#myarmiscompleteagain

Kissy Starters

Mrs.Lovett smirked as she continued rolling the dough out on her counter, pretending that her heart wasn’t racing at just the sound of the barber’s voice. They had had a bet, once again, about how many pies she could make in an hour. She had lost on purpose, of course. She always lost on purpose just for the thrill of seeing what exactly Sweeney would do with her. When he asked for a kiss, she finally looked up at him, but then began slowly backing into the parlour.

Expecting Starters

Mrs.Lovett stared at Sweeney with furrowed eyebrows, wanting to smack the confused look off his face. She’d be damned if their child was half as dense as it’s father.

“I mean the baby’s coming, you sodding prick!”

Taking a deep breath, she leaned against the kitchen counter for support and looked around the room. 

Send me § and my muse will react to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them.

Mrs.Lovett let out a frustrated huff as she stomped into the parlour, angrily throwing her coat and hat to the side. She had expected to spend a nice afternoon with Sweeney at the market or with a picnic, but for some reason he was insufferably grumpy today, and was just itching to start as many fights as he could. She had did a decent job of not letting him get under her skin for a good few hours, but after a few backhanded comments about her weight, she had snapped back at him and caused an explosive fight in the middle of the marketplace. 

When they got home, she expected him to return to his shop upstairs, and was therefore surprised when she felt his arms snaking around her waist to turn her around. She let out a grunt when the back of her head hit the wall with a thud, and was about to open her mouth to scream at him, but as soon as her lips were parting, she felt his smashing against hers. Her instant response was to kiss back, but her hands clenched into fists at her side. He couldn’t just kiss her and expect all to be forgiven. But she loved it, and she hated that she loved it. 

Using all her strength, she pushed him back, only to pin him inches from where he had previously had her trapped against the parlour wall. 

Sweeney frowned at the baker’s response. This was a serious situation and she was already belittling her own feelings. Though had he not suffered-or continued to suffer- through similar feelings, he supposed he would have shrugged it off as well.

“You know very well that it’s more than that,” he said, sounding almost angry.

Whether it was at her or the problem at hand, he wasn’t sure. Seeing her in such a state was enough to make him angry, though. Her red eyes with dark circles underneath were too much for a fake smile to hide and he hated that she still made the attempt to fool him.

Closing his eyes, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just talk to me. Please.”

Mrs.Lovett bit her lip, knowing she must’ve looked absolutely pathetic trying to fake a smile through the tears. She lowered her eyes to the floor, unable to look at him any longer. She could sense his frustration, and even though she knew it wasn’t directed towards her, she couldn’t help but shrivel back into her seat. 

Once he looked at her, she forced herself to take a deep breath, knowing he wouldn’t go away until she talked. How could he be so stubbornly endearing at the worst time?

Hesitantly, she moved over on the sofa, silently inviting him to come sit with her. He was much too intimidating looming over her like that.

➜ Play with mine’s hair

Mrs.Lovett smiled sweetly as she stared up at Sweeney. She loved spending lazy afternoons in the parlour with him when it was too cold out to do anything else. With her head in his lap, she lay horizontal across the sofa in front of the fireplace with her hands over her belly. She watched as the barber stared off out the window, knowing he must’ve been contemplating something dreadfully morbid. Still, when she felt his fingers absentmindedly curling around her hair, she couldn’t stop grinning like an idiot. She was a sucker for having her hair played with.

“Careful,” She mumbled after a moment. “Don’t get your fingers caught.”

Mental Illness Starters

@myarmiscompleteagain

Mrs.Lovett jumped when she heard Sweeney’s voice, hurriedly rubbing at her red, puffy eyes in a desperate attempt to create the facade that she had not, in fact, spent the entire afternoon crying her eyes out. The worst part of it all was that she didn’t have anything to cry about. Not anything practical, at least. But these spells came about more constantly as she aged, and often she found herself feeling lethargic and helpless. She had nothing to live for, not really. The few interactions she had with Sweeney each day were just enough to perk her up for a second, but leave her feeling hopeless the rest of the day, once she realized how absolutely pathetic she was. He was never going to love her. She knew that. Yet, she couldn’t fathom a life without him. And so every day, she would get her hopes up in the morning, and be heartbroken by the afternoon. It was absolute misery.

Staring up at the barber, she forced the corners of her lips up into a small smile.

“What could I have said, hm?” She asked in a bitter tone.

Send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number.

2. All over kiss

Mrs.Lovett let out a small yawn as she opened her eyelids one Sunday morning, stretching out her arms as she allowed her eyes to adjust to the morning light. She turned to the barber after a moment, expecting to see him staring back at her as usual. However, she was surprised this time to see the barber fast asleep on his side of the bed. Raising an eyebrow slightly, the baker lifted her head slightly to look at the clock on the nightstand. 9 o’clock. It was late (for Sweeney, anyways). He must’ve had a long night.

Still, Mrs.Lovett didn’t know what to do with herself without Mr.Todd, so after patiently waiting all of thirty seconds, she decided to wake him.

Rolling over onto her side, she gently pressed her lips to his forehead...then again to his eyelids, nose, and finally his mouth.

“Sweeney,” She whispered, her lips still brushing against his skin.

Sweeney flinched when she took his hand, her warmth feeling like a shock against his cold skin. It was times like this when he wish he could leave. Pack up in the middle of the night without another word, nor a note left behind. Wouldn’t they both be better off without each other?

He ignored her plea. The agonizing words he had heard so often from her were too much right now. She could get by without him. She’d done so before. But as he watched her eyes grow dark with pain, that familiar warmth fading to nothing, he knew it would kill her.

Yet, it didn’t stop him from saying, “You could learn to forget me.”

Mrs.Lovett inhaled a shaky breath as she studied the stern expression on Mr.Todd’s face. She knew he was considering his options; whether or not the cost of leaving her heartbroken would be worth the liberty of being on his own in the great wide world. She knew this conversation was inevitable, yet ever since the barber came back, she feared losing him. Having Sweeney back with her felt like a dream- it always felt too good to be true, and she knew one day he would fade away, and she would be left wondering if she had imagined the whole thing.

She let out a small, sad scoff at his words, and shook her head as she looked away.