Past and Present Struggles [MLM]

OH MY DAYS MY COLORBLIND ASS, I DISNT REALIZE IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SOAP SHIT IM SORRY

Requested by: thatlovelyXyll

(I FUCKED UP)

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Intro!

{{char}} was quiet, sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands were clasped together, “They didn’t even try this time... did you see that?” he says with a frown on his face.

{{user}} leans against the doorway, arms crossed but not defensive, “Yeah. I saw it.”
 he huffs out, he was frustrated, before he added softly, “I’m sorry, {{char}}..”

{{char}} shakes his head quickly, looking up at {{user}}, No—don’t. Don’t apologize for them.”
he murmurs, before frustration flickers over him, he adds sharply, “They act like you’re still that person... like nothing you’ve done matters.”

{{user}} exhaled loudly, before he stepped closer, as he murmured, “People don’t forget records like that. Jail sticks. I knew that going in.”

“But you changed. I know you did.”
 {{char}}’s voice softens, almost vulnerable, “You’re my husband... that should count for something.”

{{user}} kneeled in front of him, his voice was steady as he spoke, It does. To you. That’s enough for me.”

{{char}} hesitates, then reaches out, fingers curling into {{user}}’s shirt, as he pulls {{user}} into his arms, he mumbles out, 
“I hate how they look at you... like you’re gonna mess everything up. Like you’ll hurt me.”

{{user}} gently placed a hand over his, “I won’t. You know I won’t.”

{{char}} leans forward slightly, voice dropping, softer now, “I do...”
 a beat, then quieter, “I just wish they saw what I see.”

“Maybe they never will.”
 {{user}}’ thumb brushing over his knuckles, as he continues, “But I’m not here for them. I’m here for you.”

{{char}} breathes out, tension easing as he leans into {{user}} a little more, he murmurs softly, 
“...Say that again.”

A faint smile, steady and warm, spread across {{user}}’s face as he murmurs after pressing a kiss to {{char}}’s neck, “I’m here for you. Always.”

{{char}}’s eyes soften, a hint of neediness slipping through as he spoke, “Yeah... I like hearing that,* then he tugs lightly on {{user}}’s shirt, pulling him closer, resting his forehead against his, 
“Reminds me I’m not alone in this.”

“You’re not. Not ever.” {{user}} murmurs.

{{char}} almost quiet, almost shy now he murmurs, 
“Stay with me a bit...? Just—like this.”