Requested by w-oleff: Tom and Y/N are filming a very emotional scene, but after the director yells cut, Y/N is exhausted and can't stop crying.

*Please note: this chapter contains themes of domestic abuse, so if that's something that you can't read about right now, please don't read this chapter, I'll be back soon with lighter ones. Otherwise, please read with caution. Love you guys, and stay safe xoxo*

"And...ACTION!"

"Fuck you!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, both me and Tom immediately snapping into character as we started the scene.

"Fuck me?! Fuck YOU, Casey! What the fuck is wrong with you, you're the reason that this whole thing started!" Tom yelled back at me.

"You're delusional, Jason! I'm sick of being fucking abused by you, of being blamed for everything that's wrong in this relationship by you! I'm fucking over it!" I shouted, fake tears starting to leave my eyes as the scene continued.

"Well so am I. I'm over you. I'm fucking done with you, Casey." Tom nodded and clenched his jaw at me. I choked and shook my head, my eyes glued to my real-life-boyfriend as I tried to ignore the cameras that were circling us.

"I just want you to know one thing, Jason. And that's that you're the worst thing to ever have happened to me." I returned the nod, making Tom's eyes widen as I turned away from him.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?!" I heard Tom spit, my mind mentally preparing me for what was about to happen. Right on cue, Tom grabbed my wrist, making me gasp as he turned me around. My eyes widened as he harshly shoved me into the wall of the set, fire in his eyes as his spare hand wrapped around my neck to pin me there.

"Jason-stop, I can't breathe, stop!" I gasped falsely, tears streaming down my face as Tom stared down at me.

"Good. Fucking look at me. I want to stare into your eyes as you take your last fucking breathe." he spat, making me choke and shake my head.

"And...cut!"

The second that Jon called out, Tom removed his hand from around my neck and took a step back.

"You okay, my love?" He asked softly, my loving and kind boyfriend wrapping his arms around me in a gentle hug as I returned it, and rested my head against his chest.

"I'm okay." I nodded.

"Good job, guys, but I do want to run this scene again. I think that we can add a little more fire to this fight." Jon spoke. I sighed and pulled away slightly from Tom, though I was still in his arms as my eyes wavered and he looked down at me.

"You okay with that, darling? Or do you need a break?" Tom asked, his gorgeous chocolate eyes flicking worriedly over my face as he tried to read me. I sighed and bit my lip, my heart going numb at the idea of doing this scene again today, but I knew that I didn't have much of a choice. Tom and I had been dating for three years now, the internationally famous actor being the love of my life. That had been why we were both so happy when we'd been cast as a couple in a movie together. Until we found out what the movie was. We played Jason and Casey Williams, a seemingly normal couple until Tom's character, Jason, was revealed to be abusing Casey. It had been an overall exhausting movie to film, especially given the heavy topic and the troubled relationship between our characters, but this was by far the most emotionally and mentally draining scene that we had to do. In the scene, Casey and Jason were in the middle of a fight, one that ended in Jason choking Casey out and almost killing her. Of course Tom never actually choked me, he just made it look like he was, but it was incredibly draining in all sense of the word to not only have to yell at the love of my life, but also to have him choke me and make it look like he was trying to kill me. Of course Tom was incredible and would always check on me at the end of each time filming the scene, but the seemingly never-ending retakes were really starting to get to me.

"You need a break, sweetheart, I'm sorry." Tom shook his head as he looked up.

"Tommy-."

"Jon, is it okay if we pick this scene back up tomorrow? Both of us are a bit too tired." He lied with a nod, making me sigh and bite my lip at him protecting me like this. I loved him for it, of course I did, but you had to do a lot of nasty shit sometimes for movies, so I didn't want to gain a reputation of someone who wouldn't work for my roles.

"Yeah, alright, but we do have to finish this scene tomorrow, okay?" Jon checked.

"Yeah, sure thing, Jon." Tom nodded before taking my hand.

"Come on, love, let's have a break." He spoke gently, making me sigh and give him a tired smile as he started to lead me to his trailer so that we could have five minutes alone.

~The next day~

"And...ACTION!"

"Fuck you!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, both me and Tom immediately snapping into character as we started the scene.

"Fuck me?! Fuck YOU, Casey! What the fuck is wrong with you, you're the reason that this whole thing started!" Tom yelled back at me.

"You're delusional, Jason! I'm sick of being fucking abused by you, of being blamed for everything that's wrong in this relationship by you! I'm fucking over it!" I shouted, fake tears starting to leave my eyes as the scene continued.

"Well so am I. I'm over you. I'm fucking done with you, Casey." Tom nodded and clenched his jaw at me. I choked and shook my head, my eyes glued to him as I tried to stay in character despite how fucking tired I was.

"I just want you to know one thing, Jason. And that's that you're the worst thing to ever have happened to me." I returned the nod, making Tom's eyes widen as I turned away from him.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?!" I heard him spit. Seconds later, he grabbed my wrist, making me gasp as he turned me around. My eyes widened as he harshly shoved me into the wall of the set, fire in his eyes as his spare hand wrapped around my neck to pin me there.

"Jason-stop, I can't breathe, stop!" I gasped falsely, tears streaming down my face as Tom stared down at me.

"Good. Fucking look at me. I want to stare into your eyes as you take your last fucking breathe." he spat, making me choke and shake my head.

"And...cut!"

The second that Jon called out, Tom removed his hand from around my neck and took a step back like he always did. But this time was different from the others. I couldn't put my finger on why exactly, but somehow, the fake tears that I had been crying before were now real. They were really full of pain, really full of hurt and anguish. It of course wasn't Tom's fault, he hadn't actually hurt me, we had just done this scene so many times, fought falsely so many times that it had finally broken me completely.

"You okay, my love?" He asked softly, my loving and kind boyfriend wrapping his arms around me in a gentle hug as I returned it, and rested my head against his chest. I choked and shook my head, my eyes squeezing shut as I gripped onto his t-shirt with all that I had. Tom's eyes widened as he looked down at me.

"Shit-darling, did I hurt you? Oh my god, I'm so sorry." He gulped and shook his head as he gently took my face into his hands and made me look up at him.

"Y-you didn't, Tommy, I-I'm just so fucking tired, so drained." I cried and shook my head, everything just crumbling down as I held onto Tom for dear life. His eyes wavered, a quiet sigh leaving my boyfriend's lips as he surely saw the pain in my eyes. I had to admit that I felt a little stupid for getting so upset over a scene, but we must have done it upwards of fifty times by now, and so I was done. I had given all that I had to give.

"Jon, we're going to take five, Y/N needs it." Tom nodded, my body too tired to even try and fight him on this as I just held onto him like a baby.

"Yeah, okay, Tom, get her something to eat and drink." Jon replied.

"Will do, thanks. Come on, my love." Tom spoke, making me sniff and nod as he gently took my hand and started to lead me to his trailer. We headed in, the tears still rolling down my face relentlessly as Tom led me to his sofa and sat me down on his lap.

"Come here, sweetheart, it's okay." He cooed gently as he wrapped his arms lovingly around me and started to gently rock me on his lap. I choked and held onto him for dear life, my body just letting Tom hold and comfort me as we gently swayed. A comfortable silence took over, me too tired and Tom too understanding of that for either of us to break it.

"I'm sorry, Tommy." I whispered.

"Don't be sorry, darling. It's a very tiring scene in all senses of the word, I'm not surprised that you're feeling burnt out." He cooed.

"I know, but we're actors. I'm meant to be able to do things like this." I choked.

"My love, being an actor and sometimes having to do challenging things doesn't mean that they're easy. It's okay that you're worn down by this scene, it's okay that you need to stop and give yourself time. We'll go back to normal life once this movie is done, and you need to be able to live and continue, that will only be harder if you don't give yourself time to rest with this scene. It's okay, my love. It's okay that you're tired, but I promise that I'm not leaving your side." He promised. I bit my lip and looked up at him, more tears leaving my eyes at my boyfriend's beyond sweet words. Not that it surprised me, he never failed to make me feel better.

"Thank you, Tommy. Everything that you just said to me really means a lot." I nodded.

"Of course, sweetheart. I meant every word. We're in this together." He smiled gently, his eyes flicking over my face as he raised his hand and softly brushed a stray piece of hair out of my eyes.

"Yeah. We are." I returned the smile, making his widen as he leant in and gently kissed me.