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#CONFLICTING FEELINGS
greytongue · 11 months
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rest with me.
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cw: implied smut. this is just fluff. conflicted feelings. y’all are both agents. angst????? cuddling. you feel this shouldn’t go any farther, but you REALLY like leon. he is understanding
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“stay.”
leon places a large hand on your bare lower back as you sat on the edge of the hotel bed. your eyes closed at the warmth of his hand and you sighed solemnly.
this wasn’t supposed to have happened. you two were assigned on a mission, it went relatively smoothly and now you were both spending the night at a random hotel before you’d both catch a flight back to headquarters and be given another assignment.
but of course, there was only one room available with only one king-sized bed. great.
he’d offered to take the floor, like the stupid, handsome gentleman he was. you insisted for him to just get on the bed, you were too tired to register how awkward this whole thing was. he obeyed.
you couldn’t sleep, couldn’t help but twist and turn. you had let out a sigh as you settled on your back. then, he gently reached and brush a lock of hair out of your eyes, gazes now locked onto each other. next thing you know, he’s going down on you and your hands are tangled in his hair, among other things.
you sighed, arms stopping mid way through the sleeves. “we shouldn’t have done this, kennedy.” you shake your head, pulling the shirt over yourself now. the fabric pooled around his wrist as he continued to stroke your back.
“and just keep ignoring what this is?” he gestured a finger between the two of you.
“i don’t even know what’s going on with us, leon.” you turned to look over your shoulder. “we’re supposed to just be coworkers.” you rub at your temples, trying to soothe yourself from your inner conflict.
“is that what you want?”
you stopped. in a perfect world, this would be great. but alas, it’s not. but no matter what, you simply couldn’t deny your feelings for the blond. no matter how hard you shoved those stupid fluttery feelings into a jar and threw it into the ocean.
leon sighed at your silence, moving his sizable hand from your back to your hip, over your sleep shirt.
“look, let’s sleep for now, yeah? we can deal with this later.” he tugged at your hip for you to lay down, and you complied. you were sluggish after fucking the shit out of each other. you both needed your rest.
you hiked your legs back onto the bed, he immediately opened his arms and you scooched into the inviting warmth of his body, pressing close and wedging your head beneath his chin. he held you tightly, nose burying into your hair and breathing in the scent of your shampoo.
you draped an arm over his waist, “i’m sorry for… being like this. i know i’m not saying anything you wanna hear-“
“shh,” he began stroking your back again. “just rest with me.”
you closed your eyes in defeat, body truly beginning to relax.
“okay.”
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osiris-iii-bc · 8 months
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so you really telling me Terzo was the only Papa ingloriously ending his career with betrayal and humiliation after he won a freaking Grammy?! What did he do to deserve that?
SHAME ON YOU CLERGY, HE DIDNT DESERVE THAT.
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dez78 · 7 months
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Anti-Hero
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Fandom: Skyrim
Pairings: Taliesin x Reader
Warnings: Angst, Hurt to comfort
Summary: You have conflicting feelings and confide in your traveling partner, Taliesin.
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Taliesin was worried sick about you, he woke up and you were gone. You'd be traveling together for months now and you two had grown close.
Taliesin searched restlessly on the Lakeview Manor property. You were nowhere to be found. He hurried down to the lake, he knew that was one of your favorite places to be alone.
Masser and Secunda lit his way through the thick trees. He pushed branches out of the way, no sounds, but his ragged breathing and fast paced heartbeat.
He finally made it down to the lake, the moons reflected off the still water. Making it shine. The water made soft reverberations as light waves brushed the shore. Taliesin walked along the water, searching for any sign of you.
Finally, Taliesin spotted you, he sighed a breath of relief. You were sitting out of sight under the Lady Stone. He made his way across the makeshift bridge; you had made months ago.
The Altmer sat with you in the tall, lush grass. You picked at the vibrant flowers. Seemingly, not noticing his presence. He was quiet for a while, just watching you.
The air around you felt off, he felt a wave of something unfamiliar looming off your person.
"I'm no hero." You finally spoke to him. He cocked his brow perplexed.
"What do you mean?" He questioned, clearly caught off guard.
"Of course, you are, you've helped countless people. You've done things no one else would have done." Taliesin explained calmly. You shook your head.
"It's exhausting Tally. I'm an anti-hero. I'm struggling with my own problems. I only help people because it benefits me. I know it's a terrible way to feel, but it's who I am." You replied with a dry mouth.
"How long until you abandon me because you're tired of my shit?" You asked, looking at Taliesin, really looking at him. Searching his face for a response.
"Never, I'm with you always. We may not have seen eye to eye when we met, but I've definitely come to care about you. I would never abandon you. I promise you that." Taliesin answered, honestly.
"I fear that you'll leave me one day. I'll have no control over it as you walk away from me because you're exhausted." You tried defending your reasons and consulted.
"I can't be left alone." You were starting to get hysterical now. Tears started to rush from your beautiful eyes. Taliesin inhaled sharply.
"Honestly, I have a fear of abandonment too. Growing up, I always feared my father would toss me in the streets and leave me behind. In a way, the Thalmor abandon me too. Even though I left, they wanted me to die for their bidding." Taliesin started. You only listened to him.
"When we first started traveling together, I thought you'd leave me behind after a week, but you surprised me. Now we've known each other for four months and I like to think we're friends. Nothing scares me more now than to lose you." Taliesin finally poured his feelings out to you.
Hearing his fears, made you realize, you had more in common than you thought.
"If you don't believe me, then believe me when I say. I care about you, Y/N, I have for months now. I promise, no matter what happens, you're stuck with me. I will never abandon you. You're not a bad person and even if you don't think you are a hero, you are to me and a lot of the people of Skyrim." Taliesin explained. He rested his hand on your leg.
You looked up at him, he was smiling softly at you. That genuine, kind smile, that he only wore for you. You felt your cheeks heat up and your heart raced.
Suddenly, you felt a pull. You let it happen and realized, Taliesin was pulling you into a hug. You melted into his arms and let it happen naturally. You smiled widely and nuzzled into his clothes. His scent brought you comfort.
The grip of his arms was just right, it wasn't making you feel suffocated, but safe. It was comfortable and it felt so good. You never got hugs and now that you have them, you never want to go without them ever again, so long as Taliesin was the one providing them.
You completely relaxed in his arms and let yourself go. You ended up falling asleep across Taliesin's lap and he let you. Brushing your hair from your face and watching your chest rise and fall softly.
When it was time, Taliesin carried you back to Lakeview Manor and laid you in bed, cuddling you for the rest of the night.
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alexturner2005 · 7 months
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505 with an orchestra but without miles 😭😭😭😭
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lowcallyfruity · 7 days
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Not a good time for this
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thetisming · 7 months
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May's flirting with random foreign guys line was beautiful. i love gay people
but also they'll leave Verona and go on holiday and live their best life!!!! because thats what friends do!!!!!!!
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sleavesofgrass · 7 months
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It’s that time of them month again when I just want die and also get fucked
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fieriframes · 1 year
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[You got your fires goin', you got your meat laid out here, put your rub on it, which is no more than salt and pepper. Love is big. Love makes room for conflicting feelings. Okay.]
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rizz07 · 9 months
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Part of me: Come on Logan stop crashing your car.
The other part of me: look at that poor boy sitting there
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content-with-existence · 10 months
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For every day that I didn't mind not being with her, there were twice as many of days where I couldn't stop thinking about her.
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I don’t want to be upset 
But Allah dislikes anger,
And I can’t suppress both,
The fighting ensues full force,
Between ego and submission
There is no victor.
The tears that fall alternate
Between the defence heat provides and 
cold that yields to the heart.
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dead-rabbit-comics · 2 years
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watched the thing and i am feeling tricky feelings about it and drawing through them
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cottagepunx · 2 years
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equally terrified and excited abt my birthday Tuesday
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drymushroomfics · 2 days
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Fraye Hill of
House Lannister
Chapter Six
"There you are, Fraye. I've looked all over for you.", she hears.
Fraye turns to find Ser Jamie smiling down at her. She walks over, allowing him to hug her.
"Where have you been? I haven't seen you in days?!", she asks.
"Official knight business, dear. Why are you hiding away?", he asks.
"I just needed to think for a while.", she tells him.
"Is something the matter?", he asks, holding her shoulders so she can look at him.
"No... A little. I am just a little confused. That's all."
"About what?"
"My name day."
"My father always gets what he wants. I don't even want you to marry if I must be truthful... You're smart and you'd do great in the kingsguard one day. You could be the first woman knight, Fraye."
She smiles, "I would love that but your father refuses to let me wield a sword."
"Good think I taught you in secret... I have something for you."
She raises an eye brow when he pulls a dagger from his belt.
"It's yours.", he smiles.
She takes the dagger in her hand. The sharp silver, detailed with swirls. There's gold detail on the handle with an amethyst gem adorning the middle.
"This is beautiful!", she smiles, hugging him.
"I knew you'd love it. Keep it safe, Fraye. You never know when you might need it."
She nods with a grin.
"Really. This is the best gift I've ever received."
"I figured a dagger would suit better than a sword. You are fast and sly like a cat in battle."
"Still think you can beat me?", she asks, raising a brow.
He moves back drawing his sword.
"Bring it on, Hill."
She holds her dagger, parting her legs and waiting to strike. He starts to swing his sword and she dodges every blow. She laughs as her dagger touches his sword arm.
"How are you so quick?", he laughs, proudly.
"I don't know. I just am."
"You are going to give the man you wed, a hell of a time.", he laughs.
"Yes. But I will not marry someone who believes pretty little ladies have no brains."
"Well, my dear, that will prove difficult but you'll manage."
"I always do, ser."
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 Later that evening. Fraye sits in the library, reading about the history of daggers and those who mastered the weapon.
Fraye sighs, turning the page on her book. She can feel her nerves rising with each passing day. She has less than a fortnight to choose a husband. She doesn't want to marry. She finds it ridiculous that she must.
Her thoughts linger to the hound. All she can think about is him. They way he looks at her. The way he calls her kitten. Something about his tone when he says it, goes straight between her legs. She didn't expect to feel this type of attraction to him but it's growing every day.
She's pulled out of her thoughts by Tyrion Lannister.
"I figured i'd find your here, Fraye.", he smiles, taking the seat across from her.
"No one ever comes in this library. It keeps me from unwanted encounters."
"Well, I'm sorry to impose."
"Well you are one of few that ever feel that way."
"You are the smartest man I know, Tyrion. Your company is one of few I can enjoy."
"Well, I am honored Fraye, truly."
He looks into her eyes, noticing dark circles forming.
"You seem troubled.", he tells her.
"I'm to find a husband soon."
"Yes, I'm sure Joffrey has your best interests in mind for the right husband. no doubt you'll need his say-so on who you choose.". he says with sarcasm.
"I'm not sure what to do Tyrion."
"Have you taken an interest in anyone?"
"... One person.. sort of."
"Pray tell who, my dear."
"I can't... He may not reciprocate. I would never force."
"You could never force. All of the knights and lords have been after you since your sixteenth name day."
"I just can't say, Tyrion."
"Well, what do you find so intruiging about this man, then?"
"There's just something about him. I can't get him out of my thoughts."
"As he done anything to you? Made advances?"
"None. He seems to be avoiding me actually. Trying to scare me off I think."
"I don't think you should consider him, Fraye. Any man would be lucky to wed you. I don't think he could be in his right mind to turn you down."
"I think he may be scared of me."
"I can not tell you what to do. But I promise that in the next week, if you haven't chosen, I will send Ravens for suitors. They will be invited to your name day and you can choose any of them. I know that Joffrey will choose someone awful if it is left to him."
"Thank you Tyrion. You have always been someone I can count on."
Tyrion touches herhand with a smile, "You are a smart girl. I know you will follow your heart."
As he walks out of the library, Fraye feels conflicted. Should she even consider the hound? She knows he wouldn't be a loving and understanding husband. But, she is running out of time and she knows she'd prefer him over some random lord or knight whom she doesn't know at all. Plus. She knows he would pay no mind to her knack for fighting. She even thinks he'd prefer it.
She sets down her book, deciding to go back to her room before she has to speak to anyone else. As if it was fate, Sandor happens to be standing near.
"Hello Ser Clegane.", she nods.
"I'm no ser.", he replies.
"You are to me."
She looks up at him, wondering if he really does find her dreadful.
When he looks back at her, she sees that he looks quite tired. As if something is worrying him.
"Are you alright?", she asks.
"Will you stop asking me how I am."
"Not a chance. So?... Are you?"
"I'm just fine m'lady... Are you alright?"
She smiles, thinking maybe he does care a little. Sandor suprised his own self by asking. But, considering he heard her conversation with Tyrion, he knows she's not happy and it's partially his fault.
"I could be worse, I guess. Finding a husband is worrysome. The knights wanting to be between my legs, as you put it, only worries me more, in fact."
"You'll be alright, little kitten.", he replies.
She smiles at him, feeling her chest tighten a little.
"Thank you Sandor. I must bid you farewell, I'm afraid. But, really... Thank you."
He wants to pull away but doesn't when she touches his hand as a thank you. His face turns a darker shade of red. She nods her head, before walking away. She leaves Sandor, dumbfounded and blushing. She can feel her plan working and she couldn't be happier about it.
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sunshinethena · 2 months
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i thought about sleeping then nanami fucking blew up
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stupidscav · 5 months
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gonna actually post something soon but what the fuck is up with my dad
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this man is in my top five reasons why i will end up in a ditch one day
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