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SFW Possessive Reader: Part Four

FLORA

You knew dating Flora wouldn’t be easy. Neither of you had much, if any, experience in relationships. Then, your careers kept you busy and apart most of the day. You could deal with it if it were just that, though. Your gaze drifted from where you sulked to where Flora and Carter whispered close together over an artifact. Telling yourself their relationship was professional only went so far when the two shared all meals and lived together. 

You felt like a third wheel in your relationship. Nothing was changing from before you began to date Flora. You only got to see her on the days that Van visited. Time with you was squeezed between the daily work you couldn’t skip and dinner for Carter, leaving a meager few hours two days a month. It wasn’t until Flora got up to leave in the middle of a movie that your frustrations burst forth.

“Oh, I need to leave to start dinner.”   

"Look, I know we've been dating for only two months, but I think it's time you tell Carter you don't like him that way,” you fumed. “Sorry, it just- It feels like you’re married to him, and he doesn’t even appreciate your cooking! He’s a grown man; he can find some way to feed himself. He managed before you came to work with him. Surely, making him dinner isn’t part of your contract. I’d like to see you more than twice a month. Don’t you want to see me more?”

You felt terrible for your outburst as you watched Flora blink in surprise from behind her glasses. As you were preparing to apologize for overreacting, Flora spoke. 

“I don’t enjoy cooking much. I would rather just focus on the dig site than worrying about meals,” she confessed. “I’d like to see you more, but I don’t want to quit working.” 

“Oh, I’m not asking that! How about you spend some nights with me to have dinner? I enjoy cooking, and Nina has taught me some fresh fish dishes. I can cook while you tell me about the artifacts you’ve uncovered for the day.” 

“That sounds nice,” Flora blushed. “But I should still leave for today. I need to talk with Carter about some changes.”

GUSTAFA

Takakura assured you the farm would be fine for a few days. He had handled the farm before you came, and while your work had helped grow it beyond what he did, Takakura wanted you to have some time to enjoy being newly married. You were greatly appreciative then, but now you regretted taking the offer. The beach resort was amazing for the first few hours. 

Then you learned that Gustafa couldn’t be left alone. Another scowl crossed your face as you watched the girl cozy up to Gustafa at the bar again. You didn’t want to doubt him; you knew better deep down. Seeing the model-like girl throw herself at your husband and him pleasantly hold a conversation like any other day was hard. Did his shades somehow block the view of her wearing practically nothing? 

“Hey, I thought we were having fun?” Gustafa gently asked, setting your drink in front of you. 

“It’s a little hard when missy over there keeps throwing herself at you, and you let her!” you seethed, gesturing at the bikini-wearing girl. His easy-going personality was one of the reasons you fell in love with him. But could he honestly not see the girl flirting with him?

“The girl I was just speaking with?” Gustafa questioned with a smile. 

“Are you serious right now?” 

Gustafa’s grin only grew in response, and you could feel tears of frustration pricking your eyes. Before you could open your mouth to say things you would regret later, the man swiftly bent down, planting a kiss against your lips before peppering your face with others. His assault didn’t stop until you shoved him away, gasping for air between your giggles.

“Hey, look at me,” Gustafa urged, removing his shades to stare directly into your eyes. You gulped, trying to focus and not become lost in his dazzling blue gaze. “I’m yours, and no one can change that. I have no interest in anyone that isn't you.”

You dumbly nodded as Gustafa winked and replaced his shades, reassuringly grabbing your hand to plant kisses across your knuckles. As he talked about possible excursions for the two of you, you couldn’t help but smirk over his shoulder at the girl.

MARLIN/MATTHEW

It was the end of summer, but no one told the sweltering heat it was fall’s turn. “Maybe it’s just me,” the thought crossed your mind as you walked by Vesta’s farm to the dig site. Matthew and Cecilia crouched together too close for your liking as they tended to the crops in the field. You liked Cecilia as a person. She was sweet; who in town didn’t like the young woman? But that included your new boyfriend. 

From the beginning, he seemed out of your league. The interactions between Cecilia and him convinced you further that he’d never be interested in you. But then, your relationship blossomed. The fall was hard for you, and only recently had your jealousy begun to rear its head. You wouldn’t be so bothered if you believed Matthew only viewed her as a sister. The way he treated Vesta and Ceci was too different, though. Friends had tried to reassure you that such things were normal in sibling relations. Not every bond was the same, and they swore Matthew looked at you like you were the sun his earth revolved around.

You let out a frustrated sigh as Carter called an end to the day. Keeping your hands busy had done nothing to clear your mind. You rushed home to finish your chores and dragged into the house. If only the day could be over, you wished as you finished washing up. But you still needed to cook dinner. The sight of something blue draped on the corner of your mirror caught your eye. How had you forgotten Matthew left his button-up? Although you couldn’t recall the exact details, you remembered promising to clean it and return it to him. You sniffed the fabric before inhaling deeply. The shirt still smelled like him. It almost felt like getting a hug. You giggled as you tugged the shirt over your pajamas. Cecilia probably didn’t get to do anything like this. A knock at the door sent you scurrying to answer in confusion.

“Hey, Y/N. Were we still on for-?” Matthew’s words trailed off, seeing what you were wearing. Your eyes widened in shock. You had forgotten all about your plans after seeing them work the fields. “Is that my shirt?”     

“I’m sorry I stole your shirt. It still smells like you,” you mumbled an explanation, watching his face turn red. “Are you mad? I can give it back.” 

You jumped as Matthew’s hands clamped onto your shoulders, preventing you from removing his shirt. He cleared his throat, “Y-you can keep it on; it looks good on you.” 

You couldn’t fight the giant grin that enveloped your face. How could you have ever doubted this man?