#my throat hurts as well so imma get me some tea and honey

[lattecodes]

the air quality is shitty where i live rn bc of the wildfires. be safe everyone!

[caysophia]

Sam Guthrie x Reader (f, smut) Dirty thoughts

"..."-actual talking

'...'- y/n talking with others telepathically / others responding to her

y/n pov

I rolled around my bed a little thing to get comfortable "Good morning. It's 8:30..." Rang out the speaker in the corner of the room. I groaned and sat up, pushing my hair out of eyes and rubbing my face "We get it, we get it." I groaned and stood up slowly from my bed walking over to the dresser of clothes and getting dressed.

I put on a black flannel, some ripped jeans, and some slides. I sat down at the metal and wood desk in front of my bed and put on some mascara and eyeliner, not a lot as it looked like it was gonna rain.

I walked out of my room, an actual room. I walked down the many halls to the bathroom to do some stuff and then going to the cafe to make a cup of tea, it was a tea day today. I opened the metal and glass double doors being the first one in. I boiled some water and prepared my tea, it was just black tea with honey.

I stood at the counter hearing footsteps, they weren't heavy so it isn't Sam or Roberto.

'Hello' i said as the person walked in, it was Dani "I forgot you were telepathic, to early for that y/n." she said with a laugh 'sorry, I don't t feel like talking right now.' i said and she nodded "We going mute today? or just not in the mood?" she asked as she sat down at the table closest to where I was." I cocked my head and thought about it.

'not in the mood right now.' i thought as I bent back making my back crack, and stretching out my neck "What are you doing today? It might rain." Dani asked as she stood up grabbing a random fruit from a bowl on a metal counter.

I poured the boiling water into a mug and stirred it 'I think I'm just gonna head back to my room, or go into the lounge. oo the attic to maybe, the rain sounds so nice up there.' I chuckled and she smiled 'what about you?' I asked as Dani threw away the apple core "I don't know, I have more testing." Dani said as Rahne came in, she waved and we waved back.

"Hey!" Dani said as the girl walked over, I waved again and pointed to the door "See ya y/n."Dani said with a smile "Bye y/n."

I exited the cafe with my cup of tea and walked around wasting time before seeing same down the hallway coming towards the cafe 'Hey starshine.' i said and waved, he waved back and jogged down the hall slightly meeting up with me 'Morning handsome' I said with a wink, he rolled his eyes "You just gonna invade my thoughts now." Sam said and I laughed talking another sip of tea 'Of course, I always do.' i chuckled.

'Im gonna go outside. bye-bye country boy.' i said as I took a sip of tea "See ya." he nodded his head as he fixed his hat. I and sam split ways, I walked down the hallway more making it to the front exit of the building 'Reyes please open the front exit door' and heard the door open 'thanks.'.

The metal doors closed behind me, over the forest beyond the gate were dark clouds 'Nice...' i walked over to the concrete block that sam used when he goes into rocketship mode. I jumped onto it and sat down, The placement of the block made it perfect to watch the sky and field at the same time.

I spent a few minutes there, completely spaced out (like no thoughts, no hearing, head empty) I felt a tap on my shoulder "What the fuck!" I screamed and also spilling the cup of tea on me. I jumped off the block and turned towards the person who touched me. Rahne put her hands up in the air "Woah, chill. Didn't mean to scare ya. It group time." I raised a brow "It's only like 9:30..." Rahne shook her head "It's 11, you've been spaced out for a while..."

I looked at Rahne "I-" I stuttered out and laughed "I-yeah okay, time for a group I guess... let's go, thanks for getting me." I thanked Rahne and grabbed the mug, and walked towards the door. I poured the cold tea into the dead bushes and walked in the building dropping the mug off at the cafe and then heading to the group.

Rahne walked into the room sitting down next to Dani "I'm glad you could make it y/n. Did something happen?" Reyes asked as I froze, the room went quiet "head went empty, no thought." I said quietly and sat down in between Roberto and Illyana, Illyana chuckled 'Shut the fuck up blonde bitch.' I smiled and she glared.

"Okay, now that everyone is here, let's start," Reyes said with a smile. I looked around the room making eye contact with Sam. Sam shook his head slightly, I smirked 'hi.'  he rolled his eyes fixing his hat 'Yeah?' i smiled slightly looking at sams sitting from up and down 'You looking kinda cute today.' Sam locked eyes with me 'I know where this will lead, no. Not now.' I pouted 'You're no fun...' i pouted, sam scoffed out loud "Yes sam?" Reyes questioned looking in between me and him "Nothing, sorry." Sam muttered out and looked at me, Reyes nodded "Y/n, stop please." I nodded and looked at the floor, Reyes went over ways to control the powers of the other.

"Why is y/n here?" Illyana blurted out stopping Reyes mid-sentence "What do you mean Illyana."  Reyes fixed her posture in her seat, I looked at Sam 'I've been here for a year, how the fuck does she not know?'  Sam shrugged his shoulder 'She doesn't like you, you know that. She's just trying to cause trouble.'

"She doesn't have any powers beside for fucking physic powers." Illyana scoffed, I laughed at her. Reyes looked at me "She is here just like everyone else. Something happened, putting her and others in danger." Reyes said softly glancing at her "You do realize, telepathic powers are mind not just mind linking right?" I questioned the blonde looking at her "It's the power of invading the mind like Mind Control, Illusion Manipulation, Psychic Torture. I could fuck with your mind so hard that your safe plane wouldn't be a thing anymore." I threatened and Reyes snapped her fingers, just something she found out stops me from hurting things...

"Well, what you do? kill your parents?" Illyana mocked and I laughed "kind yeah. I lost control and made a bus driver drive a bus into a body of moving water and everyone drowned. Besides for me somehow." I said in a smart ass tone fighting the lump in my throat 'im going to fuck this bitch up, either making her see smiley men or just giving her an uppercut to the jaw.'  i said sam and cleared my throat. Reyes wrote some notes down "Ok, we're done here. Everyone can leave." I stood up and walked to sam and gave him a fake smile, Illyana bumped into my shoulder and smiled "Sorry." she laughed 'try me, you'll see smiley men.' i smiled as she glared at me and walked out. "What did you just say?" Sam said as he throws his jacket over his shoulder "Oh nothing." I smiled and grabbed his hand and left the room.

I and sam walked to the lounge in silence, my mind rushing with flashbacks from the crash. Even though I didn't get hurt, it still haunts you. When we got to the room Dani and Rahne were already there turning on the Tv "Hey guys!" Dani said in a happy tone "Hey." me and Sam said, sam going to the foosball table with Roberto, I jumped over the couch next to Rahne "You talking now?" She asked I shook my head "Oh boy, ill be doing more than talking if Illyana tried anything." I said and looked at the tv, a random movie turning on.

Rahne patted my shoulder "Hey, she stepped over a line. Yes. But you can't make her live through her fears." I laughed  "Okay." I said and looked over the couch to sam 'You looking kinda hot right now.'  Sam shook his head not stopping the game to respond 'what? You're not gonna respond?' i teased him, no respond 'Your asking for it. watch it.' i waited for a response nothing. I turned around and watch the movie on tv.

3rd person (it's gonna start getting graphic and smut.)

Y/n continued to tease and bother sam more and more, making him lose a bunch of foosball games against Roberto "Well you suck." Roberto laughed as he fixed the players on the polls, Sam rolled his eyes and put the ball in the middle "Is y/n talking to you through brain waves for some shit." Roberto laughed and took the first hit Sam laughed and started to play "Oh no, definitely not." Sam laughed.

'You're not talking about me, are you?' Y/n voice popped into sams head, Sam rolled his eyes 'Why would I? It's not like you don't invade my head every day.' Sam replied y/n chuckled from the couch where her, Rahne, And Dani were sat watching a movie 'You're too cute sam, you know that? Oh and don't even get me started about how big your hands are, I wouldn't mind them on me.'  Y/n teased, sam took a deep breath not wanting to lose the game but also not wanting  Y/ns comment to go to his head.

'Oh come on big boy, don't ignore me. I can see your breathing patterns change.' Y/n said making sam frustrated, and groan "Oh my." Sam glared at him "Stop it."

'You wanna leave the lounge? go up to my room and see what is a coal miner does to the body?  I bet it does wonder.' y/n flirted, Sam scored a goal against Roberto "Imma go, see ya." and sam left, y/n rolled her eyes "I'll be back." and left the room after Sam.

Y/n exited the lounge going after sam "Sam!" Y/n yelled down to him as he walked down the hall ignoring her "Sam! come on, stop it."Y/n said as she ran down the hall trying to catch up to him. Sam continued to ignore y/ns calls as he walked down the hall, he was embarrassed and a little angry.

'Sam, come on. I'm sorry okay?  I should've told you earlier and tried to stop, okay but it's hard when you hearing the thoughts of everyone around you .' Y/ns voice echoed through sams head, sam stopped and turned around to face y/n who was only a few feet away from him "Why?" Sam asked, leaving y/n confused "Why what?" Y/n gave a nervous chuckle worried about what he was gonna ask.

"Was it all a joke? Just something to get a laugh at?" Sam scoffed y/n laughed at his comment, leaving sam confused "What?" Y/n bent over laughing before catching her breath "Oh my! you are clueless Sam. You don't think I would've made sexual jokes for fun? I might be a bitch but I don't play with feelings sams." Y/n said with a smile, Sam glanced down at Y/n "Sam! I like you your clueless puppy!" Y/n Yelled but not loud enough for the group down the hall to hear.

"Oh so- oh... oh." Sam said out loud as he thought, he smirked at y/n "Ill take you up on that offer." Y/n laughed "Bet." and with that Y/n grabbed Sams wrist and the two of them ran down to the dorms.

Y/n pulled Sam into her room, locking the door and covering the camera in the corner of the room, y/n turned around taking off her shoes, sam already doing that  "You ready?" Y/n smirked, "As all hell."

Y/ns pov

Sam pushed me onto the bed and got on top of me. bringing sam into a kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck one hand in his hair and throwing his hat off.  "You are a naughty girl," he said looking at me in the eyes, I winked "I know." bringing him into a rough kiss letting him lead. Sam started taking off his flannel and shirt, I doing the same.

I pulled sam back into a kiss now just in a bar and jeans. Sam kissed down my jaw and onto my neck leaving hickies and bites. I moaned once he hit a spot right below my jaw, he worked on the spot for a while before moving to my chest. His hands traveling down to the hem of my jeans. Sam looked up "You ready?" He asked I nodded. Sam Unbuttoned my jeans and sticking his hand in.

He started playing with my clit with us thumb, "wet already ?" He said smirking, I moaned "just fuck me Sam " I moaned, throwing my head back fisting my sheets in the bed, "not yet baby," he said inserting his middle fingers. I arched my back and moaned "s-Sam f-faster " I said breathless moaning, Coming close to an Orgasm, he inserted two more fingers going faster, I was a moaning mess "I-I'm cL-close " I moaned out and came on this hand.

He licked his hand clean, and took off his jeans, and stroked his penis, he groaned and I flipped us around so he's on the bottom and I put his member in my mouth it was at least 10 inches so there was still a good amount not in my mouth so I rubbed the exposed part. "Y/n," he said putting his hands to his face before grabbing my hair.

After a while, he comes into my mouth.

I looked at him and started kissing him, giving him hickeys down his jaw and next, while my hands went down his abs, I gave him hickeys on his neck where he couldn't hind them and down his stomach. After Sam flipped us so I was under him, he put a condom on and slid in me, I moaned his name digging my nails into his shoulder blades leaving marks. Sam groaned giving my neck hickeys. "I-I'm close Sam," I said moaning. San put my hands above my head and held my hand. "M-me too," he said and we both released, and plotted down next to me. Both of us out of breath.

"I bet you don't like dirty thoughts anymore huh?" I joked Sam chuckled.

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[il-papa-patata]

Not So Scary Mary

You wake up from a nightmare in Mary’s apartment. He’s unexpectedly helpful as you try to fall back asleep.

Mary Goore/gender neutral reader, nightmares, Freshly Washed Mary

T for language

You bolt awake.

The dream tumbles after you, the heat of it dissipating but lingering in the clamminess of your skin, the way your heart pounds. You search for anything – details about the dream, anything to grasp onto, to laugh at – you always laugh at your nightmares after they happen, or at least try to – but this one just lingers, vibrant red and sicking to your skin like sand in all the wrong places.

It's not your bed, and not your apartment, so when you spring awake, you can't reach to the same places you do normally, can't reach beside your bed for the old dog plush you got for your sixth birthday, with its flopsy ears worn down over the years and the nose almost gone. You can't take one of the old-man hard candies from your nightstand and suck it against your teeth until you feel its warm flavor all the way down your throat, some sort of normalcy in the face of terror.

You can, in this place, reach for Mary Goore.

Who is already awake.

He's already half-up, blearily wiping his eyes with the heel of his hand. You feel bad – the man barely sleeps as it is, and yet here you are waking him up with something like this-

You forget how pretty he is with all the makeup wiped off.

He looks up at you, hazel eyes almost silver in the darkness, face thin and sharp, lips full and parted. Despite your rude awakening, his expression's clear, face neutral and maybe even a little concerned.

“S-sorry,” you stutter, the heat of the dream clinging to you like spiderwebs, “Just a nightmare-”

“Hey,” he says, resting his long hand on your shoulder, “S'okay. You want some water?”

“Y-yeah.”

He dips over to his side of the bed and hands you a still mostly-full water bottle, crinkled along its edges. He pulls his knees up as you drink, resting his head on one, just watching you drink down some of the cool water. The night's chilled it a bit, and it eases some of the nightmare heat inside you.

You cap it again when you feel you've had enough and try to hand it back, but he just shakes his head, holding up a hand. You put it back on your side.

“You wanna talk about it?” he offers, reaching out and smoothing a hand over your lower back.

You do.

You do- but...

But what would there be to say? You can't even remember the dream – you could talk about how you sometimes just have these nightmares but it strikes you that Mary might think you're being a little bitch about it-

On the other hand, Mary is surprisingly good about this kind of thing. He always has been.

“I just... have nightmares. Sometimes.”

“Yeah?” he murmurs, still stroking your lower back, “Anything about?”

“N...no. I don't think so, anyway. It's just... red when I wake up.”

“Red?”

“The color of your eyelids when it's sunny out.”

“Hm,” he hums, reaching his arm around your waist and leaning his head against you. His hair is clean – you washed it yourself – and it's fluffy where it brushes against you, all soft and wiry. “S' a tough one. Are you scared after 'em?”

You swallow.

You don't want to tell him that his mattress is the only thing that feels safe right now, that you had shivered putting down the water bottle, like it was a raft in a great tumultuous sea, as though his hastily thrown-on sheets were going to keep you safe. That even the moonlight outside twists into something horrid, the lamp you've tripped on six hundred times, the display from the old cassette-clock he convinces you still works becoming something else entirely. You don't want to tell him how long it takes you to feel normal back home, how his apartment – no matter how familiar by daylight – is scaring you.

He doesn't say anything when you fall silent. Instead, he just wraps his arms around you and pulls you back down into the sheets, guiding your head down against his chest, your nose against his ribs and your browbone against his collarbone.

“Shh,” he hushes, so softly, “It's okay.”

“Mare-”

“Shh. I've got you. It's okay. Nothing's gonna get you while I'm here.”

...Oh.

How long have you been wanting to hear that?

To not only be soothed but protected. You don't doubt for a second if anything actually tried to hurt you that Mary would launch at it, ready to fight it off or even kill it.

You sag into his hold, worming your arms around his slim waist, pressing your face more fully into his chest. He's warm, and unexpectedly soft despite how bony he is, and he hushes you quietly, stroking your nape slowly.

“You're...” you mumble, “Surprisingly good at this.”

“Eh, yknow.”

“No, really- you're... good at calming people down. And- you're nice.”

Mary laughs. “Well, my reputation gets outta hand sometimes. People don't believe I can be this feral and nasty and still be nice.”

You try to look up at him, face clean, hair fluffy. You knew he was sweet – you wouldn't be dating him or cuddled into his chest in his apartment if you thought otherwise, but-

No. You see it, here in the dark. The warmth of Mary. The little patient smile.

“You like being nice?”

Mary purses his lips, looking up at the window. “Well, who doesn't?”

“A lot of people think you don't.”

“Do you think that?” he asks, burying his fingers in your hair.

“No,” you say, “You love being nice. But-”

“But...”

“...oh. No, I get it now. The feralness is the niceness. It's-”

The desire to protect, to include, to be warm and to laugh – the violence and the trashiness and all that was that. A reflection, a complement to the kindness and the warmth and his barking laughter.

Mary smiles. His eyes glimmer slightly.

“Hmm,” he hums.

You tuck your head into his chest again, suddenly way too shy at that warm expression. It was usually a smile he smiled at you when he thought you weren't looking, but you'd never caught the full brunt of it, not from two inches away, and not with his arms around you and his legs tangled with yours.

“But yeah, I think you'll be okay.” He murmurs. “I had a lot of nightmares at one point too.”

He pulls you a bit closer, cocooning you against him. “Yeah?”

“Mmhm. Got out of a shitty life, but all of it chased me. Drank a lot to try and keep all of it away but it didn't really work. Anything I didn't deal with during the day, I dealt with at night.”

You breathe for a moment. You never know whether to ask more or not, when he talks about times before anyone here knew him, before he popped into the city covered in blood and screaming.

You choose to say nothing this time. If he tells you, he'll tell you.

“They'll fade. I make a mean cup of chamomile, though, if you can't get back to sleep.”

“Chamomile? You?”

“Yeh.”

He doesn't elaborate further, although you want to press it a bit.

But you figure you're wired as it is, and the proof's in the... tea, so you nod.

He helps you up, slowly – reaches over the side of his bed for a discarded hoodie which he drapes around your shoulders. It sits a little weird there, but it's comfortable, a nice protection against the chill of the night.

The two of you move into the kitchen, past his second-ish-hand couch. He has a stool obviously pilfered from some bar against his counter, and he perches you there as he goes puttering about.

You breathe deeply.

His house- well, his apartment- smells like him. Something old, something like dark hair warmed by the sun, the smell of smoke, this faint peppery thing. You never thought you'd get used to it – at its worst it's boldly organic, almost gross – but like this, settling around you and into your clothing and skin, it's pleasant.

Mary sets the kettle going – you didn't expect him to have one, and it's tiny, but it's enough for two cups of tea. He pulls down two mugs – one that looks like it's real china, a delicate porcelain thing, and the other a sturdy, obviously corporate mug for a bank.

You aren't sure which confuses you more.

“You worked in a bank?”

“Mhm,” he hums, spooning a bit of honey into it, “Kept the building running.”

“Don't you have an arrest record?”

“Didn't then. Helped pay for my first move.”

“Huh.”

He takes down a canister – it's beautiful, covered in intricate, sparkling cloth, a little thing. He pulls off the lid, and a second lid, and smells the contents. “Still fresh.”

He puts the leaves into two small steepers – both shaped like flowers – and covers them over with the freshly boiled water.

He leans back against the counter, humming quietly. You can't pick out the tune, but it's something kind of familiar. Most people knew his growl, but he had a perfectly nice voice when he sang.

He comes over to you, taking your hands in his and swaying your hands back and forth, humming softly. It's kind of weird – like he's playing with a puppet or trying to get you to dance – but you laugh anyway, bouncing your hands along with whatever he's singing, placid-faced and jaunty in his little galley kitchen.

“You're cute,” you tell him, and he sticks out his chin, frowning deeply while still playing with your hands.

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yuh-huh.”

“Imma kick your ass.”

“Try me,” you grin up at him, “You're the one singing love songs and dancing with me in your kitchen.”

He flushes, pouting slightly. “Whatever. Can't even hold my sweetheart's hands without someone accusing me of being cute?”

“You really calling me your sweetheart and trying to convince me you're not cute?”

“Shush.”

“Really though,” you say when he lets your hands go, settling your feet up on one of the bars on the stool, “You're such a contradiction sometimes.”

“Con-tro-dik-tee-on? Whazzat?”

“Don't play dumb,” you smirk, “You aren't stupid no matter how much you pretend. You read those academic texts like they're gonna disappear every time your friends bring them over.”

He purses his lips. “Hey, I'm a high-school dropout, you can't be mean to me.”

“What was the title of the last one? A Critique of Foucauldian Governmentality?”

“I'm frankly surprised you remembered that, but yes, and it was a very good article I will have you know.”

“You seemed super into it.”

“I am a slut for Foucault, so.”

You giggle.

He hands you the bank mug, scooping out the steeper with his fingers. He takes up the fine porcelain cup, and even though it's a bit of a contrast – its delicate, blush-pink glaze and gilt handle matching the still-slight flush on his cheeks and the warmth of his eyes in the quiet light of the kitchen – it's not a mismatch. Mary was like that, you think, just a collection of things that didn't seem to go together but felt natural when they were united.

You bump your ankle against his knee, and he shuffles over to you, standing in between your knees. You sip the tea as he does, commenting, “But I like it.”

“Like what?”

“That you're contradictory. Sweet and violent. Depraved but also-” you reach up with your free hand to stroke his jaw, chuckling when he sags into the touch like an eager street cat, “Surprisingly innocent.”

“You want me to show you that depravity?” he growls, grinning and fixing you with a stare that turns your guts to mush.

“Another time, maybe.”

The stare breaks and his expression melts into a little smile. “Aw, okay.”

“I mean, not that I don't want to fuck in your kitchen at 2:54am, and I don't think you're working tomorrow, but...” You shift, sipping more of the tea, “Still feeling kind of fragile.”

“S'okay, you don't gotta qualify why you're not up for it. All I need's the 'no'.”

He dips his head and rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and continuing to hum, the pretty, petal-like cup held close in his hands. You think you might want to lean up, to kiss his plush lips, but you don't. It's too late, and the chamomile is working, and your shoulders are slumping. You'd probably fall asleep kissing him.

Maybe another time for that, though. That sounds really nice.

He notices. Of course he does. And without complaint, he sets your cups on the counter and picks you up, cradling you against his shoulder. You feel like a kid again, passed out in the car, the same comfort of being brought inside and tucked in.

He sets you down again on the mattress, huffing a breath when he loses his grip on you. He gently pries the covers out from under you, settling them over your shoulders, batting away your hands when you try to help.

He climbs under the covers too, tugging his pillow closer and shimmying up alongside you, tucking his ankle against yours. You're drifting now, the chamomile and the quiet of his apartment and that familiar scent of him all lulling you back to sleep, but you still feel it when he gently kisses your forehead, smooths his fingers along your scalp, and murmurs, “No more bad dreams, now.”

[the-arcana-asra-thot]

Asra × Female!Reader

• (Y/N) is having an anxiety attack and suffocates herself into fainting and then Asra finds her and is like

     - wtf no

     - uhh,,, I need to comfort my baby!! !!

     - and then imma ask her what the heckle she did and reassure her that I love her bc I do >:((

• And ye!!

//tw- mentions of anxiety attack and suicide attempt\\

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Hot tears streamed down my face as I trashed and kicked, making my blankets and sheets fall off my bed.

My barely present nails raked down my arms, leaving pulsing red marks down my appendages. I clenched my teeth and winced at the sensation.

I gripped at my hair and pulled, my lungs heaving with effort.

I let out a long held in cry, hearing it echo in the small shelter of Asra's room.

I fucking hate myself. Why does anyone even give me the time of day? Probably because they pity me. Who wouldn't? I'm just a hopeless lost cause, after-fucking-all. Or they just use me and then they will throw me aside once I'm drained and even more futile than before.

I sat up abruptly and slapped my hand over my mouth painfully.

I don't deserve to let it out. I deserve to self-implode and die agonizingly.

I stopped breathing, hoping to silence my pathetic sobbing. I knit my brows together and shut my eyes tight, concentrating on shutting the fuck up.

Suddenly, my world became dizzy and twisted; distorted intensely.

I didn't let go, though. I kept my hand firm over my damp nose and mouth, suffocating myself with increasing effort.

I opened my eyes and blinked my tears away, attempting to get rid of any signs of struggle.

I honestly couldn't tell if I was slipping out of consciousness or if I was closing my eyes; I couldn't decipher anything that was going on; my mind was clouded by a storm of pessimistic thoughts, and I restrained myself of any liberties at the moment, anyway.

••°°°°••

I wake up with sunlight dappling my features, highlighting every inch of my face. My throat is dry and my head is reeling. I attempt to sit up, but to no avail. I was exhausted.

I saw water on a small, carved wooden table. I reached a shaking hand toward it and gripped the contained liquid. I threw all my strength into sitting up, and this time, I was successful.

I brought the bowl to my mouth, being pleasantly surprised by the feeling the warm sensation that the heated stone caused my lips to feel.

The water smelled of honey and sugar.

I smiled weakly. This would make me feel much better.

I let the warm, welcoming liquid slip down my throat and swallowed it slowly, relishing the feeling.

Quicker than I would have liked, the liquid was less than a mere drop in the bottom of the bowl. I set it back on the bedside table.

I let my memories of the previous events flood back to me. Dread overcame my senses.

Asra must have seen me like that. Oh, no.. I didn't want him to see me like that. I.. I let myself go because I thought he wouldn't be back for a while.... he.. must've sensed something had gone awry.

I groaned and buried my face in my slender hands, feeling my eyes to be extremely puffy.

I gently pushed away the covers that Asra had presumably laid overtop of me.

My bare feet touched the polished wooden surface of the floor, the chill shooting up my legs.

I shivered and headed to the bathroom, looking in the small mirror Asra keeps on a shelf in his wardrobe.

I looked like hell.

Well, it felt as though I had experienced it, so.. close enough.

I smoothed my hair down and continued my minuscule trip. I felt the even colder tiles touch the soles of my feet.

I gasped slightly before grabbing the brush I had abandoned on the bathroom counter.

I brushed it through my hair, making my (thin/thick) and (hair type) hair volumize. 

I let the faucet water run, waiting for it to warm up; I was tired of feeling cold.

I let my fingers travel under the flowing water, attempting to let the feeling resonate within me.

I dampened my hair, making it flatten and getting rid of the frizz.

Once I was done, I turned the water to be frigid and rubbed my eyes, hoping to subside both the puffiness and redness that infested my eyes.

I sighed sharply before walking down the steps and looked into the booth that we held our tarot readings in.

I reached out lazily to brush back the curtains and entered the shop proper.

As soon as I entered the main room, I felt warm arms wrap around my waist and felt hair softer than cotton tickle my forehead.

I gasped, startled.

Soon, I eased into the hug that Asra had provided me, letting his love and comforting presence wash over me.

His voice was barely above a whisper when I felt his breath caress my ear.

"Did you attempt any-... anything yesterday?" His voice wavered, and his usually steady breathing hitched a bit before resuming, this time slightly more shaky.

My shoulders drooped with guilt. I didn't think he would know.

"I-I.. no."

The words hung in the air, obsolete with any meaning or truth, and Asra could sense that.

"(Y/N)," he began cautiously, "Are you telling the truth?"

He pulled back so he could look into my eyes.

His soft lavender orbs were not warm and happy as per usual, but hurt and worried. Barely evident tears lined his bottom lid.

"Asra, I-"

He grabbed my shoulders, his lips quivering.

"Don't lie to me! Please, I need to help you. I.. I need you."

His words cut deeper than the sharpest blade could ever.

I looked away. Guilt was emanating from my entire being as my (eye color) eyes searched the floor, seemingly for an answer or distraction.

He pulled me close to his body and let out a weak sob.

"Pl-please don- don't ever do anyth-thing like that again," Asra choked out, sniffling as he held me closer than he ever has before.

Silent tears streamed down my face.

"I won't. Ever. Please, don't cry.." my words wavered and I rubbed circles into Asra's back, wanting to calm him and reassure him I will never leave him.

He continued to sob and I rocked him back and forth and slowly led him to the couch in the back room and sat down next to him, still cradling his form in my arms.

Once he had calmed down a bit, he met my gaze.

Wiping tears from his beautiful eyes, he said, "Promise y-you won't ever-.. ever take yours-self away from me?"

"Oh, Asra.. I promise. Sincerely. I wouldn't ever want to hurt you like that," I said, giving off my most honest aura. "Please know that. I love you, and I would never even come close to damaging you like that."

Asra seemed satisfied with the answer and pulled me into his lap and made me straddle him.

Once again, we sat in silence. The only sounds we listened to each other's shaking breath and in sync heartbeat.

I let my fingers run through his soft hair and rubbed his back with my other hand.

"I love you. So, so, so much. Never forget that," Asra mumbled into my chest.

I smiled sadly. "I know. I won't. I love you, too. More than anything I've ever known."

I pressed my lips to the top his head, hoping to reassure him that my words held the utmost truth.

••°°°°••

I wake up with warmth surrounding my frame, comfortable as ever.

I smile and find Asra's hand, bringing it up to my lips in an affectionate manner.

"Hello, beautiful. Had a good rest, I hope?" He mumbled, his voice groggy from sleep.

I chuckled. "Yes, it was lovely. What about you?" I turned around to look into his eyes that I adored too much to put into words.

"The most fantastic sleep I've had in a while." He smiled and pulled me closer.

"Mm, that's probably because you're always sleeping somewhere foreign, hm?~" I tease him, propping myself up with my elbows.

"You got me," he spoke. "Stay here, I'll make us some food. Also, I'm keeping the shop closed today. I'm thinking we should take this as a vacation day for just the two of us~" he prompted as he walked out of the doorway.

"Sounds like a plan, my love," I call to him, snuggling into the couch, already missing his warmth.

My fingers grasp onto his shawl that he left behind, bringing it close to my face.

I let his scent enter my nose, filling me with bliss.

He smells like his favorite smoky-tasting tea and cinnamon- with a hint of vanilla, as well.

I smiled and yawned, content with my life.

I get up, longing for his presence.

"What are you making? Smells delicious~"

He looks back at me, smiling.

In that moment, my breath was taken away and I knew he was the only one I am ever going to love and that he is all that I will ever need.

"Asra.." I breathe out, taking in all of his features.

He turns around and cups my cheeks in his hands, suddenly concerned at my change in demeanor.

"Are you alright, my love?" His concerned eyes search my face.

"I.. I think I just fell in love with you all over again." I laugh, peppering his face with kisses.

"Ah, I do that all the time," he whispers, drawing me close.

We stare into each other's eyes with small, contented smiles dancing on our face.

"I-" we both began at the same time.

Asra laughed and I beamed in amusement.

"You go ahead, (Y/N)."

I smile and brush a stray curl out his his face so I could see more of his dazzling features.

"I just wanted to tell you how much you mean to me. Nothing you do could ever make me not love you, much less dislike. You.. You're so perfect, and I'm overjoyed I got to be a part of your life, and you a part of mine. I feel privileged and lucky to have gotten to spend any time at all with you. I guess what I'm trying to say is.. I love you. Unconditionally. No one else could make me love them more than I love you, no matter what they did or however hard they tried. Just know I will forever be here for you, and know that you are appreciated, even when we have a small quarrel."

The words slip out of my mouth so easily, as if already engraved in my brain. Or rather, heart.

Asra scooped me in flush against his body and kissed me with burning and powerful love. No other emotion besides love and happiness was poured into that kiss.

I felt warm and protected in his strong grip.

Nothing could ever feel more welcome and blissful as this. Just Asra and I. 

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That was eh.

I liked it but,,

I kinda

h a t e d

the uh

ending.