Carmy

♡ carmy

from here

i shouldn't be surprised by the not telling her he loves her but for some reason i expected MORE OF HER BOYFRIEND

@s-unfleur asked: you should trust your instincts. / feyd + paul from here

                Fingers    twitch    as    Paul    speaks,    head    canting    to    the    side.    He    watches    the    man    from    his    place    in    the    room-    it    wasn't    wise    to    turn    your    back    to    the    door...    though    do    you    have    a    choice    when    faced    with    a    wild    animal    ??    How    long    had    it    been    since    he    fought    someone    who    put    up    a    good    fight    ??    Someone    who    wasn't    drugged    and    thrown    in    a    ring    with    him    for    the    entertainment    of    his    own    kind    ??    What    can    he    say    ??    He's    a    man    of    the    people.

                Feet    step    to    the    side,    rounding    the    table    between    the    two.    He    currently    has    no    intention    of    springing    on    the    Atreides,    though,    that    could    change    at    any    given    moment.    Violence    was    in    Feyd-Rautha's    blood,    it    coursed    through    him,    as    red    and    as    viscous    as    the    liquid    in    his    veins.    It    takes    everything    in    him    not    to    resort    to    it    immediately.

                "    I    don't    think    you    want    that,    Atreides.    It would not work out in your favor. "

♡ richie hahahahaha

from here

honestly was not expecting a full fuckin card from this man, but we love to see it

                Fingers    now    press    to    forehead    as    she    shakes    her    head,    though    the    grin    still    remains.    Unfortunately    she's    all    giggles    at    the    moment.    Though    she    removes    her    hand    and    holds    it    up,    gesturing    in    his    general    direction.

                "    Nah,    I    think    you're    fine.    Just    dust    it    off,    c'mon    Jimmy.    Be    a    MAN.    "

He curls his lip, nods, difficult to argue, "I'm picking up what you're putting down," it isn't clear what exactly he's attempting to do, but he proceeds to stride straight into the wall, knocks a picture down. He himself does not hit the floor, orientates himself. Stupidity was why he was concussed. They were both kinda right, both kinda wrong.

"Alright. Hospital."

                Maybe    they    wouldn't    exist    for    him…    but    for    Holly    it    was    still    very    real.    Still    making    the    white    powder    disappear,    drinking    the    alcohol    like    she    was    dying    of    thirst.    Seth    got    over    his    shit,    Holly    just    seemed    to    hide    it    better    for    longer.    Who    knows,    maybe    he'll    have    to    tie    her    to    a    chair    and    leave    her    there    for    days    too.    It    worked    for    him,    why    wouldn't    it    work    for    her    ??    (    probably    because    he's    gentler    on    her    than    everyone    is    on    him    )

                Hands    reach    for    his,    fingers    hooking    over    digits    as    eyes    shut    when    lips    press    to    forehead.    They    squeeze    a    moment.    But    at    the    mention    of    Richie,    they    snap    open    to    look    at    the    thief    once    more.    Holly    nods,    face    still    trapped    between    his    hands.    She    wont    let    him    leave    her    touch    just    yet.

                "    Yes.    "    It    was    more    reluctant    on    his    part.    They    had    better    things    to    do,    what    with    finding    Malvado.    Obviously    she    wasn't    privy    to    that,    just    some    more    jobs    is    what    she    was    told.    It's    okay,    Holly    didn't    want    to    know.    Though    what    she    does    know    is    that    Richie    loved    his    brother    enough    to    check    in    on    her.    Even    if    it    was    for    five    minutes.    Even    if    she    had    Nick.

                "    Did    you    have    fun    in    Mexico    ??    "    She    knew    it    wasn't    all    margaritas    and    sunsets    for    him.    Obviously    the    drugs    and    the    thieving    and    the...    whatever    the    fuck    they're    called.    Something    she    doesn't    want    to    be    involved    in.

he should've known that his shit would bleed onto holly. there was no way to avoid it, no way to compartmentalize aspects of his life. months spent in mexico, months spent shooting drugs into his veins while trying to forget the mess that had become of his relationship with his brother. it wasn't fair to expect holly to come out of it untouched. he doesn't like to talk about it, but it was an elephant in the room between them. hell, if he was given half a chance he might make a grab for the needle again: but he can't do that to her.

& instead of talking about it, he simply walks around the counter. gentle hands find a home on her cheeks to tilt her head up, keeping pretty blue eyes on him. somewhere along the way, he'd really fallen for her. something he hadn't thought possible after vanessa, but holly had managed to worm her way into his heart. that's why he's so determined to always make it home to her. even when things are falling apart, she's the one piece of sunshine he can always count on to still be there. despite their flaws, despite the world being hellbent on killing him, he wouldn't break his promise to her.

❛ i'm here now, baby. ❜ lips pressed to her forehead, fingers calmly tangling themselves in blonde hair. maybe if they don't talk about the drugs, it'll be like they never happened in the first place. it's a sickening kind of solace that he needs. ❛ richie take care of you? ❜ he knows the answer: the man would already be dead if he hadn't.

@dxsole | cont.

                Patience    is    not    her    virtue-    not    when    it    comes    to    Hugo,    anyways.    ESPECIALLY    when    he's    between    her    thighs,    nipping    at    the    sensitive    flesh.    It    sends    a    gentle    jerk    throughout    her    body,    and    she's    sighing    immediately.    He    presses    his    lips    fully    to    her    core    and    that's    when    she's    stopped    caring.

                Holly    knows    he    can't    hear    her,    she    knows    he    likes    to    watch,    but    the    moment    she    feels    any    sort    of    pleasure,    she's    laid    down    completely,    back    arching    into    the    mattress.    Fingers    lace    through    his    blonde    hair    and    hips    roll    upwards    into    his    mouth    softly.

                Holly    can't    help    it    when    he    makes    her    feel    this    good    already,    whines    and    moans    spilling    from    her    lips,    and    thighs    trembling    around    his    head,    even    if    she    tries    to    keep    them    spread    apart    for    him.    It's    difficult    when    he's    good    at    what    he    does.

                Toes    curl,    eyes    squeeze    shut    and    she's    rolling    hips    up    into    his    touch    once    again.    His    name    leaves    her    lips-    even    if    he    can't    hear    it,    she    still    does    it    just    for    him.