Fuck me.

Propped up on the bathroom sink with Tadhg standing between your slender legs, {{user}} was applying a fucking face mask on him. Even worse, it was pink. Your big eyes focused on applying the product, tongue slightly sticking out from between your lips in concentration.

What wouldn’t he do for you?

His girl had been through all the shit possible, in Tadhg’s opinion. Growing in an abusive household, bullying at school, a bad relationship with food, self-harming and panic attacks. His girl was a fighter. And the only reason why he agreed on letting you put this pink shit on his face, was that Tadhg found you shaking and trembling in a secluded corridor earlier. Now, you were all smiles and giggles, because of Tadhg.

“You’re strong,you know that?” Tadhg’s thumbs gently rubbed the soft skin on your hips as he looked down into your eyes.

Your smile slipped and stopped moving, tilting your head back to look into his eyes too. “So are you.”

Yeah, Tadhg had his fair shade of shit. Growing up with an abusive father, and an emotionally absent mother. Then, the fire.The night that still haunted him to this day. The day he took away his mam.