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happilyhertale · 7 months

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A spark of hope – Tom Bennett x female!reader

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, Misogyny

Author’s note: Your life is always the same - you help your mother out in the pub and earn money from other activities on the side. But at some point, you reach a point where maybe you don't want to do all that anymore.

English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (: Word count: 3.9k

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Cigarette smoke envelops you, but you move through it almost elegantly, empty glasses in your hand. Tonight is busy, but that also means there will be a lot of tipping. Music blares from the jukebox as you're back in the safety of your counter. You stand behind it and start cleaning the glasses you just collected. As the door to the pub swings open and more drunk young guys stumble in. They laugh and you don't really understand what they are saying before they burst out laughing again. When the blond one of the guys comes towards you.

"Good evening, milady," he says, visibly drunk. You can already tell how annoyed you are, but you smile nonetheless.

"What can I do for you?" you ask with feigned friendliness.

He grins, "Well... First, I'd settle for a beer," he slurs. You turn away smiling, but sigh as you draw his beer. You ignore his next attempts to make you laugh. Practiced by all the other guys who keep trying to get your attention, you have no problem with it. Besides, your end of the day is approaching and that clearly depresses your mood, but distracts you. Your colleague comes in and you sigh, but you nod at her and smile. Maria walks past tables on her way to the counter, taking away empty glasses as she goes. But before you can have a conversation with her, the door opens again. The blond guy is still watching you. But now you have work to do. You grab your stuff and walk up to the man who has just entered the pub. He puts his arm around your waist almost naturally and leads you out.

He lies on top of you, his hips thrusting into you again and again. His deep moans don't make it any better. But you're moaning too, trying to spur him on so he can finish. When he looks into your face, you close your eyes with passion and moan loudly, showing him how good he is. He moans loudly and grunts as he reaches his climax. He breathes heavily but rolls off you. He lies next to you, his eyes closed as he tries to catch his breath again. Your gaze is fixed on the ceiling, trying to feel a comforting sensation inside you, or at least push away the shame. When you hear a soft snore, you slowly stand up. You don't look back and quickly disappear into the bathroom to freshen up. Even faster you get dressed and take the money from the table. Quietly you leave the flat. You walk through the dark streets. It is warm and a gentle breeze blows around you as you look up. You see individual windows that are brightly lit. The lights have an almost calming effect on you. As you reach your house, you open the door. Your eyes fall into the kitchen, where your mother is sitting at the kitchen table. She is drinking a cup of tea and almost relaxed, smoking a cigarette.

"Oh, you're still awake?" you ask your mother. You put the money on the table.

"Yeah, I couldn't sleep," she says to you. She crosses her legs slightly and lets one leg bob.

"Oh, is that your tip? Keep that to yourself... You earned it," your mom says to you, looking up at you.

You hesitate, but then smile, "Nah, that's the leftover money from babysitting," you lie to your mom.

"Met Paul on the way home and he gave it to me" you say and slowly walk out of the kitchen.

"Oh well... All right... sleep well, little one," your mother calls after you.

You give her a gentle smile before retreating into the cosy confines of your room. As you prepare to lie down in your warm bed, your thoughts inexplicably drift to the memory of the forward and somewhat annoying person you met earlier in the pub. Although you cannot explain why he is so preoccupying you at this moment, you simply roll onto your side and surrender to the soothing call of sleep.

The next evening, you're back in the pub. You hang around for a while and serve the usual guests. But the conversations and loud laughter that fill the pub don't really pull you out of your thoughts.

Until the guy from yesterday enters the pub again and you sigh slightly. He walks up to you and grins.

"Hello my beautiful," he says.

You look at him wordlessly. Out of sheer habit, you try to read from his gaze what he really wants from you. Does he just want to be nice or does he want to become a next customer?

"What can I do for you?" you ask him with feigned friendliness.

"Well, that depends on what ya can give me," he says cheekily. You look at him slightly irritated, but before you can answer, he interrupts you.

"Ah, just give me a Guinness," he says. This clear and unintentional answer leaves you speechless for a moment. But you clear your throat and comply with his request.

„A pint of Guinness? On the way“, you say and turn around.

You serve him a Guinness and watch as he hesitantly clasps the glass with his hand.

"My name's Tom, by the way," he says with a smile.

"Well, hello Tom," you say, watching his face contort as he drinks his Guinness. You have to laugh slightly, "Don't you like Guinness?" you ask.

"Not really," he says and bravely takes another sip

"Then why are you ordering it?" you ask with a laugh, wanting to put him out of his misery. But as you reach for the beer, he playfully pushes your hand away.

"Hands off," he says with a smile.

"This will ensure that I don't finish the beer so quickly and stay sitting here longer," he says with a slight wink.

You blush slightly but laugh lightly anyway.

"You're silly," you say, but have to smile slightly.

"I never said otherwise," Tom says, drinking again with a disgusted look on his face.

You have to laugh again and Tom smiles at you. A hint of joy is written on his face as he hears you laugh.

"Do you have a name too?" he asks you after taking another sip.

You smile at him, "Y/n," you tell him.

"Hello y/n," Tom says, "Have a drink with me," he says.

But you shake your head slightly, "No... Not while I'm working," you say with a smile.

And tonight you have a lot to do. Almost countless guests are pouring into the pub and the prospect of making it alone seems almost impossible. But with unwavering determination, you dance back and forth between the tables, deftly noting the orders and clearing away the empty glasses. In the midst of this hustle and bustle, Tom remains steadfast, his fingers holding the glass of Guinness, and his eyes never taking his eyes off your tireless performance.

As the evening draws to a close and the tide of guests gradually ebbs, a palpable sigh of relief escapes your lips. But just as you toy with the idea of locking up, the door swings open again, announcing the arrival of an unexpected guest. Instinctively, you consider simply saying you were about to close up, but as you turn around, you find yourself frozen in shock for a moment.

‚Not him again...‘ you think.

The guy smiles at you, "Hi sweetie..." he just says and you sigh.

You turn around to Tom, who is still sitting there, and try to smile slightly.

"I have to go, Tom…," you say quietly.

Tom's gaze lingers on you and finally settles on the man who has just entered the pub. But you see Tom nod slightly. But still, you recognize the subtle nuances in Tom's facial expression that betray an unmistakable dislike, a deep lack of trust toward the guy.

Tom rises slowly and leans forward slightly. He presses a tender kiss to your cheek. In that fleeting moment, you feel the gentle caress of his breath, causing a subtle tingling sensation. It's such a tender sensation that you instinctively bite your lip, an intimate reaction hidden from all but the keenest observers.

"Until next time," he says softly.

You nod slightly as he walks past you and the guy and leaves the pub.

The guy grins at you, "Another customer?" he says to you.

"I don't talk about my business," is all you say to him.

You leave the pub and follow the guy to his flat. And again, the time with him is just uncomfortable. He is just disgusting and manages to make you feel disgusted with yourself. He never shows any consideration for you and this time is no different. You lie on the bed and he lies on top of you with his heavy body. He thrusts hard into you and grunts to himself, but not in a way that would increase your arousal. You bite your lip to keep from crying out, but you have a feeling that's exactly what he wants. When he suddenly leans back slightly and looks you in the face, you don't know at first what he wants from you. Until he slaps you across the face and you are sure that is exactly what he wants - to make you scream. You gasp, your face hurts, but you don't give him the satisfaction.

"Don't slap me," you hiss back at him. But he only grabs your throat in response and grunts again. Your eyes grow wide as he squeezes and thrusts into you like crazy. Breathing becomes difficult and you feel panic rising in you, but you can't scream. The hand on your throat makes it impossible for you to let anything but a whimper come out of you. Your hand finally reaches for his, you try to pull it away from your neck. But you seem powerless. Distantly you perceive his light laughter, his thrusts don't let up and you notice how you become sore.

Suddenly you hear him moan loudly and climax. He breathes heavily and you notice how his thrusts subside and his hand around your neck loosens slightly. While he is overwhelmed by his feelings, you don't hesitate for long and push him off you.

"Hey...", he says still breathing heavily. But you hurriedly get dressed as tears come to your eyes. You take the money from the table and leave the flat.

You hurry home and pass your mother without a word. You can't even tell if she spoke to you.

Without a moment's hesitation, you are drawn to the bathroom and the urge for a shower overcomes you. The night hangs on you like a shroud, and you had hoped that the warm stream of water would wash away the burden weighing on your soul. As you surrender to the water's gentle embrace, however, you quickly realize that the longed-for soothing effect fails to materialize. With your eyes closed, you lean against the cool, unyielding tiles of the shower, and your body slowly sinks to the floor. Tears bubble up, mirroring the gentle surge of water that envelops you. At this vulnerable moment, you can no longer bear the weight of your existence and silently plead for release.

The water has grown cold by now, and your tears are also beginning to stop. You muster the strength to reach up and turn off the water. You step out of the shower and wrap your body in the comforting embrace of a soft towel.

As you finally snuggle into the warm sanctuary of your bed, enveloped, your thoughts are still spinning. But the embrace of sleep, hopefully giving you comfort in the quiet of the night, soon envelops you.

The next evening you are again behind the bar of the pub. The absence of Tom casts a shadow over your heart, a faint hint of melancholy. But duty calls, and you resolve to excel once again, if only to escape for a moment the burden of your overwhelming thoughts. Your gaze, however, inevitably wanders to the spot where Tom sat the night before.

As you say goodbye to the last of your guests after hours of work and walk back to the counter, a sigh of relief escapes your lips. You begin to tend to the few remaining glasses, seeking solace in the mundane rhythm. But then the door swings open again, and you instinctively glance over your shoulder. There he stands, the obnoxious guy, and an unsettling sense of panic spreads through you.

"Today I have no time for you," you say immediately, without waiting to see what he even wants.

But he just smiles, "Oh come on... Yesterday was good, wasn’t it? I enjoyed it..," he says.

"And I don't care, I don't have time today," you say simply. You go behind the counter and start washing the glasses.

He comes closer. Very close. "Oh come on... I could tell you liked it," he says quietly, grinning at you with his crooked smile

You look at him angrily, "I don't know what kind of world you live in. But certainly not one where you could say what pleases a woman," you say.

He slaps you again. You gasp as your face flies to the side. The pain from last night is palpable in your face again.

"You like that, don't you, you whore," he just hisses, "You can't do more than spread your thighs."

"Get the fuck out of here, you bastard," you suddenly hear another voice say.

You look at the door, startled, breathing heavily. The pain has brought tears to your eyes. Your vision is blurred, but Tom is standing there and he doesn't look pleased at all.

The guy turns around, "Get out of here, kid. Wait your turn," he just says unimpressed.

"Oh I think it's my turn," Tom says even louder. He walks up to the guy and grabs him by the collar. The guy turns and gives Tom a swinging punch. You gasp and yell out slightly. Tom stumbles back a little, looking even angrier. His nose is bleeding slightly, but he walks back up to the guy and headbutts him. You hear it crack and slap your hand over your mouth.

"Don't ever touch her again," Tom hisses. He rams his knee into his soft parts so that the guy goes down. He only gasps and cries out slightly. He holds his balls and whimpers.

Tom grabs him by the collar and drags him towards the exit. He gives him another kick and thus transports him outside. You hear him breathing heavily and he closes the door.

He turns to you and sees the look on your face.

"Are ya okay?" he asks you. You nod slightly and reply, "I should be asking you that," you whisper. You take a dish towel and walk towards him. Carefully you dab away the blood, he smiles sheepishly.

"It's nothing," he says softly.

You take his hand and lead him behind the counter. He sits down on a chair and lets you treat him. He watches you closely.

"Who was that," he finally asks. You hesitate at first, afraid he'll find out what you're doing. That he might see you through different eyes.

"Just someone I know," you say quietly, avoiding his gaze. He nods, barely noticeable. When the blood is wiped from his face, you look at him. He grins slightly again.

"What is it?" you ask

"Let me take ya out," he says cheekily.

You laugh lightly.

"No Tom. You don't want that," you say to him. You try to avoid his gaze and feel your chest tighten slightly. As his voice rings out, your gaze meets his blue eyes.

"Why wouldn't I want that?" he whispers, sounding curiously.

"Because... that wouldn't work Tom," you simply say and throw the bloody dish towel into the next corner. But you can still feel his gaze on you.

"Well, as long as I don't have to drink any more Guinness, I don't see why it wouldn't work," he says.

You just look at him, but the smile does not disappear from his face, "That would be the least of your problems," you say quietly.

Tom scrutinises your face for a moment. The way you avoid his gaze and your eyebrows draw together slightly for a brief moment and your brow furrows briefly.

He clears his throat slightly.

"You slept with him, didn't you?" he asks quietly, "For money?" he adds quietly, watching your reaction closely. His gaze does not leave you. Your breath catches in your throat, leaving you wordless for a moment. A blush of shame turns your cheeks scarlet.

"What..? Tom... it's not like that" you stammer.

Tom says nothing for a moment and you fear that he is already judging you.

"You don't know what it's like," you say suddenly.

"When my father died and left me and my mother with this pub.... We have trouble paying all the bills and my mom does so much for me... She gave up so much just to be able to give me a good life..." you say justifying

"And so the least I can do is try to give her something back... Earn some money and..." but you can't continue. Tom silences you with his lips.

You are startled at first, but surrender to his soft lips. Suddenly you feel so close to him as he gets up from the chair and wraps his arms around you. The way your mouths meet is electrifying, his tongue touches yours and makes you whimper slightly. You don't want to miss those lips any more.

"It's okay..." he whispers against your lips after some time.

You look him in the eyes and breathe a little heavily. You cannot believe his words. You need a little time to process his words.

"It's okay...?" you say quietly.

He nods, "It's okay..." he says softly.

He gently caresses your cheek, "And to me, you are so much more than a lady who can spread her thighs," he says softly, smiling slightly.

His slight smile is reflected on your lips. Again, he kisses you. His hand slides into your hair, holding your head gently. "So much more..." he whispers against your lips.

You feel his other hand slide to your hip. He presses you against his body. Your arms slide around his neck as his other hand finds your hip as well. With one movement, he sets you on your counter and you gasp slightly.

"Tom," you gasp, but he silences you with his lips again.

You wrap your legs around his waist as his hands slide along your thighs. His fingertips leave a trail of heat on your soft skin. You gasp slightly as his hands slide under your dress. He looks at you, his lips slightly parted, almost as if he is asking your permission. But instead of answering, you let your lips meet his.

Your breathing becomes heavier and suddenly it seems infinitely hot behind the counter. You feel his hand slide to the inside of your thigh and you whimper lightly against his lips. He grips lightly and you feel the pulsation between your legs.

"Tom..." you whimper lightly and you feel a grin forming on his lips. But he doesn't hesitate for long and reaches your wet panties. He presses his fingers against them and you cannot suppress a moan. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to press your hips further against his hand.

"Hmhm, a little needy, eh?" you hear him whisper. A hiss from him follows as you bite his lip lightly.

And suddenly he pushes your panties aside and lets his fingers slide inside you.

"Well, I shouldn't keep ya waiting then," he murmurs as you moan again.

You let your lips collide with his again and your tongues dance wildly around each other. His fingers work their way into you faster as your fingers work their way around his belt. You try to undo his belt, despite the distraction, and finally manage it. Without hesitation you open his trousers and they slide down his legs. A deep rumble rises in his chest as you slide your hand into his pants. You feel his hard member twitch as you embrace it. Your hand slides up and down as if by itself.

His breathing quickens and you feel the precum already gathering at the tip of his cock. You rub it gently and hear him growl again. Your kiss becomes a little more aggressive and he pulls you closer to him. His fingers don't let up in their thrusts and you feel your thighs begin to tremble as his thumb rubs your sensitive pearl.

But then he pulls his fingers out of you and replaces them with his hot length. Slowly he penetrates you and stretches you bit by bit. You press your face into the crook of his neck as the almost painful feeling turns into pure pleasure. You gasp and moan slightly. Your teeth find their way to his neck and you bite lightly.

Tom's hands slide to your bottom, pressing you further against him as his hips slam against yours.

You are completely in sync, the only sound in the pub is your breathing and the sounds you create together. You are both panting now as your movements become faster and more animalistic.

He hits the sweet spot inside your depths and you moan out. You lean back slightly and watch him thrust into you again and again. His face contorts into a mixture of effort and lust. You hear his heavy breathing and grunts leave him.

You hear every sound, every gasp, every slap of your skin against each other. In the depths of this moment, Tom fixes his gaze with yours, an unspoken declaration that in this fleeting moment his entire universe is focused on a single point: you. The woman who embodies his deepest desires - who he wants more than anything.

But this moment is interrupted when his hands suddenly leave your bottom and slide onto your knees. He moves one of your legs to the side while he brings the other to his shoulder.

"God, Tom!" you moan as you feel his thrusts even deeper. But you only hear his grunts, which never fade.

You brace yourself against the counter with your arms as he penetrates you deeper and deeper.

"Fuck, yea," Tom growls as he feels your pussy begin to clench around his cock. You can't help but whimper and moan and give in to the sensation.

You cry out a little as he pushes you over the edge and the warmth floods you. Your torso falls back a little and his hand slides to your back to hold you in place. He fucks you through your orgasm, pursuing his own climax. When suddenly he groans and squints his eyes. His thrusts become more sloppy as he coats your walls with his seed.

He gasps and thrusts as his thrusts slowly subside. You look at each other, heavily atment. Until you giggle lightly. You lean forward again and kiss him, feeling the light film of sweat over his lip.

"You’re so much more to me…", he whispers against your lips as he pulls you closer again.

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uhtredswordofuhtred · 9 months

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🥺💗

#did she just said “FOR NOW” 😵‍💫#love them so much #ewan nation winning again #ewan mitchell #julia brown #tom bennett #lois bennett #world on fire #tom bennett world on fire

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slytherincursebreaker · 10 months

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that was on purpose when she said that

saw the trailer and I might have shouted that's my husband when seeing him...got a little crazy.

#lois bennett #tom bennett #world on fire #ewan mitchell

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worldonfiredaily · 10 months

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As though we all had our suspicions about Sean never having been confirmed. I suppose Julia's BTS might just be that confirmation we will be getting about Douglas/Sean in tonight's episode...

#world on fire #ewan mitchell #julia brown #sean bean #tom bennett #lois bennett #douglas bennett

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bcon24 · 1 year

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All I Could Think About Was You (Tom Bennett x Reader)

A/N: Ahhhh ok this is the first time I’ve ever written a fic, like ever. Could well be shit, yep. But like I spent hours on this and I honestly don’t even care anymore. Not at all a writer so appreciate any and all feedback - tear me apart! If you like it, please leave a like or note - anything is appreciated! Hope everyone is having a great day! ❤️

3191 words (I GOT CARRIED AWAY)

Set late 1939, pre-Dunkirk

Tom and Y/N had grown up together, they had lived on the same street and attended the same school after all. While Tom and Lois were boisterous, excitable children, Y/N was more reserved. Not exactly quiet, just not confident, with an ever-obvious nervous disposition.

Y/N, her mother and sister moved to Manchester the summer after her tenth birthday. She would occasionally see the brother and sister playing in the street, while she sat on the steps bored and fiddling with pebbles. The 2 would play tag, and when Tom would play tricks and give his older sister cheek, Lois would always give it right back. Y/N always admired that about Lois.

Y/N spent her first summer in Manchester mostly in solitude. Her mother worked as a secretary at the local bank, a role she was incredibly proud of, and her sister, Jenny, was 4 years her senior and quickly made a tonnage of friends. Her hot, summer mornings consisted of reading, staring at the ceiling, playing marbles then staring at the ceiling again, but her afternoons were reserved for sitting on her steps – or if she was feeling ambitious, kicking a ball – and observing the fun-loving Bennett siblings. Every day she built up her courage to eventually approach them, and join in. However, it was not until the following autumn that she interacted with either of them.

It was the first day of school and Y/N was standing in the corner of the large courtyard. She had begged her mother not to leave her, her mother simply responded with a good-natured – albeit slightly impatient – smile and a kiss on the cheek before telling her daughter, “All will be well, my darling.”

Y/N’s mother wrenched herself from the tight grip of her daughter and left. Jenny had immediately found her friends, leaving Y/N standing awkwardly alone, fading into the background. Soon after, the Bennett siblings arrived, and a small wave of nervous excitement spread through Y/N. What happened next, she had most definitely not anticipated.

Lois Bennett, with her round freckled face and red curls carefully walked up to her, almost like she was worried about scaring Y/N away.

“Hiya! I’m Lois! This is my brother, Tom. You live down the road from us, don’t ya?” Lois asked. She was smiling at Y/N. Young Tom stood beside his older sister, looking intrigued at the girl in front of him. He had a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, a smirk that Y/N would become incredibly familiar with.

Nervously, Y/N nodded, her brown bob also shaking with the movement.

“Do you wanna play with us?”

Y/N grinned and nodded once again, her shy exterior slowly crumbling.

As the years passed, Y/N grew to be extremely close with the Bennett’s. Lois treated her as a younger sister, and Tom became her best friend. The Bennett’s father, Douglas, was also very fond of the girl, believing the calming effect she had on the troublesome and hyperactive Tom to be a godsend.

The relationship between Y/N and Tom was certainly intriguing. Each of their contrasting personalities complimented the other, Y/N was calculated where Tom was impulsive, and shy where Tom was out-going. He was her protector, and she was always standing by his side. Y/N’s persona around Tom and his family changed also. She was open and fun, always making the others laugh. As they grew into young adults, their relationship only strengthened. They shared an incredibly strong bond, one that confused everyone around them. As they matured it was clear that what was held between them was not only friendship, but out of fear of losing the other neither of them ever ventured to explore their feelings.

Lois and Y/N also remained close, while Y/N loved her sister, she felt that sometimes Lois understood her better.

Tom enjoyed when she read to him, lying tip-to-tail on his bed. she looked so adorable when she focused, only looking up to grab the cigarette out of his outstretched hands and take a puff - terrible habit she had picked up from him. He got to stare shamelessly at her, taking her in. Her beautiful eyes focusing on the page, slightly furrowed eyebrows and her curled hair falling in front of her eyes. All he wanted to do was brush the hair away. He couldn’t stop himself, sitting up and gently moving the silky lock behind her ears. She stopped reading, frozen with shock, looking up. His hand, however, did not move. It stayed hovering beside her face, fingers gently touching her jawline. Their eye contact was intense, seemingly conveying everything they felt for each other, love, longing, lust and passion – red-hot passion. His hand fell to one of hers, gripping it softly. He was acting entirely on impulse, lifting her soft hand to his lips and kissing it gingerly. Not once did they break eye contact. As they were both simultaneously leaning in, the door banged open. They jumped apart as if they had been poked with a red-hot iron. Lois was standing there, completely unaware of the moment she had just interrupted, strolling in and going about her business. Neither of them could look at each other, understanding the weight of what had almost happened.

The sun was setting when Y/N opened the Bennett’s door, she had long since stopped knocking. She walked through the doorway into the kitchen, where Douglas and Tom were sat. Douglas was listening to the radio, something about rising tensions in mainland Europe, while Tom was nursing a cigarette.

“Hiya,” She greeted. Tom’s blue eyes roved over her figure which made her blush and look away. She was clad in a pretty red dress and her best dancing shoes. He rose an eyebrow, lips pursed – he looked gorgeous.

“What are you all dolled up for?” He asked curiously, his Manchester accent lacing his words.

At that Lois came down the stairs, also dressed up. She answered her brothers’ question, “We are going dancing,” giving him a light glare.

Y/N nodded, gazing at Tom’s still questioning stare. His face softened when she smiled at him, and he gave her a small but genuine smile in return.

Lois gripped Y/N’s arm and dragged her up the stairs, Tom staring almost longingly after her. Once sitting comfortably on Tom’s bed while Lois made finishing touches to her look, Y/N sighed, feeling the soft quilt between her fingers.

“You know its really obvious, you and Tom’s feelings for each other,”

Y/N choked on her breath, causing an amused smirk to grace Lois’ features. An angry red blush rose on her face.

Stumbling slightly, she replied, “I- I don’t know what you mean,”

Lois rolled her eyes, “Sure you don’t,”

Y/N would be lying if she said Lois’ words didn’t excite her. She knew she cared for Tom more than a friend should, if she really thought about it, she might say she was in love with him. However, she was entirely convinced the feelings were one sided – of course, she was wrong. Little did she know that Tom felt the exact same way. Even though he was too proud to label it as it was – love – he knew his feelings for Y/N were anything but platonic. Ironically, the one-time Tom did not say what he truly thought, was when it could be considered most important. Eventually forgetting about the slightly distressing conversation with Lois, Y/N focused on shoving her feelings into a mental box and pushing said box to the very back of her conscience.

There were more important things to focus on, war had broken out. When Tom had left for the Navy, Y/N was distraught, but managed to conceal it until when she was alone in her bed at night. She wept at the possibility of never seeing him again, even though she knew that what he was doing was necessary – even if they both hated it. It all happened so swiftly, and they barely had time to say goodbye, words unsaid weighing heavily on both their shoulders. The only person who could see how much it affected the pair was Lois, but her words fell on deaf ears, both too stubborn and scared to do anything about their pain.

It was all made worse when Lois also left, although not to the front lines. Y/N was so happy for Lois, but that did not stop the feelings of loneliness from creeping in. It seemed that Lois anticipated this though, and before she left asked Y/N,

“While I’m gone, will you check in on Dad for me? I just worry about him you know? He’ll be on his own a- “

Y/N hastily nodded and silenced Lois, “Of course, don’t you worry. Just go live your life.”

Y/N fell into a routine, after work she would go to the Bennett’s and sit with Douglas for a while, sharing a pot of tea. Once or twice a week she would cook dinner for him, and often went to fetch his groceries for him. It was one such evening, Y/N was chopping up vegetables while Douglas sat listening to the radio. Y/N was humming to herself, different to her normal listening intently to the radio, in case of news about Tom’s ship. Suddenly, she heard Douglas stand and turn the volume of the small radio up, his breathing accelerating. He was muttering incoherently to himself. Y/N placed down her knife and stepped toward him.

“Douglas are you ok?” she asked with increasing alarm. Douglas turned; he looked as if he had been punched in the gut.

“I- It’s the Exeter,” he whispered back. The colour drained from Y/N’s face as she began to listen to the radio. As she processed the words, she felt her surroundings fade away. The Exeter hit? Tom… Is he alive? Her thoughts were going a mile a minute, inhibiting any movement she might’ve intended. But in that moment, she could not think about herself. Douglas was falling apart. Y/N knew about his past, how the Great War left him a changed man. To see his own son go away to another war? The pain would be unbearable. Y/N began to comfort him, turning off the radio and making him sit down. He began to sob, and Y/N sat with him, just tryingto help him. Later, she had no idea how she managed to help Douglas while being on the brink of breaking down herself, it was like a reflex.

After she left later in the night, after making sure Douglas was completely settled, she finally let it sink in. Y/N began sobbing uncontrollably, reaching out for something – anything – to support herself with. She found no such thing, crumbling to the hardwood floor, Jenny running in to check on her, reaching to comfort her. Jenny held Y/N while she sobbed, understanding the situation through what Y/N had told her, and gently rocking her like a baby. Y/N couldn’t fathom it, what if he was gone and she never told him how she felt? What if she was so scared of losing him but it happened anyway? As she lay on her floor, in Jenny’s arms – numb - all she could think about was Tom, his face, his smell. She couldn’t imagine life without him.

When the sirens went off, Tom raced to his position. He didn’t even have to think about it, just got on with it. But when he heard the deafening boom, when silence enveloped the gun room, he sobered instantly. When the explosion occurred, scattering him and his crewmates across the smoking room, only one thing was on his mind. Y/N. It was like all their shared memories played as a film reel for him. Joking with each other while they walked down the street, hands occasionally tangling together. He thought about that day they had almost kissed, and he felt regret deep in his bones. He should’ve kissed her. As feeling slowly came back to his body, he vowed that if he survived, he would tell her how he felt.

It was just another day for Y/N, not good, not bad. She walked down the street towards the Bennett’s, holding a bag of groceries in her hand, kicking a pebble. Her mind wandered to Tom, they still hadn’t heard anything, and it was eating her alive. Resolute in not bursting into tears on the street, she put it out of her mind. Reaching the door, she reached to unlock it, slightly shocked to find it open – Douglas was not usually home so early - and strolled in cautiously.

“Douglas? The front door was un- “

What she saw stunned her, her feet suddenly blocks of concrete that were unwilling to move. Sitting at the table with Douglas, sipping a cup of tea, looking ethereal as ever, was Tom. He was still wearing his service uniform, rucksack on the floor, he looked incredibly put together. She didn’t know if she was going to laugh or cry. Probably both.

“Tom?” She asked, not sure if what was happening was real or just a dream. Lord knows she’d had similar ones recently.

“Hey Love,” He replied casually, his signature smirk splashed across his face. Y/N could barely get her words out.

“But- you… the Exeter- hit,” If she wasn’t so shocked she would laugh at herself, barely able to string two words together. Somehow, he understood her meaning, sensing her distress, and standing up.

“It was, but it didn’t sink. I’m ok.” He replied, raising his arms to gesture to himself, “See?”

Y/N let out a sob and tackled him into a hug, Tom’s arms instantly wrapping around her. As she took her time to feel his body against her own, he was home, he nuzzled his nose into her hair and inhaled. God, he had missed her. She pulled back, grasping onto his shoulders, his chest, his neck, just to feel him. She was a sobbing mess. He grabbed her hands in his own, kissing them before placing them on his chest. Y/N let out a whimper at his actions. His hands then gripped her cheeks, and he rested his forehead against hers, while tears still ran down her face.

“I’m here, I’m home. Everything’s ok,” He whispered to her while rubbing her cheeks, her tears slowing.

Y/N suddenly remembered they weren’t alone, looking to see Douglas standing there with a smile on his face and slightly glazed eyes. Her face went red as she stared at her feet, head resting against Tom’s chest. Tom smiled slightly at her embarrassment. Douglas suggested the pair go for a walk, while he unpacked the food. Too emotional to protest, Y/N swiftly followed Tom out the door, holding his arm as if she let go, he would disappear. Before she knew it, they were strolling through a nearby park, both waiting for the other to speak. In an ironic reversal of the roles, Y/N stopped and spoke up, still gripping Tom’s hand.

“I was so worried, Tom. I thought- “ she couldn’t even finish her sentence, but he knew what she meant. He looked down, the implications of her words too much for him to handle. He reverted to all he knew, teasing.

“Hey, you would be fine without me. After all, I’m just a bloody nuisance,” he tried to be nonchalant, but she could see through it. He was scared.

“Don’t say that. I missed you, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” She said with a degree of urgency.

“I missed you too,” Tom said, not entirely able to respond her admittance of how much he meant to her. But then he realised, he had to tell her how he felt. It wasn’t fair on either of them.

“When the- “ her head snapped up, eyes meeting his. He took a deep breath, “When the Exeter was hit, when I was lying there not sure what happened, I probably should’ve been thinking about Dad and Lois. Or- or even praying. But all I could think about was- was- “

He was struggling to get the words out, he took a moment to collect himself before returning to her questioning gaze. Now or never.

“All I could think about was you. You, and how I had never told you the truth. How- how I really feel about you,” Y/N’s mouth was wide open and her eyes were the size of saucers, she was gripping his hands and he took that as an invitation to continue.

“I love you, Y/N. More than a friend. I have for ages. I needed to tell you, I don’t want to think about if I had died and hadn’t told you,”

Tom felt vulnerable, more than he ever had, he was hanging on her next words. Y/N was shocked, how could she have never known? She was so happy, she wanted to jump for joy, but she couldn’t move, could barely breathe. Tom looked devastated at her silence.

“Say something, please. Please, Y/N- “

She couldn’t take it, she silenced him by pressing her lips to his – probably a bit too harshly. They both stumbled back before he steadied them, Tom’s eyes widening before they closed, and he settled into the kiss. His hands went around her waist, lifting her up slightly and pressing her body to his. Y/N’s were holding onto his shoulders for dear life. The kiss was magical, somehow able to convey a decade’s worth of feelings in one short moment. Short moment.

She broke away urgently and almost shouted, “I love you too! I love you; I love you,”

They were both smiling like fools, “You love me?” Tom asked, completely unbelieving of his luck.

“Yes! Of course I do!”

He laughed and spun the both of them around as she squealed. He slowly placed her back down, staring into her eyes before kissing her again. This time it was different, less urgent. Their lips moved together slowly, one of Tom’s hands tangled in her hair and his other held her jaw, giving her nowhere to go – not like she wanted to go anywhere else. Y/N’s were wrapped firmly around his neck, and she let out a quiet moan at the intimacy of it all which only spurred Tom on. His tongue swiped her bottom lip, and she eagerly opened her mouth for him, their tongues moving sensually against each other’s.

They begrudgingly pulled away for air and rested their foreheads against each other, inhaling deeply. She pulled back slightly to look at him, his eyes still opening. His blonde hair needed a haircut, but his ocean blue eyes and incredibly sharp jawline made him as gorgeous as ever.

He was looking at her with much the same intensity, telling her, “You’re beautiful,”

Y/N beamed up at him and pecked his lips in thanks before moving away.

“Come on, it’s getting dark,” she stated.

Tom nodded but stayed still for a few moments longer, thinking about how he got so lucky. He kissed her hand intertwined with his before walking with her, feeling utterly content.

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evita-shelby · 6 months

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Finally watched world on fire season 2.

Its is amazing. A shame Ewan couldn’t be more in it or mentioned more.

But i love that almost every young adult in this season seems to have this energy thanks to their trauma

#kasia tomaszeski #kasia world on fire #lois bennett world on fire #lois bennett #world on fire bbc #world on fire #zofia wichlacz #julia brown #ewan mitchell #tom bennett #harry chase #jonah hauer king

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servants-hall · 10 months

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World on Fire S2 Trailer!

#world on fire #wof spoilers #wof trailers #wof s2 #harry chase #kasia tomaszeski #tom bennett #lois bennett #robina chase #note from the mod: PBS' trailer has the same clips

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kaelatargaryen · 10 months

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y’all….

#please show Ewan lmao #julia brown #ewan mitchell #world on fire #tom bennett #lois bennett #I’m screaming

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murgaloo · 10 months

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Harry x Lois: Foolish one, stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love that ain't never gonna come; you will learn the hard way instead of just walking out

Harry x Kasia: On a crowded street in 1944 and you were headed off to fight in the war, you still would've been mine and we would have been timeless

Lois x Vernon: All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life, got a feeling your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life

Albert x Webster: I can see you in your suit and your necktie, passed me a note saying "Meet me tonight", then we kissed & you know I won't ever tell

Speak Now (Taylor's Version) vault tracks as World on Fire (2019) couples

#bbc world on fire #world on fire #harry chase #kasia tomaszeski #lois bennett #vernon hunter #albert fallou #webster o'connor #harry x kasia #harry x lois #lois x vernon #albert x webster #speak now (taylor's version)#taylor swift #this woman writes songs for every. single. ONE of my ships #its becoming scary atp

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aemondismyromanempire · 3 months

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it's a bittersweet thing when a series is cancelled. sure, i am sad because we'll never see ewan as tom bennett again. and of course, i am happy we got to see him play this sassy guy in the first place because he was so much fun to watch. yes, i am sad because julia brown will never be lois again. but yes, i am also happy that i got to discover her and several other talented actors through this series.

so, overall, my mood is: i want to cry, i want to smile, i want to rewatch WoF, i want to take a nap.

#ewan mitchell #tom bennett #lois bennett #julia brown #world on fire #personal

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edgrsgifs · 1 year

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julia brown icons

#julia brown #julia brown icons #lois bennett #lois bennett icons #world on fire #world on fire icons #bbc #bbc world on fire #tom bennett #icons #twitter icons #headers

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happilyhertale · 8 months

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Life anchor – Tom Bennett x female!reader, Part 2

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem!reader

Warnings: Misogyny, fluff

Author’s note: Hey you (:

After the first meeting between you and Tom, you can't really forget him. Even though your husband has made it clear to you that he won't tolerate it, you can't wait to see Tom again.

English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 2.5k

Part 1, Part 3

Other stories of mine

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Three days passed, and then the moment had come. As you stood at the edge of the harbor, your eyes lifted to see the imposing shape of the ship. Although the idea of spending a day and a night aboard this ship does not fill you with enthusiasm, a glimmer of hope remains within you - the hope of seeing Tom again. Beside you stands William, an unwavering presence. Even as you stood in the foyer of your house, he made it clear that you should behave. A warning tone that made you shudder to the core.

Without many words, you waited with Wiliam for the other guests. You listen, lost in thought, as the water beats against the basin. How the seagulls cry out and fly over your heads. As one by one everyone gathers, your attention is drawn to the captain, who reappears and offers joyful greetings. Under his guidance, you once again enter the ship, but this time you are immediately led to your cabins, which were to house you during the night. The quarters seemed unimaginably small, but the consolation was in knowing that you would not be sharing the bed with William.

Before you even had a chance to arrange your belongings, William had already left the cabin. Along with the other men, he strolled about the ship in unison with the captain, his posture showing mock fascination. He dutifully converses with a few sailors and casts attentive glances at every detail of the ship, seeming completely immersed in maritime history.

As you leave the cabin, you look forward to spending the day without William. You seek out the other wives who have already gathered on the deck. A shared understanding of your collective situation is unspoken in the air, a silent sisterhood bound by unspoken compassion that makes every conversation feel like a comfort.

On the open deck, you have a perfect view of the harbor as the ship loosened its moorings to begin its short voyage. You lean over the railing a bit to watch the dancing waves as the ship begins to move. You focused on the rhythmic motion of the waves as they refracted through the body of the ship, while the hum of your companions' conversations provided a gentle symphonic background.

Yet amidst this tranquil scenery, your gaze instinctively lifted each time a sailor crossed your vicinity. An unspoken longing slumbered within you, a hope that those steel-blue eyes would cross with yours. But with each passing sailor, the tendrils of hope slowly gave way to a quiet disappointment, a subtle shadow that you try to push aside.

A fleeting illusion briefly played tricks on your senses as you thought you spotted Tom among the sailors. A spontaneous and carefree grin appeared on your features, only to be replaced by a startled smile when you realized that it was another blond sailor who happily returned your gaze. Startled by your own reaction, you hastily averted your eyes, and a delicate blush betrayed your slight shame. Inwardly, you admonished yourself to leave this silly fuss behind and regain your composure.

As the evening drew nearer and nearer, you gave up all your hope. During the waning hours, Tom remained an elusive specter that never crossed the path of your gaze, and you are certain that you imagined it all. In the quiet of your cabin, you prepare for the upcoming dinner. Another evening of bad jokes and drunken men. You take another deep breath in and out before leaving your cabin. With deliberate steps, you approach the dining room, already filled with the laughter and conversation. William is sitting there with the other gentlemen and they seemed to have had drinks already as well. At the neighboring tables sit sailors with the marks of their voyages etched on their faces, but there, too, the alcohol is flowing. You don't want to admit it to yourself, but your eyes wander hopefully around the room, but they don't meet those steel-blue eyes.

An oppressive feeling spreads through you as you silently take a seat next to William. An other gentleman - perhaps George - settles at your other side. Gradually, the other wives join you at the table. The drinks flow ceaselessly, making the conversation increasingly awkward. You just hope that William, in his drunken stupor, doesn't get the idea of trying to sleep with you. The pressure in your chest expands again and you long to retreat to the solitude of your cabin. But then the tone of the conversation changes abruptly and you are jolted out of your thoughts. Your fertility is the subject of discussion - and you feel the nausea rising in you.

"Why don't you have a son yet?" George asks William, without even looking at you, he leans forward and looks directly at William.

William is draining his glass and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Y/n just isn't able to grow a son inside of her...", William replies, slurring his words clearly audible.

You close your eyes for a moment and want to just throw up.

Suddenly there is a hand on your thigh and you look down at your thighs, startled. That hand doesn't belong to William and your gaze jumps to George, "Maybe you're not fucking her neatly enough?" And though he looks at you with his glazed eyes and lets his gaze wander over your body, his words are directed at William.

You bat his hand away, but he puts it back on your thigh and grabs you tighter. The other men laugh lightly and you hear William chuckle beside you.

"Well, I guess she just dried up," William says, sipping his next drink. The other women's gazes are on you. The looks reflect a mixture of compassion and hidden relief at not being the topic of conversation.

A haze of tears gathers in your eyes, and with greater determination you slap George's outstretched hand away from your thigh. Despite his insistent grin, you rise from the table, nearly knocking over the chair in your haste. Without a single word, you leave the room, your hurried footsteps echoing through the room as you exit the dining area.

With a purposeful stride, you cross the unfamiliar path ahead of you. Not knowing your destination, you let your feet guide you, propelled by a wave of raw emotion. The pressure in your chest becomes an unbearable burden, and as tears blur your surroundings, you navigate carefully to avoid accidental collisions. Your footsteps carry you on amid your sobs until you suddenly find yourself on top of the deck, which becomes a place of solitude in the evening hours.

You almost breathe a sigh of relief - a moment of seclusion that gives you peace. Your path leads you to the stern of the ship, where you lean against the railing, your breath coming in rapid gasps, and fatigue settling in your bones. Again you are struck by the calm of the waves crashing against the hull. An almost soothing rhythm in contrast to the turmoil inside you.

Your eyes are fixed on the vastness of the black sea, while your thoughts linger on your inner turmoil. The salty smell of the sea air fills your senses. At that moment, the thought of surrendering to the embrace of the sea and escaping the burden of existence becomes a tantalizing prospect. A heavy gulp follows, hindered by the spreading heaviness that has settled in your chest. Your fingers clutch the railing, your grip is desperate and determined at the same time. Before your mind can catch up with you, you find yourself on the first bar of the railing, suspended between two worlds.

You breathe heavily and feel the adrenaline in your limbs. Determined, you swing your leg over the railing, still holding on tightly to it. You can literally feel the great expanse spreading out behind you, the fresh wind blowing around you and seeming to dispel the heaviness in your chest. Almost magically, the darkness of the sea draws you in. It wants to envelop you, to finally give you peace and quiet. You close your eyes and notice how your fingers loosen around the railing.

"Y/n?" it suddenly sounds and your attention is diverted from your supposed salvation.

You open your eyes and see the steel-blue eyes. The eyes you've been longing for, the eyes that would take the heaviness off your chest.

But Tom doesn't seem relaxed. He looks worried. And suddenly you remember you're on the wrong side of the railing. Your fingers grip the railing tighter again.

"Y/n... What are ya doing...?" he says in a calm voice, but you notice that this calmness doesn't reach the rest of his body.

You don't answer, but your heavy breathing can clearly be heard.

"Please don't do that...", Tom whispers. He takes a step towards you. He moves very slowly, afraid that he might scare you.

"I would have to save ya. Jump in after ya, ya know," he says with a slightly desperate smile.

"You wouldn't have to," you reply quietly, but in a firm voice.

But he just nods slightly and takes another step toward you.

"I'm a sailor... It's my job to protect ya," he says. He takes the next step.

"It's not," you say in an even firmer voice.

"And I'm tired of men telling me what their job is, what to do and what not to do.... What I have to do," you say a little angrily, not paying attention for a moment. Your one foot loses its grip and slips into the dark void, you cry out slightly.

"Hey!", Tom shouts loudly and is immediately at your side.

He holds your arms tightly and tries to pull you back up.

You look at him and breathe heavily. His blue eyes stare at you, taking the heaviness out of your chest.

"Okay. I'm not going to tell ya what to do..." he says softly, but you can feel how hard he's breathing, "But I can't let ya fall into the water right now, okay?"

You nod just slightly, and suddenly you feel a fear that if you let go now, you wouldn't be able to see his blue eyes.

"Come..." he says gently, helping you climb back over the railing. With careful steps, you climb back over the railing. Tom's hands don't even leave your body. Only as you stand in front of him, safe, does his grip become gentler. He begins to gently rub your arms, coaxing warmth back into your being.

After some time, a slight smile plays around his lips.

"Come, I'll show ya something," he whispers.

With a slight nod of your head, you comply and surrender to his guidance. His arm wraps around your shoulders, a support that pulls you close. At that moment, his scent dances into your senses, an intoxicating elixir that completely captivates you. Your gaze is transfixed on his face and you notice the warm feeling inside you that you already felt while dancing. You sink into his pleasant nearness.

Lost in the flood of your feelings, you don't notice the path Tom is taking until he unexpectedly comes to a stop. Standing at the bow of the ship, your eyes are fixed on the distance the ship is heading. Tom places your hands on the railing as he stands close behind you. His arms are wrapped around you as if in an embrace, making you feel safe. His hands rest on yours, his thumbs gently stroking the backs of your hands. Your shared silence makes this moment perfect. You feel his warm breath on the back of your neck, his nose gently grazing your ear. The sea, once so alluring, has completely lost its magic. Its call is muffled, no longer as irresistible as the refuge in Tom's embrace.

"Don't look behind... You'll miss so many beautiful things...", Tom whispers in your ear, "If ya look ahead, you'll see much more beautiful, new things."

When you turn your gaze to the side and meet his eyes, goose bumps run down your skin. At that moment, tears well up in your eyes - the expression for the overwhelming feelings that rise within you. It is like a profound realization; a lifetime spent in the sea of uncertainty, and suddenly, as if predestined by fate, he appears. In seemingly no time at all, he reshapes the world you know and makes you the center of his world. A gentle nod escapes you, a wordless approval of the deep connection unfolding.

In the midst of this tender interlude, a soft smile plays around Tom's lips, his touches resembling a gentle whisper as he gently caress your cheek with his nose. The warmth of his breath continues to dance on your skin, a tantalizing foretaste of what might come - but he holds back the kiss. You've never longed so much to feel a man's lips. It's a moment suspended in time, full of unspoken promises and the exquisite tension of a love that is just beginning to unfurl its wings.

"Let me take ya to bed..." he suddenly says softly.

Your eyes widen as your breath catches in your throat and your cheeks flush.

"Not like that, love," he says immediately when he sees the blush on your cheeks and chuckles briefly.

"Well... actually, yes, but no," he adds and again he manages to elicit a laugh from you. He smiles at you, "I like your laugh much better than those sad features," he says softly. You feel the heaviness in your chest fade into the background with Tom at your side. Again you lose yourself in his gaze.

"Okay, sailor... Take me to bed," you say with a slight smile.

"At your service, milady," he says with a smile. Gently, he withdraws from you, carrying with him the comforting embrace of his presence. Immediately, an all-encompassing longing blossoms within you, yearning to be enveloped by his nearness once again. Hesitantly, your grip around the railing loosens, and you turn to face Tom. He stands there in his uniform, giving you a bright smile, a beacon of reassurance. He extends his hand, a silent invitation, and you grasp the life anchor he offers you. Gradually he leads you along the path to your cabin, each step a harmonious dance of shared anticipation of what may be to come, and at the same time with the conscience that your time together will soon be over.

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