Song: The Weeknd - less than zero.
Imagine; you're forced into marriage with Stephen, but everything is better than staying with your own family.
Warnings: angst, fluff. Mentions of past abuse. Trauma
Okay so someone requested smut and I'm at a point in my life where that is very difficult for me to write for personal reasons I don't feel comfortable sharing yet. I made this mob!stephen one instead to give you something so I hope that's alright!
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You always thought of him as alluring, perhaps it was him who would someday Release you from the prison your parents kept you in. The invisible cage they created to keep you small and vulnerable.
And in a way he was the prince on the white horse, cutting the chains and opening the confines. It was because of him that you got the peace you desired for so many years, but it comes with a cost. It always does.
He's not very talkative, he leaves you on your own a lot and it's a weird feeling after being watched so closely all of your life. You're discovering your own interests, but sometimes, you'd like it if Stephen would talk to you, maybe help you set up some things.
His sister in the other hand spends more time with you, having girls days and whatnot. Like today, she came over and decided to just stay the entire afternoon as well.
'Why do you stay with Stephen babe? I can see you're not happy...' his sister says as she hands you a cup of tea.
Your eyes widen at her remark, you don't know if she's even genuine or if she's trying to find some kind of motive, perhaps it's a trap?
'It's not a trap hun ... do not worry... I am simply curious...'
'Oh.. uhm...' you hesitate. 'I don't mind being with your brother...he's good to me... better than being around my parents... he saved me.. in a way... anything is better than the hell he pulled me from... I have tried to get his attention but...he's not interested in that...'
'Trust me hun, he's more interested than he looks, I think he doesn't realize how little time he spends with you... before you two married.. all he spoke about is you and how he couldn't stand to watch you get treated the way you did...'
'He did?'
'Oh yes... you want to know what I think?' She gets closer, her dark curls bouncing as she does. She tips her sunglasses down. 'He's scared.. that he will mess it up, go to far with you...'
'He shouldn't be...' you shake your head. 'I know he wouldn't dare to harm me in any way...'
Stephen leans against the doorframe, out of sight of his sister and you. He couldn't help but eavesdrop, just for a little while.
You just look so beautiful today and he simply wanted to observe. He hates that his sister is right about his fears. He knows what your family has ruined and he can't stand to contribute if he lets go of the fear.
Hearing you say he shouldn't be afraid however, makes him wonder if by pushing you away, he's making his fear come true all by himself..
Perhaps it's time to take things further and just live, perhaps a good dinner would make a fine start at that.
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'What is all of this? Don't get me wrong it's amazing but... why?'
'What? I can't spoil my wife now?' He chuckles as he slides the chair back. You sit down and eye him carefully.
'Okay look, I might have overheard your conversation with my sister... she's right, I was scared... hearing you say it's not necessary... it got me thinking...' he sits down himself.
It takes a while for the conversation to get comfortable between you. The awkwardness of wanting to share everything and nothing at once eating away at you both.
But as the night progresses, so does the communication. Stephen talks about his family and how they're so happy you came to be one of them, he talks about his childhood, his work. Even his friends come up as a topic.
Then it gets silent, you have nothing to tell him about your life that will make you laugh or even break into a smile. You have no friends, your family you'd rather forget then mention ever again and then there's this. The sudden interest from Stephen that brings you unease from the spontaneity of it all.
'What's wrong?'
'Stephen I... I can't help but feel a little overwhelmed... by your sudden interest... I.. your sister told me you talked about me even before the marriage but... it doesn't feel that way...'
'That's okay... I get that...' he tells you and you frown. 'What?'
'I get that the sudden attention makes you feel strange... that's why I wanted to start with dinner and then start building up to something...'
'I don't even have anything to talk about...' you lower your head, your eyes casting to the ground. 'I'm not even interesting-'
'I'm gonna stop you right there... you are interesting... that's why I married you.. I find you fascinating... endearing.. smart.. beautiful and intriguing.. you might not have things to talk about right now that you want to talk about... but I will make sure that in a little while, you have.. you are no longer locked in a cage... and I was stupid enough to make you feel so lonely... I'm going to fix this... if you'll let me...' he lays his hand on the table with his palm facing up.
'I think I can manage...' you give him a small smile as your hand glides in his. 'Good..'
'Oh and if I ever act like that in front of you again, just send my sister after me...'
'Oh I fully intend to..'
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Marvel Imagines pt. 5
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