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Liar, Liar

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Summary: Jason comes home from a mission with an injury that he hides from you.

Warning: blood, gore, injuries, nudity but non-sexual(showering together), spicy kiss

Word count: 1k

A/N: im in the process of the second part of Hold me, please:)) Thank you for the 20 followers this is huge to me!! I will open comms after some time as a Thank you!💗💗

My mother language is not english so please be aware!

You are sitting on your couch watching some TV show that you had accidentally clicked on and got way too engrossed in the storyline when you hear a rattling sound coming from the bedroom.

You lean over the back of the couch, eyes narrowing as you peek through the open bedroom door. Lo and behold, on the floor, you see Red Hood with his mask off next to his head as he breathes heavily. Your eyebrows furrow as you realize he is not getting up any time soon, and you slowly stand up. You put your snacks down carefully on the table in front of you so as not to startle Jason. He seems vaguely unaware that you are here. In front of the bedroom, you knock softly before pushing the door open. Jason's head snaps toward you, and you notice how wild his eyes are.

"Everything okay, love?" you softly ask as you crouch down next to him, your hand slowly cradling his cheek as if to test the waters before your thumb runs over the prominent J scar on it. He lets out a sigh that he seems to have been holding back before moving to lean into your hand.

"’M fine, baby. Patrol was a little much, but it’s all good."

"Are you sure? Get up, love, let me check on you to make sure." You move to lay one hand beneath his head to help him up, but he refuses to get up. "No, baby, you don’t need to. I’m just tired. I think I just need a shower. Can you please make me one?"

He places a kiss on your soft lips before he pulls himself up. You let out a heavy sigh before you move to the bathroom to turn on the shower to a decent temperature, adding bath salts to help him scrub off all the dirt better. You hear the door behind you open and you turn to him. His suit is still on, and you furrow your brows.

"Why haven’t you taken anything off? Hold on, let me—" You move to pull his shirt up, but he grasps your hands to stop you.

"Baby, I just need a second, yeah? Just a quick shower." He moves past you to put his hand in the water to test the temperature.

"Oh, okay. I’ll be outside making you some food. I’m sure you are hungry." You leave as you realize you will not be getting any answer, and he was waiting on you to leave. A mere ten minutes later, you hear a strong thud vibrating the pan in your hand that you hastily place back down. You quickly rush out toward the bathroom and try to open the door, only to realize it was locked. You knock harshly on the door.

…

"Jason? Jason, are you okay? Open the door!"

The door rattles with the strength you pull the doorknob with, but before you can tear the entire door off its hinges, it opens with a squeak. You burst inside and see Jason on the floor with his hand clutching his thigh. There is blood slightly seeping through the cracks of his fingers, and you inhale a sharp breath.

"Jason, I told you to let me check on you! What exactly was your fucking plan here? Man it out? Maybe some unicorn will come and magically make your wound disappear before I—"

"Can you just please get the first aid kit? My fucking leg hurts, baby," he interrupts you. get up without another word and scramble to find the first aid kit. In the moment, you hadn’t even truly realized that Jason was fully naked, staring at you with wide, bare eyes. You lower to sit on the edge of the tub as you help raise his knee up slightly. It took you a good 30 minutes of cleaning all the oozed blood from his skin to then stitch the deep gash closed. After you were done, you again went over the wound with some disinfectant that Jason had stolen from the hospital. He had brought it with him since there was no alcohol in it and it wouldn’t add any unnecessary pain to his already deep wounds. You put everything back into the box or the garbage can if it can't be used anymore, leave a quick kiss on his forehead before standing up to leave the bathroom.

However, before you can even take one step out, a large and warm hand grasps onto your wrist and pulls you backwards with no strong force behind it so as to not have you fall.

"Can you stay, baby? Can you shower me? I can’t move, my leg’s fuckin’ killing me," he says, placing a kiss on your wrist and trailing up your arm.

You let out a sigh and pull your hand away as you take your shirt off, followed by your pants and underwear. You step one foot into the tub and then soak the rest of your body into it. The tub on its own was vaguely huge, but Jason has become the size of two gym-obsessed men fused together, and you with him just makes it seem like a container surrounded by only him.

You turn to grab the faucet and the shampoo bottle, which you pour on his head. One hand massages the shampoo into his hair, the other one rinses it out with the water. Your hand carefully runs down his damp skin as you clean off any dirt and blood that may have caked on his body from the mission. You let out a sigh as your hand cradles his face and he leans into it. You lean in to give him a quick kiss, but he follows you, deepening it into something raw and lingering.

“I love you,” he murmurs into the space between your lips.

“I know,” you whisper back.

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Hold me, please

Pairing: Joaquin x semi!avenger!reader (not really an avenger but reader does fight and is in a fight scene here)

Warnings: a looooooot of angst, brief fight scenes, some fluff, at the begining, open ending (bc i might make a part 2 if someone is interested), brutal injuries, gore, and also reader is not doing well mentally with Joaquins last mission

Word count: 2k

Summary: You get hurt on a mission that was supposed to be Joaquin‘s. Arguments start, words are said that cannot be taken back. What ever to do now?

A/N: I think my next few posts will be joaquin based but i will def throw in some jason todd fics! Also thank you so much for all the love Forget me Not got! All likes, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated and i have seen all!:)) As a thank you have a waaaaayyy longer Joaquin Fanfic. I hope you enjoy it<3

You feel him long before you see him.

A small smile grows onto your face as his goatee scratches and tickles your neck while he places kisses along your jaw. You had forced Joaquin a few weeks ago to let his beard grow in because you found him more attractive with it, and although he was reluctant at first—because he didn’t want Sam making fun of him—he very quickly learned that it indeed made you way more attracted to him. You open your eyes and turn around in his arms so that your face is pressed against his chest, one of your hands cradling the back of his neck.

"You smell really good, Joaquin," you murmur, placing a kiss on his Adam’s apple. You feel him shudder around you. “I was wearing that new cologne you got me yesterday,” he replies, his voice still thick with sleep. “Seems like it stuck.“

A low hum leaves you as you feel yourself slipping back into sleep.

"No, baby. We need to get up. It's late, and I gotta go meet Sam and Bucky." "Do you have a new mission? You just got out of the hospital, Joaquin. I don’t want you out there for at least two more weeks.". You sit up in bed, your back meeting the headboard. Joaquin leans on his side, propping himself up with one hand as he looks up at you with a goofy, shit-eating grin, chuckling.

"No, not a mission. Just a quick debrief of their last mission, and they wanted me to surveil an attack. I won’t engage at all, and I will be far, far, far away from any danger. I promise.". Every "far" is followed by a soft kiss on your chest, just above your heart.

You let out a sharp sigh and look away. Ever since his brush with death, you’ve been anxious, doting on him, taking care of him—you don’t want him out there anymore. You knew who he was, and you knew all the dangers that came with his job. You yourself would help them out here and there on their missions, but you would never call yourself an Avenger, a hero, or anything of the sort. And you certainly had never experienced such grave injuries before.

They had to restart his heart. He was gone. His heart—the one that holds so much love and so much joy—had stopped, and—

"Stop that." "I'm not doing anything." "You’re thinking too much about this. I won’t be near any danger, and after this, I won’t be asked to do anything for a month." He pulls himself from under the covers and makes his way to the bathroom, leaving you no room to start an argument.

As you stand up to get yourself something to eat, your phone begins to ring. It’s Sam. You pick up on the third ring.

"Hey, Sam." "Where are you? Is Joaquin with you?" You furrow your brows in worry at his tone. "No, he's in the bathroom. It's just me. What happened, Sam?" "We need you for a mission, but Joaquin can’t know." "Is it the mission that he’s surveilling? How exactly do you want him not to know, Sam?" "It’s a ruse." "A ruse? Am I your jack-in-the-box? Sam, just because Joaquin is on a break doesn’t mean you can go searching for others to just throw themselves headfirst into—" "I’m not asking."

"…Excuse me?"

"It is either you or Joaquin. And I wouldn’t have asked if this wasn’t absolutely necessary. Figure it out." Before you can even formulate a sentence in your head, he has already hung up.

A minute later, you receive a text from Sam—coordinates, most likely where the mission is supposed to take place.

You exhale deeply through your nose before moving to the kitchen. Breakfast is bland, unsatisfying. A little while later, Joaquin steps out of the shower, fresh and clean, already dressed. He grabs some fruit, kisses the top of your head, and bids you goodbye.

For a few minutes after Joaquin‘s departure, you stare at the kitchen wall. No sound, no movement, just the weight of your own heavy breathing. The more you think about Sam and his mission, the more you feel yourself stress. Your left ear starts ringing heavily as your head starta to sway. The harsh ringing of your phone yanks you out, and you quickly pick it up.

"I’ll be there in ten, Sam."

"Does Joaquin know? He just arrived and seems a bit skittish."

"No, I didn’t tell him anything, Sam. Can you keep an eye on him? At least until I’m in?"

"You got it. And thank you, for doing this."

———

It was supposed to be quick.

In and out. Grab the damn papers, throw anybody down who tried to get them, and get out before you get caught. And don’t kill anybody. That was what Sam and Bucky had told you.

Sam had even given you a headset to stay connected to Bucky as he stayed behind with Joaquin to surveil you and keep him off the radar. About five minutes in, your headset was crushed when one of the workers in the facility tried to bash your head into the wall. Small shards and sharp pieces of the headset pierced the side of your head, leaving behind a deep cut just beneath your eye. Your ear was ringing again, and you could practically feel Sam start to panic.

It took you two elongated hours before you finally saw the front door cleared. You had been stabbed in your abdomen, and your hand—although pierced to bits as well—pressed onto your wound as best as you could. The other hand grasped the papers tightly in case anybody tried to rip them out again.

But as you made your way to the door, your legs gave out from just beneath you and— Damn it.

Everything went black.

Damn Sam and this stupid superhero bullshit.

…

You hear frantic voices, someone yelling for help. Two warm hands cradle your face, thumbs rubbing slow, soothing circles against your cheeks. "Mi cielo my sky, don’t do this here. Please, please, please. I’m sorry. I know it hurts. Baby, don’t you love me? You can’t leave me alone, please, baby."

That was all you had gotten before your body blacked out again.

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The next time your body wakes again, your eyes open first. A bright, strong white light almost blinds you with its intensity, and it does nothing to help the blaring headache pounding away at your skull. As you move your head to the side, you spot Joaquin. He looks tired—eyebags under his eyes more prominent, his beard unkempt and grown thicker than the last time you saw him. His hand holds tightly onto yours. You try to speak, to move, to give him any sign that you’re awake, but you’re far too exhausted. Instead, you just hope he realizes it on his own.

The door swings open, and Sam and Bucky enter. Sam holds a large bouquet of flowers in his hands, while Bucky—who doesn’t look much better than you imagine you do—just stands idly by.

"How ya doin’, kid?" Sam places the flowers on the nightstand next to your bed. You let out a sigh and open your mouth to try and speak, but before you get the chance, Joaquin already startled awake.

"How long has she been awake? Why didn’t you wake me? Do you need the doctor? Hold on, let me—". He moves to press the call button, but Sam is quicker.

No one says anything after that. Joaquin simply sits to the side as the doctor checks on you, glaring between you and Sam. You already know—once the doctor, Sam, and Bucky leave—you’re in for a long argument. And it's ironic, considering you had just been in his position less than a week ago. It takes an excruciating hour before Sam and Bucky finally decide to leave.

All the while, Joaquin hasn’t muttered a single word. Sam apologizes, and Bucky tries to start a conversation, but he doesn’t get far once he realizes that nobody is responding to him.

In all honesty, you don’t want them to leave. You don’t want to start an argument with Joaquin when your body is still half-alive, still clawing its way out of the grasp of death. However, much to your surprise, five minutes after Sam and Bucky leave, Joaquin stands up as well.

"Where are you going?" Your voice comes out dull and scratchy from disuse.

"I’m going home. I’ll come back tomorrow."

"Joaquin—". He leaves.

You exhale a deep sigh, turning your head to stare at the wall beside you.

——

It takes you two weeks to be cleared to return home. And in those fourteen days, Joaquin comes to visit you only four times—each visit shorter than the last. You try to talk to him, try to get him to explain why he’s this upset when he himself does this nearly every day, but the only responses you get are a sigh, a roll of his eyes, or a very short, "I have to go." You quickly learn to leave it be. When the time comes, he does come to pick you up, driving you both home in complete silence.

The second you step through your front door, his entire demeanor shifts.

"Was this what you wanted from the start?" His voice is sharp and rough as he whips around to face you. His narrowed eyes glare at you with a pointed stare, his breath coming out heavy.

"What? Joaquin, what are you—"

"Did you want this to happen? Go on a mission, get yourself hurt, just to teach me a lesson? I just got out of the fucking hospital, and not even a week later, you’re in there. Are you out of your mind? Taking on a mission like that all on your own? No backup, nothing, and I wasn’t even informed that you were there! You all lied to me. You can’t even fucking fight. You’re not even a fucking Avenger. What the fuck is wrong with you?", his voice grows significantly louder with every word that tumbles out of his mouth, but all you can focus on is the last sentence.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Is.

Wrong.

With.

You?

"Are you out of your fucking mind, Joaquin? I took care of you for four fucking weeks—day in and day out! I got you food, I got you everything you wanted, and this is what I fucking get? I took the fucking mission so you wouldn’t have gotten hurt again, and you can’t even look at me. Are you fucking kidding me?"

"No, you don’t get to—".

You don’t let him finish.

You turn around, storming toward the door, and slam it shut behind you.

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Once yours, always yours

Pairing: Bucky barnes x Reader

Warnings: none just a bit spicy towards the end

Summary: you help Bucky get ready for an upcoming Gala to attend.

Word count: 1.0k

A/N: im going to have an absolut fucking field day when the Thunderbolts movie drops and politician Bucky makes a debut guys omg

"Baby".

“Hmmm“

You feel two arms snake around your waist and a head resting on your right shoulder as you stand in front of the stove.

“Why are you up so early, Buck?” you ask, turning off the stove and setting the food aside. You turn around in his arms until you're face to face with him, your hands naturally finding their place—one resting at the back of his neck, the other cradling his cheek. His rough stubble scratches lightly against your fingers.

He smiles at you before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering there as he speaks.

“I have that gala today, remember? Gotta get ready, doll.” “Since when were you so eager for galas? I thought you hated them.”

“I’m not eager. Blame it on Wilson. He’s been on my ass all week—‘Be on time, Buck,’ ‘Let Y/N pick out your suit; your taste is horrible, Buck,’ ‘You need to smile there, Buck.’”,he mimics in Sam‘s voice. You let out a soft chuckle.

“I do pick out the best suits, though. Have you seen that one article?” You reach for your phone, quickly pulling it up. “Top 3 Best Dressed Politicians of All Time—and you’re at number two. I mean, really, I deserve some recognition for being an unpaid stylist.”

You put your phone down and grin up at him.

“You’re not unpaid, baby. I pay you in plenty of ways that don’t require money.” He tilts his head playfully. “Oh, also, if you put your arm in my damn washing machine one more time, Buck, I will throw you and the arm both out," you say, smile still prominent.

"I'm sorry, baby. It's just that the machine really gets into all the crevices and all the little bits and shit," he replies. Shaking your head, you kiss him once more before turning around to grab two plates, plating the food.

After about 30 minutes, the two of you finish eating, and you rush him off, much against his sweet will, to the bathroom to get cleaned up for the gala. “And you’re absolutely sure you don’t wanna come with me, baby?” he asks, striding out of the bathroom, a towel hanging dangerously low on his hips as his body glistens with water droplets from him coming out of the shower, and his hair freshly slicked back.

“I think you forget that you’re sort of famous now, Buck. Showing up at a gala with a girlfriend out of absolutely nowhere will have all your fans rioting, going insane… and it could even tank your performance on upcoming elections.” He groans, rolling his eyes before heading to the bedroom to change.

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Your eyes are glued to your phone as you hear a low and frustrated; “Goddamn it,”.

Your eyes flick to the open bedroom door, watching as he struggles to make his tie look presentable. Before he even gets the chance to ask for help, you’re already making your way toward him.

“You look handsome, baby.”

His eyes meet yours through the mirror as he smiles at you before he turns to stalk over to you near the door. His hands cradle your face, his lips capturing yours in a soft kiss. Your arms wind around his waist as the two of you sway side to side in place.

“You sure you don’t need me to stay? I can, whatever you need me for.” You laugh at his desperation.

“No, baby. I don’t need you to stay. I actually do need you to go. You need to make some acquaintances—you’re not exactly the most loved man out there with all the other Politicians.”

You rest your chin on his collarbone, looking up at him.

He sighs and pulls away, turning back toward the mirror. You give him about two minutes of fumbling with his tie before stepping between him and the mirror, taking over. As you lace the two sides of the tie into a neat bow, his phone starts ringing.

“It’s Sam,” he mutters.

“I think you need to go, Buck.”

He sighs as his phone goes silent again. Not even 30 seconds later, it rings once more. His eyes stay trained on you as they flick between both your eyes and your lips. Before he can turn around to grab his phone, you pull him toward you by his tie, pressing your lips to his in a rough yet loving kiss.

His hands are on you instantly, gripping you tightly as he pushes you backward into the mirror. Your hands press against his chest, pushing him back just enough for a breath.

“You really need to go now, Buck. I can hear Sam basically turning into the Hulk outside.”

“I really don’t want to leave.”

“I know.”

You smile as you walk past him toward the front door.

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Forget me not ♡

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x reader

Warning: Spoilers for the movie!

Word count: 1.1k

Genre: fluff, humor, and a bit of angst

Summary: Aftermath of Joaquin‘s near death experience and how you and him deal with it together.

You love Joaquin, truly you do.

From his dark brown hair down to every minor detail on him, like the small freckles on his nose that only appear when summer begins, or the moles littered around his back, which you always kissed and counted when he was feeling down or when he was asleep.

But his goddamn loud-ass snores really do it for you.

It is 2:44 a.m. on a Monday when you are very rudely pulled from a sweet dream by a loud noise.

At first, you had assumed that maybe Joaquin was having another nightmare. Those have gotten more frequent ever since his near-death experience on his mission. They always leave him shaking and thrashing around beneath the sheets, and you would always wake up to comfort and kiss him until he calmed down. Sometimes he tells you what his nightmare was about; other times, he would simply look at you with those glossy eyes that tell you he is about to cry, and your heart simply breaks. You would hold him the entire night until the early morning hours when the sun begins to rise.

As you turned onto your back to look at him, he was still peacefully asleep. One of his legs was hoisted up onto your stomach, and his right hand lay across your chest.

You mumble a few curses beneath your breath before turning your head to the side to see if you could possibly move him without waking him up so you could go pee. Turning, you were met with Joaquin's face, which was only a mere few inches away from you, with his mouth slightly ajar, eyebrows furrowed, eyes tightly closed, and snores that could whip the Titanic back to the harbor.

You remember how Joaquin’s eyes used to shine. They were so bright, so full of love, that you could never hold eye contact with him without feeling completely overwhelmed. But these days, after the mission, his eyes have changed. There's a subtle tinge of anxiety behind them. You know him better than anyone. You can see that beneath the facade of happiness—of becoming the Falcon, of finally being able to help people—there’s a growing sense of doom and fear, all because of that mission.

He’s terrified of his future, both for himself and for the one with you.

You sigh as you cradle his face and rub your fingers up and down his cheek, your finger lingering on the apple of his cheek where a new scar has formed.

Ever since that mission, scars have been scattered all over his body, and every time you found one, no matter the size or length, you would place soft kisses all over it as if that would magically take all the pain away that he had endured to even have those scars.

When he returned home after his hospital stay, you did not have the heart to stay mad at him for how he behaved. Nonetheless, you did take your sweet time yelling at him after you found out that he had initially ignored Sam's order to stand down and went headfirst into a damn missile. It didn't do much other than him kissing you softly and telling you that he would be more careful and listen to Sam more. You still weren't entirely sure if he would, but you liked to believe so.

You push his hand away from your chest carefully and onto his own chest before moving to sit on the side of the bed. A sharp exhale leaves your nose before you pull yourself up and walk toward the bathroom, where you quickly pee and wash your hands. Towel in hand, you turn to the door to return to your bed before you get startled by a hunched-over shadow at the door.

"Jesus, fuck, Joaquin," you mutter, still a bit woozy from having just woken up.

"Where ya going?" It came out slurred, but you still understood him.

You place your dry hands onto his chest, where he holds onto them just beneath where his heart lies under his ribcage, as his thumbs rub over the back of your hand and his lips press a quick kiss to your cheek. "Just needed to pee, baby. Let's go back to bed."

You try to pull him back to your bedroom, but he won't move from his place at the door. Instead, he wraps his arms around your neck and pushes you into him. His breath was so soft and quiet, you started to think he had fallen asleep holding onto you.

"Baby..." You press a soft kiss below his ear before you pull away a little to look up at him. You place your hands around the back of his neck, where you tangle your fingers with the tuft of dark hair that lies there. His hands move to lay on your hip, running over your sides. He lets out a soft hum as he smiles down at you with lazy eyes.

"You are about to fall asleep, baby. Let's go to bed." You end your sentence with a kiss on the tip of his nose before you push him into the bedroom.

You both settle back beneath the sheets as you cradle his head beneath your chin and your legs around his hips, with his hand holding your arm.

After what felt like an eternity, which in reality had been about ten minutes, you looked down at Joaquin to check if he had fallen asleep. His eyes were laser-focused on your collarbone, where he left soft kisses behind after he realized you were awake.

"You okay?" You look down at him.

"I'm fine, just got startled when I couldn't feel you anymore. Sorry." His "sorry" came out so quietly that if he wasn't directly beneath you, you would have never heard him.

Your hand runs through his hair as a soft smile grows on your face. You lean down to press a lingering kiss to his forehead before pressing your own forehead against his.

"You don't need to worry about something like that. You know that I would never leave you alone."

"You promise?" His eyes close.

"Of course I do."

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Cold Hands

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Pairing: anybody x reader

(personally had Jason todd in mind but nothing here gives away that this was about him:p)

Genre: Fluff/Angst no comfort

Warning: mentions death

Word count: 461

A/N:!Please be aware english is not my first language so excuse any mistakes i tried!:)

Beep

Beep

Beep

As the sun peeks out through the woven blanc curtains her cold hand found solace on his side of their bed touching, feeling, running over bare skin as a way to help lull her back to the grip of reality and out of the warmth the dark granted her.

Her eyes tightly closed, hoping to stay in the comfort of sleep and in bliss as she hears a small hiss from her left side and feels a warm hand grasp hers.

„Baby", he says, voice still raspy from the hours left unused.

Tap, Tap, Tap.

Slow taps of his fingers against the back of her hand pull her out of her half asleep state.

He could feel her heartbeat beneath his hand from her wrist, slow and steady, a rhythm that soothed his own racing thoughts at times.

"Your hands are freezing", a small smile etched its way onto her face. „When are they ever not?" . Her eyes peeled open and as she adjusts to the drastic light changes that the bright orange hued sun bestowed her with, he turns to face her on his side letting her hand fall with a dull thud onto the duvet.

She misses his touch.

Tired eyes meet those shinning orbs of hers that, in his opinion, resemble the swirls and shades of the planet Venus (a fact he loved bringing up in the morning when the sun shines just right onto her beautiful face), as he raises his warm hand to her face. Knuckle grazing her cheek slowly up and down as his eyes drop a notable value down. He could not hide the tincture of love swirling through them. His eyes never lie, she learned that early on into their relationship and even before. Stolen glances of her and quick peeks with which he felt safe to be vulnarable in, believing, trusting that she would not see him display such raw vulnerability with just a look.

And yet, she did.

All three times leading up to him confessing his love to her.

„Stop looking at me like that, baby" she says as she squashed her face into her pillow to try and escape his soft and raw eyes focused onto her.

„Like what, hm? "m just looking at you love“

„Yeah, but like all weirdly like... dunno keyouloveme or something", the last part came out a lot quicker and a lot more quiet than he preferred but he still caught it. He leaned down to press his lips on her temple before he tilted down to press his forehead against hers, lips barely apart, only to whisper to her;

„Then come back to me."

Beep

Beep

.........

The shrill beep of the hospital monitor jolted him out of the faux sense of warmth as he abruptly stood up, warm hand tightening his grip on her cold hand as he watches her succumb to her eternal sleep.

She never was much of a morning person.

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This is the second time i will post this i hope the tags work this time😭😭

this was meant to just be fluff and not have that ending idk what happened but if anybody wants i can make another sweeter n def longer version😭

Also, first little fic! Fun:p