i saw you in a dream . . . @sweetapparitions - Tumblr Blog

hazel wasn't the type of person to ask for help. she was raised to handle her shit, no matter how much it felt like she was drowning. she was responsible for her siblings if she wanted them to have a decent shot in life and she did want that for them. she wanted them all to have worry-free lives and to be able to leave this hellhole and go to college and be free from the burden that is their parents. if it meant she gave up her future to guarantee that every single one of her siblings got one, then so be it. she never complained about it and she never let them see her fall apart. the most any of them got was normal older sister annoyance as she did whatever she needed to do to make sure they were all good.

sometimes, though, it was tough never putting herself first. some days she felt like she was just slowly dying to keep her jobs good, to make sure dietary needs are met at home and there is always hot food on the table. she couldn't remember the last time she got a full nights rest. she couldn't even remember the last time she had a day off. the endgame was worth it, but...sometimes she wanted to scream. she wanted to shake her parents and ask why. why is she the one who provides but is never provided for? why was she chosen to be the one to die here?

everyone did have those days, yeah, but it was every day for her. every. single. day. his apology echoed in her ears and made her want to cry all over again. she didn't know why tonight felt extra heavy but it was. and she was tired. she was so fucking tired she didn't think she could do another night of this. she reached out for his arm, gripped it tighter than she meant to. "please don't go..." she said so quietly it could have been carried away with the wind. "i don't....i don't want to be alone right now..."

#& threads : all.#& char : tripp sallow.#& threads : tripp sallow.#& threads : tripp ft. hazel taylor.

tripp fully expected her to let him go , to want him to go . the best he hoped for was a civil ' bye ' or a nod of acknowledgement . not for her to ask him not to leave or to reach for his arm . he was pretty certain this was the first time she'd ever willingly touched him . . . and probably ever would , if he was being hones with himself . but he liked this good note they were on right now , this middle ground . no insults , no eye rolls or smart ass remarksfrom either side . maybe they could stay civil after tonight .

" okay . yeah . yeah , i'll stay . " he didn't try to pull free from her grasp , his eyes slowly moving from her hand to her face . " and i won't make any dumb jokes , " he promised after half a beat . if he wanted to stay civil , he should probably go ahead and man up and put it out there . " i've been thinking about what you said the other night . you're right . i was shitty . to a lot of people . i don't know why i thought it was okay to be a total dickhead . " he honestly hadn't reflected on it completely , not until she had said what she'd said at the diner . it was eye opening . when he was trying to being funny and friendly and likable , a lot of times he was just being downright mean . " i'm sorry . i guess i always thought you were . . . too cool to be bothered by anything i said . "

hana huffed at how nonchalant he was being about all of this. while she wasn’t actually mad at him anymore she was still on a sex strike out of pure stubbornness. neither of them have budged despite the skimpier outfits hana was wearing. she was starting to wonder if he really didn’t care anymore. maybe he didn’t want her like that and she was pushing her needs onto him. this whole situation was supposed to be because he didn’t trust her and now she didn’t trust her own feelings.

still, she refused to be the first to break. “you’re not in any more trouble than you have been,” she said simply, arms crossed over her chest. “I was just letting you know that I threw out alllll of my underwear and so now every time I walk around the house or go outside….well, you know. laundry will be a breeze.”

#this isn't even nsfw really but #& threads : all.#& char : charlie engsund.#& threads : charlie engsund.#& threads : charlie ft. hana abayon.

— 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 & 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 .

charlie stared at her for a moment . he always thought he knew exactly what hana wanted , and all of this had made him doubt himself . he had respected her strike and had not tried to push it . he was sure it was more of a punishment for him than her desire , she had the highest sex drive of anyone he'd ever been with , but after their argument he was in his head a little . he didn't know exactly what she wanted this time .

he knew what he wanted . he wanted to grab her , kiss her , pin her down , fuck her until she could forget she'd ever been mad at him . they hadn't gone this long without being together since . . . before they were together . " okay , hana . " dragging his tongue along his bottom lip , charlie sat up straighter , clasped his hands in his lap , giving her his full , undivided attention so she knew he was being serious . " tell me how to fix this . please . "

as nonchalant as he'd been about the whole thing , he certainly wasn't feeling it . at times it scared him and he wondered if this was the end , if she'd changed her mind about him . maybe it was bothering her that he was biting his tongue . maybe he should stop doing that . " do you want me to get down on my knees and beg ? i will . i will , hana . i miss you . it's driving me mad . i want you so bad i cannot sleep , i can hardly eat . i go to work and i can't focus on anything . i look at your old pictures and i want to die because i want to touch you so badly and i can't . is that what you want to hear ? can we call a truce ? please ? "

𝕝𝕦𝕔𝕚 𝕗𝕥. 𝕘𝕒𝕖𝕝

She missed this. God, did she miss this. The way he kissed her, his hands running up her thighs and beneath her dress, the way he praised her so easily...she had missed it all. There wasn't another person who could make her feel the way Gael did. She loved him so much, and the thought that she almost could have lost him-- No, she wasn't going to go there. Instead, she took in every kiss he left on her body. She noticed his pattern of letting every few kisses linger just a little longer than the last. Soft hums of approval were heard from her with each one he pressed to her skin.

"I miss it more," she whined, her lips forming a pout as if it were a competition. She knew it wasn't, but she was eager, and she knew he could sense that. "I'm your girl," she said. Not as a reminder, but as a fact. Luci loosened her grip on his curls, letting her hand drop down so she could pull his shirt off. "Then do it," she challenged in a light tone. "Make me squirm. Make me scream your name." Her eyes were closed, being completely content in the moment, and she wondered if he could feel how wet she already was for him through her panties. She wiggled her hips a little, indicating she needed more from him. "I...I miss you making love to me." Finally, her eyelids fluttered open to look up at him on top of her. Her heart skipped a beat, and she could feel how desperate she was for him between her legs. "You...you wouldn't keep your girl waiting too much longer, right?" she asked, batting her lashes at him.

#nsfw #& threads : all.#& threads : gael de avila.#& char : gael de avila.#& threads : gael ft. luciana espinoza.

— 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢 & 𝐠𝐚𝐞𝐥 .

he chuckled , looking up to catch her pout . just when he thought he couldn't love her more , she would do something , say something to make his heart swell . she was the cutest thing he'd ever seen . so sweet that he wanted to sink his teeth into her skin . so he did , raking them gently across her collarbone , trailing his tongue over the path . " my girl , " he agreed , nodding , his lips still pressed to her skin . he loved to hear her say it . he was not a possessive man , so rarely jealous , but he loved her so much that it truly consumed him . she brought a side out of him he'd never known before her . every passing second he thought of her , pictured her . he understood why love could drive a man mad . " only mine . always mine . "

never one to tease for too long , especially not when she was batting those damn eyelashes , gael hooked his fingers into the hem of her panties and pulled them down , wasting no time touching her without the fabric in the way . " imagine how much i miss it , " he breathed , easily slipping a finger inside . " feeling you wrapped around me . . . i miss how wet you get for me , how warm you are . " gael leaned down to press his lips to hers again . it was still hard to believe that he could do that whenever he wanted . he really must be the luckiest man alive , not even for escaping death but for having her . " mm . you're so good , baby , so patient . . . we have so much time to make up for . " he brought his lips to her neck again , curling his finger inside of her , his voice low . " i hope you aren't planning on sleeping anytime soon . "

she wondered if he could feel how fast her chest was thumping. if he could see her face properly would he be shocked by the bliss? her thoughts were swirling so fast in her head. he felt so good holding her that she felt lightheaded. she never wanted to move again. what if she stirred too much and he let go of her? she thinks she would die. she would die a horrible death because she would miss the feeling of him holding her too much. esme hadn’t expected it to feel this real, for it to actually be real. for a moment she had been so scared that when they kissed she wouldn’t feel what she thought she would feel. she didn’t know what she would do if that would have been the case.

but it wasn’t the case. their first kiss was a kiss she would never stop thinking about. it was perfect. it was everything. it solidified everything she already knew. “no! no, no. you don’t have to apologize—“ she stopped herself. too eager. she was being too honest. “it didn’t feel like that….it felt like I was drowning and you pulled me out of the water…” she looked up at him, trying to not let it show how much she wanted to kiss him. “you’re my hero, ivan. I…it wasn’t expected but….maybe it is for the best….”

#& threads : all.#& char : ivan alvarez.#& threads : ivan alvarez.#& threads : ivan ft. esmeralda lozano.

the word hero threw a hitch in his breath . people didn't typically acknowledge what he'd did for them . ivan had given up so much of his life and himself for his family , shouldered so many hits , just to become the black sheep . the lesser son . he couldn't recall a single thank you from his mother when he pulled out another hundred for the power bill , no concern where or how he'd gotten it . his motives with esmeralda were . . . complicated . he wasn't innocent in his brother not showing up . he would not have offered if he did not care , but it was not exactly a selfless decision , even if he did want to help her .

" good . " he smiled , his gaze lingering on hers too long . was it too long ? they were married now . married . he hadn't even been seeing anyone twenty four hours ago . though all of ivan's relationships were nothing but fronts for various reasons , nothing difficult to move on from , he hadn't brought anyone home in months , maybe a year , for anything at all . whenever he tried , everyone paled in comparison to what he really wanted . and here she was , perched on the pedestal right there next to him . " we can talk whenever you feel up to it . set boundaries , whatever you want . no pressure . "

for: @sweetapparitions (easton waggoner)

“I think you like testing my patience.”

#& threads : all.#& threads : easton waggoner.#& char : easton waggoner.#& threads : easton ft. juliet romero.

easton could ' complain ' all he wanted ( he really was too impatient for his own good ) but there was no shortage of time he would spend waiting on juliet . he would pace the living room , he would shake his leg , he would flick through television shows and drum his fingertips on the table and all out every five minutes something like " you about done , honey ? " but he would miss a whole event waiting on her to get ready and he wouldn't care too much . he'd waited to be with her for so long , giving her time to fix her hair was nothing in comparison . at least she was just one room over these days .

and it was well worth the wait . his eyebrows lifted the moment she walked through the doorway , making him forget he'd been whining a handful of seconds ago . he looked her up and down , letting out a low whistle when she turned around . he was so distracted by how well the lingerie looked on her that he barely even heard her question . " i . . . well , your . . . hair ? " it was the only answer he could pull out . surely he'd notice if she'd cut or redyed it , but he saw no visible marks ( left by him or otherwise ) , no tattoo ink , no piercings — he almost felt ashamed that there was something he was missing . he stared at her every chance he had . what was he missing ? " i'm sorry baby , i can't put my finger on it . . . but i gotta admit , i'm a little distracted . you look . . . wow . "

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Ivy listened to him ramble, but she noticed his hesitation beforehand. What he was saying, she understood why he was nervous. She tried to chalk it up to just that-- nerves, but something deeper inside of her, an instinct of sorts, told her that the words he spoke didn't match his anxiousness. Her heart began to beat faster, and butterflies flapped their wings in her stomach. Everything he said should have left her elated, and it did, but not as much as it should have.

Then he said it. Those three little words that she'd wanted to say to him for so long. Ivy froze, completely tense beneath his touch. She wanted it all. Everything Isaac said they could be, she wanted it too. And...she loved him back. She loved him so goddamned much it hurt. So, when he said she may not want anything to do with him, she shook her head. Ivy couldn't imagine anything he could say that would make her want nothing to do with him. "Isaac," she finally spoke, her tone soft but shaky. Her eyes were still locked on his, searching them for answers. "Nothing you say is going to change how I feel because...I love you, too." Leaning up on her toes, she pressed a soft, brief kiss to his lips. "Just tell me what's bothering you."

#& threads : all.#& char : isaac bancroft.#& threads : isaac bancroft.#& threads : isaac ft. ivy holloway.#tw murder

it was easier to say how he felt knowing what he had to say next , something so much heavier than the way she made him feel . it almost made it worse , that she said it back . he could hear his own heart pounding in his ears , and he wanted to interrupt her , to beg her to stop , to hear him out first . she didn't know what she was saying , she couldn't promise it . he would understood if it changed how she felt . he was terrified it would change how she felt , so much that he wanted to brush it off with a laugh and claim he was anxious to tell her how he felt . it wouldn't be a complete lie . just an omit of details .

but , no , he wouldn't do that to her . she deserved to know . he would want to know . " your mom , " he finally managed to blurt out , " it wasn't an accident . when she died . " he knew she would be confused how he knew at first , maybe not even believe him . if she truly knew nothing about her parents' arrangement with his family , why the hatred was there , it would be a lot to swallow all at once . he wondered how long it would take to sink in , the true weight of what he was about to say . " she was murdered , " he continued after a moment , the words getting caught in his throat . he had to try three times to actually get it out , his voice shaking . " by . . . by my father . "

she didn’t plan any of this. she didn’t plan for her fiancé to abandon her for her best friend. she didn’t have a plan when she was stood up in the chapel with her dress suddenly feeling too tight. she didn’t plan for ivan to step into his brothers place and marry her. or go on honeymoon with her. not a single thing in the last twenty four hours was her doing. she had been in a daze the entire time and now that they were out of a plane and at the hotel she finally felt like she could breathe.

it felt…..perfect. esme knew everything there could be known about ivan. ever since the first time her eyes ever met his she knew he was the one. he was perfect for her, it was so certain in her head. every time his brother kissed her she imagined him. every time she had mediocre sex she wondered how he could do it better. and now he was sitting next to her as her husband and it was the one thing she hadn’t planned out. her heart was racing so fast just from him being next to her. she might die just from the rush of it all. she put on her best tired expression and leaned into him. maybe she was going a bit strong off the bat but his scent pulled her in. he smelt like what she imagined home was. “yeah, food sounds great. whatever you want I…I’m grateful.”

#& char : ivan alvarez.#& threads : ivan alvarez.#& threads : ivan ft. esmeralda lozano.#& threads : all.

grateful . he breathed a tiny little sigh of relief . she wasn't angry with him , then . he knew that she could back out , ask for an annulment . if it came to that , he wouldn't push for anything else . . . but ivan had never planned for a future without her in it . was that insane ? maybe . he had wrongly assumed that his brother was smart enough to hang onto the perfect woman , even if he was a walking dick half the time . he was prepared to be the in - law for the rest of his life , pining for another man's wife from afar , falling further and further into his obsession . finding every reason he could to spend more time at their place so he could make her laugh , catch her eyes across the dinner table , ' accidentally ' brush her arm when he passed in the hall .

when she leaned into him , ivan instinctively put an arm around her shoulders , pulled her closer . he'd hugged her before , goodbyes on holidays when parting ways at family events , but he had never held her . not outside of his dreams . he could smell her shampoo , her perfume , and his heart jolted in his chest . he had been trying not to fixate on their short kiss after their i dos , trying not to think about how badly he wanted to do it again without an audience . but now how could he avoid it ? " i'm sorry . . . that i sprung this on you without asking first . my parents were just . . . " he trailed off , shaking head head , letting her hair graze his cheek when he did . " i know there was a lot of pressure to go along with it . i hope you didn't feel like you didn't have a choice . "

— closed starter for leo ( @xnocturnalsx ) !

it had happened so fast , amelia couldn't quite grasp what had happened . another vampire , a blur , leo , a sudden , sharp pain , she was being thrown . her back slammed into something hard , forcing the breath from her lungs , but she managed to hold herself upright . by the time the scene was registering , the man who had been trying to sink his teeth into her was lifeless on the ground , and she felt a wave of relief . leo , her protector . leo , her hero . it was only when she realized that her hand was warm , wet , that she looked down , confusion freezing on her paling face when she saw the front of her shirt where her fingers were splayed — completely soaked through with red . " oh , leo , " she gasped , bringing her other hand to grasp helplessly at the hidden wound before she was stumbling backwards , lightheaded , tears of terror filling her eyes . she couldn't tell how bad it was . but it was bad . " fuck , fuck , fuck . "

#& threads : all.#& threads : amelia barnes.#& threads : amelia ft. lional griffin.#& char : amelia griffin.#tw violence #tw blood #tw death mention

— closed starter for esmeralda ( @lcvelythings ) !

he had been replaying the ceremony over in his head since the two of them had piled into the car , a long ride filled with minimal small talk from their yawning driver and barely audible music humming through the speakers . they were not acting like typical newly weds , hands kept to themselves ( despite how long he had fantasized about them on her ) and borrowed glances few and far between . he took his time unloading the bags , letting her slip off to the bedroom for some breathing time . he could imagine she wanted to be alone for awhile after being fussed over all morning , the stress of the earlier , messier half of her wedding , the suffocating guests that were his family , and maybe most of all , her unexpected groom swap . only after he'd busied himself for long enough his curiosity was eating him alive did he seek her out , hovering in the doorway , tapping twice before entering . " i left your bags in the den . i can bring them up whenever . " making his way to join her on the edge of the mattress , he felt nervous . which was a very strange feeling for him , and one that only she had brought out in years . he didn't care enough about anyone else to worry what they were thinking . aside from his brother and , well , that was a bit of a sore spot now more than ever , wasn't it ? " i can order us some food , if you want . the wedding catering was awful . . . — no offense . "

#excite #& threads : all.#& threads : ivan ft. esmeralda lozano.#& threads : ivan alvarez.#& char : ivan alvarez.

sofia bulan ft. caden worley

so she was right. this was actually happening again. her stalker was not going away. that should terrify her, and it did. but she would be lying if that was the only thing she was feeling right now. she almost regretted blocking him and at the same time wished she had done it sooner. that was pretty fucked up of her. why was she even entertaining this? her breathing was getting harder and her heart was racing, but she couldn't tell if that was from whatever she consumed or just her actual feelings. he clearly did something to her drink. she should have been more careful.

now there was nothing to do but play her part, really. she just couldn't figure out if he wanted a damsel in distress or her usual cocky self. "i'm...not alone..." she slurred, her eyes flicking to the door for a moment. "just was waiting for my....for the guy i invited up here. so, unless you're here to watch me..." a hand went to her chest, tracing the v-neck of the dress clinging to her skin. "....i'm afraid you're out of luck. that's not really a service i provide for free..." she was talking out her ass. he could kill her any second and she was trying to get on his nerves. she had no idea what she was doing. "either way....i'm not really someone who likes to be alone for very long...."

#tw violence #tw murder #idfk he's a bad guy #he's literally evil #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#& threads : all.#& char : caden worley.#& threads : caden worley.#& threads : caden ft. sofia bulan.

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his eyes , hidden beneath the mask , followed her hand , the trail it was making along her neck . he wanted his hand on her neck , and on any man that had ever dared to look at her , for money or for love . no one should have her but him . there was no denying it , he was jealous . it was ridiculous , really , the lengths he was going through to terrorize someone because he was rejected . it made him feel pathetic , and that made him feel angry . " i hope you're not bluffing , " he growled , " you can watch me rip his guts out so you know what's coming to you . "

that would not happen . not here , not tonight . caden was angry , but he was not reckless . he had been too careful , played too well to slip up because some man followed her upstairs at a party . if anyone did , he might hurt him . might kill him , if he could be fast enough . but he wouldn't stick around long enough to lay a finger on her . he was not ready for the game to be over . he was not going to lose . he stepped closer now , a slow , careful step . " you would have never been alone with me . i would have taken such good care of you . . . bought you anything you could dream of . but now . . . " he traced his finger along the edge of the knife . " well . you understand , sofia . heartbreak can drive a man a little crazy . "

𝕝𝕦𝕔𝕚 𝕗𝕥. 𝕘𝕒𝕖𝕝

Luci believed Gael when he said he wasn't in pain or pushing himself. She wouldn't want him to do it for her. She would want him to rest and let her take care of him. That wasn't what needed to happen, though. They needed each other in ways only they could fulfill for one another. She didn't say anything as he gently laid her on the mattress, only leaning her head back so he could have better access to kiss her neck. Each kiss he left had her heart beating faster and heat rising between her legs. She hadn't realized how long had already passed since Gael had gotten hurt, and that only had her desiring him more.

When he stopped kissing, she let out a whine of disapproval but opened her eyes to meet his. Her face suddenly felt flushed from how he was looking at her. She didn't answer him, instead tightening her legs that were still around his waist and pulling him closer to kiss him deeply. One arm dropped from around his neck to press her palm against his cheek, the other tightened her grip on his curls. She bit down on his lip, groaning softly as she tugged back on it. Only when she let go did she speak. "It would pain me more...if you didn't kiss me...everywhere." Her hand dropped from his cheek to rest on his hip beneath his shirt, her hand travelling across the scar on his side and up his abdomen until she could rest it on his chest. Luci kissed him again, raising her hips to roll against his. "I miss feeling you inside of me," she whispered into their kiss.

#nsfw #tw age gap #& threads : all.#& threads : gael ft. luciana espinoza.#& threads : gael de avila.#& char : gael de avila.

— 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢 & 𝐠𝐚𝐞𝐥 .

though he already missed her in his arms , he liked this position . a lot . he liked the way she felt beneath him , her hands under his shirt , his own roaming her skin until they stopped , palms resting on the side of her knees . he felt her brush his scar and winced , half - surprised it didn't hurt , half ashamed . he wondered if he hated the way it looked , it felt , if it was nothing but a reminder of what they were trying to forget . but she simply passed over it , so he did , too , not fixating on the what - ifs but the gorgeous woman in his bed who , for whatever reason , wanted him just as badly as he wanted her in every way .

" i miss being inside of you , " he whispered back , reluctantly pulling away to do what he'd said , and kiss her everywhere — though he was tempted to keep his lips on hers for as long as possible . he let them trail slowly from her lips to her cheek , down the edge of her jaw , beneath her ear lobe , stopping every few kisses to let one linger a little longer . " my pretty girl , " he murmured into her hair , pressing a kiss to her temple before making his way back to her neck . " my sweet girl . " his hand resting on her leg , he slowly pushed it up , slipping beneath the fabric of her dress . " i miss how you feel , " his hand moved further up her thigh , gently brushing her panties with his fingertips , " how you sound , how you squirm for me . . . "

dani found it extremely comforting that he was being so transparent with her. she’s been through enough mind games to last a lifetime and she wasn’t ready to start them again with someone she hardly knew. if this wasn’t her sign to try casual she didn’t know what was. at the same time she felt so awkward and not even kind of sure how to go about it from here. “that’s good to know and I appreciate the honesty.” Could she make it sound more robotic? it took everything in her not to groan at how much of a loser she sounded. if she was any more formal they’d lose the chemistry they were building. “I’m all good too…umm…anyways…”

she looked away from him to hide the blush that was forcing a guest appearance on her face. she hadn’t expected him to want to hear her sing showtunes, much less learn her favorites. it was sweet and maybe he was joking but if he wasn’t..she was touched. “I don’t know if you really wanna go through with that. I can get pretty annoying about my favorite shows.” A warning. That was the least she could do after all. she was a little grateful he couldn’t see the frown that graced her lips at the more serious note this was taking. she hated the idea of him feeling even half of what she felt with her parents. It was…lonely and depressing. The last thing she wanted was for him to pity her or expect her to pity him. If they really were in the same boat then they had to use each other to get through it, not enable the feelings. “Hey, can’t win them all over, right?”

#& threads : all.#& char : dawson muller.#& threads : dawson muller.#& threads : dawson ft. daniela rizk.

" cool , cool . " dawson began to nod , then stopped , his eyes widening slightly . " wait , like . . . like now , or . . . 'cause i — i don't know if i have condoms . " well , at least she knew he really hadn't been expecting anything to happen . and that he probably wasn't hooking up with a lot of people lately . did that matter to her ? should he ask if it did ? it was a non problem , really , since he had no desire to see anyone else anyway . his mind was wandering , and he was realizing he might not have needed that last hit after all .

too caught up in himself to note the blush in her cheeks , he tried to swallow down his own discomfort , ignore it , push away the fear she was judging him for being awkward or dumb . it didn't matter . god , it was so nice to think it didn't matter . " that's okay . maybe . depends . what's your favorite show ? " he had a feeling it was something he had never heard of , and one he would be youtube-ing tonight . " you are right , " he agreed , his lips easing back into a grin , " but i'm gonna win them over so hard they forget your ex even existed . you just wait . "

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The hyperventilating came before his hand landed on her shoulder. Scarlett's breathing was hardly that at all. She felt like she was suffocating from the smoke all over again. Her mind and body had immediately gone into fight-or-flight mode, and she needed any possible way out of the situation before it got worse. There wasn't a possibility in her mind that she was going to escape the fire this time. The smell was overwhelming, and tears began to fall from her eyes. How the hell was she supposed to explain to Shui that she was the reason her family was dead? He would never look at her the same. He shouldn't, in her opinion.

She tried to swallow. When she tried, though, her throat felt tight, and her stomach felt sick. Shui spoke. A word, a name, a place...Scarlett didn't know what he had said. When his hand met her shoulder, her head whipped in his direction. The way she looked alone was enough of an indicator that something was very, very wrong. It was. She was having a full-blown panic attack as she relived the tragedy she had caused in her mind. Her eyes were pleading with him to do something, to get her far away from the lake.

Finally, she opened her mouth, but the only sound that came out was in the form of sobs. Gasping for breath, she reached out to clutch his arms, feeling as if her legs were going to give out or she would faint. Her mind was spiraling. She couldn't even look at the fire, knowing it was there. Finally, she attempted to form words, holding onto him tightly. "Get me out of here," she managed to choke out between sobbing and hyperventilating. "Please."

#& threads : all.#& char : ren shui.#& threads : ren shui.#& threads : shui ft. scarlett silverstein.

he could recognize the fear in her eyes , though it was something he had not felt in so , so long . like a distant , dusty memory , he could practically see the foggy outline of himself in front of him , cowered in a small , dark room , arms wrapped around his legs , clutching them to his chest . wide eyed , unable to catch his breath for what felt like days . perhaps it had been . he shook it off as quickly as it had come . that was another lifetime . that was when he was someone else entirely . someone that it did no good to miss , for there was no going back .

" okay . alright . " get me out of here , she'd said . he hesitated for another second before he bent his knees slightly , picked her up in a sudden swoop , awkwardly trying to adjust her position in his arms . he didn't know where to take her , but he wanted scarlett to be okay as quickly as possible . he walked much faster than he knew he should , hoping she wouldn't notice the speed of his strides . her mind was elsewhere , he could feel her heart beating so quickly it was starting to worry him . should he get her to a doctor ? how abnormal was the rush of the blood pumping through her veins ?

once they were far enough from where they had been , completely out of sight and earshot even for shui , the smell of smoke replaced by honeysuckles and pine from the woods he'd ran them directly into , he stopped , looking down at her in his arms . he could swear he felt something physically twist in his chest . he didn't know how to help . why did it bother him so badly that he did not know how to help ? " — would you like to keep going ? "

for: @sweetapparitions (finn marley)

“You’ve been staring at my mouth all night.”

amara blinked, blushed, looked at her hands. she was absolutely staring. it was really, really, bad how badly she was staring. it hadn't even been too long since their last kiss and all she could think about was their next one. she wanted to pin him against the wall and kiss him until they were both dizzy. she knew she had a million and one things to do, that they had eyes on them in places, even her own home, but she didn't care. she was addicted to this man and how he made her feel. if that made her crazy or immature so be it.

"i...apologies..." she finally said, stealing another glance at him. she couldn't even remember what she was doing in her kitchen now. she truly had no clue. "i um...was just thinking...that i think i'm not going to work today. and stay in...so if you wanted to go do anything you're umm..free to do that. anything." she looked away again. she was so red, she felt like a teenage girl with a crush. "sorry, again."

#& threads : all.#& char : finn marley.#& threads : finn marley.#& threads : finn ft. amara rueng.

this was simultaneously the happiest and most stressful finn's life had ever been . to know that amara felt the same , that he could be with her to some degree , to not have to worry about someone swooping in and stealing her heart away , he was on cloud nine . but there were a lot of things they hadn't talked about yet . like , practically . . . everything . any time they left the house , he was on guard for two reasons , trying not to look too interested in her , to give anyone the wrong impression , which probably made him seem even more suspicious

" no need to apologize . " he liked it . a lot . the constant reassurance that it wasn't all in his head . that she was having the same thoughts he was . sometimes he feared it consumed him far more than it possibly could her , but he could never get too deep in his head before there was some sort of sign that she had not changed her mind , putting that panicky voice in his head at ease . " anything ? " he took a quick peek behind him before he took two long strides forward , standing too close to mean anything else if staff were to walk in . " i might have a few ideas , if you need something to fill your . . . newly cleared schedule . "

she hummed, her nerves dissolving a little bit. “Maybe i do want sex. I’m pretty big on consent though.” She hadn’t flirted with anyone….at all since her ex. There were a lot of things she stopped doing once she finally was able to end things. She stopped apologizing for wanting to shine. She stopped pretending to play a part that was provided to her. There were a lot of things that were different now. But that’s why she had to be cautious now. The fake relationship sounded way easier than trying to actually put herself out there. She might have never really done the casual hookup thing but maybe she needed to start.

“I don’t know if my answer is going to better or worse but…showtunes? Don’t laugh i was a huge theater kid and some habits stick!” his last question caught her off guard a little. It was his tone. It sounded….like he understood how she felt more than he should. That was dangerous. a part of her knew she should probably not answer him, but she found herself answering anyways. “Umm…yeah. It’s actually really awful. He wasn’t….he wasn’t good for me. Or to me. So, it hurts a little but…life goes on. Why? Going through something similar?”