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glassartpeasants · 1 month

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How to Love .02

Eustass Kid/Trafalgar Law x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, self-esteem issues, fluff, semi slow-burn, author writing this at 4am in the morning

A/N: here ya'll go. Sorry if i missed some @ there's just a lot of ya'll

prologue pt.1

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Laying on the couch in Law’s apartment, you couldn’t help but constantly stare at the clock. Watching time go by slowly felt like hell, but there was nothing else you could do. Nothing you had the energy to do. With it being 2:03 am, the whole city was dead, and everyone snuggled in their beds. Dreaming peacefully. Yet here you were, awake and unable to have anything other than nightmares.

Every single night since you caught your boyfriend cheating on you with your best friend, the same nightmare happens. A replay of what you walked into when you went to confront them. You’d wake up from the nightmare, and when you’d go back to sleep, you would be right back into the nightmare. It was almost mentally easier to just stay awake than go to sleep.

But the times when you wanted to sleep, you just couldn’t. You’ve gotten so used to Eustass’s heartbeat as a lullaby to help you sleep that now it's almost impossible to sleep without it. Or how sometimes he’d run his fingers through your hair when he thought you were asleep. Just the small things had such an effect on you that even after knowing what he’d done, it infuriated you.

How dare your heart demand his presence despite it being broken?

You don’t know if Eustass has tried to call or text you. As soon as you entered Law’s car, you blocked him on everything you could think of. It took everything inside you not to leave him unblocked on one thing, just to see what he had to say. Being so in love with him that even seeing the color red reminds you of him. His lipstick and the stains it’d leave behind when he kissed you. His beautiful red hair and how it was soft to the touch haunted your fingertips. The image of him laying his head on your chest, sleeping as you combed through his hair after a long day.

Your vision grew blurry as tears started to slip from your eyes. Pain and heartbreak fill each tear as it burns along your skin. Curling up in a ball the nest you could, you try your best to provide yourself comfort. You had no one’s shoulder to cry on. The two most influential people in your life betrayed you and left you all alone. You didn’t want to bother Law since he was suffering, too, and you didn’t want to overwhelm him. He already has so much on his plate, working nonstop, the initial betrayal of (.....), and no doubt other things he hasn’t expressed or that you’ve observed. He’s already been kind enough to let you stay at his apartment for a bit until you find someplace. You didn’t want to be even more of a burden by asking him to listen to you sob.

The whole situation was a mess. Never in your life have you felt more alone than you do now. You lay on a friend's couch, trying not to sob and wake them up. You couldn’t turn on the TV to watch something because Law was sleeping, and from what (.....) told you before all this happened, he was a light sleeper. Probably, even closing the refrigerator door would wake him up.

A memory from when you and Eustass would get midnight snacks before watching some sort of show. When grabbing a drink of water, you’d only come back and see him pouting like a child when he awoke to see you not in his arms. You used to love times like those. He was always so cuddly during those times.

“Why the long face, babe?” Setting a foot back into your room after grabbing some water, you return to see your lover with his arms crossed as he sits up to look at you.

“You're not in bed.”

“Yeah, 'cause I was getting water. Am I not allowed to be thirsty?” Giggles leave your lips as you make your way over to your side of the bed. Placing the water glass on your nightstand, you snuggled back under the covers. Not even seconds pass before you feel two hands grab your waist and pull you closer to the man beside you. Your body is wholly trapped as Eustass wraps his arms around you. Burying his face on the top of your head, you hear him let out a contempt sigh.

“I love it when you're all cuddly. It makes me feel so safe when you're next to me.” You feel him placing kisses on your head before making you face up so he can kiss your lips. You can still see the pink on his pale, freckled skin even in the dark. Placing your hands on his cheeks, you rub his cheekbones and look into his eyes.

“So glad you never gave up, and I’m so glad I said yes. I’ve never been happier.” As he groans in embarrassment, you begin to plant kisses all over Eustass's face.

“What are you doing?”

“Kissing the places the angels missed. You need to be covered in kisses 'cause I said so.” Eustass hides his face in your neck before kissing it.

“I love you.” While quiet, you can still hear his confession as he whispers against your skin.

“Love you more.” You heard him say no before repeating your words. Fake scoffing, you smile as you play his game.

The sound of your sniffling broke through your flashback as reality came back with a punch. Instead of laying in bed with two strong arms wrapped around you, you were sleeping on a couch with your pillow drenched in tears. The roll of toilet paper you stole in place of tissues was almost gone, as the garbage was filled to the brim. Suddenly, the familiar jingle of Bepo’s collar rang through your ears.

“Meow…” Through the darkness, you can see his beautiful while fur rubbing against the couch. You watch him lift his body so his paws are on the cushions before fully jumping onto the couch. The feeling of him lying by your chest made you sniffle yet smile. Moving your arm, you go to pet the animal lying peacefully beside you.

“Guess you know exactly when someone needs you, huh?” The sound of his purring made a shaky sigh leave your lips. The vibrations against your chest calmed you down slightly. But while the harsh tears subsided, the burning pain in your heart stayed the same.

“Why wasn’t I good enough? I did everything right. Is there something wrong with me?” Racking your brain, you struggle to think about Eustass without having the gnawing urge to sob into your pillow.

“Am I ugly? Did he just get sick of me? I don’t understand.” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you feel your fingers twitch.

“I wanted to marry him Bepo. I imagined the rest of my life with him. I’ve never loved someone as much as I loved him.” As the confession left your lips, the sound of Law’s bedroom door opening made you shut up altogether. Looking at the clock, you see that it’s precisely 4:30am. How time went by so quickly from your sobbing is unknown to you. Quick to rub your eyes, you listen carefully to Law’s footsteps approaching the living room. Despite your heart telling you to stay down and keep quiet, you ignored it and carefully moved your body up to see Law staring at you.

“Jesus Law! I heard you coming, and you still scared the shit outta me!” You hear him let out a small chuckle in the darkness.

“Why are you awake?” Pulling yourself up more, you try to sit up without kicking Bepo off the couch.

When you finally get a better look at Law, your heart skips a beat. There was Law, standing in front of an open window. The moonlight gave him a slight glow. Almost as if he were an angel. You could see a ‘Sora: Warrior of the Sea’ themed shirt hugging his frame along with grey sweatpants. The sound of your heart beating faster made you come back to the present.

“Oh! Well, I guess I’m just so used to sleeping beside someone that sleeping alone is hard. That and some other things.”

“Ah…”

“Also, I didn’t know you liked ‘Sora: Warrior of the Sea’!” Law’s face goes into shock as he looks down and remembers the shirt he wore to bed. A light pink dusted his cheeks, but he was thankful it was just dark enough for you not to see it.

“Oh…yeah.”

“What’s your favorite comic they’ve made? Mines volume 106.”

“You read the comics?”

“Of course! I have the whole collection in that storage garage down the street. It’s in there along with everything else I’ve gathered from my old apartment.”

“I guess my favorite is Volume 200. It’s been a while since I’ve read it, though.”

While you and Law hung out a lot during that semester in college, he wouldn’t have called you a close friend. A friend but not close enough for him to let you stay on his couch. So when he said that you could stay at his apartment the day everything happened, it shocked him when it slipped from his mouth. But now here, a week later, he’s glad he did. While neither of you spoke about the whole situation that had you sleeping on his couch in the first place, knowing he wasn’t totally alone was nice.

Especially when the person liked Sora just as much as he did.

“Do you work today? Is that why you're up so early?”

“Just couldn’t sleep.”

“Ah. Well, do you want to watch a movie? Like a Sora movie? I’m sure we can find one on Netflix or Hulu. We can even make popcorn so we can take our mind off, you know what.” Law stayed silent as he pondered your offer. Even though he’s not really a movie guy, he’s seen every Sora movie at least twice.

“Okay. But I don’t have any popcorn. I don’t like how it gets stuck in my teeth.”

“That’s fine! I think I bought some trail mix if that’s more to your liking. So which movie did you wanna watch? From what I remember, there's Sora: Warrior of the Sea vs. The Dark Depths. Sora-” Law fades out your voice as he feels a spark of joy when he hears you name off all the movies without missing a beat. A smile on your face the entire time you talked about it.

Somehow, even after catching Eustass cheating on you with your best friend, you still had a smile on your face. Yet, he could see the pain behind your eyes if he looked hard enough.

“The third one sounds fine.” Smiling at him, you pat the spot next to you on the couch.

“You need to tell me where you got that shirt. I want one.” Law watches you log into your Hulu account before searching for the movie.

Sitting down, Law relaxes on the cushion next to you. You grab one of the many blankets you have and hand him one. The warmth of the blanket held from being so close to you slightly soothes Law’s aching heart, if only for a bit.

“Alright! Movie on!” Law catches you, placing the remote between you before you turn your back to him.

“Can’t forget about my little marshmallow Bepo!” Law watched you grab Bepo and hold him close before giving him a little kiss.

“Since when did you two become so close?”

“Since he let me bawl into his fur. What? Jealous?” Law rolled his eyes, seeing you smirk.

“Not long ago, you said he needed a diet.”

“I still stand by that. Now, let’s appreciate the beauty of our favorite hero!” The situation Law found himself in was something he could’ve never foreseen. (.....) wasn’t interested much in Sora, so he never watched them with her or asked her to. But now, here you were with a big smile on your face as you watched his favorite movie with him, an obvious excitement coursing through your body as you hyped up the movie to the cat in your arms.

While Law wasn’t a movie guy, he thought a movie every now and then wouldn’t be so bad as long as it was with you.

~~~

“Thanks for coming to Skypeia Cafe! Have a good day!” Handing the freshly made latte to the lady on the other side of the counter, you receive a wave and a smile before she leaves. As soon as the door closes, you let out a heavy breath. The rush has finally gone down, and it feels like you can finally think straight.

“Don’t pass out on us now (Y/N). We still have the after-school rush.” Rubbing your eyes, you lean against the counter before turning your head to see who’s talking to you.

“Oh. It’s you, Killer. Haha, don’t remind me of it. The worst rush of the day.”

While it was awkward, you managed to get past the unease of working with your ex-boyfriend's best friend. It wasn’t fair to be mean to a man who had nothing to do with your ex-boyfriend's infidelity. Plus, he was pretty funny when he wanted to be.

You’ve known him for much longer before dating Eustass. The two of you have been co-workers from the start of college till now. While this was your only job, Killer worked at the cafe for some extra cash, but his real job was working at the mechanic’s shop about half a mile from your old place. He worked there with Eustass when he wasn’t at the cafe.

He didn’t talk much before Eustass properly introduced the two of you, but he got more talkative as time went on. It was nice talking to him despite everything that’s been going on outside of work—a breath of fresh air.

“How you holding up?”

“Best as I can. Thankful I have a place to stay until I can find another place to live that I can afford.”

“Well, that’s good to hear. Have you heard from Eustass?”

“No. I have him blocked on everything. Have for awhile now.”

“That’s good. You should keep it that way.” An itch formed in your head because of the way Killer responded to you. While it could just be normal advice, you felt like there was more to it.

“Hmm? Is he doing something stupid?”

“You're coping much better than he is, let’s just say.” Killer's words made your brows furrow as you became more dedicated to figuring out what he meant.

“What? What is he doing?” You hear him suck air through his teeth from behind his mask, and it has unease filling your gut.

“I’m guessing you’ve blocked him on snap too?”

“What is he doing, Killer?” Killer sighs before grabbing his phone from his pocket. You watch him tap on the screen before letting you see the photos on Eustass’s snap story. Looking down at it, you feel your mouth drop as you stare at it closely.

While you’ve been crying out your soul, that bastard was out partying. It was obvious by the way the picture showed him sucking on a random girl’s face. And another one of him with a girl on his lap. Squinting your eyes, your disturbed to see (.....) being the one sitting on his lap. Only then is when you feel a tear drop onto your hand.

“That bastard, I can’t believe him. It hasn’t even been a full month, and he’s acting like I was some fling. Did I really mean that little to him?” Standing up from the counter, you excuse yourself to the backroom so you can calm down.

“Sorry (Y/N), are you okay?”

“I guess it’s my own fault. I wanted to see the pictures, and I took the risk. It just still hurts—hurts a lot.” You laugh pathetically at your final words, trying to cheer yourself up.

“You know what? Let’s just continue working and pretend this never happened. Please?” Seeing Killer give you a nod, you let out a relieved sigh. Rubbing the tears from your eyes, you get ready to go back and do your job—just on time, too, as a familiar face walks through the door.

“Law! What a surprise! What brings you here? I thought you worked today.” Seeing your roommate’s face immediately brightened up your mood. You’d never seen him at the cafe before while you were working.

“They were Overstaffed, so they sent me home. I thought I’d come say hi.” Walking up to the counter, you see him looking at the board.

“Well, I appreciate your coming to see me. I just finished with the rush, so take your time.”

“Never been here before. Got any suggestions?”

“My favorite personally is (----), but the refresher Citrus Sunrise is a popular one. I’ve also noticed a lot of doctors like the Vanilla Cloud Cold Brew.”

“Cold brew? And what’s with all the sky names?”

“Well, the theme at the cafe is basically the multiple phases of the sky. But the cold brew is coffee that makes you see doubles. It keeps a person awake for much longer.”

“I’ll get that then.” You couldn’t help the laugh that escapes your throat when he orders.

“Should’ve bet money on it. Might have been a dollar richer.” The chuckle that left Law’s lips made a bigger smile appear on your face. You were thankful that there was a little mercy in the world.

“Ah, Law, haven’t seen you since college, it feels like.”

“Probably. I’ve been busy. How’s life going for you?”

“Good. What about you? How’s doctor life?”

“As good as it can be when the person sleeping on your couch snores.” Killer watches you whip your head around with an offended look on your face.

“I do not snore! Never have I in my life!” A content chuckle comes out from behind Killer's mask as he watches you and Law playfully bicker. It hits him that his place must be where you're staying. He supposes it makes sense. If what Eustass told him was true, then you both would be struggling with your partner's affair.

Before Law came through the cafe doors, he worried about how you were taking the breakout behind closed doors. But watching you and Law interact with one another let him know that you’ll be doing just fine, which might leave a bad taste in someone else's mouth.

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“She’s still staying with Law?! That fucking-AH!” Killer watched as Eustass kicked a lone tire on the ground. It bounced away from them before hitting another tire and stopping. He ran his fingers through his red hair before hitting the wall with the side of his fist. The concrete bricks that made up the mechanic shop's wall stayed put even with how much force Eustass put into the hit.

“Eustass, you have to understand how you sound right now-”

“I know how I sound! Alright?!... I know how I sound.” His voice trails off as he stares at the ground. The burning in his heart feels wrong, as he knows he has no one to blame but himself.

He flew too close to the sun and let his ego get the best of him. Everything he could ever want was in his hands, and yet he still wasn’t satisfied, so he threw it all on the line simply for a circumstantial thrill. And the consequences came crashing all around him like an earthquake.

When you busted open that door, Eustass knew that no amount of bargaining would have you staying to talk to him that day. The heartbroken look on your face continues to haunt him every night. Not a day goes by where he didn’t feel disgust for himself after being the reason tears ran down your face.

If he could take it back just to have you in his arms again, he’d crawl out from hell itself.

“She’s also seen those party pictures from last Saturday.”

“What?! How’d she see them?!”

“A co-worker showed her. Apparently, she was at the party.” Eustass puts his face in his hands.

“Can’t even drink away my problems without having new ones show up.” Rubbing his face, Eustass lets out a sigh.

“I had it all. Had the girl, the job, all the works, and I managed to fuck it up. Now, no matter what I do, I’ll never get to wake up next to her.”

“If you even want her to look at you in a way that’s not disgust, I suggest you block (.....) if you haven’t already.” Killer watches Eustass sit down on some stacked tires before putting his head in his hands.

“I did that the day (Y/N) found out. Yet somehow, she keeps coming back into my life no matter where I go!”

“There’s always a retraining order?”

“It’s not that bad. It's just extremely aggravating.” The two men remained silent before Killer spoke.

“The best advice I can offer you is get your shit together before even making an attempt on contacting or acting civil with (Y/N).”

“Alright, I’ll keep that in mind.”

~~~

When you got home from work, you took a nap and a shower, then decided to go for a walk around Law’s neighborhood. You wanted to get some fresh air and check out some new places. There was a thrift store nearby that you really wanted to check out, so you grabbed your wallet/purse and put on your shoes. Yet before you walked out the door, you called out to Law.

“Hey, Law?” A few sounds of movement come from his bedroom direction before he pops out from behind the wall.

“Something wrong?”

“Oh, nothing’s wrong! I just wondered if you wanted to go thrift shopping with me. We could just hang out, ya know?”

Hearing your offer, Law originally wanted to say no. He wasn’t much of a people person, and going out willingly, which didn’t involve working or getting groceries, was usually a no-go for him. But he supposed it’d be fine. Just for today, to go out.

“Okay.” As soon as the words left his lips, he watched your smile grow and couldn’t help but smile slightly himself. Walking over to the door, he grabs his shoes and coat.

“Meow!” The sound of Bepo’s meow makes the two of you turn your heads.

“Bepo!” Law watched as you picked up his cat and started kissing him. Bepo’s loud purring had you holding him even closer.

“I’m sorry, baby, but I can’t take you with us. Your dad and I are going out, and we can’t take you with us. I promise to get you something, though!” Giving Bepo one final kiss to his head, you carefully put him down before making movements to leave.

“Say goodbye, Law! Don’t make him sad!” Your teasing made him roll his eyes before he scratched Bepo’s ears and said goodbye as well.

~~~

“Hmm. What do you think about this? I think it’s kinda cute!”

“Do you want my honest opinion?”

“Yes, I do! I think it’d look cute at the apartment!”

“It’s ridiculous. We have a perfectly good honey container at home, which is the bottle it came in.”

“But it’s so cute! I’m trying to liven up the place! Give it a woman’s touch.”

“Our place is fine.” Law’s eyes widen when he realizes what he said. Looking over to see if you caught his slip-up, he is grateful when he sees you looking at another knickknack on the shelf. His heart feels like it is going to jump from his chest. Despite all the chatter the thrift store holds, all he can hear is his own heart.

“Oh my gosh, Law, look! It’s a Sora: Warrior of the Sea mug! We have to get it!” Grabbing the mug, you hold it by its handle and pretend to drink out of it.

“Okay, I found my perfect find. Let’s go.” Just as you turn around, your face to face with a woman with a slight scowl on her face.

“Jeez! You scared me! Can I help you, ma’am?”

“Yes, actually. You see, my son loves Sora. So I was gonna buy him that mug for his tenth birthday. I just needed cash to buy it.”

“But this place takes cards?-”

“So I need you to hand it over so I can give my son his birthday present.” The lady reaches out to grab the mug from your hand, but you pull it away before she can.

“Woah, hey! Sorry, lady, but it’s mine now. It was on the shelf, so that means it’s up for grabs. You could’ve asked them to hold it. Finders keepers.” Was it mean? Perhaps, but you already had your mind set on this mug, and you couldn’t go home without it.

“You're really gonna ruin a child’s birthday over some stupid cup?!”

“First of all, it’s a mug. Second, yes, I am. It’s for someone I care about. And if it’s so stupid, go buy it on Amazon or buy him that Spider-Man cup behind us.” Too busy trying to leave the store and pay, you encase your hand in Law’s and start to drag him away from the lady.

“You really think there’s a child? I don’t think so. I think she wants it for herself.” You start ranting and ignore how your hand is still holding Law’s. Yet Law was overheating with how fast his heart was beating. The warmth of of your hand against his cold one felt unfamiliar, but it was more than welcomed.

“2.99, please.” The sound of the cash register opening brought Law out of his trance. Once he was back to reality, he also noticed that your hand was no longer in his. Even though it was only in there for a second, the warmth was addicting. While his own hands were freezing, the calming feeling of your fingers intertwined with his own made a light pink spread across his face.

“Thanks, and have a good day.”

“You too! Okay, we can go now.” Motioning Law to fall you, you both head out of the thrift shop. The sun shone down on the two of you as you admired the Sora cup.

“Are you happy with your purchase?” Lay playfully comments when he sees you smile.

“Very, Now here!” Turning your body, you face Law and hold out the mug to him. Your whole face felt like it was on fire, but you pushed through it.

“What?”

“Here! I bought it for you…” With wide eyes, Law looks at you before looking down at the mug. Carefully, he grabs it from your hands and examines it. His heart pounded against his ribs and felt as if it was going to break free.

“For me?”

“Yeah. You’ve been so kind to me during this rough patch that I need to repay you. I know you're probably tired of me thanking you so much, but you really are my knight in shining armor at this time. Expect more gifts in the future, haha.” Putting your hands to your sides, you begin to fiddle with the bottom of your shirt. You watch Law look at the mug in shock before going back to his usual stoic demeanor.

“Thank you. And it’s fine.” There was a seconds silence before you spoke up.

“Well, where should we go next?”

“Going home sounds nice.” Law couldn’t help but roll his eyes at your pout.

“I promised Bepo I’d get him something! I can’t go home empty-handed!”

“I thought you said he needed a diet.”

“He does! I was gonna give him a little toy or perhaps a cat bed!”

“Cats never sleep in cat beds. They rather sleep on top of the fridge than in a bed.”

“Fine! Maybe some clothes.”

“You're not dressing up my cat.”

“I don’t know. Better keep an eye out, Law.” You nudge Law with a smile on your face. Hanging out with him made all the pain disappear, as his presence was calming and gave you hope that you’d be able to get through it all—perhaps even together.

~~~

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teyamsatan · 1 year

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This one is a bit smutty...Just a little lol. But !

Okay ! Imagine Neteyam being passed the title as the new olo'eyktan (Just to say that I have no idea when it is done. Like at a certain age or if mate is preg ? I don't know :P)

Him being very very stressed and all. So... they haven't been doing it for a moment (He's not really it the mood). And like one time, in the middle of the night he wakes up with a huge and hard one (He tries to ignore it but of course it doesn't work). He's like really needy and desperate to relief himself but for some reason he refuses to do it alone. Shortly after his mate wakes up because she feels him moving on the mat and hears muffled breathings (panting). And the rest is up to you !

It's kinda kinky haha :× Some slight subby Nete and maybe soft dom in the end :3

Anyways have sweet dreams tonight 💕🌌😴🌙And love your writing ! Muah*

this kinda got away from me hahahah

thank you bby, i really loved this actually! hope you enjoy x

wc: 1.8k words

warnings: smut (p in v, oral - m receiving, squirting, switch!Neteyam, overstimulation, choking) 18+ minors DNI

After some 20 years of incredible rule, it was finally time for Jake to step down as Olo'eyktan. It wasn't that he wasn't capable of going on, it was that it was more and more obvious by the day that Neteyam was ready. He was ready to step in his father's shoes, he was ready to fulfil the destiny that he was born into, that he had worked for tirelessly, every day of his 20 year long life. His father had no doubt in his mind that he would be the best clan leader the Omatikaya had ever seen, a sentiment shared among most of the villagers.

You were incredibly proud of your mate. He was the youngest Olo'eyktan the Omatikaya ever had, and he was more than raising to the challenge. It was an honour to be his mate, it was a privilege watching him be the person you always knew he was, the leader everyone had reason to look up to, the man of your dreams.

Unfortunately, the praise, the title and the status also came with so much burden, so much stress and responsibility, it was hard for either of you to keep up, hard for him to navigate, to find a balance. So recently, Neteyam has been distant and withdrawn, burying himself in work and strategies, being the first one to rise and the last one to sleep. He wanted to be a good leader, and he believed that a good leader should be an example for his people, should be the one that works the hardest, should be the one that continuously strives to be better and do better for his clan.

You barely saw him anymore, much less spent time with him, felt him, touched him, had him. You refused to intervene, though. Neteyam was a well of depth sometimes even you weren't capable enough to swim in, and you knew that when he was ready to talk to you, to let you in, he would. He always did, eventually. He just needed time.

Neteyam was exhausted. Turns out he owed his dad a million apologies for all the times he thought him cold, or unwieldy, or detached from reality or his family. Turns out he was just worried, and stressed and feeling the overbearing weight of so many lives depending on him to lead, to choose, to make the best decisions, and that was no easy task. Neteyam missed you. He felt guilt and sadness enwrap him tightly at the thought. He's always had time for you. You were his priority always, and yet he knew he didn't make good on that recently.

You have always been so in love with each other, so obsessed with each other, so into each other that the rest of the world felt middling and insignificant by comparison. Neteyam could pinpoint the stars in the sky in your eyes, the thrill of tumultuous waters in the colour of your skin, the bioluminescent beauty of Pandora in your eyes, the transcending comfort of the earth in the colour and feel of your hair. You were his world. You encapsulated everything he loved about it, about life, and he loved you, he needed you, he craved you more than he'd ever be able to describe.

The thought of you as he drifted off to sleep led him to dream about you, his mind transposing him to a reality he desired desperately, but which time didn't allow at the moment. He felt you, your taut, lean body writhing underneath him as his hands trailed it hungrily, as his lips claimed your mouth, as he took orgasm after orgasm, the lewd sounds escaping you music to his ears. The dream dissipated slowly, much to his disappointment, leaving him a panting mess, his cock twitching, hurting against his now too-tight loincloth.

"Fuck."

You were fast asleep in Neteyam's arms, your soft, steady breaths the only thing that could be heard in your shared tent. Your ass was pressed snugly against Neteyam's groin, furthering his pain and incessant need to just take you and fuck you until you both passed out in exhaustion, blissfully spent.

The sound of quiet moans woke you up from your dream-filled slumber, wet dreams haunting your mind recently, the only way you got to experience the release you needed desperately. Your eyes widened slightly when you realised the dream spilled onto your reality, and the sounds came from your mate, who seemed like he was in pain. You turned around hurriedly, only to find him sprawled on his back, long slender fingers wrapped around his thick length. The heat you felt within your womb spread like wildfire all within you, awakening your senses and focusing them on him, on his beautiful face contorted in pain, on his pheromones that inundated your nostrils, on the way the pronounced veins running down his arm were more accentuated with the grip he had on his cock, and God, what an incredible sight that was. Your mouth filled with saliva taking it all in, at the memories of all the times his dick made you see stars, at the thought of how he would again tonight, after so long of being without it. He was a god among men, and you had him. You owned him. Maybe it was time he was reminded of it.

"Neteyam... if you needed help, all you had to do was ask."

His moans increased in volume as you wrapped your fingers around him and started pumping him with slow, languid motions. He was rock hard under your touch, white liquid pooling at the tip, and you couldn't help but accept the silent invitation, bringing your lips to it and kissing him softly, throbbing deep inside of you at the way he was coming apart at the seams around you.

"Baby, please..."

"Patience, my love."

You took as much of his impressive length in your mouth as you could, feeling him deep in your throat, eyes watering as the pressure made you gag slightly. You started a slow, purposeful bob of your head, taking your time, feeling every vein, every ridge, every striation of his cock, learning him by heart, imprinting him in your mind. You loved this man, and as much as you loved when he rutted into you like an animal in heat, there was nothing that compared to the thrill of the power that came with seeing him putty in your hands, in your mouth, in you. As the ache you felt continued to rear its ugly head, you let go of him with a small pop and straddled his thighs, aligning yourself easily and rubbing his tip in between your soaked folds, moaning at the contact, craving the way he filled you up in the way only he ever could.

Your synced gasps made your cunt clench around him as you lowered yourself slowly, until you bottomed out, until you could feel him deep in you, so deep that a small bump was formed in your abdomen, that you revelled at, that you wanted him to. You took his hand in yours and placed his palm on the spot, moaning at you started grinding on him leisurely.

"Feel that, my love? Feel how deep in me you are, how good you fill me up? I feel your cock in my guts, baby."

You felt the growl he released deep in your soul, its intensity leaving you breathless, and you allowed the feeling to overtake you, as the atmosphere in the room changed suddenly, and so did his demeanour. Your words snapped something in him, because his eyes darkened so much, you could barely see any discernable yellow in them anymore, and you barely registered the way he grabbed you roughly and flipped you until you were on your back, his cock still buried inside you. You gasped loudly at the way your body made contact with the ground and at his look, feral and untamed, and it would have scared you if it wasn't so fucking hot, so primal and raw, so erotic and so, so necessary. His hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed until there was no air in your lungs anymore, until your head went dizzy, until your insides churned in need.

"You make me fucking crazy. How did I go so long without your tight little cunt wrapped around my cock, huh?"

Without warning, he starts a ruthless pace, knocking you back with every animalistic thrust, keeping you in place roughly by your throat, until your cervix was battered and bruised, until you came around him once, twice, three times. You were crying from overstimulation, from the high of the intermittent asphyxiation, from how his brutal actions were antithetic to his gentle caress of your cheek or the occasional peck on the forehead in between orgasms.

"Neteyam, I can't anymore -"

"Yes, you can, my love. One more. Just one more and then you can sleep. You're doing so well for me, baby."

He brought a hand to your thighs, bringing them over his shoulders and the new angle was allowing him to drag his cock on your G-spot repeatedly, making your vision blurry and your core throb yet again, the familiar feeling pooling in you once more, more acute than any of the previous. His thumb was circling your clit, and the pressure was too much, it was so good, it was heaven and hell, it was everything and not enough.

"There you go, baby, I can feel you squeezing my cock again. You gonna milk me? You gonna be a good girl and take my cum, let me fill this pretty pussy up? Gonna smell like me for a whole week, huh?"

"Y-yes, fuck yeah!"

"You like having my cum drip down your thighs for all the village to see, huh? Like everybody knowing you're getting fucked by the Olo'eyktan?"

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head at his words and you squirted all over your mate as the most intense orgasm you've ever had in your life washed over you, leaving you convulsing around him until your body was limp and your mind blank. He came with a moan, ropes of thick cum painting your pink walls and spilling down your ass and onto the fabric of your mat. He didn't pull out, not for a long time, collapsing on top of you instead, kissing your face and down your neck softly, like a whisper or warm hug. You loved how he was the best of both worlds, how he cherished you, how he always made sure you were ok, how he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, about how amazing you were, about how well you did for him, how you were his world and his brightest star, the love of his life, the best thing that has ever happened to him.

You were both spent and on the brink of sleep when you spoke serenely.

"So... did you only want to become Olo'eyktan so you can use that line on me or...?"

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writeroutoftime · 21 days

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how to make an entrance

pairing: rhysand x pregnant!reader (requested by: @vixemi)

summary: on a trip with Rhys to visit Helion and the Day Court for dinner, you and your mate find yourself in a rather unexpected situation so far away from home

warnings: little bit of angst, pregnancy, semi-vague mentions of childbirth

word: 1.9k

a/n: again, I'm so so sorry for the delay in getting your request out, lovely, but here you are! kinda nervous to post this, but I really hope enjoy!! if everyone else would like to request a story for our favorite fae, let me know!

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The glittering, gold opulence of the Day Court greeted you like an old friend as you walked into the ballroom, arm resting in the crook of Rhys's elbow. No matter how many times you visited Helion's home, you knew you would never grow tired of the sight. While it might not have exactly riveled the beauty of Velaris, it was a close second.

Despite your joy of getting to see the High Lord of the Day Court, physically you felt extremely fatigued. Thankfully, Rhys had noticed the moment you winnowed into day. Your mate hadn't hesitated to wrap his arm around your waist, a comforting and protective hand against the swell of your stomach. Both of you smiled as your child sent a rather energetic kick your way.

"High Lord and Lady of the Night Court!" Helion greeted, his warm smile greeting you and your mate.

"It's wonderful to see you again, Helion." you smiled, untangling yourself from Rhys to hug the High Lord of the Day Court as much as your stomach would allow.

He pulled away, shaking Rhys' hand. "How much longer until the babe arrives?" he asked, nodding towards your stomach.

"Two and a half more months left."

"I'll make sure my gifts arrive before the newest member of the Night Court does." he said before making his way to other members of the party.

Looking around the room, you saw it was a small, intimate dinner, with most, but not quite all, rulers of the seven courts present, along with other close friends. The rest of the Inner Circle had stayed behind, allowing you and Rhys at least one more time being alone before the babe arrived.

As though they sensed your thoughts, you felt a particularly sharp kick which sent you doubling over, letting out a low moan on the way. In an instant, Rhys' scent invaded your senses as his large hands hovered over your body, not sure where it hurt or how to act.

"What's wrong, darling?" Rhys asked, ready to fetch or do whatever you requested to ease your burden.

"Nothing, I'm fine. Just a big kick that caught me off guard." you assured your mate with a gentle smile.

Rhys's eyes looked at you in disbelief. "Don't lie to me." he voiced in your mind, knowing you wouldn't want to cause a scene around those in attendance.

"I'm fine, the baby's fine, we're all fine. I promise." you reassured him.

Though Rhys still had his doubts, he nodded his head and pulled you close. Pressing a light kiss against your head, he let the matter drop.

As the evening passed, you enjoyed yourself greatly. It was nice to have an evening "off" and spend time amongst friends and not be analyzing every action through a diplomatic lens. However, the further along in the night it got, the more your discomfort grew.

You dulled your side of the bond slightly so as to not worry Rhys. But before you could let him know the full extent of your pain, a blaring alarm sounded from within the palace. Immediately, guards rushed into the room, closing the door behind them. Two guards went straight to Helion and whispered in his ear. The normally joyous High Lord's features grew stony, and his fists clenched by his side. He dismissed the guards with a swift nod before turning back to the table.

"There are soldiers outside launching an attack on the castle." he said, straight to the point. "They are suspected to be Hybern supporters. We've sealed entrances, and there is to be no one that enters or exits this wing of the palace."

Gasps and murmurs erupted around you as guests worried what could be done. While the majority planned a strategy with Helion, a rush of anxiety washed over you, freezing you in place. So preoccupied, Rhys felt your worry and pain down the bond and was at your side in seconds.

"Darling, it's going to be alright. We're going to be alright." he whispered, wrapping his arm once more around your stomach.

Your mouth opened to respond, but before you could speak, you bent over in agony, unable to keep your scream at bay. Silence fell over the room as all eyes turned towards you and Rhys, but you couldn't care less. Aimlessly, your hand grasped for Rhys's, finding it and squeezing as tightly as you could.

"Breath, breath." he instructed, demonstrating the slow, deep breathes you should have been taking.

A minute or so passed and the pain subsided. "I'm scared." you admitted in your mind, not wanting to appear any weaker among the High Lords, Ladies, and other distinguished citizens of Prythian.

"Is it the babe?" Rhys questioned, his voice sounding stern.

Before you could answer, you felt your water break and your eyes widened exponentially. "No, no, no." you muttered to yourself as the panic inside rose tenfold.

Even Rhys's typically, cool and calm demeanor faltered as he understood the severity of the situation. "Okay, okay." he said, trying to keep himself calm. There was no room to freak out now, not when he had to look out for you, look out for your babe.

"I can't do this, Rhys. Not here, not now." you cried out through your sobs.

This moment wasn't supposed to come for two more months. You had a plan. You were supposed to be in Velaris, surrounded by your family. Surrounded my Madja who knew everything there was to know about giving birth. She had your plan - your plan which now laid in shards in front of you.

"Unfortunately, I don't think we have a choice, darling." he chuckled, trying to diffuse the situation. When that didn't work, he towards Helion, eyes desperate. "Please tell me there's a bedroom or some kind of private room in this wing."

The Day Court High Lord nodded and stepped into action. "Here, I'll show you." he offered, grabbing your left arm while Rhys held your right. "You Night Court Fae sure do know how to make an entrance, eh?" he teased.

If looks could kill, Helion surely would have been six feet under. "Do not joke with me." you growled.

It wasn't long before your trio reached said room and Helion mentioned something about see what he could gather before racing away. Now, finally alone with your mate, you let the pain and worry of the situation take over. "Why is this happening now?" you whined to Rhys.

Your mate looked down at you, his face brokenhearted. "I don't know my dear. I don't know." he whispered, kneeling beside you and grasping your hands in his. "But I swear to you it will all be alright." he said, peppering kisses against your hands.

A moment of silence passed, and you turned to look at Rhys, but found his violet eyes glazed over. You could only hope he was sending word to the rest of your family and Madja.

"y/n has gone into labor here in the Day Court, but the castle is under lockdown." Rhys communicated with Cass and Azriel from afar.

"What?" Azriel sounded in Rhys's mind. "How is she fairing?"

"Not well, I'm afraid. I need to speak with Madja immediately, but I needed you to know this situation."

"We'll see what we can do." Cass promised, then added. "Give y/n all of our love."

Rhys then turned his mind to find Madja within Velaris. "Madja, please I need your help." Rhys pleaded in the old healer's mind. "The High Lady has gone into labor and we are trapped here in Day. You have to help me."

"I'll do what I can, High Lord. But you also must trust that our High Lady can make it through this ordeal on her own. With your support, of course."

Before Rhys left Madja's mind, she gave him instructions on what materials needed to be gathered and what the two of you should expect over the course of the next few hours. Thankfully, Helion seemed to be somewhat well versed on what was needed when he dropped off blankets a few other necessities without being asked.

"Everyone sends their love, darling. And Madja is here to support us in any way she can. But, I know you are strong, and you can do this."

You nodded your head, scrunching your face as another contraction washed over you. "I think it's almost time, Rhys." you informed him, squeezing his hand tighter than either of you thought possible. "I'm scared." you whispered for the second time. "I love you, Rhys. You know that right?"

Rhys could feel your anguish rushing down the bond, and he shut down the concrete walls of his mind for the moment to try and collect himself. What if this was it? The moment he lost you, his precious mate? Or the babe? Or worst of all, both of you?

His mind moved at the speed of light as he began to spiral. Perhaps, his good luck had run out. What if you having to bring your babe into the world away from the care and safety of home was his punishment for all his wrongdoings? Maybe his good luck had finally run out.

No. Rhysand thought to himself, bringing his thoughts back to the present - back to you. He couldn't lose sight of what was important now. Rhys knew his duty now laid in being present with you.

"I love you too, dear. But you do not get to say goodbye, not yet. I am here with you every step of the way." he vowed, looking at you determinedly. "Now, you tell me what you need from me."

"Hold me." you requested, grasping both of his hands as he settled in behind you. The next hour passed by as the urge the push only grew with each passing contraction. "Rhys, you have to go and be ready to catch them." you instructed through your pants.

Rhys nodded and moved away from your upper half, but not without leaving a kiss to your sweaty forehead. Madja had mentally prepared him over the past hour to help you reach the finish line. And so, he steeled himself for the final time and encouraged you to keep going until he finally hold your babe in his arms - your baby girl.

"I-it's a girl, darling." Rhys said, in a breathy voice, barely being able to hear himself above the beautiful sounds of his daughter's cries.

"A girl?" you cried in disbelief. After so many months, so much pain, she was finally here. "C-can I see her?"

Wordlessly, Rhys stood up, gently cradling the newborn before he set her against your chest. Your hands immediately came to hold her against your skin. At the warmth you provided, her cries subsided into quietness, and you took the opportunity to truly take a look at her.

"She's perfect." you whisper, not wanting to startle the peace that has fallen over your newly expanded family.

Rhys nodded, holding you and his daughter carefully, for the first time. "Just like her mother I imagine." he preened, already wrapped around the babe's finger. "Thank you, y/n. Thank you so much."

Wordless, you sent waves of love in return down the bond, content to snuggle with your family for a little while longer. The new princess of the Night Court new how to make an entrance indeed.

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a/n: look, sorry to nyx, but like rhys as a girl dad? does things to me lol, so I just had to include that here!

#rhysand x reader #rhysand imagine #acotar imagine #rita writes #cw pregnancy

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munsonpetal · 1 year

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I Would Follow You Into Mordor

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

summary: when eddie starts to doubt himself, you're there to remind him how loved he is.

“Do you ever regret saying yes to me?”

Your head snaps down to look at your lover of almost one year. “What?”

You knew Eddie had his insecurities and his doubts, but it was almost never brought up out of the blue like this. “Do you ever regret saying yes to being my girlfriend?” Eddie repeats with a tight voice.

You knew something was up when he came home from school, sat down at his desk without so much as a look in your direction, and began working on his next D&D campaign.

“Eds, where is this coming from?” You attempt to lift his head with your hand but he burrows further into your neck with a noise of protest. You let out a small sigh before saying, “Eddie, I will never regret you. Ever.”

His jaw clenches and his grip around you tightens. You know he’s about to cry, so you hold him as tight as you possibly can. What brought this on? You have a feeling Jason and one of his dickhead friends had something to do with it, but you decide to let him tell you in his own time.

Eddie hates being vulnerable with others, he’d rather deal with his emotions on his own, not wanting to burden others. Now that he has you, though, he can’t seem to want to deal with it alone. He knows he can show you the darkest and most scarred parts of him and you would love him all the same. That doesn’t stop the doubts and insecurities from fogging his knowledge of that, though.

“I love you,” he says in a voice so low you wouldn’t have been able to hear it if he wasn’t so close. You can feel your heart breaking inside of your chest, not knowing if the crack in his voice was from the low tone he was using or the tears threatening to spill in the juncture of your neck.

“I love you too, Eds.”

You run your fingers through his curls as his breathing begins to pick up and stutter, hoping in vain to calm him down a bit. You hold him close as he cries, your own eyes welling up, but blinking them away almost immediately. You needed to be strong, to be able to comfort him the way he needed.

“Why?” He chokes out through his tears.

“Why what?”

“Why do you love me?”

The question pauses your hands and your breathing, knowing you had to answer thoroughly. You’re not very good at telling him how you feel verbally, opting for doing things for him or writing him letters instead.

Before you can answer though, he’s speaking again, this time with a quivering voice full of self-depreciation, “I don’t have anything to offer you,” he lets out a sharp breath. “I can’t give you the life you deserve. I can’t take you to fancy restaurants or buy you fancy clothes. I’m a good for nothing-"

“Stop,” you interrupt with a soft but firm voice. “Don’t talk about yourself like that,” he scoffs and pulls to move away but you keep him held to your chest. “Eddie, you really don’t know do you?”

This time you allow him to pull away. He glances down at you with his glassy red eyes that are full of sadness. “Know what?”

“How much I love you,” you softly smile and move so both of you are sitting facing each other on his bed. You move the bangs away from his face and cup his cheek. He opens his mouth to speak but you shake your head, letting him know you weren’t done. He closes his mouth, stares at you, and waits. He wants to hear what you’re gonna say, he needs to.

“You have shown me a love I thought only existed in movies. One I’ve dreamed of having since I was a little girl. I never thought I was going to find someone to love me the way I wanted to be, until I found you. You make me feel a way I’ve never felt before and I never want to feel another way again. You are the best thing in my life, Eddie. I wouldn’t trade you for anything. Not even Rob Lowe,” he laughs at that and feels his heart warming. He knows how you feel about Rob Lowe.

“Yeah,” you continue. “Not even Rob could make me take my eyes off of you,” —you kiss his forehead and wipe newly fallen tears from his cheeks— “I don’t want to live my life with anyone else. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I wish you could see how amazing you are. You deserve everything good in this world. I will continue to do my damndest to prove to you how worthy of every ounce of my love you are. You deserve love and happiness more than anyone I know, Eds.“

As soon as you finish, he’s launching himself at you, and crying for a different reason. You let your own tears fall this time, and they cascade down into his pretty brunette curls. “Thank you,” he cries while giving the space between your collarbones a kiss.

You don’t reply, instead lifting his head to kiss him on the lips. It’s full of all the love, passion, and adoration you both feel for each other; it’s almost enough to cause a new wave of tears to come to your eyes. “Eddie,” you whisper.

“Hm?” he says after pulling away to put his face into your neck, kissing the skin there.

“Want me to prove my love to you even more?” He sighs out a desperate yes before clutching to you tighter and bringing you into his lap. You softly push him away from your neck to kiss him, slowly trailing up to his ear.

The little noises he is letting out sends fire to your lower abdomen, he has no idea what he does to you even while doing nothing. As you reach just below his ear with your lips, he lets out a real moan as he grabs your waist with a vice-like grip that has you almost letting out a moan of your own.

You push it down, however, to whisper in his red-tipped ear, “I would follow you into Mordor.”

His grip on your wait loosens as he leans back to look at you. The smile on his face is so soft that you can feel your insides melting. “My sweet girl,” he exhales a laugh, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Now that convinced me you actually do love me.”

You let out a dramatic gasp and playfully swat at his chest. “And my whole speech where I poured my heart out didn’t convince you of that, Edward?”

He grasps at the place where you hit, letting out a groan of faux pain before flopping onto his back in the bed. “Your speech was beautiful, but I take Tolkien more to heart, baby.”

He laughs as you try to get off of his lap, grabbing you and pulling you down to his chest. You scowl at him, before a smile ultimately breaks out across your face. “You’re a nerd, you know that?”

“You’re the one who brought up Lord of the Rings first!” He exclaims leaning forward to blow a wet raspberry on your cheek. You squeal and try to move your face away, but he grips your jaw with both hands, locking you in place.

He continues the raspberry assault on your entire face before finally pulling back to admire his work. Your face is shiny with a small pout adorning your mouth. It makes him want to kiss you, so he does (no raspberry this time, thank god) while giggling. Eddie looks at you, admiring every inch of your face. He’s never loved anyone this way before, fully reciprocating every word you said to him just a few minutes prior. You are his forever. He will want you in every life, no matter what. Nobody will ever and could never compare to you.

How did he get so lucky?

He stares into your eyes, a serious look on his face, but with a smile playing on his lips and he says, “I too would follow you into Mordor.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader angst #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson

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thefiery-phoenix · 22 days

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Yo I'm actually obsessed with your writing😭 I'm going crazy send help. Anyways can you please do a yandere Dg with like a broken reader? I just love the thought of him pampering us🥹 Thank you and feel free the decline 🫶

Hello and thank you for liking my work, I really appreciate it :) And sure

RIGHT WHERE YOU BELONG(YANDERE DG X BROKEN READER)

You didn't know when your life went all wrong and took the wrong tangential turn, you were supposed to get good grades, make your parents proud, make a good name for yourself in society and follow your passion and dream of becoming a writer someday. Yet there were days when you felt like you were a burden to people, not withstanding the fact that even your own parents kept yelling that at you whenever you didn't get good grades and didn't live up to their expectation of being the perfect golden child for them. No matter how many accomplishments you had, you felt empty inside. You feel like you've forgotten how to live the essence of life itself, you forgot how to feel happiness since a long time. You felt like there was an empty void in your heart and you just...stopped feeling one day and became completely indifferent to everything around you

You thought you'd die alone and there were times when you felt like you were better off gone when a certain pink haired idol ended up kidnapping you and made you live with him. You regretted the day you met DG at the PTJ company and you mentally cursed yourself for falling for his tricks and manipulations that led you here in the first place. When you woke up on his bed confused and bewildered of what happened, he kept rambling something about how much he was going to love you and how he'd take care of you from now on and you laughed at him when he said those words. "Don't bother...please... I don't deserve it...'' you said as he frowned. "Now why would you say that?" he asked you, as his eyes narrowed but spoke in a gentle tone. He had to know what exactly made you feel like this, why were you so...indifferent and what made you develop a sense of apathy towards your surroundings

He wasn't considered a 'genius' for nothing. He could tell you were bothered by something, you were silent most of the time but your eyes spoke tales of sadness, which frankly hurt him. It hurt him to see your beautiful lotus like eyes carry the burden of sadness. "When are you going to kill me?" you asked him one day during dinner as the two of you were at the dining table. "What?" he asked you slowly as his voice was laced with concern and his heart pounded at your words. Why on earth would you say something like that? Your words sent a chill down his spine, he despised and hated the thought of being away from you for even a second and here you were asking him to kill you?

"Why would you say that? Tell me...talk to me'' he said as he set down his chopsticks and held your hands in his and rubbed gentle comforting circles on the back of your hand. You opened your mouth but no words came out, as usual. It was like they were stuck at the back of your throat as you tried to swallow the lump forming in your throat but your trembling lips and eyes conveyed another story. "Because I'm useless....'' you mumbled as you looked at the table and avoided his gaze. DG looked at you with his soul piercing gaze but his eyes softened and he could tell your life before you met him was harsh. You didn't hear his move as he pulled you to the couch with him and he wrapped his arms around your waist. "You're NOT useless. You hear me? I adore everything about you. I'll tell you this as many number of times as I have to, I love you'' he said as he caressed your cheek lovingly

"But why me? I'm no one...I'm...I'm nothing special'' you mumbled as he gently placed a finger on your lips and shushed you. "Shhh....sweetheart. No more self doubt. It pains me to see you so critical of yourself. I adore your beautiful mesmerizing eyes, every time I look into them, I feel like I get lost in them. I love your lips, they're so soft like the petals of a rose..'' he trailed off as he gently placed a kiss on your lips which made you squirm and you looked at him with a vulnerable expression for the first time. Deep down, he was glad he was getting closer to breaking down your walls of self doubt and self hatred. "Your mind is the one playing tricks on you sweetheart, just listen to me and only me...nothing else matters. No one else matters. I love you...and I'll never leave you. As for why I chose you, it's simple really. You managed to enter my heart and when I want something, I take it. As simple as that'' he said with a soft amused chuckle

The both of you just sat there for a while on the couch together as the dim lights and the jazz music playing in the background made you feel slightly at ease. Your bubbling self hatred didn't exactly disappear but it decreased slightly at his words. "Come on my love, it's time for you to sleep'' he said as he carried you bridal style to your room and held you close as you drifted off to sleep. You might have entered the land of your dreams but he was still wide awake, thinking about the words you've said and how your words sent a cold chill down his spine. The thought of losing you made him...enraged in such a way that not even words or numbers could do justice for

He slowly got down from the bed and caressed your cheek lovingly before he headed out into the living room and started doing his research of what exactly led you to such a state in the first place. He found out about how your parents always demanded you be the perfect golden child for them, how everyone always expected you to help them and yet when you needed help the most there was no one for you to depend on, how you always shouldered your own burdens and how people around you looked down on you just because you had the passion and dream of becoming a writer, calling your passion 'useless' because they were too narrow minded. He could feel red hot anger coursing through his veins as he thought of the number of times you could have cried to yourself alone, with no one to help you as his heart stung from the mere thought of imagining your cries for help getting ignored by the vast sea of people who just used you for their own personal gains

You were burned out. You needed a break. You needed someone to tell you that they were proud of you for once and that was just what he was going to do for you. He immediately developed a strong sense of hatred against those who ridiculed you so much to bring you to such a state, judging you for every single little thing. Who the HELL were they to judge HIS sweetheart like this? His mind flashed back to the number of times you looked at yourself in the mirror, your eyes filled with insecurities. He was going to get rid of every single insecurity of yourself you've ever had. He was going to spoil you with his love and you were just going to have to accept it. He thought of paying a little visit to those hypocritical pests later at some point in the future, to make them pay for every single time they made you cry or feel bad about yourself. It's not like such scumbags would be missed in society anyway so don't feel too bad when they land on the news the next day showing that they were brutally tortured before they were killed

He was going to make sure to spend more time with you, you really needed someone to keep an eye on you since he had the paranoia of you doing something drastic at some point which he couldn't allow to happen. He mentally reminded himself to get rid of the knives and switch off the gas in the kitchen so you wouldn't be able to hurt yourself. He'd encourage your passion for writing, you could have all the books you heart could ever desire and he'd love to read every word you've written. His intention was to never shoot down your dreams but for him to create a future for the two of you together. He was used to superficial people being with him only for the sake of his status or influence but he admired the way you were genuine at whatever you said and did. You could deny it all you wanted but despite your broken personality, he could see you had a heart of gold. A beautiful gentle heart and a soft soul that plenty of scumbags took advantage of that just made him mad to the core

DG sighed as he placed his file containing information regarding you back in his drawer and locked it, something you didn't need to find out just yet as he made his way back towards you and got on the bed as he held you in his arms and stroked your hair and placed a gentle and soft kiss on your cheek before he drifted off to sleep, you being by his side, right where you belonged...

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luneariaa · 14 days

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DEEPLY INHALES

Young nanami giving words of affirmation please please please

hiii OMG this took me quite a bit to decide on how and what to do tbh,, but anyway, you and young nanamin will be in a relationship here!! (o´▽`o) 💛💛💛

he might appear as ooc here omg but anyway hoping you enjoy this dear anon!! (ᵔ◡ᵔ) 💕💕‼ also, mentions of reader having insecurities etc. totally not projecting-

idk what i wrote either :")

tagging @jadeee <33 || dividers by @/cafekitsune ! 🌻

In all honesty, you never really knew the feeling of being deeply loved by someone. You never consider yourself as worthy and deserving of such a special treatment.

That changes when you meet Kento Nanami, of course. It started when you got transferred to Jujutsu High to try improving yourself both academically and wanting to become a jujutsu sorcerer yourself; even when your mother was against it at first, but eventually supporting your decisions.

You don't know how, but it has gotten you two in a very special relationship as right now too.

Nanami surely may appear as a man of a few words, yet he still makes a clear effort for you. He would always, and always, try his best to be there for you. It's one of his traits that you adored so much.

But despite everything, the insecurities and doubt still existed within you; not really knowing on how to possibly get rid of such feelings. You couldn't help yourself, which causes your mind to sometimes make you anxious, and rethinking the same thought over and over again.

Today is just one of those days, and you don't have the courage to confide your problems to him-- afraid of burdening him with your mere thoughts. So, you decided to just try to ease your mind by settling yourself on the couch after turning the TV on, since it's the weekends after all.

And of course, while your eyes are on the TV, you aren't focusing a word from it at all.

Though, not too long after, the sounds of feet approaching can be heard, yet you didn't even spare any glance at the source of sound because you fully know on who it is, taking a seat next to you on the available space of the couch. One of his hands reached for your shoulder and give it a comforting squeeze.

He doesn't even need to ask much judging by your facial expressions alone. He knows; he knows that something is bothering you. The slight slump of your shoulders has given it more away too.

"Did anything happen?"

Nanami tries to ask in a very delicate manner, yet understanding if you're not ready to tell him about it. The concern is evident at this point, and it made you feel guilty in a way.

"No, nothing happened," you shake your head with your gaze lowering. "It's just one of those days-- or just me, I guess."

You genuinely didn't know on how to talk to him regarding matters as such. But the thought of potentially ignoring him and pretending that you're alright makes it pretty worse than it actually is.

But of course, it wasn't enough to convince him, clearly knowing that there's something that you're hiding on. Upon noticing on how you didn't even look at him, Nanami gently uses his fingers; tipping your chin up so that you're facing him now.

"Are you sure?" It might seem a simple question; meant to be asked by anyone when one doesn't believe the other, but this one has a hint of genuine care and concern lacing his voice. He doesn't believe you.

Those three words are enough to make you completely go silent for a solid few minutes, before finally giving in, knowing that he's not going to give up on the matter.

"I mean it. It's just-- my thoughts, they're quite a mess right now, and I don't even know what to actually say.."

"Was it because of the exam?"

"Well, that's a part of it." You chuckled lightly, but your inner turmoil hasn't even subsided yet. "It's kinda ridiculous though.."

"I don't care if it seems ridiculous or not," Nanami still maintains his voice in a soft way, never intending to raise his voice or even using any harsh words. "If anything, I would be glad to listen to any of your problems."

Even if it's a minor thing from the past or so, he would always lend you an ear whenever you needed to talk to him.

You gradually released your breath that you didn't realize you've been holding on, adjusting your posture a bit before finally deciding to answer him.

"You know, sometimes.. I can't help but to wonder; am I a good lover to you? I know that both of us are still young, but.."

You begin to fiddle your fingers out of nervousness that's slowly building up within you.

"I'm scared if I ever mess things up."

The blonde-haired male ponders over your confession for a bit, before he moves himself closer to you-- taking ahold of your shoulders, and made you look at him so you two are now face to face properly.

He tells you understandingly and calmly, "A good lover isn't perfect."

"Just so you know; we all have our own imperfections, even I do. I have flaws, yet you accepted as who I am, and as I do to you. You never once judged me, and I forever will be grateful for your existence."

"No one is perfect, after all. It's simply impossible to meet someone with such qualities. It would be highly unrealistic, and I hope you do realize that."

By this point, your eyes shifted upwards to meet his own, yet you couldn't find any traces of irritation or even lies as he tells you those words. It feels pure and genuine, clearly coming straight from what lies within his heart alone.

When he acknowledges the look you gave him, a small, yet content smile is present; partly as a sign of reassurance, that he only saves it for you. His hands didn't even leave your form either, determined on making you believe on each of his words. He doesn't want you to doubt him, because everything he says is the mere truth, not just something that you wanted to hear.

"You are already a great partner for me, so don't ever doubt yourself anymore." No matter how many times, he would gladly repeat those words for you. Because you mean a lot to him.

Who would've thought that someone like Nanami to ever speak out such sweet words to anyone; to you? An absolute sweetheart, you were rendered speechless for a while there after he finished speaking, affecting your whole being in the best ways possible.

And it almost made you feel foolish to ever have shown that you doubt yourself for it, when all he feels is genuine love and care for you.

Once the realization really hits you, your cheeks is slowly becoming more pinkish, finally able to absorb his words to your heart and mind; taking your time to understand it deeply in the process. He's really that one guy; one who simply doesn't leave you over something that could be deemed as ridiculous.

"You truly mean it..?"

"With every fibre of my being, I do." You didn't even realize that your eyes have gotten teary, feeling a little emotional over this whole situation. He knows that you two could make it through this relationship, with proper care and effort from one another.

It's not something he would easily admit to someone, which makes it even more special to you. One of his hands now moved up towards your cheek, and the other around your waist as he tenderly brushes away the tears that managed to escape from you.

"You mean a lot to me, even if I didn't show it that often."

You didn't even realize that you may or may not have been bottling up your emotions over your silent thoughts, which makes it more evident when he pulls you into a warm embrace; all while whispering some comforting words to you.

"Hey, it's alright, okay? It's alright, I got you." Is one of what he said while rubbing circles on your back-- the embrace position still stays.

"I know and I'm aware that I might not appear as the most openly affectionate person-- barely saying the words, 'I love you', or anything along the lines to you at times.."

"But remember my words, alright? I do care about you, so much than I did about myself. I love you too much, you're everything to me. Please don't ever forget that."

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sunflwryu · 1 year

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warning: fluff, comfort | not requested

care

“...are you okay, baby?”

hyunjin had just woken up in the middle of the night to feel you trembling and your breathing unsteady, labored, heavy. you’re holding onto the pillow so tightly, turned away from him, and he can hear tiny, pitiful whimpers and gasps escape from your mouth.

there’s no answer to his question, and he doesn’t know what’s wrong exactly, but all he knows he can do is to bring you into his arms to ground you, to anchor you outside of the pain you’re suffering right now, and that’s what he does, pressing your ear to his chest so you can listen to his heartbeat, his hold on you firm but gentle and loving, giving the top of your head delicate kisses, hoping they’ll bring you any sort of relief. it breaks his heart to feel tears soak into his shirt, to feel you shaking so much like this, and it hurts so, so much to feel you, hear you, watch you in pain like this, but he has to be here for you because it’s the only thing he can do to make you feel at least a little better.

“i-i’m fine,” you sputter with a broken voice that’s not at all convincing, trying to push him away, “g-go back to sleep...”

he can hear what you’re trying to tell him. don’t worry about me, i don’t want to be a burden to you. it makes him feel so frustrated because he loves you so much that you could never make him stop worrying about you, you could never be a burden to him, who’s so incredibly lucky to have you when you could‘ve chosen anyone else in the world. sometimes it makes him think that you can’t trust him enough to let him comfort you, to share your problems with you, but it doesn’t matter.

he won’t let go, he won’t, he won’t leave you to go through this suffering alone. “don’t be stubborn, baby...please, tell me everything, if it hurts and what hurts...” he begs, not wanting you to continue denying it, to continue hurting yourself like that by ignoring your own pain like you told him you had before meeting him.

you’re silent for a bit, and he doesn’t want to push it, just holding you until a minute or two later, you begin to wail. “hyune, i-it hurts, it hurts so much...” you sob, lips quivering, throwing your arms around him and squeezing his torso as tightly as you can, like he’s your stress ball to make it a little bit easier on you, and he doesn’t mind it at all. but to hear you like this, he can’t even imagine how much pain you’re in, how he feels guilty for not being able to do anything but hold you like this, how much his heart burns and shatters with every pained sound you make, because this is all he can do, because you’re in pain and he can’t take the pain with you, for you to ease your burden, because he’s absolutely powerless right now.

he just bites his lip, then grits his teeth, eyes tearing up as he tries not to cry from hearing you like this, but he tries to keep calm, be the steady rock that you can lean on, be there for you so that you can feel better sooner, so you can be free from whatever pain this is.

“don’t worry, baby...i’m here,” he reassures you quietly, stroking your hair with his hand, “...i’m here, okay? i’m right here...i love you so, so much. you can make it through this, you can do this...everything will be okay...”

you’re breaking down, you’re calling and sobbing his name desperately, endlessly, and each time you do, without fail, he squeezes you so lightly you can barely feel it, but you do and it’s so comforting. it’s like he’s saying everytime to counter your every doubt, repeating lovingly i’m here, i’m here for you always, and that, that is something you’ll never take for granted, something you’ll try to keep in your heart when you’re feeling sad or anything like this again. it means so much that he’s here right now, doing his best and just loving you in general, it means the world to you. he whispers words that you can’t understand thanks to your delirium, but you understand what they’re meant to do and his voice is a familiar melody that soothes you the more he speaks.

he doesn’t know how long you both stayed there like that, cuddled up under the blankets holding so tightly onto one another, because at some point you’d grown quieter until eventually, you’d exhausted yourself from it all and fell asleep, and shortly after, he did too; by the time he opened his eyes again, it was at least daylight from the glow of the area above the closed curtains, and you were okay again, a content, peaceful smile on your face as you held him ever so tightly still even in your sleep. it made him feel better, knowing you were okay now, knowing that maybe he helped you through it in some way, somehow at least a little, because that’s enough for him.

he just stares at you for a little bit, not wanting to wake you up because you deserved the rest...you deserve absolutely everything good and wonderful in the world and even more than that. you’re so beautiful and so unreal, and you didn’t deserve to feel that pain at all. all he wants is for you to be happy, to never suffer ever again...and for him to be happy with you, to be there for you is a blessing, a greed that he’s so, so grateful you’ve indulged him for.

it’s not long before you wake up, and you feel his hand hold your cheek, gently guiding your head so you look at him as your boyfriend begins to speak.

“next time, please wake me up, okay, baby...?”

this time, the tears that spill from your eyes are ones of gratitude for what he’s done for you, now and every night before it by just being there with you, to lie in bed with you and hold you. “thank you, b-but you have to sleep, you’re always so busy and you’re so tired and—”

hyunjin shuts you up with a sweet kiss on the lips, giving you the most loving, adoring, comforting smile as he cups your face delicately, his soft gaze ever so warm and understanding and filled with affection.

“i don’t care about that...what i care the most about in this world is you.”

note: i wrote this really early in the morning because i was in lots of pain (obviously not going into detail as to not trigger anyone). it’s what i wanted someone to do for me in that moment, and all the other painful moments. i didn’t write specifically what the pain was so that everyone could find comfort in it, and i sincerely hope this helps you through hard times. i’m not sure if this would count as angst but let me know what you think. thank you for reading. :)

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romantichomicide95 · 8 months

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levi ackerman

summary: you’re feeling inadequate and sad. kinda wrote this as being therapeutic but if you struggle with depression it might help you too :)

tw: themes of depression, it’s not outright stated

You walk into Levi's office after training, slumping on his sofa. He looks up at you over his paperwork, his sharp eyes taking in your demeanor. Usually, you walk in, wrap your arms around him, and pepper kisses on his face while he grunts and groans at you. But today, something is off. Levi can tell that something is bothering you.

Levi, being the stoic and reserved person that he is, has always had a difficult time with emotions. He's a man of action, not one for big pep talks or grand gestures. But he can sense your unease, and it gnaws at him.

Levi pauses for a moment, setting his paperwork aside and fixing his gaze on you. His usual cold exterior softens just a fraction as he takes in your troubled expression. His voice, though still gruff, holds a touch of genuine concern. "Gunna tell me what’s wrong?"

You let out a sigh, your eyes flickering away for a moment before meeting his again. "How do you know somethings wrong," you ask, but you can’t hide the tremble in your voice.

Levi's brows furrow, he moves closer to you, slowly closing the distance between you. "Because I know you," he replies, his voice low. "I can read you like an open book."

You shift uncomfortably under his gaze, feeling almost exposed. It was both comforting and a little annoying that he could read you so well, but not surprising after all this time together. But the thoughts gnawing away at the spaces in your brain were too much, too suffocating. It was hard sometimes, for you to open up. Feeling like a burden to people was something you’d struggled with for as long as you could remember. You always felt…alone. But you had Levi now, and you loved him.

Levi's office suddenly feels suffocating. Your voice comes out as a whisper, barely audible. "I... I feel like I'm not good enough. A good enough soldier or uhm well good enough for you, Levi," you confess, “you’re perfect.”

With his usual bluntness, Levi responds, "The hell are you talking about? I'm far from perfect. Don't idealize me like that. It’s infuriating.”

Levi's words catch you off guard. “But Levi," you begin, looking at the floor as though the chips in the wood were the most interesting thing you’d ever seen, “I don't idealize you because you're flawless. I see your imperfections, your rough edges, and I still think you're amazing. And that's what makes me feel inadequate sometimes. I look at you and then I look at myself and…I just feel…”

Levi's takes a step closer and gently places his hand on your shoulder. "Stupid?," he says cutting you off. "Because that’s how you’re acting. I never asked you to be like me. I’m not with you because you fit some mold. I’m with you because of who you are. You’re not inadequate.”

Levi's hand on your shoulder remains a steady support, his touch grounding you in the midst of your insecurities. You take a deep breath, “I get what you're saying, Levi, but sometimes, it's hard to see my own worth. I don’t know why I’m like that. I wish I wasn’t.”

Levi's expression slightly softens and he takes a minute to try and choose his response carefully before he speaks, “I know what it’s like to not feel like you’re measuring up," he admits, his eyes locked with yours. "But remember, nobody is perfect, least of all me. You don’t have to be perfect for me to want you. You don't need to be like me or anyone else to be enough. So stop being an idiot and don’t doubt how I feel about you. I certainly wouldn’t put up with your ass if you weren’t enough for me.”

"Thank you, Levi," you roll your eyes, managing to let out a soft chuckle. "For such a grump you can actually be really sweet.”

Levi quirks an eyebrow at your comment, "Grump?” He questions, finally sitting down with you his sofa.

“Yeah.” you laugh, “You’re kind of grumpy sometimes. But you’re also sweet, in your own way. You always manage to make me feel better.”

Levi rolls his eyes at you and groans, “You’re an idiot…but you’re my idiot I guess.”he says his stormy eyes filled with a tenderness that only you get to witness, “I’m glad I made you feel better.” he adds.

“You always do, somehow. Even when you’re kind of gruff about it. But I know you try.” You rest your head on his shoulder, and interlace your fingers with his. He squeezes your hand, it’s a small gesture reserved only for you to show you how much he really does love you.

“I do try. For you. I know I’m not the best at it, but I’m always here for you.” he says turning towards you and lifting your chin. He places a soft kiss to your lips and you momentarily get lost in the rich, bitter taste of tea on his lips. When you part he rests his forehead on yours, his eyes boring into yours. “Always.”

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bratzforchris · 10 months

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can you do a request where the reader struggled with depression/anxiety and Ashton is there to help her ? he’s there to comfort her through it all :)

I'll Take Care of It

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Summary: Above

Pairing: Ashton x feminine reader

Warnings: Depression, anxiety, talks of medication and sh

Word Count: 819

A/N: I hope you love it! Supportive boyfriend Ashton is so lovable and snuggly :)

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You sighed, pulling the comforter over your head. Today was just one of your blue days. Nothing seemed to be enjoyable enough to pull you out of bed and your bad thoughts were running wild in your brain, making you doubt yourself and your relationship.

You had struggled with anxiety and depression since you were thirteen. You had good days and bad days just like any other human, but when you had bad days, absolutely nothing got done.

Downstairs, Ashton was practicing his drums, rehearsing for tour later this month. You longed to go to him, to just sit on his lap and cry until you felt all better, but you knew you couldn't. He was so busy and stressed lately that it would be unfair of you to burden him with your problems too.

And so, you wallowed alone in your misery. You had always been a late sleeper, so Ash wouldn't see anything suspicious about it being just gone ten and you weren't up yet. Sleep wouldn't seem to come to you, though.

The longer you laid in bed, the guiltier you felt. You had strayed off your anti-anxiety and anti-depressants lately because they made you feel so blah. You wren't happy when you took the medicine; the pills took away the things that made you you. Ashton didn't know this, however. You knew he would scold you about your health if you told him.

You sighed, rolling onto your back and running your thumb gently over your scarred forearm. You had stopped self-harming since being with Ashton, but sometimes you wondered if it would help at all to get a break from the immense emotional pain you experienced for seemingly no reason.

Deep in thought, you barely heard your boyfriend enter the bedroom quietly, his footsteps muted by the plush carpet.

"I'm awake..." You whispered softly, hoping Ashton could hear you since your voice was muffled by the blankets.

"Oh! Good morning then, love!" he said cheerfully, going to open the blinds. "I hope I didn't wake you."

"You didn't." You sighed.

"Something wrong?" Ashton asked, looking up from putting away his laundry. "You're awfully quiet."

You stayed silent. You didn't know how to answer Ash's question. "I'm fine. Just tired." You said eventually.

Ashton paused his laundry and walked over to your shared bed, sitting down beside you. He had been with you long enough to notice your moods and when you were slipping into a more depressed state. "Would you like a hug?"

You nodded, peeking your head out from the covers. You could feel tears pooling in your eyes, and you tried your best to keep them at bay. Ash immediately wrapped you in a hug, holding you in his strong arms.

"I know when something's wrong." he hummed quietly, chin resting atop your head.

"I just..." You trailed off, sniffling against his chest.

Ashton didn't urge you to speak. Instead, he simply ran a hand up and down your back until you were ready to talk again.

"I've just been feeling anxious and depressed lately and I don't know why." You huffed.

"Oh sweetie," he cooed. "It's okay to not know why. We all have feelings and sometimes we can't understand why we have to go through misery and hurt."

"There's no explanation." You began to cry again. "I have a perfect life. I'm dating you, my writing has been going well, I'm not struggling."

"And sometimes there won't be an explanation," Ashton said softly. "All you can do is try your best to make it through and that's exactly what you're doing."

You sniffled against his chest once more before quietly speaking. "I haven't been taking my meds either..."

Your boyfriend was quiet for a moment as he thought up a response. "Well, I know how much you hate taking them; I would never want you to be miserable. But I do want you to get the help you need." he said softly.

You shrugged against his chest. "Maybe I should talk to the psychiatrist again..."

"That's a good idea," Ashton said gently. "They can help you get the correct things you need without hurting you."

You didn't know what else to say, so you simply snuggled yourself further into Ashton's chest, burrowing in his strong, muscular arms. You two stayed like that for quite some time, with Ashton rocking you gently and mumbling soft things to you.

Eventually, the honey-blond spoke. "Would you like some breakfast, lovely?"

You nodded your head. Despite being rather anxious, you were still pretty hungry. Besides, Saturdays were your and Ashton's "pancake days".

Ash smiled, helping you up and into one of his big hoodies. Once you were ready, he helped you downstairs and to the kitchen, smiling as he sat you down with a warm cup of coffee.

"You just sit here and relax," he cooed, kissing your cheek. "I'll take care of it."

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ilyuu · 1 year

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on the edge.

exams, projects, deadlines - as of late, it’s all that takes your time. stress starts anew; fears find your cracks; a tomorrow dauntingly looms. not if he has anything to say about it. (or he tries to comfort you from your studies.)

ft. albedo, alhaitham & tighnari.

warnings : hurt/comfort, angst, mentions of crying (alhaitham, tighnari), did i mention comfort? lmk if i missed anything!

a/n : eueu some (read: most) of the dialogue here are occ so i do apologize for that,,,

albedo.

“take a rest.”

it’s all he says to you, his voice, methodical, soft, breaking the silence of the night that was slowly, yet surely, starting to get to you. the words in front of you is making no sense whatsoever - no matter how many times you try to take it in, no matter how many times your eyes roam over it again and again, its meaning escapes you.

and it only fuels the fire of stress in you.

you dig your fingers into your hair, biting into your scalp, as you lie your head on the sheets before you. untidy, lost, there’s no saving the lack of composure of it and yourself.

it’s the possibility of you not making the cut, the expectations that those around you and yourself had held that seemed almost too lofty at this moment. maybe at some point, just maybe, but that point is not now. that whatever you could remember is the only saving grace of you passing anything, the capability of talent.

“you have to. i’m well aware that these deadlines are to be met sooner than later, and that it is vital to your performance.” his hand holds yours from behind, and the act lets him lean into you, his chest pressed against your back - the warmth that you didn’t notice was missing came altogether. “but it isn’t worth you losing yourself bit by bit to it.”

“it isn’t. you taught me as much, and i’d like to return the favor if at all possible.” his fingers locks with yours. “as you were with me, i’d like to be there for as long with you; and as you were the one who pulled me once i’ve fallen too far, i’d do the same.”

alhaitham.

a tip of a pencil scratching against paper, rustling, and sighs that held a burden heavier than it should is all there is for a few hours. that’s you. along with the faint sounds of pages turning to the next accompanying it. that’s alhaitham. and every then and so, his eyes strays from the words to you. and every time, you look worse for wear.

he’s aware of the weight that comes along with the intent of perfection, or at the very least, making past by the threshold of passing, around this time. the pressure of strong hopes to not disappoint those around you, let alone yourself, and drag down into a spiral of incompetence.

though, that said, it seems he’s too late to try and prevent that - he sighs and shuts the book to a close. next thing he knows, he’s at your side, head atop of yours. he feels you flinch a bit and it was enough for him to huff.

and he closes his eyes. and he feels you slowly crumble underneath him, bit by bit. your taut nerves dwindle and unravel itself with each soft breath he releases and takes in; he reminds you, once again, of his presence. and you all but indulge yourself in him as a breather, feeling yourself far and farther from the reaches of your mind.

“there’s no need to push yourself,” and his voice carries that affinity he holds for you. it’s almost enough for your tears to threaten to fall. “the moment you start to doubt yourself in these matters is a sign that you need to resign for some time.”

“and,” he places a small peck on your head, “you are no exception.”

tighnari.

a click. the lights flicker on and, lo and behold, you. you wince at the wave of sudden light, and as you find yourself adjusting to it, you hear a sigh not too far off from your side. all you see is him, tighnari, as he leans against a wall - he pinches the bridge of his nose (and its then can you note the telltale signs of concern all over him.)

his eyes takes in the mess of the last few hours and there only lives documents, notes, folders of anything you had that may or may not had helped you a step closer to an acceptable grade. in spite of it, they weigh much more than any paper should, whether as a reminder, or as information that wasn’t known to you in the first place.

and it starts to heave on you and your lifestyle as of late.

when you blink, he’s right beside you, and his hand has already gone to cup your cheek. the pad of his thumb, a bit callous, rough, yet all too familiar, circles aimlessly as he traces the small things about you - a haze of exhaustion in your eyes, bags, and the dried remains of tears. you subtly lean into his touch, eyes closed.

“take a break,” he says, “and that’s not a recommendation.”

“and don’t even tell me you can’t. i’ve heard better excuses than that - no one’s asking you to be pushed to the edge, no one’s asking you to break. but what i am asking you to do is to take a step back before another forward or else there’s no other step to take in the first place.”

and he smiles. a bit exhausted, a bit annoyed with you, eyes slightly furrowed, but a smile nonetheless. “so? or are you more interested in another lecture from me?”

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delicate-moon-princess · 1 year

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Warm Enough

Summary: You’re having trouble staying warm during a winter storm. Walter is there to warm you up, but will he be able to keep the touches innocent? Will you? (Based on “A Word Like That”)

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Innocent!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smutty content, dry humping, climaxing with clothes on (both parties, as Walter is all for solidarity), dirty thoughts, embarrassed reader, fear of the dark, talk of bad weather- Let me know if I forgot anything!

Word Count: 3.5k

Any typos are my own!

A/N: I’m reposting because Dumblr strikes again. This was an anon prompt, involving Walter, an innocent reader, and some sensual grinding 🥵 I forgot to take a screenshot of the original request. Enjoy!

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“We are expecting record breaking snowfall here in the next few hours. Stay inside, folks, because a blizzard is coming.”

You heard the chipper voice of the weatherman coming from the television in the living room. You rolled your eyes as you sat in the kitchen. Who can be so bright and cheery when there’s a snowstorm on the way?

No doubt the roads would be closed. Which means you were snowed in at Walter’s place. Initially, you came over to hog his wi-fi. You had a project due and your own internet was incredibly slow. Now it looked like you were going to be spending the night.

Trying to focus on your work, you continued to type on your laptop. You froze when the wind blew harshly. The windows rattled, which was eerie enough to put you on edge. You shivered.

It didn’t help that it was well below freezing outside, and it wasn’t much warmer in the house. You bundled up in a thick quilt, on top of your heavy sweatpants and hoodie. Still, you felt chilly. As you blew hot air into your cold hands, an anxious thought crossed your mind.

What if the power went out?

As if on cue, the lights flickered when another loud gust shook the house. You gasped, hugging yourself tighter as you looked up at the chandelier in the kitchen. If the power went out now, you would be caught with no heat in the worst snowstorm you had ever seen. And it would leave you in the dark.

It became impossible to concentrate on your work any longer. You didn’t want to be left alone when it went pitch black. The skin on your arms rose in tender goosebumps. You felt scared and cold. Thankfully, the warmest, safest person you knew was sitting in the other room.

Walter. He radiated comfort and warmth. You could cuddle up with him, and the big, bad blizzard stood no chance of harming you. He would be there to protect you.

You closed your laptop, standing up from the table. You migrated towards the sound of the television. The trim of the quilt dragged along the wooden floor as it rested on your shoulders. When you neared the corner going into the living room, your steps grew reluctant.

Were you honestly going to disturb him with your silly, childish fears? You knew you would have to explain your fear of the dark, and you didn’t want that. What if he laughed at you?

You stopped before coming out from around the corner. You decided you weren’t going to bother him with something so immature. If the power went out, you wouldn’t panic. You would handle the situation like an adult. Walter didn’t need to be burdened with his ditzy girlfriend’s troubles.

As you turned to head back, his smooth voice ran out.

“Darling? You can come in.”

You were caught. It was impossible to hide from him. You held in a sigh, swallowing thickly. While biting your lip, you creeped into the living room. Walter held the novel he had been reading. He kept the television on for background noise.

“Hi.” You offered meekly, making your way into the room.

“Hello, love. How are you?” He tilted his head, observing your covered form. He set his book on the side table and rested his hands on his thighs.

“A little cold…” You told him, holding the quilt tightly around yourself. Your nervous thumbs played with the edge of it. “Some storm, huh?”

You chatted, doing your very best to seem casual. He smiled, humming with a nod. Walter watched as you stood in front of him, shifting from side to side on your feet. You trembled, letting your eyes do a once-over of his form.

He was wearing a pair of gray joggers and your favorite black sweater. It was a little old, with a few holes in the cable knit pattern. But it was warm. So warm.

You wanted nothing more than to curl up in his arms. To fight the cold and the dark away. And to be close to him… the thought made your heart stutter. Now, all you had to do was ask to be in his lap. Should be easy enough, right?

At that moment, you lost your ability to speak. All you could do was stare at him with a certain longing even Walter couldn’t place. He tried to wait for you to come out with it, but you didn’t budge.

“You look like you want to ask me something.” He pondered, masking his smirk when you blinked and snapped out of your trance. You started fidgeting again, biting your lower lip as you stammered.

“I-I was going to ask, um…. if I could sit in your lap.” You hesitated, feeling like you were asking for the moon from this man. He was silent.

It was an innocent request, but you knew there was a chance he could take it the wrong way. He had a little bit of a dirty mind. It must be contagious. Because you couldn’t shake the image of lustfully kissing him while perched on his legs.

You never had so many naughty daydreams until you met him. His pervertedness was rubbing off on you. And as much as you try to deny it, he made you want to shred up every last bit of your innocence and throw it away.

“Oh.” He finally reacted, flashing his teeth in a mischievous grin.

Just as you thought, he took it the wrong way. Ugh, dirty man! And dirty you for sharing the same dirty thoughts. You narrowed your eyes, poking a finger out of your blanket armor to point at him.

“Don’t get any funny ideas!” You scoffed, huffing when he pursed his lips to stop a laugh when he saw your finger sticking out at him. “This is purely for survival purposes.”

You yanked your finger back inside, that way he had nothing to laugh at. His gaze flicked up to meet yours, and he could tell you did not want to be smiled at.

“Survival purposes, huh?” He humored you, nodding along as you started to babble.

“Yes, survival purposes. There is a blizzard coming!” You exclaimed, gesturing to the television. “I am already shivering over here, and there is a very big chance the power could go out. Which means no furnace, Walter.”

“That is correct.” He commented, arms crossed as he waited for you to continue.

“And no lights, either.” You added quietly, your gaze casted to the floor.

Walter raised a brow, not surprised with the fact that you were afraid of the dark. He was surprised at the way you shamefully admitted it. Did you not think you could trust him? Deep down, it hurt him.

He pushed away his grief, reaching out for the blanket to pull you closer. You followed his tugging, hiccuping as you stood between his spread knees. You pouted as you looked into his blue eyes.

Your shoulders slumped, your bravery disappearing the more he stared at you. He always could make your brain go haywire with just a look. You wanted to get your point across before you lost yourself completely.

Walter rubbed the back of your covered legs. You bit your lip and looked away. Your thoughts jumbled from his calming touch.

“Go on, darling.” He prodded, his voice soft. You sighed and looked at him.

“I thought… We should share body heat. You’re obviously warmer than I am. And it looks like we’re going to be snowed in here for a while. I personally don’t wish to freeze to death by tomorrow.” You stated.

“And that way, if the power does go out, we won’t be alone. In the dark.” You continued, your voice getting softer, to the point it was barely loud enough for him to hear.

“That's all you wanted to ask me?” He grinned after a moment of silence, wrapping his arms around your bundled hips.

You raised a brow, his question catching you off guard. What did he mean “that’s all”? It took every last ounce of your courage to ask him that. And why was he grinning at you? Was he laughing at you?

He leaned his head up to look at you, still smiling. You wore a hurt furrow in your brows. Walter clicked his tongue.

“Don’t pout, sweetheart. All I meant was you don’t need to ask to sit in my lap. You could have just told me you were cold and lonely. I would have welcomed you with open arms.” He hummed, grabbing the edge of the quilt that overlapped in front of you.

You sighed in relief, but got bashful the second you realized how you did blow this all out of proportion. He chuckled as his hands pulled the blanket apart, urging you to take it off.

“It’s alright, love. It was polite of you to ask.” He assured you, and it made you feel a tad better. You gave him a small smile, letting him take off the quilt. It fell to the floor behind you.

“There’s that beautiful smile. Now, come here.” Walter grunted, yanking you towards him as he leaned backwards.

You yelped as you fell into him, with him guiding your legs to rest on each side of his. As you straddled him, you tried not to think about how firm his muscular thighs felt between your own. So solid. It made you want to rub yourself all over him. How could you not?

Walter grabbed you, lifting you up so your lower halves touched. You felt the warmth of him through your thick layers. Your lips parted in a phantom gasp as he got situated under you. You cursed the growing dampness between your thighs.

“Are you warm enough now?” He breathed, raising a brow.

You nodded, your skin blazing. A thin layer of perspiration broke out on your brow. He was like a human furnace. Sweat started to gather at the base of your spine.

It wasn’t just the intense amount of heat he was radiating that was making you perspire. It was also the fact that despite how close you were, you didn’t feel like it was enough. You wanted more, too many layers between the two of you. You bit your lip to stifle a whimper when you shifted on top of him.

Walter gulped, thankful his beard was thick enough to shield the sight of his Adam’s Apple bobbing. He felt a twitch between his legs, and he desperately willed his growing erection away. He rubbed your sides, seeing the way you panted. He pulled at the hem of your hoodie, concerned.

“I think you’re a little too warm, sweetheart. Let’s get this off of you.” He fretted, and you let him lift the heavy fabric off of you.

You welcomed the feeling of cool air on your skin as you were left in a t-shirt. Taking in a deep breath, you tried to calm yourself. Before, you had been the one scolding him for his dirty mind. Here you were the one getting worked up over sitting in his lap.

“Is that better?” He tossed the hoodie behind you.

“Yes.” You murmured, resting your hands on his shoulders. You hoped he didn’t detect a hitch in your voice.

Of course, he did. Walter was picking on every little que of your arousal. He said nothing about it, treating your embrace as nothing but the perfect cuddle session. Even though you were inadvertently wiggling against his stirring cock. He wasn’t going to do anything to scare you away.

“Good. Why don’t you relax a little? Let me hold you.” He said, pulling you to lean forwards into his chest.

You were surrounded by his smell, your cheek pressed against his sweater. Your eyes fluttered shut, turning your head to press your nose to inhale more of his scent. A moan escaped you when he flooded your nostrils, muffled by his chest. Your hips involuntarily rolled. Walter let out a gentle grunt.

“Are you alright, darling? You’re moving quite a lot.” He smiled to himself, already knowing why you were squirming. You didn’t see his smirk, your face still in his chest.

Walter was not content with the whine you gave in response. He took your cheeks in his hands, making you look at him as you trembled in his lap. The bulge in his pants was becoming harder the more you moved, but you hadn’t noticed yet.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He urged you, his thumb easing your bottom lip out from between your teeth.

You hiccuped, embarrassed to admit what bothered you. It was dirty. Something you shouldn't be enjoying as much as you are.

“I…” You hesitated, your throat dry. You looked at him as he waited patiently, sighing before you admitted it. “It feels good. Being in your lap. Makes me feel all…warm. And tingly.”

Another jolt straight to his cock. Your honesty was making him excited. And the hint of curiosity in your tone gave him an ache in his loins that made the gruff detective want to whine. God, the things you did to him…

He licked his lips, and your gaze fell down to his mouth to watch. You licked your own lips, wondering what his mouth tasted like. Walter speaking snapped you out of your daydream.

“Don’t be so embarrassed, love. It’s supposed to feel that way. Your body is just responding to me, that’s all.” He assured you, stroking your hair.

You leaned into his hand, taking the comfort he was giving you. His words helped you relax a tad. The craving in your core made it difficult to relax completely. You shuddered, squirming once more. Anything to help ease the ache.

Walter inhaled sharply, then he closed his eyes. His grip fell from your face to your hips, dragging you harder onto him. Your hands shook when you felt how excited he was getting.

You bucked against the growing steel tucked between your legs. The pressure was light, given how many clothes you had on. But rutting in his beefy lap still helped ease the lewd appetite you developed.

Both of you moaned in unison. Walter huffed beside your ear, blowing your hair back a bit. One of his hands gripped your bum, leaning in to nibble on the shell of your earlobe.

Walter smirked when you let out a sharp mewl. He found your sweet spot. His facial hair tickled you as he suckled on your lobe. You gasped, seeking more of the delicious friction your body craved.

“It feels good for me too, sweetheart. Seeing you whining and squirming in my lap…” He groaned lowly, eyes closing as he inhaled through his nose. “It does things to me. Mmm fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

He bucked up with a moan, letting you feel what the sight of you on top of him was causing. His thick cock strained against the seam of his pants, begging to be let out. You squeezed your thighs around him with a whine, covering his mouth with yours.

The realization that he was so affected by your body caused your walls to flutter. Suddenly, the light pressure wasn’t enough. You intertwined your fingers in his curls, begging into the kiss.

“Please… I need- I- Mmm!” You whimpered, struggling to articulate yourself as you arched your back.

You needed him. You didn’t know how, but you needed him. A fire had grown in your core, the lapping flames of your arousal merely being teased by your actions. He would know how to take care of the blaze.

“Shh, it’s okay.” He soothed you, rubbing your sides. “Need to get these off too. I know you’ve got another layer under there.”

He tugged on your sweatpants, managing to get them off as you continued to straddle him. A bit shocked at his skill of undressing you, you didn’t have time to dwell on it as Walter lowered you back to his lap. The grip he had on you tightened.

You felt him closer now. His solid length nudged your clit through your pajama shorts. You hiccuped. Your underwear was already saturated in your juices. You worked on making a wet spot in the shorts as well.

“There. Doesn’t that feel even better? Move your hips like this, come on.” He huffed, guiding you with his hands as he watched your movements.

You followed the rhythm of his deep grinding. Each time you swivel your hips, the tent in his pants dragged along your covered slit. It knocked against your swollen love button. You cried out, legs trembling as he grunted deeply.

Unbeknownst to you, the crotch of your shorts had shifted to the side. This gave Walter a perfect view of your wet panties. He moaned, forcing himself to look away as you rubbed your front all over him. He wanted to respect your closely held modesty. Despite also wanting to ogle at your beautiful body.

Instead, he chose to watch your face as you rocked with him. He could see you fighting the feeling, your body chasing its pleasure as your mind tried to gain control. But you were too far gone to care, drowning in the pleasure he was inflicting on you. He let you lead now, following your pace as you worked yourself on his lap.

“That’s it, good girl.” He purred, knowing how much you loved to be praised.

You mewled, almost losing yourself completely when he said that. You squeezed his shoulders, bearing down on him as your hips gyrated. He grunted,

Sparks flashed behind your closed eyelids. The bottom of your spine began tingling as a tense knot grew in your belly. Walter’s raspy voice barely reached your eardrums in your dazed state.

“Open your eyes, darling. Look at me.”

You struggled to obey, but you managed to pry your eyes open to gaze at him. Your body betrayed you, not stopping its movements as you rode his lap. Walter moaned, his attention fixated on you as you panted.

“Let it happen, sweetheart, it’s okay. I know you can feel it, let go, darling. Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum all over my lap.” He groaned, your soft mound rubbing on the aching tip of his dick.

You moved your hips wantonly, chasing the feeling of ecstasy. Pleasure washed over you as you finished. All feelings of modesty left your body. The only thing you could focus on was the toe-curling sensations echoing through you. If this was dirty, you didn’t want to be clean. Being society’s good girl meant nothing if you had to give this up.

You'd rather be his good girl.

Walter tugged you into his chest, pushing up as he kept you firmly pressed on his lap. The pressure on his cock head finally sent him over the edge as well. He cupped one of your cheeks, slamming his lips to yours as he spurted his load in his joggers.

He groaned passionately against your lips. His grip on you was tight as he lost himself in his own rapture. The sticky texture of his seed coated his skin, making a wet spot in the fabric. It matched the one you wore on the front of your underwear.

He continued to hold you as you both recovered. He pulled away from your mouth to pepper lazy kisses along your neck. When your heart rate finally decreased and you were able to catch your breath, you pulled back to look at him. He wore a lazy smirk on his lips.

“We’ve made quite a mess of ourselves, haven’t we?” He grinned, glancing at his lap.

Sluggishly, you casted your attention downwards to see what he meant. You instantly flushed at the sight of the wet spot in your panties, next to the damp spot in his sweats. The outline of his bellend could be seen, oozing with his creamy seed. Your mouth watered while your cheeks burned. Quite the mess indeed.

Your expression made his softening cock twitch and leak even more. You felt the stickiness sink into the material of your underwear. There it mingled with your own wetness. Walter watched as his lip twitched, proud to mark you in such a way. You peeked up at him sheepishly. He gave you a gentle grin, stroking your cheek.

“Relax, darling.” He cooed, and you did so. You matched his grin with a shy smile, falling into his chest to hide your warm cheeks.

“We’ll get cleaned up in a minute. I just want to hold you for a bit longer, okay?” He chuckled, and you felt the vibrations of his deep laugh as you nuzzled his clothed chest.

“Okay, detective.” You hummed, squeezing your arms around him.

The storm continued to brew outside.You didn’t care. Let the power go out. There was no need to worry. Because you were safe in his arms.

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A/N: Phew, it’s been a bit. Sorry I’ve been a bit mia for a while. I’ve been dealing with some lost inspiration 😭 I do hope you enjoyed it, thank you for reading.

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 10 months

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omggg!! i like never request anything but you responded to my last one ab tan and it made my dayyyyyy 😭💗. btw, that's literally my bf i'm never getting tired of him so here's another one if you have a chance

hear me out *again*…perhaps tangerine is stressed out about some stuff that’s causing him to be distant. reader noticed this and obviously she comforts him!! maybe a little lemon cameo too!! this isn’t super detailed but i hope you get it🥰.

your writing is keeping me alive stink🤭🫡!

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hii!! ahhh that’s literally so sweet!? me too, will never get tired of him. I love it, such a cute idea! stop it🥹 thank you! your lovely comments do the same for me. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 and sorry this took longer than planned, been ill last couple days

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tangerine x fem reader

wc || 749

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Tangerine is naturally a very closed-off guy. He isn't exactly the type that can talk about his feelings and share what's on his mind or what's bothering him. He often felt like a burden for sharing his thoughts and doubts, so he preferred to keep them to himself, usually by distancing himself.

He hated the vulnerability of it all, how intimate it felt to share his genuine feelings and concerns. But ever since he started dating you, he's been trying to correct his way of thinking. He wanted to change for you, be a better man for you, but he also wanted to change for himself. He knew you'd never judge him for his thoughts, though he couldn't help but resort to his old habits of projection and isolation. He wanted to be honest with you, but it was much harder than he thought.

Sometimes you knew him better than he knew himself, so when you noticed him avert from your company and distance himself, you knew something was bothering him. You had to be careful when approaching the topic, as you didn't want to pressurise or distress him any further. You thought softly easing him in would lead to the best outcome, so you make your way to the kitchen and make him a tea to his exact taste in his favourite mug, then collect a pack of biscuits from your secret stash.

You slowly walk into the living room with tea and biscuits in hand, where you see him lying on the sofa, staring aimlessly at the tv.

"Hey," you say quietly, not wanting to startle him. "Thought you might want this," you smile, extending the mug towards him.

He takes it from you with a soft nod, sitting up, a wry smile lining his lips. "Cheers,"

"What you uh— what you watching?" you ask.

"I dunno," he lightly chuckles, searching for the controller. "rugby, I don't know— can't remember,"

"Mind if I join?" you sweetly ask, nodding to the space beside him.

"Go on," he softly grins.

You sit next to him, subtly scooting over, cuddling into his side as you drape a blanket over both of you. You look up at him, your features soft and understanding as you cup his cheek, angling his face to yours, bringing him back to you when you notice him divert from your gaze.

"Everything okay?" you ask, entangling your hand in his.

"Yeah," he nods, his words unconvincing.

"What's going on? You don't seem like yourself," you sweetly press, your thumb stroking over the back of his hand. "You can tell me,"

"I know," he softly sighs, glancing at the tv, trying to avoid your questioning. "Just—“ he starts, shaking his head. "We got updates for our mission in a couple weeks, and it's stressing me out. It's-- it ain't a good country, that's all. And it just—" he pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head as if to get rid of an uneasy thought. "I don't want something happening, you know," he exhales, kissing the crown of your head. "I don't want to leave you alone... if something happens," he frowns, hugging you tighter as if the action was to reassure him.

"Aw honey," you whisper, squeezing his hand. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? That couldn't have been an easy thing to keep to yourself," you softly smile, your eyebrows knitting together as you analyse him. You didn't want to lie or tell him what you thought he wanted to hear, so you didn't say anything else. You choose to snuggle into him, holding him close as if to comfort his thoughts. "Okay, here's an idea," you start, watching his eyes soften with intrigue. "We order a fuck tonne of food; pizza, pasta, noodles, kebab— whatever you want. And we invite Lem over, and we can just pig out on the sofa and— and watch shitty tv and drink beer? That sound good?" you smile.

A genuine grin creeps on his lips as he looks down at you on his chest. "I like it. Sounds good," he kisses your forehead, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear. "Only if we can get curry. I've been fucking dying for one," chuckling.

Even though it was such a simple thing to say, you could tell he was starting to feel better about the situation.

"We can order as much curry as you want," you smile and reach up to kiss his cheek. "Anything you want."

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peakyltd · 5 months

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New Endings - Part 5

A/N: Once again, I'm so sorry that it took me a while but I hope you'll like it nonetheless! Also want to thank all of you for all the love on this serie, it means a lot! 🥰

Warnings: Lots of angst, mentions of a gun, swearing, smut (If you don't feel comfortable reading that part and decide to skip it, don't worry! You won't miss out on important details for the rest of the story!)

Word count: 6k

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What was supposed to be a new start turned into a day she dreaded. After Arthur brought her home and she had assured him many times that she was alright, she was alone in an empty house again. The silence that was almost deafening, made her realise even more what had happened. Her body broke down, the build up tension released itself in tears and uncontrollable cries of despair. The gun was still firmly pressed against her body and it felt as if it was burning a hole into her. A hole of guilt, fear and doubt.

She tried to distract herself by putting her groceries away and washing her new dress. It didn’t help as the tears kept coming and sobs kept leaving her mouth. Instead she dragged herself upstairs to hide the gun that felt like a burden clinging onto her body. David kept torturing her, even when he wasn't physically there. She looked around Tommy's room, desperate to find a place to make it disappear. It suddenly struck her, she was a betrayer. She was hiding a weapon meant for him in a place he was supposed to be safe. A room where she had made so many memories in and which she was now using against him.

It was as if her heart broke more and more as each second passed. She couldn't think straight and just wanted to get over with. She quickly hid it in the back of the drawer of his nightstand, covering it with the stuff he had left behind.

She decided to take a warm bath after, hoping that the water would calm her. It did, sort of. She gently took care of the roughed up spots where she could still feel David’s tight grip. She tried to wash away the feeling of him holding her but the forceful grip he had on her life didn't fade.

She’d spend some time in the tub before she dried herself and got ready for bed. All she wanted was to disconnect from reality, even if it was just for a little bit. While she snuggled into the blankets, her brain replayed the events of the day to the point where her tears ran down her face until she finally fell asleep.

Only a few hours had passed when sunrays crept trough the curtains, waking her. Her eyes were burning from the many tears that had left them. She dragged herself out of bed and changed her clothes. It was her first day at the betting shop and she needed to at least try to look decent. When she looked in the mirror, she noticed her puffy eyes and the dark circles underneath them. She tried to cover it with her make up although it didn’t made much of a difference. She took a deep breath and forced a smile on her face. Her reflection stared back at her from the mirror and no matter how hard she tried, her eyes didn’t match her bright smile. It was all she could do. She’d make up something if someone asked her questions, her situation gave her enough options for now.

When she entered the kitchen downstairs, there was already noise coming from the betting shop. While she was busy preparing her tea, her mind wandered back to time she used to work there, remembering how she always enjoyed it, maybe it would be good to be back.

Once her tea was ready, she took her cup and stood in front of the big doors that separated the kitchen and the shop. She took a deep breath, gathering some left over confidence before entering. “Good morning.” She smiled at Polly who leant against one of the tables. “Good morning, love.” She greeted her back, her curious brown eyes lingering on her as she returned the smile. “You remember Esme, right?” She wondered. (Y/N) nodded in response. “She’ll be helping you today. If needed of course, knowing you, you probably still know how it works.”

She chuckled at Polly’s remark. “I do but I’d like some help, just to be sure.” She kindly smiled at Esme as she sat down next to her. “How are you?” She asked her as she tried to make some kind of conversation with the other woman. She attended her and John’s wedding but not much later her and Tommy separated, so she never had the chance to get to know her that well. “I’m good.” Esme’s dark eyes scanned her face. “How are you?”

“I’m doing fine.” She smiled. “Excited to get back to work.” She added before both of them went trough the proceedings. A few things had changed, however, it was easy for her to get back into it.

A few people had already lined up in front of the entrance of the shop, eager to set their bets and in hopes of making more money. Esme got up as she checked the time on the clock. “Do you think it’s going to be busy today?” (Y/N) wondered as she looked at the woman in front of her. “No, I think you’ll have it easy.” She gave her a small smile as her eyes scanned over her once more. It gave (Y/N) an uneasy feeling but she decided to let it slide.

When the last costumer left the shop and she had locked the door, she realised how quick her day went by. Esme was right, it wasn't very busy but it was alright for her first day. She hadn't much time to worry and it felt good to be around other people again. While she tidied up her desk, footsteps came closer and John came in sight. "How did the new employee do?" He asked Esme, giving her a quick peck on her cheek before winking at (Y/N). "She did well." She smiled back at her husband. "Didn't expect anything else." He smiled. "How was it for you?"

"It is good to be back actually." (Y/N) chuckled while putting some books aside. "I'm glad, we're happy to have you around again." He shared with her. His words made her instantly feel guilty, suddenly very aware of the situation she found herself in. "Thank you." She smiled at him before quickly occupying herself with other chores. "Have you seen Pol? She needed something from me." He asked Esme. "She went upstairs."

"Alright." He answered before making his way up the stairs, his long coat flowing after him. While (Y/N) finished her other tasks, she caught Esme looking at her, before she could say something, Esme spoke up. “I don’t want to scare you but you have something… dark around you. It’s following you.” (Y/N) felt chills running over her back while keeping her gaze on the woman in front of her. “What do you mean?“ Esme shook her head slowly. “I don't know. It might have to do something with the past but it could be the future as well.”

Words got stuck in her throat, not knowing how to respond to it. "I-I guess it's the past." She quickly replied, not wanting to continue further on the topic. "But I'm trying to break free from it. I hope that dark... whatever it is, will stop following me then." She awkwardly chuckled. "I think you need to be careful. It's-" Esme was cut off by an enthusiast yell from John along with the creaking of the wooden stairs as he came down, Polly following him.

"Oi, (Y/N)! Before I forget, Tommy is sending someone to pick you up tonight. Heard you have a little dinner date." He teased, a big grin on his face. "Is that what he called it?" She asked him, knowing very well John made that up. "Do you want it to be?" He smirked. She rolled her eyes at his comment. "He just invited me over, think it's just about what my plans are."

"And what are your plans exactly?" He curiously asked as he sat on the edge of her desk. "I don't know yet." He nodded. "Well you should enjoy your date then, maybe the rekindling with my brother will help with your plans." He chuckled, getting Polly on his hand as well. "Please, shut up." She scoffed jokingly but slightly annoyed by his assumptions. "Don't you have to go?" She joked as John checked his pocket watch. "Well all jokes aside, we do actually." He turned to Esme. "You ready?" He asked as he hopped off the desk. She nodded. "Yes." She looked at both Polly and (Y/N). "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." (Y/N)'s eyes lingered a little longer on Esme as they both left. "Something bothering you?" Polly wondered as she sat down on a chair in front of her. She turned her head in Polly's direction. "No, just thinking about today."

She could feel Polly's eyes burning into her skin. "I'm just going to be honest with you, there's something off about you the moment you walked in here." A lump started to form in her throat. "I didn't sleep much last night. Guess that's it."

"That's the only thing that could be it?" The older woman wondered, almost sounding sarcastic. "Yes." Polly shook her head. "When are you going to start being honest with us. All of us." Her voice sounded stern, as if she knew something. "I am. I have been since the beginning." She defended herself. "I know that there's more (Y/N)." Her brown eyes stared intensely at her, in a way that should be taken as a warning. "If you don't tell, I'll find it out myself."

The accusations turned her nervousness into anger. "Please do." She snapped. "I'm very curious what you come up with, if you can even find anything." She turned to walk to the door, done with the sudden change of the conversation. "I know what your husband does and I know who he's working with. He was here for a reason, one you know everything about."

Her body made her stop in front of the door, her hand resting on the door handle as Polly's words made her blood run cold. She bit the inside of her cheek before turning her head to look at the woman who was waiting for her reaction. "I don't know what you're talking about." She pushed the door handle down and disappeared into the house.

Darkness surrounded the car as it stopped in front of the doors of Arrow House. She thanked the driver before she got out and walked up the steps to reach the door. She decided to wear her newly bought dress, she loved it the minute she saw it and somewhere deep down in her heart she hoped Tommy would do the same. Besides that, it gave her a much needed boost of confidence that she could use.

Doubt arose within her as she wanted to knock, her hand resting on the door. She felt calm on the way here but now it suddenly turned into the nervousness she was almost getting used to. She needed to tell him something but the fear of his reaction made it hard. While she let the words play trough her head, a wave of sadness hit her. She didn’t want to but she had no other choice.

She filled her lungs with the air she desperately needed to calm herself, forcing a small smile on her face before her knuckles hit the wooden door a few times as she waited for it to open. She expected to see one of Tommy's maids but instead she was met with his piercing blue eyes. "Good evening." His low voice greeted her as he eyed her. "Good evening." She replied as she watched him step aside. "Come in."

She walked past him into the house. "Let me get your coat." He said as he closed the doors, sliding the coat off her shoulders. The gesture made her feel welcome but also a little awkward at the same time. He hung her coat on the rack and turned back to her. "I thought you had a maid." She supposed, thinking of the first time she visited Tommy with Arthur. "I do." He stated. His answer was short but simple. She looked at him, waiting for him if he was going to add more. "Luckily I'm still allowed to open my own door. Lets start with a drink, shall we?" He switched the subject. She nodded. "I'll follow you."

As Tommy started to walk trough the hallway, she took in the enormous spaces and many paintings that decorated the walls. "I still can't believe you actually have maids." She blurted out as she looked at him. The corners of his lips turned into a tiny smile as he slowed down. "Well I guess you didn't live a bad life yourself, except for the obvious circumstances you're in." He assumed, he had noticed the expensive coat she was wearing and the sparkling necklace that decorated her neck the day he saw her again in the hotel. Diamonds, he supposed. "Well... no but we didn't have maids." She chuckled.

"Doesn't matter. We both worked hard for it, eh?" He stopped, while he looked at her. "You certainly did, knowing where it all started." She smiled at him. "Guess all of it was a good motivation." He let his hand softly rest against her lower back, guiding her further trough the hallway. While she let him, she noticed the portraits that hung in the big stairwell. "Is that your son?" She stopped and pointed at a portrait of Charlie. "Yes, that's Charles."

"Do you mind?" She turned her head to look at him. "No, go on." She walked up a few steps to take a closer look. "He's got your eyes." She smiled while looking down at Tommy. "Looks like a sweet little boy."

"He is." Tommy nodded, patiently waiting for her. She looked at the other portraits, most were of him, Charlie or horses until her eyes fell on a portrait of a woman who seemed familiar. She walked up a few more steps and let her eyes run over the painting. "Is that your wife?" She asked, her eyes not leaving the canvas in front of her. "She was. Yeah." (Y/N) nodded slowly. Some type of aching tugged on her heart. She wasn’t sure if it was jealousy or if it reminded her of the broken heart she suffered from years ago. "I see." She swallowed harshly. "I didn't know you married the barmaid."

"I did." He answered her. She didn’t want to start about the past again, she wasn’t here to fight about their life choices once again but she’d lie if it didn’t do something to her. She turned around, facing him. "What was she like?" She wondered as she walked down the stairs, returning to the spot Tommy was standing. He watched her as her dress flowed around her, every step she took, turning her into the elegant woman he always knew. "She was sweet, very caring." He kept focused on her until she stood in front of him. Her eyes meeting his. "But she betrayed you nonetheless."

"It happened before our marriage, you know that." He defended. "I knew she betrayed you, not that you married her." She sighed. "But I shouldn't speak ill of the dead."

"You shouldn't." He agreed before continuing his way to the sitting room, gesturing for her to sit on sofa. "Gin and tonic?" He asked as he tried to forget about their previous conversation. She nodded. "Please." While he poured her a drink, she looked around the room. “How was your day at the betting shop?” He asked her as he handed her the glass. “It was good, not very busy but that got me more time to get back into it.” She explained to him as she watched him pour himself a whiskey before returning to her, sitting in a chair that stood next to the sofa. “Heard you still remembered a most of it.” He commented. “Did Polly tell you?”

“John.” He replied as she nodded in response, knowing Esme probably told him. “But yeah, I did.” Tommy took a sip of his whiskey. “Still liked it as much as you did?” He asked. “I guess so yeah.”

Silence fell over them. No matter what the reasons were when she was around Tommy, there was always an awkward tension between the two of them, as if neither of them could be completely theirselves. However, she didn’t even know what Tommy was actually like these days. His eyes wandered over her body, taking in every inch of her. She caught his gaze, her arms trying to cover herself.

“I like your dress.” He spoke up, his eyes softening when he met hers. “Thank you, I got it yesterday.” She smiled kindly at him, stroking her hand over the fabric. “It’s very pretty, suits you well.” He complimented her, making her heart skip a beat. “You don’t look bad yourself.” She commented on his suit, looking neatly as always. Her glass touched her lips seconds after she said the words, sipping the liquid to make her feel at ease.

“Well thank you.” He said. “How was it yesterday? Felt comfortable enough with Arthur?” He questioned, his arms leaning comfortable on the sides of his chair. She gulped. “I did. It was good to be out again and he looked out for me very well.” The words came out of her mouth so easily. His eyes scanned her face as if he was looking for something. “I’m glad. It’s been long enough for you. I know how much you love your freedom and independence.”

His comment made her think. “I do.” She took a sip of her drink, gathering courage to get something of her chest. “Tommy…” She started, not knowing how to begin her sentence. “Look I-“ She was cut off by one of the maids, telling them that dinner was ready. Tommy thanked her and got up. “Lets move to the dining room.” He watched as (Y/N) got up and led her to the dining room, pulling out her chair so she could sit. “Oh thank you.” She watched as he sat across from her. “Apologies for the interruption, what did you want to say?” He asked, the nerves getting the best of her. “I…uhm. I wanted to thank you for inviting me. You really didn’t have to, you know.”

“But I wanted to.” He looked up as the maids came in with the plates, putting them down in front of them before leaving again. “I guess you have a cook as well? Or did you prepare this yourself?” She joked, trying to forget about the things that were plaguing her mind. “Your first guess was right.” He softly chuckled as she smiled at him.

During dinner she got more comfortable, he seemed to let down his guard a bit and so did she. While sharing a few casual stories and finishing their desert, Tommy suggested to go back to the sitting room. While they moved back, she felt his hand on her lower back again, his fingers gently caressing her covered skin, causing her to feel a jolt deep in the pit of her stomach.

After sharing a few more drinks she was stood in front of the fireplace, letting the dancing flames warm her skin. Tommy came up behind her and let one of his hands rest on her shoulder as he watched the flames, the orange hue reflecting on both their faces. “I’ve been thinking.” His low voice catched her attention, her eyes focusing on the fire in front of her. “About?”

“About us.” His words made her tense up, her throat suddenly felt dry. “Us?” She turned her head slightly to look over her shoulder, her hair falling in front of her face. He hummed before gently putting her hair behind her ear. “I know you felt it too.”

She turned her head away from him, looking back at the flames. “I did.” Her words were soft. She felt his other hand graze against hers, his fingers softly touching the back of her hand. Her heart started beating faster at his touch, the words he just spoke repeating themselves in her head. “I have to tell you something.” She had made a decision and he needed to know about it. “What is it?”

She turned around to face him, taking a deep breath to ground herself before looking into his blue eyes. All she wanted was to fall right into his arms and his comforting voice to tell her that everything would be alright but she was far too deep in to get out. She had a plan and she’d rather sacrifice herself than him. “I’m sorry.”

"Sorry for what?" He asked, confused by her apology. She felt the tears pricking in her eyes. "I'm going back." Her words left her mouth in the softest whisper. "What?" His low voice filled the room. "I'm going back to David."

He was silent. His face remained neutral as his eyes bored into hers. He noticed how they had turned glossy, he noticed her trembling hands and he noticed how she tried to keep herself together. He shook his head before he spoke up. “Is he forcing you to?” He tried his best to sound calm although there was an turmoil burning inside him. “No. I decided it myself.” She tried to sound convincing. “Did you fucki-“ He stopped his sentence, realising his voice was harsh and loud. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed before starting over on a calmer tone. “Did you forget what he did to you (Y/N)?” Adding her name in hopes to let it get to her head.

“No, I did not. And I know this must felt like ingratitude or a dumb decision but I have to do it.” Tears sat in the corners of her eye, threatening to fall. “You’ll understand why. Later.”

“I want to understand it now. Explain it to me now.” His words were firm, laced with confusion and desperation. “I can’t.” She wanted to take his hand but hesitation made her pull away. “But I will soon.”

“What the hell is going on with you? Did you forget how scared you were? Did you forget all those bruises? Did you fucking forget about the pain?” The last words were spoken loud and harsh, in hopes to make her see what she was doing. She did see it, she did realise it. “I did not. I promise I did not.”

A hopeless gaze was evident in his eyes. “What will change your mind?” His words were much softer than before. His question broke her heart and a tear fell down her cheek. “Nothing. I made my decision.” She tried to sound confident. “I don’t fucking understand. What the fuck happened? Did he hit your head so hard that you’ve gone fucking mad?”

She shook her head. “I promise you’ll understand.” She gave him a weak smile. “When?” He questioned. “When did you decide this, eh?” The anger in his voice was growing. “Last night.” She confessed. “I just wanted to have a proper goodbye. You were there when I needed you the most.” She grabbed his hand as more tears threatened to spill. “I want to thank you for that.”

He sighed, as he looked at her in disbelief. “Fuck.” He turned around as he threw his hands in the air. “Fuck!” His voice bellowed trough the room as he walked across it. “I don’t fucking get it!” His voice was loud. Her fingers grabbed onto the fabric of her dress as she watched him. “You want a goodbye, eh? I’ll fucking give you one!” He turned around and stormed back to her, grabbing her face as he crashed his lips against hers. He caught her by surprise but her hands found their way around his neck quickly while their lips explored each other.

His hand grabbed onto her waist as he deepened the kiss. Her hand ran trough his hair as she melted into his touch. She felt his tongue graze along her lips, parting them slightly so his tongue could slip in. He was demanding, showing her that he needed her. Her hands slipped under his suit jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. His hands left her waist, pulling the jacket off his arms and throwing it on the floor, not breaking their kiss in the process. His hands found their way to her waist again as she fumbled with the buttons of his vest. Once she opened it, Tommy discarded them along with his jacket on the floor.

His lips left hers for a second. “Stay here tonight.” She nodded eagerly. “I will.” He pulled her closer and pressed his warm lips against her soft ones once more. One of her hands rested on the back of his neck while the other slowly slid down his chest. Her blood was rapidly pumping trough her veins, just like it had done the day before when he had kissed her in his office. The feeling of having him so close was so familiar and intoxicating, making her forget about all her troubles and making her feel alive for the first time in years.

Her hand slowly moved to she side of his neck, his rapid pulse beating against her skin. The mix of anger and lust spreading trough his body like poison. The words she just told him repeating vaguely in the back of his mind while he focused on the feeling of having her close. Her soft touch awakening the closed up space in his heart.

His hands grabbed her cheeks, feeling the wet stains of the tears that had fallen. He slowly pulled away and looked at her, she placed her hands on his wrists and stared back into his eyes. "Fucking stay." His words came out as a hoarse whisper, a mix of a demand and desperation. Knowing that if she left, he would never see her again.

She nodded as she took his hands away from her face and kissed him eagerly. His hands ran hungrily over her body, trying to feel every inch of it. His lips left her mouth to kiss down to her neck while listening to her sigh of pleasure. "Tommy..."

His hand grabbed onto her waist, pulling her against his body as he moved his head, their noses almost touching and his electric blue eyes staring directly into hers. Her fingertips touched his cheek softly, leaving his skin burning for more.

Discarded clothes covered the floor of his bedroom, eagerly pulled off each other as they were not able to contain themselves anymore. Soft moans left (Y/N)'s mouth as he kissed her neck and his fingers slowly circled over her clit. Her hands holding onto his arms to keep herself steady.

"Tommy, please." She was begging him to continue. He gently kissed her again while he added more pressure, muffling her moans with his mouth. Her hips moving to find the much needed friction. "I need you." She whined softly as her hand moved to his neck to pull him closer. "I fucking need you." She teasingly sucked on his bottom lip.

Her words made his excitation grow as his hands ran over her body, gently getting ahold of her boobs. "I need you too." His voice was low, filled with lust. "Come get me then." She teased as she let her legs rest on each side of his hips. He stroked his cock and lined up with entrance before gently entering her. She moaned at the feeling of him stretching her walls, a wave of pleasure running trough her body.

A low groan left his lips as he started thrusting gently, he leaned down to share a kiss with her. "Fuck..." He moaned against her lips as he started to pick up his pace. Her hands ran over his back, a soft whimper escaping from her lips as their kiss turned into a messy one.

She moved her hips against his, her nails digging into his skin. "Tommy..." The sound of her moans filled the bedroom. He kissed down to her neck once again before sucking softly on her skin. Her fingers tangled into his hair, pulling softly on the ends. His hands moved to her hips, grabbing them tightly as he moved faster.

She stared into his eyes, as moans kept escaping her mouth. Her hands moved down to his shoulders while she held onto him, trying to keep herself together. "I'm so close." She whimpered as he leaned down to kiss her once more. His hand moved between her legs, gently rubbing her clit. "Cum for me, love."

The feeling of his thrusts and the pressure on her clit made her muscles tense up and her breath turned in to short gasps. Before she knew it, an intense wave of pleasure crashed trough her body as Tommy kept going trough her climax. Loud moans filled his ears. "Oh my god.." Her fingers digged into his skin as he left her panting underneath him. She felt his thrusts became slower and messier, moans left his mouth as he reached his release. Strands of his dark hair hung in front of his face as he rode out his high.

She grabbed his face, kissing him eagerly before meeting his eyes. "I love you." The words fell too quickly off her lips, high off her mind from her climax. He parted his lips slightly before kissing her again. "Then fucking stay."

She stared into his eyes, ready to say something until she realised what she had just told him. She grabbed his jaw and pulled him back into a kiss, not ready to say anything else. She let her tongue slide into his mouth, exploring his, showing how much she needed him instead of telling him.

She felt his hands run trough her hair, gently holding her face before pulling away. He slowly pulled out of her and laid down beside her, his arms wrapping around her body before sharing another kiss. "You know you belong here. Right in me arms."

"I know." She confessed as she let her fingers run trough his hair. "Then please tell me what's holding you back." His fingers gently ran over her face. She pressed a soft kiss in his neck, not knowing what to say. "I can't. Just trust me Tommy."

He shook his head. "No. Tell me what would make you stay.” He didn’t want to sound desperate but after all the things she had been trough, he just couldn’t understand why she would want to go back.

In all honesty, he didn’t have to do anything to make her stay, she’d gladly wake up in his arms in the morning and never leave his side again. “You can’t.” She looked away before resting her head on his chest, the sound of the rhythm of his beating heart calming her.

He stroked her hair as he let all the possibilities of her decision go trough his head but he couldn’t come up with a logical explanation.

They both got ready in silence. He knew he wouldn't be able to change her mind anymore. She was going to walk out of his life in a few minutes and there was nothing he could do to stop her. He watched her silently from the bed as she looked in the mirror, doing everything to avoid his gaze. The moment she would look into his eyes, she knew she'd break and wouldn't be strong enough to leave his house.

"I'll be downstairs." His low voice fought the tensed silence in the room as he couldn't bear to watch her anymore. "I'll be ready soon." Her soft voice answered him as she nodded in response, leaving the room after and making his way downstairs. She let her face rest in her hands as soon as she heard the door close, trying to stop the tears that were threatening to fall. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself before looking in the mirror again. This was it.

Her mind wandered back to the night before, the feeling of having Tommy close, his touch and the way she woke up in his strong arms, protecting her at all costs. She knew he was everything she had been hoping for her but she had to leave it all behind. It was her turn to protect him at all costs.

She made her way down the stairs while she looked around to see if she could find a glimpse of Tommy. Walking over to his office, she found the door half open. As she knocked softly, she heard his voice. "Come in." While she walked in she found him leaning against the front his desk in only his undershirt, his legs crossed and a cigarette between his fingers. "I guess I'm ready."

He took a drag of his cigarette before blowing the smoke out of his nose. "Wouldn't you like some breakfast before you go?" He wondered. She shook her head, knowing he was trying to stretch time. "No, it's better if I go now."

He stood up, stubbing his cigarette out in his ashtray and making his way over to her, both walking out to the hallway. While she got her coat, he watched her put it on. It took her a few seconds to turn to face him. "Well..." The words got stuck in her throat as she looked up at him, his blue eyes were laced with frustration and sadness. "I-." She breathed in before continuing. "I'm sorry, Tommy."

His lips parted slightly, ready to speak up but no words coming out. Her fingers fumbled with the fabric of her coat. "I hope you made the right decision for yourself." He sounded sincere, although she could hear a hint of worry. "I hope so too." She gave him a small genuine smile that turned into a sad one. "Until we meet again." She turned around to make her way to the door.

He nodded, his eyes following every step she took until she stopped. She stood there for a while until she turned around and quickly made her way back to him. As her body came in contact with his, she wrapped her arms tightly around his torso and she let her head rest against his chest. The sudden impact got him by surprise and it took him a second before he gently wrapped his arms around her. His chin rested on top of her head while he calmly stroked her hair. Her hot tears seeped trough his shirt and her quiet sobs died down against his chest.

"Thank you, Tommy. For everything." She whispered, her hands gripping on his shirt. He stared into the space in front of him, his mind full but empty at the same time, not knowing what to do. "Always, love. You'd do the same for me." His voice was soft and his hand stroked her back to comfort her.

They stood there for a while until he felt her move, her arms leaving his body. He didn't want to let go. This moment would be the last time he would be holding her, he knew it.

He kissed the top of her head before letting her go. The warmth of her body leaving him immediately. She looked up at him, the sight of her tear stained face making it even harder for him. "Bye, Tom." A weak smile formed on her lips before she kissed his cheek. He grabbed her wrist gently as she tried to turn away from him. "(Y/N)..." She gulped and turned back to him, shaking her head. "Please."

"I have to. I really do." She felt the grip on her wrist loosen. She took the sight of him in one last time before turning around and making her way to the door. The picture of the man she loved so dearly, stripped from his though demeanor, leaving him vulnerable and standing lost and alone in his huge hallway, engraved in her brain forever. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she walked trough the the huge doors, into an unknown and uncertain future.

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