#the kiss we've been deprived of

[fr-wiwiw]

I am alive! Just... not that active on tumblr. I draw these to de-stress I miss GaHan so much /sigh/ Idk if my visibility here still exist or not lol it's dusted /wipes away/

[ellllsia]

Levi's main love language is acts of service. It's all about the smallest things, which would be second nature to him. You're having trouble with your gear, he will have it fixed without you even knowing about it. You said you were hungry, and a peeled apple would be waiting for you on your desk. If he ever sees you crying, he would simply wave his tissue in front of your face, prompting you to take it. If you try giving it back he would wave you off claiming that it's too dirty with your tears. But the truth is he just wants you to have something that's his, something that would remind you of him. If your horse is acting up ? No worries, Levi will calm it down and even help you get on it again. Right, he wouldn't miss a chance to get close to you.

So, moving on to his second love language: physical touch and proximity. Levi is very much touch deprived. Hence, he seeks comfort in your touch or at least in being close to you. If there's a meeting, he always makes sure to sit next to you. If you all are on mission in the woods and there's a bonfire, just know that no matter how close to the fire you could be or how far, Levi will be seated right next to you. He couldn't care less about the cold because one look from you and he's feeling so warm, inside and out. He would always pat your head. Once you start dating, hugging you would be his favourite thing to do, from the back with his arms draped around your waist or shoulders as he kisses the top of your head or nuzzles your neck, (I'm blushing so hard right now ).

Next in line is quality time. He just adores being with you, by your side, giving you his undivided attention, though very subtly that you don't even notice. But he does. He listens, and he cares, storing everything you say somewhere in his memory. He watches so carefully and takes many pictures with his grey eyes that he stores deep in his heart. Also, if you're ever focused on him, he would get a tiny bit flustered, and his ears would go red. He solely cherishes the way you look at him. He wouldn't, couldn't look away.

Levi doesn't strike me as much of a gift enthusiast, but like always, you're the exception to the rule. I believe he would treasure the littlest thing you could gift him, and in return, would give you the world. If there's a pretty flower or leaf around, he would pick it and march towards where you're seated and would place it on your lap, muttering about how it reminded him of you.

Levi doesn't really vocalise his affection much. But, one day you would be training and pushing yourself a bit too hard and when Nanaba asked what was wrong, you would explain how you've been feeling useless due to all your comrades dying and you not being able to do much about it. Levi ,who witnessed the whole scene, came by your quartes later, looked you straight in the eyes, took your hand in his caressing them, oh so softly, "You are enough, you are doing good by staying alive and fighting in the name of all that we've lost, don't you start questioning yourself after we- after I have put my trust in you. You who has always been so bright and hopeful, don't doubt that we'll make it in the end, together, "he whispered, looking so fond. He then turned around and left you awestruck and teary-eyed.

[brummiereader]

So here it is everyone, the last part to my Dark!Tommy series "Killing Me Softly". It has been a wild ride with lots of twists and turns, but like all things we've sadly come to the end. I want to thank every single one of you for your comments, reblogs and likes. I have been overwhelmed by the love and support you have all shown this series! I really can't thank you enough. I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments, if you liked the final chapter, if it finished the way you expected it to or even the way you wanted it to. Thank you to all of you once again, I couldn't have finished it without you!

Brummie xxx

PREVIOUS PART

Killing Me Softly (DARK!TOMMY/ PART TEN)

Summary: After the troubling discoveries you made the previous night in Tommy's office, everything finally comes to an end when you learn of one more sadistic act your husband made in his cruel crusade to make you love him.

Warnings: Language, toxic marriage, psychological abuse, controlling behaviour, manipulative behaviour, psychological mind games, Dark!Tommy ( This is a dark fic, please read the warnings before continuing)

" Phenobarbital, fuck where is it?" you mumbled under your breath as you sat on the sofa, frantically searching through a dictionary you had found in the study the next morning, your head turning to the door every other minute afraid your husband would walk in.

Rubbing your forehead you brought your fingers to the space between your brow, pinching the skin as exhaustion started to take over. You hadn't slept last night and had been throwing up on and off all morning. The strain pulling behind your eyes from searching through countless books for the past hour had started to give you a thumping headache, you were drained, desperate to close your eyes and sleep. Trying to relieve some of the tension throbbing against your head, you massaged one of the sides of your temple as you continued to look through the book resting on your lap. Turning the next page your eyes scanned down the text until finally, you found it " Phenobarbital from the barbiturates family. A white crystalline powder often used by patients suffering from epilepsy. Also used in small amounts to subdue those suffering with anxiety and sleep deprivation in the form of a sedative" Sedative...there it was again. Your mother didn't suffer from epilepsy and neither had sleep or anxiety problems. He was having her sedated, but why? Had she angered him? Had he grown tired of paying for her care? Or was it simply another way to get back at you? Running your hands through your hair, fear and panic started to quickly rise within you, your stomach turning at his unforgivable actions. You was scared for your mother, not only for her ongoing care but now for her life. He had played you again, fooled you one last time. If you was ever going to escape this marriage you would have to play along until you found a way out, if there even was one.

"Y/N, what are you doing in here?" You heard your husband say walking into the room. Quickly shutting the book you pushed it under the cushions beside you as you reached for the newspaper in front of you.

" Just reading" you said looking up at him as he sat down next to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Reading?" he cocked an eyebrow as he took the paper from you." Daily Mails business column" he said clearing his throat as he read the page." Y/N you can barely fucking spell, yet you're reading this" he scoffed throwing it on the coffee table in front of him. Turning your head away you brought your fingers up to your mouth as tears threatened to escape, his childish dig at you striking deeper than you thought it would. Already in a heighten state of emotions you felt that you was on the verge of breaking at any given moment. All you desperately wanted was for someone to comfort you and and take you away from the hellish nightmare you was living. Yet here you was, stuck with a man crueler than the Devil himself, all hope within you being crushed with every word he spoke.

" I've made an appointment for you" he said as he turned to face you lighting a cigarette. " A doctor downtown" he finished leaning into the sofa, his thumb brushing down the back of your neck." You listening to me?"

" Hm?..oh, yes. A doctor. Why would I need a doctor?" you questioned pulling yourself away from your worries, your fingers digging into the soft fabric of the sofa as you looked up into his insistent stare. It took every part of you to hold back the questions burning within you, the revelations you had learnt last night forming a knot in your already uneasy stomach.

" Why would you need a doctor?" He repeated as he lent forward tapping the ash from his cigarette into the glass tray in front of him. " Well darling, i think you might have come down with something. Heard you throwing up most of the morning. Now what could possibly cause that, hm?" he asked, taunting you, waiting for you to crack and tell him what he already believed he knew.

" I'm fine Tommy it must have been the champagne from last night" you dismissed unable to look at him as your eyes fixated on your fingers playing nervously with the hem of your dress.

"We're going Y/N. Tomorrow at noon" he said taking your chin with his thumb, lifting your head to face him.

" We? Tommy..."

" Yes we, you're my wife. I'll be in the room with you, that's not a problem is it? It's not like I haven't seen everything already" He said as his eyes quickly darted down to your stomach then back to you. Shaking your head you brought your hands into your lap, as you mentally tried to figure out how to get out of your now impending appointment.

"Good" he said as he let go of your chin. " I'm going out, I won't be long. Some men will be arriving soon to do some work around the property" he told you as he stubbed his cigarette out.

" What work?" You questioned as you watched him stand up, straightening out his waist coat.

" Fencing for around the house, and a new gate. A big one" he said as a small chuckle left his lips. "You should rest darling, your little late night reading session looks like it's warn you out" he advised as he bent down placing his hand firmly to the back of you neck, pressing his lips to yours as his tongue brushed into your mouth. " Oh sweetheart, you really do get me going" he laughed darkly as he looked down at his trousers, sending you a wink. " Ta-ra!" he said as he strolled out the room with his hands in his pockets, leaving you in a state of worry and confusion at his sly comments and clear change in behaviour. Had you angered him?

For the better part of an hour you had been walking aimlessly around the property, one of Tommy's henchman back surveying you, his eyes never leaving you. Leaning against the cold stone of your home Arrow House you nervously bit your nails as you watched the workmen Tommy had hired to build the fencing around the house stack bricks on the ground. In less than twenty- four hours everything had dramatically changed, Tommy's calm loving temperament along with it. Did he know you had found out what he had been doing, what he had been doing to your mother? Or had he discovered that you was carrying his child? As you watched one of the large metal gates being lifted, one or both of the questions you had been mulling over had to be the answer to his sudden change in demeanor, why else would he be doing this. It was now a race to see which one of you was going to break first, which one of you was going to confront the other.

"Harry!" you shouted as you watched the stable boy walk into the barn in the corner of your eye. Jogging over to him you held your coat around your chest from the cool autumn breeze, Tommy's man watching your every move. "Harry?" you said again as you entered the barn when he quickly turned around taking his flat cap off.

"Mrs Shelby" he replied glancing up quickly only for his eyes to dart back to the hay he was breaking up in front of him.

" How are you?" You questioned, seeing the hestiation in him to even look your way. Walking over you tried to catch his line of sight as he continued busying himself, ignoring your attempts to talk with him. " Harry, is everything ok?"

" Oh yes Mam, very well. Mr Shelby wants me to clean the stables out, lots to do" he said as he picked up a handful of hay placing it in a large tin bucket.

" I can see that" you replied with a chuckle as you looked around the barn. " What's this?" You said as you picked up a strange looking black barell on top of a stack of hay.

" Don't know Mam, found it as I was mucking out. Looks like part of a gun" Harry said as he walked over to Tommy's stallion.

"It does doesn't it" you replied as you furrowed your brow, turning the object around in your hand. "Oh please, let me help" you said putting the unusual find back down without giving it a second thought as you walked over to Harry feeding Tommy's horse.

" Can I ?" You said as you put your hand out for the bucket, which harry handed over with a small smile quickly returning to his other jobs.

" Hello you" you said as you stroked down the stallion's mane. He was a beautiful horse with the most hypnotizing eyes you had ever seen. He had gained quite the reputation among the people working at Arrow House. His temperament was unpredictable, the only person he would let ride him was Tommy. Reaching into the bucket you pulled out a handful of hay, stroking his neck as you fed him.

" Fuck, he bit me!" you said as you pulled your hand away, staring back into the darkness of his eyes as he flared his nostrils at you.

" Mrs Shelby!" Harry said, dropping the broom he had been using to sweep the floor as he hurried over to you.

" It's alright Harry, he didn't draw blood" you said as you looked back at Tommy's horse staring at you, his eyes as dark as coal.

"I'm sorry Mam, he's been acting up all morning. I should've warned you" the young stable boy said as you turned to face him.

"Maybe he misses my mare" you told him, trying to ease the worry in his eyes " But nothing could be done, she was lame the poor thing" you said as you looked over to her empty stall.

"Lame? She wasn't la.." Harry started to say until the voice of your husband interrupted him.

" Darling, there you are" Tommy said entering the barn, as your eyes widened at the words you was sure the stable boy was about to say. " What happened there?" Tommy said approaching you, a cigarette hanging between his lips as he took your injured hand into his.

" Your horse bit me" you said bluntly pulling away from his hold, tears welling in your eyes at the latest exposed truth in Tommy's cruel unstoppable mission to torment you.

" Well did you upset him?" Tommy chuckled as he stroked down his horse, whispering words into his ear.

" Fuck off Tommy..." you said pushing past him, cradling your hand as you glanced one last time at the black barell still sitting on the side, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed by your husband.

"What did you just say, eh?!" Tommy shouted as he stormed out the barn grabbing the object Harry had found, placing it in his coat pocket. " Hey! What the fucks a matter with you?" Tommy said as he caught up to you, taking you by your wrist.

" You killed my horse!" you said turning around, pushing him away from you.

" Fucking hell" Tommy muttered under his breath. " Darling, we've already gone through this. Yes, I shot her, she was lame"

" She wasn't though, was she Tommy? Is that what you do? Drug and kill when something becomes an inconvenience to you?" you shouted letting the information you had learnt slip out as Tommy tilted his head in response. You had read more than his black book, he quickly thought to himself. "You're a bastard " You said bringing your hand up to slap him, when he grabbed you by your arm.

" I wouldn't do that if I was you darling. You're In no place to judge me. Not with the news I received last night. You want to tell me about it or shall I just wait until I get confirmation tomorrow hm?"

" Don't know what you're talking about Tommy, didn't see it written down in that secret little book of yours. You're slipping!" you shouted back, refusing to answer his question, your own anger at his twisted behaviour boiling over.

" Tut tut tut, well haven't you been busy. Have you been going through my things sweetheart? Tommy said pulling you into him, his eyes piercing down at you.

"Tommy lad!" Arthur shouted out the car window, honking the horn as he and John pulled up beside you. Letting go of you Tommy stepped back, turning to face his brothers.

" I need whisky, and a lot of it after the bellowing I just got from Esme" John said as he got out the car walking over to you both.

" That makes two of us. Must be a full moon tonight brother" Tommy replied with a laugh as he looked back at you with a smirk whilst him and John walked into the house.

" Y/N love, come on" Arthur said putting his arm around your shoulder as you reluctantly followed them in. The last thing you wanted to do was endure a night of watching the three of them all drink themselves into oblivion, but once again it looked like you had no choice in the matter.

For the past two hours you had been sitting on the sofa begrudgingly listening to John and Arthur talk about all the various women they had been with and men they had killed, tallying them up to see which one of them had the most, the whisky clearly doing the talking for them when the conversation turned even more graphic in every sense. But Tommy...he was quiet, he had barely uttered a word the entire time. Instead he had been watching you, staring at you relentlessly as he sipped on his whisky. One sharp look to him had him scoffing at you as he shook his head, downing the rest of his liquor whilst he walked over to you. Just as you reached for a glass of whisky yourself Tommy grabbed it from your hand, throwing the alcohol into the fire next to him.

" I don't think so Y/N" he said looking down at you as your face reddened in embarrassment.

" Here, I'll make you a gin and tonic" John said as he stood up, nearly falling over, the warm lull of the whisky numbing his movements.

" Or just the tonic" Tommy sneered as he stared you down once more before walking away.

" I'm fine John, thanks" you said as you collected your hair to one side, bringing your knuckles up to your mouth as your elbow rested on the arm of the sofa. He knew, he had to. Why hadn't he confronted you?

" Right, everyone shut up and take a look at this" Arthur said as he pulled out a gun. " Brand new, never been shot, acquired under... illegitimate circumstances" he sniggered, holding it up for everyone to see.

" Bloody hell here he goes again, nobody cares about your new gun Arthur" John laughed as he leant back into his armchair looking up at the ceiling.

" Well I bloody care!" Arthur replied stubbornly as John continued to laugh." Y/N, take a look. Beautiful ain't it?" Arthur said as he walked over to you, presenting it like someone would their newborn child.

" Yeh, it's erh...nice Arthur" you replied smiling back to him.

" You ever held a gun before Y/N?"

"No" you shook your head as he held it out for you take.

" Go on, hold it, she won't bite" Arthur chuckled as Tommy and John watched on. " Heavier than you'd think ay?

" It is" you said, surprised by the weight of the cool piece of metal in your hand. "What does this do?" you asked as your thumb rested over a small lever at the top.

" Ooh, no no don't touch that" he laughed looking back to his brothers. " That's the safety, we don't want to shoot anyone's balls off tonight" he chuckled as he clicked it up and down showing you how it worked. " Hold it like this" Arthur motioned to you as your eyes quickly darted to Tommy leaning against the mantle of the fireplace, his chin lifted as his eyes narrowed in on you, watching your every move. "Good" he praised as he helped you up, turning you to look at yourself in the mirror hanging on the wall. " We'll soon make a Peaky out of you" Arthur laughed winking to you as he walked off in search of more whisky.

Lowering your hand you looked at your reflection in the mirror as Tommy walked behind you, wrrapping his hand around your stomach.

"Like this" your husband said, placing his hand over yours, moving your finger under the trigger as he raised it back up to both of your reflections.

" Bang" he said quietly in your ear, aiming the gun at your heart in the mirror as his thumb rubbed over your stomach. " You think you could take a life sweetheart?" he asked as he turned his head into your neck, his lips inches from your skin.

" If my own was in danger" you replied turning to face him, a tear falling down your face. He was scaring you, his questions leaving an unsettling feeling in your stomach.

" Your life's never been in danger darling" he said as he lowered the gun in your hand, his other coming up to brush the tear from your cheek.

" But everyone I have known or loves me life is" you replied as you freed your hand from under his. "Tommy why, why would you do that to my mother?" You quietly sobbed as you stared back at him, searching his eyes for an answer, the first to finally break.

"You're tired Y/N, you don't know what you're talking about. Come on let's go to bed" Tommy replied ignoring your questions as he took your hand.

" No. Stop treating me like a child Tommy, answer me. Everything was perfect, but you just couldn't stop yourself, why?" You asked as you pulled your hand away from him stepping back.

" We'll talk about it tomorrow? Now come on" he said taking back your hand as you resisted once more. " You're making a scene Y/N. Do you really want to do this in front of everyone?" He said through gritted teeth as he placed his palm on your lower back pushing you with him to the door as you shook your head in response, reluctantly following him. The last thing you wanted to do was anger him, you knew what would happen if you did, and with your mother being in a vulnurable situation you feared what he would do next. " We're going to bed" Tommy announced as he put Arthur's gun down on the coffee table, his brothers chuckling in resposne.

" Alright Tom boy. Nighty night, have fun" Arthur smiled as he pulled a black barell out his jacket attaching it to his gun.

" What's that?" You said stopping, pulling your hand from Tommy as you turned to face Arthur.

"Y/N, come on" Tommy insisted his grip on your back firmly pushing you forward.

" It's a silencer love, so our little...missions go unheard" Arthur replied as you was half-way out the door when you turned to look at Tommy, his eyes darting between you and Arthur as he cleared his throat. A silencer. It looked identical to the object Harry had found in the barn. Why would there be a silencer in the stables? Tommy's sudden uneasy behaviour had you quickly believing whatever the reason was it was to do with him.

Sitting at the small kitchen table the next morning you buried your head in you arms. Another restless night, two days of almost no sleep, you was barely able keep your head up. Not only was you worried for your mother you had this ongoing feeling in you stomach that something wasn't right. The way Tommy reacted last night when you saw Arthur's silencer had unsettled you. Looking up at the clock you realised you was only a few hours away from the appointment Tommy had made for you, one you knew you had know way of avoiding. Tommy would soon learn you had been keeping the news of your pregnancy from him. Would he go easy on you with his punishment, now you was carrying his child? A part of you already believed he knew your was pregnant, the small touches to your stomach his eyes lingering on your belly, the remarks he would make. What you didn't understand was why he hadn't said anything, what was he waiting for?

" Would you like some tea Mam, let me serve you a cup in the dinning room" Frances said as she walked into the kitchen with an armful of items.

" Oh, no thank you Frances, I quite like being in here watching you all" you said as you lifted your head, the busy noise from the kitchen calming your nerves.

" Mr Shelby will be waiting for you though"

" Let him wait" you said as you brushed your hair back from your face as she gave you a small smile, placing the items on the table in front of you.

" Frances...where did you find that?" You said as you reached your hand out to a small bottle she had placed on the counter.

" In the guest room Mam, I've only just got round to putting it away"

" Which guest room?" You questioned as you held the bottle in your hand, your leg bouncing up and down at the sudden surge of anxiety coursing through your limbs.

" The small one, where Mr Shelby slept when he was sick" she replied as she scrunched her brow at the tears now welling in your eyes, your head shaking in disbelief. The bottle was still sealed, Tommy never took the medicine the doctor prescribed him that night. He let himself get sick. The silencer, the medicine, the vague explanation he gave that night...it suddenly all made sense. He shot himself.

"Mam are you ok?" Frances asked as she reached her hand out to you when you abruptly stood up, bolting out the kitchen into the foyer. Your head was spinning, the sudden realisation of events churning your stomach as a crescendo of panic overwhelmed you. He shot himself, the sick bastard shot himself. He said he was coming back from the stables that night. The same stables where harry just so happened to find the strange black object as he was clearing out the barn, the object you now knew was a silencer made for a gun. He shot himself in almost the exact same place from a previous bullet wound. He knew he wouldn't die, he survived it once he would survive it again. As you tried to make sense of everything, the words Tommy left you with that night suddenly rang in your ears "You will learn to love me again". The man who would stop at nothing to keep you under his control, to keep you hoping for the boy he once was executed the most ultimate act of desperation for your love.

Running to the phone you frantically tried to form a clear sentence to the operator on the end of the line as you desperately asked her to put you through to Polly.

" Yes Miss Polly Gray, try Watery la..." You started to say when you felt a warm hand take the receiver from you, placing it back down onto the table.

" What are you doing love?" Tommy said, breathing against the back of your neck as you slowly turned around to face him, his eyes boring into you as he watched the tears fall down your face.

" Stay away from me, you fucking stay away from me!" you shouted at him as you walked backwards to the front door.

"Y/N" he warned you, unable to hold back the smirk forming on the corner of his mouth.

" You sick twisted bastard!" You screamed as your back hit the large wooden door.

" Now I know you didn't mean that " he replied pointing at you as he started walking slowly towards you. Turning around you fumbled to undo the lock, pushing it with force as your ran out the house down to the bottom of the path.

" Should we go after her?" one of Tommy's men said stood in the foyer.

" No leave her, she won't get far" Tommy replied as he lit a cigarette walking out the front door. " Come back inside darling, it's cold!" he shouted as he watched you run to the large gate at the end of the drive pushing it back and forth as you tried to open it. " It's locked sweetheart" he said as he approached behind you like you would a wild horse.

" Get away from!" You cried as you started walking along the fence in the hopes of finding an exit.

" Alright then, we'll go on a little walk eh?" Tommy chuckled as he caught up with you, reaching his hand out for you to take as if you was going on a romantic stroll through the countryside. Slapping it away you glared at him as he laughed in response, amused by the whole situation.

" Stay away from me Tommy. You're fucking insane! What kind of person shoots themselves for their wife's sympathy" you said as Tommy grabbed you by the arm spinning you around to face him.

" You're loosing it sweetheart if you've convinced yourself of that"

" You're not so clever Tommy, I figured it out. Harry found the silencer in the barn. You shot yourself that night and you didn't take the medicine the doctor prescribed. Why...because you couldn't stand the fact I hated you, so you forced me to take pity on you, to give you a second chance, forced me to feel something for you again. You seethed, pushing his hand away as you stormed off.

" Think you've been reading too many novels darling" Tommy chuckled as he caught up to you, standing in your path, mirroring your movements with each step you tried to make.

" Im so stupid, I can't believe I fell for it. Fell for your lies" you said coming to a stop, brushing the tears from your cheeks.

" Lies? I never lied that night Y/N, when I told you that you kept me alive, kept me going in France I meant it.

" So much that you've been following me for the past decade. You're a freak Tommy!" You said as you pushed past him.

"Yeh alright, I admit it. Guilty" he replied putting his hands up in a mock gesture as he jogged up to where you was again " You did something to me in France, put a spell on me, bewitched me" he said with a smirk on his face as you scoffed at the ridiculous excuse for his madness.

" And my mother Tommy, what did she do to deserve your cruelness?"

" Your mother is fucking crazy, maybe it's genetic" he replied looking at you from head to toe, insinuating you was also" Your dear mother was being sedated because she was pissing everyone off, trying to escape the facility she was in, causing hell for all the doctors and nurses. But that's no longer a problem. She saw a new doctor you see, one found by me. She's been declared clinically insane, now she will spend the rest of her days locked up in the local madhouse." he viciously stated, knowing how much the news would anger you.

Grabbing the gun from his holster you pushed him away as you raised it to his face, your whole body shaking as tears blurred your vision. Chuckling, Tommy threw his cigarette on the ground, stubbing it out with his boot.

" You've got more attempted murders than me" Tommy laughed as he walked over to you, not caring you had a gun pointing straight at him. "Now give me the gun, we both know you're not gonna do anything"

" No!" You said pulling down the safety like Arthur had shown you, the expression on Tommy's face suddenly changing.

"What? You gonna shoot the father of that baby growing inside you" he said as he gestured to your stomach. " You're not so innocent Y/N are you, hm? Was quite the shock I had when one of my men told me you had visited that old hag in London. Was you going to get rid of my child eh, my fucking child?!"

" I...no Tommy" you cried, feeling the barrier of the gun protecting you suddenly evaporating as you unconsciously lowered the pistol in your hand, your secret now spoken, exposed.

" You thought about it though. See, I was waiting for confirmation from a doctor since you wouldn't tell me yourself, but you just did that for me didn't you? Now what you're gonna do right.." he said as he pointed his finger at you, his face reddened by anger. "Is give me that gun. Then we'll go home and talk about this like adults" he ordered as he stepped forward.

" No!" You screamed back as you raised the pistol in your hand once more. " You've ruined my Life, you've taken away everyone i love and care about. I won't let you ruin this child's life as well! You cried as you stood your ground your whole body trembling as a surge of adrenaline rushed through you.

" Give me the fucking gun Y/N! " Tommy shouted as he stormed over to you. " Now!"

It happened so quickly, you didn't think twice about doing it, you weren't even sure you thought at all when your finger pressed down on the trigger sitting beneath your skin. With your eyes firmly shut you listened to the last echos of the gunshot fade around you, the distant sound of autumn leaves blowing in the wind, and then silence total silence as if for a brief moment the world stood still and watched as everything played out. Lowering the gun, a wave of relief left your body as you stood there, the chilled breeze of winter approaching cooling the anger within you. Peace had finally descended on the grounds of Arrow house, or had it?

" You missed..." you heard through the crisp country air, your eyes darting open to see your husband standing in front of you, staring you down. Dropping the gun in your hand you collapsed onto the ground below you in tears as you watched him charge towards you, pulling you up from the grass. " Anyone could have made that shot" he said as he grabbed your head between his hands. " Yet you missed, you missed! See, you love me Y/N. I knew you fucking loved me!" he said reasoning with his own madness, pressing his lips to yours, his hands wrapped tightly around you, the only thing holding you up as the life drained from you.

" Fuck.." he said letting go, sighing as all the anger he was holding in left him. " We're made for eachother Y/N. You and me. It was always meant to be" he said cupping your cheeks once again, as you nodded, crying tears you no longer thought you had left, giving in, no more strength left to tell him otherwise. Pressing his forehead to yours Tommy brought his hand down to your stomach, rubbing his thumb over the small swell under your dress.

" When this one is born, I'll put another in you then another until that whole house is filled" He smiled unnervingly as his eyes darted back to Arrow House in the distant. " You and me yeh, our own little family"

" Tommy, I..I want to go home" you said as you looked up at him your eyes pleading one last time to be free of him.

" This is your home sweetheart. You belong with me you've always belonged to me" he said pressing your head in his hands his eyes inches from yours. " I will never let you leave, never. You're mine Y/N"

He will never let you go. He will hunt you down and live forever through you...the words you heard all those months ago would now cruelly haunt you until your last breath. It was over, your childhood love was gone, there was nothing left of you. You were shackled to him for the rest of your life, bearing his children so his legacy could live on. The game had come to an end, the ultimate prize won. He had played by his own rules for so long there was only ever going to be one outcome. An unchangeable fate had been sealed from the very moment you had met, it was always going to end this way. For you and everyone else knew, Tommy Shelby always wins, always.

The end.

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[youunravelme]

hi!! congrats on 1k! could i request prompt 75 from the 100 ways to say i love you list: “I was just thinking about you.” thank you!!!

hi friend! thank you so much! your wish is my command!

roadies are hard for both of you, that much is expected. every time he came back, mat didn't let you out of his grip for more than five minutes. he'd follow you to the bathroom, to the kitchen, and if he didn't get up to follow you, he was calling your name and whining until you were back in his arms.

he was used to being the one to leave. so when you went on a girl's trip to portland, mat was out of sorts.

the apartment was way too quite first of all. did you need a dog when he was gone? was this what it felt like all the time?

secondly, the bed was entirely too cold. it was easier to get up in the mornings, yes, but his morning was drastically worse because he was waking up to an empty spot where you should be.

he had to resist the urge to call you every time he had downtime, and he was positive his teammates were tired of him moping around the locker room when he remembered you wouldn't be waiting for him at home.

mat got home and threw his stuff down on the ground next to door and felt a wave of sadness cover him. you were only gone for three days, your flight got in tomorrow, but couldn't you come home now?

his phone started buzzing, and in an instant, his mood shifted when he saw your contact photo light up his screen.

"hey baby," he answered immediately.

"hey my love," you replied. god even the sound of your voice soothed the deprived part of himself. "how're you doing?"

he almost admitted he was missing you, but he didn't want to guilt you into rushing home. he was twenty-six years old for fuck's sake.

"i'm alright," he said instead. "how're you? how're the girls?"

"we're good, we've been having a ton of fun..." you trailed off.

so mat filled in the gaps. "but?"

"but i'm just--ugh," you groaned into the phone. "i called because i was just thinking about you, and i miss you."'

"baby--"

"i know that probably makes me clingy or something but i fucking love you and miss sleeping in the same bed and cooking dinner with you and hearing all your stories from practice. i miss the view from our apartment. i just--" you sighed. "i miss you."

"if you keep going, i'm going to book you a flight home for tonight."

"don't threaten me with a good time, barzal."

"don't make promises you don't intend on keeping."

you laughed into the phone. "i love you, maty. you can still pick me up tomorrow, right?"

"wouldn't miss it for the world," he said. "i love you too."

and when he picked you up in the afternoon, mat held you for at least three minutes, pressing kisses into any skin he could reach.

[arcadian-litterateur]

sick of kissing you in my head (when can it be real instead?) | modern au!gally x fem!reader

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summary: your boyfriend, gally, is across the country, and despite the struggles a long distance relationship can bring, your love is strong enough to carry you through the long distance season of your relationship. but spending your birthday without him is different than spending normal days separated, and you know deep down that nothing will make you happy on your birthday when he’s all you need.

word count: 8k holy—i really didn’t even realize how long this was till i checked the wc omg

warnings: emotional meltdown, mention of anxiety and anxiety meds, brief mention of panic attacks

a/n: hey guys! i love love love the song this is based off of: all i need (the distance song) by avery lynch. it's such a good song. this was supposed to just be fluff about visiting your bf gally, and then it turned into a whole thing lol. so yeah, i hope you guys enjoy this long ass one shot. i really really enjoyed writing it.

“𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦. 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪’𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥. 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥.”

𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥 onto my side, legs brushing against my sheets, I smile at the FaceTime call on my phone, but it's bittersweet. On the other end of the video call sits my boyfriend, the soft smile on his face mirroring my own. From where he sits, I can see the San Francisco skyline out his hotel window, highlighted by the rising sun.

“I miss you,” I mumble, studying the lines and contours of his face and wondering if they've changed since the last time I saw him in person. If I've missed any change; any detail while we've been separated. If anything has changed or tipped the balance since we've been apart. 

I'm not insecure in my relationship with Gally, but be long distance for enough time and everyone gets in their head about it. Catches themselves wondering; doubting.

“I miss you more every time we have to part,” I add, watching the bitter take over the sweet in my boyfriend's eyes for a few seconds before he replies.

“I know, baby, I know.” His gaze wanders into the space between the atoms, his mind leaping forward into the future as he assures both me and himself, “Once my contract with WCKD Enterprises is up, I'll be able to move back to Denver. We'll be back in the same city.”

My smile is tired, only half there, and Gally knows it. It's been months since I've held him in my arms. This long distance routine is wearing us both out. We're both running out of steam—not for each other; not for our relationship, but for the complexity that being long distance has brought to our relationship. Conflicting schedules, spotty internet, the deprivation of physical contact with the person we crave it from the most…it's all beginning to pile up, and we both know it.

In an attempt to change the subject, I ask, “When is your flight back to Chicago again?” I already know, but I'm not sure what else to say, and besides, it's always good to check.

“Your birthday,” comes the cheeky reply, my eyes rolling of their own accord as I secretly admire the handsome grin on my boyfriend's face. But all too soon, his grin fades.

“I'm sorry I can't be there for your birthday,” he says gently. I wave him off, assuring him that I'll be just fine.

“Bren, Tes, and Sony are planning something. Won't tell me what, though.” I sigh before admitting, “It won't be the same without you. But your work's important.” Gally smiles gratefully, but there's cracks in the smile, and my stomach sinks. Guilt over my last comment settles in my digestive tract. “Sorry,” I mumble.

“No, no, don't apologize,’’ Gally says quickly. “You're allowed to be sad that I can't be there.” His amiable grin morphs into a scowl, “Tried to get Janson to give me the time off, I really did. But that rat wouldn't do it.” I give Gally what I hope is a reassuring smile.

“It's okay, babe.” We fall into silence, not necessarily comfortable, but not bad either, before Gally interjects,

“It'll be nice to be in my own apartment, though. I'm getting sick of all these Californian hotels. I'll be glad to be home, smog and noisy L-trains galore.” I chuckle, knowing that Gally loves Chicago because of its quirks, not in spite of them.

Still, Denver has always been home to me. But Gally and I've decided to cross that bridge when we get to it. We've got enough to think about as it is.

I'm trying to come up with another conversation topic, since I don't have work until later today, but unfortunately, Gally isn't so lucky. It’s the perks of working from home as a crisis hotline counselor, I guess. The hours aren’t as demanding, since the work itself is.

“Shoot, I have to go,” he hisses. “I'm sorry, princess. I'll call you tonight?” I nod, forcing myself to look forward to tonight's call, rather than be sad that this one is ending. “Alright, good that,” Gally grins. “I love you, babe!”

“I love you, Gal,” I smile and wave goodbye. The half-baked grin melts right off my face once he's hung up. Gosh, I miss him so much. 

There's only so much comfort a video call can give.

Teresa calls me soon after Gally hangs up, blabbering on and on about a date she'd had with some guy named Ben, but I can't focus on her stories like I normally would. Usually, I'm all in to hear my friend's tales, but my mind is still fixated on the miles separating Gally and I. Something in me wonders how much longer we'll be able to go without holding each other. How much longer we can stand to be separated.

When we first started dating, I could have gone months, as long as we were still interacting. But as my love for Gally increased, the length of time I could stand to be without him decreased. 

I'm fully, unashamedly in love with Gally now, and part of me wonders what I would do to be living in the same place as him. To be in his arms for good. The easy answer—the most raw answer—is anything. I'd do anything for him.

“(Y/N)?” Teresa's voice brings me out of my thoughts, her suspicious tone confirming that she's noticed my lack of focus today. “You weren't listening, were you?” To an outsider, her tone might sound harsh; reproachful, even, but I know her too well. She's not mad. Just annoyed she'll have to repeat her story if she wants me to hear it.

“I'm sorry,” I mumble, and it's sincere. I am sorry that I lost focus. But I don't apologize for pining after my faraway boyfriend. There's no reason to, for one, and two, I won't ever apologize for thinking of him. For missing him. 

Teresa is grinning at my distracted tone, I can tell. Even through the phone, I can tell. “You're good. Dreaming about your bae, aren't you?” 

I don't hesitate to admit, “Yes. I miss him more than I thought was even possible.” I hear Teresa's hum from the other end of the phone.

“You need to see him,” she declares. I scoff.

“Believe me, I know, and we're trying to figure out when he can next visit, but we're both just so busy.” Teresa clucks her tongue, the sound distorting oddly through the phone speaker. I imagine it running across the telephone poles, through the wires, twisting and bending and knotting out of shape as it flies all the way to me.

“I didn't mean like that, (Y/N). You need to go see him.” I chuckle, I wish I could.

“He's busy, Tes. Besides, he isn't even in Chicago right now,” I reason. This doesn't deter her.

“Well, when will he next be in Chicago?”

“His flight's on my birthday.” 

“That's perfect!” Teresa squeals. 

“How is that perfect?” I huff.

“You can fly out and spend your birthday with him! Surprise him!” 

I actually laugh at this. “Um, no, I can't. I don't have the kind of money to just throw down for plane tickets. Besides, weren't you, Brenda, and Sonya planning something?” 

“Well, yeah, but we could always change plans if we needed to,” Teresa says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. On any other day, I would entertain this kind of silly daydreaming, but today, I already felt lonely enough.

“Sorry, Tes. Those spontaneous decisions are not my cup of tea,” I sigh, and I think she can tell I'm shutting the conversation down. She lets it go, and I thank her silently, forcing the ache in my heart left by Gally's absence to venture to the back of my mind. If I waste the day away, it'll be evening again, and then he'll call, just like he said. 

And so despite the fact that I know wasting the days away is bad for me, I do it anyway. Just today, I tell myself. Just today.

Of course, I know I'll do it again tomorrow, and the next day, and all the hours in between my calls with Gally. It's ridiculous, how they all say having space helps one think clearer, when having space just distracts me by making me miss him that much more.

When he's gone, I'm reminded that much more that he's all I need.

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𝗜𝗧’𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 p.m. by the time Gally calls, his eyes lighting up when he sees me despite the exhausted, burnt out look on his face. I'm equally as ecstatic as he is to revel in the gaze of my lover, both of us simply brushing every inch of each other's faces with our eyes, memorizing each other for the millionth time. It won't be the last time, either. I could never get tired of scanning my gaze across his skin, memorizing every inch of his beautiful face. 

In our current situation, it's the closest I can get to kissing every inch of his beautiful face.

Gally is the first to break the silence, and I'm okay with it. He's the one who's had a long day. He knows what he needs to talk or not talk about. I just love hearing his voice. 

“How was your day, baby?” he asks, a tired sort of happiness seeping into his voice. Like I'm giving him some kind of rest just by smiling at him.

“It was good. Uneventful.” I shrug, knowing that I'd barely moved from the chair I occupied now. “The real question is, how was your day, my love?” 

Gally grins at the pet name. He always does. It's the same reaction that I have whenever he uses terms of endearment on me. It's our own personal love language of sorts. How many different ways can I call you mine?

“My day was okay,” Gally says quietly, sighing when he sees the look on my face. The one that tells him to lay it on me; rant if it'll make him sleep better tonight. “Well, it was…mediocre,” he amends, running a hand through his short hair. “Tim was being an ass. As always.” I nod sympathetically, understanding the deep hatred he harbors for his coworker.

Why Gally doesn't like Tim, I'm not exactly sure, but I know it has something to do with taking credit for a project that Gally did all the work on. It resulted in a harsh lecture from their boss for Gally, who was presumed to have slacked off, and a promotion for Tim. 

Anyone who knows Gally knows that he would never slack off. He takes duty and work seriously; more seriously than anyone else I've met, in fact. I know my boy. He wouldn't hurt his company's productivity, even if his boss is an asshole like Janson.

“I'm sorry Tim was giving you trouble, baby,” I croon, watching the aches and tension of the day seeping out of his stiff shoulders at the sound of my voice. His smile weaves its way back onto his face. It's a soft, vulnerable smile, the one that makes me want to take him in my arms and just hold him like the precious treasure he is.

“I wish I could hug you,” Gally groans, rubbing his chin with his fingers before trying to regain his composure. “Sorry…I don't mean to bring everything up again. I just…I just miss you.” My comforting smile wobbles, knowing that those same thoughts are eating away at me inside, but I bring the happy thoughts back to the surface and my grin rights itself.

“Soon, love, soon,” I murmur, knowing I can't truly promise anything with how busy our lives have become. But soon doesn't have a time slot or expiration date. I can promise soon and define it later. All I know is that it brings a smile to my boy's face, and that's what I need right now. 

We spend the rest of the night talking, lifted by the promise of Soon, love, soon, knowing that it could very well mean a long, long time. 

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𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗦 in my bedroom window, blinding me when my eyes flicker open. But once I blink away the black spots in my vision, I see that the sunlight isn't the only reason I was pulled from the comforting arms of sleep. 

Brenda, Teresa, and Sonya are standing at my bedside, my sheets in a bunched up ball in Sonya's hands. I groan, trying to roll away, but Bren, ever the fearless one, grabs my shoulder and pulls me back to face them.

“Get up, (Y/N). No spending the day moping,” she orders. I heave out an exaggerated sigh, making my body intentionally limp as Brenda and Teresa each grab one of my arms, pulling me upright until I have to support my own weight. 

“Sometimes I really regret giving you guys my apartment passcode,” I comment, leading Sonya to pinch my arm. I yelp, rubbing the red mark as I get manhandled out of my pajamas and into a new outfit by my best friends. “What—what are you crazies doing?” I splutter, quickly taking the pair of jeans from Teresa's hands before she can try to shove them on my legs, opting to put them on myself. 

“We aren't letting you mope around until Gally visits. Who knows how long that would be? It's not healthy,” Sonya explains, linking an arm through mine as the three girls drag me to the bathroom. Brenda shoves my toothpaste-loaded toothbrush into my hand as Tes starts pulling my hair brush through my hair.

“Ow,” I complain around a mouthful of toothpaste suds, pulling away from Teresa's assault on my tender scalp momentarily to spit. She and Sonya make quick work of my slightly frizzy hair, tag teaming it to create a fun yet elegant braid. 

“Beautiful,” Sonya sighs, leaning back to admire her handiwork. Brenda, on the other hand, seems to have some kind of mental checklist, full of all the tasks she must see me complete.

“Breakfast is next,” she commands, and I find myself being pulled into my kitchen, watching helplessly as my friends dive into making us a scrumptious, sugary feast.

I have to admit, the fluffy blueberry pancakes filling my stomach certainly make venturing out into the world much easier than I expected. I only feel the need to text Gally three times before leaving my apartment with my friends, rather than the usual five to ten. Whether these texts are to let him know I'm fine or to make sure he's fine, I've never been able to figure out. Maybe they're both. Either way, it's a good thing Brenda shoved my meds into my hand before breakfast. 

When I'm here alone, I don't take them. Sometimes I skip them on purpose, sometimes I just forget. But either way, I don't take my anxiety meds unless Brenda is there to shove them down my throat. Thinking about it, I'm grateful she's here to force me to take them today. With all of these mixed up feelings about being separated from Gally for so long, having more control over my anxiety will be good.

A day shopping with my best friends is a good distraction from the painful loneliness I've been feeling without Gally. It's not exactly a cure, but it's close. My friends know this; know their own limitations, and so they do the best they can.

And I'm so grateful that they've put in the time. Put in the effort. All for me.

“Thank you,” I whisper to them as we sit in our favorite coffee shop, sipping oat milk lattes. 

“Of course,” Brenda immediately responds.

“We love you,” Sonya adds.

“We know we aren't your boy,” Teresa chimes in, “but we're your best friends, and that means we stick by you. No matter what.” She leans over to rub my arm. “When you're down, I'm down. We wanted to help pick you back up.”

The smile on my face is genuine for the first time in a long time, knowing that my friends love me enough to support me despite having the knowledge that they can't give me everything I need. They give what they can, and accept me when it doesn't fix everything.

I haven't always had friends this good, and I look up at the sky, thanking the heavens that I've been blessed with such good friends now.

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𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦 before my birthday, I can’t get Teresa’s half-joking, hare-brained idea out of my head. Realistically, I know that the likelihood that I could find a flight on my birthday to Chicago that isn’t full (or way too expensive) is slim. Realistically, I know that I don’t have the money for plane tickets right now. Realistically, I know that flying halfway across the country on a whim to see my boyfriend is ridiculous. 

But when Gally sends me his flight information, knowing I like to watch his progress and get confirmation when he lands safely, I find myself checking flights from Denver to Chicago, telling myself it’s just out of curiosity. Because what if there is a flight to Denver from Chicago on my birthday? What if there is a possibility that I could see Gally on my birthday? What if there is a chance that I could have this gift; the only one I truly want?

If there’s even a chance to see Gally on my birthday, I want to know. 

Gally’s flight information is pulled up on my phone, which is next to me on my desk as I scroll through flights on my laptop. My right thumbnail is between my teeth, bitten down to the quick and then some. It seems that flying is a popular travel option right now, as flights are filled even into places like Dawson County, Montana. Every flight I find from Denver to Chicago is either full or too expensive for someone just out of college, like me. The cheapest is $374, and I know rationally that blowing through that much money would be devastating for my finances. 

I swear under my breath, angry at myself for even getting my hopes up. It was a stupid idea to check the flights, and I find myself wishing I could go back in time to stop myself from looking. The disappointment grows even larger knowing that there would be a way to get to him if I wasn’t a broke post-college student making minimum wage in the Mile-High City. Then the disappointment and anger melt away, leaving me with a heart wrenching sadness that feels so empty and yet so all-consuming that I can’t help but break down into tears.

I don’t want to let myself cry about a silly daydream that was unlikely to happen anyway, but I’d let myself entertain the thought of seeing Gally soon; of holding him close and kissing him until we couldn’t breathe, and now everything else seemed pale in comparison. It wasn’t that my life had no purpose outside of him—I’d made it very clear when we started dating that the two of us needed to make sure we had lives outside of our relationship, too. But Gally had become a part of me; my favorite part of me, in fact. I was perfectly happy with the life I had, but Gally made it even sweeter. And knowing that sweetness was mine but was inaccessible made the absence of it even more palpable. Even more unbearable.

Crumpled into a heap on my floor with tears slowly leaking from my eyes is how Teresa finds me when she opens my door fifteen minutes later. “Hey, girl—” she calls before seeing me, rushing to my side with a worried, “Oh, my gosh, what’s wrong, (Y/N)?” I just shake my head, the waterworks turning back up to full blast.

“I miss him so much,” I sob as she gathers me in her arms, unable to care that I sound pathetic. 

“Oh, I know, darling, I know,” Teresa coos, rocking back and forth with my shaking body, whispering comforting words into my ears just like she always does when I get so worked up. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, hand flying up to wipe the snot from my nose, but of course, the minute it’s gone, more replaces it. I’m past the point of an easy calm-down, instead finding myself close to the edge of hyperventilating. Thankfully, Teresa isn’t a stranger to my emotional meltdowns, and she isn’t afraid of them, either. Instead, she’s the kind of friend who will take my hand and guide me through it.

“Did you take your meds this morning?” she asks cautiously, to which I shake my head in embarrassment. Tears are still pooling in the corners of my eyes as I manage to get out,

“I’m sorry.” 

Teresa just shushes me calmly. “Don’t apologize. It’s in the past now. I just wanted to know.” I nod shakily, the soothing pressure of her hand rubbing my arm helping me steady my breaths slightly. “What set you off?” she queries, squeezing me a bit tighter when the tears speed up again.

“I—I decided to check the flights for my birthday,” I answer, sniffling as my best friend strokes my hair lovingly. “It was stupid, because it just made me upset. They’re all too expensive, and I knew they would be, and it just made me miss him so much more.” Admitting it out loud makes me feel even dumber, the guilt creeping into my stomach. “I did this to myself,” I mumble. Subconsciously, my nails find their way to my arms, digging into the delicate skin and leaving pink crescents behind. Teresa pulls my hands away from my arms quickly.

“Stop blaming yourself. You did nothing wrong. I would’ve done the same, (Y/N).” I know she’s trying to comfort me, but I just squeeze my eyes shut.

“Yeah, and it wouldn’t have caused you to end up on the floor like a pathetic child.”

“(Y/N)! Stop!” Teresa scolds me. “Stop with the negative self-talk.” I try to protest, but she fixes me with that no-nonsense look that can get anyone to agree to anything, and I find myself nodding meekly. “None of this is your fault. You’re in a difficult situation, being separated from your boyfriend, and your heart isn’t sure how to handle it. That’s okay. You don’t have to know how to handle it perfectly yet.” I sigh, leaning into my best friend’s shoulder, feeling slightly calmer now. She always knows the right words to say when I’m in too deep to think straight. 

Teresa coaxes me into the kitchen to drink hot chocolate once my breathing has steadied somewhat. She’s looking at me with an odd look that I can’t quite place, as if she’s…proud of me?

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask warily over the top of my steaming mug. My best friend grins, staring at me for a couple more seconds before replying,

“You’re just, like, the strongest person I know.” My face turns what I assume is beet red at the compliment, not expecting such high praise from the woman who just held me in her arms as I sobbed like a baby. But then again, Teresa is special. She doesn’t judge based on outward appearances or impressions. She can see right into the heart of people, as if she can sense their goodness; their potential, and then she nudges them down that path. Helping them choose the sunshine. The good side. The light.

Knowing her compliment is slightly overwhelming, Teresa shrugs and changes the subject so fast I think I get whiplash. “You should call Gally,” she suggests. “Tell him that you were missing him and ask him for some love.” I cringe, turning away from her.

“I don’t want to make him feel bad that he isn’t here. I think I’ve already done that too much this week.” 

Teresa scoffs, “That’s nonsense. He’ll be happy that you reached out to him after your meltdown. He’ll be touched that you wanted to let him know how you’re doing. He’ll feel honored that you’re willing to be vulnerable with him.” I know deep down that she’s right; that the only thing he’d do is make me feel better. Never after calling Gally do I feel worse. I know I’m just scared to hurt him, but he always assures me that I don’t need to harbor that fear. I don’t need to hold onto that anxious voice in my head that whispers, You don’t deserve him.

I can even imagine him next to me if I try hard enough, murmuring, “You’re perfect, baby,” when I grow insecure. Whispering, “I’m so lucky to have you” in my ear when I doubt myself.

“Okay,” I agree, letting Teresa take my phone and FaceTime him. Despite the fact that it’s the middle of the work day, Gally picks up on the first ring, a concerned look decorating his handsome face.

“Teresa? Wha—” 

“She’s fine!” Teresa rushes to assure him, motioning for me to join her on the couch. I pop my head into the frame, wincing as I see how swollen and puffy my face is. Gally’s forehead immediately creases upon seeing me, obviously still worried when he sees the tear stains on my cheeks.

“Babe, are you okay?” he asks. Teresa silently asks if I want to take the phone, but I shake my head. My hands are still slightly shaky, and holding the phone is an added stressor. Teresa understands and angles the phone towards me.

“Yeah, I’m okay, don’t worry,” I whisper, my boyfriend’s shoulders relaxing only slightly. “I just had a bit of a meltdown. Teresa found me and helped me calm down.” Gally’s eyebrows soften, his mouth tilting down in a sympathetic frown.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “What happened?”

“I just miss you,” I mumble sheepishly after a second’s pause. It seems kind of silly once I admit it out loud, and I start to duck my face away when Gally gets my attention.

“Hey, (Y/N), (Y/N),” he says, waiting until I’ve turned back to him before continuing, “You don’t need to feel embarrassed. I miss you, too, okay? I miss you so much. You don’t need to feel ashamed for struggling.” He waits for me to respond, and I nod slightly. Truth be told, just hearing his voice has made me feel better; stronger. There’s something about his comforting, strong tone that soothes me. Just his voice can make me truly believe in myself. I swear, this man could make me believe anything as long as he says it aloud. 

“Thank you for picking up,” I smile, finding my mood lightening as a grin finds its way back onto his face. “Seeing you helped.” Gally blushes slightly, rubbing a hand along his chin.

“I’m glad I could help, baby.” Offscreen, someone gruffly commands him to get back to work, and he mutters an apology before turning back to the screen. “I’m sorry, but I have to go. But call me if you need anything, okay?” I nod, trailing my eyes over his freckles one more time as he thanks Teresa for taking care of me and then hangs up.

“It helped?” she asks, as if double-checking to make sure I truly am feeling better.

“Yeah,” I grin sheepishly. “You know what you’re talking about.” With a roll of my eyes, I joke, “You should be a counselor for a living. At this rate, you’re better than me at my own job!” Teresa just laughs.

“Well, now that you’ve cracked a joke, I know you’re feeling better.” She pulls me into a hug, and I gladly return it, silently wondering how I got blessed with such an amazing best friend.

“Hey, I’m here for you,” she reminds me one more time as she leaves, her meticulous check-ins a promise for the next few days.

“I know,” I assure her. “I promise I’ll call if I need to.”

“Good,” she says, smiling as she waves. “I love you, babes!” 

“I love you, too, Tes!” Feeling a bit lighter, I wave back as I close my front door.

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“𝗜 𝗖𝗔𝗡’𝗧—I can’t take this,” I stutter the next day, wide-eyed at the wad of cash Teresa is currently shoving into my hands. Brenda and Sonya are flanking her on either side with looks that imply they’re attempting to telepathically convince me to take the money. 

“Yes, you can,” Teresa sighs exasperatedly. “Like I already told you, it’s the money we were going to spend on your celebration pooled together. But we all know you’d rather spend your birthday with Gally, and we want you to be able to, so we’re giving you the money for that plane ticket you couldn’t afford. It would be a waste to throw you a party you don’t want to be at. Helping you see your boyfriend is a much better use of that money. We all agreed.” Brenda and Sonya both nod, Teresa shoving the cash even further into my palms. I take it shakily, counting silently as I gape at them. “But—but this is nine hundred bucks! I can’t—I can’t take this, I’m sorry!” 

“Don’t be sorry!” Brenda sighs. “Just take the money! It’s our birthday present for you!” I look back and forth between my three best friends, realizing that there is no way they’re letting me reject the money. But it feels so weird having this many fifties weighing heavily in my grasp. 

“Please take it,” Sonya says softly, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. “We want you to be able to go see Gally. We want you to enjoy this birthday. You’ll be giving a gift to us by making this impulsive choice to do what makes you happy.” My resistance gets melted away by her words, knowing that this was their tactic all along. Get (Y/N) all toughened up to the ‘just take it’ ruse and then let Sonya slip under her defenses when she least expects it. But I’m not annoyed by it. Instead, I let Teresa close my fist over the cash.

Immediately, the three start cheering, but before I can even blink, they’ve moved on from celebrating and are pushing me towards my laptop where, just as I’m sure Teresa suspected, the flights from Denver to Chicago are still pulled up. Teresa obviously asked Gally to share his flight information with her, because she seems to have it memorized as she scans the flights. 

“Alright, here’s the best one,” she announces after a few minutes of looking. “United, nonstop, leaving at 9:30 a.m. MT and arriving at 12:56 p.m. CT. It’s in the same terminal as Gally’s flight, and he lands at 2:23 p.m. CT, so that gives you a little over an hour to get to his gate and wait for him. Sounds good?” I nod wordlessly, still slightly in shock over the way my best friends have handled this so nonchalantly, as if their friend flying across the country on a day’s notice is just a normal part of their lives. 

Sonya pulls me towards my room as Brenda takes the stack of cash back from me, mumbling that Teresa insisted they have it for show but was just planning on Venmoing the cash to me. I laugh at our friend’s antics before following an impatient Sonya, who grabs my suitcase from my closet and starts making a list of what I should pack.

“We’re not buying you a return flight,” she explains, “because we didn’t know how long you’d want to stay, and we figured you didn’t know either. Just bring your work stuff and you can work from Gally’s apartment, and use the rest of the money to buy a return ticket when you decide to come back.” I shake my head in awe at the schemes of my friends, who have obviously thought of every single anxiety I could have because of this plan and have set out to refute them. 

With Sonya helping me pack, a task that would usually take me at least three hours, two cups of coffee, and a panic attack is done in under one hour, no coffee or panic attacks in sight. While I wouldn’t have minded the coffee, the no panic attack part is nice, and I decide I can live without those two cups of coffee if it means my peace of mind is intact. 

And the next morning when Teresa drops me off at the airport, my medicine taken and an ample breakfast eaten, the nervous butterflies in my stomach don’t feel scary. In fact, they feel almost…exciting. And I feel crazy for doing this; for flying halfway across the country to surprise my boyfriend so I can kiss him on my birthday, but I also feel so alive.

And today, the idea of living doesn’t seem as scary anymore.

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𝗔𝗦 𝗜 wait at my gate and sip my Starbucks latte, I answer the countless birthday texts I have already received, smiling at the overflow of love from people I talk to everyday and people I barely even know. It’s funny, knowing that there are people out there who remember my birthday but don’t talk to me otherwise. Some might feel disheartened at the idea, but I just giggle quietly to myself, wondering if I’m going crazy for feeling so lighthearted. 

Maybe it’s the adrenaline, I think to myself. The adrenaline from doing something so stupid and yet so exciting. Shrugging to myself, I take another large gulp of coffee, finally getting to the text from Gally. I saved it for last, knowing it would be the best one. And sure enough, as I read the message, I feel happy tears pricking my eyes. As always, he’s sweet; sappy, even, but his message also holds the serious intensity that he always has around him. It’s like an aura, telling those around him that he does everything fully and completely, never giving only half of his effort. That intensity is probably why I love reading texts from him over and over. Even if it’s a simple good morning, his texts always seem to scream I love you from between the lines.

I text Gally back, thanking him for the love he’s sent zipping along telephone lines, across the country and all the way to me. I suck the last dregs of liquid from my Starbucks cup, finally accepting that the beverage is gone as the gate attendant calls for Boarding Group 1. I find myself bouncing from foot to foot, realizing once again that I’m really doing this. I can’t bring myself to sit down as I wait for my group to be called, instead standing by the gate’s charging station, fidgeting like I’m about to run the 100 meter dash. By the time I’m boarding, I’m breathing heavily like I just sprinted up Pikes Peak. Whether from nerves or excitement, I can’t really tell, but it’s enough that the flight attendant touches my arm as she checks the cabin. 

“Ma’am, are you okay?” I look up in surprise before giving her a quick grin. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just nervous.” 

She smiles empathetically. “Is it your first time flying?”

“No. I’m flying out to surprise my boyfriend, and I guess I’m just hoping it all works out like I planned,” I explain. 

At this, I receive an even bigger grin from the flight attendant, who thinks that is just—“the most adorable thing ever!” I nod along, unsure whether I’m actually smiling or just masking my anxiety. Either one is a plausible explanation, and I’m pumped so full of adrenaline that all of my emotions currently feel interchangeable. 

I spend the entirety of take-off nervously fiddling with the little screen in front of me, trying to distract myself. Once we’re at a constant altitude, the flight attendants offer drinks, and I ask for a ginger ale, my go-to drink on airplanes. It calms me down, the comforting security of it helping me stay rational. Unfortunately, the ginger ale combined with my anxious thoughts cause my bladder to reach its limit quite quickly. 

I hate the little bathrooms on airplanes. So loud, so claustrophobic, so turbulent. It’s like trying to pee while in the middle of an earthquake. But my bladder isn’t playing games today, and the last thing I want to do is ignore it and then pee myself. The intrusive thoughts fight to take over as I rush through the motions, washing my hands as quickly as possible, but I stave them off and make it back to my seat in one piece.

The remaining hour until landing is the longest hour of my life.

When we finally touch down and taxi to our gate, all of the tension that has built up inside me feels ready to explode, but I hold it in, knowing that I can let it all out once I see Gally. It’s barely even occurred to me that I’m a year older now—that it’s my birthday—because all I can think about is getting to hold my boy. 

I almost trip getting off the plane, too busy checking his flight’s progress and landing gate. His flight is still an hour and thirty minutes out, giving me more than enough time to go to the bathroom, get some food, and wait for him. I pull my suitcase behind me, so glad I decided to take everything in my carry-on, as I’m now realizing that baggage claim is outside the secure area of the airport. I break free from the flow of traffic heading in that direction, redirecting towards the bathroom.

One bathroom trip, makeup refresher, and food court scavenger hunt later, I’m standing against a column at Gally’s gate, drinking my second Starbucks latte of the day. Normally, I wouldn’t let myself indulge like this, but it’s my birthday, so I feel justified. I even treat myself to a slice of sweet bread, too. I’m too anxious to eat a full lunch. Besides, I’m sure Gally will be happy to get lunch on our way back to his apartment. He’s always willing to eat, no matter the time of day.

I’m trying my best not to look suspicious. There’s a flight leaving from this gate after Gally’s flight arrives, so I blend in, but my leg is bouncing nervously and my hands are shaking slightly. I’m a naturally energetic person, but the fidgeting increases exponentially when I’m either excited or nervous. Right now, I’m both.

Thankfully, no one seems to notice me or think I’m behaving weirdly. I’m simply overthinking, like I often do. At least it passes the time. I only have thirty minutes left to wait.

I run back to Starbucks and buy another latte. It’s gone within ten minutes, my anxious energy prompting me to gulp it down like I’m dying of thirst. Then I’m running to the bathroom again, bladder shouting angrily at me for the caffeine abuse I’ve been subjecting it to. It’s unpleasant, but it kills more time. 

Ten minutes to go. I’m staring at my phone, Gally’s flight details pulled up, reloading the page over and over in hopes that magically, they’ll teleport and be here instantly. With anyone else, I wouldn’t be this obsessive; impatient, but it’s Gally. I could obsess over Gally for days on end with all the love overflowing from my heart. So I pass three minutes refreshing the page persistently, watching the minutes countdown.

I let out a quiet, barely there gasp when my phone screen tells me he’s landed. I can barely contain my excitement, nervous energy causing me to wiggle my hips like a rhythmically challenged dancer. His plane is on the ground, taxiing over, right to where I’m waiting. He’s going to walk through that gate, and I’m going to see his beautiful face, and I’m going to run and jump into my boyfriend’s arms.

All of a sudden, doubt crashes into me like a fucking tidal wave. What if he doesn’t want to see me? What if this is weird, and he’s going to be all awkward about it? What if this was one huge fuck-up? I can feel myself starting to spiral, starting to lose touch with the confidence I’ve been channeling all day. The panic has started to grow, and it surges through my veins, reaching to the tip-top of the cliff that is followed by a plunge off the deep end. Thankfully, though, with only a few minutes to spare before my boyfriend gets off his plane, a little girl in a princess dress bumps into me, hard, causing my knees to buckle and my head to snap out of the spiral it’s in. 

I catch myself against the trusty column I’m leaning against, looking down to find a young girl, maybe six, wearing an Elena of Avalor dress-up costume with a stuffed animal that looks like some kind of leopard with bird wings. 

“Amity!” her mother scolds her, ordering her to apologize for bumping into me. Amity looks up at me with big, brown doe eyes and a huge, genuine grin.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am,” she chirps. I smile back, making eye contact with her mom, before crouching down to her level and holding out a hand to shake.

“I forgive you. I’m (Y/N). Want to know something?” Amity shakes my hand, grinning widely, before looking at her mom as if to make sure it’s okay to talk to me. Her mom gives a gentle nod, a kindness in her eyes as they meet mine. “Well, Amity, you actually helped me just now. I was feeling super duper nervous and it was making me get shaky and worried. But then you bumped into me, and I saw your smile, and it made me feel a lot better!” 

I can tell Amity’s mother is touched, and I make sure to assure her that I’m doing better. That Amity’s little scuffle with my legs was truly helpful. And then Amity and her mom are on their way, Amity’s tight hug and whisper of “You look like a princess” giving me the last boost of confidence I need.

Right as I finish waving goodbye to the adorable little girl, I hear the sounds of passengers starting to come down the jetway. I suck in a sharp breath, making sure my small suitcase and jacket are safe by the column before stepping closer to the junction between gate and jetway, watching passengers closely as they start to trickle into the airport. 

It’s no surprise that I can pick Gally out of the crowd immediately after he walks out of the jetway, his head easily peeking over every other passenger. He doesn’t see me at first, focused on trying not to trample the small toddler whose family is trying desperately to get him to behave as they walk in front of my boyfriend.

I wait until he’s right there, just the toddler’s family in front of him, to call his name. “Gally!” His head snaps up, eyes scanning the surrounding area before settling on me, his jaw going slack, falling open in surprise as the toddler’s family quickly moves out of the way. 

It’s like we’re living in slow motion, the way I watch Gally’s backpack slide out of his hand and hit the floor with a thump, his look of shock morphing into a state of joyous disbelief, as if he’s not sure he’s truly seeing me. He looks frozen in this state, unable to move towards me, but I don’t care. I’m already running up to him, happy tears gathering in my eyes as I jump into Gally’s arms, my head burying itself in his neck before I lean up to kiss him with all the pent-up love, tension, and nerves that have been coursing through my body all day.

His lips are warm just like they always are, soft and full and inviting as we kiss passionately; shamelessly, right in front of everyone waiting to board their flight. I can’t bring myself to care, anxiety nowhere to be found now that I’m here. In his arms. Held tightly, kept safe, flooded with warmth, just like I’m supposed to be. 

He pulls away first, still in shock as he scans my face, as if expecting to find some imperfection that reveals me as a doppelganger. “Baby—” he chokes out, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes, my own tears rolling down my cheeks. “Baby, you’re here.” He lets out a giddy, confused laugh, cupping my cheek with his hand as he wipes the remnant saltwater away with his thumb. 

“You’re—you’re here. In Chicago,” he repeats, putting my feet back on the floor so I can stand there with my arms around his neck, his other hand coming up to cup my other cheek. “You’re—it’s your birthday!” he says, and I can’t tell if it’s another reason he’s confused I’m here, or if it’s just an observation. Well, probably both, so I just giggle.

“Yes, Gally, it’s my birthday.” 

“But—did you—when did you get here?” he asked, bewildered, a lovestruck, excited smile lighting up his whole face. I run my hands through his hair, admiring his gentleness as he cradles my face in his palms.

“An hour and a half ago, I think. I’m not sure the exact timing,” I shrug. He gasps.

“You flew on your birthday?” I give him an odd look. 

“Yes…why? Is that illegal or something?” Gally chuckles through the joy-filled tears still drifting down his face every once in a while.

“No, baby. I just thought—most people wouldn’t be willing to fly or even be at an airport on their birthdays. Don’t you have cool stuff to do? Fun people to see?” I shake my head, pulling him as close as I can, our lips hovering inches apart. 

“You’re the only person I wanted to see. This is my birthday present.”

Gally’s eyes water even more as he presses his forehead to mine, running his hands through my hair. “Baby, I—” He pulls away to wipe a tear from his eye and then leans back down, pressing a gentle peck to my forehead, “I love you so much.” 

“I love you even more, Gally,” I whisper back, staring into his teary eyes with my watery own. He chuckles, shaking his head.

“Not possible.”

“It is, too,” I giggle, still whispering as I press a kiss to his lips, “and I’m the birthday girl, so you have to let me win the arguments today.” 

“Oh, that’s how that works,” Gally laughed, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Well, I suppose I can let you win this one, since you did fly all the way to Chicago on your birthday.”

“Oh, but that was selfish,” I smiled. “I wanted to see you. I needed to see you. It was purely selfish.” Gally just hugged me tighter, pressing kisses to the top of my hair as he admitted quietly,

“Well, I needed to see you, too. I needed to have you in my arms.” I relax into the warmth of my boyfriend’s chest, the material of his hoodie tickling my nose. I endure it because it smells like him, and that makes it the most calming aroma in the world. 

“Being in your arms is all I need. You are all I need,” I whisper. 

I kiss him again, a loving, sweet kiss, reveling in the presence and taste of my boyfriend, a sense of peace and safety wrapping its warm arms around me. 

Nothing else matters in this moment. Not my job, or my life in Denver, or my birthday. All that matters is that I am here, in my boyfriend’s arms. In Gally’s arms.

Right where I’m supposed to be.

the end

[antclotz]

I Am the Walls

A/n: Little blurb for Johnny and Cassie that came to me in a dream. Also, I had MK11 Johnny in mind, but in the dream it was MK1. Either one works. Boop!

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You and Johnny have been doing this parenting shtick for over a year now. You both could confidently say that you were good parents, very sleep deprived, but good parents nonetheless.

So one day, you and Johnny both had a day off. As mentioned before, you and Johnny were heavily sleep deprived and you probably should've just slept, but you both wanted to spend as much time with your daughter. It was worth losing a few braincells anyway. The three of you were in Cassie's playroom. Johnny sat with Cassie on his lap at the end of the pink slide, he was playing with her chubby little hands. You smiled at the sight, taking out your phone to take a picture. You took a couple of videos and pictures, those were gonna go on the wall later. As you admired the sight in front of you, Johnny laughed jovially and loudly which startled Cassie. He apologizes through laughter, "Sorry, peanut." He laughs hard once more, this time, Cassie joined in on him. You take another picture, Cassie didn't know why she was laughing, and you didn't either. Your little family laughed like a pack of hyenas.

Johnny swiped at the tears that formed in his eyes as the laughter died down, he pets Cassie's hair back and takes a breath in. You grinned at him, "So, wanna tell me what that was about?" Johnny chuckles again, a smile forming on his face. "Babe, I think we should all have a big sleepover after this. Because you're gonna think I'm crazy." You waited patiently for your husband to continue, Johnny takes his sweet time. He bounces Cassie on his knee as he gets lost in thought. You wave a hand in front of his face, "Hey, what's up?" There was an air of concern in your voice, for all you knew it could've been serious.

"Hm? Oh, right. Why I laughed like a maniac. Well, darling, it was because I look like the wall." Johnny points to the pastel green walls. You furrowed your brows, "Really?" Johnny nods, pointing at his tight shirt and pants. "I am the walls, babe." You start laughing again, "That's stupid!" Johnny laughs with you, Cassie claps her hands in joy. "I know!" Johnny says, "I think we all need to go to sleep. I'm losing it, babe. Cassie, we've tired you enough right?" Johnny asks the baby seriously, who responds with a yawn as if she understood completely. Johnny nods, "Yeah, you're sleepy too aren't you?" Little Cassie drops her head on Johnny's shoulder. You stood up and helped Johnny up, the three of you went to the master bedroom. Johnny was the first to go on the bed, he laid Cassie gently between your pillows. He admires her sleeping face with a soft smile, he kisses her temple and lays down on his side of the bed.

"Your turn, babe." Johnny smirks playfully, you roll your eyes lovingly at the man and lay down on your side of the bed. You rested your head on your pillow immediately. With a deep sigh, you shut your eyes. You grabbed Johnny's hand and linked your fingers together. You two were a great couple, but the only thought in the both of your heads was sleep.

And so, the Cage family slept contentedly for the rest of the morning.

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A/n: my second time publishing a fic, it's weird. This is more of a blurb. But oh well, WE NEED MORE FLUFFY FAMILY STUFF GUYS‼️‼️‼️

[tribalauthor]

Unfinished Business

(roman reigns × y/n one-shot)

warnings: unprotected sex, public place (being caught), a bit of fluff and comedy

word count: 2.8k

summary: y/n and roman haven't had sex in a while and they decide to have fun in the locker room but suddenly they are interrupted.

It's Friday night and you know what this means. It's Smackdown day. I am chilling in the locker room with my husband, Roman Reigns aka Smackdown's daddy.

We are having an appearence later because Road to Wrestlemania started and we have a lot of things we need to clear to the crowd.

I say "we" because after all, we are The Tribal Chiefs around here and the stuff that is going on with Cody, Seth and Triple H is confusing yet angering the hell out of me and Roman because we just like the things to go our way.

Our TV was turned on and we were watching the other superstars.

"Watching".

"I'm bored." I yawned "Maybe I should start preparing for later" I said and got up from the black leather couch.

"I have a better idea" Roman replied to me and when I turned to him he had this devilish smirk he always does when he wants something. And I know damn well what he wants right now.

After all the stress we are experiencing and the start of the Wrestlemania season, we haven't had time for intimacy, you know? Things have been heated and with the Rock's unexpected return, even more.

I bit my lower lip staring at him with hungry eyes.

"I miss you, Y/N." my husband said with a nostalgic tone in his voice. "Come on, right here, right now is the right time. Just like the old days. I miss your body like crazy.

"You don't need to tell me twice, baby" I took off my red satin robe which I usually wear when I'm here. My black Calvin Klein underwear was revealed and didn't wait a second to jump onto my man's lap.

We attacked each other's lips like hungry animals, exchanging wet and sloppy kisses which made me want more and more of him. You could hear the neediness in our moans as well.

Suddenly I interrupted this beautiful moment, out of breath, I took off his black T-shirt and when his beautiful upper body was revealed to me, I started kissing his neck down to his shoulder while Roman had his big hands gripping on my ass tightly.

I also felt something rising beneath me.

"Tribal Chief is so ready, I see" I laughed in between the kisses.

"He is always ready for his Chieftess" Roman said with his low voice, looking at me with the look of hunger and lust which it never changed ever since the day we got together.

Usually, we'd tease each other to make things more fun and interesting but lately, we've been so deprived of each other's bodies that no games mattered now.

We only just want to collide right here and right now.

I smirked and started taking off his pants and in the meantime he unclipped my bra and now my bare breasts are exposed to him

"I missed them too" he bit his lips and out of the sudden, he lifted me up, slamming me on the couch.

I gasped due to the shock of the sudden change of positions. Although he tends to do this always, abusing his strength of a literal god-like superhero, or must I say supervillain, lifting me up as if I'm a feather, he always chooses the moment when I least expect and catches me up by surprise.

Roman started leaving wet kisses all over my neck, going to my chest, licking every single inch of my almost naked body and I swear to God, my panties are soaked already, like I just got out of the swimming pool or something.

It's crazy, the effect he has on me.

He now got to my belly and I arched my back from the electricity his mouth and tongue is sending through my whole body. All of this with the unison of my soft yet breathy moans.

My husband ran his hand through my lingerie and let out a deep chuckle.

"My wife is so damn wet, already, huh" he teased.

"And my husband's boxers are about to rip off soon, if he doesn't put his dick inside of me" I snapped back but with a slight annoyance in my voice due to the fact that he still is not inside of me.

This led him to laugh even more but in order to prevent that, he pressed his lips.

"Always with the attitude. That's why I love you." he whispered and started taking off his black boxers.

Then he grabbed me again by my hips, shocking the hell out of me and put me over him, making sure he provides an abrupt entrance in my temple.

This sudden intertwining led us both moan loudly in unison.

"I so missed this" I yelled out while doing slow circular motions and then I continued moaning while Roman was kissing my neck.

"Not more than me, baby." he said through the kisses.

His hands squeezing my ass cheeks suddenly moved up on my hips and started moving me around in a faster motion.

"If we continue like this..." I said through my heavy breaths "...I'm gonna cum faster than you think".

"This is what we get for leaving ourselves out of shape, Y/N." Roman said through his grunts.

I felt that I was near, just before the explosion I was about to experience, however, someone pierced through the room abruptly which, of course, startled the hell out of me and Roman. I quickly leaned onto him in order to cover my chest.

We looked at the door and there was Nick Aldis, the General Manager of Smackdown. I literally froze but Roman reacted quickly and covered my ass with his T-shirt.

"Y/N, Grayson just called you to go on his show. Now." Nick was standing there, so unbothered as if he just didn't interrupt the very much anticipated sex me and Roman were having. This man has no emotions at all.

"Tell Grayson to fuck off and leave me have my time with my wife" Roman snapped at our boss. The annoyance in his voice can be heard even by the deaf. "Who does he think he is, huh? And who do you think YOU are for coming to MY locker room without knocking?"

"Roman, you can always have fun with your wife. Business first, remember?" Nick was still completely unfazed by what's going on at the moment.

"Nah, my wife always comes first. But you wouldn't get it since you can't keep a woman" Roman scoffed at Aldis. He despises him to his bones and I don't like him too since he is trying to steal our authority.

"Okay, Nick, give me two minutes and I'm coming out." I promised.

He just sighed and got out of the room.

"Let's make this quick" I smirked getting closer to Roman's face, kissing his lips. I could feel his lingering anger caused by Aldis in his rather aggressive kisses and thrusts.

"So you will actually go to that fool, huh?" Roman growled, his eyes darkened from jealousy.

I chuckled and removed the rubber band from his tied hair, and now it's all down.

"Don't worry, I'll make him learn" I assured him and after a few bounces I felt the ecsatic feeling, the orgasm that me and him were craving for for God knows how long.

These sweet seconds which made us even closer everytime. These sweet seconds that keep us alive.

Our moans echoed through the enormous locker room and the others next to us, some people might have heard us but do I give a damn? No. Roman? Even less.

I felt the warmth of his juices inside of me and I put my head backwards, groaning from that intoxicating sensation.

When I looked at my man, he was all caught up in the moment. His hair was messy and he was biting his lower lip, deep grunts coming out of him.

And we stood there for seconds staring at each other in ecstacy, hot, deep breaths coming out of our mouths.

I leaned to kiss his sweaty forehead.

"Time to go" I said and got up from his lap and reached my hand to take robe from the end of the couch, putting it on my naked body.

"Just so you know, you come back here and we continue." he also started putting his clothes on. "I, for sure, ain't finished with you and I am totally beating Grayson's ass for this...and Nick's" my husband still looks salty from all that happened.

I find it exciting, if you ask me. I felt so hot being caught having sex with my man and now I'm gonna make things even more heated when I go out there.

"Was this supposed to be a threat for me, baby?" I asked him.

"Is this how you are going out"? Roman completely ignored my question and furrowed his eyebrows looking at me from head to toe.

"Well, I have no time" I tried to fix my hair and tried to make myself look like I'm not freshly fucked but I don't think I can hide that.

I will also go out completely natural since I had no time to put my make up on.

I swiftly put on my black high heels, blew an air kiss to Roman and got out.

I met Nick on my way to the arena.

"Commercials are almost over, Y/N. Let's go." Nick motioned his head and I followed him.

After my music started playing I got in the arena, the crowd was cheering for me. They always do when me and my man appear but the second we start talking...

I saw a lot of surprised and confused faces because of my look obviously.

I marched to the ring and Grayson seemed impressed. He doesn't know who he is dealing with.

"Next time you want me on your show, Grayson, make sure you say it earlier. I'm a busy tribal chieftess" I got in the ring. " I had no time to prepare, yall see.

"I don't think they complain." Grayson looked at me with his greasy smirk. "Tampa, do you like this natural look of the Tribal Chieftess?"

Everyone chanted "yeah".

"I appreciate it, Tampa." I smiled fakely. "And you, Grayson, better be careful of what you do and what you say because your tribal chief is very pissed right now."

"Why?" Grayson acted shocked.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I was chilling in the locker room with my husband...you know and suddenly Nick Aldis pierces through the room, interrupting us, saying that Grayson Waller wants me on his show" I made a confused face and everyone seemed thrilled, knowing damn well what I'm talking about. "Out of nowhere".

"In other words, tribal chiefs were having tribal sex and I interrupted them" Grayson concluded and started laughing then the crowd followed him.

I rolled my eyes and pressed my lips, trying to hide my smirk.

"Not quite interrupted but yeah" I spoke. "Ask what you wanna ask, let's finish this quick because Roman is waiting for me" I pointed my thumb behind me. "He is this close to whooping your ass, by the way." I demonstrated with my fingers.

"No, no. Tribal Chief, I'm sorry." Grayson looked to the camera. "Okay? I acknowledge you and everything. We good? I just wanted to bring Y/N over here and ask how she is, cause everyone is like 'How's Roman?, How's Cody?' but they never ask how is the tribal chieftess."

"So is this what you called me for?" I sighed. "I'm not going to answer to you, I'm gonna answer to my people". I turned to the crowd.

"Funny, I see many stuff on the Internet that the Tribal Chieftess is worried that her man is losing his title at Wrestlemania 40 but trust me yall, that's not the case." I laughed and shook my head. "Roman beat Cody once, he will beat him twice, and trice and so on."

The crowd started booing me. That's what they tend to do with me and Roman since we are heels.

"Come on what do y'all expect her to say? She is the Tribal Chief's ride or die." Grayson tried to defend me. "But let's say, Y/N, that Roman loses his title at Wrestlemania. Cody said he wants to take everything from him, not only the championship, so does this mean that if Roman loses, you are going to leave him and go to Cody?"

I chuckled because I expected to be asked this question.

"Grayson, I like you. I really do" I said through my laugh and he seemed deeply impressed by this. "but I told you to be careful" I pouted and shook my head.

"What do you mean" he asked and when he looked behind me there was my husband giving him a right hand and then...multiple right hands back to back.

"Did I warn him, ladies and gentlemen, did I warn him?" I asked the crowd. "If he asked me this, I'm sure some of y'all think like him and I'm gonna give my answer that Cody will never be able to take everything from Roman because Roman has ME. Even if he is not a champion anymore, I am gonna stay by his side because he may not be the undisputed champion, the tribal chief, the head of the table but he will ALWAYS be Roman Reigns.

Suddenly the crowd started cheering. I may be a heel but I'm always loyal to my man and vice versa. That's what people like about us. And they love us as a couple.

Roman reached his hand for the mic, waiting for me to finish and give it to him. He was all grinning after he gave a beating to Grayson.

I gave him the mic.

"Tampa" he growled and the arena was full from the croud cheerings. My man lifted his head up, teasing them a little more. "Acknowledge me" this catchphrase has become the ultimate one in this business. Never fails to get a reaction, it just never gets old. And he loved this shit. Getting that reaction from them everytime.

"So Grayson Waller randomly decides he wants my wife on his show and because of that Nick comes to interrupt us while having a bonding time then he dares to ask her if she's gonna leave me...for Cody?" Roman started laughing like a mad man.

"Nah see, I can tell you a lot of things about the stuff that was happening before, you know, Aldis decided to come in." Roman was looking at Grayson who was trying to get on his feet. "All of this, Tampa, made me learn my lesson." My husband looked at the crowd with his index finger up "Gentlemen! Whenever you stay alone with your wife, doesn't matter where you are and what time is is it, make sure the door is locked."

My man made a hand motion of locking the door. I was just sitting there with my hand on my temple because he is going off more than I had in plan.

"If my door was locked, no one would have been able to take me out of my wife. No one." and he continues.

The crowd loved this shit, of course. I'm not even surprised. Sex seems to be everybody's most favorite topic, especially when it comes about the Tribal Chiefs' sex life.

"I'm sure many of you get me, right?" Roman looked at the people with his devilish smirk and winked. After that he wrapped his arm around me, looking at me with admiration.

Everyone started chanting "Kiss". Me and Roman looked around and chuckled from their reactions. I don't remember seeing them like that recently.

We waited for a while, exchanging looks between each other, with biggest grins and then looking at the crowd.

They loved how tough Roman is but when it comes to me, he turns into an absolute softie and vice versa.

After we stared at each other for a while, me and Roman exchanged a sweet kiss that didn't fail to send tingles all over my body.

When we broke the kiss, he caught my arm.

"Okay, Tampa, that was from us tonight. We have unfinished business to do." that were his last words until he dragged me with him.

I just waved at the people and you could hear mixed sounds. Either cheers cause we are cute or boos cause they just can't get enough from us.

The moment we got in the locker room, Roman locked it from behind while glueing his eyes on me.

"So where were we?" he asked with a smirk and a cocked eyebrow.

[dontfindmerain]

HOLA ITS ME AGAIN-

Making out with revivebur-

That’s it.

okay now this i can do ;)

revivebur is the same as wilbur. you know this. just your average, psychopathic, former president. the man you had served through countless battles and never saw as anything more than a good friend.

so why is he so goddamn hot?

maybe it was how roughed up he was, or the smell of cigarette smoke he now seemed to carry with him, or maybe even the trench coat that was folded over his arms, which of course were showing due to the rolled up sleeves of his button down. always those fucking button downs....

so.. how did you end up pinned against a wall of his stupid burger van with his gorgeous lips against yours?

quite easily really, all he had to do was say your name with that authoritative tone and you were already dumbed down. he took note of that immediately of course, softly cooing at you sweetly and luring you into the van before roughly slamming the door shut and shoving you up against the nearest surface. he kissed you with a hunger more intense than anything you had ever seen, which seemed fair considering he's been deprived for thirteen and a half years.

he takes his time at first, simply enjoying the way your lips feel on his. he could do this for hours, gripping your waist and pushing himself against you every so often. It's too bad that he's just too desperate.

"So pretty and all for me, right darling? Yeah? All fucked out and I've barely even touched you, gods you're pathetic," he breathes, harshly pressing his lips against yours, his long fingers wrapping themselves around your neck and squeezing. when you gasp into him he takes advantage and invades your mouth with his tongue. he fucking adores the sounds that pour out of you, so much so he doesn't even realize that his hips are twitching and bucking against yours.

how unfortunate that humans need oxygen, but of course as he pulls away he bites your lower lip, relishing the whine you let out, drawing blood and licking it up before he moves his attention to your neck.

"Well, look at that, it appears there is empty space here. We've got to do something about that, wouldn't you agree, my love? cant have you walking around without everyone knowing that you're mine." the smirk on his face is smug and his tone condescending as he coos, "Oh but don't worry, dear. I have all night."

[gothicscorpiohub]

Lost You 3

Genre: Romantic–Thriller

Pairing: Marvel's Loki x Reader

Summary: A happy ending with a lot of angst in between. Loki and Y/n conclude the tragedy of Thanos.

The air was growing thicker than Loki had ever anticipated. The iron grip at his throat was breaking every ounces of his belief to oppose vulnerability. In vain did he attempted to sway his legs to the way of freedom. He hasn't been so helpless in his lifetime. His mind was fuzzed, full of traffic of thoughts but none could be analysed clearly.

Sounds were heard far away from consciousness, leading into complete deprivation of sounds, replaced by a constant irritable ringing from elsewhere around. His body felt light, like his brain. It was like his body was floating, or perhaps it was. He tried to let his heavy eyelids remain open. With the last much of his strength, he figured an inky black haze forming around his body, enveloping him inside, buzzing warmth embraced him. With the increasing haze around him, the intensity of the grip around his neck decreased into nothingness, leaving a buzzing sensation. His stomach lurched, then his chest, his heartbeat was louder than any other voice. His leg twitched and in no time, he was swirling frantically into a portal he couldn't see, his head as well, was swirling, if he could fight the exhaustion, he was strongly feeling nauseated the feeling stopped just as it started, replacing the uncomfort into a stillness, rather comforting. Blurred as the next few moments were, he captured a glimpse of a total new place, the portal had bought him in, before passing out into nothingness.

"Your Highness, you must be awake."

"...Mmphh" groaned Loki.

"Your Highness!"

Loki jolted up, wide eyed, before the beautiful entity came into his focus. "Y/n," he gasped harshly.

Y/n smiled, as if their life wasn't in mortal danger.

"We've to move. NOW!" He scrambled up the floor, gripping her shoulders tightly, only for her to shake her head reassuringly and cup his face in her hands.

"It's fine your highness, Thanos is gone. We're safe." She spoke softly, sliding a hand on her bulging baby bump and stroking lovingly. Loki opened his mouth to speak, only for his silver tongue to betray him.

She did it. She did what the greatest of the warriors around the universe couldn't. How could he forget about her inevitable strength of a godess and an amazing sorceress?

He slid a hand around the small of he back, other securely wrapped around his unborn baby who'd undoubtedly inherit the wits and strength of it's mother. Rested his head in the crook of her neck. "You never fail to suprise me, darling." He spoke, voice muffled between the hollow of her neck . Y/n stroked his back in assurance "I am flattered"

Loki raised his head to meet her brilliant brown eyes. His own vision blurred by tears. "I love you, Y/n, my better half." With that, he pulled her into a soft-loving kiss.

The End

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Wrote it in fifteen minutes because it's extremely late and I have my annuals to prepare for.

[butmakeitgayblog]

First time Clarke and Lexa slept in the same bed for starlet au?

The first time they sleep in the same bed is surprisingly (?) not the first time they have sex (which I will cover in the next one of these asks I promise 😬 sorry I've had doctor stuff going on I'm getting back on my bullshit)

As we've seen these two moved at roughly the average speed of drifting tectonic plates, so...

No, the first time they literally slept(only sleep) together was the night of their first kiss. Because the thing is, Lexa was so jetlagged, so absolutely emotionally and physically depleted, her eyes were constantly in this state of half-open from the second she's swayed her silly ass in through that door.

What Clarke had initially taken as a romantically forceful kiss - all tender hands and Lexa leaning into her, crowding her against the wall to kiss her more thoroughly - was in reality the tiredness of the poor woman practically rolling off of her in waves of exhaustion (Lexa will refute this the entirety of their relationship every time the story gets told to their friends)

Because Lexa had stayed up for the entirety of her nearly 11 hour flight, right on the heels of an 17 hour shoot day.

So. What Clarke had taken as a loose limbed but robust kind of advance had, in fact, just been the robustly off-kilter slumping of a Lexa who could barely stand on her feet. A rather hazy declaration of her feelings, if you will. But it hadn't taken much more than a pause in the sudden onslaught of Lexa Lips for Clarke to actually get a good a look at her. To see the droopy hang of glassy eyes and the darkened circles that puffed out just beneath them. To see the way Lexa swayed on the spot when not braced on Clarke's hips, her entire body listing this way and that, as though ready to topple over at a stiff gust of wind.

There was something sweet in the absurdity of it.

Naturally Clarke insisted she spend the night. Where Lexa had argued that she couldn't - not like this - because staying wasn't smart or at all a part of her brilliantly un-thought-out plan, Clarke made the very convincing argument of, "shut up, yes you can."

And it was a revelation to learn that tired-Lexa was actually rather agreeable. Much less of a pain in the ass than Lexa with a solid 8 hours of sleep at least. Not to mention, sleepy Lexa was unfathomablly handsy, more so than Clarke would've ever given the girl credit for just from knowing her as... friends. But when she'd told Lexa to follow her to her bedroom, she'd barely made it three feet before those arms had wrapped sure and possessively around her.

From the broken dam of all the kissing or pure sleep deprivation alone, Clarke really didn't know, but for the first time since that day in the waiting room, Lexa wasn't the subdued, collected women Clarke had grown to know. To love, even if she was only willing to admit that fact within the shadows of her own bedroom.

Instead, tired Lexa was a woman who practically draped herself along Clarke's back, swaying with each bow-legged step it took to keep them in such close contact. She was a woman who traced her nose along Clarke's neck and told her how much she had missed the smell of her perfume. Who kissed Clarke's shoulder, the hinge of her jaw and hummed happy noises against her temple. Who let her lips wander to whatever was within reach just to linger on the patch of skin below her ear. She was a women who caressed her hands along Clarke's ribs and hugged her tighter than she could ever remember. As though if she just hugged her tight enough, neither of them would remember all of the reasons why she really should let go.

Which, while lovely to actually feel after so many months of telling herself that this exact thing was everything she'd never need, practically dragging the half-limp pile of gangly limbs that normally made up one(1) Lexa sized person to her bedroom without tripping and injuring them both proved to be a bit of a feat.

The undressing part was even trickier, given sluggish muscles and slow blinking eyes that just watched her every move. Because Lexa was beyond useless through the whole process, apparently content to sit on the edge of Clarke's bed while Clarke fluttered about and fussed over her. But finally, fucking finally, she had Lexa, and all her bits, and even those insanely long legs that proved unwieldy when trying to dress and undress tucked into an oversized sleep shirt and a pair of boxers that actually fit her quite nicely (not that Clarke was looking...)

After that it was rather simple luring Lexa into the actual bed - Clarke's lips acting as a dangling carrot of sorts was more than enough to have Lexa collapsing under the sheets.

It was even more simple scooping her up into Clarke's arms. Not even thinking about it. Just doing it for once in her goddamn life. Because Lexa's kisses had turned to syrup and her lips felt like too-warm butter, and while in any other circumstance having a girl half fall asleep while kissing her would've been mortifying, it just made Clarke's heart squeeze even tighter. So instead she just pulled Lexa closer and did her best to comb through the wild curls of her hair. She listened to her breathing turn more even. Felt her heart go slow and steady where it's beating pressed snuggly against her own.

She never would admit this in all of their years together, but Clarke didn't end up sleeping a wink that night. Instead she just laid there watched over Lexa sleeping safely in her bed. Chased away any frowns that might've signaled impending bad dreams or nightmares with her lips, pressing hundreds of kisses to Lexa's forehead and cheeks. Kissed every last one of the freckles that dusted the bridge of her nose. Even snuck in a few extra ones, just for her own amusement, because she'd wasted too much time as it was not kissing those ridiculously tiny ears.

[archangeldyke-all]

im 100% gonna assume tumblr ate this ask, or maybe you didn't wanna do it, if not then obvi that's your choice but! i went skating on the 6th- yes I'm still thinking about this- for my baby cousin's birthday and I could not stop thinking about sev with a skating reader

maybe sev has never rollerskated a day in her life, maybe she's already good at it, but ik for sure that once she was good at it she and reader would be that skating couple that be at the rink basically slow grinding around the floor (idk if that happens like... outside of the hood??? but yk like the old heads that be line dancing but in skate, there's the younger or like new adults that be skating all sexy like and shit)

maybe reader works at the skating rink or something and sev comes there regularly on her off days idfk but I need a rollerskating couple reader/sev omggggggg

THIS IS SO .... mARS THIS IS SO CUTE

men and minors dni

sevika can't skate for SHIT

the first time you take her to a rink, she's all cocky. she's seen the videos of couples dancing around the rink, and you took her to a nighttime session-- no kids allowed-- she knows what's coming.

what she doesn't know is that skating's not just something she can pick up like that.

so you're circling her, twirling around in excitement as she laces up, and she stands, thrilled to finally get to grind on you.

and she abruptly eats major shit.

like, legs flailing in the air, ass hitting the ground, completely wipes out.

of course, you start cracking up. she's fine, she's not bleeding or anything, so you have nothing to be worried about (except maybe dying from oxygen deprivation from how hard you're laughing.)

and sevika's on the ground like :O

like she had no idea that skates would be so... slidey.

eventually, you catch your breath, and sevika gets on all fours, slowly pulling herself to standing.

you help her to the rink, and she's literally shaking the entire time. she's got one hand on the wall, one hand on your shoulder, gripping onto you like her life depends on it.

and people and couples are gliding past you as you help sevika slowly slowly circle the ring, and she gets so fucking pissed off and embarrassed because "they make it look so fucking easy!"

if you try to let go of her to do a little lap, she'll freak out, grabbing onto you with both hands and screaming while you pull her away from the wall. she's so dramatic.

anyways, the night is full of sevika pouting as you slowly try to teach her how to move. she's stubborn and clumsy and stiff as shit, and she keeps on falling onto her ass.

you have to keep pressing kisses to her face, pinning her against the tiny half wall and kissing away her pout until she's ready to go for another round.

"this is no fucking fun." she mumbles, pouting.

"this is the best date we've had in months!" you say, giggling against her mouth. she groans.

"that's just 'cause you like seeing me eat shit." she complains. you giggle.

"it's just funny sev! my big tough muscly girlfriend can't skate!" you say. she huffs, and you lean forward to kiss her again. "you know, there's a bar here... and we can always just grind on the carpet." you say. sevika's pout lessens, a little interest sparking in her eye, and you giggle. "but!" you say, and she groans. "you have to promise to come back with me for a few more weeks." you say.

"no fuckin' way!" she cries. you laugh.

"you'll get better if you keep practicing!" you say. she rolls her eyes. "plus, then we can grind like they are." you say, nodding to an old couple who've been running laps around the two of you all night. the old man's got his hands on his lady's hips, and she's got a grin on her face as they skate to the rhythm of the music, occasionally twirling around to press kisses to each other's lips. sevika sighs, admiring the sweet couple, before she looks back at you.

"are there butt pads or somethin' i can wear next time?" she asks. you grin.

"we'll put you in four pairs of boxers-- it'll pad your falls." you say. sevika sighs and then smiles.

"fine. take me to the fuckin' bar." she says. you grin and start slowly skating sevika toward the exit of the rink.

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[blueparadis]

❝ AGAINST THE ROPES ❞ + BYAKUYA KUCHIKI !

( ! )—» f!(dom)reader × switch!byakuya kuchiki, established relationship, Xplicit content { sūb-dōm dynamics, power play, shibari, bdsm themes + play/act , s&m, rope bondage, bdsm terminology } word count ~ 1k | redirect to blog navigation.

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Red ropes entangled along his pecs following a knot into his back at the dip on his waist. Byakuya was seated with his knees kissing the mattress, arms tied at the back. With his blindfold on he was deprived of the beautiful outfit you were wearing tonight, a backless burgundy dress up to your ankles. He was clothed too, in a white shirt and dark burgundy trousers. His hair was loose, with few strands sticking on his temple and warmth pooling under his nape because he had been seated for almost half an hour. His lips part at the sound of your heels fading away.

“Are you comfortable?” You asked walking away to get rid of your stilettoes. Byakuya felt a sharp nudge on his sanity as if someone was poking him with a needle, while you inserted a finger underneath those ropes that aligned with his bulge. “Or is it too tight?” you chimed, yet he did not respond. He just huffed. His collar button was undone giving you a sneaky view of his toned collarbones.

His jaw hardens as your fingers trace along his thighs. “it’s just tight.” he utters coyly biting the inner flesh of his lower lip trying to hide his bashful smirk.

“seems perfect to me.” you kiss the corner of his lips, then onto his neck while your fingers travel down to his chest to unbutton his shirt.

“Do you know what I'm wearing?” You retreat from peppering kisses on his neck and hunch down to reach his belt. “Well. . . Take a guess,” you unbuckle his belt, and pull down the zipper. He feels a light graze of your fingers against his hard-on.

“I don't know. . .maybe nothing. You didn't give me a chance to look” he mutters under his breath knowing full well that if he tilts his head to a side he could easily kiss all the way down to your collarbones. He can hear your soft breathing, smells the cologne, and the jingle of your hoop earrings.

You hunch down a little more, aligning your mouth with his. You are teasing him, he knows you are. He cannot fall for your tricks. That is the main reason why he landed in this predicament. You said he would have a better time if you were to take the wheel for tonight; Secretly, he swore that there would be no more after this. He simply could not resist the urge, to be the first to test those brand-new ropes on.

“No,” you whispered. “I’m wearing the dress you gifted me.” with a swift pull the belt came into your hand. Byakuya could feel his patience ticking off. He has thought of you wearing that dress, fucking you in it, at his cabin but now that you are wearing it he cannot see you even if he wishes to. You noticed him looking in your way, lips parted waiting for you to take them as your breath fanned against his mouth.

The only thought ravaging his mind was to hold your hands above your head, pinning you to the wall and marking all over your nape while you face the wall. Byakuya's hands felt tight, wrists aching as he heard a low chuckle from you. His body jolted, coming out of his fantasy of fucking you in his office as his belt hit the floor. “Untie me, please.” he quipped. No, he almost sounded like he begged. “let me see you . . . ”

“Oh well. That can be done surely.” You walked towards him while he kept moving his head as if he could see you. You tucked a few loose strands behind his warm ear lobes, tracing your fingers from his temple up to his chin. “When we're done —when I'm done playing with you, we'll have to attend the party we've been invited to.” You caresses his jaw and gave it a nudge, he was quick to follow. He stood up and turned around as you guided him so that you could sit at the edge of the bed.

“You can see me there. Where everyone else would be seeing. You and me.” The moment your words fell from your mouth, his jaw clenched while your lips latched onto the tip of his cock. You circle the tip of your tongue around the tip of his cock, kissing it gently, licking off the pre-cum off his fat tip. He is being patient more than his limit already; now all you are doing is testing his sanity.

The fact that his hands are tied, he cannot hold your face, and shove his cock inside your mouth makes it harder for him not to give in. He has imagined where and how you would touch the moment his eyes were covered but now he may not feel the warmth of your mouth. He might just cum if you continue to tease him more with occasional rubbing on his shaft.

But that is not the only thing that infuriates him. You are about to blow him, wearing his favorite dress and all he can do is stand like a statue, see you when you would be smiling among other men and women drowning in those neon lights. Why? He should be the one to see you in that dress, not anyone else.

You took his cock inside your mouth giving it strong sucks, squelching noises filling the room accompanied by his ragged intake of breath. He is trying his best to hold but his thighs spread apart, hips buck up and an exasperated moan escapes from his mouth coming undone all over your dress.

“Ah! Tsk tsk tsk. You ruined the dress.” you coaxed with utmost calm removing the blindfold from his face. At last, he could see you — barely clad, only in flimsy lingerie set. His eyes searched the surroundings but there was no sign of that dress. “Why are your eyes roaming everywhere else when I'm right in front of you? ” you chimed undoing his knots and binds.

“You lied to me.” Eyebrows congested, switching on to your belly where most of his cum spread, hands caging you in almost instantaneously as soon as it was free. You ran your fingers over his nape, watching him close his eyes and savor your touch but only for a moment. You inclined towards him, almost grazing his lips, whispering, “And, I'm willing to pay for it.” you looked into his eyes feeling his hands grasp onto your waist strongly.

A hard slap landed on your hips making you moan sharply. Byakuya flipped you over at ease. who would say that man was under bondage for almost an hour? His hands reached your entrance while the other wrapped around your tummy smearing the cum all over your tummy. “You're so wet, love,” pushing you onto the bed he rasped, “But you're gonna have to bear with it. Just a little longer.”

@tokyometronetwork @underratedcharactercorner

[jiminsass-istant]

How i view all bts duos (crack filled)

(somehow gets crazier as you go down, also minors dni 🚫)

Warning: draft had been sitting for long/written in a sleep deprived state/forgot that tumblr has image limit/will get me cancelled if anyone takes this seriously/this is pure self-indulgence.

Jikook- "We live under each other's skin and there's nothing you can do about it"

Taekook-" We are dude bros bound by shared love for jimin and gaming"

Vmin- "we'll roleplay every AU possible so you have more prompts for ao3"

Minimoni- "he's cute because he's small"+" he's cute because he's big"

Sope- "He makes me wanna be a better man" + (unpopular opinion but sope would be a great sun and moon duo too)

Yoonmin- "We mostly fight, but if you heard the most heart-clenching compliment slip in, pretend you never heard it."

Jihope- "We are each other's light in the dark" (pink and purple lights to be specific)

Namkook- "He doesn't know i have his shrine at home" (jk pov)+" He doesn't know I've legally adopted him" (rm pov)

Taejin- "We are individually pretty hetero, but together we are pretty gay"

Jinkook - "He's my brother, so I can beat the shit out of him, and I am the only one who can."

Jinmin - "Come here my precious, I'll laugh at all your jokes and cuddle you"

2seok- "We can single handedly bring about world peace just by basking in each other's presence"

Yoonjin- "You're older, so you'll have to baby me" (yoongi pov) + "You are only 3 months older, I can drop the honorifics "( also yoongi POV)

Taegi - "I'll smother you with love till you love me back" (Tae POV) + "That's enough!!! Ffs" *still holding hands* (yoongi POV) - <My 3rd fav ship, btw>

Namgi - "What happened in the studio that late night, stays in the studio" + "anyway, we've known each other for 13 years"(yoongi pov) +"hyung, can we talk about that night-" (rm) "DID I MENTION 13 YEARS??"(yoongi)

Yoonkook- Lovers in HYYH but died and reborn as father son duo in next life.

OR

"I would produce your entire album if sc00ter wasn't in the way"

OR

"He doesn't know I've legally adopted him" (because namgi legal husbands)

Namseok- "Our relationship is not for the cameras. You can probably tell by the way I BAWLED after jhope enlisted" (rm pov)

Namjin- "He lets me practice my pick up lines on him, if he gets a little flustered, it's not my faul- JIMIN STOP WITH THE SMOOCH SOUNDS"

Hopekook- Kangaroo(hobi) and the baby(jk) in its pouch

Taejoon- Fanboy turned boyfriend (tae)

Vope- "Was the kiss good? Was my dance good? Have i been a good boy?"(tae pov) +"I raised him well (as my perfect sub)" (hobi pov)

This is me btw, if you even care:

[starstruckwillows]

♡ good cop, bad cop - n.w ♡

requested by 🐍<3 i absolutely love this, may be my favourite thing i've written in ages

nancy wheeler x fem!reader, tired!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, set before s4, exhaustion, suggestive?

nancy steps in when you're about to fall asleep standing

dustin had started the cop analogy.

in reference to the four older kids that babysat them, there were two pairs. robin and steve, you and nancy. between the two former, there was no distinction. but all the kids agreed that you were good cop, nancy was bad cop.

which is why they begged you to take them to the arcade. you were tired already, and you had an essay to finish writing, but then will said, "please, it's my last week before we move!"

funnily enough, that excuse also had you dragged into the cinema, the park, the wheeler's basement, the park again because el left her bag, and then the library.

by the time you'd dropped them all home, your alarm clock read 10.24pm.

you still had an essay to write.

the rising sun cast shadows through your window, pronouncing the dark half-moons stamped beneath your eyes even further. they cast a slope across your nose in the new light, following the hair spread across the desk you'd fallen asleep at, too exhausted to crawl into your own bed.

a knock at your door stirred you, as you removed a piece of hair from your eyelid via confused blinking.

"c- come in?"

you weren't expecting to see brunette curls around the side of your door, and a perfectly manicured hand leaning against it.

"nance? hi..." you didn't want to be rude and ask what she was doing here, but you were almost definitely sure you didn't have plans today.

she smiled, approaching you and kissing your forehead briefly, "morning, your dad let me up. i've got coffee and bagels."

at the mention of breakfast you sat up properly with a stretch, gladly accepting her offerings.

you yawned, "do you have anything to do today?"

there was still a slightly giddy, affectionate smile on her face, as she let her thumb run a course over the sleepless stains under your eyes. you tried not to lean into her touch, but your deprived brain failed.

"no, darling, i've got the whole day free. we can just relax, unless you're busy?"

you shook your head to indicate your availability and let her move to face your back, arms around your midsection. she noticed the tension in your tired body as she bent down to whisper, a slight rhythm to her voice, "when your parents leave, we've got the whole house and a lot of the day... bet we could come up with some way for you to relax."

despite yourself, you smiled again and leaned into her, curling your hand around her arm, "that sounds good."

not even twenty minutes later, you were curled into a corner of your couch while nancy fiddled with the television. your hair had been brushed, your clothes from yesterday swapped for fresh ones, your face washed and teeth brushed. beginning to feel slightly more alive.

"i'm gonna grab something from the kitchen, i'll be back in a second love."

they didn't even knock. will hung at the back, seemingly unsure about the home intrusion, but clearly powerless to stop it because mike was on a mission.

he stood before you as you sat up and put your best attempt at joy on your face.

"morning guys." you repressed a yawn.

mike waved, "hi. can you drive us to family video?"

you frowned lightly, "can't steve?"

"nah his shift was too early, we weren't up in time."

you bit your lip, picking up your car keys with a sigh, "alright, but he can take you back."

they nodded amicably, will and dustin offering you a speedy thanks. they hadn't noticed nancy in the doorway with her arms folded.

"guys!" she wasn't shouting but there was a clear tone involved, "no, no way. you dragged y/n around all yesterday, and gave her like two hours to sleep. leave her alone."

mike threw his hands up, "nancy! she already said she would."

"don't care, get out. and knock next time you heathen."

grumbling under his breath, her brother shot her the finger, half-smiled at you, and left. dustin, lucas and will trailed after him, mumbling their thanks to you as they went.

chucking your car keys back onto the table they'd rested on previously, you sagged into the sofa. nancy joined you, and her hands went to yours.

"thank you," you were barely whispering, but she was paying enough attention to your lips to figure out what you said.

she didn't answer you in words, simply tugging your head towards her chest and returning your focus to the television.

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[bedsyandco]

she sees one of the boys post a snap story and Jacob is in the back leaning down to whisper in a girls ear or something

Rory was just laying in her bed, scrolling through various social media, hoping to distract herself from the fact that this was the first time she was really alone in the city.

She had spent some time with people in her class earlier but came home early to watch their game. Now, sitting in an empty apartment dampened her mood a little. No brother or Jacob to keep her company. Rory really didn't like being alone.

She wondered if she could call or text Jacob. She didn't want to seem clingy, but this was their first time apart since they started hanging out, and she did miss him. Still debating it, she got a notification that Paul posted on a story on his snap.

Opening it, she was a little distracted by Ryan and Gabe yelling at first, but then she saw it. Jacob was leaning down, whispering in some girl's ear. Not exactly touching her but still a little too close for comfort.

So while she was sitting here missing him and thinking about texting him, he was out whispering in some girl's ear.

Rory took a deep breath and turned her phone off. She wasn't going to overreact. Jacob wasn't doing anything wrong. These were just her insecurities speaking. The past creeping back in.

Just because your ex cheated on you doesn't mean all guys are going to, she tells herself.

But she also never thought her ex would cheat either, and he did. Was it really considered cheating if they never even had the exclusive conversation?

Rory decides it's best just to go to bed. There's no use overthinking this right now.

-

The next day, Jacob comes over to her apartment, immediately swooping her into a big hug and laying kisses on her red cheeks.

Surely he wouldn't be doing this if he didn't wanna be with her, right?

He finally puts her down and cups her face gently with his big hands.

"I missed you. I texted you last night, but you must've already been asleep." he says, grinning down at her. He knows how much Rory likes sleeping. Nothing, not even him, could convince Rory to deprive herself of sleep.

"Yeah, I wasn't on my phone much last night, and I went to bed early." Rory says, and Jacob frowns a little when he sees that Rory won't really look him in the eye.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he asks rubbing her cheek with his thumb.

Rory bites her lip, not knowing if she should bring it up. She decides that she should. She wants to know where she stands with Jacob. They should have had this conversation way sooner, and it needs to happen, so why not now?

"Paul posted something on his story last night. You were in the background, talking to some girl, and I'm not accusing you of doing anything with her. Even if you did, we never really had the exclusive talk. I know we've been hanging out a lot, though, and I like you. So I was just wondering where you stood before I got even more attached and got my feelings hurt." Rory rambles and Jacob smiles a bit.

"First of all, nothing happened with that girl. It's some girl Drew knows, and she was looking for him. She saw my BC hoodie and thought I might know him, and all I did was tell her where he was. I honestly forgot I even talked to her 2 minutes after it happened. You can ask Drew and Cutter, you know he won't lie to you. He was right there next to me."

"I trust you," Rory says, shaking her head.

"Good. Because the last thing I'd ever wanna do is hurt you. And I'm sorry that I didn't make it clear sooner, but we are exclusive Rory. I'm not seeing anyone else, nor am I interested in doing so. We haven't just been "hanging out", we've been dating. I like you a lot and I have feelings for you. I'm completely transfixed on you, Rory. You got me wrapped around your little finger, and you don't even know it. I promise you, I'm with you, and I'm all in." Jacob says, and Rory swallows thickly, wrapping her arms around Jacob and buring her face in his chest.

"Does this mean I get to call you my boyfriend now?" Rory mumbles.

"Please do. It would be embarrassing if you didn't, considering I've been calling you my girlfriend for the last two weeks now"

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Y/N Pov:

2 months. That's how long I was away for. Then another 2 months which was how long Anakin was away for. Now that we're both finally back we've both been dealing with missions and meetings and training here and there. We haven't had a single day for ourselves in over 4 months. Every time we have the perfect opportunity it just gets ruined by one of us being requested by the council to do some stupid shit. But what did we expect? Obviously we can't tell the council that we are secretly married and wanted a least a week for just him and I.

I'm so touch deprived I just need him to cradle me in his big arms and kiss me until it hurts. I need him to play with my hair while I lay on his chest the way he used to when there was no war and no need to be fighting all the time. I need him to hold me by my waist while he lays his head on my shoulder as we watch the beautiful stars until we fall asleep. I just need him.

But in my luck he's been called to yet another meeting. This one is even more useless than the last I don't get why he's even called to these. And I'm just here sitting on the couch staring at the Coruscant sun set over the tall buildings that surround the city. But there's no big arms around me holding me close, there's no blonde curly hair tickling my neck, there's no him around me.

"Love? Are you home?" Anakin suddenly calls out. I was so distracted in my own misery that I didn't even sense him coming.

"Ani! Yes I'm here! Oh I missed you so much!" I yelled back to him as I ran though our shared apartment as fast as I could to get to him.

"I missed you-" I cut him off by engulfing him in a big hug, knocking the wind out of him.

"Hi baby" Ani chuckled. "Y'miss me?" He questioned, although already knowing the answer to that.

"Yes so much. I've been thinking about you all day you have no idea" I hug him tighter hiding my head in his neck.

"I missed you too love. So much." He kissed my temple and rubbed soothing circles on my back.

He then picked me up bridle style with ease and carried me to the couch where he sat down with me on his lap. My head now resting on his chest and one of my hands playing with his soft hair.

"Y/n?" He asked looking me deep in the eyes. One hand rubbing my thigh and the other rubbing my back.

"Yes?" I answered back confused.

"Kiss me please." He pleaded, his gaze dropping to my lips and staying there.

"I'd love to" I connected our lips feeling to spark inside of me. The spark that is only lit by him.

His hand that was on my back went to hold my cheek. And the hand on my thigh started making its way higher and higher up my leg. Meanwhile the kiss got sloppier and more needy. More desperate I'd call it. His tongue licked my bottom lip asking to be let in. Of course I accepted, letting his tongue dominate mine. My body grew hot. I felt the butterflies in my stomach rise. My cheeks turning into a bright pink colour. Anakin then moved my body so I was now straddling him instead. His hands slid down my body touching everything on their way down, until they found their way onto my ass. The tension that had been building up from all these months without each other was finally reaching its breaking point as we made out both knowing what else we wanted.

"Fuck princess I missed your lips on mine" Anakin said as he moved his head down to place open mouthed kisses on my neck, probably leaving marks while doing so.

"Me too Ani" I said back, whimpering as he kissed my soft spot on my neck. He squeezed my ass causing me to gasp and I pulled on his hair making him groan in response.

"Ani I need you" I whimpered as I felt a wetness pool in my panties.

"I know love. I know" He softly responded, stroking my hair and his gloved hand gripping my hip tight.

He then picked me up with ease and carried me to our bedroom as he kissed me again. More passionately than last time. I squeezed my legs around him causing him to groan and kiss me harder. Ani dropped me on the bed and crawled on top of me.

We both started undressing and his hands roamed all over my body. Leaving me squirming and whimpering under him. He only smirked in response. He kissed from my breasts all the way down to my clothed clit causing me to let out a moan.

And just like that I was finally being pleased with his enchanted touch after months of needing it so badly.

꧁✩꧂

A/N:

Sorry for being gone for so long lol. I hope y'all like this one. All my other stories don't have like anything dirty so I was unsure if I should add some or not. This is as far as I went with it but lmk if I should write actual smut lmao.