#memes answered || Marta Cabrera

[intelwon]

       FIRST FIVE KISSES        @kaijvking​ said :  💋 (ransom & marta)

She can’t believe he did this. Watching her date flee from the house, she knows he won’t be calling her back. A heavy sigh escapes and she closes the door behind him before her hands ball into fists. Anger radiates through her and the air grows tense, static. She walks over to where he’s standng, that little smirk on his face... 

“ What is wrong with you?! ” She’s frustrated and she can’t express it the way that she wants. She’s always been a quiet girl, never stepping out of bounds. Sure, she could be sarcastic with the best of them, joke around, but expressing her displeasure? She’s always swallowed that done and hoped it never saw the light of day. Not this time.

“ You didn’t have to be such an ass! ” Why is he acting this way? Nicer to her, a jerk to anyone else. Why? Does he just feel guilty? He doesn’t have to be here and he showed up for a reason, right? Why was he here of all nights? Was this just because she wasn’t answering her phone? �� I’m allowed to see people... and focus on them you know. ” Was he jealous?

She shakes her head. “ You’re just so... so... !! ” Tall? Handsome? Frustratingly so, sometimes it doesn’t let her think straight. Like now. “ I just... I can’t...! ” Sentences are beyond her at this point and large eyes flick between his and the curve of his lips and the broadness of his shoulders. Breath comes in short puffs as her frustrations grow and before she realizes it, her fingers are tangled in the fabric of his sweater, pulling him down to her and lips collide haphazardly. 

It isn’t planned, a spur of the moment that consumes her little being. She’s not impulsive but tonight is an exception. In that moment, the world stands still and she forgets just what she’s mad at him about. His lips are soft, she thinks. 

When she pulls back, Marta is reminded of the reality. “ Mierda! ” Before she can stop herself, her hand connects with his cheek in a resounding SMACK as if it was his fault for the kiss! Hands spring to cover her mouth, gasping in surprise. “ Oh, Ransom! I..  I’m so sorry! ” Cheeks burn red in embarrassment. “ I’ll get you ice! ” She makes a beeline straight to the kitchen to hide her face. Hopefully this entire night could be buried and forgotten.

[intelwon]

                @kaijvking​ said :  2. [DISTRACTING KISS] - Your muse kisses mine to                    avoid answering a difficult question or discussing a difficult topic. My                    muse may or may not realise they’re being used as a distraction.                    ( ransom to marta 👀 )

❝ Where were you...? ❞

     𝙰 𝚂𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽, one she doesn’t expect to sound so heavy. Head hangs low as she stares into the mug of tea she cups with her hands. It isn’t her place to ask; he owes her nothing. Yet, Marta can’t help but feel paranoia seeping into the crevices of her mind, hiding in the dark where it festers and grows. ❝ 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜... ❞

     Gaze lifts to watch him carefully but it’s not the reaction she really wants. Avoidance, as expected. She lets out a heavy sigh, head turning away from him. How pathetic can she get? Only when she feels his fingers under her chin does she look back up at him. Lips part to speak only silenced by his own. She tries to pull away but his hands hold her cheeks and keeps her still. It only takes a few seconds for her to lean into his touch, eyes fluttering shut. 

                                𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠.

[intelwon]

   @kaijvking​ said:  ‘ i tell myself i do not need you ’ ( ransom to marta 👀 )

               𝚂𝙷𝙴   𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻𝚂   𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝚂𝙰𝙼𝙴.      Not   because   he   doesn’t   matter,   but   because   he   does.   The   internal   struggle   presents   itself   again   and   she   calms   the   voice   inside   her   that’s   so   insistent   that   it’s   all   a   big   mistake.   That   voice   resides   in   the   past,   a   past   Marta   chooses   to   forgive   and   forget.   Though,   it   doesn’t   stop   the   thoughts   from   surfacing   now   and   then.   She   can   only   hope   it   dies   down   over   time.   

❝   I   don’t   know   what   you   want   me   to   say   to   that...   ❞   Brows   knit   together   pensively   before   she   cracks   a   smile.   She   grabs   the   decorative   pillow   and   chucks   it   at   him.   ❝   Stop   being   so   serious.   ❞

[intelwon]

           𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭             @kaijvking​ said :  we can’t be friends. ( ransom to marta OUCH )

It’s not what she expects to hear come from his mouth and though he tends to say a lot of shit she’s learned to filter out, this throws her for a loop. What they’ve been doing certainly doesn’t constitute as just friends, she knows, but he doesn’t seem the type to be anything more. Though, she stopped texting the guy her friends set her up with and had been declining any offers since. 

“ We can’t be friends...? or we can’t be just friends? ” Marta takes a step closer, large brown eyes settling on his face. Does he seem tense to her or maybe its her own tension etching into her limbs, trying to freeze her from getting any closer.

“ If it is the first... I would be very sad... but if it’s the latter... ” She pauses, unsure if she should continue. Does he really care? He’s been showing more than talking and she needs to go with what he’s shown her than anything else. 

“ Then... I want you to know I’m not seeing anyone else... Only you. ”

[intelwon]

         pucker up! kissing meme          @kaijvking​​  //   19. aggressive kiss     ransom and marta

Dinners have become habitual, Ransom coming over and spending the evenings with her family. She thinks it’s better than being alone in his home, which, in her opinion, felt more like a house than a home. Here, her sister starts an argument, bickering ensues, smiles passed around with the food. Her mother goes off, speaking so quickly, even she has a hard time picking up what she’s saying. Or maybe she’s too distracted by Ransom’s fingers ghosting over the palm of her hand, tracing the outline of her fingers. Goosebumps cascade over her arms and a light shade of pink tints her cheeks. 

Dinner over, Ransom helps clearing the table. Marta thinks she’s imagining the touches. Perhaps they’re accidental, brushing against her shoulder when gathering a plate, hands reaching for the same bowl. Until she feels his hand run along the small of her back does she realize he’s teasing her. Mouth opens to say something, but her mother enters and Marta swallows her words quickly. 

He helps her wash dishes; she cleans, he dries. There’s nothing he can do to stir anything in her here but she’s wrong. Every time he takes a plate, she swears she can feel fingers curl around her own. Is he closer? She can practically feel his heat coming off his body, fabric of their clothes brushing against each other. Toes turn toward him, head lifts up as eyes settle on his face. He’s not looking at her, as if the dish rag and plate are just so interesting but she sees that little smirk on his face. He’s doing this on purpose, he has to be. This isn’t just a bunch of coincidences driving her mad. 

She excuses herself when the dishes are done, hurriedly rushing to a room in the back where she can breathe before he arrives, knowing that he’d follow. After all, she shot him a look before departing, willing him to follow suit. 

When he enters the room, fingers curl into his sweater, pulling herself to him, lips clashing against his own in a desperate desire, an ache that settled in her gut slowly being satisfied by the contact. “ You know what you were doing... ” she breathes against him, hands refusing to unclench themselves in fear he’ll pull away. “ You know what that would do to me... ” Teasing always gets him his way.

“ You weren’t playing fair. ”

[intelwon]

         @kaijvking​ said :  “I can admire you much better from here.” ( ransom to marta )

“ Is that what you call this? ”

Lounging on the couch with feet up, eating all her cookies while she works? Well, that does sound like Ransom. She’s not exactly fighting him on it either. Since inheriting everything from Harlan, there’s a level of stress she’s never encountered. The first several months were difficult but there seems to be a rhythm now that she’s settling into. 

Staring at him, she wishes she had the power her mother possesses with la chancla, whip him into shape. But no, that skill was given to mothers. One day. Still, she takes some pleasure in watching her mother take care of some of Ransom’s more problematic attitudes in the meantime. 

“ You could still help out. This place is too big for me to take care of by myself... ” She can’t seem to bring herself to hire help.