Actress/Character One-Shots (WLW)

Are You Quite Finished? - P. Gray

A/N: This is a request from @Callmedadd_y - I'm so sorry for the wait, I hope you like it! Thank you for reading and commenting! This is an x reader one shot with the reader using she/her pronouns. Let me know if y'all would like more of these in the future because I'd be happy to write them! :) Enjoy!

Y/n : Your name

y/h/c : your hair color

y/n/n : your nickname

TW: Swearing, Fighting, Mentions of violence

CW: Alludes to smut at the end

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"Are you fucking kidding me, Thomas?" y/n yelled as she shoved him. "You let her go with you? How could you do that? You knew it would be dangerous, and you still took her with you! Are you stupid? Or did you just forget everything we've-"

"Y/n! Enough," Polly interrupted before she could spiral any further. She took a few steps toward the y/h/c, taking her hands in her own and pulling her into the parlor away from the boys.

"Pol, you know I hate it when they drag you into their shit. You could have gotten hurt, or worse, you could have d-"

Polly stopped her rant by placing a finger over her lips and raising a brow. She dipped her head with a mumbled apology before the woman lifted her chin to meet her eyes.

"Are you quite finished?" she asked with a hint of laughter lacing her voice. Y/n nodded her head. "Good. Now, little one, I know you worry for my safety, but you cannot cause a scene like that. Got it?"

"But Pol I-"

"I said 'Got it'?"

"Yes ma'am," she replied, biting the inside of her cheek. "I just get scared when I know you're with them, especially when I'm stuck here and can't protect you."

"I know, but I can take care of myself. Look at me, do you see any wounds or injuries?" the older woman asked gently.

Y/n scanned over her body numerous times just to make sure, before answering with a quiet 'no'.

"Exactly. You worry too much, y/n/n; I am okay. I'm always going to be okay," Polly assured her, gently stroking her cheek with her thumb as she held her face. "Do you believe me now?"

"I guess so," she answered. "That doesn't mean I'm going to stop worrying though. You know how anxious I get when you're away, no matter the circumstance."

"I know you won't, but I'll be here to calm you right back down, alright?"

"Okay. I love you, Pol," she whispered as the woman wrapped her arms around her girlfriend and buried her face into the crook of her neck.

"I love you too, darling," Polly murmured as she returned her embrace. She ran her hand up and down y/n's back as she pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Let's go upstairs, and I'll read to you."

Y/n followed behind her, holding her hand as they stumbled up the stairs together and into their shared bedroom.

Polly was about to climb into bed when y/n spoke.

"Wait," she said gently, taking the older woman's hand and leading her to the vanity. She sat Polly down, grabbed a small towel and bowl of warm water from the bathroom, and returned to stand in front of the woman.

"What are you doing, little one?"

"Just trust me, okay?" y/n replied.

"Okay," Polly whispered. She relaxed a little, watching as her girlfriend dipped the towel in the water before wringing it out. Y/n took hold of her chin, tenderly lifting it to see her face, and began wiping away the remains of Polly's makeup from the day. She continued, peppering loving kisses over each millimeter of her skin as she wiped away the cosmetics.