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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 · 7 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 · 6 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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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 · 6 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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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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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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nbstevonnie · 6 months
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the final chapter is both a blessing and a curse
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There is something so strange and isolating, to have deeply loved someone who hurt you so badly.
There were all the good times, before the bad. There were good times in between all the bad. This person made you feel alive for the first time and then stabbed you in the heart.
Every once in a while I get this romantic feeling that we were meant to be together, just not in this life. Like we have found each other in every past life and will in every future life. I remember how much I thought he loved me and reminded me that Im human. I remember him holding me and telling me the brightest star in the sky was my dad looking down on me while I was grieving. I remember laying in bed, on crumpled blankets, a blue glow from the old tv draped over us, our fingers gently touching, and me telling him I felt like our souls were connected on a spiritual level.
And I think all of that hurts so much more than the memory of me laying face up on the ground, the neighbor pulling him off of me, his hands around my neck and hatred in his eyes. The good memories hurt more than the images that flash through my nightmares of me running through the wet grass barefoot in the rain, away from him.
I think the good hurts so much more than the bad, because your body forgets how painful or scary something was in the moment to protect you. But its so hard to forget the only time in your life you didnt feel alone. The first time someone saw who you were deep at your core. The feeling of your hands intwined in his while you slow dance in the kitchen under the warm yellow light.
But also because no one will ever understand. People will act angry when you say you still love your abuser. But they werent there. So they dont understand you're not defending him or saying what he did was okay. No one will understand how the same person who made you feel safe for the first time in your life is also the person who's face fills your nightmares.
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