasp and nod your head, tears filling your eyes.
“Trent, Oh my gosh. Yes, Of course. I love you so so much.” you gush.
He slipped the ring on your finger before standing up and cupping your face with his massive hands.
He kissed you, and you kissed him back with more love than you had ever felt.
“my forever valentine,” he whispered into your ear before leaving a trail of kisses along your face and neck.
The two of you held hands as you ate the pasta you had poured your soul into making, taking moments to examine each other before smiling.
Every so often, he would take your left hand and kiss it just below your engagement ring. He was obsessed.
a/n Ahh thats it! kinda love this one, and heres the rings i think Y/N would love but obvi u are y/n so whatever you like &lt;3
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more 1 than two but idk
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drlissahawthorne · 1 year
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MOODBOARD :: CLARISSA ERIKA HAWTHORNE :: SISSA
My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in Everyone looked worse in the light There are so many lines that I've crossed unforgiven I'll tell you the truth, but never goodbye I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night And now I see daylight, I only see daylight Luck of the draw only draws the unlucky And so I became the butt of the joke I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked Clearing the air, I breathed in the smoke Maybe you ran with the wolves and refused to settle down Maybe I've stormed out of every single room in this town Threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it's morning now It's brighter now, now
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wonijinjin · 3 months
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wanna stay in this moment
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author’s note: this fic is part of the 200 followers event, go request something!
synopsis: the moment you have been waiting for is finnaly coming to life.
word count: 0.5k | genre: fluff | pairing: seungcheol x gn! reader | warnings: none
time was standing still in the moment you were in; cheol was lowering himself on one knee, his hand in the pocket of his pants, searching for what you knew was a ring. he grinned up at you while getting down onto the ground, eyes filled with so much love nobody had seen before. you saw mingyu recording the two of you with his cellphone from the corner of the room, the other boys hiding behind his tall figure, peeking out to watch the fairytale-like scene unfold in front of their eyes.
you were gorgeous in your outfit, getting your hair done earlier that day just like cheol had requested, already suspecting his intentions but not believing how a man that perfect could want to ask you to tie your life with his. so, you stood there, moment frozen in time, only you and him existing in the world. he opened the velvet box he had been holding for all that time, a precious diamond and its shine making the room light up, just like the fire in his eyes when he smiled widely. “i have loved you since the moment i laid my eyes on you. i love every inch of your body, every thing about your personality, there is nothing i don’t adore about you, my love. i knew you would be the one for me from the first moment. i wanted to make this day the most special for you, so i could ask you the most important question of my life.” he looked at you, your eyes watering already, starting to get emotional by the second. “so, will you marry me, my love?” he asked casually, but it sounded like heaven to you; you had been waiting for this moment since forever, and it was finally there. you jumped into his arms, not caring about how he was on the floor nor how your perfect appearance had been ruined by joyful tears which you didn’t even know had been streaming down your face for quite a while now. “yes! a hundred times yes! i love you cheol.” you said while crying into his chest, him pecking your cheeks multiple times and spinning you around. “it is a yes!” mingyu shouted from behind his phone, the members coming out with flowers and balloons, shouting happily at the pair of you and seungcheol. he put you down and gave you the beautiful ring, kissing you one more time. the moment was so magical you felt like you were in a dream, never wanting to wake up. cheol took your ringed hand, kissing it slowly and gently, then pulled you into a tight hug, whispering in your ear. “till the end of times, my love.”
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takaholic · 6 months
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leona kingscholar x gn!reader, comfort, reader & cater friendship, leona being leona, for my darling @mydiluc, (500ish wc)
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The first time he sees you cry, Leona lays on his charm at its finest.
"Well I can't fix your problem, so I don't know what you came crying to me for," he grumbles without so much as a look of sympathy let alone a move to comfort you.
He thinks of Cheka and how he'd simply tell the tyke to toughen up if he's going to be king one of these days. That always seemed to work, yet when he offers the same suggestion to you, it results in him being called a slew of insults (not far off from what Cheka's vocabulary would come up with) through furious tears that make his eyes shrink and tail stiffen.
It leaves him irate—snapping at Ruggie with more abrasiveness than usual, telling Rook to piss off when he points out his keen scowl, and upping the rigor of the spell drive team's drills every time they fail to perform at his standard. Even those familiar with Leona's infamous moods note this one to be particularly foul.
At the peak of his irascible and prickly temperament, he sees you again, still tearful and distressed, but you are not alone. That sociable redheaded herbivore from his classes, Cater, stands with an arm around your shoulders, eyes focused on your face as you speak, and offering you a warm yet concerned smile.
"Leave, Diamond."
You frown at Leona's sudden and aggressive presence. Cater gives your shoulder a squeeze and says you can find him if you need him. He flashes a deceptively pleasant smile to Leona and makes a comment about thinking better of him, but before the prince can respond, he slips away.
"What were you doing with him?" Leona growls at you.
"He was comforting me, unlike someone," you bite back as you wipe your cheeks dry.
"Well, don't."
He's used to getting his way, but he sees a fire burst behind your eyes.
"Don't? Don't what? No! How about you don't? You don't tell me what I can and can't do, especially when you can't even offer the smallest bit of compassion for me!"
"I—"
"I mean, what is wrong with you? I wasn't asking you to fix my problems! Of course I don't expect you to fix them—you can't even fix your own!"
"Let—"
"I thought I could trust you and be vulnerable around you. I thought there was maybe something special going on between us. All I wanted—"
Leona grabs you by the arm and pulls you into him, wraps his strong arms around you and rests his head on yours.
"Don't go to anyone else but me," he tells you. "I'm not good at this kind of thing. I'll do better though."
You sniffle against him, tears soaking through his shirt. He waits, keeping his firm hold on you.
"You're not even gonna say you're sorry?" You mumble.
"Didn't I just say I'd do better?" He hisses, but quickly relaxes with a huff. "I'm sorry."
Silence and another sniffle follows.
"I guess you're not so terrible at this," you say.
Relief seeps into him when he feels your arms return his embrace, and he even allows himself to rub at your back a little. He thought he would feel uncomfortable and useless, but while he hates your tears, he feels a sense of assurance in holding you like this. He hopes you feel it too.
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arcvlies · 10 months
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''well.. didn't know you were home.. now.''
cw: saturo gojo x reader. perverted gojo, pet names, masturbation, prasising, degradation, raw sex, creampie, mating press, daddy kink, mention on wanting discipline.
pent up! gojo who can't contain his lust once he comes home from his daily run. because he sees framed photo of you on the tv stand. gojo quickly made his way upstairs to your shared bedroom palming his cock that was begging to be taken out of his tight sweatpants.
he's been denying having sex with you because of his own protests about seeing how long he can go without having sex. before this you and gojo had intercourse anytime you both had nothing to do, which was nearly always. but, he couldn't take it any longer. it was only two days since he began his protests.
gojo's head was fogged with sexual images of you bent over the bed, on your knees in front of him, and whatever else his dirty mind could've thought of. he couldn't take it anymore. he would do this secretly and act like he was a big champ.
his cock was straining against his sweatpants before he pulled out his long veiny cock. he threw himself against the bed, his tip is slightly red, his veins pulsing in his cock as he pumped it.
his face now pink and his teeth tearing into his lip, pumping his cock faster imaging it was your pussy clentching around him. his chest rising up and down with every quick pump of his flushed cock. a whisper of curses is slipped out of his pretty mouth, throwing his head back against the newly covered pillows.
gojo looked down, letting go of his cock, letting spit dribble onto his hand before going right back to massage it in. he can’t help but feel like a filthy pervert thinking of you this way. ''oh please baby..'' he groaned lettin his mouth fall open. gojo was so so so close to cumming on himself.
''sat?'' you called out leaning against the bathroom doorway. you had always been there, just showering until then. all you were in was a small white towel that was wrapped around your abdomen up to your chest. your thigh was crossed over the other as you looked him in his diamond blue eyes.
gojo quickly stopped, body still as his wide eyes land on your figure standing in the bathroom. ''baby- haha,'' he nervously laughed unfreezing. ''oh, didn't know you were.. home.. now.'' he added his gaze adverting from yours. ''need some help?''
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“gojo!...” you moaned out, feeling your hole stretch as gojo's tip entered you. “damnit…your tighter than before..” he bit into his blood red lip, pushing further, feeling your walls wrap around his pulsing cock. “good- damnit.. lookin' so gorgeous like this..” he leans down, burying his face into the creak of your neck. you run your hands through his messy white hair, brushing the hair strands off of his face.
“iv'e.. i've wanted,” he mumbled, “to fuck you all wee- fuck...” he chuckled. “i'm such a fucking idiot.. next time i do something stupid, disciple me..” he bit into your neck. “yes- daddy.” you let a light moan slip out of your wide open mouth, his quick strokes making your cunt twitch.
his hands glided all over your body, tracing your spine as he thrusts, making your arch your back. “you're so big.” your moan turned into a chuckle as you cup his cheek, he presses your hand futher into his face.
he found that spot that makes your mind all hazy, his hips thrusting in a quick pace. “that's it…take this dick, slut..” he fucked a bit harder with a large smile on his face. the face you had on currently hasn't been seen by anybody else before. .
“just like that baby, fuck–” you cried out, his relentless pounding sending shocks throughout your body from your toes up to your head. your abdomen started to tingle, feeling your stomach untie.
“yeah, like that, yeah?” he had a smug expression on his face, watching your legs shake. “go on, scream my name baby..” he rasped, “gojo! fuck!” you clawed into his back.
he pulled his head away from the creak of his neck, attacking your face with sloppy kisses. your lipstick was all smeared on your face and his. “c-cumming!” you squealed and he groans, pulling out and resting his heavy cock on your abdomen.
you looked, seeing his tip exposed, leaking a trail of pre cum all over your abdomen. “come on gojo, i have plan bs in my drawer.” you complained, your legs wrapping around his torso. “should've said that way earlier.” he groaned, going back into your sopping cunt once more.
“good girl.” he hissed. you could feel every thick vein rubbing against your walls, you were still sensitive, very overstimulated. you clenched around his thick cock, feeling another orgasm quickly building up. “p-please gojo!” you whimpered, your walls gripping and sucking him tightly, his grip made you whine, he pulls your hips closer to him.
“god..f-fuck..you like this spot?” he chuckled, grabbing your thighs, pushing your knees to your chest. “shit.. gonna cum-” you moaned. his thrusts sloppy, reaching deep inside. “oh my god! gojo faster like that!- i want that load deep inside me.” you cried out.
“i know.”
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call-sign-shark · 3 months
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Savage Daughter || Shelby family x You
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Summary:  When the Shelby family gathers together, chaos is never far. Yet, for once, it's not the men who bring it but you, and soon the girls join you too. (based on Ekatarina Shelehova - Savage Daughter)
Words: 1.2k
Notes:
✞ This story is linked with the Arthur Shelby x You series Heaven in Your Eyes but can be read as a stand-alone.
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Slipping your finger between your diamond choker and your skin, you took a big exhale — the expensive corset you wore for the occasion was crushing your ribcage. The sound of chatters, clinging glasses, and classical music might have been loud but all you could hear was your own pulse, beating in your temples faster and faster with each labored breathing.
Your crystal eyes scanned the room, looking for your husband but it seemed that he was also in distress, standing still behind Tommy with his gaze fixed upon an invisible spot on the wall. Arthur was nervously chewing the inside of his cheek, visibly as uncomfortable as you when surrounded by all these posh guests, and yet, he had no other choice but to keep playing the bodyguard for his younger brother.
"Mr. Shelby, what a wonderful party you're hosting here! Arrow House is wonderful, I reckon." An old, ugly gentleman, dressed in a suit more expensive than everything your parents had ever owned, said with his silly accent. If being honest, he was looking absolutely ridiculous with his ears too big and his triple chin far too fat for such a small bowtie. To play the Devil's advocate, your mocking thoughts were justified: the pig had tried to grope almost every woman he had talked with. And as if this previous fact didn't render him despicable enough, he had ignored Arthur as if he were part of the ballroom's furniture. Another sigh, louder this time, escaped from your lips at the painful sensation of the blisters behind your heels when they rubbed against your tight shoes.
When Arthur came back to you, one look at his pursed lips had been enough for you to guess that he had spent the last ten minutes keeping himself from strangling the impolite Mr. Dempsey.
"Fookin' bastard, can't even say a bloody 'hello' to me. I swore I should've cut his fucking —" Stopping mid-sentence, the lanky gangster suddenly frowned and tilted its head at the sight of you taking your high heels off, only half listening to him, "The hell you're doing, angel?"
"I'm taking my heels off, that's what I do." You replied, grunting as you undid the complicated laces that were climbing up your shinbones, "And I don't care if it ain't classy or decorous, these shoes are making my skin bleed and this damn corset is suffocating me!" Talking about the corset, you pulled on the delicate silky laces to tear them apart and free your body from this inhumane trap until all you were wearing was a thin white summer dress.
"Heaven, love," Arthur tried to interrupt as he noticed how a few outraged guests were already whispering together all the while glaring at you. Among them, Tommy Shelby's arctic iris.
"I'm dead serious: I'm trapped here among hypocrites, suffering in clothes their wives criticized when they saw me while I could be outside, peacefully enjoying the immense garden of the mansion. A garden which is, by the way, the only enjoyable feature of this golden cage. All of this only because Tom wants people to believe we're all getting along in the family, tsk." Arthur closed his mouth, unable to find something to retort to your murderous prose. Maybe that was why he looked at you silently instead, a glimmer of amusement shining in his still blue eyes. "What?" You finally asked, not comprehending why the lanky gangster was now smiling, his mustache slightly lifted on one side.
"Gimme these shits." With that being said, Arthur took your heels and corset from your hands before leaning above you and kissing your forehead with indescribable tenderness, completely obliterating the rest. "Now go," The gravel in his voice rumbled, "Go run barefoot and curse at sharp stones, I ain't going to pin your wings." Of course you felt suffocating, he thought, for he knew you didn't belong here. Just like him. But while he had to remain somewhat near to his brother for the whole evening, Arthur never wished to inflict such torment on your savage soul: you were born to dance around fires, in the curves of old bones, or look for omens in the falling of feathers. Not to sip on champagne and boast about your riches with aristocratic ladies.
"Really?" You inquired, the fierceness of your face softening at your husband's surprising —and understanding— reaction. Arthur winked at you for a sole reply before turning around and barking at those who were still observing you with a loud "The fook you're looking at me wife ay? Go back to your chit-chat!". It had been the final nail in Tommy's coffin, who pinched his nose as if to stop a dawning headache — a headache that bore your name.
Offering one shark-like and insolent smile to little King Shelby, you left the ballroom running barefoot and only stopped when you found yourself in the middle of the garden, slowly spinning on yourself. With your doll-like face facing the night sky, you relished the sensation of the fresh breeze softly grazing your skin in welcoming strokes. A cheerful giggle fell from your plump lips as rays of moonlight illuminated your dainty frame like a myriad of motherly hands ready to catch you.
"Hey! Devil! You're nothing but trouble, you know that?!" A feminine voice erupted behind you, making you stop dancing and glance from where the soft lilt was coming. What was your surprise when your gaze met Ada's cunning smile! Beside her Polly was standing, her frail arms crossed on her bosom but her ebony eyes displaying an excitement she hadn't felt in years.
"I can't help it, Ada. I'm my mother's savage daughter!" You exclaimed, opening your arms to fake a pretentious bow — a move that stirred a sincere laugh from your sister-in-law.
"Tommy's mad." She said through her grin.
"Tommy's always mad. Why don't you join me?" At your offering, Ada side-eyed her dear Aunt, not sure if she could momentarily strip from the elegant Mrs. Thorne mask and be herself for once. For fuck's sake! Can't they fucking behave?! Can't your fucking wife stop fucking everything up just once eh?! Tommy's voice was roaring from the inside of Arrow House, just what Ada and Polly needed to make up their mind.
Freeing themselves from fancy hats, oppressive clothes, and painful high heels, both Polly and Ada joined you in the middle of the garden, the two of them grabbing one of your hands to form a round dance.
We are our mother's savage daughters, you sang.
I'm not joking Arthur! Did you think about what people are going to say?!
We are our mother's savage daughters, Ada followed. Her voice swirled up to the sky, each note bringing her closer to her mom she barely knew.
We will not cut our hair! We will not lower our voice! Polly's cheered louder, and as she did she was sixteen again, walking barefoot in the mud with a horse's rein in one hand and flowers in the other.
And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking So sing them with voices of thunder and rain, the wind carried your chant away. So far away that somewhere on the road, one Romani woman, fierce and beautiful, felt the wild drums of nature beating within her as she braided the hair of her adorable little girl.
"Are you okay Mom?" She asked, concerned by her mother's sudden stop.
"Yes, Katie. Yes, I am."
Esme smiled.
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