#CONFLICTING FEELINGS

[greytongue]

rest with me.

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cw: implied smut. this is just fluff. conflicted feelings. y’all are both agents. angst????? cuddling. you feel this shouldn’t go any farther, but you REALLY like leon. he is understanding

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“stay.”

leon places a large hand on your bare lower back as you sat on the edge of the hotel bed. your eyes closed at the warmth of his hand and you sighed solemnly.

this wasn’t supposed to have happened. you two were assigned on a mission, it went relatively smoothly and now you were both spending the night at a random hotel before you’d both catch a flight back to headquarters and be given another assignment.

but of course, there was only one room available with only one king-sized bed. great.

he’d offered to take the floor, like the stupid, handsome gentleman he was. you insisted for him to just get on the bed, you were too tired to register how awkward this whole thing was. he obeyed.

you couldn’t sleep, couldn’t help but twist and turn. you had let out a sigh as you settled on your back. then, he gently reached and brush a lock of hair out of your eyes, gazes now locked onto each other. next thing you know, he’s going down on you and your hands are tangled in his hair, among other things.

you sighed, arms stopping mid way through the sleeves. “we shouldn’t have done this, kennedy.” you shake your head, pulling the shirt over yourself now. the fabric pooled around his wrist as he continued to stroke your back.

“and just keep ignoring what this is?” he gestured a finger between the two of you.

“i don’t even know what’s going on with us, leon.” you turned to look over your shoulder. “we’re supposed to just be coworkers.” you rub at your temples, trying to soothe yourself from your inner conflict.

“is that what you want?”

you stopped. in a perfect world, this would be great. but alas, it’s not. but no matter what, you simply couldn’t deny your feelings for the blond. no matter how hard you shoved those stupid fluttery feelings into a jar and threw it into the ocean.

leon sighed at your silence, moving his sizable hand from your back to your hip, over your sleep shirt.

“look, let’s sleep for now, yeah? we can deal with this later.” he tugged at your hip for you to lay down, and you complied. you were sluggish after fucking the shit out of each other. you both needed your rest.

you hiked your legs back onto the bed, he immediately opened his arms and you scooched into the inviting warmth of his body, pressing close and wedging your head beneath his chin. he held you tightly, nose burying into your hair and breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

you draped an arm over his waist, “i’m sorry for… being like this. i know i’m not saying anything you wanna hear-“

“shh,” he began stroking your back again. “just rest with me.”

you closed your eyes in defeat, body truly beginning to relax.

“okay.”

[salsedinepicta]

I had a Bethany Hawke (Amell-Hawke?) moment.

[osiris-iii-bc]

so you really telling me Terzo was the only Papa ingloriously ending his career with betrayal and humiliation after he won a freaking Grammy?! What did he do to deserve that?

SHAME ON YOU CLERGY, HE DIDNT DESERVE THAT.

[vrs-culdesac]

ocd makes my brain melt

“OCD makes my brain melt,” a piece talking about a personal struggle with obsessive-compulsive disorder and the conflicting emotions it brings forth when one gives into their mind, but against their will.

[dez78]

Anti-Hero

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Fandom: Skyrim

Pairings: Taliesin x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Hurt to comfort

Summary: You have conflicting feelings and confide in your traveling partner, Taliesin.

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Taliesin was worried sick about you, he woke up and you were gone. You'd be traveling together for months now and you two had grown close.

Taliesin searched restlessly on the Lakeview Manor property. You were nowhere to be found. He hurried down to the lake, he knew that was one of your favorite places to be alone.

Masser and Secunda lit his way through the thick trees. He pushed branches out of the way, no sounds, but his ragged breathing and fast paced heartbeat.

He finally made it down to the lake, the moons reflected off the still water. Making it shine. The water made soft reverberations as light waves brushed the shore. Taliesin walked along the water, searching for any sign of you.

Finally, Taliesin spotted you, he sighed a breath of relief. You were sitting out of sight under the Lady Stone. He made his way across the makeshift bridge; you had made months ago.

The Altmer sat with you in the tall, lush grass. You picked at the vibrant flowers. Seemingly, not noticing his presence. He was quiet for a while, just watching you.

The air around you felt off, he felt a wave of something unfamiliar looming off your person.

"I'm no hero." You finally spoke to him. He cocked his brow perplexed.

"What do you mean?" He questioned, clearly caught off guard.

"Of course, you are, you've helped countless people. You've done things no one else would have done." Taliesin explained calmly. You shook your head.

"It's exhausting Tally. I'm an anti-hero. I'm struggling with my own problems. I only help people because it benefits me. I know it's a terrible way to feel, but it's who I am." You replied with a dry mouth.

"How long until you abandon me because you're tired of my shit?" You asked, looking at Taliesin, really looking at him. Searching his face for a response.

"Never, I'm with you always. We may not have seen eye to eye when we met, but I've definitely come to care about you. I would never abandon you. I promise you that." Taliesin answered, honestly.

"I fear that you'll leave me one day. I'll have no control over it as you walk away from me because you're exhausted." You tried defending your reasons and consulted.

"I can't be left alone." You were starting to get hysterical now. Tears started to rush from your beautiful eyes. Taliesin inhaled sharply.

"Honestly, I have a fear of abandonment too. Growing up, I always feared my father would toss me in the streets and leave me behind. In a way, the Thalmor abandon me too. Even though I left, they wanted me to die for their bidding." Taliesin started. You only listened to him.

"When we first started traveling together, I thought you'd leave me behind after a week, but you surprised me. Now we've known each other for four months and I like to think we're friends. Nothing scares me more now than to lose you." Taliesin finally poured his feelings out to you.

Hearing his fears, made you realize, you had more in common than you thought.

"If you don't believe me, then believe me when I say. I care about you, Y/N, I have for months now. I promise, no matter what happens, you're stuck with me. I will never abandon you. You're not a bad person and even if you don't think you are a hero, you are to me and a lot of the people of Skyrim." Taliesin explained. He rested his hand on your leg.

You looked up at him, he was smiling softly at you. That genuine, kind smile, that he only wore for you. You felt your cheeks heat up and your heart raced.

Suddenly, you felt a pull. You let it happen and realized, Taliesin was pulling you into a hug. You melted into his arms and let it happen naturally. You smiled widely and nuzzled into his clothes. His scent brought you comfort.

The grip of his arms was just right, it wasn't making you feel suffocated, but safe. It was comfortable and it felt so good. You never got hugs and now that you have them, you never want to go without them ever again, so long as Taliesin was the one providing them.

You completely relaxed in his arms and let yourself go. You ended up falling asleep across Taliesin's lap and he let you. Brushing your hair from your face and watching your chest rise and fall softly.

When it was time, Taliesin carried you back to Lakeview Manor and laid you in bed, cuddling you for the rest of the night.

[alexturner2005]

505 with an orchestra but without miles 😭😭😭😭

[lowcallyfruity]

Not a good time for this

[muffingnf]

omg i hope you had a great time at the eras tour!!! i could never manage to get tickets to stockholm so im just living vicariously through others 🥺

-birchdoodle

i had the best time!!! i’m sorry you couldnt get tickets it truly was the great war 🤕 i’m lucky the uk is so small in comparison to most places and with the amount of shows it was probably easier to get tickets here. then again there were SO many americans….

[thetisming]

May's flirting with random foreign guys line was beautiful. i love gay people

but also they'll leave Verona and go on holiday and live their best life!!!! because thats what friends do!!!!!!!

[sleavesofgrass]

It’s that time of them month again when I just want die and also get fucked

[fieriframes]

[You got your fires goin', you got your meat laid out here, put your rub on it, which is no more than salt and pepper. Love is big. Love makes room for conflicting feelings. Okay.]

[rizz07]

Part of me: Come on Logan stop crashing your car.

The other part of me: look at that poor boy sitting there

[content-with-existence]

For every day that I didn't mind not being with her, there were twice as many of days where I couldn't stop thinking about her.

[inbetweenimperfectmusings]

I don’t want to be upset 

But Allah dislikes anger,

And I can’t suppress both,

The fighting ensues full force,

Between ego and submission

There is no victor.

The tears that fall alternate

Between the defence heat provides and 

cold that yields to the heart.

[drymushroomfics]

Fraye Hill of House Lannister

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Chapter Thirteen. Part Two

The rest of her evening, Fraye refused help from anyone else. Any maiden or servent to come to her door, she turned away. She didn't want to bathe or eat. She only wanted her worries to ease.

She looked to the side room, staring at the large tub. She knows she should get the feel of that man off of her. She stands, starting to undress herself when the door opens suddenly. Sandor walks inside, locking the door behind him.

"Why are you refusing the servant's help?", he asks.

"I am fine, Sandor. I just don't want to be bothered."

"Do you want me to go?"

She can see the worry sudden on his face. She walks closer to him.

"No! You are the only person I want in this room with me."

She notices he is still covered in blood.

"You haven't washed.", she tells him.

"I've been angry."

"Well let me."

"No. I will wash later."

"Please? I was about to."

She turns, showing him that she started to lace down her dress.

He finds himself giving in to her. They moves to her washing area.

He sits, watching her. She tries to remove her dress with struggle.

"Let me help.", he says.

She nods, turning around, her back to him. He moves his hands up to unlace the rest of her dress. He pulls it down, the fabric dropping to the floor. She moves away, pulling off her underclothing. He watches her gather up her clothing and placing it off to the side.

"My turn.", she smiles, walking back to him.

"You don't have to. I have my own hands.", he replies, eyes unable to leave her bare body.

"I know you are capable Sandor, but I would like to."

She starts to unbuckle his armor, piece by piece. She gently sets them to the side, making sure not to damage them. Once he's down to his undershirt and breeches, he pulls her close to him.

"I don't know if I can control myself with you bare to me like this.", he whispers.

"I would kiss you but I'd rather not taste that man's blood on your lips."

He laughs, making her smile. She's never heard him laugh before and it makes her heart swell.

"Can you fit?", she asks, geturing to her tub.

Her tub is larger upon her request when she arrived. She likes to be able to soak with a lot of room.

"I can just bathe you.", he tells her.

"We can at least try?"

He gives in once again, standing to remove the rest of his clothes. She watches with amusement as he sits into the tub. His legs fitting as long as he sits straight up. She joins him, sitting down directly on his lap.

She grabs a cloth, wetting it. She begins to clean his face.

He sighs letting himself relax a little. The warmth of the water mixed with her warm touch is enough to almost calm his bones.

"I spoke to Jamie and Tyrion.", she tells him.

"About what?", he asks.

"They have both agreed to try to convice Cersei and Joffrey of our marriage."

"What did you tell them? Probably thought you crazy to want to marry me."

She moves hitting his chest with the cloth. He chuckles.

"I told them that neither of them would ever have to worry for my safety if I married you. That seemed to spark their interest."

"You would be right."

He takes the cloth from her, setting it down. His arms circle her waist, pulling her closer.

"I will protect you."

She brings her hands to touch the sides of his now clean face.

"I know you will. I am only safe in your arms."

He leans forward, capturing her lips. Her hands move to his shoulders. His kiss turns hungry. She can feel him stirring between her legs, causing her own arrousal to take interest. She starts to grind herself onto him. He groans, his hands gripping her hips.

"Please.", she whimpers when his lips move from hers.

"Seven hells woman.", he groans, his cock hardening under her.

He brings his hand down to position himself under her. He starts to move her hips back and forth. She's rubbing herself against him, giving them both a little relief. She moves her hands to his shoulder to support her movements. He watches her hips as they glide her cunt back and forth on his cock.

"Sandor.", she says.

He leans forward, kissing her hard.

Her hands tangle in his hair as his stays gripped on her hips. He pushes her hips harder, forcing her to rub him harder.

Fraye whimpers when they're lips pull apart. Everytime the head of his cock pushes against her nub, it sends her closer and closer to a peak.

It isn't long before she's coming on him, whining his name.

"Fuck.", he groans, feeling his own peak approaching.

"That's it kitten. Ride me.", he breathes.

She forces her sensitive body to continue, grinding down on him until he cums.

He holds her tight and buries his face in her shoulder, his teeth biting down on her shoulder.

She sighs at the new feeling, enjoying the litte bit of pain it causes.

"Gods.", he whispers.

She chuckles, "I can't wait to experience it all."

"It will be soon if you keep this shit up."

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Her eyes open slowly, feeling movement. She rolls over, realizing Sandor is slipping on his boots.

"You're leaving.", she grumbles.

She sits up, rubbing her eyes.

"I must.", he says, standing.

"I know."

He moves over to her, leaning down to kiss her tired lips.

He pulls away and he can see that she is sad to have him leave. He sits down at the edge, moving her to sit in his lap sideways.

"I will be back tonight if I am able.", he tells her.

She smiles with a nod. He kisses her once more, letting it linger for only a moment. He has to move her away and stand. He heads toward the door.

"Get some more sleep.", he tells her before slowly opening the door.

She watches him leave. She sighs, lying back in bed.

She rolls over to where he had laid, sighing as she feels his warmth still on the satin fabric.

"If we were husband and wife, he'd never have to leave me like this.", she thinks to herself.

She closes her eyes, imagining him cloaking her in yellow and black. She smiles, slowly drifting off to sleep with thoughts of him in her dreams.

[dead-rabbit-comics]

watched the thing and i am feeling tricky feelings about it and drawing through them