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Matrimony

Coriolanus Snow x Reader | 5.7K words

SMUT 18+ ONLY. unprotected sex. possessiveness, flirting, drinking, body image/too tight dress, gaslighting.

THE WEDDING. FINALLY. CLICK HERE TO READ MORE.

The sheets in the large hotel bed were soft and smelled so clean. They lacked the heavy rose smell that lingered in the Snow home. It was a welcome change of pace.

Too bad [Y/N] had hardly slept a wink in them. She was too nervous. It was the day of her wedding, after all.

She didn’t hate Coriolanus. She had before, but she didn’t now, not really. Coriolanus had slept well last night, which he rarely did. He only slept a few hours a night too often. [Y/N] thought her nerves had increased due to the proximity of the wedding, Coriolanus’ had subsided as the day drew closer because it was likely that he thinking he was one day closer to fully having [Y/N] under his thumb. But whoever knew what Coriolanus was thinking?

[Y/N] was worried about saying I love you and I do. She knew Coriolanus didn’t want her to be so anxious about it and reminded her, with a kiss to her forehead each time, that she could do it. He loathed being supportive, but he was getting better at pretending. It was less exhausting for him now.

If nothing else, tonight would be a party and a party meant she would drink and eventually she would blackout, if she was lucky. And Coriolanus would get her back upstairs to their hotel room and fuck her good and hard, so he would be happy. And they would wake up still wed the next morning. And he would be still be haughty and she would still be discontented. And that would be the first day of the rest of their lives.

[Y/N] had watched Coriolanus leave quietly through the door nearly an hour before. The few moments of rest she was able to get from her night of sleep ceased when he pulled his arm off of its nightly home on her waist. He had turned over his shoulder to look at her from the door before he left. One final good, long look. It was funny. Coriolanus never took the time to look back at her. [Y/N] snapped her eyes shut when Coriolanus rocked his weight back onto his heels. [Y/N] hoped he hadn’t seen her blush or fluttering eyelashes. [Y/N] got so excited at the simplest gesture from him. If she were a less careful woman, she may have almost smiled.

He looked at me.

The brief joy was gone with Coriolanus and he was now long gone. [Y/N] finally rolled over to step out of the bed. Her new silk white nightgown alluded to her future that evening. [Y/N] sighed. Her hand crunched against something paper beside her. Coriolanus must have left something. [Y/N] glanced to her right. A white rose from the vase he had requested on the bedside table, free of thorns. [Y/N] smirked. Of course. There was also a note in his curly, slanted script.

Darling,

Big day. It’s likely the next time I see you will be at the alter. Remember, you have nothing to be nervous about. I’ve got you.

And don’t lace your corset so tight you can’t breathe. You’ve got dancing to do.

C.B.S.

He was so good at baiting her into comfort that [Y/N] almost forgot it was baiting. She took at deep breath. I’ve got you. Coriolanus still had not seen the dress, but his educated guess about the corset was spot on. He was always spot on. He paid too close attention. It was shocking that Coriolanus could oscillate from obvious manipulation and intimidation to the man that cared for [Y/N]. Unless the second part was more elaborate manipulation too.

[Y/N] went to the bathroom to piss.

Dark spots on her neck and chest greeted her. They never really faded away. Coriolanus would find new places for them, or mark over the old ones. [Y/N] liked how they looked and certainly how they felt to receive. But what a pain they were to conceal! She should have known better and acquired a high-necked gown way back when. It was a winter wedding, so it wouldn’t have looked out of place.

The beauty parlor would be able to work some of that Capitol magic on them.

[Y/N] looked in the mirror over the sink in the bathroom with the pristine black tile and giant bathtub. She smiled vapidly. That was that. By the end of the day, she would officially be a wife. Her identity would be defined by Coriolanus.

Once, she smiled because her poor decisions would reflect boldly on Coriolanus. Now, [Y/N] worried because it was the other way around. She was a permanent extension of Coriolanus and his aspirations and desires the second she had his name.

She sighed. For better or worse.

[Y/N] crept down to the hotel lobby in large green sunglasses and a hotel robe. It was turquoise. It was a terrible color. Coriolanus would have hated it. She lost her purple sunglasses after the Flickerman interview. Coriolanus did like that. He hated those sunglasses too. The green ones were better to him. A small part of [Y/N] liked knowing that Coriolanus was pleased by what she wore.

She glanced around. No sight of Coriolanus. She didn’t want to break tradition. There was no more room for things going wrong in her life. Across the lobby, [Y/N] went towards the beauty parlor and the wedding shop. She had gone through so many catalogs of dresses and hairstyles and everything must be perfect, only for her to allow to be handled by beauticians who were strangers at the last minute.

Then the hands landed on her waist. [Y/N] gasped, readying herself to scream. The hands pulled her to firm chest and the hands turned into arms, wrapping around her waist and pulling her back beside a ficus and a fern.

She looked down and saw the hands. Pale white hands with rings and a loose bracelet.

Coriolanus Snow, rigid, but never one for following the rules.

“Coriolanus!” [Y/N] squeaked. “You’re not supposed to see me yet. Let go!”

“That’s a silly old story. Saw you this morning.” He whispered with a smirk, holding [Y/N] waist tight.

“It’s… yeah, but—“

“Thought I wasn’t supposed to see the dress. But you—“

“I don’t wanna ruin today—“

“Fine! Fine! Just let me look at you one more time and I’ll let you go,” Coriolanus said. He spun [Y/N] to face him easily. His eyes slid from her eyes through glasses, down her face, her neck, her breasts, back up to her neck. That’s where his eyes greedily stopped. His finger tickled the skin on the right side of her neck where he had left a dark bruise. [Y/N] laughed a little and slotted her face into his hand.

“No thanks to you, the ladies in the parlor will have to work harder on me today.” [Y/N] said, referencing the marks.

“Don’t cover them.” Coriolanus said simply.

“What?”

Coriolanus smiled softly. “Don’t cover them. You look very beautiful.”

“Yeah, didn’t know you had such a sense of humor, Coryo. Could’ve fooled me,” [Y/N] smirked. “It’s our wedding.”

“So?”

“So…” There was no good argument. [Y/N] had done much worse before. They both knew that. She huffed.

“Fine,” he conceded. “Do whatever you want. I’m just saying, if I had to take my shirt off for some reason tonight, my back looks three times worse than your neck.”

[Y/N] blushed. “Yeah, but you eliminated your argument by saying that. Because you are wearing a suit. I’m wearing a low-cut dress.”

Coriolanus gritted his teeth. He was going to say something harsh. He refrained. “So the dress is low-cut?” He asked, raising a brow.

“Fuck!” [Y/N] exclaimed. “No. No more. I’m going,” she tried to pull away from Coriolanus. “Let me go. I’m going. I’ve ruined it,” she jabbed a finger in his chest. “You cursed us. We’re cursed. That’s bad luck.”

“If anyone cursed us,” Coriolanus let go of her waist. “It was you, Darling.” He called as she walked away. [Y/N] shuddered as crossed her arms. He hadn’t meant it, had he? God, he loved it when he made her nervous.

—

[Y/N] had some bridesmaids. She did not love that she had to share the stage and the big fluffy dresses with the ladies, but here she was. Lysistrata was her Maid of Honor. She wanted it to be Clemensia, but Coriolanus said no.

After that, Clemensia refused to be in the wedding party at all. Too bad.

[Y/N] thought she looked good in her white snowy gown. Lovely even. But she was too nervous to focus on much of that beauty.

Everyone would nitpick her dress, her hair, her body, why she of all people was unbreakably becoming the Capitol’s darling’s Darling, among other things. The pressure was high. [Y/N] had not been able to make herself cry either, which was unusual for her. The woman wanted to claw at her skin and tear it off from the itching, nerves and impatience.

Would Coriolanus finally love her tomorrow? Or would he ignore her now that she was belted in permanently as his plaything. [Y/N] didn’t want to be used only when Coriolanus wanted. She would have bitten her nails if they weren’t so well-manicured.

[Y/N] inhaled. Her corset was too tight and she was so nervous. The breath came out ragged. It didn’t relieve her the way that a deep breath was supposed to. She thought back to Coriolanus’ note: And don’t lace your corset so tight you can’t breathe. She hadn’t listened well enough. [Y/N] did not want him to be mad at her. She reached back with shaking hands to try and loosen it, but she couldn’t manage.

I’ve got you.

When she sat down on the bench in the hallway outside of the venue to wait for her father to walk her down the aisle, the pressure shift made the bottom half of her dress’ corset tightened more. The dress was stunning, it was a true. A ballgown, a favorite style of [Y/N]’s. It was indeed low-cut with a beaded white corset pressing her breasts higher. It didn’t make her feel whorish, but it helped her feel beautiful. Over that, she had a wintery long-sleeved translucent mesh top. It was white and was covered with speckles that looked like snow in the places where snow might catch as it sprinkled down. Her veil was less traditional and didn’t cover her face completely. [Y/N] felt freer in it, and Coriolanus wouldn’t have to wrestle with it. Under it, she wore the red heels she had worn at their engagement party. It was sentimental, but that night was one of the first actual lovely memories she had of Coriolanus. Was that memory meant to be lovely? [Y/N] was unsure. She decided she would remember it that way. If she didn’t, she would lose her mind at what she had done to herself.

I’ve got you.

Everything had to be lovely.

The wedding had to be lovely.

“[Y/N],” Her father said, approaching her in a loud colored tuxedo. Gaudy. Tacky. “Stand. Let me look at you,” He muttered, extending his arm to her. [Y/N] did as she was told like she was a child again. The man could barely look at her. They had spoken for the first time since their engagement party at the rehearsal dinner the day prior. Her father was pleased to leave the burden of his disappointment on another man. [Y/N] shifted and did a small spin for her father before taking his arm. She could hear the orchestra playing inside the venue along with the chatter. [Y/N]’s looming father reached behind her and grabbed the ties of her corset and pulled the ends tighter. Her breath hitched. “That’s better.” Her father said. Then, he proceeded to the door to finally give her away.

[Y/N]’s head swam. She had already been laced into the damn corset for what felt like too long but in reality had been a bit over an hour. She coped by taking shallow breaths from her chest and staring straight ahead, unblinking.

The doors parted. [Y/N] hadn’t even realized that had been pulled in front of the doors to the event hall itself. All white and red, like most winter weddings were meant to be, but white and red the way Coriolanus (and by extension [Y/N] now) liked. The bouquet, forgotten, was held straight and clutched tighter. [Y/N] lacquered her smile back on. Being in front of everyone she had ever known made her dizzy. Everyone she had ever known gasped and smiled in delight at her. The music changed. She walked. She wanted to puke. Eventually, she was at the alter. Her ribs ached. Her chest burned. [Y/N] smiled wider.

Coriolanus. His loose blonde curls were determinedly tamed, slicked behind his ears. His unruly hair never did what anyone commanded, so it was an impressive feat. Black tux, white bow tie, red rose; standard. His shoes were also red. Those were new. Did he think about her red shoes from that night often too? Had he snooped and seen her shoes in her tote bag last night even though she told him not to? It must have been his intuition. Best not to read into it. Coriolanus Snow liked red.

He also wore gloves. White and dapper. He looked so clean. Those gloves made sure not a trace of the cruelty he was capable of was visible. No trace left behind.

[Y/N]’s father deposited her in front of Coriolanus with an obligatory kiss to her forehead and walked away. She couldn’t recall walking to the alter. Her knees shook. Coriolanus was tall. Had he always been so tall?

Effortlessly, Coriolanus leaned forward and wrapped his hands behind her waist. [Y/N] thought he had just meant to place his hands on her too-narrow waist to greedily admire what he was capable of manipulating her body into. Instead, he loosened it.

I’ve got you.

What a beautiful scene that must have been. [Y/N] inhaled deeply through her nose as if she had risen from the dead. The world around her felt real again. Everything looked real. “Thank you.” She gasped.

Coriolanus kissed her forehead, much like her father had. Power shown as repetition and reversal of action. “I thought I told you not to cinch it so much.” He whispered softly. Coriolanus tipped her chin up with the fingers under his white leather glove. The pictures of that moment would later be so beautiful.

“I didn’t.”

“Somebody did, Darling… Silly. These are pretty, though.” Coriolanus whispered away from prying microphones. He dragged his finger across her neck, meaning some of the marks she had left uncovered on a stupid whim that was about to share a last name with her, but showcasing her pearl necklace instead.

“For you,” [Y/N] panted back sarcastically. “Can we get on with it?”

“Romantic.” Coriolanus scoffed and leaned away from [Y/N]’s ear. His shoulders unrolled to their full and staggering height, beautiful beast that he was. Coriolanus took [Y/N]’s hand that did not hold a bouquet of red roses in his. She swore she had imagined the circle Coriolanus has ghosted over the back of her hand.

The officiant of the wedding was beckoning everyone to sit. [Y/N] hadn’t realized the attendees had been standing. The officiant wore black as well. He was disgracefully old. [Y/N] looked out the massive picture window over Coriolanus’ shoulder. There was snow outside, too.

The old, frail man cleared his throat and held his arms open to the congregation. “A true lasting marriage requires effort, commitment, and unending understanding. As [Y/N] and Coriolanus declare their partnership on this day, we reflect on the meaning of partnership and its importance to a successful union. Partners, in life, think of one another as capable, but each arriving with their own special skills.” At these words, [Y/N] scoffed. She wondered if Coriolanus thought her capable. Coriolanus stared down at her. No love. No hatred either. He looked at her stoically. She wanted him to look down at her with something. Usually, he did. She wanted an iota of anything.

What happened to I’ve got you.

“Marriage is rarely equal. In marriage, you will often be required to honor commitments you cannot fully understand. The mark of a successful marriage is that you meet these commitments with patience, honesty, and love—even as you fail.

“Over time, you will realize that the burdens placed upon you by life are not loads to be carried—they are opportunities. Each day is an opportunity to be shared with your partner; the dawn of each day brings new experiences.”

[Y/N] felt like vomiting. This was burdensome. Not a burden, a weight. Would Coriolanus help her lift it? Or would he leave her to roll the boulder up the hill each morning on her own? He promised that he would; that he had her back, that he would help, that she would never be left to struggle alone again.

“Your rings and your vows, please.” The old man sputtered. Coriolanus removed his gloves to tuck into his pocket and exposed his beautiful hands. [Y/N] wondered if he had ever played piano. Likely not. He did not own a piano. His hands indicated that he would have been natural to it.

He procured two white gold rings from his breast pocket. One thicker for his own large hand, one daintier with three very small rubies to go with the massive ruby in the daintier still engagement ring. Coriolanus passed her the one meant for his finger.

Now came the part that had [Y/N] worried. Both the words themselves and the memorization of such words. Coriolanus was to begin. Naturally.

Coriolanus inhaled deeply. His chest jumped under his white tie. [Y/N] nearly guessed he was nervous. How could a creature like that get nervous? “I, Coriolanus Snow, take thee, [Y/N] [L/N], to be my wedded Wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part.” He spoke deceptively calmly. His voice boomed with an authoritarian edge. He had a completely different voice in public than he did in their bedroom. After the words were passed his lips, he smiled. Finally. Finally, he attempted to reveal a feeling. He slid the ring down her left ring finger to its final resting place.

“I, [Y/N] [L/N], take thee, Coriolanus Snow, to be my wedded Husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and to obey,” the word that had made her so nervous. Once she said it, everything felt much lighter. The hardest part was over. [Y/N] took that last step to give herself to Coriolanus. He had everything of hers, and now he had her ring finger too. She felt she had rushed the beginning of this vow, so she took her time with the little that remained. “Till death us do part.” [Y/N] concluded as a wife. She pressed his ring onto his ring finger. Slow. Coriolanus couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

[Y/N] dragged her eyes from the hand that dried her tears and gripped her throat, to the eyes that hungered for every morsel of her. [Y/N] handed her bouquet to the woman, whichever one stood closest behind her, and clasped both of her hands against Coriolanus’, like she was supposed to. She would be the best at doing what she was supposed to. From this day forward, [Y/N] would find that she was capable at something and do it effortlessly for Coriolanus. There was no other option.

Lastly, the Capitol’s undying wedding tradition. Handfasting. The officiant spoke again with clinical and precise rhythm. “Handfasting is an old and venerable tradition that dates back more than ten thousand years. As I wrap this ribbon around your hands, I want you to think about what you think marriage means.” The traditional narrow red ribbon cinched together their palms like a corset.

Marriage was… what, a partnership? A trap, a cage… [Y/N] thought back to the beginning of the ceremony. A burden? No. An… Opportunity. Coriolanus Snow was an opportunity. He took a chance with her and her bullshit everyday. She did the same. Everyday would be an opportunity that she would take at all costs. [Y/N] would make it work.

I’ve got you.

“Marriage will deepen your commitment to one another and strengthen the respect and support you each bring to your relationship.

“Your challenge is to grow with one another, to offer each other compassion and understanding, and to take each new challenge and adventure as it comes as a team. With each wrap of the ribbon, I give my blessing as an officiant that your marriage will be so. Let this bond be strong. Let this bond be eternal. I now pronounce you, Mr. and Mrs. Coriolanus Snow.”

As the pair’s hands were cinched even nearer together, [Y/N]’s eyes caught Coriolanus’ in prolonged eye contact. They both looked light. Relieved. It was over. The hard part was over. She swore she even saw Coriolanus smile— not smirk.

“Mr. Snow, you may now kiss your bride.”

Coriolanus did not waste even a second. He tipped his bound hands up and used the force of the action to pull [Y/N] to him. Their lips met in a searing, stinging kiss. Coriolanus pressed down against her, [Y/N] neck strained from turning her head up.

—

Everything was a blur. There was the dance floor, the drinks Coriolanus kept bringing, the hand locked on [Y/N]’s waist. The delicious cake. [Y/N] had smashed a forkful into Coriolanus’ pristine pale face. He had looked both surprised and upset, but he didn’t say anything like the good husband he was becoming. Plus he got the opportunity to get [Y/N] back and do twice the damage. He did this swiftly. Everyday in a marriage was an opportunity. Or something.

[Y/N] had been introduced to many important people Coriolanus worked with but he kept her too drunk and dumb to do much more than nod and keep her up arm protectively glued to Coriolanus’ arm. Especially around some of the prettier woman. She hated seeing his white teeth flash at those other woman. How could they smile like that at him with his wife in her gown right there?

[Y/N] stumbled to the bar for a whisky sour. While she waited on the bartender to mix her drink, she glanced through the bright flashing lights at her husband. The fair-haired man was sitting at their table, chatting with one of his University ‘friends’ that had stopped by to wish them well. [Y/N] glanced back at the bartender.

“Congrats.” The bartender said. [Y/N] squinted at his name tag but barely registered what it said.

“Thank you.” She replied, folding her hands on the bar.

“Some wedding. Very beautiful. You look very beautiful. That’s a hell of a dress, too. Is it hard to move in?”

“No, not really.” [Y/N] smiled slightly.

“Your husband’s been back and forth the the bar a ton. He pretty drunk by now?” Bold. Why had the bartender asked that?

[Y/N] her head. “Most of those were for me. So. How about that whisky sour, hm?” She said, her smile getting tighter and tighter-lipped.

“A man like that would make me wanna drink too.”

[Y/N] had spent much of her relationship with Coriolanus feeling that way, but hearing it from someone else made her upset. She did not like hearing anyone say a damn word about him. Only she was allowed to be upset about Coriolanus. Her eyes narrowed at him. “Excuse me?”

“He’s… He’s tough, no? Cold. Hard exterior. Guys like that freak me out. You seem very different from him. I mean, fuck. Look what he did to your neck. You let him do that? He make you do that?” He shrugged too casually. The stranger was taking much too long to mix a whisky sour. It was an easy drink. How many had he already unknowingly made for her tonight?

“Different maybe,” she started. “But he doesn’t freak me out at all. He doesn’t… Make me do things I don’t want to,” Lie. Not right now, but sometimes, lie. “You don’t know him.”

“Sure, sure, I’m just trying to make conversation.”

“Odd topic choice.”

“Is it?” The man smiled. “I’ve been to enough of these weddings to know that girls like you rarely fall for men like him. Usually, there’s some crying bride at the bar because her parents said they would disown her if she didn’t marry some guy like your blondie over there. You’re keeping it together fairly well, doll.”

“Make the damn drink.” [Y/N] replied.

“Jeez, lady. Just trying to—“

“I think the lady told you to make the damn drink,” Came Coriolanus’ voice and his arm squeezing squeezing like a vice around her waist. She didn’t know how much more that waist could take. “Darling, is this man bothering you?” He asked quietly.

If she said yes, the bartender’s tongue would be cut out, or worse. The young man didn’t know; he had been trying to be nice. But it felt so good when Coriolanus came to her rescue and she had to practice positive reinforcement every now and then.

[Y/N] decided she would do her favorite thing: cry. Coriolanus couldn’t ever ignore her tears. [Y/N] knew her husband loved to fix a bird with a broken wing like herself. She sniffled and blinked a few times, staring dead at the bartender, before the tears started to fall.

“Yes. He is bothering me.” She said. The bartender looked appalled at the psychotic display. Clearly, he had misread her situation. [Y/N] knew she was capable of being nearly as rotten as Coriolanus. This man standing in front of her was about to face the consequences of assumptions. [Y/N] looked up at Coriolanus and placed a hand on his chest. He understood exactly what she wanted. Causing their first scene as a married couple. Milestone.

Coriolanus tightened his grip on her. “Look,” Coriolanus squinted at the bartender’s name tag. “Brutus. Hm. Brutus, do you know what that name means?” He condescended.

“Strong.” The bartender replied, putting his shaker down cautiously.

“Really? Well, I suppose it could contextually. Though, I was under the impression it meant dull,” Coriolanus scoffed. “What have you done, Brutus, to upset my wife so much?” He said Brutus as if he were saying dull.

“N-nothing. Just making conversation.”

Coriolanus smirked and [Y/N]’s grin echoed his, but her teeth were straighter. They both liked it when they had someone uncomfortable enough to stumble over their words. “Just making conversation? Did he touch you, dear?” Coriolanus asked. The punishment for touching her would be losing a hand or two. The fellow made a decent drink. She didn’t want him to lose that gift.

[Y/N] sniffled, tugging at Coriolanus’ heartstrings. “No,” sniffle. “He was only running his mouth. He thinks I sh-shouldn’t have married you.”

Coriolanus dragged his blue eyes between [Y/N] and Brutus. “Why shouldn’t we be married?” Coriolanus asked too easily. It was a trap. Brutus shook his head and opened his mouth to speak. “No, please, go ahead. I’m just making conversation. What was it that you said to my wife, here? I’m curious now.”

There was silence. Brutus hung his head uncomfortably. “I’m sorry, sir.”

Sir. [Y/N] knew Coriolanus would like that.

“Jealous? Think you could please my wife better than I could? Am I on the right track?” Coriolanus leaned down to press his lips against weeping [Y/N]’s neck from behind as he spoke to Brutus.

Drunk and dumb from the stress, the alcohol and his touch, [Y/N] reached her hand up to tangle it into Coriolanus’s curls. He didn’t protest for once. Her fingers cut through his hair product and lodged in place, giving his hair a gentle tug. “How’s this for you?” Coriolanus murmured, staring at Brutus and touching [Y/N] disgustingly.

[Y/N] wasn’t sure if it lasted minutes or hours, staring the bartender down like that. Coriolanus pulled her into the lobby and up the stairs to their hotel room. She couldn’t remember exactly if Coriolanus had made the two of them say a proper goodnight to the remaining party attendees. She still had her shoes on, so she would settle for being impressed with herself for that.

Coriolanus unlocked the door to their room and propped it open with some difficulty.

“What are you doing?” She asked tiredly.

“Well, Mrs. Snow, you went on about so many little traditions this week, so I figured I would gift you this.” Coriolanus scooped [Y/N] clumsily into his arms and carried her over the threshold of the room. [Y/N] smiled at his gesture.

Coriolanus walked with her in his grasp until he set her down on the bed with a muted thump. He turned back to the door and closed it. [Y/N] stared up at Coriolanus as he returned. The jacket of his tux and his red shoes had vanished on his walk back.

[Y/N] was quite surprised that Coriolanus had remained in what seemed to be such a decent mood for him all day. The smile or smirk or snarl still lingered on his plush mouth. “Hi.” [Y/N] said.

“Hello,” Coriolanus replied, cocking his head. “That dress really is something else,” he said. His eyes wandered grotesquely over her body. “What did your family think?”

“Barely saw my mother. She was at the bottom of a bottle of posca. Father thought my corset was too loose.” She wiped the remaining wet spots from tears off of her cheeks.

Coriolanus nodded knowingly. “Ah, so you can follow instructions. It was him that locked you in that thing…” his eyes hadn’t moved from her breasts which threatened to spill from her top from laying at this angle. “May I help you out of it?”

She blushed red. “The note you left…” [Y/N] started. “Sweet, by the way. How did you know it was corseted. Did you peek?” She slurred.

“Lucky guess,” Coriolanus said too quickly for the remark to be truthful. “Do me a favor and obey your husband. Turn over. I want it off.”

[Y/N] popped off her memorable red heels and rolled gracelessly onto her stomach so that Coriolanus could undress her how he liked. He crept onto the bed and straddled her thighs with some difficulty from the dress’ bulk. His fingers got to work with the silk cord. [Y/N]’s ability to take low, full breaths increased with each movement of his nimble fingers. “Coryo, what’ll happen to that man from the bar…” [Y/N] quietly.

“That’s none of your concern. He’ll be dealt with for the way he spoke to you, don’t worry,” Coriolanus said, undoing the buttons of her dress now. “No one’s going to get away with speaking to my wife like that. Not now, not ever,” My wife, not you. Because he loved her and they were eternally bound. Or because she was an extension of his existence— nobody talked to him like that. Coriolanus manipulated her body like a doll to get her out of her wedding dress until she was down to her snow white lingerie and garters. “Fuck.” He said at the sight with eyes as wide as saucers.

“It’s adequate?”

“More than adequate,” In an instant, Coriolanus was on her. He was unclipping her garters and pulling her dampened lacy panties down. “You’ve outdone yourself, Mrs. Snow.”

“Fuck me. Please. Really. Not just fingers, or something.”

“Hm,” Coriolanus started. “I should marry you more often.”

Coriolanus pulled off his own trousers and boxers without complaint. [Y/N] sighed happily. “Tell me you love me.” She said.

“What?”

“I don’t care if you don’t mean it. Tell me you love me.” She stressed. [Y/N] wanted the silhouette of a normal wedding night even if it wasn’t one.

Coriolanus said his I love yous while he expertly rubbed [Y/N] clit, who cares if he was sincere or not. Neither one of them knew if he was sincere or not and either would do well enough.

The sex, however, was anything but transactional.

By the look of it, Coriolanus had long been hard in his pants. [Y/N] knew exerting some sort of power over that man at the bar in her honor would have gotten him all riled up. After noticing [Y/N] was already shockingly wet, he pressed his hands into the pillows beside her head and pushed his cock into her easily. “Damn. You’re so wet,” he grunted. Coriolanus scrunched his blue eyes shut. He began to set a pace; much slower than he normally would, less brutal too. He was gentle. Almost. Completely gentle was not a setting he came equipped with.

Coriolanus had never fucked [Y/N] without protection before (that [Y/N] could remember, at least). She made no move to stop him. They didn’t have any barriers left to worry about since they were married. Both silently agreed to never go back. He felt so much better in her this way.

[Y/N] moaned when his right hand moved between them to keep stimulating her. “Good, that’s good,” She said, reaching up to grip his shoulders. Her hands crept further up to grab his hair. She loved his hair, even if he fought hard against her about it so often. “Is this good for you?” [Y/N] whispered.

Coriolanus snapped his icy eyes open and plunged his head into her cleavage in reply. The lacy bra she wore was in his way, even if he thought it did [Y/N] beautiful favors. With one hand and his teeth, he ripped the bra right down the middle. “Better now,” he smirked darkly. Coriolanus slid one of her nipples past his lips. Coriolanus could conduct her moans and pants like a symphony. He knew exactly how to get his most desire response out of her. Coriolanus fucked and rubbed faster, but resisted sliding a hand around her throat and squeezing. At least for the first round as a married couple.

She could get used to the soft way he touched her. Mr. and Mrs. Snow. This caring front felt like it could almost last forever to [Y/N]. Too bad it was a front. She let out a high breathy gasp. The sound she knew he liked best.

Coriolanus was glad they had no plans tomorrow. One more sound like that and his hand would have no choice but to squeeze around her windpipe. She was always so beautiful like that. He changed his mind from weeks before as he looked at her from sucking at her nipples.

This is how he wanted to remember his Mrs. Snow. Makeup dripping, moaning beyond control, eyes rolled back and ripped and fucked out of her dress and lingerie. Because only he could make her feel like that for the rest of her life.

“I love you.” [Y/N] breathed, but she didn’t mean it, not really.

“I love you too.”

It was almost the truth.

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[hellfirenacht]

Meet Me At 4:20

Summary: It’s hard to be the new kid in a small town during senior year, and there’s only one person you actually want to be friends with. So you do the only logical thing, and set up a drug deal. 

Tags: Eddie Munson x Reader, SFW, drug deals, meet cute, one shot

Notes: Thank you, @jo-harrington for helping me title this <3 If you read the original version I posted last fall, no you didn't.

Word Count: 2.3k words

Master List

You sat at the old picnic table, far away from the school. It was a quiet and mild autumn day, leaves were clinging to the trees and there was a satisfying crunch to the ground when you made your way through the woods.

You counted each breath in and out in counts of four. It wasn’t the drugs that you were planning on buying that made you nervous, but the man selling them. It felt so stupid, this whole plan was completely ridiculous but at this time you didn’t have any better idea to go off of.

You didn’t even like weed.

Your eyes closed and you played a cassette tape at a low volume, muffled sounds of music pulsating through your ears. If you could focus on this, then you could relax. You could talk to Eddie. You were sure that you could do it this time. You hoped you could do it.

The faint crackling of leaves crunching under footsteps alerted you to his presence. You kept your eyes closed and your breathing steady, not daring to open your eyes yet. The last thing you wanted was for Eddie to see you a shaking mess, anxious and stuttering and probably tweaking.

“Hello?”

You opened your eyes slowly, looking up at the man in front of you. Eddie watched you with a look of mild confusion, his hand dropping to his side as if he had been waving it in an attempt to get your attention. You removed your headphones and gave a small smile.

“Hey, sorry. Long day.” you said, only stumbling over your words a little.

“I get it.” Eddie said, taking a seat across from you on the table. His black lunchbox thumped down in front of him, and he looked at you expectantly.

“So… how does this work here?” you asked. looking between him and the lunchbox. This was the most you had dared look at him since you moved to Hawkins a few weeks ago.. Having his attention, his eyes on yours, almost felt like too much. You couldn’t stop the nervous smile from spreading across your face, and you wished that you could just keep yourself normal for two minutes.

“The same way any normal transaction goes.” Eddie shrugged. “Except cash only, no returns, and for obvious reasons… no receipts.”

“I guess that means no demanding to speak to the manager then?” The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them. To your surprise, Eddie gave a small laugh and seemed to relax just a bit.

“Demand all you want, he’ll tell you all sales are final.” He opened the box and pulled out a bag. “I got a half ounce here. $25. Should last you a while.”

“Yeah, sounds good.” You said, pulling out your wallet and pulling out some cash to hand over.

“Want to smell it first?” Eddie looked at you with a head tilt. Fuck, had you already blown it? Was that something you were supposed to do? You froze, and Eddie let out a snort. “You’ve never done this have you?”

You shook your head. “Nope. Not even once.” You admitted. There was no use in pretending otherwise. The only reason you had even set this meeting up was just an elaborate (and expensive) way to meet the only person in Hawkins you had any interest in talking to.

Ever since moving here, you weren’t a fan of the town or the people around you. You were sure that your new school would be the same and you had planned on fading into the background for the few months that you had to be here for your senior year. Who was going to want to make friends with the new girl during senior year in a small town? Cliques had been formed and no one would be wanting to add to their numbers this late in the game. Not when everyone else was going to be leaving after high school. 

But Eddie had captured your attention the very first day when he’d been running around his lunch table and laughing with his friends. 

“It’s not a normal thing, it’s a me thing.” Eddie tossed you the bag, not taking the money yet. “Give it a smell.”

You didn’t want to smell the bag. You really did not want to, but Eddie’s was looking at you, and his eyes were so big and round and he ASKED you to do something so…

Your face scrunched up involuntarily and you pulled your head back at the stench. “Ah. Yes. That is certainly weed. Glad to have that established.” you deadpanned. 

“It’s not oregano.” Eddie confirmed, looking amused at your reaction.

“The fuck you mean it’s not?” You laughed. “Here I was thinking that I was going to be buying the best Italian seasoning on the market and here I am with a bag of weed. I feel ripped off!”

Satisfied, Eddie took the money that you had left on the table and pocketed it. “Sorry, like I said, no refunds.”

You followed suit and stuffed the bag into another bag, which was then shoved into yet another bag that had your gym clothes. Can’t be too careful.

You assumed that Eddie would turn tail and leave but instead he picked up a lighter and a cigarette from his lunchbox.

“You sit at my table at lunch.” It wasn’t a question, but a truth. Eddie had noticed you sitting there. Then again, after the roach incident…

“It’s easier to sit in the same place every day.” You said as you nervously picked at the wood on the table. “You learn what to expect.”

“And what do you expect from our table?” Eddie took a drag and offered you the cigarette. You hesitated for a moment before shaking your head in a polite no. “A freakshow?”

“More bugs, but less people bugging me.” you shrugged. 

Eddie snorted. “We still give Jeff shit about that.”

“Yeah well, I’d still rather sit there than anywhere else.” You swallowed. “This may come as a surprise to you, Eddie, but people here kind of suck and aren’t the most friendly.”

“So, you’d rather be seen near the freaks than associating with any other group? That’s brave.” Eddie looked you over. “I’m surprised someone like you eats in the cafeteria. I’ve never seen you talk to anyone else. Most people find a classroom to eat in if they don’t have friends.” 

You stared blankly at him. “Gee. Thanks for the reminder.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide as he realized what he just said. “Wait, shit, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“You’re not wrong.” you sighed, now wishing that you could have a drag of his cigarette. Maybe then you’d look interesting and mysterious instead of how you actually felt, which was awkward and annoyed. You knew you didn’t have friends here, but that didn’t mean he needed to point that out. 

By a technicality, the Freak was more popular than you, and now you had spent $25 in an attempt to be his friend and he might not even be interested. You were starting to regret this whole stupid plan.

“You know you…. if you wanted to. You don’t have to sit near us.” Eddie looked up, and saw you deflate instantly. Eddie sat up straighter “No, not like that, I mean. You could sit with us instead. We can make room, and I swear we won’t throw anymore bugs at you.”

Eddie took another drag of the cigarette, shifting so that the second hand smoke didn’t hit you in the face. It was appreciated.

“Really? I mean, are you sure? Would the others be alright with that…?” You asked, perking up more excitedly than you meant to.

“They learned to live with Mike and Dustin, they’ll learn to like you.” Eddie gave a grin. “Besides, Hellfire needs more members if they’re gonna beat my campaign.”

“The Cult of Vecna.” You said and Eddie narrowed his eyes at you suspiciously. “Don’t give me that look, Eddie, you guys are loud. It’s not eavesdropping when you’re standing on the table with your shoes right next to my sandwich yelling about your game.”

“So you’ll join us then?” Eddie’s grin widened.

“How much for a shirt?” You shivered as the wind blew around you. “I… I might need help character creating as well. It’s been a while since I’ve played.”

Eddie slammed his hands on the table, laughing. “I knew it! I knew you were one of us. Gareth owes me $5.”

“You made a bet about this??”

“I’ve only known two other girls that play. Sinclair’s sister who’s still in middle school and Ronnie Ecker who graduated 2 years ago.” Eddie said. He was so energized now and his eyes were bright, the late afternoon sun reflecting warm caramel and gold back at you. “I saw you with that D&D book yesterday but they didn’t believe me.”

You looked at him, sighed and reached into your bag and pulled out the book that had given you away. You really had never meant to be seen with it, you’d just needed a refresher. You had played at your old school, but hadn’t had a chance to in about a year.

Eddie reached for the old module and flipped through the adventure. “Tomb of Horrors.” he said approvingly. “We played this one last year with a few tweaks, of course. What’s your level?”

“I… don’t really have much of one.” You admitted. “Back with my old group we would just make characters for whatever suited the campaign. I usually went with some flavor of half-elf bard or ranger though.”

“The others would call that cheating. Most everyone has played with the same character from level 1 for the past few years.” Eddie said. “You’d have to work to keep up with us.”

“So I’d have to start at level 1?” You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. “Damn, you are a sadistic DM aren’t you?”

“I’m the mean and scary freak of Hawkins High,” Eddie took a final drag of his cigarette. “It’s my job.”

“You’ve been nicer to me than anyone here so far, Eddie.” You admitted

Eddie looked at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. You swallowed, unable to look away and wondering if you had said something wrong.

“What?” You finally said.

“You’ve never bought drugs before.” Eddie said.

“….Yes. We established this.” You replied.

“Have you ever even smoked before?”

You frowned. “….Hm, no comment. I don’t think I want to answer that.”

“So that’s a no.” Eddie looked at the bag where you had stored your goods. “So why are you buying?”

You had two reasons for buying, the main reason was to give yourself a reason- any reason- to talk to him. There was a second reason though, one that you hadn’t wanted to get into but…

“I… haven’t been doing a great job of adjusting here.” You said picking at the grain of the wood of the table. “I won’t bore you with the details but… I’ve been having trouble sleeping and everything I eat just tastes like sawdust and I can’t get hungry. I was hoping this would help.”

“Do you know how to roll?”

You slumped slightly, looking down. “Eddie, I’ve never even smoked a cigarette.”

“You’re really coming in blind, huh?” there was a laughter in his voice though that made you feel less judged. “You live in Happy Forest Trailer Park. Yeah, I’ve seen you down the street circling your trailer late at night.”

“Ah. Lovely. Nice to know my night walks have been witnessed.” You groaned.

“Don’t worry, you’re still the least sketchy person there.” Eddie waived his hand. “I don’t normally do this, but you clearly need help. If you want, I’ll come over and roll for you and teach you how to smoke.”

“I feel like if you were anyone else I’d tell you to fuck off.” You said. “But, like I said, you’re the only person who’s been actively nice to me and I really can’t afford to say no. I’m… too damn tired.”

“Tonight?” Eddie offered. “We can help you put together a character.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest now. He wanted to come over to your house tonight? This plan was already going wildly off the rails but there was no stopping it.

“Okay.”

Eddie handed over his cigarette to you and you stared at it. “Just take a drag and show me where you’re at.”

You flinched, holding the cigarette in your fingers. You’d seen people smoke your whole life and the smell of it filled your memories with car rides, and heavy talks and… screaming.

“I can’t.” You said after a moment handing it back. “Sorry. I know it’s stupid. Weed is one thing but-”

“Hey, no need to explain.” Eddie said, snuffing it out. “I don’t know what just happened but don’t worry about it.”

You nodded. “Thanks.”

Eddie looked at his watch. “I have to meet up with someone else. Go home, I’ll be there tonight.” He closed his lunchbox and stood up and you followed suit.

“I’ll be home all night.” You said. “Thank you, by the way. For all of this. I hope it helps.”

Eddie chuckled. “Not many people stick around and talk to me after, let alone thank me. They usually take what they bought and run.”

“Sit with us on Monday.” Eddie said. “I’ll come over tonight.” He was sparing you from saying what you wanted to say; that you wanted so badly to be friends with them.

“I wanted to talk to you.” You admitted, and Eddie looked surprised. “I mean, I don’t have anyone here in Hawkins. Like anyone. And, I don’t know, I like hearing you and your friends talk at lunch and you all seem to actually like each other so… I…”

“Tonight.” You nodded.

The two of you parted ways, Eddie taking a separate way out of the woods while you headed towards the parking lot.

Maybe this year wouldn’t be so bad.

#nacht fic #eddie munson x reader

[emrystheblue]

Ngl with HW2 out I'm kinda anxious for how the DCA fandom gonna go from here cause like. We now have a few more aspects of Sun and Moon personalities, but I'm worried that'll become the main only thing and all the previous soft and anxious and caring etc stuff will vanish and he'be reduced to an asshole only. I don't think this confirms he canonically hates kids or his job or that he's only a jerk.

I know it's up to interpretation but like, I'm just gonna be kinda really sad if this aspect of them is the only thing focused on now and people forget other stuff or just erase how we thought of them before, you know? I'm all for seeing a bit more sass in Sun and stuff, but he still sounds nervous/anxious in certain voiceless I've heard so far, not to mention how he acted in Ruin trying to fix them both while Moon was in pain and stuck and Sun was afraid and stuck.

And like, I still don't think he hates kids I think he's just kinda a bit done. And he even welcomes us back after a jumpscare and stuff, he recognises us! Sure sometimes he sounds tired or kinda like "ugh you're back" but it makes sense he wouldn't wanna deal with more shit after hours lol. Honestly loved his attitude about the crafts it was funny. Not even upset about the shredding because like. It's not like I made that for him, that was an activity I was asked to do so there'd be no reason for him to keep every crafts that gets left behind lol. And he was being so dramatic about it too. He gave me so many vibes of he was finally given the chance to run crafts how he wanted without having to pretend to like every single one like normal. It was fun seeing him sassy and a little rude lol. And bear in mind, despite him calling us a bad kid we are supposed to be an employee in training in a simulation game, where it also needs a "bad ending" if you fail the task. And he's on a time crunch for us to get these projects done before Moon comes out which is when he starts sounding more anxious again. Also wouldn't be surprised if he was a little affected by the virus, especially since it glitches out what your supposed to be making occasionally.

Maybe it's silly to be worried like this idk

#fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf hw2 #help wanted 2 #fnaf hw2 spoilers

[sukiipjs]

✮ PINK IN THE NIGHT

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↳ nick sturniolo x masc reader

↳ words - 621

↳ summary - you have trouble sleeping since you’ve been so anxious and you end up falling asleep in nicks arms<3

↳ contains - fluff, use of y/n, anxiety, idk???

↳ song - pink in the night by mitski

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as nick sleeps beside me i lay on my side, scrolling on my phone after multiple failed attempts at trying to go to sleep. i’ve been really anxious about having to go to dinner with nick, he’s meeting my parents for the first time. i don’t know why but i’m honestly so scared.

i decided to break the cycle of scrolling on my phone and i set it back down on my nightstand and gently getting out of bed, trying not to wake nick. i stand up, grabbing a random shirt off the floor and put it on before leaving the room since it’s cold.

i walk out of our room into the kitchen to get myself a glass of water, then trying to find a snack. i find a box of crackers and i sit down, setting the box and water on the kitchen island.

i try to calm myself down, trying to think ‘what’s really the worst that could happen?’ it’s not like my parents will hate him, they’re not homophobic, i cant think of anything bad, i really don’t know why i’m scared but my stomachache isn’t going away.

i start to hear footsteps as i see nick turn the corner to come into the kitchen, he rubs his eyes as he spots me sitting down and walks toward me, “y/n, why are you awake it’s like three?” he whispers as he starts sits down beside me, turning his head to me as he rests his head on his hand, trying to keep himself awake.

“sorry did i wake you up?” i ask softly as i crunch on my snack as he shakes his head a little, “no, it’s okay, you scared?” he smiles a little as he gently nudges my shoulder with his.

i smile back as i sigh a little my smile softly fading as i think about it again, “i don’t know why, but i definitely am. it’s not like theyre going to hate you or something, i’m just terrified.” nick takes his head off his hand, and leans it onto my shoulder, “y/n, don’t be so nervous, i’ll be with you and if anything does go wrong, which it won’t, i’ll help you through it, okay?”

i smile again as i gently lean my head on his head, “yeah.. i know, thank you nick,” he laughs a little again as i finish up my crackers and water.

“let’s go back to bed?” he takes his head off my shoulder as he kisses my cheek, i turn my head, smiling at him then getting up and putting the box of crackers away and my glass in the sink.

nick then gets up too, yawning as he waits for me to follow him back. we both walk back to our room, he pulls the blanket the make room for us to get in then we lay back down and he puts the blanket back to cover us.

we both face each other on our sides as he kisses my forehead, “try and get some sleep, okay?” i nod as i smile at him, he turns to lay on his back as i scoot a little closer, leaning my head on his chest and lifting my knees to curl up beside him, wrapping my arms around him as his arms wrap around me. one resting on my back, the other on my head as he tangles his fingers in my hair.

“i love you,” i nuzzle my head to get a little more comfortable on him as i start to close my eyes, “i love you too,” nick closes his eyes too as i begin drifting off in his arms as he holds me close.

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[updownlately]

fighting it is hopeless (sinking in your ocean)

| alessia russo x reader

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“It’s weird to think that you could leave at any time and I’d have no control…”

Your voice broke the comfortable silence that gently wrapped your living room, the weight of the words evoking a nearly-tangible rattle in the air. 

You were sprawled out on the couch with an earbud barely in, eyes not leaving the ceiling, holding your breath wondering whether you should continue or not. 

It was when you just barely heard the soft padding of footsteps, no doubt coming from the blonde you called yours, that you closed your eyes, heart wrenching thought of your vulnerability. 

Swallowing hard, scarcely managing to keep the growing lump in your throat at bay, you continued.

“Like I get that love can’t exist if I have control over all your actions and emotions ‘cause obviously that’s not how humans work…but still...” 

Your words trailed off just as you felt the seat near your legs sink with the weight of the your girlfriend.

The gentle hand that came to rest on your thigh had you opening your eyes, head rigid however, too afraid that the slightest eye-contact with the other girl would result in her seeing your soul, the windows of your eyes an easy read for the striker. 

Bringing a shaky hand up to grab the front collar of your her t-shirt that you were wearing and bringing it to your mouth, you bit down on the fabric, the tremor in your voice something you could already feel. 

Continuing, your voice came out muffled. 

“It’s weird you know? Like yeah we were friends and all before we started dating but since that first date you kind of just took me out of my world and put me in your orbit. You shot me into outer space, had me sucked a bye away yet so near to you and I haven’t been more glad yet more scared.” 

You knew you were rambling now, the feelings you had tried so hard to bury for the past few months, the insecurities you’d never shared, all tumbling out, and you could only be a bystander, almost watching from afar as your mouth and heart betrayed your brain.

“I’d be lying if I said it didn’t terrify me. I feel like I’m sinking and flying at the same time, and I don’t know what to make of it…”

Words trailing off, restless silence enveloping you, you tensed your shoulders embarrassed at how open you were being, laying yourself bare without a thought.

The stillness in the air since your last uttered sentence was deafening, the silent roar sending a chill up your spine.

Running a hand over your face, your fingers rubbed into your eyelids before coming to pinch the bridge of your nose. Mind now racing, innumerable thoughts firing in the small space of your head, you cursed silently at yourself, wishing you’d never said anything. 

And when nearly a few minutes had passed, only the blood rushing in your ears to be heard, you decided that maybe you were an idiot after all, swearing at the old you that thought this would be a good idea. 

Moving to get up, gently tossing your phone and earbuds onto the other seat nearby, you barely made it onto your elbows, body in a half crunch position before a voice that wasn’t yours finally joined the conversation. 

“Hey, let me in…I care, I promise. I really do.” Alessia’s gentle but nervous voice filtered through your thoughts, the love pushing aside your insecurities and creating a clear path to your troubled mind. 

The quietness of the plead had you listening, your arms straightening out as you gently fell onto your back, bouncing against the soft cushion before resting on it. 

You inhaled a deep breath, holding it for three seconds just like your therapist told you to do whenever you felt anxious, before letting out a deep sigh and forcing yourself to relax your shoulders.

“I want to trust you- trust us, this relationship but sometimes it feels so hard…It’s worse because it’s not ‘cause of you but my mind is idiotic sometimes y’know?”

Alessia hummed in acknowledgement, not sure how to respond but desperately wanting to be there for you. 

Silence enveloping the room once more, you felt the couch shift once more, it creaking under the weight of the movement. 

Before you knew it, Alessia was squished beside you, laying on her side tightly in the minimal space between you and the back of the couch. 

Reaching her hand over to wrap around your waist, tugging your stiff body into her best she could, Alessia let out a breath, trying to relax, hoping it would have the domino effect on you. 

With how well the blonde knew you, nearly a year of dating not lost on her, the actions had the desired effect, tension slowly but surely leaving your body as you curled into the warmth beside you. 

The pair of you were so close, each rise and fall of either of your chests felt by the other, released puffs of air intermingling, you both bathing in the calmness brought by the other’s presence. 

And when Alessia began to speak, voice so soft, lips fluttering against the crown of your head, you swear she could cushion the most delicate of glassware.

“Whatever’s going on inside your head, I want you to know that I want you. For as long as you’ll have me, through the highs and the lows, I’m here to stay. I can’t even fathom the idea of leaving you if I’m honest.” 

Pressing a gentle kiss onto your hairline, Alessia paused for a slight second, lips lingering before she continued.

“I know me saying it once won’t do much so I’ll remind you as many times as I can for as long as I can, but know that with all of the trophies, cups, league titles and any other awards in this world, I wouldn’t mind not having a single one as long as I have you.”

Letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you keenly listened to the murmur of words, relief washing over you, chest loosening. 

Turning in Alessia’s hold, you faced the blonde, not meeting her eyes but instead burrowing your face into the crook of her neck.  

“I’m sorry…” Your voice came out muffled, the sheepish tone apparent. 

“Love...don’t be. We’ll get through this together. You just keep communicating to me like you are, yeah?” Nodding into Alessia’s shoulder, you felt your eyes dampen, the blonde’s understanding and care overwhelming you in the best way possible. 

Tucking your head further into her neck, you wrapped your arm around the striker, letting her love wash over you, a few tears falling as your heart bursted with love.

And as Alessia pulled you impossibly closer, you both let the evening pass, yellow hues turning red, and then purple, basking in each other’s embrace.

Allowing your love speak for itself, arms tightly wound around one other, you let yourself sink into the comfort of the embrace, aware that fighting it was hopeless.

Sucked up in the waves of her love, shot into outer space, you knew you were stranded but not alone, bound to fall deeper each day for the girl you loved, no insecurities of yours able to prevent your love from growing.

#inspo: blu by jon bellion #idk i just really liked this song and it's lyrics so i wrote this #hurt/comfort #i think? #not proofread #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo #woso one shot #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso #woso community #my writing #fiih #blurb

[stray-cat-21]

Kissed just to be kissed💋

Summary: The (cheerleader) reader finds out Eddie hasn’t been kissed just for the sake of kissing. Lots of kisses follow.

An: thinking about making this a series of blurbs/fics about Eddie and a popular cheerleader reader. Not in any particular order just random thoughts and ideas like the bat Eddie series. Asks accepted same as the bar series lol. This also is longer than I intended

“That doesn’t count Eddie!”

“Why the fuck not she had her tongue down my throat that counts to me!”

“Because you were making out not kissing! When was the last time someone kissed you just to kiss you?”

“Um somewhere around never?”

“What?!”

“Princess I’m a freak. Girls aren’t exactly lining up.”

“Well what about your first kiss?”

“Uh sixth grade this girl Tammy got dared to kiss me. Got me to meet her at swings and right after we kissed she started laughing and half the cheer squad jumped out and laughed with her.”

“Oh Eds I’m so sorry that’s terrible.”

“Not really a big deal. Guys like me don’t get just kissed. We get made out with in dirty bar bathrooms to say you fucked a guitarist.”

Eddie had just shrugged it off returning his attention back to the popcorn and bad movie.

(Y/n) however could not just let it go. Even after the movie was finished and Eddie was driving her back home she couldn’t get his words out of her head.

Guys like Eddie especially deserved to be ‘just kissed’. Even if she wasn’t entirely sure guys like Eddie Munson existed. It seemed more likely he was basically a one time deal then the mold was clearly broken.

“Hey Eds will you meet me at the park tomorrow by the old swing set?”

The question Startles Eddie a bit. The drive had been far too quiet in comparison to the others. For the most part he had been worried about whether or not he had said something that could have upset her due to the silence.

Of course in his mind the conversation about kissing was long forgotten so he was just completely confused at the request.

“Gotta play date I don’t know about princess?”

“No goofball it’s a surprise will you meet me, please?

Eddie eyed her for a moment trying to get any sign of her intentions but was left just as confused.

“Of course I’ll meet you.”

“Perfect! I’ll see ya tomorrow at six handsome!”

Eddie watched just as confused as she practically skipped all the way to her front door. He was completely perplexed. The two probably would have hung out the next day anyways but what could they possibly have to do at a playground at night.

Eddie arrives at the park first, fallen leaves crunching under his sneakers as he makes his way to the swing set

It’s the playground by the trailers on the ‘other side of the tracks’.

Only the kids from the park seem to hang out here if they have to but most make the ride to the nicer one

On chilly nights late into the fall season it remains empty.

He takes a seat lighting up a cigarette while he waits

The rusty metal chains creak under his weight

He only manages to take three anxious puffs before (Y/n) is coming up.

He’s surprised to see her dressed in her cheer uniform

“Hey princess gotta new routine you wanna practice?”

It seems to be the easiest guess she’s practiced in front of him before when she was extra nervous

After all why else would she be wearing the uniform to a playground in 60 degree weather.

“Nope that’s not why I’m here Eds.”

Eddie puts out his cigarette blowing the smoke away.

“Okay you wanna elaborate or?”

“I’m here to give you a proper kiss.”

Eddie stunned rendered speechless which is a hard accomplishment that (Y/n) manages to do quite often

“W-what?”

“Remember our conversation yesterday? Well I say we give your first kiss another go. For real this time, the kind you deserved the first time.”

Eddie’s mouth flounders open and close a couple times trying to form some sort of response.

Any witty response, flirtatious joke, or sentimental remark is lost on his tongue.

His mouth is suddenly completely dry.

“You wanna kiss me?”

She hums in response nodding her head with an eager smile.

If you had told him during the summer that in his third go at senior year he’d be offered to kiss a cheerleader he would have laughed maybe even gagged.

But this was really happening.

“Sweetheart really it’s okay I don’t mind. It was a a long time ago.”

“I know Eds but that shouldn’t have been your first kiss. It’s not right. So now you get to kiss a cheerleader at the swings for real. No laughing this time I swear. You can check the bushes if you’d like.”

They both share a laugh at this easing the light tension.

“I didn’t bring any gum gonna taste like cigarettes.”

“That’s okay I don’t mind Eds.”

Eddie takes a deep breath soothing his palms over his denim covered thighs.

“Alright princess how are we gonna do this?”

“Just close your eyes.”

Eddie does as told shutting his eyes.

(Y/n) slowly moved into the space between his legs.

Eddie’s heart is pounding in his chest.

He can feel her tuck some of his rampant curls behind his ear

Goosebumps cover his skin even under his jacket.

Before either can change their mind she’s pressing her lips against his

Eddie subconsciously takes in a sharp inhale at the contact

(Y/n) had chosen a much more subtle cherry flavored chapstick over her usual lip gloss.

Their lips move together a little clumsily but it creates the perfect spark regardless

She lets out a content sigh leaning just a bit further while Eddie’s hands are carefully holding her waist.

(Y/n) let’s Eddie be the one to pull away all though if it had been an option he would have stayed their for the rest of his life.

When his eyes open (Y/n)’s smiling brightly at him waiting for his reaction

“Definitely never been kissed like that before.”

“We should definitely do that more often.”

“I mean not that I’m saying no but really?”

“You said guys like you don’t just ‘get kissed’ well I disagree I think you deserve to be kissed often and by someone who knows how. I’d like to be that someone if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t think friends are supposed to kiss princess.”

“Who says? I’m okay with it if you are?”

“Alright yeah I’d like that.”

He half expected her to forget about it or that it was a one and done kind of deal. Or even that he hallucinated or dreamed it.

But Monday morning when he picked her up for school she greeted him with a kiss to the cheek

When the bell for first period rang she stood on her toes to give him a quick peck on the lips

Thank satan he was leaned up against the lockers or he might have fallen over

They don’t have any classes together so she doesn’t see him till lunch

“Eddie bear I brought you lunch again.”

Once she’s finished divvying out the contents of her lunch box she leans over kissing his cheekbone softly.

Those of Hellfire that were paying attention where shocked sharing confused looks

Sure they knew were all in agreement that the pair was already in love and just didn’t know it but they figured if something had happened Eddie wouldn’t have shut up about it.

No one is brave enough to bring it up so they eat lunch discussing the upcoming campaign

Shortly before the bell rings (y/n) has already finished eating and begins to leave for class a little early to return something to a friend.

“I gotta go boys I’ll see you later. Bye Eds.” She hums.

He tilts his head towards her this time so she kisses Eddie right on the lips. It’s a little slower than a quick peck but fast enough to not linger.

Most of the club’s mouths are hung wide open in disbelief.

“Dude when the hell did that happen?” Gareth is brave enough to ask

“When did what happen?” Eddie plays clueless.

“(Y/n) just kissed you? Like on the lips?” Jeff points out.

“So?”

“So when did ya get the balls to ask her out?” Gareth asks

“No way a babe like (Y/n) is into Eddie, they’re fucking with us.” Wheeler laughs

Eddie in response chucks a small pretzel at Mike’s head.

“For your information I didn’t ask her out. And it’s none of your damn business.”

The group continues to ask question and make theories about what’s going on.

“A dare?”

“A bet?”

“She’s actually been replaced with a an alien?”

“Enough!” Eddie finally shouts smacking his hands against the table.

The bell rings thankfully saving him.

At the end of the day (Y/n) is at cheer practice while Eddie waits for her out at the fan puffing from a cigarette.

Eventually he sees her exiting the gym talking to Chrissy Cunningham and one of the other cheerleaders, the only two (Y/n) can really stand. While the rest of the cheer squad lingers behind them talking to their jock boyfriends.

Eddie stomps out his cigarette. He thinks this will be the real test whether or not she kisses him knowing full well their all watching

Sure enough the second their eyes meet she runs a little bit ahead locking her arms around his neck while he hugs her waist.

“Hey princess how was practice?”

“It was fine, ready to go back to your place though.”

“As you wish.”

Before she pulls away she makes sure to stand on her toes again leaning up to kiss him.

He’s a little shocked but eventually kisses her back.

He doesn’t even care when they pull apart and the jocks and cheerleaders are making snide remarks about the scene.

It’s Wayne’s night off so he’s actually back at the trailer when they get there.

“Hey kids how was school?”

“Was alright actually stayed through the whole thing so.”

“I told ya that girl was a good influence on you son.”

Rather than running off to his room they decide to hang out with Wayne for a bit

The three lounge around the couch watching a terrible cheesy horror movie Eddie picked out

“I’m gonna grab a drink, you want one sweetheart?”

“Yes please.”

After the many kisses of the day he doesn’t even think about it just leaning down to give her a kiss before strolling to the kitchen.

“I’m actually gonna grab a beer.” Wayne follows his nephew into the kitchen.

Eddie is grabbing two Yoo-hoos from the fridge when Wayne clears his throat.

“When did that happen?”

“What?”

“Don’t bullshit me boy we both know I saw what happened.”

Eddie took a deep breath leaning his back against the counter. While Wayne pulls out a can of beer cracking it open.

“Oh yeah that.”

“Mhm start talkin.”

“It’s not what you think uncle Wayne. We’re just friends still.”

“Last I checked your other friends didn’t go around kissin you like that.”

“You don’t know what Gareth and I get up to.”

“Boy could you be serious for a minute this is (Y/n) we’re talking about.”

“Fine fine well we were talking about kissing, and she figured out I’ve never been kissed to just be kissed. Apparently that’s like this big deal to her. So she started kissing me.”

“So she ain’t your girlfriend but you’re kissin each other?”

“Yeah something like that.”

Wayne snorts shaking his head just a little sipping from his beer.

“What’s so funny?”

“Girls like that don’t just kiss boys for no reason. I’m tellin you Eddie you better fess up before it’s too late.”

“Yeah I know I know.”

Wayne pats his nephew on the shoulder and the two return the living room

#eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson/reader #eddie munson/you #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader #edide Munson x reader blurbs

[mysticwolfshadows]

Taken - Zutara

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5 (here), Pt 6

When the ship docked just outside of the village wall, Katara was eager to scramble down the gang plank. Already she could see people moving around, women ducking children away and warriors grabbing spears. In her excitement, she nearly fell, only to be caught by Zuko. She beamed at him, but he only kept his eyes ahead, a strange look of determination on his face.

Snow crunched under her boots with matching gloves to keep her hands warm, both lined with more Koala-Sheep wool. She was the only one with such things, and she had a feeling Zuko had gotten them just for her. Her neck warmed, the coat doing its job almost to well.

She could see warriors lining up outside the village, spears at the ready. There was one man, one whose face had blurred in her memory, that stepped forward first. Had his hair always been that long? Had he always had a beard? But Katara knew just who he was.

"Dad!"

Her father froze, staring at her as she pulled away from her place at Zuko's side, and sprinted towards her people. She threw her arms around her father, tears welling in her eyes as he stiffly caught her. His knees buckled, and they fell to their knees in the snow.

"Katara?" her father breathed in a whisper, pulling away enough that he could grab her face and really look at her. "Is it... Are you really...?"

"Yeah," she said, laughing more brightly than she had in years. "Yeah, It's me! I'm here! And-"

Cutting herself off, she looked behind herself, finding Zuko and the Fire Nation soldiers had stopped. She slipped from her father's grasp, his hands trying to hold, but was shocked to keep her there. Crunching through the snow, she grabbed at Zuko's hand, pulling him towards her people. He stumbled, clearly surprised, but managed to catch himself. Straightening, he met her father's eyes.

"Dad," she said, clear and proud. "This is Prince Zuko! He's been a good friend to me in the Fire Nation. He's the one that brought me home! I didn't believe him when he said he would, but he did anyway."

"I made you a promise," Zuko said, voice rather somber. "I would never go back on my word."

Hakoda eyed the two, hesitant. "That is very honorable of you, Prince Zuko. As thanks for returning my daughter, please, eat with us. We need to celebrate."

Zuko's hand had squeezed tightly around her own at some point, filled with nervous energy. "After what my Nation has done, I couldn't possibly-"

"Come on," Katara insisted, tugging him another step forward. "None of that. Dad is offering you an opportunity to make up for that."

She knew that Zuko stumbled with his etiquette at times, but she had never been afforded that luxury in the Palace. She had already been so excited, and hugged her father openly in front of so many. She knew she had done it before the Fire Nation, but now... The anxious butterflies in her stomach were twisting all about. Putting her hands in proper form, she leaned forward into a bow to match Zuko's.

"Thank you, sir," Zuko said, his voice tight. "It would be... an honor... to dine with you and your people."

When he straightened, Katara followed, and looked up at her father. He had a pinched look on his face, and Katara wasn't sure why. Still, he led them into the village, and announced that they had cause to celebrate. The Fire Nation Prince had returned Katara, and that Zuko and his soldiers would dine together. The men would hunt, the women would cook, and the children would prepare a bonfire.

Zuko was quick to take preparations for the bonfire off the hands of the younger tribesmen, but Katara didn't have time to worry about that. She saw more familiar faces poking out of the huts, and a boy not much older than herself sprinting across the snow. Her brother swept her up, nearly knocking her back into the snow, as tears built in his eyes.

"Don't ever do that again," Sokka demanded, tugging her close. "One second you were there, and the next... Katara, you can't do that."

Her mother and Gran Gran were close behind. Everyone huddled together like penguin seals around her, crying out their joy. Her mother pulled herself away to turn to Zuko, pulling him into a hug. Katara went as wide eyed as Zuko did. To so brazenly touch a member of the royal family without permission, it was unthinkable! The only reason she did was because she and Zuko were friends, and he had given her blanket permission ages ago. Her position as a healer also led to a much higher need for it. But her mother...

"Thank you," her mother breathed into Zuko's hair. "Thank you, so much, for returning our Katara."

Zuko turned to look at her in surprise, clearly asking for help. Katara shot him a smile instead.

When they all finally let go, her mother and Gran Gran kept a close eye on them as they started to help prepare the meal. Sokka stayed with her, becoming her own personal shadow like guards used to when she had been Fire Lady Ilah's personal healer. She watched as younger children to young to remember when Katara was taken swarmed Zuko, Iroh, and the Fire Nation soldiers, asking questions that Katara couldn't quite make out. Still, Zuko looked extremely uncomfortable, and perhaps she should go rescue him from the whims tiny children.

"Do you need a different coat?" Sokka asked suddenly, drawing her attention away from Zuko.

"No," she said, frowning a bit. "Why would I need a different coat?"

"It's just..." Her brother's hand reached forward, the dark blue of his glove standing out against the vibrant Fire Nation red. "It's very... red."

Katara frowned. "I like red?"

Sokka dropped his hand, a strange look on his face. It was similar to the one her father had. She couldn't really understand what the look was for.

"If he's the Prince," Sokka continued, "does that mean you were in the Palace or whatever?"

Nodding, she moved to sit on one of the mats laid out for the celebration. She tucked her feet under her, being sure to sit up straight. Sokka followed suit, a frown seeming to permanently carve itself into his face. She absently noticed how he sat with his legs crossed, slouched forward as he looked at her.

"I was assigned as Fire Lady Ilah's healer," she explained, tucking her hands into her sleeves. "She needed full time care, but she was kind and just. She was truly blessed by the light of Agni, a wonderful Fire Lady." Katara paused, giving a small sigh. "When Fire Lady Ilah passed, I was made a ward of Lady Ursa, Prince Zuko's mother, and spent much of my time in private lessons, and in the company of Prince Zuko. However, Lady Ursa went missing when Fire Lord Azulon passed, and I was put under the direction of Fire Lord Ozai. He ordered that I return to my original duties, and I became a full time healer under Physician Keisuke. I've been diligent in my work since then."

Sokka was still looking at her strangely, and she couldn't figure it out. She had been honest with him, and there was little reason for him to find anything odd about what she said. Opening her mouth, she fully intended to demand answers from her brother, only for the men to return and a buzz of activity to distract her.

It was in the new bustle of movement, that Katara was able to escape her brother and make her way to Iroh and Zuko. The latter was watching the man unload a few things from the ship, and would occasionally glance at her. She bowed slightly to Iroh, who returned it with a smile.

"Please, Princess Katara," Iroh said. "There is no need for that."

"Princess, General Iroh?" She frowned. "I believe you may be confused. I am no princess."

He hummed, glancing at Zuko. "I had not been aware you were the daughter of the chief. No matter the status of the Southern Water Tribe, you have the title. It is the same in the Northern Water Tribe."

Frowning, she shook her head. "Please. There's no need. I was hoping that I could have a moment with Prince Zuko?"

The Fire Prince was tense, but Iroh nodded, moving to take over. She watched the man fondly as he started to order a table set up for tea. Turning to Zuko, she reached out to take his hand. The bandages were still around his face, but she would have time to coax them off another time. For now, she wanted him to enjoy himself.

"Your uncle can handle the crew," she said, starting to tug him towards where the fire was. A Southern drum beat had started. It was different from what she was used to in the Fire Nation, but it would fit for the few dances she had learned while Ursa's ward. "Dance with me."

"You know I'm a terrible dancer," Zuko tired, but he followed after her all the same.

They set about in a dance, one of the simpler ones. There were still the sharp movements that the more complex dances were known for, but there were spins and twirls for Katara. Zuko was stiff the entire time, glancing down at their feet every now and then, but at the end, there were the polite applause of Fire Nation soldiers.

Katara wasn't sure how long they danced, but as the sky grew dark and the village grew with chatter, she pulled Zuko to join her in sitting on one of the mats. Most of the Southern women and children were sitting together on one side. The Fire Nation soldiers were spread out along the other, with a few tribesmen warriors scattered amongst them. The soldiers were talking in loud, uproarious voices, while the tribe was somewhat quiet.

Food was passed around. Stewed sea prunes, some arctic hen, and a bit of tiger seal jerky. Tea was passed around on Iroh's insistence, and Katara could see bags of fire flakes being handed out. She smiled at her own bowl. Stewed sea prunes had been her favorite before going to the Fire Nation. She eagerly ate a spoonfull. It was... bland.

It wasn't just the sea prunes. The Arctic hen and the tiger seal jerky were also bland. They had flavor, but it barely registered on her tongue.

Zuko leaned over, whispering. "Is it as good as you remember?"

He wasn't eating his, instead picking at the hen and jerky.

"It's great," she lied with a smile. "It's so great to be home."

He ducked his head, slowly shredding the hen with his fingers. "Good..."

Before she could ask what was wrong, her father stood.

"I would like to once again thank Prince Zuko and General Iroh for bringing Katara back to the tribe. As many of you know, she was taken from us for her bending, a rare trait that has been removed from our population after years of raids. But now, we have hope. They have brought hope back to our people. Hope that we can survive the coming years." Her father cast his gaze around at the Fire Nation soldiers, pausing on Zuko. "And hope that this will be the beginning of a peaceful alliance." Thrusting his cup into the air, he called out. "Hear, hear!"

There were scattered returned calls, mostly from tense warriors.

As the night slowly came to a close, Katara found herself yawning, her mother coming to nudge her towards the family hut. Katara smiled sleepily at Zuko as he bowed his head slightly.

"Goodnight, Zuko," she called.

He glanced at her, before his eyes dropped to the ground. She could just barely make out a faint smile, but he had an air of melancholy about him. "Goodnight, Katara."

He was acting so strange. It was another mystery that she would have to figure out come morning. For now, she was to tired, and followed her mother inside. Her families sleeping bags were all piled together in the middle, and Katara blinked. She'd forgotten they all slept together. She was so used to having her own room and bed...

She pushed the thoughts away. Sleep was already dragging at her eyes, so she climbed into her sleeping bag, the polar leopard lining itching her skin a bit. It was so different from the silky sheets of her bed in the Fire Nation....

The excitement of the day let her fall into a fitful sleep.

Come morning, she woke early. She blinked, squirming a little, having so little room to move with her family crowded around her. Climbing out of her sleeping bag, she moved to where their coats were set. Someone had tucked her red koala sheep coat into the back, and put a blue polar leopard one in its place.

Grabbing the koala sheep coat, she pulled it on and moved towards the door. She pulled on her Fire Nation boots, tucking her warm puffy pants into them. Pushing the door flap aside, she stepped out into the crisp morning air. The sun was just rising, and the village felt almost deserted, it was so quiet.

It didn't matter to Katara. Zuko would surely be up on the ship.

Heading to the village wall, she slipped through the gate, turning towards where the ship had docked the day before. For a minute, she blinked, looking out towards the water. In the distance, she could see a faint trail of smoke.

The ship was gone, and Zuko had left her behind.

Next

#fanfic idea #atla #avatar the last airbender #zuko #fanfic #katara #zutara #wip

[pianocat939]

tw//suggested domestic abuse

May I request a yandere rise tmnt with a reader who's in a toxic/abusive relationship they're trying to get out of? Maybe they go to the yan for advice/help or the yan finds evidence of the abuse? Thank you and don't feel any pressure if this isn't something you're comfortable with!

(Have a Yan Leo edit cuz I felt bad not having a banner)

Ah another day of writing yan turtles reaction to MC having trauma-

Ok so I was originally going to do one with all of them and then I thought that would make more writing messy (especially on the time crunch I'm on) so I decided to do a small little piece with Mikey and Leo, since I think those two match well together in terms of yan traits (ngl they're opposites but in an odd way it works out).

Tw: mentions of toxic relationships, some perhaps uncomfortable touching (it's just clinging onto the arm and shoulder), read with caution please-

Indulgent Glorification

Mikey and Leo were playing games in the arcade, with the pair competing against each other on who would get the new high score yet. So far, Mikey was winning: to Leo's dismay. The arcade lights glowed onto their faces, making their expressions look more dramatic than it already is.

"Oh, Leo~! Guess who's about to take the new highscore~?" Mikey teased in a sing-song voice, not taking his eyes off the screen not once; not letting himself slip from losing the chance of having bragging rights. His hands gripped the controllers tightly, almost to the point if he put any more pressure, the contraption would surely break.

Leo huffed and his eyebrow muscles furrowed more, intent on claiming the win right before his younger sibling did. He smirked cockily, "Oh just wait little 'Angelo, I will beat you so hard you'll want to hide in your shell out of embarrassment!" He presses his fingers down on the buttons harsher, his fingertips burning from the pressure of his jamming.

Just then, a voice interrupts them from their gameplay, "Hey guys...Can I ask your opinion on something?" They stood at the entrance of the arcade area, their body language looking anxious, fearful even.

As soon as Mikey noticed their nervous form his face immediately contorted into a worried frown and he rushes up to them, putting a hand on their shoulder. "Are you ok? What happened?" The game he was playing with Leo was long forgotten, with his entire attention solely on the person who entered, Y/n. His entire mind was swirling with panic for his divinity.

"Wait hey-" Leo swore as he also lost the game, with both him and Mikey not being able to beat the high score. He then stood up and sauntered over to the other two, his face relaxed but holding a serious vibe. "What can me and my hermano help you with bab- I mean mi amigo?"

As the troubled person started to speak of their agonizing experiences with their significant other, the two brothers couldn't help but become more bitter and concerned with every word that flows into their minds. They wanted to take revenge on this disgusting bug, they wanted to murder them so brutally that they would wish they never even thought of speaking and doing such horrible actions.

"So, what do you think I should do with them?" They ask, their head tilted to the side slightly in hopes they would get an answer they could work with to get out of the torturous situation.

"Well, I think telling them your thoughts and feelings is one thing if you haven't already done that. Then proceed to state of you want to split because their behaviour is just something you can't deal with," Mikey replied in an honest statement, using his knowledge of emotional intelligence. He was going to make sure this process was as least painful as possible for his beloved divinity. He clung to their arm to provide them with some comfort, and also for his own self-indulgence.

"And what if they don't let you leave? Or threaten to do something if you do?" Their tone became more dreadful as they spoke, revealing their extreme uneasiness of the situation.

"Leave them. And if they try to do anything, we got your back." Following his words, Leo pats their back, occasionally stealing a little caress with his finger. His demeanour then changes, back to his cocky self, except in a darker atmosphere than his usual attitude. "Look, if you ever need help from them, you can always come to me. I'll always be here, always." His eyes widened slightly at his words, making his smile more maniacal.

Mikey tightens his grip on their arm, nodding to Leo's words. "Yeah, if you ever need something from us, we're always here to help you. It's my duty as your friend, your best friend." His tone slowly transformed into something stern, almost possessive-sounding if one were to listen carefully.

The two turtles were practically clinging onto them now, with an unhinged glint in their eyes.

And just like that, from a toxic relationship, they walk into a bloody, obsessed, friendship romance with the turtles.

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I cranked this out in an hour, so it isn't really polished, but I hope it suffices- (I forgot I had to do an assignment before tomorrow morning so I decided to do this real quick-)

- Celina

#rottmnt #tmnt #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #yandere #yandere x reader #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #Tmnt 2018

[shimmerwindow]

I Never Really

Part Seventeen

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Angst, mentions of violence, brief allusion to suicidal thoughts

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You awoke with an uneasy feeling in your chest. Something didn’t feel quite right, though you couldn’t put your finger on what, exactly. Maybe it was the fact that the daily good morning text from Sam you’d gotten used to wasn’t there. He hadn’t even told you when he’d gotten home last night, like he usually did. You were a bit anxious thinking about it, and the feeling only got worse when he wasn’t there to walk you to class.

By the end of the day, you were starting to feel genuinely nervous. You’d texted him a few times, with no response. He didn’t even read the messages. The sun set, and rose the next morning, with still no sign of Sam. Those nerves turned to a knot of pure anxiety in your stomach. You considered going down to his floor and knocking on his door, but decided against it. That seemed to cross some imaginary line in your mind – after all, it's not like you were dating the man. Maybe he’d been hit with a sudden deadline, maybe his phone was broken, maybe maybe maybe.

The sun was starting to set once again when you felt your phone vibrating on the bed next to you. You grabbed at it so quickly you felt a little embarrassed, turning it over to see the screen. An incoming call from Jake. Your stomach dropped through the floor and your palms started to sweat – something must be wrong. Jake hadn't called or texted you for weeks now.

You answered the call. “Hey, what's up?” You struggled to keep your voice from shaking.

“You’re at home, right?” Jake’s voice seemed equally strained.

“Yeah, why? What’s going on?”

“I’m outside. Come downstairs.”

You stumbled out of bed, grabbing your keys and your coat with shaking fingers. “Why? Have you heard from Sam? He hasn’t texted me all day–”

“He’s fine. But we need to talk.”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, worries and relief all at once. “I’ll be down in a minute.”

He didn’t even say goodbye before hanging up the phone. You felt incredibly far away from your body as you speed-walked to the elevator, and down to the lobby. His car was out there, idling in the parking lot. You watched the steady plume of steam crawling from the exhaust be whisked away by the wind as your feet crunched over the snow and ice.

You barely had the door closed before he was driving off, down a road you’d been on once before. You knew immediately, he was taking you to the place you’d last been with him. Glancing at him, you noticed a reddish bruise along the curve of his cheekbone. It looked fresh, the spot under his eye still a bit swollen, marred with the same color. You were thoroughly trembling by the time he finally parked the car.

“So!” he began, his voice loud enough to make you jump, though you were already on edge. “Care to tell me what the deal is with you and Sam?”

Your mouth went dry, and you were suddenly dangerously nauseous. “What do you mean?” Your voice wavered.

“Please, for the love of god, don’t play dumb.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, as if you were already giving him a headache.

“We’re–” you swallowed thickly around a lump in your throat. “We’re talking.”

“Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes at you, slinging an arm over the steering wheel and turning his body to face you. “Talking? That’s the narrative you’re going to feed me?”

“I just mean, talking as in, like…” you couldn’t continue. You couldn’t quite place what about this conversation was making you so nervous. Jake seemed to cast some sort of aura, one that could so easily impact your mental state. When he was pissed, you could feel it, even without words. But you didn’t have anything to hide. It hadn’t been a secret, though you and Sam had been rather conservative in front of the family. Out of respect, or to hide it, you weren’t sure.

“As in, you’re fucking, right?” Jake said it as more of a statement than a question.

“Well…yeah.” He’d shown you more than enough times that there was no point in trying to hide anything from him. “But I don’t think that’s–”

“Not my business?” He smiled at you, though there was not a glimpse of humor in that flash of teeth. “As if it wasn’t me and you long before him.”

“Why are you so mad? It's been months since the last time. And–”

“And I wasn’t as important, hm?” He turned his palms up in a half-shrug.

“That's not true.” You lowered your voice, averting your gaze. You didn’t actually know if it was true or not. Jake, at the end of the day, had only been a placeholder. A seat-filler, someone to take the place of the one man you thought you couldn't have. It had meant something, but not all that much.

"So, let me get this straight–"

"Jake," you huffed, interrupting him. "Can you just slow down? What the hell is all this even about?" The pieces were starting to fall into place, although your mind would not allow you to even glimpse at the full picture. "Sorry if you heard me and Sam fucking in his room, or something, but you didn't have to drive me all the way out here to scold me for it."

"Alright, alright." He held his hands up in mock surrender. "Let's start at the top. You were with me, now you're with him."

"I haven't been with either of you."

"Sorry, you were fucking me, now you're fucking him. And I don't appreciate that all too much."

You rasped out a sigh, your stress over Sam boiling over into anger, now. "You don't get to dictate who I choose. That's not how this works. Sam already figured that out, seems like you need the same lesson."

"You're misunderstanding me. It's not that, it's because it's him."

"What do you mean?" You shook your head, already exhausted with this discussion.

“So I was just some springboard to get you closer to Sam, right? Just your launch point to reach him.”

“Jake,” you sighed. “It's not that serious. Plus, I didn’t think what me and you had was all that important to you.”

“And why would you think that?”

“Seems like every time I see you, you've got someone new in tow.” You were struggling to contain your anger at this point. “Don’t try to tell me I was anything different than your flavor of the week.”

“It was important, though. And you were the only one…” the anger in his voice faltered a bit. “You were the only one for a while. Until I figured you’d gotten bored.”

“You’re making quite the fuss over a whole two nights, Jake.”

“Two of the best nights of my life, actually.”

It felt like a line he'd said to many girls before you. “Either way, it was twice,” you sighed. “Let it go.”

“We're losing the point here,” he said. “I told you I wouldn’t play a part in some jealousy game. And you played me regardless.”

“Jake, I didn’t–”

“It was all just to piss him off, wasn’t it?” His jaw was set, and his teeth bit at the inside of his cheek between sentences. You’d never seen him angry like this. “I don’t appreciate being played like some chess piece in your feud with him. Even if it ended well for you.”

“Please, just listen to me! It wasn’t like that, okay?” You were growing exasperated. “Maybe I had some ulterior motives, but if I did, it wasn’t on purpose. I wouldn’t have fucked you at all if…” you trailed off, stopping yourself before you could finish. You’d just dug yourself another hole.

“If you’d thought you had a chance with him? So I was just the backup? Next best thing?” He shook his head, his eyes looking out at the snow-covered overlook.

“As if I didn’t just happen to be the one easy girl in the room at that Halloween party.”

“You might think I’m just some kind of…womanizer, or something, but you’ve got me all wrong, angel. I liked you. I really liked you. Despite my better judgment, I still do. For you, not for the way you look, like you seem to think.”

“But you didn’t love me.”

"Does Sam love you?"

That question was one you hadn't expected to hear from his lips. You were certain of the answer, despite never having heard it directly from Sam. Every one of his actions was drenched in his love for you. "Of course he does." You said it with complete conviction.

He paused, turning his gaze back to you and letting his hands fall into his lap. “And what if I did too?”

You could feel the magnitude of those words shake through you like an earthquake. He didn’t. He doesn’t. “But you don’t.”

“Love is a strong word,” he sighed. “My feelings for you wouldn’t be correctly described with a word of such weight. But it was certainly more than just thinking you’re hot. Which is why I’m not pleased you made me a victim of your game.”

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you.” It felt like he was talking you in circles, with no clear goal to his lecturing. “I'm sorry. I fucked up. I shouldn’t have slept with you when I knew how complicated the situation was, and when I knew Sam was the one I wanted the most. I just didn’t think it would end this way.”

“Neither did I.”

“Can we just…forget this? Leave it in the past? And can you please just keep it to yourself?”

“That's the other thing we need to talk about. Too late for that."

Those last four words made you feel like you’d just stepped off a cliff. Your body went numb, your ears ringing yet the world going eerily silent. “What?”

“He knows.”

You opened your mouth, finding the words caught in your throat for a moment. He stared at you in silence, waiting patiently. “No he doesn't,” you said softly.

“I told him.”

You had to fight the urge to reach across the center console and claw his eyes out. After all that talk of how much he liked you, he was more than willing to fuck up the once nice thing you'd ever had in your life. “Jake.” You drew in a shaky breath, trying to keep a level head as rage threatened to overtake you completely. “Why would you tell him? What did you say?” A part of you prayed he was lying, just trying to gauge your reaction as some kind of sick test.

“I wanted him to back off. I'll be honest, I didn’t realize it was so serious between the two of you. I thought he was trying to steal you.”

“Steal me?!” You screamed it at him, finally snapping. “When you– as if I even– god, what the fuck is wrong with you?!”

With every word, his eyes widened a bit, and he shrunk further against his side of the car. “Maybe if you’d told me he was the one you actually wanted, I would’ve never–”

“Was it not fucking obvious?” You ran your fingers through your hair, pulling at the roots, your bottom lip starting to quiver.

“Not to me!” He bit back. “Not to anyone else but the two of you!”

“And that’s why I haven't seen or heard from him for the past two days, right? Right, Jake?”

He shrugged. “Probably.”

“I hope you’re happy.” You jabbed a finger at him, inches away from his face. “I hope this is everything you were hoping for.” Tears welled up in your eyes, and you didn’t bother even attempting to choke them back.

“You’re the one who decided to hook up with me,” he said, gently pushing your hand away from him. “Were you just planning on hiding it forever?”

“I was going to tell him on my own time,” you hissed. “I wanted to be delicate about it. I’m guessing you just screamed it in his face like an insult.”

“Not quite.”

“Did he give you that?” You pointed to the bruise along his cheekbone. “Did he beat the shit out of you for me?”

“Would it make you feel better if he did?”

“I fucking hate that, you know. When you answer my questions with a question.”

“To be honest with you, angel, I don’t really care.” There was a bitter edge to his words now.

“I hate you.” When it left your mouth, you expected to regret it, but you didn’t. Not even a little bit. In this moment, you meant it.

“Good. I deserve it.”

"When did you tell him? What did you say?"

"A couple days ago. Just asked him to back off, and he snapped on me."

You didn’t want to hear another word, your tolerance for him already past its breaking point. You flipped up the hood on your coat, hooking your fingers around the door handle.

"Hey now, hold on–” He reached for you as you made your way out of the car, trudging away from him through the snow. He got out after you, calling your name. “You can’t walk from here!” He shouted at you. “It’s too cold out! You’ll freeze to death!”

“I don’t care!” You called back, not slowing down even as the bitterly cold air whipped against your skin. It was brutal, but you figured you could make it. You heard his car door close behind you, and you kept walking. At this point, you really didn't care.

The mental numbness wore off within a few steps, and it all crashed down on you piece by piece, as if you were slowly being buried by an avalanche. He had ruined everything for you. You felt so fucking stupid, thinking you'd had something worth keeping with this group of brothers. You looked to the horizon, to the dark swell of the road and the mounds of snow pushed aside by the plows. You probably couldn't make it, but you didn't care. With any luck, the snow and wind would swallow you up, and you would cease to exist on this planet anymore. Maybe that would be for the better – none of this would hurt you if you'd never been born at all.

His car started up, and his tires crunched across the snow towards you. You wouldn’t look at him when he slowed to your walking pace and rolled his window down.

“Get in the damn car.”

“No.” You still wouldn't look at him, feeling like a defiant child.

“It’s at least five miles back home. You’re not walking all that way. Get in.”

You knew you couldn’t make it back. But some part of you was too prideful, too ashamed of your own mistakes, too hell-bent on disappearing into the snow to never return, to get back in his car. Even as the wind battered every inch of exposed skin, your fingers nearly numb, you didn’t care. You figured you deserved this, for putting this family through such hell.

He called your name again, more stern this time, in a tone that actually made you stop. “You’re bleeding, by the way. Get in.”

You hadn’t realized, in all your anger, you'd been digging your nails far too hard into your palm, scratching at the half-healed scab there. A single droplet of blood ran down to your fingertip, and you watched it land in the snow, spreading out along the ice beneath. Your tears were nearly frozen to your cheeks when you finally looked at him. It was a look of agony that he gave you, more expression on that face than you’d ever seen before. And it hit you that he didn’t want this, either. Both of you had been trapped. Caught in a place you didn’t want to be in, stuck between two hells. Whichever path both of you had decided to take, it wouldn’t have ended well.

Considering the severity of the bruise blossomed along Jake’s cheek, Sam likely wouldn’t have taken the news well, even if it was from your mouth. Sure, it would have been a more peaceful resolution than flying fists, but you doubted he would be able to forgive you. It was a mistake, a slip-up you should have never made, but it broke many fundamental rules these men seemed to live by. You hadn't really been able to comprehend it at the time – the weight of fucking your crush’s older brother. Put so simply, it seemed like an awful thing for you to choose to do.

“I didn’t want this,” Jake said, his voice wavering. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry.”

“Why can’t I just be happy?” You asked, to nobody in particular. “Is this really what I deserve?”

“No. I'm…not happy about any of this, either. But I don’t want you to be damn near killing yourself over it.”

You couldn't think of anything more to say, falling silent as your chest heaved with labored sobs. You stood motionless as you heard his door open and close, and his footsteps on the snow in front of you. The toes of his shoes appeared in your gaze.

“I can’t fix this for you. But I can make it a little easier.”

“How?” You asked, the word exploding from your chest in a gasp.

“I don’t know yet.”

His hand settled on your shoulder, and you felt no need to push him away. He’d fucked up, but in the end, he was right. You were the one who’d decided to sleep with him. You couldn’t blame him for the outcome of your own bad decisions. You couldn’t have possibly expected all of these lies and secrets to hold themselves together forever.

Without thinking, you fell against him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face into his neck, reveling for just a moment in that familiar scent of vanilla. Sobs wracked your body as you hung off of him, wetting his jacket with a torrent of tears. He said nothing more, only holding you gently and allowing you all the time in the world to cry.

“I don’t hate you,” you choked out between gulps of frigid air.

“I know.”

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[yankstrash]

what if meels missed an important event or game that she promised to be at and it starts a fight between them

she wanted to be at his game, she really did. however, she had an important exam monday morning and despite her studying for it all week, amelia was still unsure she understood the material. so as much as she didn't want to, she stayed home from the game vs boston university to study.

it was a very last minute decision. she fully intended on putting her studies aside for a few hours to go to gabes game, which she knew was extremely important because they were playing their rival, but when 4 o'clock came and her head was still buried in her books, she ultimately made the decision to stay home.

she hadn't seen her boyfriend yet today, intending to meetup with him at the arena right after the game. gabe was already at the arena for warm ups, so there wasn't much else she could do besides send him a text that she wasn't coming and hoped he'd see it before taking the ice so when he looked up in the stands and didn't see her, no panic would occur.

from: meels 💗

"hi baby, i'm really sorry but i need to stay back tonight and study :( i know you really wanted me at this game, i know it's important but i'm in a crunch. i'll be cheering you on from my desk with the game on my phone, kick ass!!!! i love you, see you later ❤️"

she waited for a reply, but never got one. that made her anxious because gabe was already nervous about the game seeing as it's so important, and she did not want to add to his anxiety by him not seeing her in the stands. unfortunately, there was nothing else she could do. she texted him, and whether or not he sees it before taking the ice is out of her control.

hours went by and suddenly it was 10 pm when amelia finally decided to call it a night on studying.

wait.

it was 10 pm.

shit.

she hadn't looked at the time since she put her phone down after texting gabe

gabe..

the game...

shit....

she completely forgot to even turn it on and watch it.

any of it.

she missed the entire game after blowing off going.

she quickly reached for her phone and opened her espn app to check the score.

boston college lost 5-1.

shittttttt.

gabe never responded to her text earlier. amelias heart sunk at the thought of this all. she was about to send him another text when there was a knock on her bedroom door.

she voiced a "come in" and in walked her boyfriend with messy, wet shower hair and a less than pleased look on his face.

she weakly smiled when she saw him and got up to give him a hug.

"hi baby." she said as she wrapped her arms around his torso.

even in his worst moments, gabe always gave her a tight hug back. however, she could barely feel his arms around her as he hugged her back, if you could even call it a hug.

she rested her chin on his chest and looked up at him. "tough game?" she asked, trying to keep light of the situation.

gabes face showed zero emotion as he said, "not at all. we only got our asses kicked by our rivals in the most important game so far this season and my girlfriend blew off coming barely 2 hours before puck drop after she promised me she'd be there. but no, it was a great game meels!"

amelia did not miss the sarcasm laced in his voice. but there was something else there too.

hurt.

amelia sighed as she kept her lips in a tight line.

"baby, i'm sorry. i am sorry, i really wanted to be there, i did and i was planning on going but-"

"but you just couldn't put anything else aside for a mere 3 hours to come support me in a big moment. i get it." gabe said as he released his arms from around her and sat down on her bed.

she knew he was upset, and he had every right to be, but the cheap shots he was taking were not gonna slide with amelia. he's acting like she didn't care one bit and-

"please tell me you at least watched the game here?" gabe interrupted her thoughts.

amelia went stiff at his question, and her reddening cheeks and lack of response was gabes answer.

he pursed his lips and nodded his head before shaking it.

"so you couldn't even watch it either? seriously amelia?"

oh he was upset.

the use of her full name was a dead give away.

"gabe, baby, i'm sorry, okay? i intended to go to the game and when i decided i couldn't i intended on watching it but-"

"you mean decided what your priorities were."

this comment made amelias blood boil.

yes, her priority was school. her priority will always be school. that's why she's here in the first place, isn't it? amelia has always done her very best at prioritizing school, the reason she is here, while also making time for gabe and being in a healthy, thriving relationship.

she has one slip up and suddenly he's eating away at her for it?

not fair.

"okay, i let you get away with quite a few jabs there but that one i'm not gonna let slide." amelia said as she went and stood right in front of gabe with her hands on her hips.

"yes, school is my priority, gabe, but that does not mean you aren't also one. unfortunately tonight i had to put one in front of the other and ultimately it had to be the one that you don't like and i apologize if that hurts you but it is what it is, honey."

the couple stared at each other for a few moments before someone spoke up.

"i can deal with my girlfriend missing a game and i can deal with her not being upfront about it to my face even though she knows how important it is, but i am very upset that you still made no effort to even turn it on while you were here and all i get is a lousy text 2 fucking hours beforehand saying you won't be there. that made me feel like shit, meels."

amelia threw her hands up as she said, "at least i told you! i could've blown you off completely. and as i was trying to say earlier before you cut me off, i had every intention to turn it on while i was studying but i got caught up and it just didn't happen and i'm sorry! but it's one game, gabe! one! you can't punish me for that when this is literally the first game of yours i have missed since we started dating!!"

gabe sighed heavily at her words, turning his head to not look at her before pinching the bride of his nose in frustration.

"i texted you early enough so you could at least see it before you took the ice. did you not see my text until after the game?" she asked in a calmer tone.

gabe chuckled slightly and crossed his arms over his chest as he said, "oh i saw it before the game."

that made amelias head spin with frustration.

"so you just decided not to answer and leave me here worrying that you'd panic right before your game about not seeing me in the stands?"

"i decided not to answer because i was pissed off." he says bluntly.

she was about to respond when gabe spoke up again. "and i know it was only one game and i know it's the first one you've ever missed, that's not why i'm upset. it was the game. if you had missed every other game this year and only came to this one i would've been less upset than i am now. but amelia you know how big of a game this was and how badly i wanted- no, how badly i needed you there! and you promised me you'd come! i'm trying so fucking hard not to sound like a selfish asshole right now because i know school is your priority, but fuck baby i really needed you there for me tonight and you weren't and the whole game was shit and the very last thing i was hoping for to make this whole thing not as bad was that you would've at least watched the game, but you didn't! the very least you could've done after breaking your promise and blowing me off! at least then i would've felt like you didn't completely not care."

at this point amelia was on the verge of tears at how upset her boyfriend was.

he wasn't mad.

he wasn't annoyed.

he was upset. really, really upset.

upset because he felt like he was completely placed on the back burner tonight despite voicing the importance of tonight and how badly he wanted his girlfriends support.

and he would've accepted the bare minimum, and she couldn't even deliver that.

would gabe have been this upset if the game had gone their way and they would have won? probably not, he probably would be going a little easier on her, but considering they got crushed by their rivals at home on top of everything else, she understood his meltdown.

amelia sighed as she put her head in her hands, trying so hard not to cry.

she didn't want gabe to think she was crying so he would crumble and comfort her at the sight of her tears, because if anything she should be the one comforting him right now.

she went and sat next to him on the bed. he let out a sigh as he looked over at her.

"i'm gonna get this out of the way and say i'm not gonna apologize for staying back to study. sorry, but i'm never going to apologize for putting school first. however, i do apologize for how upset i made you and i understand that you feel like i let you down and that i couldn't even give you the bare minimum for something i did promise to do and knew how important it was to you. you're right, i should've at least watched and i should've been more on top of that instead of getting distracted. and yes, i could've taken a break and driven the 10 minutes to the arena to tell you face to face because i know how important tonight was to you, but i didn't and i let you down and i am sorry."

for the first time since he got here, gabe tightly wrapped his arm around amelias shoulder and pulled her into him. she couldn't hold herself together anymore as she began to let tears slip out and fall onto his sweatshirt.

"i am never gonna be so selfish and sink as low as to ask you to prioritize me over school. i don't blame you for not apologizing for that, i would never expect you to. however, i do feel a bit let down that you didn't give me minimum effort for something so important and something that is my priority."

amelia nodded her head on gabes shoulder, understanding his point of view.

"i'm sorry i let you down and broke my promise. i never intended to do either of those things, but everything just got overwhelming and you ended up getting hurt by it and i'm so sorry, baby." amelia said, finally looking at gabe.

gabe pursed his lips as he said, "it's okay, princess. the game happened and now it's over and it's time to move past it. however, i am going to be selfish here and plead for your presence at the rest of our home games because genuinely, i need you there. i don't care how pathetic it sounds, i need your support with me meels. i am not my best without you."

amelia smiled and nodded her head, agreeing to that.

"i can make that work. and to make it up to you, i will be at the game when you play BU away. no matter what's going on, i will be there. i promise, and i'm not breaking it this time, or ever again."

amelia thought about that statement before revising it.

"well, if i have to break it i promise to put more than bare minimum effort in to make up for it."

gabe smiled at her, pulling her in closer to place a kiss on her head.

"works for me, baby."

#princess!gf x gabe perreault #g + m imagines !

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Ivy & Stone, Chapter Thirteen: A Lovely Bride She'll Be

pairing: victorian au!frankie morales x oc (florence bell) / victorian au!javi gutiérrez x florence bell

rating: E (18+ only, angst, jealousy, one mention of being drunk, not gonna list any other warning so i don’t spoil anything but if you’ve been reading this far, it’s just more of the usual shit!)

wc: 8.4k

a/n: so much here to digest, please do not be afraid to screech in my ask box 🫶🏼 i am screeching too

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While the Bell family carried on with planning and arranging Anna’s engagement dinner, Frankie fell right back into what he knew best: tending to the garden.

Poppy sat outside with him in the uncharacteristic English sun for as long as she could stand it, but eventually made her way back inside the house to carry on with Lady Elizabeth, Anna, and Maribel, the women all taking a quick liking to her in a way that made Frankie feel all the more insecure. It was his status and his status alone that made him an exile here, cast aside as nothing more than a tool to make their estate look as nice as they considered themselves. Although truthfully, he didn’t mind making himself useful and his appearances scarce. He’d all but made up his mind that his proposal to Poppy had been a terrible mistake and didn’t wish to face her anymore than he had to.

It was around midday when a carriage came rolling in, its wooden wheels crunching along the gravel as it neared the estate. He knew who it must be, the final members of the Bell family coming to offer their congratulations to Anna and Andrew. Setting down his hedge trimmers in the tiny workshop that his entire affair with Florence started, he rushed over to the water spicket to rinse his hands and forearms clean before disappearing back to his cottage for a proper bath, knowing that tonight was the big dinner—a dinner he was shockingly invited to, surely all in thanks to Joseph Bell.

With every step he took towards his cottage, he could feel his heart racing in his clammy palms, his thoughts spinning enough to make him sick, the anticipation of seeing Florence after so long—and so much—finally settling in. He tried to keep his breathing steady, but couldn’t control his shaking hands as he took his suspenders off one at a time, his eyes a blank stare ahead at the pond behind his cottage. Stripping himself down to nothing, he stepped in the cold water and let it shock his nervous system, washing away every anxious thought and sickening worry. He let himself sink beneath the water, cooling his heated cheeks and wetting his sweaty curls, before surfacing again with a deep gasp for air.

Just mind your own. She won’t even notice you. She may not even look at you…may not even remember you.

Somehow the thought of being in the same room with her and her ignoring him like a stranger or a ghost made him even sicker.

To say that Florence had been giving Javi the cold shoulder would be an understatement. The entire ride from Swalley to the countryside just north of London was silent, aside from Leo’s occasional questioning about the passing sights.

Something about his distance the night prior had turned her feelings a bit sour. She hated his constant insistence to shield her from the world already, but there was something in his eyes that told her that this was something new, like he was shielding his thoughts from her. She was no longer this precious thing he wanted to protect, and instead of feeling relief over that fact, she was hit with the harsh realization of why that was. He now saw her as something to fear, or something too dangerous to hold close.

“Are we close?” Leo asked Florence, his eyes trained on her as she simply stared out of the window, giving no signs of even hearing him.

Javi cleared his throat, glancing at Florence before turning to the little boy. “Yes, just a few more miles.”

“I cannot wait to see everyone,” Leo gushed, a wide grin on his face as he continued trying to get a response from his sister, going as far as knocking his boot against hers. She finally looked at him with a jerk, her eyes lost as she met his eyes before quickly glancing at Javi and finding him already staring. “Have you decided to stay at home, Flo?”

Florence’s eyes turned stern as she kept them locked on Javi’s and replied, “Yes, I think I will.”

“I thought we were going to stay at my family’s home, my love?” Javi said, his brows furrowed.

“No, I would feel much more comfortable in my old bedroom,” Florence replied, her tone flat as she spoke to him.

Javi nodded, his lips pursing into a flat line as he accepted her coldness as though he expected it.

“Whatever you’d like, Florence,” he said, turning his gaze to the window.

She watched him for a moment, her heart breaking slightly at this sudden shift that seemed irreparable. Could she ever really spend the rest of her life proving that she was a friend and not an enemy, that she loved him as she said she did, that she was perfectly content…most of the time, at least? No, she thought. She’d grow to despise his insecurity and turn even colder than she already was. Looking down at the ring on her finger, she suddenly felt all of its weight, the urge to pluck it off rising high in her throat until she was forced to sigh and leave it be for now.

“Frankie, my love. You look dashing.” Poppy was in her dinner gown, a soft blue number with gold detailing down the skirt, her golden hair done up in an elaborate braid with two delicate curls framing either side of her face. Frankie felt she looked right here, like she was born for this world, and he supposes she technically had been.

He, however, couldn’t help like he was wearing a costume of sorts, his coat and vest suffocating him even more than the tension in the air as the family stood around the first floor awaiting the arrival of Florence, Javi, and Leo.

“Thank you, as do you,” he managed softly, hating how formal he felt he had to be around the person he was expected to spend the rest of his life with.

“Mr. Morales,” Joseph Bell walked over with two glasses of red wine in hand, offering one to Frankie. “Pardon me, Miss Poppy. Could I steal your fiance for a moment?”

“As long as you bring him back,” she joked with a winning smile, watching as the men walked off into a lone parlor together, Joseph shutting the door behind him for extra privacy.

“Florence is coming tonight,” Joseph said, taking a seat in the chaise by the window while Frankie remained standing by the fireplace. “How are you feeling?”

“I haven’t given much thought to it,” Frankie lied poorly, earning a hearty chuckle from his employer.

“If that isn’t the most blatant lie you’ve ever told,” he said. “Be honest with me, now.”

“I feel as though at any moment my heart is going to give out,” he confessed with a small, weak laugh. “Is this normal?”

“You know, when I was younger, I was in a position much like my niece’s. I fell in love with a girl from the country, no money, no land, nothing. And though I must acknowledge my hardships were lessened on account of my sex, I was threatened by my parents when I informed them of my plans to marry her that I’d be disowned and cut out of any inheritance I had claim to,” Joseph said, taking a more sympathetic tone.

“Are your intentions to remind me of why it is clear I must leave her be? Because I assure you, I have not forgotten for a moment,” Frankie said, sipping his wine before taking a seat in the armchair across from Joseph.

“No, my intentions are to convince you to follow your heart,” he said, smiling gently at him. “I followed mine and left the country with her to start anew, and although she left me far sooner than I would’ve hoped the Lord would’ve called, I cannot tell you that a single bit of me regrets choosing love. Look at everything that became of me, all that I’ve gotten on my own. There is no reason the two of you can’t find that, as well. Especially if you return to America with me and run the landscaping company I intend to start.”

“You’re serious?” Frankie asked, his brows knitting together. “You want me to run a company of yours?”

“I do,” he smiled. “Me and my wife never got to have any children, but I see something of a son in you, Mr. Morales. I’d like all of my companies to eventually go to you, and whatever family you start.”

“And if I choose Poppy?”

“My offer will remain,” he said. “Poppy will make a perfectly lovely wife, but I know you know deep in your heart that you will never love her, at least not the way you’ve loved before.”

Florence swore she could hear her heart beating as she stepped out of the carriage to greet her family, her hand reluctantly resting on Javi’s until she was on solid ground. Javi remained at her side as they watched Leo run into his father’s arms, Lord Thomas scooping the boy up before setting him down again to fix his attention on his wife and daughter’s reunion.

“My, you’ve gotten darker,” Lady Elizabeth said as she stood in front of her daughter with a small smile. “Has France been very sunny?”

“It has,” Florence replied, her tone all-too cordial.

“Well, perhaps you’ve brought some of that sunlight with you,” she said, nodding at her daughter before moving her attention to Javi. “And you look well rested. I trust this vacation has all but secured an upcoming wedding date?”

“My love, we have plenty of time to discuss that later,” Lord Thomas interjected, inadvertently saving both Javi and Florence from having to vocalize the current state of their relationship. Instead, Florence was pulled into a tight embrace, her arms willingly squeezing her father back. “I’ve missed you, darling.”

“I’ve missed you too, father,” she hummed, closing her eyes to soak up his familiar warmth that she hadn’t realized she missed.

When Lord Thomas pulled away to corral everyone inside the home, Florence felt that weight on her ring finger again, her eyes fixed on the way her parents fawned over her fiancé while she could hardly even look him in the eye. Thankfully, it wasn’t long before she had something new to look at, a pale, bright, and pretty face with the bluest eyes she’d ever seen, hair as golden as the stars in the sky, a white-gloved hand resting upon her ex-lover’s arm.

Feeling her lips start to part from the shock of not only seeing Frankie standing in the dining room, but with a woman on his arm, Florence quickly composed herself and turned her eyes to her uncle as he approached her with a wide grin.

“Florence, my God, you’ve grown!” Florence forced a smile onto her face and welcomed him in for a tight embrace. “You need to visit me more often. I think you’d love New York.”

“I’m certain I would, only issue is getting there,” she said with a chuckle. “Between mother’s controlling nature and my own personal…circumstances, I’m not sure I’ll ever get to visit you.”

“Just stow away like your sister,” he suggested with a wink, earning a genuine laugh from her.

“Speaking of, where is the bride-to-be?” Florence asked, turning to look around the room for her younger sister and her mysterious love.

“I believe they are likely helping each other into their outfits for the night, judging by the noises I heard coming from Andrew’s room last night,” he whispered, causing Florence to gasp at the gossip.

“While our parents are around?” she asked in disbelief. “I cannot imagine Anna even speaking to a man let alone—“

“Hush, your mother is coming over here and I don’t wish to see the two of you come to blows this evening,” he smiled and turned to let Lady Elizabeth in on their conversation. “Hello, Lizzie. I was just getting reacquainted with the niece you’ve been keeping from me.”

“She’s far too busy with her engagement to visit you in dreary old America,” she scoffed before turning to her daughter. “Anyway, I’ve just come over to remind you that while we’ve invited someone from your past, that does not mean you have to interact with them.”

“Mother,” Florence sighed, feeling a headache come on. Joseph quickly intercepted a server to grab a glass of wine from their tray, handing it to his niece. “Thank you, Uncle.”

“Go take your seat, dinner will be served shortly,” Lady Elizabeth ordered with an eye roll, watching her daughter walk off to take her seat at the table across from Javi, neither of them looking at the other.

“Excuse me, I don’t believe we’ve met.” Florence turned to the soft voice sounding from over her shoulder, finding that pretty faced blonde from earlier sitting beside her. “I’m Poppy, Frankie’s fiancé.”

“Fiance?” Florence asked, trying to conceal the way her gut twisted with jealousy and anguish. Frankie appeared next to Poppy, taking his seat beside her without meeting Florence’s shocked eyes. “I wasn’t aware Mr. Morales had gotten engaged. Allow me to offer my congratulations.”

“Thank you,” Poppy beamed, oblivious to the tension on either side of her. “You must be Florence?”

“I am,” Florence nodded.

“I know so little about you unlike the rest of your siblings, so please, tell me a little about yourself,” Poppy rested her gloved hand on top of Florence’s, and though every primal instinct inside of her told her that this was her competition, she couldn’t bring herself to hate this woman simply because of her choice in fiance.

“Well, I love to read, I love being in the sun, I enjoy painting, although I’m not very good at it—“

“She is perfectly lovely,” Javi interjected, earning Florence’s eyes on his. “At everything.”

“Is this your fiancé?” Poppy asked Florence, earning a hesitant nod. “Congratulations to you as well, then!”

“Yes, thank you,” Florence managed before reaching for her glass of wine and downing it in one gulp before asking the server for another. “I have to make a visit to the powder room, but I’m sure my fiancé would love to have his brain picked at until I return.”

Watching Poppy laugh and turn to Javi, Florence stood up and turned to walk out of the dining room and up the stairs to the second floor, passing Anna and her fiancé on the way, although she did not stop to greet either of them. She seemed to be in a sort of catatonic state that left her ears ringing and heart beating so fast she worried that this was going to be the end for her.

Opening up her old bedroom door, she locked herself inside and instantly began to hyperventilate, her chest heaving as she paced around the room trying to concoct an exit plan to get her out of this living nightmare.

“Florence?” Anna’s voice sounded from the other side of the door, causing Florence to fall silent in hopes of her sister giving up and leaving her to stew in her dread. “I know you’re in there crying, let me in.”

“So you can laugh at me?” Florence called.

“Let me in,” Anna repeated herself. Florence sighed and wiped her eyes as she stomped over to the door to open it, seeing her sister’s face contorted with concern. “Oh, sister.” Florence was frozen as Anna pulled her into her arms and held her tight, unaccustomed to such affection from her. “I know this must be very difficult for you, seeing Frankie after everything.”

“It is,” Florence agreed earnestly, melting into the embrace once she realized how oddly nice it felt to be held by such an unlikely person. “But…that isn’t all that’s wrong.”

“What else is it? Poppy?” Anna asked, pulling away to shut the door behind her before walking Florence over to the chaise by the window.

“Well, yes,” Florence sighed. “But it’s more than that. It’s…it’s Javi and I.”

“Has something happened?”

“I fear too much has happened, that’s the issue,” she said, allowing Anna to lift her handkerchief to her eyes to dab away her tears. “He doesn’t trust me.”

“Even after all this time?” Anna frowned. “What else can you do? You’ve agreed to marry him, Frankie is engaged, what else could possibly stand in the way of your happiness?”

“He knows something that I’ve been trying to convince myself isn’t true,” Florence said, meeting her sister’s green eyes. “He knows I’ll always love Frankie more than him. Even in marriage, even if I have to watch him start a new life with that perfect woman downstairs—why did he have to choose someone so beautiful and kind? Couldn’t he have chosen someone at least a little bit unlikable?”

“Poppy is a sweet girl, but I can see clearly how much more she is in love with him than he is with her,” Anna said, resting her hand on Florence’s knee. “Besides, it isn’t like you chose someone unlikable. Frankie told me himself that the worst thing about Javi is how little there is to hate him for.”

“But I do,” Florence cried again, letting her face fall into her gloved hands.

“You don’t hate him,” Anna assured, rubbing her palm over her sister's shoulders.

“Perhaps I don’t hate him, but I cannot even look him in the eye without wondering when I will,” Florence replied. “It’s only a matter of time before we become his parents, living separate lives in separate homes, only seeing each other during the holidays. The thought alone makes me feel as though I’m doomed. And the only thing that is making me feel the least bit better is the fact that I know he feels this way, too. He may never admit it, he may always try to fight it or ignore it, but he knows.”

“Have you spoken to him?”

“Not since last night,” Florence said. “I came to his room—and do not judge me for this, because I have it on good authority that you’ve developed your own habit of sneaking into rooms—“ Anna laughed and nodded. “I came into his room in hopes of connecting, of reassuring him that although Frankie would be here, I did not care. But he turned me away and shut down entirely. He couldn’t look at me let alone touch me. I am a young, beautiful woman, Anna. I want a lover who will love me, touch me, look at me. I fear with him I’ll only ever get a passing glance.”

“Well,” she said, sighing. “What are we to do about this then?”

“What do you mean?” Florence chuckled dryly.

“I’m aware I haven’t always been the most sensitive person, but love has changed me. I can now see the difference in a person when they’re in love and when they aren’t. Everything about them becomes lighter, easier, you can see their happiness glowing in their eyes. And you, my sister, have not been glowing for a long, long time.”

“How do I fix this? Mother will disown me—“

“To hell with mother and what she wants,” Anna said. “What do you want?”

“I want…to be happy,” Florence shrugged and felt a tear slip down her cheek. “I want to not have to sit beside Frankie and his bride to be and pretend that it doesn’t kill me. I want to travel and see the world without a male chaperone. I want…to be able to choose my own life.”

“Then you need to tell Javi,” she said, offering a sympathetic smile. “Everything else will come after.”

“I cannot tell him tonight, it would ruin your engagement dinner.”

“Trust me, having a dinner with our family is the only thing ruining my engagement dinner, but if you don’t want to do it tonight, that is your choice. We can send Javi home after dinner and you can take the night to figure out what you want to say and do tomorrow.”

Florence nodded and wiped the remainder of her tears away.

“But for now, we must go down before mother throws a fit,” Anna smiled and stood up, holding her hand out for Florence. “Just a few hours and you’ll be free to wallow.”

“Did love really turn you into someone I like?” Florence teased, earning a pinch to her side.

“I can go back to the mean sister you used to have if you want.”

“No, no. I like this Anna much better.”

If the charade of dressing up like one of these high society monsters wasn’t enough to make Frankie feel sick, Florence’s presence surely did it.

She was sat so close to him that he was forced to smell her familiar perfume, had to hear her whispering to her uncle who sat beside her about her mother’s overly emotional speech to Anna and Andrew, and worst of all, had to witness every single glance between her and Javi, which thankfully was rare for some reason tonight. The only thing between their bodies was Poppy, and though he should have been glad for that space, he only felt trapped by it.

Once dinner ended and everyone began to migrate from the dining room to the main sitting room, Frankie found himself remaining in his seat, unsure of where he could go to alleviate himself of this burning ache to talk to her, to touch her, to engage with her.

“What are you doing sitting here all by yourself?” Poppy asked, walking up to where he sat and combing her fingers through his curls. “Come sit with me in the parlor.”

“I—“ Frankie started, shaking his head as he continued staring at his half-eaten plate of food. “I feel unwell. I think it would be better if I went back to my cottage.”

“It must’ve been something in the food,” she frowned. “Florence and Javi aren’t feeling well, either.”

Frankie swallowed his disgust at the thought of the two of them running off to be together.

“Poor Javi’s had to take his carriage back to his estate all alone,” she continued. “I can’t imagine taking a carriage ride with a nauseous stomach, especially when there’s no one there to tend to me. Though I suppose he’s got servants, hasn’t he?”

“Florence didn’t go with him?” he asked, turning to look at her.

“Of course not, they aren’t wed yet,” she giggled. “Unless you all have different customs than we do in America.”

“No, you’re right,” Frankie nodded. “I thought they’d already got married.”

“No,” Poppy said, giving him another pet. “Anyways, perhaps you should get to bed, then. I can walk you?”

“No,” he assured, shaking his head as he stood up. “I will be fine on my own, but thank you.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, cupping his face with her hand.

“Yes,” he nodded, forcing a smile. “I think I just need a bit of rest from all this travel and excitement.”

“I will see you for breakfast, then?”

Frankie only nodded in response, grabbing her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles before excusing himself quietly from the home.

By the time Frankie had made it back to his cottage in the woods, night had fallen and turned the entire area dark except for the clearing in the pond where he took a cold plunge earlier, the moonlight peeking in from overhead lighting up a feminine silhouette in a wash of midnight blue. He squinted at the figure as he stood near the door to his cottage, wondering if all those myths and legends he’d read about as a boy were in fact true and that a siren stood waiting to take his life.

“Hello?” he called, watching as the figure began to sink further into the water until only her head remained visible. When he parted his lips to speak again, his voice was less confident, terror beginning to creep in and take control of his body. “Hello?”

When no response came, he was forced to decide whether or not he should lock himself inside his old cottage and wait for this entity to consume him or approach it, and against all reason and logic, his feet began stepping towards the bank of the pond until he was mere feet from this shadow of a creature.

“Frankie,” a sob sounded, the shadow turning to face him. Frankie breathed a deep breath of relief at the sight of Florence’s face washed in the moonlight, but the minute he saw the sorrow in her eyes, his fear returned.

“Florence, have you gone mad?” he whispered, looking around for anyone who might see this odd interaction. “What are you doing? The water must be freezing.”

“I just wanted to take a swim,” she said, standing up in her soaked and now sheer slip, his eyes falling to her body before lifting again to meet her stare. “I forgot how cold it gets in the evening,” she continued, attempting to climb out of the pond only to stumble and fall back into the water. “I think I might be a bit drunk, as well.”

“Come here,” he sighed and walked to her, his pants getting soaked from the knee down as he reached to help her up and out of the pond, her skin ice cold. “You’re ice cold, come on.”

Frankie took his coat off and wrapped it around her shoulders as he guided her into his cottage, shutting and locking the door behind him.

“Give me a moment to light the fire,” he said, the sudden realization that this was their first interaction in nearly half a year dawning on him and turning him awkward. “You can, um, undress. I’ll keep my eyes—“

“I went from being desired by two of the most beautiful, good men in England to being shunned by both,” she said, her tone dark as she chuckled. “Have I really aged so poorly in the last year?”

“Florence,” Frankie sighed, keeping his back turned to her until he heard the wet slap of her slip against the floor. “I have spare clothes in the basket next to—“

“The bed, yes, I’m familiar,” she snapped.

Frankie clenched his jaw as he watched the flame ignite in the hearth, his head shaking as he tried to gather the strength not to argue with her.

“I’ve put on your clothes, now will you look at me?” Florence asked, finally pulling his eyes to hers. “Can I confess something?”

Frankie nodded, resting his hands on his hips as they remained on opposite sides of the open room, the sofa the only thing separating them.

“I want to strangle you,” she said flatly, earning a chuckle of shock from him.

“You want to strangle me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” he asked, watching her as she stepped forward.

“Because,” she said, suddenly sounding less confident and more childish.

“If I’m to let you strangle me, I think I deserve a proper explanation—“

“Poppy,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “She’s certainly as pretty as a poppy.”

“She is,” he nodded, trying to mask his emotions with indifference.

“That’s why I want to strangle you,” Florence said, throwing her leg over the back of the sofa to climb onto it. “You’ve gone and found someone I cannot hate.”

“Or perhaps my choice in partner had nothing to do with you,” he returned, remaining tall over her as he stood by the fireplace watching her make herself comfortable on his sofa.

“You want to marry her?”

Frankie didn’t answer.

“And you love her?”

Again no answer.

“For the love of God, the least you could do is answer me!” she shouted.

“I cannot answer you because I do not want to lie to you!” he shouted back, the sound so foreign to her that it forced her into silence, her eyes meek as she looked up at him. “How can I lie to you and tell you that I want to marry her when the only person I can imagine spending the rest of my life with is you—a quarrelsome, indecisive, selfish, maddeningly intoxicating woman who I have not stopped loving since the minute I saw you reading in your little nook in the garden! How can I lie and tell you I love her when there’s no room for it in my heart, because you’ve taken up every bloody inch! I am not a liar, Miss Bell, and so I will remain silent.”

“You think I’m quarrelsome?” she asked, standing up and slowly stepping towards him.

Frankie nodded.

“And indecisive?”

Another nod.

“Selfish?”

She was close enough now that her chest was pressing against his, her fingers lifting to trace the ridge of his furrowed brow.

“And maddeningly intoxicating,” she purred, honey pouring out of her mouth with every breath as she eyed him up like a feast.

“What are you doing?” he whispered, his eyes falling to her plump pout.

“Intoxicating you, I hope,” she smiled, her finger trailing lower to trace the curve of his bottom lip. “I’ve missed you, my sweet Frankie.”

“Florence—“ he groaned, his eyes shutting in hopes of holding onto a semblance of his honor and strength.

“I’m leaving Javi in the morning,” she whispered. “I’ve realized something on the trip from France.”

“What is that?” Frankie whispered back, his voice breaking with emotion.

“I haven’t loved Javi since the night he betrayed me,” she said, causing his eyes to bat open. “Since the night he hurt both of us. I tried…I tried to convince myself that I was overreacting, that I could move on and be his wife, that I could forget you, but I can’t. And he can’t either. He knows where my heart lies and always has, it’s been me who’s been ignorant this entire time.”

“You love me?” he asked, a tear falling from his eye and down his cheek. Florence caught the tear with her thumb and pressed it to her lips.

“Every moment of every day since the first time I saw you trimming that bush of violets,” she smiled, bringing her hand back to his face only to have him move it down to his heart, holding it there

“Do you know how mad you drive me?” he asked, bringing his lips to hover over hers. “I had to cross a sea in order to breathe, and even then…” He shook his head and sighed. “And even then, I was suffocated with missing you.”

“I’m here,” she said, her voice a wanton whisper. “I’m here and I’m choosing you. My mother and father can shout and disown me, I do not care. I only care that…that I haven’t lost you.”

“You haven’t,” he whispered, a look of pained adoration on his face as he filled in the gap, pressing his lips to hers and repeating the same words over and over until he ran out of breath. “I’m yours.”

Frankie lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her over to his bed, her hands cradling his face to keep his lips against hers. It was sloppy, messy, and desperate the way they clung to each other, both of them practically falling onto his bed, the wooden frame cracking beneath them.

“Your bed,” she giggled.

“It doesn’t matter,” he rasped, trailing his kisses down her neck as his hands fumbled with the button on his trousers.

“Wait—“ Florence stopped his frantic movements with her hand over his, drawing his dark and desperate eyes to hers. “We don’t have to rush anymore.”

Frankie nodded and moved his hands to rest on her hips, his white blouse on her frame sliding up as he let his hands roam up and down her curves as he kissed her slowly and more intentionally, her legs falling open to allow him room to rest in between them.

“I never want anyone the way I want you,” he whispered against her lips. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever touched, do you know that?”

“I hoped it was still true,” she smiled at the ceiling as his kisses trailed lower down her jaw and neck.

“The only woman I want to taste,” he rasped, his hands bunching up the white cotton blouse on her frame until he was peeling it off and casting it aside, his lips finding the stiffened peaks of her breasts. Florence moaned and arched her back, her eyes fluttering closed at the pleasure of feeling his tongue on her skin after so long. “My sweet Florence,” he cooed, kissing his way down her stomach until he was settled between her thighs, spreading them even further apart with the breadth of his shoulders. “Can I taste you, my love?”

“Please,” she whispered, combing her fingers through his curls in encouragement. The first genuine smile to grace his face in the last six months appeared and with it came that simple she loved so much, the sight bringing a grin to her own face as she watched him lower his tongue to her folds, dragging it flat and slow up her seam just to hear her sweet moans again. “You feel so good, my love. I can hardly—god, I can hardly take it.”

“You taste so sweet,” he groaned, a pained look of arousal and hunger on his face as he pulled back to watch as his fingers circled her bundle of nerves slowly, inching her towards the high she knew was bound to come.

Frankie’s hands gripped her thighs as if she’d vanish if he let go, as if he still wasn’t sure this was really happening. Here she was in his bed singing his name like he was a god she’d been forbidden to worship, and suddenly nothing else mattered anymore. All the hurt, all the longing and all the cursing of her name vanished before him into the air with every soft sigh and sweet, melodic moan his skillful tongue pulled from her.

“Frankie, I want--,” she gasped as Frankie interrupted her begging by giving her exactly what she wanted, his finger easing into her and curling causing her hips to buck against his mouth, a ragged sob of relief leaving her lips. “Frankie.”

Frankie pulled back and sat up on his knees, keeping his fingers inside of her to work him open while the other hand popped open the button of his trousers and shucked them down enough to let his aching cock free, the tip angry and weeping at the sight of her spread open beneath him, her face wreck with pleasure as she cupped the weight of her breasts in her palms.

“I need you,” he panted, forcing her eyes open, a smile replacing the open-mouthed look of awe on her face. “Can I?”

“Please,” she begged, her voice hoarse from her cries.

She reached for his face as he slipped his hand from her and planted both by her head, holding his body over hers as he leaned down to kiss her languidly while he pressed his hips into hers, his length lining up with her entrance a slowly pressing in an inch at a time, each time pulling all the way out before pressing back in until he was fully engulfed in her heat. Frankie let out something between a sob and a groan, his face falling into the crook of her neck, his lips pressing sweetly against her collarbone as he stilled himself inside of her for a moment to gather his composure.

“You--” he rasped, turning his face to meet her for another slow kiss. “You’re heaven.”

Florence smiled and stroked her thumb over his cheek as she held it, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose before tossing her head back against the pillow as he pulled out and pressed back into her, setting a slow and deliberate pace that had her hands traveling to his back to carve her name into his skin with her nails.

“Fuck,” he moaned, clutching the sheets for purchase as his strokes grew rougher, her moans spurring him on. “Tell me what you need, my love.”

“Just this,” she cried, hugging the breadth of his shoulders. “Just like this, I’m so close.”

Frankie moaned again, kissing the side of her face and jaw as he pounded his hips into hers, not daring to change the tempo in the slightest as he felt his own release building dangerously quickly at the feeling of her walls pulsing around him.

“Frankie, my love,” she cried, her eyes squeezing shut and legs crossing around his waist to keep him right where he was.

“Baby,” he whined, nipping at her jaw. “I’m--”

“Stay inside,” she begged, turning her face to meet his lips, both of them panting in unison. “Please, stay inside.”

“Do you know--”

“I know, just,” she interrupted herself with a gasp as her high finally hit, warm sparks of euphoria trickling down her spine and thighs. ”Please.”

Frankie nodded and pressed himself even deeper with each stroke until he was spilling inside of her, the foreign feeling taking his breath away as he let himself fall into her arms, careful not to crush her. He sung her praise and kissed every inch of skin he could find, slipping his arms under the curve of her spine to hold her tight to him as their hearts pounded in unison.

After they both regained their sense, Florence let out a giggle that was infectious enough to pull one from him as well, the two of them laying tangled in the sheets with a satisfied glow on their cheeks.

“I cannot tell you how much I’ve missed this feeling,” she said, tracing the curve of his nose with her fingertip.

“What feeling is that, my sweet Florence?” he asked, catching her fingertip with a soft kiss.

“Total contentment,” she replied, trailing her hand to his shoulder to smooth over his warm skin. “Feeling like there’s nothing missing in the world. With you, I’m not wanting for anything in the world. I have it all right here.”

Frankie smiled and leaned in to kiss her deeper than he had all night, no lust or desperation in it, just complete and total adoration. “I love you, Florence.”

“And I love you, Frankie,” she grinned.

Frankie rolled them onto their sides, his elbow propping up his head as he watched his hand map the curve of her side.

“It may be premature talking about our future, but…earlier your uncle mentioned something to me, and I haven’t been able to shake the image of it since,” he said, lifting his eyes to meet hers. “He asked me if I’d run one of his companies, which would…well, it would give me the chance to provide for myself, but also…a family.” Florence smiled, resting her hand over his as it sat on her hip. “I could provide for our family.”

“Are you asking me to follow you across a sea and become an American? Raise your babies?” she asked, a playful lilt to her voice that left him unsure of whether or not he overstepped. “Because I’d love that. I’d love being anywhere in the world with you in any condition. You are the love of my life. I will follow you anywhere.”

“You would?” he smiled, his eyes turning glossy with emotion.

“Francisco Morales, I want to be your wife. I want to have your children. I want to spend our lives together far away from all of this, from my mother and this world she clings to. Will you--”

“Aren’t I the one who’s supposed to ask?” he interjected with a grin.

“Then go on and ask, because I will if you don’t.” Frankie laughed and nodded.

“Florence Bell,” he started, leaning in to brush his lips against hers. “Make my wildest dreams come true and be my wife.”

“That isn’t a question,” she grinned. “But yes. In this life and every life, yes.”

After a warm evening spent inside Frankie’s cottage, her dress hung out to dry overnight, Frankie bid Florence a temporary goodbye, watching as she walked back to her family’s home in the morning mist and dew to face the reality of her situation while he handled his own and packed the last of his things to prepare for a quick evacuation to the port.

A few hours had passed since she left, and now that the birds had begun to chirp, he knew that the rest of the house would be awake and making their way down for breakfast. He changed into his usual clothes today, vowing to never dress up in that costume again, and started towards the back of the house where the kitchen and servant’s entry was, hoping to bypass Elizabeth and Thomas so that he could find Poppy and explain his situation, apologize for the torment his own pain caused her, and then leave her.

When he arrived at the kitchen, the head cook and her red-headed daughter that had fawned over Frankie last winter were standing at the stove, not even glancing at him. He was thankful for their ignorance, the thought of another confrontation draining him of all of his energy. He found Poppy soon after in the main dining room sitting at a table with most of the family, Elizabeth and Thomas the only noticeable absences besides Florence.

“Mr. Morales!” Joseph Bell chimed, a gleeful look on his face as he sat at the head of the table, his fork loaded with a fat sausage. “Come, sit. We have a plate waiting for you.”

“I’m afraid I must decline,” he said, his eyes glancing at Poppy as she sat gossiping with Anna. “Poppy, can I have a moment with you in the garden?”

“Unchaperoned?” Benjamin teased with feigned disgust.

“Of course,” Poppy said, setting the napkin in her lap on the table before scooting out of her chair and following Frankie out through the kitchen to the garden where he took a seat on a wicker bench. “Is everything alright?”

Frankie swallowed his nerves and shook his head, his eyes fixed on the wet grass beneath his feet as he couldn’t muster the courage to meet hers.

“I…want to start off by saying that none of this was ever my intention,” he said, not seeing the immediate drop of her smile. “I thought I could move on and start a life with you, forget about the person who…who I truly love and long to spend the rest of my days with, but…I can’t.”

“What are you talking about?” Frankie turned to face her, regret and sorrow written all over his face.

“I’m in love with Florence,” he said. “I feel as though I always have been, even before we ever met. This world and her parents forced us apart, but…last night--”

Poppy sighed, shaking her head as she turned to look into the distance.

“You weren’t sick,” she said. “You were only lying to sneak away with an engaged woman? While I sat worrying over your health?”

“I am truly sorry, Poppy,” he said earnestly. “I had no intentions of seeing her, but I found her outside of my cottage and--”

“All thoughts and care of your fiance vanished?” she spat, standing up. “Save your apologies and explanations. I do not care to know what happened or why, I only care that minutes ago I was happy and in love and set to marry a man I thought was good and kind and honorable, but you are none of those things. You are cruel and selfish, just as Florence is. Both of you chose lust over honor and are shattering hearts you do not plan to mend. I cannot say you aren’t fit for each other, because it seems you are a perfect fit. Two irresponsible, heartless souls who only care about yourselves.”

“Poppy, I truly--”

“I wish to never see your face again,” she said, taking off the ring he gave her and throwing it at him before storming back into the house, leaving him to stew in the reality of the hurt he caused. The hurt that still felt worth it for what he got.

Perhaps he was everything she said and more, or perhaps he’s simply a man in love, unable to curb all of its demands.

It was hardly dawn when Florence snuck her way into her home, finding her mother and father pacing in his study still dressed in their pajamas.

“Florence?” her mother called, stomping out of the room to her daughter who stood frozen in just her slip and Frankie’s overcoat in the foyer. “You stupid, selfish, insolent child. I cannot believe you come from my loins, I cannot fathom where you find your nerve--”

“I do not care what you think of me,” Florence said. “You have always held me to a standard I would never reach. You expect me to be you, to live exactly how you’ve lived and to do as you’ve done, but I hate you. I resent you. I do not want to be you.”

“You’re ruining your future,” her father chimed in. “Have you thought for a moment about Javier?”

“He’s all I’ve thought about for the last year!” she bellowed. “I’ve thought and thought and hoped and sacrificed, but the truth is that he and I are far better off without each other than we’d ever be together. He wants a different life than I want. He…he is better off chasing that life than settling for a woman that grows colder and crueler with each passing day. I love him enough to want better for him, and I love myself enough to want better for me.”

“You’re going to regret this when you’re my age,” Elizabeth said, shaking her head at the ceiling.

“I don’t think I will,” Florence sighed. “I know I’m making the right choice, and when I tell Javi, I know he will agree.”

“I--” Elizabeth was stunned into silence, her head shaking as she met her daughter’s eyes. “You are no child of mine. I want you out of this house by the end of the day. Take your gardener with you.”

“They can come with me,” Joseph said from the staircase, making his way down in his robe, a pipe in his mouth. “If you do not want them, I do.”

“This isn’t a matter that concerns you,” Thomas said, pointing his piercing glare at his brother.

“It wasn’t, no. But the minute your wife disowned your own child, your eldest daughter, it became my duty to care for her as my own. She is my family and deserves a home, whatever home she chooses to create with whomever she wants to create it with,” he said, turning his eyes to Florence. “Florence, my dear, we can leave this evening.”

Running into his arms, she hugged him tight and whispered, thank you.

“Now go on and get dressed, I will accompany you to Lord Gutierrez’s estate.”

Florence wasted no time in hurrying to get dressed, knowing that it did not truly matter what effort she put into her appearance for this meeting. Her gown was the last thing Javi would be thinking about.

It was a thirty-minute ride from her family’s estate to Javi’s, and the entire way, her uncle offered his support and advice.

“Just tell the truth, not about what has happened with you and Mr. Morales, but about how you are feeling. He already knows where your heart lies, but he does not yet know how you feel about him.”

When they finally arrived, Florence’s stomach was twisted in knots as she saw Javi sitting on the steps of his front door, his hands clasped as he watched the carriage come to a stop.

“I’ll be waiting here for you,” Joseph said, patting her shoulder.

Florence stepped out of the carriage with the help of the footman and kept her eyes locked on Javi’s as she closed the distance between them, the realization that this was the most eye contact they’d shared in the last two days dawning on her.

“Hello,” she started meekly.

“You’ve come to give me my ring back,” Javi said simply, resolution written in his brown eyes.

“I have,” she confessed softly, slipping the ring off her finger and handing it to him.

“I understand,” he said, his eyes locked on the piece of gold in his palm. “You love him.”

“I do,” she nodded, her eyes round with sympathy. “And I love you too. Enough to stop us from making the worst mistake of our lives.”

“I know,” he whispered, lifting his eyes to meet hers. “I never would have found the courage to do it myself, so…I do thank you.”

“You know I never intended for any of this to happen,” she said, taking a seat beside him. “Everything I said and felt for you was genuine, it just wasn’t--”

“Enough,” he completed her thought. “I knew the entire time, I just…committed myself to the idea of spending my life with the first person I truly connected with. I didn’t stop to think about whether or not it was realistic.”

“You have so much life left to live, Javi,” she said earnestly, reaching for his hand. “You will love and live and experience so much more without me beside you dampening your light. Please, go out and live. Do not listen to your father, do not worry about pleasing anyone. Love whoever you want because life is too short to settle for normalcy when you are not normal. You are exceptional.”

Javi smiled weakly and nodded.

“I hope he treats you as good as you deserve,” he said. “And I hope our paths cross again so that I can see it in your eyes as I do right now.”

“I wish for that too,” she smiled and squeezed his hand.

“How has your mother taken the news?”

“She disowned me,” Florence chuckled. “But that’s alright. I never wished to be owned in the first place.”

Javi laughed too and nodded. “No, you didn’t.”

After a tight hug and a farewell, Florence climbed back into her carriage and sighed in relief.

“Are you alright?” Joseph asked, surprised when she smiled and nodded.

“I’m more alright than I have ever been.”

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[lynnarang]

Doll of the Month

Every lunar cycle, your witch selected one lucky doll to be the werewolf's chewtoy on the night of the full moon. She claimed it was based on which doll had performed the best that month, but somehow each doll under her care got a turn.

This month it was yours.

Normally a quiet and reserved maid who spent her days acting as your witch's bodyguard, the werewolf always seemed so fidgety and anxious beforehand.

It was cute, although you couldn't help but share in her nervous anticipation.

There was a little area of your witch's estate that she had fenced off and enchanted so that the two of you would be trapped together until morning.

Some dolls liked to run, participating in a killer game of hide-and-seek that the wolf always won.

You decided instead to keep the werewolf company and watch the sunset together, nestling against her body with your little arms wrapped around her waist.

She seemed to appreciate the comfort, although her shaking didn't stop.

You wondered how broken you'd be in the morning.

When the transformation began, you clutched onto her tightly.

Her nervous trembling strengthened and changed, no longer a leaf in a storm but a mountain in an earthquake. The fur seemed to dig through her skin and replace it, her face elongating and fangs becoming more visible.

With the last vestige of its humanity was stripped away, the creature you clung to was nearly four times larger than before.

Its snout raised and bellowed a powerful howl, as beautiful as it was terrifying. It rattled your body audibly, enough to remind it of your presence.

Its large grey eyes reflected the moonlight as they peered down at you, immediately registering you as prey.

Before you knew it, you were pinned under one massive claw, the wolf's maw clamped down onto your shoulder with no restraint.

The porcelain you were made of was no flimsy stuff, specifically enchanted by your witch for durability but…

Well, canines are known for tearing their toys apart, and you were no different. With a sickening crunch, your shoulder gave way, your right arm going with it.

You had stuffed your insides with raw meat, at your witches command, and the wolf seemed eager to gorge itself on it while you whimpered and squeaked beneath her. Seconds transformed into hours of blissful agony, your porcelain sensitive to every scrape and tear of its teeth.

Eventually, satisfied with its meal, it took your severed arm away to gnaw off, giving you a moment's respite to gaze at the night sky.

The stars were so beautiful, but all paled in comparison to the gleam of the full moon. A silly thought briefly entered your little doll head, and you couldn't help but indulge it.

You lifted your head and howled with all your might, a pathetic little cry compared to majesty the your predator was capable of, but it felt good regardless.

You grew quiet as you heard heavy footfalls crunching the dust near you, the werewolf having been drawn back by your mimicry.

Flesh and porcelain dust glistened in its fur, although you couldn't see all past its waist from your current prone position.

To your surprise, it didn't continue feasting on you, instead curling up on the ground next to you and resting its head on the part of your torso that was still intact.

Unsure how to react at first, your hands tentatively reached for its ears. Its eyes followed your every movement, but it seemed to judge you weren't a threat, and even leaned into your fingers as you begun to stroke it gently.

A giant murderous puppy, cuddling its prey.

When morning came around, your witch was surprised to see you mostly intact. Normally repairs required at least a minor temporal reversion.

She began to speak, but you hurriedly shushed her, gesturing to the now naked woman cuddling against your lightly mangled body.

Amused, the witch left behind her repair tools and a set of instructions.

When your slumbering companion raised from her slumber, still covered in flecks of gore, she repaired you with apologies and tender hands.

You feel privy to a secret, that even as a feral beast she's still the same sweetheart as the one following her mistresses heel.

The blush when you tell her what a good puppy she is makes the whole night worth it, if the fresh bitemarks to brag about didn't already.

As your repairs finish and the two of you set off for a warm bath together to wash off, you think about how much you can't wait for the next full moon.

You hope your witch will pick you for chewtoy duty then too.

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[sublimecatgalaxy]

Last one 💚

“Did I just say that out loud?” some fluffy Eddie please 🥺

LOVE!

"I didn't think you'd be so nice." I call out to Eddie as he weaves in and out of the tries, a blunt between his fingers as he grins back at me with cute, furrowed brows.

"You thought I was mean?" He asks with an incredulous tone, leaves crunching beneath his feet as he steps up to the table, leaning towards me as smoke billows out from between his lips. Lips I can't seem to stop staring at. "What have you heard about me, sweetheart?" He asks, head tilted like a curious puppy, his kind, brown eyes flickering across my expression as my fingers reach out to take the joint from him.

"That you worship satan and are into S&M." I breathe the smoke out into the colder, autumn air as Eddie sucks a breath in, eyes suddenly wide and alert.

"S&M- Jesus, who are you talking to?" He asks with a pained laugh, taking a seat across from me at the picnic table. My eyes momentarily stick to the way his fingers work at rolling another blunt and his eyes never leave my face, his own gaze trailing to follow mine to the joint in his fingers.

"The right people apparently." I flirt, knees bouncing up and down as a way to process all of the anxious energy that I refuse to show him.

"Oh, you're a funny one, aren't you?" He laughs, sending me a brief wink. "I wouldn't say I worship satan, no." He shakes his head, bangs falling in the way of his soft gaze as he averts his eyes down to the cracks in the picnic table.

"But the S&M thing?" I ask without hesitation, watching his lips part in quiet shock, pupils blowing up at my inquiry. There's a hefty pause between us as Eddie thinks- or doesn't think- he's just staring at me with a fucked expression, a soft blush rising to his pale cheeks.

"Yeah they're not too far off." He admits but doesn't give anything more than that, just clears his throat with a toothy grin and rubs at the back of his neck. "I play guitar too, ya know. I'm not just a devilishly handsome sex addict." His chin moves to rest on his fist, a sweet look on his face, teasing rings shining in the sun light.

"I know." I reply simply. "I've seen it in action."

"Seriously? You've seen my band?" His spine straightens and a nervous smile slips across his lips, thoughts running rampant behind his eyes as he tries to think back to a time where he would've seen me but he comes up short with a scoff. "Hell, you're one hell of a groupie." His face pales and smile drops almost immediately after the words escape him and a laugh rumbles in my chest. A hand slaps over his mouth and his brows furrow awkwardly. "Did I just say that out loud?" He asks against the palm of his hand and I giggle.

"Yeah." He falls back onto the bench with a groan, shoving his box of goodies towards me as the lid falls open, my eyes widening at the copious amounts of drugs in front of me.

"Shit- I will give you all of my weed if you gorget that I ever called you a groupie." He mumbles from down on the bench and I roll my eyes, pushing the lunch box away from me as I lean over the table, looking down at Eddie with a smirk.

"It's okay, I liked it."

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[piss-pumpkin]

Tea time (golden guard x reader)

[Wholesome fluff + Dadrius + ratio]

1.3k words

established relationship :)

It had been what, four months? Four months of dating Hunter. The former golden guard, one of the heroes and saviors of the boiling isles, the man himself. Who was shockingly down to earth and insecure for all his titles. But that wasn’t why you were scared.

”Oh don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” Hunter waved his hand in dismissal, his eyes looking to the side. “He likes Luz and when they first met he thought she was feral.”

”Yeah but Luz is… Luz,” you said. “And the circumstances were different, he had to like her.” 

Hunter took your hand and gave it a light squeeze as you started to walk. The two of you were going to the castle, most of which had been repurposed after Belos’s dethroning. One part stayed the same though. 

Gravel crunched under your feet, “Like Luz was an ally in a trying time, and she’s Eda’s kid, you know? Darius had no choice. Plus she wasn’t your partner, he’d be more critical of me then her.”

Hunter pursed his lips, looking over at your unimpressed and anxious eyes. “Okay, but because of those things he never got to know her, so their relationship wasn’t that deep.” 

You grumbled. You grew closer to the castle, where Hunters new uncle still lived in his tower. You closed the space between you and Hunter, purposely bumping into him. He stumbled off the path for a moment before recovering, and playfully shoving you back with his elbow, still holding your hand. “Y/n, you’ll do fine. And if you don’t…” he laughed for a moment, “Darius didn’t even like me in the beginning, so first impressions clearly aren’t a big deal to him.”

“Hmm,” you mumbled. You silently chewed your lips to relieve nervous energy. It was like your blood was lightning, you felt positively static. Darius had to like you. It was weird that you hadn’t met him until now. If only you’d done this earlier, then it wouldn’t have had such build up. The former coven leader was a busy man. 

“Okay, remind me again, about what to do, how to act” You swung your hand in his as you walked. “I can only get so far with my effortless wit and charm.”

Hunter chuckled, “Your wit and charm is crazy though, it’s all you need.” He swung his hand too, feeding the wide arc of the motion. 

The castle was in front of you now. Not long now. 

“Quickly, just like give me some hints like, how would my energy be, should I talk any different, like sound fancier, or something?” 

You were just in front of the gate now. You had stopped walking without noticing, you feet refusing to cross the threshold. You wiped your free hand on your shirt, just now noticing it had grown sweaty. 

Hunter looked down as you did it, and took the hand in his own. Smiling, he lifted both hands up so they were between you, with your fingers laced together. “Y/n, chill out. He wants to meet you.” 

“I could be an adapted and improved me though if you’d give me some tips.” 

He scrunched up his face, “No none of that.”

You sighed. “Okay, but-“

”But nothing, Y/n.” His tone was soft, and he was almost murmuring. “You’re pretty great, okay? You’ll do fine.”

Your face felt hot, and you didn’t have any response. Instead of speaking, you head butted him gently on the chest. 

Hunter laughed, and you looked up to see a warm smile on his lips. He hummed, “So, you ready?” 

You moved closer to him, into his chest. You could feel him lightly exhale as he wrapped his arms around you. For a glorified pice of wood, he sure was warm. And for an absolute goblin, he smelled nice, comforting even. Or maybe you just liked him, and you were bias. You nodded, feeling the soft fabric of his sweater on your cheeks as you did. He gently pushed you off so he could see your face, and cupped your cheeks in his hands. 

You sighed, “Fine, yeah, let’s go.”

He grinned, “It’s gone be great.”

                                             …

Entering the castle you felt even more intimidated. You had dressed nice for the occasion, but the intricate carved stone walls made you feel like you should be dressed like royalty. That’s what would suit this place. You looked over at Hunter, walking beside you. He wasn’t dressed fancy. In fact you noticed he was wearing his dumbass home sewed wolf shirt once he took off his sweater. Despite its silliness you found it oddly endearing how proud he was of making that. 

The two of you were approaching the door to Darius’s quarters and your palms were sweaty. Hunter looked over at you one more time before knocking on the door.

As he raised his fist  and pulled back to knock, the door swung open. 

“Hunter, you’re late, it’s like you don’t want me to meet them,” Darius said, exasperated. “Come in, come in your two.”

You stiffly obliged. The former coven head had an air of judgement and confidence. Hunter walked in behind you, arms crossed at his chest, “Hey, we’re on time!”

Darius led you to the dining room. It was small, given the size of the castle, but none the less decorated with gold and purple fabrics and antiques. Every item in your sight was the type you’d be afraid to touch for fear of damaging valuables. Even the chairs looked intricately carved. 

Darius stopped, and held a gloved hand out for you to shake. His tone quickly shifted from exasperated to friendly. “Glad to finally meet you, Y/n. Hunter has told me so much, sit down.”

You smiled and nodded, pulling out a chair. Hunter followed and did the same beside you.

Darius sat across from you, and looked to Hunter. “Little prince, could you go to the kitchen and fetch our tea?” 

He pursed his lips and scrunched his brow, “Alright then.” He squinted at Darius briefly before standing up to leave.

Once he was through the doorway, Darius leaned forward in his elbows. “You know I’m honestly surprised he found a partner that knows how to dress, maybe you’ll be a good influence on him.”

You laughed lightly into your hand. “What do you mean, he’s just so quirky.”

Darius grimaced, “Yes that’s for sure. But anyway I am glad to finally meet you. Hunter does not shut up about you sometimes.”

”I can only assume he’s been saying weird shit.”

He leaned his head on his hand, and looked to the doorway. ”You could say that.” He looked back at you, and smiled warmly, “But I can tell you make him really happy.”

You felt your face grow warm, and your lips involuntarily curve into a smile. You stuttered, “Y-yeah, I do try to…”

Hunter walked in balancing three cups of tea on his arms. “Y/n, you like mint right?” 

“Uh- yeah, mint is good.” Hunter nodded and set down the small cup in front of you, and sat beside you. 

                                             …

You left with Hunter a few hours later, all the tension from self having melted as the evening went on. 

You held his hand tightly as you walked along the path, now darkened. You wore a bright smile that cut through the night though. 

Hunter couldn’t see your face completely, but could sense your happiness. “I take it that went well?”

“I’m a fan of him.”

Hunter chuckled, ”Yeah, I think he’s a big fan of you too.”

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

I know i shouldnt be thinking thid but i cant help it. There is this account i follow and send asks to and like some are kinda like time crunch if that makes sense (probably doesnt)

Like anything i send in it takes at least a week and by the time they answer i feel stupid for ever submitting it.

I was going to that account to ask if they had any tips on how to stop picking at the skin on the inside of my lips with my teeth but then i remembered by the time they respond it will have been over a week and it wont matter anymore.

Sorry for the rant. I’ll shut up now

-🌈

{Let’s Talk Patience and Skin Picking…!}

Hi hi love…! Hey, I want you to know that I really appreciate you stopping by and sharing this. I hear you. Your feelings are valid. I understand that anxious, nervous feeling regarding having to wait and be patient for a response to your asks. ♥️

Is it stupid to submit an ask and then feel as if it doesn’t matter when it is not immediately answered?

You are not stupid. It’s not stupid to submit an ask and not have it answered until a week later. The question/ask is still valid, no matter when it is answered. I understand that sometimes things are time sensitive, and in those cases, I would recommend dm’ing over asks.

My suggestion would be to try and distract yourself. Find something else to do while you wait for the person to answer your ask. Maybe do some work, have a bath, eat some food, take a walk, do some art, or anything that you enjoy.

I will note that while I understand your impatience, I also most definitely understand why an ask can take a week to answer. For me, I answer asks based on seniority, so the oldest ones first. Depending on how many asks I have to go through, that can sometimes mean that an ask goes unanswered for a week or more. I do however make sure to get to every ask eventually, that I always guarantee. So at least for me, know that your asks are not forgotten.

What are my tips to stop picking at your lips and skin?

You mentioned looking for tips to stop picking your lips, I would recommend good lip application, such as Vaseline, Blistex, or coconut oil. But here is also an article with some more tips for how to stop picking your lips—6 Expert-Based Strategies To Stop Picking Your Lips Once & For All.

For tips on picking skin, I would recommend reading this article and story from Byrdie on skin picking—How I Conquered My Picking Habit, Once And For All. Personally, I think it’s easier to resist skin picking when I’m not actively thinking about it, so my favorite tip is to stay busy and then if I feel like picking, substituting the urge with a healthy coping mechanism.

No apologies needed, sweetheart ♥️. *sigh* You don’t need to shut up… I love to hear what you have to say, and I want to continually hear from you. I hope you found this information helpful. Please don’t ever hesitate to reach out. Have a lovely day/night, sweet anon!! 💞💞💞

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