I'm sorry but ppl have been DEFENDING ALEXIS!? Like people have been genuinely upset at Sam for calling her a bitch???? I'm sorry but who in their right mind could defend Alexis turning Sam AFTER HE SAID NO? HE TOLD HER TO STOP! HE WAS PUSHING HER OFF HIM UNTIL SHE FORCED HIM TO OPEN HIS EYES AND TRANCED HIM
Y'all are fucking insane for excusing Alexis' actions because "she's hot.", Sam had all the right in the world to call her a bitch and honestly he could've (and should've) called her worse because she is.
She assaulted ïżŒSam. End of story. AND she's not even sorry, she said it herself!! Now I'd get if y'all we're mad at Sam for calling her a bitch after she tried to apologize and if she was actually sorry and trying to make up for her actions but she wasn't, and I doubt she ever will.
Y'all have taken pretty privilege way too far.
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im ,,,,,,,looking,,,,respectfully,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
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of insecurity and worship
day 6 of redactober !
vincent/lovely fluff (and fade-to-black-smut)
Lovely stood naked in front of the mirror. Hands roamed over a body that was supposedly theirs. It had all their features, responded to all their movements, connected to all their nerves.
But it wasnât theirs.
Not fully.
It hadnât been for a long time.
Since the early childhood days others had forced their marks onto Lovelyâs body, marking tiny sections as ânot-mineâ.
It grew from scratches to scars, from kisses to bruises. Growing and gathering until they were nothing short of an amalgamation of otherâs identities; stories they would rather forget.
Some were more obvious: the physical scars of trauma and accidents that time would never heal. Some less so, the internal wounds that were almost always more devastating than the visible ones.
They had tried not to, but seeing their Prince standing with such gorgeous people made them question their own worth.
Those types of people tasted like honey. They felt like glass, delicate and special. They sounded like music and looked even softer. No one flinched when those types of people took off their clothes.
Lovely was not. In the end, they were the antithesis of those people. They were broken. Cracked and chipped. Laid bare to be forgotten, winced at, looked over.
âLovely. What are you doing?â Their husband called softly, body leaning against their doorframe. His arms were crossed, forcing his chest to stick out.
They wondered if he ever thought about leaving them for someone better.
Shaking their head, they moved swiftly away from the mirror. The horrific reflection flittered out of sight.
âJust getting changed.â They laughed. It was hollow to their own ears. They couldnât lie, but that didnât mean they couldnât tell half-truths. He moved almost silently, though he purposefully slowed enough to make sure they were aware of his movements.
âWhatâs really going on?â He questioned softly, hands sliding into place over theirs. The shirt in their grasp fell to the floor. They kept their head down, gaze locked onto the very-interesting shirt that crumpled to the floor.
Fitting.
Subconsciously, they moved their eyes back to the mirror, and winced. âFuck.â
âCâmon baby. Talk to me.â Squeezing their hands, he brought them back to the mirror.
An arm wrapped around their middle, another looped across their shoulder and down their side. His head came to rest in the junction of their neck.
A delicate kiss had them leaning back into the strong embrace.
âIâm just sick of feeling broken and wondering if Iâm good enough.â Their lower lip trembled traitorously. It was somehow easier to voice all their feelings in the darkness.
It was comforting in a way.
âWhat?â He breathed out, a puff of hot air tickled their neck. âOf course youâre good enough. Where is this coming from?â
Scoffing harshly, âCâmon, youâre not stupid. Everyone has seen you with the people at that party tonight. Any one of them looked far better on your arm than I ever have. Even beforeâŠâ They trailed off, voice breaking. Dark gazes met in the reflection.
Anger and acceptance.
âNo.â
A squeal was ripped from their throat as they were hoisted up and flung onto the bed.
âOof-, wow okay.â A giggle burst forward, unexpected in the face of their loverâs vampiric speed.
Lips met theirs. It was brutal but beautiful. Hot and calm. Complete juxtapositions all at once.
âVincent, wait. Whatâs gotten into you?â Lovely gasped, hands coming to find purchase on his face. His eyes searched in theirs for a few long moments.
âMy partner doesnât think theyâre good enough. I call bullshit. But I know actions are louder than words. So⊠âm gonna prove it to you.â He promised, fingertips tracing down their naked torso.
His teeth caught at their throat, sucking a mark into the flesh beneath them. Lovely moaned, body arching up into the addicting touch.
âVince-"
âShh, let me prove something to you.â That voice was dark, tinted with danger, lust and promises of something good.
âTell me why you think youâre not good enough.â He demanded, still marking his territory across their chest and neck.
Unable to lie, the words tumbled from their lips, âBecause youâre a Prince. You look so fucking good and Iâm left off to the side like some little bitch. It isnât your fault, but I just wonder if youâre gonna leave me. After all, I was fucked up from Adam, and my old life; but now this.â Their free hand gestured to their body, the remnants of the damage caused by the inversion.
Vincent peeled himself off them, using some of his strength to keep his body parallel to theirs but hovering above.
His eyes roamed every inch of their skin, taking it in. They suddenly felt very exposed.
âDonât you dare.â He warned as theirs hands came up to shield themself. âLovely, you are⊠the single most exquisite beauty I have ever had the privilege of laying my eyes upon. Not only are you fucking sexy, but youâre gorgeous in a way that words cannot do justice to.â He kissed their lips, soft and sweet.
He kissed them like he was trying to make them believe him.
âYouâre caring.â A kiss to their nose.
âYouâre brave.â A nip to their chin.
âYouâre mine.â A bite to their neck.
âYou are my everything and more. You are kind, smart, beautiful, funny, and you have made my life so much better just by existing in it.â He swore, trailing kisses and nips over their heart and lungs.
Vincent made his spouse feel the weight behind each one of his words. âI will never leave you. You are not broken. You are my partner.â His breath ghosted their outer thighs. Vincent adored the way Lovely shivered under his movements.
It satisfied some primal part of him to know he was the one causing that reaction.
âI have never, and will never, care about your scars. Internal or external. Theyâre part of what makes you so⊠Lovely.â
They smiled at his idiocy, tears streaking down their cheeks. Festering black tendrils of shame, hatred and insecurity retreated slightly; relinquishing their hold on Lovelyâs heart with each word.
They leaned up, taking Vincentâs face between their hands, âI love you.â
âI love you too.â
Their kiss was the type written in fairytales. The Princess Bride was a close equivalent, Vincent thought happily.
âIâm never leaving you.â He swore, thumb swiping away the few remaining tears that glistened under their pretty eyes.
âIâm not going anywhere either.â It was a nice reassurance, especially considering neither could lie to the other.
Vincent chuckled, hand worming its way down to their sensitive thighs again, âActually I might if I canât get my mouth on you in the next few minutes.â
They groaned, flinging themself backwards and laughing. Always one to ruin a moment, their Vincent.
Their Husband.
Forever.
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