#I don't think that will happen but I never know n while I don't think I will mind that much cuz it doesn't erase the love trio

[bbysredhearts]

hi mls! divider by @anitalenia

| warnings: oral sex (fem receiving), fingering thinking about newlywed husband!satoru <3

newlywed husband! satoru has been walking in heaven since you got married. you're his wife now, and he's your husband. he hasn't stopped saying it to anyone who will listen (no one will). his coworkers are just glad he was away on honeymoon for the first weeks.

newlywed husband! satoru is horrified when you come home from your very first mission after your honeymoon with an injury! how could he let this happen? to his wife, of all people?

newlywed husband!satoru who, no matter how many times you reassure him that it's just a few scratches, and that you're fine, will not be consoled. and really, you are fine. and it really is just a few scratches, maybe some small bruises here and there. but it's perfectly normal. the only major-ish things are the still bleeding cuts on your arms and your pretty face. newlywed husband! satoru doesn't seem to care, though. he just whines and tells you that he's so sorry as he picks you by your waist and carried you all the way to the kitchen.

newlywed husband! satoru who takes one look at the scratches on your cheeks and forehead and has tears welling up in his eyes. partially because his wife is so pretty (which he hasn't stopped saying since you got married) and partially because he can't believe he could let this happen. you just sigh and roll your eyes at his antics. he'll always be like this. but you can't deny the way your heart melts and your eyes soften when you see his sad stare. he settles you down on the counter and gets on his knees in front of you, kissing the scratches on your face as he moves down and your arms as tears stream down his cheeks. he says he feels betrayed when he hears you giggle at his stupidity.

newlywed husband! satoru also has to make you feel better (you feel fine). and, luckily for him, he knows the perfect way to do it. newlywed husband! satoru who says it's just to "check for any more injuries" when he pulls your pants down your ankles, but ends up eating you out on the counter anyways, his tears mixing in with your juices. newlywed husband! satoru won't stop saying he's sorry while he sucks on your clit, your heels pressed against his back. even if you try to whine out that it's not his fault, you can't make out the words with his long fingers suddenly thrusting inside you without warning.

newlywed husband! satoru who makes you cum, 2, 3, 5 times in his mouth and on his fingers before finally getting up. he just hugs you, face burying in your neck, murmuring in your ear that he'll never let you get hurt again. you and newlywed husband! satoru obviously both know this won't be the last time you get a scratch on a mission, and it won't be the last time he reacts like this. but you don't mind. you love your husband <3

______________ A/N: i really hate this, sorry :( it's my first time here mls

[eicsferrari]

good graces - ln4 smau

summary: when yn and her bf go to watch f1, lando develops a crush. so when they break up, he's the first in line

a/n: there's a good chance I won't stop until i write an au for every sabrina song lol

masterlist

taglist: @justaf1girl @anamiad00msday @readtoooomuch @2bormaybenot

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ynupdates yn with her boyfriend at the australian grand prix

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user1 yn and f1??? yasss we won

user2 random ? but i'm not complaining

user3 i wonder which team she's rooting for

user4 probably mclaren bc he's a well known mclaren fan

user3 we need a picture of her and lando🙏🏼

user5 OH MY GOD SHE LOOKS SO GOOD

user6 and he's just ...there

user7 i need a driver to wife her up she would DEVOUR as a wag

user8 she is literally there with her boyfriend?? don't be disrespectful

user7 never let your boyfriend stop you from finding your husband 😔👊🏼 ♡liked by lando

user9 STOP WHY DID LANDO LIKE THAT COMMENT THAT'S HILARIOUS

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f1rumors inside sources claim lando was "captivated" with singer yn after meeting her in australia, despite the rumors going around of him dating a model

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user10 oh so he's a cheater

user11 lmao where did you get to that conclusion?

user10 can't you read? it says he liked another girl while already dating someone

user11 "dating" when they shared ONE coffee one time and they don't even follow each other on any social media ok !!

user12 also we don't know if they were exclusive?? she was seen at dinner with another guy last week and no one cared. yall trust the media too much. let them be

user13 and we still didn't get a yn x lando picture💔

user14 NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO don't steal my wife norris

user15 why is everyone making a big deal? she has a boyfriend anyways

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two months later

yn in my single era

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user16 THEY BROKE UP

user17 we cheer🤝🏼

user18 lando in the likes this is your moment champ

user19 taylor posted she was single while celebrating 4th of july and got a boyfriend. selena released single soon and got a boyfriend. yn posted this...

user20 i volunteer as tribute!

iamrebeccad 😍😍 ♡liked by yn

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yn posted a story

💽 sports car - tate mcrae

↪lando replied to your story

lando you know... if you ever want to piss off your ex by dating the driver of the team he supports i think i could help you with that

yn hi lando

yn lol is mclaren not paying you enough that you need a side job?

lando nah, just being a good samaritan

yn i see

yn and what makes you think you are qualified for it?

lando for starters, you saw me win. for his favorite team. so there's that

yn mmm i dont remember sorry i was too busy staring into charles eyes he's really dreamy...maybe i could ask him to annoy my ex!

yn or if i need a mclaren driver there's always oscar

lando ok but i won the race👊🏼

yn yeah, we already established i don't recall that

lando i could refresh your memory if you're free to come to the next race

yn hypothetically, i could arrange that

yn but is that enough to make him mad?

lando you going to cheer for a hot f1 driver who happens to like you and will treat you the way he couldn't while he has to wonder how he was such an idiot for losing you?

lando yes, i think it will

lando up for the experiment?

yn send me the details

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landoupdates lando seen this morning driving to the paddock

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user21 who is she?? is it that model he's been seeing?

user22 i don't think so, she just posted a story and she's in spain

user23 he looks so good😩

user24 there's like three pixels

user23 yes but he always looks good

user24 fair enough

user25 i literally couldn't care less who he dates BUT if he gets distracted from racing i will personally go to his house and end him. i need him to be wdc

user26 that's insane (but same)

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yn posted a story

💽2 hands - tate mcrae

↪yourbestfriend replied to your story

yourbestfriend YN WHAT IS HAPPENING

yourbestfriend the internet is going wild, you are trending on twitter !!!! so spill the tea

yn remember lando?

yn ig we've kinda been talking

yourbestfriend ok

yourbestfriend define talking

yn we chat for hours every day, all the time

yn i send him random selfies and pictures of the things i'm doing and he does the same

yn he facetimes me when he can and i've fallen asleep while still on call cause we were on different time zones but we try to talk as much as possible. and no matter what, even on the busiest days, he makes sure to send me a text before i go to bed at night

yourbestfriend omg

yn now i'm at the paddock, shaking on my boots cause one, his job is fascinating but so scary i'm so afraid he might crash and two, i think i like him a lot but this is the second time i see him in person

yn i'm already writing songs about him!!!! i must be insane, out of my mind. they should send me away

yourbestfriend i don't think that's insane

yourbestfriend and i think after your ex you deserve to be in a relationship that makes you this giddy

yn the race is starting talk to you later ily❤️

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f1updates after his victory lando posted this photo to his stories with the caption "p1 baby" and deleted it almost immediately. fans are speculating it's a dig at singer yn's ex, who used to make a similar pose on pictures

yn was present at today's race

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user27 he went to the franco colapinto's school of deleting everything

user28 iconic behavior he should've kept it

user29 so petty ugh

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two months later

yn "break my heart and i swear i'm moving on with your favorite athlete"

just a little song i performed at coachella. good graces out now

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yourbestfriend SOTY

user30 THOSE LYRICS WITH THAT OUTFIT yn the pop queen you are

lando 🥵🥵

yn 🧡

user31 oh they are so together

user32 don't mind me i'm just enjoying the drama

user33 "shoot his shot every night" OMG😳

user34 she's just looking for attention 🙄🙄 annoying af

user35 if i was her ex i would be so embarrassed imagine fumbling yn ♡liked by lando

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ynupdates lando norris was in the audience tonight

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user36 yn dating someone supportive 🙏🏼 we used to pray for times like this

user37 lando and yn double dating with taylor and travis not even on my wildest fantasies

user38 i know a pr couple when i see one

user39 ???

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yn drawing hearts round our names

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user39 girl we can tell that's lando

tatemcrae hottest couple ever

yn ilyy

user40 so not in your single era anymore?

yn no🥰

lando whoever wrote that note knows what he's talking about

user41 yea we all wonder who was it

user42 both of them are so desperate and want to be relevant so bad🙄🙄

user43 this is the dumbest take i ever read😭😭 he's fighting for the championship and she's the number 1 pop star at the moment, they are more relevant than your 15 followers account could ever dream of. what more attention could they need?

lando no it's true i'm desperate for yn's attention, i hate it when she ignores my texts😔😔

yn I WENT TO THE BATHROOM IT WAS TWO MINUTES

lando if you really loved me you would've taken the phone with you while you pee 😔 i knew you just wanted me for my fame and glory

yn and the cars!! don't forget the cars

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lando your lost, my gain

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yn this is all fake and for pr‼️ stop using me for my fame lando norris

yn i love you❤️

lando i love you more

[vainvenus]

mind games. | ln4 | pt.5

Pairing: Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You finally tell Max what's been going on and despite your current state and despite being a bit skeptical he believes you.

Includings: Dark!Lando Norris, gaslighting, breaking and entering, paranoia, controlling + obsessive behavior, belittling, petnames, this is so short i'm sorry 💔

An: I've got a Dark!Charles x Tennis Player!reader in the crockpot rn...

@eclipsedcherry @slutforvoldy

The Uber was quiet except for the hum of the engine and the faint sound of the radio playing something neither of you were even remotely paying attention to. Max tapped his fingers against his thighs, glancing outside the window before he looked back over to you like he was trying to put a puzzle together with a few missing pieces.

"Okay." He said, exhaling sharply. "What was that back there?"

You inhaled, clenching the fabric around the hem of your dress as you stared down at your shoes. You almost didn't know how to explain all of it, the small things he had been doing to mess with you, how it was so obviously him who had been in and out of your house, shuffling things around so that only you'd notice. You shook your head. "I don't know how to explain it. It'll...I'll sound crazy."

He crossed his arms over his chest, raising his brows as a silent sign for you to carry on. "Try me."

You sighed. "He's...messing with me. Like in my apartment things have been moved, not enough to be a problem but enough so I know. Putting my shoes in a different order, rearranging my perfumes, putting my keys on the hold instead of the counter. Small things." You had explained and he nodded along, his brows furrowing a bit.

"Then stuff started going missing. Like my perfume and ring. And he...he was wearing it, Max. He was wearing it tonight, my ring just for me to see it so he could fuck with my mind like he's been doing all week. Like the press conference when he made me seem like I was crazy for saying he didn't defend in that face."

Max had just stared at you for a while as you finished explaining all of what Lando had been doing. The silence was almost more suffocating than when you first caught a whiff of your perfume when Lando was close enough. It made you swallow the lump in your throat.

"Say something, Max."

"I honestly don't know what to say. Do you really think Lando is capable of doing that?"

Your brows furrowed. "Do you not believe me?"

He quickly shook his head, putting his hands up and waving them in attempts to calm your own nerves when he saw how your mood had shifted. "It's not that I don't believe you, Y/n. It's just..."

"It's just what?" You spat.

"It's just weird, okay? How is he even getting into your house without a trace? No signs of breaking in or anything?" He questioned and your brows furrowed. You never really thought about that until now. Never a broken lock or glass, it seemed like he just effortlessly went in and out as if he lived there.

"I... don't know." You mumbled and Max seemed like he was trying to figure it out, bouncing his knee a bit.

"Does he have a key?"

The question through you off a bit, your brows furrowed. He shouldn't have a key, the only people you had given a key to your apartment would be Max, your best friend and that was about it.

"Weird."

"I know. Just...please. I need you to believe me so I don't feel like I'm crazy and it's all in my head."

The Uber had come to a stop and you almost forgot it wasn't just the two of you in the car. You have Max a pleading expression, your eyes searching for any bit of closure. One person. You just needed one person who believed you, one person who didn't make you feel like you were losing it.

"I believe you."

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling like some weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. You unbuckled your seatbelt and got out, leaning against the car door. "Can you at least stay?"

"Y/n. Nothing is going to happen to you, he can't get in without a key, right?"

"No, but-"

"Look, I can't stay. If he comes to the door, call me then the police." He stated. It was practical and logical and maybe you would have found comfort in his words if it were under other circumstances but right now you couldn't.

"Just...Just check the apartment with me,” You said, your voice quieter now. “Please.”

Max sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. He was tired, confused and still trying to wrap his head around everything and he was just ready to get back to his apartment. But the way you were looking at him—like you just needed this one thing—made it impossible to say no.

“Alright,” He muttered. “Let’s check.”

You let out a breath of relief and unlocked the door. Max followed you inside, flipping on the lights. The place was silent, undisturbed. Still, he went through the motions.

Checked the kitchen. Empty.

Checked the bathroom. Nothing.

Checked the bedroom, even looking in the closet because he could tell you were too nervous to do it yourself. Still nothing.

You stood in the middle of the living room, arms wrapped around yourself. “See? He’s not here,” Max said, trying to keep his voice even.

You nodded slowly. “I just had to be sure.”

Max exhaled, giving you a small nod. “I get it. But you’re fine. Lock the door behind me, alright?”

You hesitated. “You’re sure I’ll be fine?”

“He’s not gonna break in,” Max assured you. “If he shows up, call me. I’ll come right back.”

You didn’t love that answer, but you knew pushing wouldn’t do anything. So you just nodded again. “Okay.”

Max lingered for a second before turning for the door. “Goodnight,” He said over his shoulder.

You locked the door the second it shut behind him, standing there for a moment, listening.

Silence.

Forcing yourself to relax, you went through your usual routine. Makeup remover, cleanser, moisturizer—the same steps you always took, letting the repetition ground you. By the time you stepped into the shower, the tension in her shoulders had started to ease.

The hot water helped. So did the silence.

By the time you were done, wrapped in a towel, you felt like you had washed most of your worry away.

But the second she stepped into her bedroom, you froze.

Lando was there.

Sitting on the edge of your bed like he belonged there, fingers idly picking through the things on your nightstand. He turned a small bottle of perfume in his hand, rolling it between his fingers like he was trying to commit the shape of it to memory.

His head tilted slightly when he heard you.

"You started using this one when the other went missing." He murmured, holding it up for you to see. "I like this one a little bit better, less gourmand."

Your grip on the towel tightened. "Lando—"

"You took your time, love." He set the perfume back down, finally looking at you. He smiled, slow and unbothered. "Did it help clear your mind? Use that new body scrub you got the other day?"

Like this was normal. Like he belonged here.

You kept a tight grip on your towel and your gaze on him to keep track of any and all of his movements. "You need to leave. Right now."

"Or what? You'll call the police? Only for them to tell you it's nothing?" He questioned before continuing.

"Or maybe you'll call Max? He's known from the start." He scoffed, placing the perfume bottle back on the little shelf for all of your scents and upon hearing that you could practically feel your heartbeat in your head.

"He's..what?"

"He's known from the start. He was so good at playing along I definitely thought he would blow it at some point. Playing dumb and going along with everything especially the press conference this morning."

"No."

"Yes." Lando mimicked how dramatically you had said it, shaking his head a bit as he kept his gaze on you.

"I honestly thought you would be smart enough to put the pieces together. He showed up so conveniently tonight, he's the only one with access to your bag where your perfume mysteriously popped back up."

"So why did you let me leave with him tonight?"

"Why not? It gave you a false sense of security. You don't even know who to trust now, do you?"

He was right. Max was one of your closest friends, even beyond the team. You and him just had this undeniable connection that made everything feel effortless. The bond between you two was something you cherished, and if anyone were working with Lando, Max would be the last person you'd even consider accusing.

"You just can't seem to catch a break, baby." Lando questioned, his tone fueled with fake sympathy as he pouted at you and you could nothing but glare at him, one hand bunched around your towel and the other at your side.

Lando tossed the something at you and you didn't even bother catching it. You heard the metal clatter onto the floor before you looked down at what it was and it was a copy of the key to your home. You looked back up at him, watching as he crossed one leg over the other, watching your reaction with a kind of intensity that made your stomach sick.

"You can give that back to him. I've got a copy now." He said as if this were the most normal thing he had done and he tilted his head at you as he watched how all of this was starting to settle in your mind.

"You should just make this easy for the both of us. There's nobody you can call that'll believe you." He stood up from his spot on the bed and grabbed his keys from his pockets. You glanced over at them, seeing one that looked exactly like your house key.

"Get dressed. We're gonna go for a little ride."

"I'm not going anywhere with you, Lando."

He chuckled, releasing a small sigh as his smile lingered. "Do you really want to test me right now? Every odds stacked against you, and yet, you’re still making dumb choices?"

His tone and gaze reduced you, making you feel like a child failing to understand something simple. He spoke with quiet authority, his eyes fixed on you—both possessive and assured, as if you were his to claim, his to control, without resistance or complication.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, your grip on the towel tightening—of course, he noticed. The slight tremor in your hands, the way you chewed the inside of your cheek as if he was feeding off your fear.

"Get dressed."

Me bc I actually hate this chapter

[vyyper]

hallo ! apologies for being an exceptionally random guest (i promise i’m friendly, my blog just isn’t set up yet), but i have a request for you if you’re interested :333

aven/kakavasha x reader. anything, literally anything with him in it—oneshot, hc, whatever…I BEG, there isn’t enough sfw content of him /nf, lmk if this is too general of a req :D

Aventurine Relationship Headcanons

a/n: honestly i could ramble on forever about him... he's one of my very favorite characters. but i restrained myself a bit! not beta read, mostly fluff and me word vomiting

-aventurine takes a long time to get comfortable and really open up to your relationship. vulnerability isn't something that comes easy to aventurine, and love is the most vulnerable thing to him. it terrifies him, how much he cares. surely, someone as awful as him shouldn't dim the light of someone like you. but be tender, be gentle, be patient, and gradually, he'll open up. the way his heart beats faster around you will gradually turn from a feeling he hates to one he loves the most.  

-i think he really is a loverboy through and through once he's able to be open!! showers you in compliments, partially because he likes to laugh at how flustered his flirting makes you, but mainly because he can't say enough how much he admires you. he hasn't had genuine connection in so long, so you're a true reprieve for him. he never wants to let you go, so he'll remind you exactly why as much as possible.

-likes to take pictures of you. he wants to hold onto every memory he can, and he loves to admire you. he likes to take selfies with you or have you pose for the camera, but his favorites are candid photos, ones where you aren't expecting them. there's something so enrapturing about you just being. you sleeping in your bed or on his lap, cooking some breakfast in the kitchen, scrolling on your phone across the couch from him, getting ready for your day...he loves it all. when he's off on some faraway planet, he'll look back at them, to get himself through whatever mission, remind himself he needs to get back to you soon.

-he likes extravagant dates just as much as laid back ones. whether it's whisking you off to a place you've always dreamed of visiting or staying in and binging movies, holding you close on the couch, he enjoys all time spent with you.

"i heard this movie's a bit of a scary one, so if you want to hold onto me i'll protect you...hey, don't glare at me! i'm just concerned, that's all..."

(the movie in question is a g-rated animated film. teasing little shit. you cling onto him anyway though to make him happy.)

-a bit of an unpopular opinion, but i think that while aventruine spoils you on dates, and also buys you plenty of things, one of his favorite ways to show affection even more than money is little acts of service. he does love to spoil you!! but his money is also a bargaining chip, and he has so much of it that spending on you too excessively wouldn't feel as genuine in his mind.

-so he does things for you. he loves to cook for you, for one. when he has the time he'll spend hours perfecting your favorite dishes. the kitchen is lively as smells drift through the air, warmth radiating from the stove as you two buzz with lively conversation. he'll call you over and spoon feed you a taste to make sure he's making it the way you like it, giving you a soft peck and swiping the extra at the corner of your mouth with his thumb after. there's something so tender about seeing your smile as you eat his meals, knowing it energizes you and makes you happy, warms you. It comes from his hard work, his hands, all for you, and he adores it.

he wears a silly kiss the chef apron and goes "i think you should listen to what the apron says and reward me, hm?" after he finishes. you roll your eyes hard but do it anyway, and he feels your smile against his lips.

-he also loves to do things like help you with your hair or run you baths or your laundry. if he happens to be home while you're at work, sometimes you'll come back to a super clean house, chores all done. you'll thank him a bunch then scold him for working on his day off, but he just laughs and silences you with a kiss before running you a bath. he'll happily let you reward him by washing his hair and rubbing his shoulders in the tub, though.

-that doesn't at all mean he won't spend on you though!! he loves spoiling you! i just think he won't overwhelm you with random, massive gifts. he'll buy you little trinkets that reminds him of you, get you some clothing from a brand you mentioned, restock your perfume/cologne, buy jewelry with gems in your favorite color, that kind of stuff. the price is never a problem, but he makes sure it's stuff you actually want, makes sure the gifts are personal.

-he buys you flowers a lot. will get you new ones as soon as the previous have wilted. if he's been away? he gets you a whole mini garden's worth to make for the weeks he's been gone

your jaw drops at the sheer amount he got you. you know he missed you, but nothing could have prepared you for this.

"what's that shocked look for? is it not enough? well, i can always get you more, if you really insist..."

he laughs when you shake your head rapidly and tell him absolutely not.

-speaking of being away, it KILLS him. he hates his job already and he misses you so bad!! texts you often, checking in on you and updating you and complimenting you and sending you money. prefers calling you when he gets the time because he wants to actually *talk*, will ask you to just ramble about whatever because he misses the sound of your voice :(

-aventurine's very physically affectionate. he almost always has his hands on you somehow. it's a way for him to show his love but also a way for him to reassure himself that you're really there, that you love him too.

-swings your arms when you walk together, holding hands. he'll feed you a bite of his food on dates, give quick little pecks, dangle his jacket on your shoulders, slide an arm around your waist.

-in the comfort of your home he's allll over you. wakes you up with a kiss, brushes his teeth while you brush yours with your sides pressed together. he'll always have an arm or two wrapped around you. he'll come up behind you and slide the shoulder of your shirt down so he can pepper kisses there, laughing when you let out a surprised yelp. he'll stay there, breathing in the scent of your shampoo, before taking your hand and dragging you to hang out with him on the couch

-loves cuddling. it's his favorite way to be with you. your head in his lap, a lazy arm wrapped around you, you lying on top of him, his head resting on your shoulder, spooning, sitting on his lap with your forehead pressed to his. sny and all of it, any and all of you. i think he has his favorites, though. he likes to rest on your chest, just by your heart, or bury his face in your neck, lips resting softly against your pulse. your heartbeat is the best sound, the best feeling in the world to him. steady, reassuring, a reminder that you're alive.

-shares his jewelry with you. helps you put it on, clasping necklaces and sliding on rings and bracelets. he'll admire you with the sweetest smile, tell you how beautiful you look.

"you're gorgeous...maybe i should just let you keep it all. it suits you better than me, anyway."

-he loves going to bed with you. He sleeps so much better with you by his side. sleep is when people are most delicate, most unguarded, so to be able to sleep with you is a sign he really trusts you. he HAS to be holding you in some way, whether it's pressing as close together as possible for warmth under heavy covers or a loose arm over you if it gets too hot.

-he doesn't usually have pleasant dreams. often he'll wake up in a cold sweat, or to you gently shaking him because you heard him talking in his sleep, and you couldn't stand to hear the tremble in his voice. he's mortified when it happens, but he grows relieved to have you near for it, even if he can never shake the embarrassment fully. sometimes he does need to be alone after it, excusing himself to another room if you're also up, thankful when you nod in understanding. but usually, he needs you. and you'll respond. you'll whisper reassurances, kiss his forehead and rub his back, securing him safely in your arms. he listens to your soft breaths and falling back asleep comes a bit easier. everything comes a bit easier with you guiding him through it.

-i think he loves his forehead and cheek and shoulder kisses, but he loves to kiss your wrist or the pulsepoint on your neck. again, he cherishes those signs that you're with him, and they're some of your most vulnerable spots, so he wants to show them the most love.

-loves kissing you on the lips too though for sure! your mouth is another thing he adores, your smiles and laughter and all the words that spill from them. whether it's quick pecks or making out, he loves it all the same.

-he just cherishes you so much :(( when he's finally comfortable enough to tell you he loves you, he'll start doing it frequently, as much as he can. it takes a while for him to get to that point but stay with him and he'll grow more open with you

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

Omg omg make "If she grew her hair long, act girlier, and stop looking so grumpy I think she would be more popular........ I'll kill you" a set of one shot scenarios for those bllk guys you mentioned😭😭😭✨

boyish - c. hyoma

fem!reader

“you know, chigiri, i feel like a lot of girls like you. like, a lot.”

chigiri stared up at the boy in front of him, one who had suddenly just sat down in front of him during lunch, who chigiri was also too apathetic to learn the name of. the crowded classroom was hot and far too packed for chigiri to go out of the room without bumping into at least ten people, so chigiri decided that he was simply too lazy to leave and just allowed the boy to sit in front of him and yap.

“uh huh.” chigiri mumbled, shoving a mouthful of rice through his lips. he wasn't interested in the least; he already had a girlfriend, and you were the best possible lover he could ever ask for. “i don't really care.”

sure, you were both off to a rough start with your cropped short hair and rather boyish traits as opposed to his long silky hair and more feminine traits, but all that mattered was that you both loved each other right now and will still love each other in the future. the boy laughed. “you got that apathetic rizz, huh? well, girls love it. i should try someday.” the boy hummed as his eyes darted to chigiri. “although i heard you've got a girlfriend.”

chigiri stiffened before his eyebrows knit together. he had a bad feeling about this; any mention of other girls and then suddenly his girl never meant something good. chigiri began cracking his knuckles underneath his desk, ready for a fight. he shoved his box of bento back into his lunchbox before glaring up at the boy who was talking.

“you know, she's alright, i guess, but wouldn't she look way better with longer hair and more makeup? maybe wear some nail polish too. i mean, her hair barely goes below her ear, and she doesn't really wear makeup, and her nails are always dir--”

“i'm going to kill you.” chigiri muttered, before kicking his leg directly into the shin of the boy. chigiri heard a crack before deciding to abandon his laziness and walk out of the room. the boy held his aching shin up to his chest, practcially screaming as tears flew to his eyes. “don't talk about her like that ever again. in fact, don't talk about her ever again.”

everyone surrounded the boy profusely, many hurrying out to call the nurse. meanwhile, chigiri walked down the hallway with long, slow strides. you had been in the teacher's lounge for a while to help the teacher with something, but you had ran down the hallway to see chigiri the moment you heard someone whispering about it when they entered the teacher's lounge. “hyoma? what happened? why-”

chigiri just shrugged, taking your hand to walk back to the classroom. “it's nothing. just gave him what he deserved.” your head cocked to the side, but chigiri remained silent. you could make your appearance anything, and as long as you were happy, chigiri wouldn't mind.

a/n: this is my first time ever officially writing for chigiri, so i hope this is accurate!

[secret-moonstruck]

──── Say my Name | y. jw

Weekly challenge: Everglow - Zombie (secret-moonstruck&callmemonster68)

paring: !jungwonxfem!reader | genre: smut, violence | words: 4489 | (Masterlist)

SYNOPSIS : ➺ Jungwon should be professional, never get involved with a patient, but Y/N's darker side is exactly what attracts him..

「Warnings」: oral sex, unprotected sex, torture, violence, murder, threat, mention of suicide.

Most people in that clinic couldn't believe what they were saying about Y/N, she was extremely sweet to everyone, her voice was soft, she never seemed to get angry about anything, her eyes were pure, her smile always seemed so radiant, and she made everyone like her.

Some felt sorry for her, she lived isolated inside and could only interact with other patients in rare moments while the nurses were present supervising them.

Y/N was excited, that afternoon she would have an evaluation with Jungwon, the handsome and cute young doctor who was transferred a few months ago, he was sweet and attentive to everyone, but he always seemed irritated and tense around Y/N, and that cheered her up. From the moment he got there, Y/N had only one goal on her mind: Jungwon, and she would have him, wouldn't she? mattered when or how, but he would be hers.

When she came out of her room to have her coffee, she saw that they were introducing a new patient. Putting on her most receptive side possible, she rushed to introduce herself.

The new girl was immediately enchanted by Y/N, imagining that maybe she could have a friend there. They chatted animatedly, Y/N was very welcoming and made her feel at ease in that scary place. But the moment he said goodbye and entered his room, his face receptivel Y/N's face was replaced by a terribly scary smile, if anyone saw it, they would wonder if that was really Y/N, her look became dark, and her expression made it clear that she could kill that innocent girl and she would would have fun therefore.

The girl's illusion barely lasted until lunch. That was when Y/N decided to show the innocent girl her true face. She was bored and couldn't wait to have fun.

One of the patients had “coincidentally” a crisis. Amidst the chaos, as the nurses tended to him, Y/N convinced the girl to follow her, saying that there were fun places there that they normally wouldn't let them visit.

That entire floor was deactivated, the rooms looked like warehouses with everything that should be discarded from the rest of the clinic. Some tables and several chairs were scattered around the room, pieces of iron from broken structures, that place was a complete mess.

— Isn't this place incredible? — Y/N's smile wasn't the same as usual, her eyes seemed big and scary, her lips curved in a strange way, and her expression was terrifying.

— I don't think so, we better go back, we shouldn't be here. — the girl retreated scared, she felt something wrong, both in that place and coming from Y/N.

— It's far away, you know? A person could die screaming here and no one would notice on the other floors. — Y/N's voice seemed too happy, as if she was saying something very encouraging instead of scary.

— Do you want to see? — before the girl knew it, Y/N pushed her against the wall, her hands squeezing her neck as she smiled happily. — Shh, don't scream yet, save it for when the pain really comes to you...

The girl wanted to ask Y/N to let her go, but her voice wouldn't come out, the panic mixed the lack of air as Y/N's hand pressed against his neck.

Unnoticed by them, Jungwon, who, without knowing why he decided to go down to that floor, heard the sounds coming from that room, froze at the door. It took him a while to realize what was happening, and when he did, he didn't understand why, but instead of acting he remained silent and watched.

Jungwon heard the girl scream as an agonizing pain took over her as she felt the flesh on her leg being torn apart. Y/N had stuck the tip of an iron into the girl's leg.

Jungwon knew he needed to intervene, what Y/N was doing was wrong, and he, as the doctor there, should restrain her. But he couldn't, he could only admire how radiant Y/N was.

Her eyes shone as she saw the blood oozing out as she moved the iron into the wound, and the moment she pulled hard the blood splattered everything around.

—That's wonderful. — Y/N was ecstatic as he walked away from her, jumping happily.

The girl fell to the ground crying in despair covering her wound while Y/N laughed excitedly watching the girl.

Y/N's beauty and excitement made Jungwon feel something that left him confused. From the moment he met her there, he was attracted to her for some inexplicable reason. But he always managed to convince himself of the limits, but seeing her there with the blood dripping from her delicate hands while smiling so beautifully, he realized that there were no limits anymore, he wanted her, and that tormented him. He was a psychiatrist, how could he feel so attracted, so weak, and desire someone so much who should repulse him? Y/N era sick, and he was losing himself to her.

— I bet they missed us already, let's go back. — Y/N made a sad expression at the girl, but the sick happiness was still in her eyes. — But you know...if you tell anyone...well it'll be the last thing you say, so just keep quiet.

When she turned to leave the room Y/N saw Jungwon, she smiled when her eyes met his, making it clear that she had him in her hands.

He panicked because he had been caught, and without thinking he turned his back and quickly walked away, as if he had never seen anything. He was furious with himself, it was certain that she was going to make his life hell, more than she already was.

It was almost evening when Y/N's appointment finally arrived. Jungwon remained silent for most of the consultation or acting as if he hadn't witnessed the scene earlier, he was irritated and tense, afraid that she would use it against him.

While Jungwon spoke, Y/N barely focused on his words, she just admired him, how his mouth looked so temptingly kissable while he talked to her, how she wanted his fingers that played with the pen to play with her, imagined what his body would be like without those neat clothes. 

— How was your lunch Jungwon? — she asked in her fake innocent tone. 

Jungwon lost control, getting angry, Y/N was his weak point, he couldn't be professional and stay calm. She had a knack for getting him mad, and he knew she would torment him for not stopping her sooner. And as if that wasn't enough, Y/N still pronounced his name in such a dirty and provocative way that it was the limit of his patience.

He stood up from his chair, his eyes filled with anger as he walked over to Y/N's chair, turning her to face him, he leaned over her.

— I already warned you, you're a patient, you shouldn't call me by my name. — His tone was threatening, and Y/N loved it.

— Oh, I'm sorry Dr. Yang, I forgot. — she replied in a sweet voice, but her smile made her intentions clear. — But you know, Dr. Yang, I think you should rethink your profession, what happened earlier doesn't seem very ethical, it was clear in your eyes that you liked what you witnessed a little too much. And as a doctor shouldn't you punish me?

Y/N brought her face closer to his, her hand pulling the collar of his shirt closer to her as her eyes were locked on his.

— By the way, I would love to be punished by you. And admit it, you're as sick as I am. —her lips so dangerously close. —Do you think I don't understand how you look at me? You like that, don't you? It's not that you don't like hearing me call your name, it's the opposite, right? You love, and it irritates him, knowing that you love my madness. That you are attracted to me. Poor thing, your sweet little heart can't fight your sick mind, can it? 

It was visible how Jungwon tensed and froze for a moment, before moving away from Y/N. He was angry at how she disrespected, but more angry that she could see so clearly how he felt. Jungwon took a while to admit this to himself, but now that she had said it, shame washed over him.

— Your appointment is over. — He tried to maintain a serious and professional voice, but it was possible to notice a slight nervousness in his words. — Go back to your room, see you at your next appointment.

— Ah, but I would prefer to go to your room…Dr. Yang. — Y/N sighed going to the door. —But maybe another day, right? Maybe when you want to hear me call your name.

Jungwon heard the door close, he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Her heart was racing, Y/N was right. The anger he felt was more due to his weakness under her, than to her insults against him. 

Each appointment was torture for Jungwon, Y/N was not at all subtle in her teasing.

Y/N was already excited, after so long it seemed like Jungwon was finally surrendering. The following consultations were interesting, he seemed different, his attitude as a doctor seemed to be slowly disappearing, on the other hand he seemed more tense, as if he were in an internal battle. This only made Y/N feel satisfied, he would soon give in, soon he would be hers.

Silence took over Jungwon's office, his eyes traveled between the clock on the wall and Y/N, who was sitting in front of him.

She leaned back in the chair, crossing her legs slowly, studying Jungwon's features, and how he seemed more tense than other days.

— You know Dr. Yang, I've been wondering... why you didn't stop me the other day... you seem like the right type, always so perfect and professional. - Y/N said ironically. 

Jungwon tried to remain calm, but his tone wavered a little when he responded.

— You know why Y/N. - He got up from his chair and went to the other side of the room. — Why don't you forget about it?

Y/N smiled, approaching him, she tried to touch his face, but he held her wrist tightly, moving her hand away from him, then left her side.

— Why do you keep pushing me away, as if I were a demon? - she questioned his voice angry. — I can be so good to you, I'm not as bad as you think.

— Don't you give up? I will never fall for your lies. You can manipulate other doctors, nurses, patients, but I don't fall for your tricks.

— You say you won't fall for my lies. But I know it's falling for me. - Y/N replied with a smile, sitting on the table right in front of him.

Jungwon tries to fight the thoughts that cross his mind, he feels like he's going to suffocate in that room with Y/N ​​there, he watches her every move, while sitting in front of him, she says something, but he can't hear anything else, he is completely focused on calming down, he was afraid that this was his limit.

Y/N leans forward, bringing her face closer to Jungwon with a subtle smile and a challenging look.

— You seem tense, Dr. Yang. I see it in your eyes, there's no point in trying to deny it, I know what you want.

“Dr. Yang, Dr. Yang", he couldn't stand it, every time she called him that he got irritated, he himself had set that limit days ago, but now it seems so wrong when she calls him that. He closed his eyes, clenching his fists, he wanted to hear her say his name again, but he couldn't say it, not without her noticing the effect she had on him.

— I can read you so well Dr. Yang, I can see you're losing control, I know you want to touch me, just like I know you want me to touch you.

Y/N lifted her leg, her foot was on the chair, right between Jungwon's legs, she moved it touching his thighs, each movement a tease, as she smiled.

— Just give in Dr. Yang, it's so simple, just admit it then you will get what you so desire.

He remained immobile, he wanted to get out of there, impose limits, show that she had no control over him, that she was wrong. But he couldn't, his heart was pounding against his chest as he tried to decide whether to fight it or give in.

— You know Dr. Yang… — Y/N started to speak, her foot now rubbing against him, feeling how hard he was for her, a new tease coming, but she was interrupted.

— Stop. — His voice was low, almost a whisper, he sounded weak. — Stop calling me Dr. Yang, you win, this is unbearable, just stop calling me so dismissive.

— Jun... no. Dr Yang. — her answer came out in a cruel tone, she smiled. — You deny me so much, you have to deserve it. You have set a boundary between us, and I will only pass by, and call you by your name, if you break that boundary first. Y/N pulled her foot away from him. Without thinking, he reached out his hand trying to touch her and hold her there, but she pushed his hand away, a victorious smile on her face.

— Here's the thing, Dr. Yang, you belong to me, and you will do everything to please me, if I think you are worthy of it, only then, perhaps, will I say your name. Hmmm, maybe if you beg I'll have mercy too. Do you think you can please me?

In lieu of an answer, Jungwon stood up pushing his chair, while his eyes were on Y/N's, a smug smile on her face, knowing that he finally belonged to her, that he threw all the rules away.

— Come on Dr. Yang, be an obedient kitten, you need to please your owner. — your words emanated power.

She touched his face, her small touch making heat run through his body, his breath hitched for a moment. 

Jungwon fell to his knees in front of Y/N, she watched his face blush. Y/N smiled as she slowly discarded her clothes.

Jungwon's hands touched Y/N's feet and legs almost as if in reverence, she smiled when she saw his lips touching her, every inch of her leg to her thighs.

— Please Y/N, be mine. — Jungwon's voice made it clear that there were no more masks, he would no longer hide how weak he became in her presence.

Y/N's laugh echoed throughout the room, she pushed him, making him fall, Jungwon immediately returned to his position. Y/N laughed ironically.

— Don't you understand yet? You belong to me, don't think you can HAVE ME, I'm the one who has you. — she said arrogantly.

Jungwon agreed, surrendering, he no longer cared about trying to look like something he knew he wasn't, he fought for months trying to maintain his composure, remaining professional, but now none of that mattered anymore, the moment he accepted what he felt, he decided to accept it and do everything for Y/N, as she said, he belonged to her.

He continued his kisses down Y/N's legs, going down to her thighs where he left marks, his fingers playing with her wetness, before sliding himself inside her, she leaned back reveling in the pleasure he gave her. 

As his fingers curled inside her, he continued his kisses, his mouth finally touching where she needed it.

— Good boy, that's right, serve your owner. — she said touching his hair, making him moan. — What a hungry kitty you are.

The wet sounds of his mouth devouring her, while her moans and sighs reached his ears, but he wanted more, he wanted to hear her call his name, he wanted to know he was pleasing her.

Jungwon continued, his mouth and fingers making her moan more and more as she got closer to her orgasm, he felt more and more in agony with the pressure of the fabric pressing his member harder and harder, it was torturous. But even as she came undone in his mouth he continued, making her squirm, making her want more.

— Damn Jungwon just fuck me already. - Y/N was impatient with his provocation.

Jungwon smiled, she finally said his name, hearing her say his name again, in that situation, asking for him, that awakened something in him, a hunger that took over his body.

When Jungwon stood up, and his eyes met Y/N's, she realized that he wasn't the same obedient kitten from seconds ago, she smiled, when he kissed her so hungrily, she knew she was screwed and that was what made her most excited.

The limit of the doctor-patient relationship was thrown in the trash, Y/N's appointments were never the same again.

But this didn't go unnoticed, Jungwon was surprised when Y/N's “appointments” were transferred, she wouldn't have any appointments with him that week, but every day there was an appointment with Dr. Kim, the hospital director, he didn't understand why, and when he asked, he didn't get an answer.

Jungwon was happy, finally Y/N would have an appointment with him. He rushed to have her in his arms when she entered the room, but he noticed how strange she was, tense, airy, lifeless, her eyes red, and a tired expression, she looked lost and empty, this left him intrigued. That's when he noticed the marks on her arms, restraints, they were using restraints on her, but why?

— Are they using restraints on you? — he asked worriedly, pulling the sleeves and collar of her clothes to see the marks. - Why?

— Shock. — She rolled her eyes, as if it was nothing.. — It seems they discovered us, and I must be punished for getting involved with a doctor here. According to the director, Dr Kim, I am a danger, she thinks you must remind me daily what happens if the rules are broken.

Jungwon's stomach turned, treatment shock was something forbidden, inhumane, he couldn't believe they were doing that there, with Y/N. And the worst thing was knowing it was because of him. Anger was taking over him as he ran his fingers over the marks left on her arms.

The next day, when she arrived for her appointment, Y/N heard an argument coming from Jungwon's office.

— She is my… My patient, you cannot decide punishments for her. I'm the one who decides what should be done for her. — Jungwon he was furious arguing against the director.

— I'm the director and if the patient is getting involved with the doctor, who by the way is a weakling who fell for her tricks, I must interfere. — Dr. Kim's voice was authoritative when she left the room. She gave a look that would make Y/N regret.

Upon entering the room, Y/N saw Jungwon walking around the room, he was filled with anger, his eyes were always so docile, they looked like those of a murderer, Y/N had never seen him like this, not even with all her provocations did he get to this point of anger, but all she could think about was how attractive he looked like that.

When he turned around and saw Y/N he changed completely, his angry expression was replaced with concern, he quickly approached her, pulling his sleeves to check the new marks caused that morning.

Y/N smiled seeing him so worried about her. The concern and tenderness were evident, both in his eyes and in his touches.

— They won't hurt you anymore Y/N, I promise. You will be free, and we will be able to be together. — he said touching her face gently, but she noticed how his face closed, obscuring his beautiful features.

It was already dawn, Y/N was sleeping when she heard the distant sounds, she couldn't identify what they were, but some time later she heard screams and thumping sounds in the hallway near her room, she wanted to know what they were, the sounds were delicious, she could feel the desperation in the screams, but she wanted to know what could be causing it.

When the screams stopped the door to Y/N's room opened, it took a few seconds for her to comprehend the scene in front of her.

Jungwon was standing in the doorway smiling at her, his face splattered with blood, his clothes stained red and his bloody hand holding a knife. 

His gaze was darkened, in a way that Y/N had never seen before, she could see perfectly well how happy, proud he was. 

— I did it for you. —Jungwon said smiling proudly as he walked around the room approaching Y/N, leaving red marks where his feet touched. — Now we can be together Y/N.

She was frozen in place as he approached, his hands staining her face with blood as he held her to kiss her.

Y/N finally smiled, she had broken it, he was beside himself, and he was beautiful, his always so innocent face now transformed, Y/N couldn't decide which side his her I liked it better, he was perfect in both ways. But something about his gaze made her want him even more, perhaps because she knew she was the reason he was like this.

— Come Y/N, see what I did for you. His hands grabbed hers as he guided her to the door.

Jungwon smiled proudly, his hand firmly holding Y/N's as he guided her through the clinic's hallways, he looked like a happy child as he watched her expression.

Y/N's eyes sparkled with every detail that was caught in her gaze. The hallways are always white, clean, impeccable. Now it was like a work of art, the blood staining the floor and walls, the bodies of both staff and patients strewn about.

She couldn't believe that Jungwon had done that, not alone, not for her. 

— You are perfect Jungwon. — she said, stopping in the middle of the hallway — did you do all this for me?

— Yes Y/N, I did this for you. To prove how much I love you, and to set you free. Now we can be together, just like I promised.

He barely finished his sentence, when Y/N's hands tugged at his shirt, pulling him to kiss him, he smiled, she had never kissed him like that, he could feel the difference, now it was obvious, before it seemed so superficial, just obsession, just to have power over him, but at this moment it was different, the desire was stronger, there was no manipulation, there was only the desire to possess him and to be his, and there was something more...trust, Y/N never trusted anyone, because she compared herself to people, if she could lie and manipulate so well, others were like that too, but Jungwon's devotion to her made her change, trust him.

Jungwon wasn't the only one who changed that night, just as he gave in to her madness, Y/N gave in to his passion. They were both broken, he could feel her desperation, how her small body felt like it was going to merge with his, she was so desperate to feel him.

— I have one more surprise. — Jungwon said excitedly.

He took her down the hall to Dr. Kim's office, he went to the chair that was facing the wall, when he turned it towards Y/N, there she was, Dr. Kim was tied to the chair, gagged.

— We need someone to blame, don't we? — he approached Y/N and handed her a gun. — Let's say I found it in her drawer, for a doctor she's very dangerous, don't you think? What kind of psychiatrist has a gun in his office drawer? Maybe one who's crazy enough to kill everyone where he works?

— You're sick... — Y/N smiled at him, she was radiant. 

- I am not. She is, look at this note, she confesses that she killed everyone and decided to end her own life. Because she was tired of the people here. Completely crazy.

Y/N was in awe of everything, she couldn't believe that the sweet and innocent Jungwon she tormented for months was the same one who had planned every detail of a massacre, and all of this because they had hurt her.

— Here… - he handed the gun to Y/N. — My gift to you, end this, then we will be free.

Y/N took the gun from his hand before kissing him. He took a syringe and administered it to Dr Kim, so the director appears to have been partially paralyzed when he released her, she didn't scream or try to fight.

Jungwon went to the computer, erasing all of Y/N's data, then took a stack of papers to the fireplace.

— Now you never existed in this clinic, there's nothing about you here.

Y/N smiled at him, then she approached Dr. Kim, the gun in her hands, she took Dr. Kim's hand smiling.

— You know, Dr Kim, you tortured me so much, and threatened Jungwon's career. I should give you the same treatment you gave me, but do you see that man over there?— Y/N turned her chair towards Jungwon. — Look how delicious it is. How can I waste time with you when I can have him fuck me?

Y/N took Dr Kim's hand doing She holds the gun before putting it in her own mouth before squeezing the trigger.

Jungwon watched with a goofy smile on his face as Y/N jumped excitedly running into his arms, she jumped into his lap.

— Jungwon, I don't know what this is, but I think I love you. — She was very happy kissing his face and lips. — I confess that at first it was just an obsession, but now… You promete never abandon me? I want you forever...but if you betray me or abandon me, I swearJungwon I'm going to kill you, and it's not just an expression, I'm giving you my heart, but if you fail me, I'll rip yours out.

— I belong to you Y/N, don't worry, I will never fail you. — he kissed her, punctuating what he said.

Jungwon wasn't afraid of her threat, he knew that what she said wasn't in vain, that she would fulfill it, but he didn't worry, because he would never leave her side, Y/N was his world, she was everything he wanted and needed.

— Notes: I'm new to this writing thing, and English is not my first language. Sorry for not writing so well, I wish to improve and bring better and well-written stories.

[just-writing-a-bit]

Who says I don't care?

Natasha Romanoff x female reader

Summary: Y/n is part of the Avengers for a while, but no one really paid attention to her. She feels like she's alone in all of her training and with her thoughts. One night, she goes out on a run, getting lost and returning home later than planned and injured. Natasha noticed her staying away for too long and takes care of her, despite Y/n trying to brush it off at first. Word count: 3.047

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Pov y/n

Natasha has never paid much attention to me. So, I'm surprised when she looks up now as I walk past the kitchen. There is no one else around, the others somewhere scattered around the compound.

"Going for a nightly run, huh?" Nat asks, her eyes darting over my workout clothes, settling on the headlamp I wear. "Or trying to rob someone?"

I don't know what it is about her, why she doesn't care at all. I don't expect to become besties with her but I thought she might be nice and happy to have another woman on the team. But apparently, she couldn't care less. I've tried to be nice and become her friend but her constant remarks and sarcastic comments eventually made me give up. I simply roll my eyes at her. She chuckles amused at my reaction, not taking me very serious. So much about making friends when joining the Avengers.

When I joined them half a year ago, I thought it would be nice, we'd be a team and save the world together. Instead, Natasha hates me and Steve drags me to training every morning. His training plan is hard and leaves me exhausted on the regular. On days where we don't train together, he gave me the homework to go running to keep my stamina up. I skipped that once and the next time had to listen to him lecturing me, so I won't be risking that again.

Today has been really busy though and I've been sitting at my desk most of the time, writing reports, sorting files and digitalizing other files. This part of being an Avenger truly doesn't make me feel like a hero, more like someone at an office job. I hoped for this to be cool but it's a bit of a let down so far. Nonetheless, I hope to help people one day and give them hope when they see me, so I keep pushing myself.

Natasha glances toward the window in the kitchen, darkness mirroring her face back at her. It may be late and I am a bit tired but I will pull through and go to bed right after. Whatever Natasha thinks, she keeps it to herself and I keep walking, heading out of the compound. Going running in the dark isn't my favorite but running track in the gym drives me insane. The same circle over and over again. Makes me feel like a hamster in a wheel.

The air is cold as I step out, but I know it won't bother me once I start running and warm up. I already did my stretching, so I'm ready to go. My steps are soft against the gravel path leading me away from the compound, my headlight the only source of light despite the moon and a few starts. The air smells fresh, the rain from earlier today still hanging in the air. The smell is nice, calming.

I run for quite a while, getting lost in my thoughts and when I slow to a stop to orientate myself, I find myself lost. My breath is still fast from running as I spin around, trying to figure out where I am. There are trees lining the path to my right and an open field to my left. Definitely no place I feel very safe.

I keep moving, even if it's just slow steps, my eyes darting around along with the ball of light coming from my headlamp. The longer I look around, the more panic unfurls inside me. Shit! I really got too lost in my thoughts to keep track of the path. That only happened once before but it was in daylight, so I could easily make my way back but now I can't look far enough to see anything familiar.

I take deep breaths, trying to stay calm but the nerves in my body are raging, every possible bad scenario playing out in my mind. Even a shake of my head doesn't help and I ball my hands into fists.

How could I be so mindless?

The smartest thing to do is probably turn around and take the way back. It has been straight for a while now, so I can't get lost that way. I turn around, my eyes still darting around, trying to assess my surroundings. My heart beats fast but more from fear than exercising. Being lost in the dark is one of my few fears. So much could be happening without my knowledge and I can only react to the things right in front of me. Like a branch reaching onto the path. I bend it away with one hand, glancing around.

The sudden crack in the tree line to my left makes my heart jump, startling me. I jump into action, getting into the stance Steve reminds me of each training session. The branch snaps back into its original position striking me sharply across the face and I wince at the sudden pain. I'm really not in my best condition today. But jumping into the stance was an instinct, one that made me forget about the branch.

I wince again, my face heating as pain pulses through my face. I bite my lip to keep myself from making further noise, not wanting to sound like prey. Instead, I sidestep the branch and keep running again. My mind is overwhelmed with so much happening at once, so many feelings. But I can't break down now. Not here.

For what feels like eternity, I wander around, trying to figure out where to go while keeping my emotions at bay. My face stings and hurts, it still feels like the branch is pushing against my face, even if it's not. Goosebumps have erupted on my arms, but not from the cold. Not just, at least. I hate myself for not taking my phone with me. Usually, it bothers me and I don't listen to music anyway. I want to hear the steady sound of my steps and nature and running is the best moment to clear my head and think. Now, I would be grateful for a phone though. 

Eventually, I spot the compound again, letting out a relieved breath and speeding up, wanting to be inside and safe again. By now, my face is throbbing and I am not sure I want to see what the branch did. It certainly isn't pretty.

Exhausted physically and mentally, I enter the compound and head for the living quarters. Once I'm in my room, I can rest and cry.

I pass by the living room area, noticing the light on. Out of curiosity, I slow my step and glance inside. When I see red hair, I roll my eyes, no one helpful. Not that the others are necessarily warm towards me but at least they acknowledge me.

Natasha turns in the armchair. "That was a long run," she comments as she turns around, her eyes fixing on mine. For a second and probably the first time since I met her, her face drops with some kind of emotion. Something else than distance and smugness.

"What happened?" She asks instead of making a comment like I expected. I wave it of, too exhausted to explain and not in the mood for her sarcasm. I turn on my heal, walking down the hallway, yearning for my bed.

"That looks bad. Did someone attack you?" Natasha asks, her voice softer than I'm used too. Just hearing her talk again is a surprise but together with this slight hint of worry, it's weird.

"No," I answer shortly, not in the mood to relive the moment. Steps follow me and I wonder why she is so persistent all of the sudden. It's not like she cares. "What happened then?" she continues asking. I'm not sure if I'm annoyed by it or feel a little touched.

But then, she never really paid attention to me before, so this feels like a game. I simply shrug, dismissing her question while fighting my own uprising feelings. A soft hand around my wrist holds me back and Nat steps into my vision again. Her expression is surprisingly soft, something I've never seen before.

"Hey, what happened? That looks bad," she eyes my face, her fingers still curled around my wrist. They are warm and almost comforting. Her touch confuses my already messy mind. For a second I consider giving into the comfort, accepting it. But then I remember she probably doesn't really care and pull my hand out of hers.

"Happened during my run," is all I tell her, heading further to my room, fighting the uprising tears. All of this is too much. The fear of being alone in the dark, the feeling of being lost, the throbbing of my face and the exhaustion in my body.

"One doesn't get a red stripe like that on a normal run," Natasha points out, her steps following me. Why is she so persistent? I ignore her, not sure if my voice will stay steady if I talk.

"And you usually don't run for that long. Something must have happened." My irritation at her constant words snap and I spin around, tears pricking in my eyes.

"Why do you care, Romanoff? You don't care about me at all! Why now?" For a second she looks taken aback but then her features soften and she takes a step closer to me.

"Who says I don't care?" She asks and I huff, allowing the first tear to fall. It stings when reaching the spot where I was hit by the branch but I ignore that.

"You show it in the way you act. Message received. Now, just go..." My voice gets weaker as my emotions get stronger, threatening to spill over with force.

Natasha keeps watching me, worry showing on her face. I can't look at her any longer, so I turn away, hiding my tears.

"I do care," she almost whispers. I shake my head, at the verge of a breakdown. She doesn't, she never has and never will.

"I do," she insists and a warm hand is placed on my back.

As if that was all it takes, my composure breaks and I start crying, every emotion pulsing through me in strong waves. All the fear, the pain, the loneliness, the confusion, the exhaustion.

Natasha is very quick to wrap her arms around me, holding me as my knees give up. Her embrace is warm but I barely register that and for a moment I don't care who she is and just bury my face in her shoulder, shaking while I cry.

Her hand soothingly rubs up and down my back while the other cradles the back of my head. I cry into her shirt, feeling the stinging of the stripe on my face increasing, adding to everything.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here," she whispers as if this was normal for us. As if she hasn't ignored me for the most part of half a year. My legs grow weak but she catches me without a problem. "Shhh, it's okay, you're okay. We'll get you to your room and take care of that injury, okay?"

All I manage is to nod and then follow her slow steps, guiding me backwards through the hallway. I continue crying, my emotions flowing out of me, her arms strong and securely around me. They bring a comfort I didn't expect at all. We reach my room and Natasha carefully settles me on my bed. My tears have stopped and I only feel exhausted and vulnerable now.

"Let's get you cleaned up, so nothing gets infected." She smiles softly at me, a sight I never saw before. All I can do is nod though, too exhausted to do anything else or to protest. For a moment, she disappears into my attached bathroom and comes back with a wet cloth.

"It may sting at first but I promise, it'll be better soon," she says gently, sitting down next to me.

With her free hand, she gently takes my chin, tilting my head into her direction. Our eyes meet. Hers are soft, almost warm. I've never seen them like this and that's confusing me a lot. I want to know what she thinks, why she is helping me. But I don't have the mental or emotional capacity to have that kind of talk now. With the cloth, she begins to dab at my wound. I bite my lip, the slight stinging not pleasant.

"How did this happen? One doesn't get a stripe like this just from being outside." She pulls the cloth away to look at me, concern on her face and a dab of blood on the cloth.

"I was running and got lost..." I trail off, shivering at the memory. "There was a low hanging branch and it snapped into my face when I didn't pay attention." Natasha hums, pressing the cooling cloth back on my face. I'm surprised she doesn't laugh because that's not very hero like and sounds so stupid.

"The blood should dry soon and with a bit of cooling, the swelling will go back too," she tells me, her fingers still holding my chin, the small bit of comfort I get from it soothing my emotions a little. Even if I can't comprehend this whole situation, I allow myself to feel this way because if I don't, I might just break down again.

Comfort is all I've been seeking for since I started this program. It's hard and I fell in bed with an aching body for almost the entirety of the first month. There was so much frustration as well and small injuries. All I wanted was to be hugged by someone, to just get the smallest hint of comfort.

But that doesn't seem like something the Avengers do. Steve always told me to brush it off and Tony merely rolled his eyes when I was complaining. Empathy isn't their strong suit really. Natasha never showed any emotion either and I started to feel alone. The goal of helping people still in my mind, so I bit through it. Finally getting a sense of comfort is what my body has been craving and I don't care about who it's from anymore. Even if it's just for tonight and a one-time-thing, it's still better than nothing at all.

"You shouldn't run alone in the dark anymore," she says softly, so very different from the lectures I usually get from Steve. I'm not used to soft and gentle anymore, but it feels really good. I look into her eyes that assess my face as she continues cooling it. "But I have to keep exercising."

Natasha just hums and locks eyes with me. "Okay. The next time you go out for a run in the dark, you let me know and I'll join you."

The protectiveness in her voice catches me off-guard. "What?"

"I don't like you getting hurt or the thought of you getting lost in the dark. It's not a peaceful place out there. So, the next time you go on a run at night, you let me know and I come with you, making sure you return home safely." Warmth spreads in my chest at her words, the sense of comfort growing. Running with her could be nice, if she stays like this. If she goes back to her cold and distant demeanor, I am not so sure about it. But not having to worry about getting lost sounds nice and for the first time in half a year, I don't feel alone anymore.

"I will," I reply silently. She nods with a soft expression and pulls the cloth again, studying my face.

"The swelling isn't quite gone but is better now. With some rest, you will feel better tomorrow. Besides, you look exhausted." She reaches out and gently tugs a strain of hair behind my ear, the action so surprisingly gently, that I don't know how to react. Natasha gets up and brings the cloth into the bathroom before returning.

"If you need me, you know where my room is. Right?" I hesitate. Of course, I know where her room is. All our rooms have our names on the door. But just the thought of lying in the dark by myself sends cold shivers down my spine. Being alone in the darkness is the last thing I want. I'm aware that I am in no position to make this request but now seems the best moment.

"Stay with me?" I ask silently, feeling incredibly vulnerable. Natasha takes a moment to reply and I expect her to deny and leave but then she nods. "Okay, I can stay with you if that'll make you feel better?"

I nod, relieved I don't have to be alone for the night. I get off the bed and gesture for her to get comfortable before quickly changing in my bathroom. When I get back out, Natasha is in my bed, watching me. It's strange to see the big bed not empty. But also nice, knowing I don't have to be alone with my emotions for once. I slip in on my side and snuggle into the blanket, the comfort of her sheer presence soothing my earlier worry.

"Thank you," I say, looking at her. She gives me another one of her soft and rare smiles.

"You're welcome. Now rest, you deserve it and I will handle Steve tomorrow morning. After tonight, you deserve the training pushed back." My heart feels soft at her words, her looking out for me like no one else did so far.

The protectiveness in her voice isn't lost on me either and I wonder what that's about. But I don't ask, not wanting to ruin the moment. Instead, I smile at her before closing my eyes. She shuffles in bed next to me, switches off the light and then gets comfortable. I feel something against my knee, something of her but I can't tell what. It brings me comfort nonetheless though and I slip into sleep, feeling a lot better than I did when returning to the compound.

A/n: This is my first post here, so hi? I hope you liked this one shot, it seemed like a good one to start with :D

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"All I want is you" part 2

"All I want is you" - part one for those interested:)

A/N:Thank you for the love on part 1, decided to write a part 2 as I'm bored and some people requested one so a big thanks to them! As always sorry for any mistakes and enjoy!

Summary:You awoke with one of the worst hangovers you think you've had after last nights events and remember what happened and that Bucky is meant to come over

Warnings:Mentions of vomiting, mentions of drinking and fluff

WC:1k

You awoke with a groan as your body decided to torture you with a hangover that felt like death is at your door. You massage your temple as you try to piece together last night and remember how you ended up home but you only remember falling asleep in Bucky's arms as he took you into your apartment, you figure Bucky being the person he is managed to tuck you in. You sit on the edge of your bed still massaging your temples as the sunbeams flow into your room with the light basically punching your head. A rush of spit floods your mouth as the urge to vomit pushes you to practically sprint into your bathroom and make you debate on staying sober forever. After what feels like forever you crawl out of your bathroom and look at the time 8:45AM "christ" you mutter as you hear a knock on the door.

Bucky. The memory floods back on what happened last night with you almost begging him to stay or come back tomorrow. With him having the combo of both being over protective and an early riser of course he'd come see you. In that moment you again swear that you are never setting foot into a bar again. You hurriedly try to smooth your hair with your hands and curse yourself even more for still being in last night's clothes but you decide to bite the bullet. You sleepily pad over as Bucky's knock grow more persistent "Y/N are you ok? I told you I'd come back" he said hurriedly with panic in his voice worrying if something happened to you and why you haven't opened the door yet. "Buck I'm alright" you grumble as you open the door wincing at the light that seems to be way brighter than normal. "See I told ya I'd be back, are you alright do you need me to do anything?" One thing about Bucky is that he will be so over protective with those he loves he will go to no ends to keep them safe even if its from a deserved hangover. "Yea I'm ok just got a killer hangover" you try to talk at a normal volume now to try gain some dignity back as you let him in fully. 

Bucky immediately puts his hands on your shoulders and marches you onto your couch "stay here let me get something to help" he says looking oh so gently at you while it takes everything in him not to just press a gentle kiss to your head but alas he finds his way into your kitchen and first of all finds some Panadol and starts preparing one of your nice herbal teas you showed him a while ago and since then he's been hooked on it. "I'm ok you don't have to do all this" you say calmly as you start getting up from the couch but Bucky rushes over "I'm almost done over there it's fine" he smiles as he gestures for you to sit back down he then promptly brings your nice hot tea and 2 Panadol "enjoy" he says with a cheesy smile and you just grin back and chomp it down hoping for it to ease your headache away.

"Ugh last night is such a blur to me now" you say as your cuddled up on the couch cupping the warm tea in your hands "Thank you for looking after me though, don't know where I'd be without you Barnes" you say warmly watching Bucky try hide a smile from your kind words "Of course Doll anything for you" he says with a calm expression plastered on his face. "Come here I'm cold" You blurt out thinking clearly a shot or two is still left in you while you didn't hate what you said, it's just out of character for you to be so bold but Bucky didn't care he just got up and sat beside you putting his flesh arm on your far shoulder and pulled you in. "Don't know what I've done to deserve such a beautiful girl in my life" he says quietly while resting his head on yours as you just settle in his side, contently sipping your tea. "Bucky, you're such a kind and caring person, I mean look, you always take care of me and the other avengers. The winter soldier was one part of you but there are so many other beautiful parts to you" you say without a moment of hesitation because you know how much Bucky struggles with the thought of how much destruction he caused as the winter soldier but you've never cared you know that was a different part of him and with that fact it just makes Bucky love and appreciate you more. Only you and Steve know the enormous amount of trauma he carries and how much trust he needs to have with someone to just talk about it.

He mumbles something incoherent in reply and finally gives himself into his love for you and presses multiple soft kisses from your hairline down to your lips, he didn't care anymore he needed to truely show his love for you and something in his mind clicked that made him give in to you. Luckily for him you match his energy and press a kiss back onto him and rest your forehead against yours "I meant what I said last night, all I want is you" you whisper and grin ear to ear after seeing him blush and smile so wide you weren't even sure if this was Bucky anymore. " I love you more than you could ever know Y/N" he says while gazing into your eyes and pulling you down with him as he lays on his back as you're nuzzled into his side, head resting under his chin. "I love you more Barnes" you laugh and kiss him again then rest your head down just as your headache makes itself known again. You fall asleep within seconds of resting your head back down while Bucky strokes your hair in awe that you trust him to even just fall asleep on him while the biggest smile he's ever had sits on his face and for once he's glad its there.

A/N:I need him biblically oh my god, I hope you all enjoyed because I loved writing this! My writing will hopefully improve guys like I've said writing fanfic is a style of writing that I've never done so please bare with me!

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prepare yourself

avenger!peter parker x avenger! reader

summary: peter loses you on a mission, and it's worse than he could've imagined

wc: 3.5k

cw: body gore! mdni! i wanted to experiment with writing body horror, so it gets very graphic when detailing injuries/mutilation. there's no description of the actual events happening, just a lot of wording around the body designed to hopefully make you feel a bit squeamish!

if anyone wants, i'd love to do a part two with the medical-side juxtaposition as well, and give a sweet lil peter ending to turn this angst into fluff

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peter shot one last web towards the wall, concluding his mural of men webbed along the hallway outside the security room. he gave himself a proud smile, admiring his work.

"you're telling me these guys are hydra? for a decades-long terrorist organization, they sure don't know how to train their front line very well."

you snickered beside him, sliding another bloodied man along the tiled floor to where you'd piled the others.

"i don't get why tony has us on security watch, this is light work. why even have me train under nat if i can't use my skills in practice? i wanna get my hands dirty, i wanna know what they aren't telling us." you kicked the foot of the man below you, turning to peter and giving him a frown. he offered you a knowing smile in return.

"yeah, i get what you mean. come on, lets just get in there and disable the security measures. then we can go back to the jet and try that chocolate i bought at the sokovian 7-eleven."

you grinned at him, heart swelling at the thought of some alone time with peter before the rest of the team was done.

"alright. you head in, i'm going to do one more sweep of the first floor while you're in there."

peter felt his senses go off for a second, a weird feeling in his chest. "i don't know, maybe we shouldn't split up."

you gave him a look. "what, you don't think i can handle myself? come on, you know we've cleared this floor already. plus, you've got like, three buttons to hit and we're home free, it won't be that long."

"yeah, but—"

"but nothing, spidey. come on, work your tech magic and meet me out here."

he let out a breath, shaking off whatever bad feeling was sitting in his stomach. "yeah, you're probably right. one sec,"

peter ducked into the security room, a dissonant beep ringing through the air as he held the keycard to the lock. the light flashed green and let him in. he laughed, "thanks bad guys!"

he heard you chuckle from down the hall as he made his way into the room, a smile on his face. he would never admit it to you, but he liked that you two were handed the short stick on missions. you were in and out, leaving time alone before the rest of the team came back, and he relished those moments more than any chance of glory.

he reached the switchboard, glancing at the monitors as he saw the rest of the team on the cameras making their rounds on various floors. "god we're so badass."

(y/n) was right: it was a matter of exactly three commands before he had the systems disabled. he heard tony through his comms,

"thanks, kid. now, do us all a favor and get yourself to the jet. this shouldn't take long."

peter smiled to himself, a feeling of accomplishment coursing through him. did he press literally there buttons? yes. but he pressed three buttons as an avenger. man, that would never grow old.

he heard commotion from down the hall and called out towards you. "alright (y/n), we've had our fun. stop messing with them and let's fuck up some chocolate, shall we?"

he was met with silence, his chest feeling tight again. "(y/n)?"

he took one step out of the room before his head was met with a metal fist, the CRACK of his own skull ringing through his ears before he lost consciousness.

tony jerked back as his hand repulsor let out a blast, sending the guy on steve's back to the ground with a heavy thud.

"mr. stark, both peter and (y/n) have gone unconscious." FRIDAY echoed through the suit. his blood ran cold.

"what?"

"both of them are in the building and their vitals are stable, however, they've both just lost consciousness within one minute of each other."

he felt his breathing pick up, his heartbeat commanding in his chest. he looked to steve and nat. "you guys good?"

nat threw a nasty headbutt, sending the agent in front of her collapsing to the ground. "go, tony."

he flew out without another word.

"FRIDAY, get me their most recent location."

"head to the security room, sir. take a left now."

tony reached the room in a matter of a minute, missiles out and on guard. he announced himself before storming the room, standing down once met with peter on the ground, no one else around him. he rushed out of his suit and to his side, shaking the boy relentlessly.

"kid, come on. wake up."

a few more desperate shakes and peter was gasping for air, fists flying and ready to fight.

"woah woah woah, hey— you're alright, you're okay. same sides, just me."

peter stalled his movements, taking a deep breath and allowing himself to grab ahold of his surroundings. he sat up slowly before immediately regretting it. man, did his head hurt.

"kid, you alright? you're bleeding. take of the mask, i need to see it." tony reached towards him, only to be swatted at.

"mr. stark, someone'll see!"

"kid, the floor is clear. i'm pretty sure you're responsible for that. jesus, how hard did you hit your head?" he pressed the spider emblem on peter's chest, revealing his blood-stained curls.

"pete, what the hell happened? for fucks sake, we need to get you out of here. FRIDAY, admister morphine."

"what? no, mr. stark don't— OW! mr. stark, what the hell??"

"kid, you're going to thank me in ten minutes. where's (y/n)?"

peter felt his mouth go dry. "w-what do you mean 'where's (y/n)''?"

tony's face fell. "shit. okay kid, let's get you to the jet. sam?" he called into his comms.

"yeah tony, what's up?"

"get down here, i need you to get eyes on (y/n)."

peter shot up instantly, his mask climbing back up his face. "no, mr. stark, really. i'm fine. i can feel it healing already, honest. i have to find (y/n)."

"we aren't having a discussion on this."

"you're right, we're not."

peter took off, flying down the hallway and out of sight before tony could even get back in his suit.

"karen, show me heat signatures."

the team searched for a while, leaving no one in their way untouched. the fight to find you was growing tireless, and the more time that passed without a trace of you led to more panic spreading amongst the team — peter worst of all.

he'd grown feral in his search for you, bloodying any body he encountered.

"kid, we should head back to the jet. we need to gameplan this." tony rang through his suit.

"no. mr stark, her tracker is still in the compound and she's close enough to read vitals on."

"pete, we—"

"she's in pain, mr. stark. i'm not leaving this building without her."

peter continued to search for hours, detailing every single room in the building. he spent the most time in the room your tracker had led him to, but helpless as he couldn't find you anywhere nearby. he had screamed your name for the majority of the search, his throat raw as his own healing couldn't even keep up with his efforts. he felt the blood warm on the back of his throat, accompanying the warm flood of tears down his cheeks.

"this is all my fault." he let out a horse whimper, bouncing his head up against the brick wall in front of him.

he felt hopeless. he felt like the world was crashing around him, a wretched feeling in his chest ripping him apart from the inside. this was all his fault, he didn't—

the bricks against his forehead ground against one another before shifting backwards, causing peter to jerk his head up. he stared wide eyed to a portion of the wall having fallen back as though on hinges, a long hallway now standing in front of him.

"a secret door. you're kidding." he breathed to himself. "mr. stark?"

"yeah, kid?" tony rang through.

"i found a door hidden in the wall right where (y/n)'s location is. i'm going in."

"i'll be there in 30 seconds."

peter sighed to himself before stepping his foot over the threshold and down the concrete-lined hallway.

"this would've been way cooler 5 hours ago."

tony landed in the room, eyes on the hole in the wall as he made his way down. he spotted peter ahead of him, not quite to the room at the other end.

"mr. stark, i have (y/n)'s heat signature in the room about twenty yards ahead. she's alive, but her vital signs are unstable. i'll prepare the jet for medical intervention." FRIDAY alerted.

tony gave a deep sigh as he approached peter, a hand falling on his chest and preventing him from walking any further.

"mr. stark, what are you— we have to go, sir!"

"kid, just wait a second. i need you to be prepared for anything, okay? they had (y/n) for almost five hours, and you know what we came here for originally. just, prepare yourself."

peter scowled, a look of of uncertainty overtaking his features as though he was at war with himself. he met tony's gaze. "this is all my fault."

"hey, pete. you know that's not true. you're lucky we aren't finding you in this room too."

peter took a shakey inhale, turning back to the opening of the cold room before them. "i'll feel lucky when i have her out of here."

and with that, peter ran. he navigated the room, desperately following your heat signature as tony focused on the agents and scientists in the room. he hoped peter was entirely focused on getting to you because he sure as hell wasn't following the "no-kill" rule this time around.

with everyone else taken care of, peter ran to the other end of the room where karen had traced you. and while tony had done his best, there was nothing peter could've done to prepare himself for what he saw.

you were on the concrete floor, clothes ripped and shivering from the frigid temperature of the room. your eyes were closed as you flinched from the noises around you, but it wasn't your demeanor that stopped him dead in his tracks.

there you laid, at complete mercy of those around you. thick tubes entered your body through your arms and chest, a viscous, black sludge coursing into you. it leaked out around the edges, your torn skin wet from not only the liquid but from the amount of blood lost as well.

the tubes protruded two from each forearm and one on either side of your collarbones, each breath stretching the skin around them and causing more tearing on your chest. peter could see the outline of the tubing in your arms, your skin bulging as the tubes fished themselves up to your biceps. the sight made him lightheaded, beginning to panic as he fought to believe what his eyes were showing him.

the scent of everything brought tears to his eyes, a sickly sweet smell in the air as your body fought hard to reject everything that was happening. it was foul, a putrid scent similar to that of rotten fruit flooding his nose and raising bile in his throat. had it been from the stench alone, peter would've thought you'd been dead for hours.

he took a step closer to you and there was a crunch underneath his right foot. he lifted it and looked down, confusion coating his features. and then, there was nothing but terror.

he leaned down to pick up a tooth, skimming the area to notice another few molars scattered around your limp body. his eyes met with the bloodied pair of pillars on the ground, giving new and nightmarish reasoning to your blood-soaked mouth. peter looked back up to you and felt his knees give out.

he crawled closer, not daring to touch you to make anything worse. now, he got a better look at your face, and he almost wished he hadn't.

blood pooled down your chin and dripped onto your chest, notably from the missing teeth and whatever else they'd done to you that peter couldn't see evidence of. you let out a cough, but it came out more as a gag, blood filling your mouth at a higher rate than your body could handle. you choked, new waves of red liquid spilling from your lips and splattering across your torso as you fought to breathe.

somehow it wasn't your mouth that made peter feel faint, however. it was your eyes.

your eyelids had been crudely sewn shut, crusted over and bloody. your soft lids were torn to shreds, the flesh ripped raw — no doubt from unconscious efforts to open your eyes.

you let out a ragged breath. "hello? w-who's there?"

peter watched your eyes move underneath the lids frantically, the movement only proving his assumption correct as he watched the skin pull against the thread, flesh tearing apart at the struggle.

"hey hey hey, stop moving, please. calm down, it's just me. it's peter,"

he couldn't help the quiver in his voice, his body betraying him as tears flooded down his cheeks under the mask.

"i'm going to get you out of here, okay? i-i just need you to trust me, okay? i'm gonna get you out of here, i promise."

you nodded, the minimal movement enough to elicit a sharp cry from deep in your throat. peter winced, placing a hand on your head and running his fingers through your hair, careful not to get too close to your eyes.

"pete, i-i, please, i don't..."

karen's voice pierced through his mask, drowing out your pleas. "peter, we're losing her. you need to get her to the jet immediately."

he couldn't breathe. his vision was going dark around the edges, panic overtaking him as his eyes racked over your body, desperately hoping this was all just a horrible nightmare. at some point, the rest of the team had joined in on the fight, the sounds of gunshots and violence fading to the background as a ringing pierced his ears. he didn't know what to do, he didn't—

"p-peter? are you still there?" your trembling voice drew him out of his haze. he watched again as you fought to open your eyes, face controting in pain as you pulled against the thread. he grabbed your hand in his, giving it the faintest squeeze.

"hey, hey i'm sorry, i'm right here. please stop moving your eyes, try to relax them for me. i'm so sorry, (y/n), i'm so sorry." the last part a whisper.

you turned your head towards his voice, tears slipping through the loops in the thread. it rewet the blood crusted around your eyes, the tears running down your cheeks a pinkish-red.

"they told me i saw too much."

peter felt his stomach turn at your words, intrusive thoughts of them holding you down and stitching your eyes shut plaguing his mind.

"i'm so sorry, i...

"peter, you need to act quickly. start by removing the tubes from her arms." karen rang through his suit again.

he shook off the thought, bringing his attention back to you. "i need to get these tubes out, okay?"

you choked out an "okay", more blood spilling from your lips as you spoke.

"don't talk, okay? i'm going to get you out of here. just stay awake for me, please. i'm just gonna..." he placed his hand on one of the tubes, nauseous at their size in his hand.

he held tight, the movement alone from his grasp being enough to earn a whine from you, incoherent pleas to stop escaping your lips.

he felt panic bubble in his throat again. "karen, please. how do i do this, i... i don't... i don't know what i'm doing."

"it doesn't seem as though the tubes in her arms are intertwined with anything. the best course of action may be to pull as quickly as possible,"

peter could taste the bile in the back of his mouth.

"the tubing is about two feet long, peter. you're going to want to pull quickly and pull a lot further out than you think."

he took a deep breath, summoning all the willpower he had left. "okay, i'm going to take these out, alright? i need you to brave for me, this isn't going to feel great."

you choked out another "okay" as peter tightened his grasp on the tubing. he gave himself a mental countdown, closing his eyes and pulling as hard and as quickly as he could.

the sounds that filled his ears made him wish to never hear again. you let out a blood-curdling scream that forced an echo through the concrete room, the rasp in your voice telling peter you'd been crying out like this for hours. it broke his heart to hear you in so much pain, but somehow your deafening anguish wasn't the worst part.

he could hear as the tubing left your body. the squelching noises of the plastic running through your flesh burned to his memory, one he knew would haunt him at night. you let out another roar as the tubing left your body and peter opened his eyes, immediately looking at the now-open wound in your forearm. he no longer had to worry about the noises haunting him.

the tubing had left a gaping hole in your arm, a dark red mixture of various liquids splattering out of you. he was quick to throw a web on it, stopping the flow for now. he looked at you, tears blurring his vision.

"i'm sorry," he cried, out, nearly choking on his own sobs. "i need to keep going, i'm so sorry."

he grabbed the next one, wasting no time pulling as hard as he could. this time, however, he made the mistake of keeping his eyes open. he watched as the tubing moved from under your skin as though a snake was slithering inside of you, the bulging in your arms pulsing and raising as peter moved. the tubing hit the ground with a thud, and the next thing you could hear was peter dry heaving.

he continued with the other arm, apologies on his lips as though he was pleading for his own life. they were drowned out by your screams, the rasp in your tone growing stronger each time as you lost your ability to speak. you could feel your throat ripping apart as you cried, even more blood running down to your stomach than before. you heard the sounds of peter's webshooters and felt two more cool sensations on your left arm.

"okay, we just need to get the ones in your chest, okay? we're almost done, (y/n), i promise,"

he took a step back to examine the two tubes left before a voice cut through his ears.

"peter, you can't pull on these two, they're too close to her heart. you're going to need to sever them and leave them in so they can be taken out surgically."

the thought brought another gag to his throat. he nodded silently, reaching down to the boot on your left foot where he knew you always had a back up dagger hidden. he let out a sigh of relief as he felt the metal against his masked fingers, pulling out the knife and bringing it towards your chest. he noticed as your ragged breathing picked up.

"peter? w-what are you doing with that? what's going on, please?"

"it's okay. i have to leave these ones in here, okay? i'm going to cut them and then we're going to go," he held a firm hand on one of the tubes.

"you're going to feel some pressure, okay? you're going to feel me cutting it, and it's going—"

"—peter, she's losing consciousness. you need to make the cuts now."

"okay! okay, i— fuck, okay."

peter began to saw at the tubing, the back-and-forth movement ripping at the skin around the edges. it pulled, blood and dark liquid splashing out on your bare clavicle and turning everything he saw red. he braced for your scream, but felt even more panicked when he didn't hear one.

"hey hey, hey please no. please, stay with me, please i'm trying. just please stay alive."

he finished off the final tube, again using his webbing to seal the open ends and prevent anything else from going in (or coming out). he wrapped his arms around your limp frame, beginning to lift you. his whole body shook, the weight of the situation sitting on him like nothing he'd ever felt before. he let out a cry that hurt his chest, using everything he had left to get back to his feet.

he had you. he had you, and everything was going to be fine, he just needed to—

"kid, grab on!" tony yelled as he flew past, signaling peter to web himself onto his suit. he did so, holding you tight in his arms as tony flew them outside and towards the jet.

they landed outside, his arms shaking violently as he rushed you over to bruce who was waiting at the glider entrance.

"please, help her. please, you have to help her."

[thezombieprostitute]

Tech Tuesday: Syverson

Summary: Syverson suggests a walk after getting some bad news.

Warnings: Anxiety, Pregnancy talk, Stranger danger. Please let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Established relationship. Reader is plus sized female. No other descriptors used.

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Another negative pregnancy test, another round of hearing your mother's voice telling you your only worth as a woman is having kids. Another memory of your grandmother teaching you that women are either good wives or whores and only good wives have any kind of financial security in this world.

The only reason you were allowed to go to college was because the women of your family expected you to find yourself an educated husband with good prospects. A good man who didn't need the army to pay for his college. Really anyone who wasn't Sy.

Despite you knowing Syverson was a good man, your family didn't like him. You're certain it's because he stood up for you. Even as kids, going into elementary school, he had your back, protecting you from bullies. Whenever your family was hard on you, yelling at you for being too thin-skinned he shot right back at them.

You know, with every fiber of your being, that Sy doesn't think any less of you. That he'd never leave you because of fertility issues. But there'll always be part of you that's certain your inability to get pregnant makes you less than. Makes you not a "real" woman.

When Sy gets home you don't even have to say anything. He can tell from your demeanor, and Lily's closeness, what's happened. He walks over and wraps you up in the gentlest of hugs. Normally, when he gets home, you love his big, energetic bear hugs but today you need this.

He moves you both to the couch and maneuvers you so you're sitting in his lap. His large hands gently rub you while he kisses the top of your head. As ever, he's your anchor preventing you from going too far adrift. Your haven keeping you from getting blown away by the storms raging in your mind.

"I love you, Sy."

"I love you too, Darlin'. Every damn day."

That warrants a half smile from you. When Sy first told you he loved you it struck a nerve, and not in a good way. Your family always said they loved you, but you knew better. The words were empty for you.

Syverson knew your family didn't care for cussing so he decided to differentiate his "I love you" from theirs by always adding a curse word. You've since gotten better about those three little words but Sy would still cuss sometimes to remind you that he meant it.

"I didn't have the energy for making dinner," you confess.

"That's alright," he's quick to reassure. "You wanna order delivery? Oh, how about we do a food court night?"

"That sounds perfect," you smile.

"Then let's start orderin' and get our asses in the truck!"

Food court night was when you and Syverson would drive around, visiting multiple restaurants. You'd get a little something from each place until you'd gathered a smorgasbord of food to take back home to share.

It was also a nice, safe way to get some time out of the apartment. You could stay in the truck with Lily while Sy went in and picked up the food. On your good days you'd go inside yourself to get the goods, beaming as Sy looked so proud of you. On your bad days, he'd be going out and about by himself.

In between restaurants, the two of you start singing together to the radio, laughing when Lily tries to join in. The twilight sky is so pretty. By the time Sy's getting the last bit of dinner, you're smiling, laughing and feeling much better.

Looking into the restaurant your heartstrings tug at the sight of a small family eating together. You want that happiness. Sy deserves that happiness. You want to be the one to give him that.

You'd promised each other, even before he joined the military, that you'd have your own kids and raise them better than the two of you had been. That your kids would always know they were loved, wanted, and enough on their own. That you'd break the cycle.

But you can't do that if you can't have kids.

When Syverson gets back in the truck his smile drops a little a he registers your change in mood. Following your gaze, he sees the little family and understands. His hand goes to your chin and he gently guides your face towards his.

"I know there ain't much I can that ain't already been said. You know I love ya, regardless. You know we got options, including adoption. I'm not gonna ask ya to not be sad. I'm just gonna keep telling you that I fucking love you and you're the best thing to ever happen to a fella like me."

"Thanks, Love. I needed that." You give him a an appreciative kiss. "Now let's get home before Lily starts eating up all the food."

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If only you knew

"How have you been?"

"Don't ask dumb questions Yunho, I text you like every day."

"Yeah which is unusual. Are things that bad between you two?"

"I wouldn't say bad, more like awkward. I think he thinks I don't remember what happened last week. Since I was a little under the influence."

"And you didn't tell him that you remember?!"

"He seems so nervous around me, I can't seem to find the right timing. Every time I try to bring it up I look him in the eyes and he looks so.... I can't even describe it."

"He's probably scared to lose you, so he would rather die than bring it up. It's gonna have to be you."

You looked at Yunho with a certain glint in your eyes and immediately he knew what you were thinking.

"No, you guys are grown ups, I'm staying out of this."

"Fiiiiiine ugh. I'll tell you how it goes."

It was currentely 9:00pm, Wooyoung wasn't home so you had dinner by yourself. The unusual emptiness gave you time to think, even if that was the last thing you wanted to do. Washing the dishes normally is fun, one washes the other one dries, the kitchen is full of laughter and time goes by very fast. Not being as close to Wooyoung was slowly affecting you. And it was for sure affecting him too.

The reason why he wasn't home was because he was having a very serious talk with Seonghwa and San about this entire ordeal. Both boys did their best to try to comfort and advise Woo but ultimately, it was up to him. To you both.

Even if you asked everyone you knew for opinions this is only getting fixed if both of you are willing to do so. All the fear and worries have to be put aside.

So you sat down on the couch waiting for your roomie to comeback home, you put on the show you watch together and order his favourite snacks. You're trying to win him back, even if you didn't actually lose him, it felt like it and it was eating you from the inside out.

Time was passing frustratingly slow, and your thoughts were getting to you. You pulled a blanket on top of you and watched the TV as your eyes welled up with tears. Was he really that mad at you that he wasn't comin home ?

Grabbing your phone you decide to call San.

"Y/n is everything okay?"

You held back your tears as best you could, you didn't want anyone knowing you were actually falling apart at the absence of Wooyoung.

"Yeah I just wanted to ask if Wooyong is still with you, he hasn't said anything and it's getting late..."

"Don't worry, he just left so he shouldn't take long!", he said while kicking Wooyoung off the bed.

As they were silent fighting you made peace with the situation, tonight wasn't the right time yet again. You thanked San and said your goodbyes, settling back down on the couch.

Somehow wearing one of is sweaters was the worse decision you've made today. You thought it would bring you some kind of inner peace to have 'him' with you, but the outcome showed otherwise.

Wooyoung decided to walk home, despite the weather forecast advising everyone to stay inside due to heavy rains, he didn't listen. He needed the cold breeze to knock some sense into him, the water to wash away all his cowardly behaviour. He couldn't stand what he was doing to himself, agonizingly torturing himself. But as long as it wasn't affecting you, if you continued your day to day life not suffering then he would gladly carry all the pain by himself.

But reality is never kind to the ones who deserve it, and he found out the hard way.

Stepping inside your shared apartment, he came across the saddest realisation he had in a while. Not only was he a coward but also selfish. The view of the TV, playing what seemed like ending credits, as the only light source in the room, while you layed on the couch wearing his favourite hoodie. Hesitantly he made his way to you, thinking you were still awake. He noticed the convinience store bag untouched with all his usual picks for movie nights. The more he saw the more it hurt. He kneeled down, carefully, infront of you trying to read what was on your ind right before you drifted to wonderland. Or so he hoped.

Your puffy face and wet sleeves told him everything he needed to know. He blames himself, he knows he did this to you and he has to fix it or he won't be able to live with the guilt. He picked you up bridal style, doing his best not to disturb the little peace you've managed to find.

Settling you on his bed, he layed down next to you, admiring you, thinking about all the times you've made him laugh, all the bickering and how that made you inseparable. He wasn't ready to say goodbye to the best thing that happened to him. He caressed your cheek. The icy touch of his hand causing an almost chemical reaction with your burning hot skin. He didn't feel worthy of you as much as he wants to fight that feeling his brain is playing tricks on him.

Tears started rolling down his face. He closed his eyes trying to clear his head, convincing himself all was gonna be okay. But what really made it all go away was your hand wiping his tears. You sat up pulling him to your chest, playing with his hair just like moms do when their kid cries. He sobbed more knowing you were and will always be here for him. Your heart showed no indifference towards your wounded lover, it was aching at every hiccup.

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It's Not So Bad, Is It? | i

business heir!Zhong Chenle x business heir!fem!reader

Genre: arranged marriage au, angst, fluff, eventual smut, non-idol au, series

Word Count: 1.8k words

Description: Who knew being stuck in an arranged marriage would get you here, with Zhong Chenle? It's not so bad, is it? It could always be worse. But with Chenle- it felt like hell.

Warnings: angst (with a good ending), neglect from family, reader and chenle are both emotionally unavailable freaks, swearing, smut, yearning, slow burn,

A/n: this is my first ACTUAL longass fic that isn't a text fic so like.. lmk how I did! no one requested this, this is purely me wanting a chenle arranged marriage fic bc i've read like five and i want more of them so like.. i'm making them. i'll be turning this into a series eventually! i just wanted to get this out of my drafts bc it's been sitting here for so long.

Being stuck in your family's business ventures has never been something you enjoyed, but something you merely endured. Growing up wealthy wasn't the worst, but dealing with your family from a business standpoint and never from a familial standpoint always got the best of you. It felt as though you were just another business ploy. Being the eldest meant you were always in the spotlight as well, while your younger siblings got the chance to be normal people. Something you never got to do. Will that ever get to change?

"What's this meeting for today? It wasn't even on my schedule until this morning," you ask, looking towards your cousin and CFO, Huang Renjun.

"I'm not too sure. I just know your parents planned it, there's no description of what it's about. It's not even listed as an emergency or anything," Renjun sighs, looking down at the calendar on his work phone.

"Maybe it's about your placement to become CEO of the company? I mean- your parents are getting a little old.." Renjun questioned.

"I feel like they would've mentioned that to one of us- and they're not that old Renjun." you chuckled, still feeling confused about the random meeting you were about to go into.

The two of you walked up to the company elevators before getting inside. Renjun pressed the right floor number to head up to the meeting rooms. As you both waited for the elevator to move you felt a pang of anxiety in your chest about the meeting.

"Do you think they'd fire me? What if I've done something wrong?" You ask, feeling a bit panicked.

"Y/n. What? Why would your parents fire the COO of their company who also happens to be their daughter?" Renjun looked to you, baffled by your question.

"I mean honestly, you run this company better than your parents anyways. They don't have a reason to fire you, so stop your panicking before it even starts, we don't have time for that." Renjun states.

"Right. You're right, Junnie. I don't know why I was worried." You say, realizing the thought was dense to begin with.

The elevator lightly pinged before opening up the doors and leading you two out into the hallway. You and Renjun made your way to the last conference room on the left and walked inside. As you sauntered into the meeting, you were met with the familiar faces of your parents, and three people you didn't entirely recognize. An older woman and a man, and another man, who looked to be your age. Your father quickly stood up, introducing you to the others in the room.

"Ah, finally! This is my daughter, Huang Y/n, my wonderful COO, and her secretary- and CFO, Huang Renjun, my nephew." Your father announced.

The rest of the room stood and held their hands out to you for them to shake. You shook the woman's hand first, as she introduced herself to you. "I'm Mrs Zhong, and this is my husband, Mr Zhong. I'm sure you recognize our names."

You nodded, going to shake Mr Zhong's hand aswell. "You're the CEOS of Zhong Inc, correct?"

The woman smiled, "Yes we are. and this is my son, Chenle, he's our company's CFO, and soon to be heir for our CEO position once we retire."

You turned to Chenle, going to shake his hand and he shook yours in return, although he didn't speak to you. You had heard about the Zhongs business for a long time, their company rivaling yours for generations. You were bound to meet eventually. Your father motioned for everyone to be seated so the meeting could begin. Renjun sat down next to you as you both exchanged a confused look, still unaware of the meeting's topic. Your father glanced to you before speaking again.

"Y/n, I'm sure you're wondering why I've called this meeting today, especially with no warning." Your father spoke.

"I'm guessing we're here to discuss business, no?" I quipped jokingly, still unsure of what was going on.

"Well, obviously. But it's probably not the type of business you're expecting." Your father fiddled with the wedding ring on his finger as he glanced between you and to the Zhong's.

"We've been competitors with the Zhong's for generations, you know this. And we've finally come to an agreement to join companies." Your father paused.

"And sweetheart, we know you've been waiting to become CEO for the longest time, and you've worked hard for it." Your mother chimed in.

You felt your skin crawl anxiously as you feared the direction this conversation was taking. You looked between your parents.

"What are you two implying?" You ask, on edge.

"We've arranged for you- as our heir- and Chenle- as their heir- to be wedded. That's how we've decided to affiliate our companies." Your father declared.

You felt your heart drop in your chest as your father finished speaking.

An arranged marriage?

"No. Absolutely not. Get one of my sister's to do it, I can't just marry someone!" You exclaimed, exasperated.

"I'm afraid you don't get a choice in this, my dear. Keep in mind, my son doesn't have a choice in this either. This is all for business." Mrs. Zhong spoke up.

You glanced to Chenle, seeing how the tight-lipped expression on his face remained cold. No wonder he didn't speak to you when you shook his hand. You looked to Renjun, as he shared your shocked expression.

"Is there any other way for our companies to merge?" You pleaded.

"This is the best way for our companies to merge, and it's the easiest way to win over the public. Plus this is the only way we'll grant you the position of CEO, Y/n. This is what you wanted, sweetheart. You know everything comes at a price, even this position." Your father conceded.

"How could you just agree to this? Father-" You asserted, feeling betrayed.

"This is simply how we've decided this company merger will go. I'm sorry you don't agree with it, but you know this is how business is."

"I mean, this is bullshit, Renjun! How am I supposed to do anything if I'm married? I don't even know Chenle!" You shouted angrily, sipping on a glass of wine.

Renjun slouched on his couch as you paced around his kitchen angrily, steam practically flowing off of you. "I don't know, Y/n. There's obviously no way out of this either, your father already said that. Maybe Chenle won't be so bad. Plus at the end of the day you'll finally be CEO and I'll take over your position. With how much time you'll be spending at the company you would barely have to deal with Chenle, anyways."

"I know I'd be too busy to interact with Chenle except when it comes to business. But it's the concept of it all! Do my parents really just see me as an asset to get more money? I mean- they never treat any of my siblings this way." You sighed, feeling deflated.

"You and I both know the answer to that question, unfortunately." Renjun ran his hand through his hair as he glanced to you apologetically.

"This definitely won't be easy for you, but you won't be alone. I'm your family and your secretary, I'll always be here to support you." Renjun stood and walked to you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"And we can plan a wedding! Wouldn't that be fun? We used to dream of doing that as children, remember?" Renjun quipped, trying to lighten the mood.

"I always hoped when we were planning a wedding it'd be when I'm marrying someone I love." You cried.

Renjun sighed as he pulled you into a hug as you started to cry more, the overwhelming day finally taking over you.

As the day of your wedding finally came you could feel yourself becoming colder towards the world, feeling as if your life was hardly yours. You had a few meetings previously with your parents trying to force you and Chenle to get to know each other before the wedding came. When it came to you and Chenle, it felt like the two of you had hit a stalemate. Neither of you wanting to know the other and only wanting to get it all over with.

Your father finally walked you up the aisle and led you to Chenle. Although the occasion wasn't ideal, Renjun really had planned the hell out of your wedding. It wasn't likely you'd be able to have a real wedding, but Renjun made sure the wedding was everything you wanted, even if you didn't get the love you wanted in the end. You and Chenle quickly exchanged your mock-up vows between the two of you. You both tried your best to look happy, as cameras and eyes were everywhere. Rings were exchanged between you as the officiant finished speaking.

"I pronounce you, husband and wife, Mr. and Mrs. Zhong. You may kiss the bride." The officiant smiled.

You and Chenle shared a chaste kiss, the only kiss the two of you would likely ever share. You felt disgusted, as did he, neither of you wanting to endure this wedding longer than you had to. You quickly separated, looking embarrassed, but played it off as feeling shy. The two of you making your way our of the wedding, walking down the aisle. You made eye contact with Renjun, as you both shared a sad, defeated look.

The rest of your reception went by in a blur, as you drowned it all out with multiple glasses of wine and soju, hardly speaking to Chenle the whole night, mainly conversing with your friends as Chenle did the same. As the night came to a close, you and Chenle got into your limousine, waving goodbye to your loved ones, as you traveled to your new shared home.

The ride was silent between the pair as the sequences of the night played over and over in their heads again. The realization finally dawned on the two of them. They were stuck together.

As the newlyweds finally put all of their belongings inside their new home the day had completely worn them out. You looked to Chenle, who looked too exhausted to keep up his cold demeanor.

"I'll sleep in the guest bedroom." You sighed, grabbing your things, ready to change out of your wedding attire.

Chenle nodded to you as you parted ways, settling into your new bedrooms. Once you got to your room you set down all of your items, quickly changing into your pajamas, feeling exhausted. As you lay down in your bed, you finally let yourself break. The tears immediately rushing down. You covered your mouth, trying to hide your cries as best as you could to avoid alerting Chenle.

All of this, just to become a CEO.

In the room next to yours, Chenle felt the same defeated emotions as you did. The both of you already feeling resentment towards each other, and your parents. It was the type resentment that grew like a disease.

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Wait! I have a request! Would thou spare a mere mortal a moment?? 😭🤚

So like, it’s canon that Keegan is quiet and reserved. And it’s very likely that Keegan has never had a proper romantic relationship, considering he was 16 during Operation Sand Viper. Which means he joined the military when he was like 14-15 something (I kinda hc that he came from a rough home, so he joined the army to get away from it, very similar to Simon “Ghost” Riley). Not to mention that their world is borderline apocalyptic after the ODIN strikes

We all know that, so! How would Keegan act if he fell in love with teammate!reader?? Like would he realize it immediately? Would it take a while for him to realize that this warm buzzing feeling is love? How would he act? What he be like when in love? And how would he act when he realizes that he actually is in love?

I shall spare you the rest of my life, anon. THIS is all I want for keegan. my baby with a knife :') hopefully you like it!! and yes all your ideas are canon idc

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PAIRING: Keegan Russ x F!teammate!Reader WARNINGS: mentions of blood, angsty but happy ending!! sad keegan backstory A/N: not sure how this is both fluff and angst guys but I love him

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Keegan considered himself to be an intelligent guy. He felt like the years he’d spent being hardened in the military, learning lessons the public wouldn’t give him an advantage. A different perspective on life and the decisions you make. He also just happened to think very highly of himself. He wouldn’t brag about himself. He just had self-confidence. 

Keegan knew he was good at his job. He took pride in that. 

So why was it then when you came around, his brain fell out of his skull? 

His shots were a little slower, his aim off by a few millimeters and sweat dripping from his brow. 

It was only you. His teammate, comrade, brother in war, co-worker even. Yet somehow, you had a sympathomimetic effect on him. 

His heart beat faster, pupils dilated, and skin flushed from the peripheral vasodilation of his arteries. He was glad he was dressed head to toe, with only his eyes peeking out from the rough fabric of his mask. That way, you didn’t see what a fool you made of him. 

He found it annoying, really. 

He never intended to fall in love, but he wasn’t opposed to the idea either. It was a concept that had existed in his mind,but something he never truly sought after. 

Then again, how could he when most of his life was in the Marines, and then half the population was wiped off the country? 

Keegan’s concerns lay elsewhere than finding a partner. 

When you joined the team, it became more… relevant to him. Again, there was no active pursuit of you. He spent most of his time shoving down the warm, buzzing feeling. Missions required precision, and he always delivered.

He wasn’t rude at all. In fact, you would say that Keegan was your favorite Ghost member. (You wouldn’t actually say it so you don’t offend the Walker brothers.) To you, he was the best companion to have when the world was falling apart. You can see the familiar glint of his scope on the building across from you. It’s unmoving, a steady gleam in your sight. 

“Any activity?” His voice crackles through your earpiece. 

“Negative,” You said with a sigh, eyes focused on the floors of the building ahead of you. He doesn’t say anything else. You know he won’t. That was Keegan. He was just quiet. A conversation with him required your prompting first. You don't mind. 

“You know what I miss?” You asked. 

He hums back in response, the hint of a questioning tone at the end of the tone. 

“The movies. The temporary escape from this shit reality.” 

“You got one in mind?” 

“Juno.” 

There’s a scoff. “Juno?” Keegan repeats, that light teasing tone you know means he’s smiling. 

“Have you seen it?”

“Negative. Educate me.” 

He wasn’t a flirt. Not really. He spends a few months getting to know you. What you like, what you don’t, your beliefs, your dreams. He does it unknowingly. Keegan was genuinely interested in everything about you. 

When you invited him into a conversation, he’d find a way to make it about you. Then, when he found himself in an old Blockbuster store, searching for a movie called Juno, it hit him. 

Keegan was in love with you. That was a fact. He would search old record stores for your favorite artist on vinyl, department stores for a sweater you’d love, and an old carnival for the biggest stuffed toy. All to see the smile on your face because he knew your real dream was beyond his powers. You wanted the world back to normal. A piece of chalk in your hand, drawing flowers on your parent's driveway in the middle of summer. A life that was never coming back to either of you. 

So he resorted to the small things.  

Then there was the constant fretting over you on missions. The hand on your waist as his cerulean eyes chased your body for any sign of damage. They’d trace back up to meet yours as you grabbed his arm, assuring him you were okay. 

Keegan knew it was obvious he was in love. If any consolation from Hesh or Merrick was enough. They would howl with laughter, claiming he might as well tattoo his love for you on his forehead. 

To which he replied, “You still wouldn’t see it.”

Truthfully, Keegan didn’t care about it being “obvious.” The only thing he cared about was you. A smile on your face, the warmth of your body, the chime of your laughter at something he said. 

So yeah, it was obvious he was in love. How could he not be? You were proof that maybe when everything is said and done, there was a future with the sun beating down on his back as he mowed the lawn. A cliche dream, but his, nonetheless. 

He’d finally tell you that when your hand didn’t grip his to tell him you were okay. Instead, it was soaked in bright red blood as you coughed more up.

He felt like a kid again, growing up in a home where he couldn’t do anything to help his parents. When he was forced to watch the love seep out of them. The fighting, screaming, missed baseball practices, and award shows. The neglect forced his older brother to leave him only in a broken house. 

Everything was falling apart, and he didn’t know what to do.

“Establish bilateral ACs, hang a liter of fluids…” The medics shout, scrambling over one another as Keegan stands there stupidly. 

As stupid as the first time he saw you. 

You reach for him, eyes wide and scared. And in a second, he’s there. He’s gripping your hand, barely registering the medic’s order to not disturb the IV. 

“I love you,” he says.

He watches the way your lips turn up, eyes crinkling. “Am I dreaming?” 

“No. I love you,” He repeats a little more forcefully. 

That damn smile, a spark still in your eyes as the monitor stops beeping. 

“BP coming up! 98/72.” 

“I love you too.” 

When you finally recover, Keegan’s sitting next to you in the med bay. He’s stripped of his mask, his uniform. He’snothing more than the boy who joined the military at 16. 

“Did we win?” You asked, turning to look at him. 

He brushes the tangled hair out of your face. “We won.” 

“Now what?” 

Keegan grins, grabbing something from his pocket. It blinks at you, twinkling under the fluorescent lights of the hospital room. 

“Do I even need to ask?” He teases lightly. 

You laugh, extending a hand to him as he slips the ring on. “You already know the answer.” 

“Will you marry me?” 

“Yes.” 

Your daughter tells you all the time his proposal was cheesy. Keegan just smiles, ruffling her hair as she pretends to drive the John Deere down the expanding green of your lawn. 

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A Thief and a Fish

Percy Jackson x Hermes!Reader

Summary: You and Percy are always at each other's throats. But maybe this time he's gone too far...

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: a little angst, but happy ending.

Part 1 - Part2

After being ignored by almost the entire camp, I only had the company of a few nymphs who were in a good spirit. Apart from that, he was completely alone. He knew he was to blame for this, but sometimes he got carried away and ended up overreacting. Like the time he got into a fight with a son of Ares for complimenting you. He swears it was because he was provoked, not because he was jealous. Never.

He hated to admit it, but he was worried about your absence. He knew you well enough despite all the fights to know that you didn't disappear unless you were EXTREMELY upset. Gods. even when you fought with Luke, you still sat at the table completely ignoring his existence, but you were still there. By the gods, he needed to fix the mess he'd made, and there was only one person he knew who would help him. Grover, his last hope.

As soon as he spotted the satyr, he ran towards him. Running over whoever was in his way. To his surprise, you were standing next to Grover. And as soon as you spotted him, you completely ignored him and took off in another direction. And he followed.

"WAIT! (Y/N)! PLEASE CAN WE TALK?" You grunted when you heard his voice again.

“Leave me alone, Jackson.” He ran faster this time, stopping in front of you, preventing you from passing him without facing him. He seemed nervous, while you did everything you could to escape the situation.

"Please... I swear that if you listen to me, I'll leave you alone! I'll never come after you again or complain about you again!" You looked at him in disbelief, but he seemed desperate enough to make you feel sorry for him and listen.

“Okay, you've got five minutes.” He cracked a huge smile, and before you could react, he pulled you running. Straight to Poseidon's cabin. Which, although you wouldn't admit it, made you nervous. Yes, you'd already broken in here several times, but it was different when Percy himself brought you there.

“You know it's forbidden for us to be alone in the cabin, right?” You saw him roll his eyes, but then he smiled at you. You felt butterflies in your stomach at the sight. He pulled you over to one of the beds, making you sit down and face each other. He looked extremely nervous, scratching the back of his neck thinking about what he should say.

“So...I, well...I'd like to apologize...for what I said to you before” He sighed deeply, looking away. "It's just that...I was so angry! You wouldn't stop with the pranks! And then I ended up freaking out because I didn't want you bothering me every day anymore! Because it was already unbearable, just thinking about you made me angry..."

With those last words from Percy, everything else he said fell on deaf ears. You felt the world spinning slower, you knew rejection was a bitch, but you didn't think it would be so hard. Maybe he didn't reject you directly, but those words certainly weren't from someone who would declare his love for you. Before Percy could continue whatever he was saying, you stood up and interrupted him.

"Don't... worry, I'll leave you alone from now on. I'll also tell Luke that we're fine now...don't worry." Before he could protest, you stormed out of the cottage. Percy was trying to understand what the hell had just happened, ugh. Damn.

Percy walked to the training arena deep in thought. Which, to say the least, would worry anyone in the camp if they knew he was trying to use his own head. Before he reached the arena, he heard someone shouting his name angrily, something he had gotten used to. As soon as he turned around, he was faced with a blonde with gray eyes, completely angry and apparently about to kill him.

"PERSEU JACKSON! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY TO MY SIBLING?!" Sibling? He had no idea who she was talking about, he had no recollection of speaking to any of Athena's children in the last few hours, the only one he had spoken to was-. Oh. Oh, she's talking about you.

"What are you talking about Annabeth? What have I supposedly done now?“ ”Supposedly? Supposedly?! You're an idiot! After telling my sister all that crap! You went after her and made things worse!" What?

"Argh! Honestly Percy, you're hopeless! And now Luke's even angrier! If you make it out of this camp alive by the end of the summer, I'll say it was a miracle of the gods!" What was she talking about?!

"ANNABETH! WHAT IN MY MOTHER'S NAME ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!“ ”The stupid, crude jab you gave her?! I mean... you're not obliged to do anything, but did you have to be so stupid with her? Really? Calling her insufferable and stuff?!"

Percy ran his hands through his hair, he was extremely frustrated and angry. How could he screw things up in such a short space of time? Even when he didn't do it on purpose?!!

"Annabeth look! This is a complete misunderstanding! I didn't mean anything by it! I was actually trying to explain to her what I was feeling and I ended up getting a bit wrapped up! And the next thing I knew, she was already gone-“

”By the gods, you're the stupidest demigod I've ever had the displeasure of meeting!" she said, already more annoyed than when she'd arrived.

Percy smiled that silly smile that irritated anyone who looked. Annabeth knew you'd kill her for what you were about to do, and that Luke would probably be angry. But she wanted to see you happy, so if she had to help Percy. She would.

"Okay, listen to me! There's no master plan to improve things between you...that's completely up to you. But what I can do is distract Luke so that you have time to talk to her." Percy's smile widened. “You're my savior Annie!” She rolled her eyes, just hoping that everything would work out. Or she'd be dead together with Percy by the end of the summer.

As soon as Percy finally entered Hermes' cabin, his eyes sought out your figure, hoping that you would listen to him once more. As soon as he saw you, he realized that you were busy, from what he saw, it was some stupid prank they were planning to play on the children of Ares.

“Hi! How are you?” You were shocked to hear Percy's voice, turning around quickly to find the boy smiling in your direction. “What are you doing here?” You said almost harshly, even though you couldn't be that way with Percy.

“Eh...after the disaster I caused...again, I thought I'd come and see you” You frowned, eyeing him suspiciously. “See me for what?”

“Well, after I ruined almost everything...I was thinking that maybe I didn't communicate with you properly...” He looked at you for any sign that you wanted him to stop, but there was none. You were completely focused on him, which made him nervous.

"You know, I've been thinking in my head recently...and I think that maybe I like you a bit...and I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me. But you don't have to accept, obviously! Surely after everything I've said you don't even want to look me in the face..." He ran a hand through his hair, trying to see if that would ease even a little of his nerves.

Before he even looked at you and said anything else stupid. He felt your lips touch his. At first he opened his eyes wide in disbelief, but then he returned the kiss by moving even closer to you, while holding onto your waist.

You two were so focused on this magical moment that you failed to notice an extremely angry Luke, a desperate Annabeth and the Stoll brothers laughing as they watched. As soon as you separated, Percy smiled at you. But before he could say anything, he was pulled away from you by Luke.

"Didn't I tell you to get out of here? Am I going to have to kick you out again?" Percy's eyes widened, if Luke hadn't killed him before, he certainly would now.

“Don't forget he kissed our sibling!” Connor said, making the situation worse, causing him to be slapped hard by Annabeth. Luke looked like he was about to kill him, and when he looked at you for help, he found you laughing. Urgh, you were impossible.

"Don't you want to kiss my sibling so badly? Well, don't worry, I'll make you kiss the floor until you're sick of it!“ ”Hey! That's not fair, you know you need two to kiss, right?“ ”I'm glad you agree! Now you're going to get beaten up for both of you!" Percy's eyes widened in despair, he knew Luke meant it.

In the end, he took a lot of beating from Luke. He managed to catch a break when he finally got distracted. But nothing else mattered now, because at the end of the day, he'd be kissing you at the deep sea while you both ran away from Luke.

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Chapter 2: Choosing Mr. Robinson

Summary: Melissa has to deal with the fact that you walked away because of her.

TW: Mentions of some religious guilt

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Determined to figure out what happened Melissa cornered Barb in her classroom while she was picking up to leave for the day, “Why she leave Abbott?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Barb said reaching for her purse.

“I heard yous talking about me yesterday,” Melissa said crossing her arms, “I'm a big girl just tell me what happened. Was it cause of me?”

Melissa thought she was prepared for the answer but when a curt yes came from her work wife she could feel her heart snapping into two. She should have opened that damn door. Should have told you how she felt but instead she had gone to him. Why had she gone to him? 

“Can you get out of the door and let me go home please? It has been a hard day,” Barbara said tears welling in her eyes again.

“Listen I know yous was close. She was like a daughter to ya. I just want to explain,” Melissa begged as her voice cracked on her last word, “Please.”

Barb sat on top of her desk and nodded at Melissa to start. She was too good of a person to not let her best friend explain herself. She could see how much it was tearing the red head apart.

“We were at the conference and I… I was so sick of looking at Y/N and wondering what if. What if just this once I did something that scared me. If I let myself feel these emotions I was suppressing. Let myself be loved” Melissa said her voice quavering, “So I kissed her. Right at the bar so maybe I could explain to myself when it didn't work it was because we had been drinking.”

Barbara tsked but Melissa continued, “I wasn't drunk. Not even close. I bought a drink sure but I didn't take a sip. I took her to my room and we had sex. She went to leave when we were done and I couldn't… i couldn't let her go. So she stayed. That next morning I watched her wake up and rationalized to myself that it would just be for the weekend and when we came back my little appetite for her would be Satisfied.”

“That sunday morning as she laid asleep in my arms I told her I loved her. She didn't hear me. I'm sure of it. But the admission scared the fuck out of me I ran out the room and never looked back,” Melissa said tears falling down her face but she made no effortt to wipe them away, “I grew up my whole life think I would go to hell for being gay.. that I was wrong.I looked down at the woman I loved and felt dirty.”

“Now wait a damn minute, that isn't true sweetheart. God loves all his children. There is nothing wrong with being gay, lesbian, transgender, nonbinary, anything,” Barbara soothed reaching out for Melissa.

This only made Melissa cried more as she hugged her friend, “Never thought yous say that stuff.”

Barbara’s tone got serious, “I may be religious but that doesn't mean I have to be a monster. People who don't believe in love and expression of individuality are scum of the earth. But sweetheart you really hurt Y/N with everything you did. Even if I told you where she was I don't know if you can fix this. You chose Captain Robinson.”

“What a choice that was he yelled at me for my black eye. Saying I should have waited for the police. That I shouldn't be carrrying around my bat. Like I need a man in my life to fix everything,” She said angrily, “I'm so stupid Barb.”

“Well you have never been one to take a man’s advice. So I don't think you should take his,” Barb soothed, “Now what are you going to do about this mess you got yourself in?

“I don't know,” Melissa responded crying again, “I don't have the slightest clue.”

Her work wife reached for hand and held it till Melissa had calmed again, “I believe in you dear. You will do what is right.”

As Barb finally left and Melissa was left picking up her classroom she didn't even know what the right thing was anymore. All the overthinking had a migraine forming and she sorted through her desk to find medicine when she found a purple sticky note. 

When Melissa had been given to classrooms for one year you had left her notes every morning in random spots giving her small inspirational quotes to help her through. Always with a purple sticky note and you never once revealed where you had put them. Melissa could have sworn she found them all and honestly had been a little sad when you had stopped writing them out for her. That had been shortly after she had ignored your time together at the conference so she added it to her list of failures as she read your words.

Melissa, I'm scared as hell to want you as much as I do. But I am here, wanting you anyways. And I know people are temporary but I hope every night that this will be permanent.

Wet circles formed on the small note as Melissa cried over it. The love of her life had wanted her as much as she had. Had begged her to stay. And Melissa had let them slip away. Pushed them towards the door. 

It was through these tears that Melissa had her idea. She was gonna show up. Anyway she could until she could prove that she wouldn't leave.. and right now the only way to do that was to send a text. Every day till she could find you. 

Before she could regret her decision she sent the first one: You could never be temporary in my life. I am sorry that I have hurt you. I will spend my life trying to make up for my mistake.

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Expectations. Jackie Taylor x female reader.

Title: Expectations

Synopsis: Jackie is dying to be chosen by you, but your expectation destroys her, especially because to her, you don’t have to meet any expectations to love you.

Warnings: Death, deception, drunkenness, swearing, jealousy.

A/N: I've never written anything so sad :(

Sometimes it was so obvious it hurt. Like that time she left me the last cookie at lunch, saying she wasn't into it anymore, when we all knew it was her favorite. Or when I'd get nervous before a test and she'd reach for my hand under the table, unnoticed, and intertwine our fingers for a second, as if that would convey her calmness to me.

"Are you going to be okay?" she'd whisper, unheard by the rest of us.

Even at practice, when everyone was talking among themselves, Jackie would stop to tie my shoelaces, crouching down, saying nothing, her fingers brushing my ankle longer than necessary. I'd look at her, and she wouldn't lift her head, but her cheeks would always flush a little.

And then there were the silences. The moments when no one said anything, but her eyes searched mine and she smiled at me, as if we shared something the rest couldn't see. As if the simple fact that I existed was enough for her.

We never talked about it. We were "best friends." That's how we introduced ourselves. That's how everyone else saw us.

Until that Fourth of July.

I don't know what I did that night, if it was the way I put my hair up, or the tight dress I wore at Randy's house. I just know that, from one moment to the next, Jackie had me against the door, blocking my escape. Her face was so close that for a second, I swear, I thought she was finally going to kiss me. As if everything I'd been keeping quiet would explode there.

But no. Jackie broke before then.

Her sobs broke through the noise of the party. So loud they pierced my ears more than the music.

"I thought you were going to kiss me," I said, almost without a voice. As if admitting it would cost me breath. She buried her face in my neck, clutching the loose ends of my dress, trembling. When she lifted her head, her eyes shone red, overflowing.

"I don't want you to suffer what I suffer," she whispered, a lump in her throat. "If something happens, and then... it's not what you want. If one day you realize this was just a moment and you leave me there..."

I felt a heavy emptiness in my stomach. I didn't know how to process it.

"I don't know if I'm an expectation or a reality for you," she continued, breathing heavily. "But I can't take you if you're going to forget me later. Because believe me, I'm... I'm fucking in love with you. And there's no going back."

"Jackie..."

"I know who I am. The good girl, the captain, the one who smiles beautifully and doesn't make waves. But you don't know how much it weighs on me to smile at everyone while you... while you're here and I can't touch you the way I want."

I wanted to give her a thousand reasons. I told her about her reputation, her parents, the coach. But she just clung to me tighter, breathing down my neck, never letting go.

"Every day it hurts more to hide this," she whispered. "Because you're always here. And everything would be so easy if you'd just look at me the way I want you to."

And it was she who kissed me.

Desperate. Clumsy. So full of need that it left me trembling.

⸻

"Love?" Her soft voice brought me out of my reverie.

"Hmm?"

"There's a party tonight..." Jackie moved her hand from my arm to my waist, seeking my attention. "I thought I'd go with you. We could, I don't know, hold hands. Not kiss each other, of course, but... something."

Her gaze flicked to the sheets and then to me, expectant. I choked a little.

"I don't think they'd notice if we arrived like this... I mean, you walk hand in hand with Shauna, don't you?"

Her face tensed instantly. Her eyebrows drew together, uncomfortable.

"Not really... no," she admitted, and I cursed silently.

"And with Van? Do you hold hands with her?" she persisted.

"When he's scared of walking next to Taissa... I think she likes it," I tried to joke. She didn't play along.

Jackie was adept at disguising her insecurities with wounded pride. But I'd seen her begging me to tell her it wasn't an expectation too many times, so that facade didn't hurt me, not like it did her.

⸻

The party was a disaster from the moment we walked in.

Jackie, clinging to me at first, stopped clinging to me in the middle of the night when Shauna leaned closer and whispered something in her ear. I saw the exact moment Jackie looked down and took a step back, as if something had been uprooted. When Shauna walked away, Jackie went straight for a drink. Then another. And another.

When we got to her house, she exploded.

"What was that?" she threw at me as soon as she closed the door.

"What?"

"You couldn't even look at me in there!”

"Jackie, this isn't the time..."

“You always say that! When is the time then? When I have to keep pretending you don't break me in two every time you ignore me?

I watched her pace back and forth, her face flushed, her eyes shining with rage and sadness.

"It's not that easy for me..."

“You have no idea how you make me feel. How I expect you to look at me the same way you look at everyone else. But you don't. You just leave me there, like we're nothing.”

I stayed silent. I couldn't tell her it wasn't true, because I didn't even know.

She sat up in her bed, head in her hands, breathing heavily.

"I don't know how to keep pretending. I'm getting tired of begging you to see me."

We remained silent for a long time. She ended up crying again, sitting on her bed, while I felt increasingly suffocated.

The next day, she showed up with a coffee, with that shy smile as if nothing had happened. Wanting to save something.

Did she love her? Was she using her? What were we?

I didn't know how to answer. I remained distant, trapped in my own mess.

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That night, the game.

I couldn't stand staying in the stands. I ran away. I was short of breath. I walked to the locker room, only to run into her, just before she walked onto the field.

She looked at me as if there was still hope. As if I could fix it.

"Jackie..." I said, my heart heavy. "I think I inadvertently turned you into an expectation. A fantasy. It wasn't fair."

She blinked, as if she didn't understand.

"Don't say that."

"I'm sorry. I swear I never meant for you to feel this way. But... I don't know if I'm capable of giving you what you need."

"Are you leaving me?" Her voice broke. Now? Here?

"I don't want to drag you down any longer. I don't want to lie to you."

I saw her face go from disbelief to denial to pure sadness.

"No, no. It can't be like this. You can't tell me this now. Not after everything. You can't!"

She bit her lip, and for a second I thought she was going to scream. But she didn't. She just looked at me with something that seemed to crumble inside, and without further ado, she ran off toward the field.

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She boarded that plane headed for the national flights. The plane that crashed.

I knew she died there.

And all my life I wondered what would have happened if I had taken her hand that night. If I had dared to stay.

All my life I regretted it.