#like ive been getting hit with devasting wave of loneliness after devastating wave of loneliness

[goldlightsaber]

you don’t have to be orphaned to be missing a family! and to go wander around looking for it with desperate longing! and finding it in all the wrong places because “they love me back” is often not a criteria! though you don’t make that decision consciously!!!

[bxcksdoll]

The Snap

Pairings: Thor x reader

Summary: Set in infinity war. Thor shows up in Wakanda to help defeat Thanos but sadly he doesn’t go for the head and Y/N doesn’t survive the snap...

Request by @xmarveled : Holy shit your trust series absolutely wreckked me. There’s not enough Thor fics in this fandom and yours are some of the best ive ever read!! Can you write an angst fic about the reader dying in thors arms? Wether or not the death is permanent is up to you.

Warnings: hella angst, swearing

A/N: I’m not gonna lie, I teared up when writing this

There you were again; surrounded by aliens from some far off galaxy. You had no idea how you’d gotten into this situation twice already in your life. First the battle of New York and, now, the battle of Wakanda.

“God, I just can’t catch a break...” you mumbled under your breath, stabbing the freaky-looking creatures charging at you, with a spear Okoye lent to you.

“Y/L/N! Heads up!” Bucky shouted. You looked behind to see another jumping in mid-air towards you. Seconds later, it was shot down by the super soldier.

“Thanks, Barnes,” you nodded, moving quickly towards some more aliens.

Herds and herds of the creatures continuously crashed through the force fields, like powerful, destructive waves. They seemed to go on forever, infinite killing-machines.

You breathed a sigh of frustration, sending your spear piecing through another three creatures, lined up close together. As they gradually surrounded you, you put in more and more power into your spins and points - impaling many at one time.

Looking around the battlefield, you noticed that they were enclosing some others; Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Okoye and Bruce were all surrounded, fighting with all of their might.

Frustratingly, you were unable to get to them due to your own problem. The fight seemed never ending. The herds began to stack further and further up.

Then, whoosh a stinging, throbbing pain was felt on your right leg. Glancing down, a fresh cut was clear - painful but not very deep. Crouching slightly, you carried on fighting, not stopping to take any chances of getting clawed again.

More obviously now, the aliens closed in and trapped everyone in their own seperate circle. But no one gave up, denying that it appeared they were losing. The fight was excruciatingly painful and tiresome; at this point, you were crouched on the ground. You still carried on, though.

Suddenly, an enormous beam of light appeared; lightning struck across the field, electrocuting all of the creatures around you and eliminating them from existence. Quickly, you stood up, breathing heavily.

There he stood. Thor. You two hadn’t seen each other since he last left for Asguard; all this time, you had been wondering what was taking him so long and when he would get back. Here he was, standing before you.

His appearance was slightly different - hair much shorter and, instead of wielding mjolnir, he carried an axe-like weapon. The corners of your mouth turned upwards, a sense of pride rushing through your chest.

“Bring me Thanos!” his deep voice boomed, sending chills through your body, head to toe.

Next, he leapt up, dark clouds surging over his head. As he came down to Earth, lightning sparking in his eyes, an even bigger lightning bolt struck through Wakanda, reaching unbelievable lengths.

This time, you continued to fight but a different feeling ran through your veins; desperation, you thought, to get to Thor or maybe complete belief that you wouldwin this fight.

The battle went on for much longer but that didn’t stop everyone from fighting with every last bit of energy within them.

At one moment, you managed to have a very quick catch-up with Thor. You commented on his haircut, telling him he looked good and told him you missed him but that short convocation wasn’t enough to express the loneliness and emptiness you had felt without him for the past couple of months.

After more time had past, you all ran to one particular place in the forest; where Thanos was. One by one, you tried to take him on. As you ran towards him - spear positioned just over your shoulder - you took notice of how easily the purple giant tossed Rhodey aside with the powers in his gauntlet.

“Shit,” you thought to yourself as he locked his eyes on you just before sending you, effortlessly, into a tree.

On the ground, you saw more of the avengers charging towards Thanos. Each one looked like a rag doll in his power - he tossed them away with the blink of an eye. That is until, he punched forward, aiming for Steve; Steve caught the gauntlet in his hands, holding him from causing anymore damage.

Thanos seemed to be struggling, surprised at the strength of the Captain. However, Thanos got out of his grip and continued to toss him away.

Attempting to sit up, you discovered that Thanos had enclosed the tree around your body. You sat there unable to move. Helpless.

Thanos finally reached the place where Wanda and Vison were but he was, thankfully, too late. Wanda had destroyed the stone.

Thanks looked unfased, to your surprise. He spoke to Wanda, something unaudiable to you. Then, all of a sudden a scream came from Wanda.

“No!”

Panick hit you like a bullet to the chest; witnessing Thanos use the infinity stones to turn back time.

“Oh god,” you whispered, tears brimming in your eyes.

With a few twirls of Thanos’ hand, Vision was back in his previous position - as if he was never destroyed. Then, Thanos picked him up, tore the stone from his head and flung him to the side, like a piece of unwanted scraps.

He placed it on his gauntlet, power visibly surging through his body. Your whole body shook with fear, unable to express the unrelenting physical and emotional pain you felt and dreaded.

Unexpectedly, a bolt of lightning struck. You looked up, with a pang of hope, to see Thor flying down. Thanos shot up a beam but Thor deflected it with his new weapon.

You gasped, witnessing the axe hit Thanos clean in the chest. This was it; you had won, you knew it.

“I told you,” Thor sneered as his feet touched the ground, “you die for that.” He pressed his axe further into Thanos’ chest, causing his to yell out in pain.

Thor, stopped - allowing Thanos to feel every inch of pain and suffering. Thanos appeared to be trying to speak but you couldn’t make out what he was saying, it looked as though Thor couldn’t either.

“You should have gone for the head,” he finally came, lifting his hand to snap his finger.

Suddenly, you broke free from the tree that previously secured your body from moving.

“What the...” you mumbled, standing up slowly.

“What did you do? What did you do?!” Thor demanded, glaring into Thanos’ eyes as you looked confused at the destroyed, melted gauntlet on his hand.

Instantly, Thanos opened up a portal and disappeared. Leaving all of you confused and unable to know what to expect next.

Thor looked at you, eyes wide and glossy. You opened your mouth to speak but a voice was heard before you could.

“Steve?” sounded Bucky. You glanced back, to where Thor and Steve’s attention was and saw bucky walking over, his hand fading away.

Pain hit your gut as you watched him fall, turning to dust; you were unable to act quickly, completely distraught and confused as to what was going on.

Steve rushed to where Bucky fell, clutching the dust on the ground. He looked up at you with desperate eyes as tears began to brim in your eyes.

“What the hell is going on?” you questioned, turning to meet Thor’s fearful gaze.

Turning around to the rest of the landscape, the three of you witnessed other people fading away. You felt a heart aching feeling at your inability to prevent the devastation in front of you.

Soon, dust began to float into your vision; you looked down, in fear, to see your hands fading away.

“Thor!” your voice cracked. Thor snapped his head to meet you, tears already welling in his eyes.

“Y/N, no! Not you! Please let it be me, not you!” he cried, clutching onto you as you dropped to the ground.

“Thor, i-it’s going to be okay,” you breathed. He clutched you in his arms as your head lay on his lap.

“No, Y/N...” the feeling of Thor’s tear drops hit your cheeks as you felt your body disappearing.

You brought your hand up to cup his cheek one last time, before fading away to dust...

[alwaysmychoices]

“All That Matters”

Pairing: Liam x MC (Collins Alexander)

Synopsis: words

Words: 3903

Part 5 of the Aftermath series ( I, II, III, IV, V, VI)

Collins Alexander,

The days seemed to drag on, one after another in painful succession. My senses were dulled to the point of ignorance. I hardly knew what day it was, let alone what time. Daily pleasures passed with numbing insignificance. All crowded into Drake’s hospital room, my friends and I been a security nightmare. Multiple high-profile targets surrounded the survivor of an assignation attempt and brought with them with loud laughter and frequent pizza delivery orders, and at one point, I thought my security guard might kill me herself.

I stayed with Drake most of the days, claiming the armchair in the corner for myself. Our friends came and went, every exchange shedding the horror of the assassination attempt. They were freeing themselves from that fateful night, but I didn’t. I could join in with the jokes and pass the time with their companionship, but I wasn’t the same. I didn’t see how I could ever be the same.

“You should talk to him,” Drake told me again and again, even when I reminded him of how disastrous our last conversation had been. I’d taken Drake’s advice and marched up to Liam in hopes of reconciliation, and instead, Liam just confirmed that he didn’t want me anymore.

“Just force some sense into that man! He’s being ridiculous,” Olivia would chime in, hands on her hips as Drake backed her up. This always had a conflicting result on my heart. Watching Drake and Olivia grow closer was heartwarming, and I was honored to witness the start of something so special. Yet, it only highlighted my loneliness. How did they get it right when Liam and I couldn’t?

It was time to let go. I knew it was.

He took the ring, the one thing I thought he would never do. He forced me away no matter how many times I ran back to him. My fairytale was a tragedy in disguise, and I had to accept my fate.

But I just couldn’t.

The clock hit two am as I hit rewind on my recording of Liam’s press conference. I couldn’t sleep without hearing his voice, even if it was downtrodden and relaying information about the worst night of my life. This was his fourth press conference and the only one I’d had the heart to record. He put on the act of a hopeful, confident king prepared to vanquish any enemy while serving his people, but the twinkle in his eye was gone. Devastation hid behind his brilliant smile, and it brought tears to my eyes. I just wanted to hold him and fix this. Why wouldn’t he let me?

“How is Lady Collins recovering?” a reporter asked from the crowd, and Liam seemed almost to wince.

“She’s doing quite well. We’re very fortunate she did not sustain any serious injuries,” Liam responded, quickly pivoting to another topic.

In every interview, Liam refused to announce that our engagement was over. Rationally, I knew that this was a strategic decision designed to minimize the public relations fallout, but a part of me imagined that he wasn’t ready to let go either. We were both holding on to the life we’d planned and the love we’d shared. But already, rumors were swirling. Everyone wondered why his loving fiancé wasn’t at his side during such a trying time. Magazines criticized my absence and speculated that I was secretly in a hospital fighting off unknown injuries. It was only a matter of time before Liam would be compelled to make the announcement, and then, there would be no escaping it.

Hope fought through my numbness, urging me to hold on to him for as long as I could. How could I let go? How could I just allow this happened? There had to be something I could do.

My packed bags lingered in the corner of my eye, and I felt a wave of stinging defeat slam into me. It was my last night in the palace. I would be freed of the constant reminders of all I’d lost, but walking out of those doors tomorrow morning would be acceptance of something I could never accept. I was scheduled to enter my dutchy for the first time, meeting with designers to distract myself with decoration and renovation. I’d put it off for days, waiting for Drake to leave the hospital, but his discharge obliged me to finally go. Hana offered to stay with me in Valtoria while Maxwell offered his family home during the renovations, and I’d politely thanked them both and failed to make any commitments.

The truth was that I didn’t know what I’d do. Maybe I’d hole myself up in my mansion and hide from the world. Maybe I’d surround myself with friends until I could fool myself that I was doing alright. Maybe I’d even return to New York, putting an ocean between me and this heartbreak.

The recording ended on the television, but I was no closer to sleep. I rose from my bed, quietly opening my door and slipping away from my bedroom. A guard glanced up from the paper, looking at me with a conflicted stare and then nodded their approval. In the palace, I was granted more freedom than in the hospital, but I was hardly a free woman. Yet, occasionally, tremendous pity for the heartbroken woman inclined a guard or two to bend the rules and allowed me time alone.

I didn’t know where I was going as I padded down the palace hallways, but I found myself on my old path…

I lost my breath as I realized I was walking right to Liam’s door, but a wave of newfound confidence surged through my blood.

I refused to feel like this anymore. I refused to let the love of my life do this to himself- to both of us. I refused to watch us both suffer. I refused to let go of the best thing I’d ever known… And damn it, I was going to fix it.

I marched up to the guards stationed outside of Liam’s suite, feeling my confidence waver as they looked at each other and silently questioned whether or not to let me in. I found Bastien’s eyes in the group, bearing my pain and wordlessly urging him to let me in.

I’ll help him, I promise. Just let me in, I thought.

As if reading my mind, Bastien nodded to a few guard and mumbled orders to open the doors. I smiled my thanks as I stepped inside.

The suite was silent and enveloped in bleak darkness. Every curtain was drawn, and the balcony doors were shut. I found a smile perking at my lips when I thought of our night on the balcony, how I thought I’d lost him only to be reassured of his love. I never thought that such a trying time would be the best moments of my life. Circumstances forced us apart, but we loved each other so much…

I felt my way through Liam’s quarters and reached his sleeping chambers. Silently pushing the door open, I peeked inside and felt my heart stop.

Illuminated by the only open window, Liam’s outline was clear. He sat on his bed, the sheets rumbled by a sleepless night, and stared pensively at the moon. A glass was firmly set in his grasp, the contents of which were dark and strong. The strong façade of the king was gone, and he was just a man in pain.

On overwhelming urge ordered me to rush to him and fix it. Watching him like this made me ache in places I didn’t know I could, and a tear involuntarily slipped down my cheek. I moved away from the door, fear taking hold of me. I couldn’t handle another rejection. In my hurry to leave, I bumped into a table and knocked a book off with a solid thud.

Liam turned, fear in his bright blue eyes from the sudden noise, and I stood there like a gaping idiot. I swallowed heavily as I met his stare, losing whatever apology I’d come up with for knocking off the book. The silence seemed to drag on for an eternity, and we both stared at one another in shock.

“Bastien let me in,” I murmured, hating that I even had to explain why I was here. Only a few nights ago, we’d shared that bed, and now, I was an unwanted intruder.

Liam nodded wordlessly, eyes still locked on mine.

“You look terrible, Liam,” I bit my lower lip, and he nodded again, staring at the drink in his hand before putting it away. He shifted again, turning his back to me as he gripped onto the edges of his bed, and I recognized the silent request for me to leave. I bit back the impending tears and stepped inside anyway.

“They’re sending me to Valtoria in the morning,” I kept talking, unsure of what I even wanted to say, “Or I guess you are…”

Liam flinched at the accusation but didn’t deny it.

Please, just talk to me… I took another step towards him.

“I saw the press conferences… You’re an amazing king, Liam. They say a king this young has never had such a high approval rate,” I chewed on my lower lip.

“Yeah, and there’s never been an assassination attempt this early into a reign,” Liam scoffed bitterly.

“That’s not your fault,” I stood in front of him now, forcing him to look at me.

“Collins… They aimed at me. My crown. Their attack on the monarchy affected those I care for, and I can never forgive myself,” he looked down, “This is what’s best.”

“They fired those shots, Liam. You’re an amazing king, and no one blames you. When we entered your life, we knew the danger ” I instinctively ran my fingers through his hair, shifting his curls away from his face, and his body went rigid. He looked up at me, eyes so full of love and despair that it took my breath away. Seeing him like this prompted me to say what I never thought I’d say again, “I meant what I said in the hospital… I still love you, and I’ll always be here, waiting for you to take it back.”

Liam paused, his hands reaching to wrap around mine, leaning into my touch before quietly pulling away from me. He took a ragged, pained breath and shook his head, “I can’t, Collins.”

I stepped away, holding my breath to ward off the hot tears pricking in my eyes, “Why the fuck not?” I asked pointedly, “This is complete bullshit, Liam.”

“I’m protecting you!” Liam was shocked by my outburst. The last time we’d had this conversation, I’d been the model duchess. Even as I shed my pride to beg for him, I’d accepted it. I grieved my loss with silent sobs and gave him a free pass for breaking my heart. I would do anything to have him back and was so consumed with pain that I neglected anger.

“You’re afraid,” I quipped, “And guess what? So am I! We all are.”

“You shouldn’t have to be!” Liam insisted.

“At the wishing well, you made a wish. Do you remember?” I demanded, wiping away my tears, “You said you didn’t want to rule by fear like your father, but that’s what you’re doing! Right now, you’re running from fear.”

“Well, maybe I should be more like my father!” Liam’s voice cracked, “If I’d listened to him, you’d be safely in New York, and Drake wouldn’t be in the hospital,” Liam stood to collect his drink from the nearby table, downing it in one angry gulp.

I stumbled back, horrified at what he’d just said. How could he want to be like that awful man? Even the greatest of intentions couldn’t cleanse him of what he’d done wrong- especially to his own son. Liam was nothing like him, and I felt a sudden panic that my wonderful man was about to slip into something so dark…

“You are not your father. You’re a better man and a better king, and you don’t want to be him,” I held either side of his arms, forcing him to look at me, and he reluctantly met my gaze, “Promise me that’s not who you’ll become.”

His thumb traced my cheekbone as he considered my words, and he slowly added, “They took my mother… And they tried to take you.”

“I’m still here,” I assured him, taking his hand and placing it on my heart so that he could feel my racing pulse, “I’m still yours.”

“I don’t deserve you…” he whispered, tears spilling on his face.

“I don’t care,” I replied, “There will always be days when we don’t deserve each other, but that doesn’t mean we won’t always stay.”

“That shot was aimed at you,” his voice cracked, “If Drake hadn’t taken the bullet…”

“But he did,” I interrupted him, “I can’t promise you that we’ll always be safe. There will be attempts on your life and on my life, and one day, they may more than just ‘attempts.’ But when I’m faced with a life without you, it isn’t a life worth living.”

Liam’s face twisted in pain as he sniffled, “I can’t ask you do that.”

“I’m not asking, Liam. I’m telling you what I’m doing,” I channeled my strength into my last stand, my last offer, “I love you. Every morning, I wake up and wonder when I’ll get to see you. I can’t sleep without hearing your voice. I’ve spent the last few nights watching recordings of your speeches just to hear it! You want me to go back to New York and be the girl I used to be, but she’s gone. I gave her up the moment I took you to the Statue of Liberty. I picked you then, and I pick you now.”

Liam’s hand rested on my hips, and I found myself smiling at the familiarity. There was something magical about his touch, the way it reawakened nerves made dormant by sadness. It burned across my skin in a smooth, reviving fire. It spread quickly, urging me to get more. I needed him so much that it took my breath away. I stepped closer, touching Liam’s chest, and I was shocked to hear his wince.

Moving away instinctively, I watched Liam compose himself, and I swallowed hard as I shifted his white dress shirt to see more of his chest. I gasped in horror, covering my mouth to contain myself. A large bandage wrapped around his smooth skin, red stains still marring the dressing from unknown injuries below.

“Liam…” I traced my fingers along the edge of the bandage, “What- What happened?”

“Funny… I didn’t feel it until you came back,” his voice was barely a murmur as he glanced to his chest.

“Liam,” my voice was firmer, “What is this?”

“They got me after all,” he frowned, “For an assassin who brought a knife to a gunfight, he got pretty damn close,” he laughed despite the grave situation, “The blade missed by a few inches.”

“Missed what?” I swallowed hard, knowing I wasn’t ready for whatever he was about to say.

“Heart.”

The single word knocked me back, tears springing to my eyes, and I grew quiet as I considered what he had just said. He never told me… Oh God, why didn’t he tell me?

I couldn’t form words, just convulsing into violent sobs, and I felt his arms wrap around me but couldn’t see him through my blurred vision.

“All of this time you said you can’t live without me, and this injury allowed me to understand what a fate that would be… You would be a widowed queen, losing your husband and being forced to grieve in the public eye. If we had children, you’d be sending them into this life as well,” Liam explained, and I pulled away out of outrage.

“Liam Constantine Rhys, you got stabbed and broke up with me?” I raked my fingers through my hair, “Liam!”

“It was for your own good,” Liam persisted, and I glared at him through my tears.

“You are…” I took a deep breath, staring up at him, and I stopped mid-sentence with a sudden realization.

I’d almost lost him. He could have died that night. I hadn’t let myself appreciate that yet. I’d been so dazed and traumatized that I didn’t fully understand, and relief and horror spread through my body. Liam was here… with me. And that was what mattered. Not the fight or the breakup or anything else. Right now, I just wanted to be with him.

And with that, I stepped forward and pressed my lips to his frantically. I could feel his surprise, but he soon melted into me, arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me close to him. My body came alive in response to his, alleviating my pain and replacing it with an overwhelming surge of love. I could have spent the rest of my life in this moment…

I smiled softly as Liam placed his forehead against mine, leaning down to resolve our height difference, and I held him nearer to me.

“I hate myself…” Liam’s honest whisper was so intimate that I melted into it, “I should make your safety paramount.”

“The Royal Guards can protect me. You just need to love me,” I ran my lips across his.

“Until eternity, my heart will belong to you,” Liam breathed.

My heart swelled, and my lips fervently met his. Looping my arms around his neck, I leaned into Liam, and we fell back on his bed. Tangling together, we were one if just for the night. My cheeks were wet with tears, and even as they ran from my eyes, I didn’t know if they were happy or sad. Liam kissed them away, and I took a deep breath of his warm cologne.

“So, what happens now?” he whispered, “We get back together and pretend this never happened? You’re an amazing woman, but even you can’t be that forgiving.”

“I am a woman of many talents,” I brushed my lips across his, “Which is why I know exactly what we’ll do.”

Liam cocked an eyebrow, “Pray tell,” his hands found mine in the dimly lit room, squeezing it gently as he waited for my explanation.

“Tonight, you’re going to hold me, and we’re probably going to keep crying because we’ve been through hell together. But we’ll be happy because at least we’re together. In the morning, we’ll tell each other over and over how much we love each other, and we’ll get through this. Then, you’re going to walk down that aisle and marry me, and we’ll spend the rest of our lives together,” I sniffled, releasing a laugh as I prophesized our future, “We’re going to have beautiful children and watch them grow up, and you’re never going to leave me again.”

“What if something happens?” Liam whispered so softly I hardly heard it.

“Then we’ll adapt,” I breathed, “If I have you, I can do anything, Liam.”

A soft smile spread across his lips, the first genuine smile I’d seen in such a long time, “You always exceed expectations…”

I laughed, snuggling deeper into his embrace and tucking my head beneath his jaw. In his arms, I caught my breath for the first time since the gunshots rang out, and I felt like myself again. This is who I was- this was who I loved. I never thought that the handsome stranger who wandered into my bar would ever be this important to me, but now, I couldn’t live without him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy that someone proved I was wrong,” Liam’s voice was so happy that my heart sang, and I beamed in the hazy light.

“You have the rest of your life to get used to it,” I smirked with glee.

Liam’s hand tenderly caressed my cheek, leading down to my jaw where he then tilted it to look up at me. His blue eyes were full of such intensity and love that I couldn’t bear to look away, and as his gaze skimmed my body, there was a small laugh on his lips. Neither of us could really believe it. We were together… After everything, we were alive, and we were together. I found myself crying again, laughing through the tears as Liam smiled and wiped them away.

“I have a question,” Liam announced.

“Ask away,” I couldn’t stop smiling, and I watched as Liam pushed my bangs out of my eyes appreciatively.

“Collins Alexander, will you marry me?”

           There was such affection in his voice, and I knew in that moment that he loved me just as much as I loved him. I’d known for months that Liam loved me, and even during the social season, I recognized that he cared for me. But it wasn’t until this moment that I saw just how much.

This is my happily ever after… Even against assassination attempts and the personal invasion of the press, I was happy. I had never been a duchess, let alone a queen, but all of my self-doubts dissipated when I saw the way he looked at me. He didn’t just care for me. He loved me. He believed in me, and he was here.

“You already asked me in New York, and I said yes,” I started to laugh at his proposal.

“And since then, I haven’t treated you well. I drove you away, and now, you’ve seen firsthand how dangerous this life is,” Liam shook his head, and I interrupted him.

“And I chose you and everything that comes with you,” I interjected.

He couldn’t help but smile, “Then, will you marry me? Soon. Immediately if I could.”

Without a second thought, I nodded my head in agreement, “Yes, Liam Rhys, a thousand times yes.”

His smile lit up the bedroom with such brilliance that I was knocked back, and before I knew it, he pulled me into such a deep kiss that I lost my breath. Our kiss was sloppy and full of happiness and occasional smiles, and overwhelmed with joy, I giggled so that Liam laughed at me.

Suddenly, Liam moved away, and I actually whimpered out of disappointment.

“Where are you going?” I demanded, watching him slip out of bed and out of the bedroom door. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long for his return, but even as he sat on the other side of the bed, he offered no explanation other than his goofy grin.

He gently took my hand and produced a ring. I gasped as I recognized the diamond in his grasp. It was mine… it was the engagement ring he presented to me in New York, the one he took back in the hospital, and now, I had it again.

There I was, crying again, and watching with bated breath as he slipped the engagement ring back on my finger. I couldn’t contain my emotions, becoming a mess of happy cries and satisfied smiles. Oh how I loved this man…

“I love you, Collins, and I’m so sorry for what I’ve done…” he squeezed my hands in a fervent apology, but I silenced him with a smile.

“I love you, too, Liam, and that’s all that matters.”

Author’s Note: This chapter was so built up in my head, and I’m not sure if I really hit what I wanted (or if it’s as good as my previous chapters). But I hope you enjoy it! 

Also, I plan on a NSFW follow-up...

UPDATE: NSFW Follow-Up ( “Alone Together”) is posted