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the-knaves-world · 2 years

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Hello Amy ☺️💞🌺

Thought it would be easier to answer here. I’m happy that you forgave me for the angst ☺️💕 and minqia sounds so heartbreaking 😭

And Omg yes, lilia and jareth, “time to steal the babe” freaking faes 😂🤣

Howl lilia would be so freaking hot, it wouldn’t be fair at all! Can you imagine that line? “That’s my girl” *faints*

I’m really happy you’re enjoying my recommendations 🥹☺️💕🌺 thank you for liking them 🌷🌻

Who are your other fave twst characters? Besides lilia?

Hope you have a good day/sleep 🌷🌻🌺

Hey Hana🪄💌!

I'm just picturing lilia in the fae realm in his uniform, having brought reader to the castle and the rose garden after having them find their way through the town and all of his favorite spots there!

Howl!Lilia as he holds them in the air and dances with them while they cling to him bc they're worried about falling. They should know by now that Lilia wouldn't let anything happen to his precious human that he waited so many centuries for, especially after going through all that hard work of pulling them from their world and into twisted wonderland.

The "That's my girl" line from Lilia would absolutely floor me, I'm telling ya hana, that man would use it on us just to be doin it! But that's one of the reasons we love the old bat sm, isn't it?

I always enjoy your recommendations hana! You have amazing taste I must say 🥴🥰

I love everyone tbh! The ones I simp for however are all aged up obviously bc, why college if no adult? But anyway, Jamil, love that sweet 'n' sneaky snake man, he needs love. Idia is one that grew on me after reading more into vignettes, he is now on of my top spot blorbos.

Malleus is a favorite and so is leona! That is an interesting thought tho, given that they clash sm.

(Fun(?) Fact about me is that istp is my personality type apparently, same as leonas)

But riddle is one of my babies from the beginning and will stay near the top.

Depending on mood the list of most loved blorbos is as follows

Lilia

Jamil

Riddle

Cater

Malleus

Leona

Idia

Epel

Top 9, vil is in their somewhere depending on my mood that week😅 I love them dearly but there are some I just see as my children

That list is

Ortho (for obvious reasons)

Silver

Sebek

Kalim

Floyd(this one depends)

Ace

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Now I don't much like rook, for reasons, I don't explicitly like trey either but I don't dislike him. Same with jack for that matter.

Deuce is a wild card for me as I adore him but the type of adoration changes every 5 minutes.

I rambled again!😣

That was the way to say I have parental issues but meh, it is what it is. 🤷‍♀️

Bat dad is bat dad, will prolly always be a top contender bc I tried to leave lilia hell but I keep getting dragged back in!

You are always welcomed to talk with me, I never shut up!

Who are your favorites, other than lilia? I'd love to know!

Have a good day/night! It's like 5:52 rn andi still haven't been to bed😅

Lilia would absolutely steal a baby and go "is ours now" and then proceed to try to convince you by dancing around the kitchen with you and the baby...would be kinda hard to resist the temptation of trying for a family together, by adopting or by getting some smexy times tbh.

#amyspeaksnonsense #hana🪄#i ramble way too much #but now i have a spicy idea for lilia #well #that and the Christmas tree smex #but that's beside the pint here

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writinginthesecrettrees · 3 years

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John coming home from a week-long hunt. He's tired. His body aches. Luckily nothing major needed to be patched-up, but he still feels like he was "drug through a knot-hole backwards" as the saying goes. All he wants to do is take a shower and collapse into bed. As he approaches the door though he's hears a rhythmic smacking sound coming from the other side. He pauses for moment, listening. The faint sound of whimpering and "Deeeeaaaaan" in that whining voice his youngest has become an expert in comes to him and he shakes his head. Guess he'll have deal with this first.

The boys freeze when John opens the door. Sam is draped over Dean's lap, jeans and underwear around his ankles, his butt already a bright red, and all John can think of is deer-in-the-headlights as they both stare at him for a moment. John closes the door firmly behind himself and cocks an eyebrow at Dean. "Wanna tell me what he did this time?" Dean seems to shake himself out of his shock and clears his throat, pulling Sam a bit closer to him, almost protectively. "He, um, he went to the library after school without asking. Lost track of time and didn't come home till they kicked his ass out. I was worried sick. So..."

John was nodding though. "So, you're teaching him the consequences of his actions." He gets nods in return from both boys and he walks a few steps closer, taking a good look at Sam's rear end. "Doin' a good job there." As he speaks he starts unbuckling his belt, and both boys tense. But he's their father. He always has the final say. "Now Sam," his voice stern, "you get off your brother's lap and go lean over the table so I can finish this up." Neither of them move though and Sam cranes his tear-stained face up to his Dad. "Please.... can I just stay here?" Before John can respond to the strange request Dean is nodding. "Yeah Dad. He's already here." He grips Sam's side more firmly while leaning his torso back a bit, out of the way. "I'll hold him still for you."

Normally John would insist on doing it, every detail, his way. But neither one is debating John using the belt on Sam, just positioning. And well, he can still hit his target as long as Dean stays out of the way. And he really wants to just get this over with and get in the shower. So with a nod he doubles-up his belt and stands to the side a bit. He notices one of Sam's hands moving to grip Dean's leg while the other continues to brace himself against the floor. Without further ado he brings the leather down hard over Sam's ass. The crack is loud in the otherwise silent room, but is immediately followed by a groan from his youngest. Dean grips him tighter and John continues, whack after whack. By the third Sam is squirming but Dean makes sure he stays in place. By the fifth he's breathing hard and jerking forward with every swing. At the tenth, Sam finally lets go with a sob, shuddering from the pain, before he goes completely limp over his brother's lap. Just for good measure John gives him 5 more (to match his age plus one) but Sam just continues crying softly while Dean rubs his back.

Now done with that unpleasant business, John tosses his belt onto the other bed. "No doing that anymore, you hear Sam?" He leans down to grip his son's shoulder and gets a shaking nod in return. "Y-yes ss-sir." Satisfied, John heads toward the bathroom. "I'm gonna take a shower. You two get ready for bed. Sorry Dean, you're gonna have to share with your brother tonight."

Dean looks up at his dad and gives him a reassuring nod. "It's okay Dad. Don't worry about it."

Once John is in the bathroom and they hear the shower going, Dean helps his brother up off his lap. There's a wet spot on his jeans where Sam's dick had been. "Man, I thought we were busted," he murmured softly. Sam, still flushed from the whole experience nods, wincing as he gingerly rubs his throbbing behind. "Yeah, same. But..." and now he's blushing which just causes Dean to grin. "I... um... kinda liked it." Dean can't help it anymore and pulls his brother down for a passionate, if brief kiss. "Hurry up and clean up." He nods towards the kitchenette sink. "I'll rub some lotion on it before Dad gets out." As he stands he shucks off his own soiled jeans and his t-shirt. It's warm enough, them sleeping in just their boxers isn't that out of the ordinary. Sam grins at him as he steps out of his own pants and heads over to the sink to take care of things while Dean collects both their clothes to put in the laundry duffel.

It HAD been a close call, but it might be something they'd have to replicate again.

In the shower, John stands for a bit under the hot spray, letting it relax his sore muscles. Almost of its own accord his hand drifts downward and before he knows it he's caressing his thickening cock. It's no big deal, he tells himself. He just needs to blow off a little steam, then he'll be able to sleep, no problem. And he tries to bring up mental images of women, of their breasts and thighs and butts. But then he's seeing a smaller butt, turning red, under his belt. And it's got him harder than any of the other mental images he'd had. He doesn't WANT to picture his son but... the sounds he was making. The way he was moving. He knew (thought he knew) there was nothing really to it, that Sam hadn't known how... how alluring he'd looked. Had he realized he was almost raising his ass invitingly for the belt? John finds his release and then stands there, leaning his head against the cool tiles. He berates himself for using THAT while jerking himself off, but can't banish the images entirely from his mind. And he tries to tell himself that as long as it stays strictly between himself and his own hand, it's not that big of a deal.

And he tells it to himself again when he walks back into the room, now dark with the boys in the one bed, Dean's arm curled protectively around Sam. It's no big deal. Dean's always tried to comfort Sam after the boy's been punished, even if Dean was the one who had to do the punishing.

They're alive and they're okay. That's all that really matters, right? (Hope you enjoy! 💜)

oh my god.

Oh my god, you really wrote this and sent it to me and I read it while I was at my mother’s house I’m going straight to hell. I love it so much.

Love the relationship with Sam and Dean, and Sammy so young but fully aware of and into his kink. Love Dean taking care of him.

Love them getting off on daddy fulfilling it without realizing, and John’s reaction is just!!!! Like I feel like he subconsciously noticed how Sam was responding to him, and maybe that’s why he reacted the way he did, but now he’s got all that delicious guilt. And he’ll be thinking of it later, the next time he has to discipline Sam, the next time he sees Dean doing it.

Oh, I love this so much 😍😍😍😍😍

#weecest #daddycest #(light daddycest)#almost caught #things i NEED to explore in writing #<3 #corporal punishment

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scented-morker · 3 years

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hi honeyy! may I request one of the ships please??? I'd like to know who would you choose from txt and enhyphen heh

I'm an 03' capricorn,, my hair length is under my shoulders and right now it's a faded shade of red.. my eyes are dark brown and my height is 5''4..

I like to stay inside and love rainy days 'cause they're perfect for tea or coffee :). I'm a very calm and patient person,, if you see me without knowing me I might seem a little intimidating (that's what my friends say) but I'm actually really nice and I tend to get well with everybody to the point everyone says I'm actually very caring and kids like to hang out with me haha. (I'll add to this that my love language are acts of service and physical touch)

One of my favorites hobbies is drawing and listening to music,, I sing sometimes and get complimented by it, but I'm too shy so I mostly do it for myself when I'm alone. When I draw I like to create new pieces of clothing and that's why I'm into fashion design and hoping I can study the career.

I like languages and learning about cultures too! right now I speak english, spanish, a little french and I'm studying korean heh.

I don't really know what else to say.. I'm not really an outgoing person but if someone asks me to do something and I'm free I don't doubt on saying yes. I might be a little shy if I first meet a person but if they're nice that helps me to be a little more talkative.

ummm I listen to many genres of music(? for you to get an idea of my music taste,, my top 3 are: want you so bad by the vaccines, trust by alina baraz and alleyways by the neighborhood.

i hope that's not too long :( but thank u in advance! take care <3

No it wasn’t too long at all!! This was perfect :D

In txt

I ship you with : Soobin !!

I know he’s a lil bit older, but I think your aura is very calm and gentle which I think would work really well because he’s kinda the same way

At first he probably thought you were intimidating, which everyone would tease him for since he’s like 2x your size

I think you guys would actually be a really good match, like you’d be the couple that is basically an old married couple by the time they’re in their 20s and everyone laughs at them but is secretly jealous: yeah that’s you guys

lil scenario

Soobin wandered out from his room, it was still a little early in the morning and he was planning on just staying in bed until he realized you weren’t next to him.

He spotted you sitting on the floor against the coffee table, your hair was hanging down your shoulders wildly and you were softly singing Trust. He just stood there in the doorway staring at you like 🥺🥺 he just couldn’t fathom how you kept getting more and more perfect to him.

He waddled over to you, wrapping the blanket around your body as well as his as he squeezed behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle in a back hug.

“Whatcha doin lovebug?”

A peek over your shoulder told him you were sketching out a new dress, something you had thought of as soon as you woke up and needed to get out before you forgot.

You muttered out something along those lines, while he sat there behind you, hands fiddling with the tangles in your hair.

“Do you want a drink?”

He had just realized the extra mug sitting next to yours, and he giggled at the fact that you had thought of him and made him something before he even got up.

He took the warm mug from your hands, taking a sip and then snuggling his head further into your back, perfectly content with sitting like that all day.

In En-

I ship you with : Sunghoon !!

Okay so hear me out on this one, at first my brain was like Jake, but I think the fact that you kinda remind me of him makes this the better option because we all know how close they are

Like you would be this dudes BABY, like the ‘THIS MY BABY AND AINT NOBODY FINNA TOUCH HER’ ya know 💀

He would treat you so soft and I think that his love language is also acts of service so you guys would go well together. I can see him losing his mind is you start speaking like French or Spanish around him, he just like !?!.&!,$,!!!!!!?!!&,’! that’s my talented s/o, homeboy is such a simp

lil scenario

The first time the boys did out about you was an accident. Sunghoon was a pretty laid back guys and he didn’t see the point in telling everyone just because he got an s/o, so he just didn’t tell anyone, and no one asked.

But then one day they had a free day and he decided to spend it with you, even though it meant turning down the boys.

“Oh sorry guys I actually already have plans, but next time I’ll totally come!”

So he took you to this cute little like street fair, and it had lots of different stands with foods and little trinkets from all sorts of different places because he knew how much you liked learning about different cultures.

He STARED 🥺 when he saw how your eyes lit up and you got so excited to learn about where everything came from. You were definitely all of the vendors favorite that day.

You guys spent a really long time there and it started getting dark so you guys found a bench and sat down, finishing up your last treat of the day.

You were sitting there, excitedly babbling about what it tasted like and the tradition of making it with family, Sunghoon just sitting across from you, the biggest heart eyes ever, and the boys see you guys and they just kinda go ???

They eventually come over and introduce themselves, almost choking when Sunghoon introduces you as his s/o, and you have to put away your shyness for a little bit to get to know them, but of course they’re all extremely kind and they automatically like you, so everything works out in the end. Except Sunghoon gets chewed out for not telling them

Alright that’s it!! You seem like a sweetheart and I hope you enjoyed your ships <3

#enhypen scenarios #enhypen ships #enhypen sunghoon #txt scenarios #txt ships #txt soobin #caras ships

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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PROMPT

Che “Taza” Romero x Reader

@stardust1978 asked: I wanted to request a Dialogue Prompt #5 under Angst with Taza when you are taking requests again. Thank you :)

Prompt: “My heart tells me to kiss you, my head tells me to walk away”.

Word Count: 2.6k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

Tag list: @starrynite7114 @chibsytelford @dazzledamazon @mara-mpou @sammskellington @gemini0410 @1-800-imagines @briana-mishell24 @sassymox @whyisgmora @aquamento @sadeyesgf @arved 💥 (if you wanna be tagged, send me a message!)

Who said ‘ride or die’ for first time, surely he knew you, because ride is your life.

“Nine-one-one, what's your emergency?”

“She came from nowhere! I didn't see her!”

It wasn't true. Once your helmet is on, your motorbike and you are one. There's no difference, as if you got melted with it when you turn the engine. You know every single inch of Cali's asphalt. You know every traffic light, every signal, every road, every street, every city, every single driver. You didn't come from nowhere, but he was looking his phone when he crossed the corner's avenue. He didn't see you, that's true. But you came from Sunset Boulevard with Figeroa street. You was driving fast, as always, but respecting the limit.

You were lying on the ground, upside down, when you realized that you couldn't move your right leg. You couldn't even feel pain. As the orders of your brain reached the toes of the left foot, the right foot didn't respond. Nothing. Breathing fast, you were drowning into agonizing coughs. You're a nomad. You know every single bone of your anatomy. You know what's broken, you know what's fragmented and you know what's twisted. You're choking because of the blood filling your lungs, for a splintered rib. And only when you hear the sound of an ambulance sirens, you let yourself go.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

A hard headache is lashing your whole body, growling slightly whilst feeling some long fingers tangling into yours. You know their touch pretty well, you don't even need to open your eyes to confirm it. Those fingertips have traveled through your skin so many times you lost the count long time ago. They hold yours tightly, with a trembling and cracked lips kissing every one, every knuckle and the wrist. You're sleepy, coughing for a while and raising your free hand to your belly when a bitter twinge hits it. You don't need to ask where you are, 'cause you know it at the exact moment you notice your right leg immobilized hanging of the metal structure of the bed.

Feeling weak and decayed, you turn your face at him, opening your eyes so slowly. The man drags his chair a little bit closer, leaning above the hospital bed to leave some dearly kisses on your forehead while your free sleepy hands toured your stomach till reaching his nape. It's been a long time since you saw him in Santo Padre. And even if you think he betrayed you, Taza still being the most important person in your life. And he will always be.

You met him sixteen years ago in Santa Madre, when you were almost fifteen. You stole a loaf of bread. You didn't have family, nor money, nor a job. You were a child suffering the poverty of the Mexican border. And as a fallen angel from heaven, he found you. He was running away too.

He saved you and you saved him.

Taza taught you every single thing you know today. About animals, about guns, about motorbikes and mechanic, about how to be silent, about fighting. He welcomed you in his ranch, he gave you a family and he brought you back to life.

“What ha—happened?” You mutter feeling high because of the morphine.

“A guy missed a traffic light and hit you”. He says licking his lips, choosing the correct words.

“And wh—what happened to me?” His sigh is more painful that have every bone of your body broken.

“A rib pierced your left lung, but you're okay now, cariño”.

“And what abo—about my leg?”

The Mayan doesn't know how to tell you. Isn't that bad, actually. But riding is your life.

“Femur fracture”. He can't lie to you. At least, not a second time since you met.

You turn your neck and face to the opposite side, feeling awake suddenly. You know what it's means. Your eyes filled with tears and your heart racing. The sanitary machines starts to beep louder, claiming the attention of some nurses who come to try to control your pulse.

“I'm ok—okay! Fuckin' leave me!” You cry squeezing over the bed, while Taza tries to hug you.

“Sh, (Y/N). Calm down, calm down. Everything is gonna be fine. Sleep a little more...” He whispers on your eyes, watching sideway how a doctor inject a whitish liquid into the line connected to your wrist.

You let yourself go again, between Che's strong arms, making you feel as if you were at home again.

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He explained you that you fell with your knee slightly curled and that was why you broke it. Luckily, in Los Angeles didn't wait for transferred you to San Diego, to make the surgery necessary. After one day unconscious, they flew you in helicopter to Santo Padre. And even if Taza told you that you could walk again and drive your motorbike, you couldn't help but feel anxious, terrified and mournful.

It was one long month in the hospital, receiving visitors every day from Stockton, Charming, Tijuana, Mexico... Even from the charters of Connecticut and Pennsylvania. You didn't used to talk a lot, mostly some words and some sentences. You were submerged on a gloomy environment, crying all the time because of the pain and the rage of being bedridden. Taza slept with you every night, before complaining all day about his back hurting with Bishop and Tranq. But he would do anything for you. Anything.

After the high medical and all the information the doctors gave you for the home life and rehabilitation, you agreed with the idea of coming back to the ranch. Actually, Taza as the stubborn man he is and Bishop as the president of your charter, forced you. They didn't give you any options. So you just ‘agreed’. Your next six month were going to be summed in the first one to rest, the next four going two times per day to the hospital and the last one trying to walk by your own. Feeling pain and agony with every step until you can make it disappear, by following the recommendations.

You used to be laid on the bed with the blinds half down, holding tightly your black leather vest against your chest, feeling that it was your only hope to wake everyday. Of course, there are things in life worse than a femur fracture, but for you it was painful in a psychologically speaking way. The doctors recommended the crew and your friends to talk you about day-life, happy situations or whatever that didn't let you think about it, so you could avoid a depression and harmful thoughts. So when Mayans came to visit you at the ranch, sitting by a side of your bed or lying next to you, they were always trying make you laugh and talk. But you couldn't. You were like a scared child believing that the sheets were shields that protected you about any hurt.

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Opening your eyes, rolling over the mattress, hearing some whispers outside of your room that won't let you sleep. Your heart race, getting up on your palms, when you can't find your vest on it. You look for it on the floor, behind the blankets, behind the pillows. Nothing. With a lot of effort you move your whole and heavy body to the wheelchair next to the bed, supporting your arms on it with a growl drowned in your throat. Rolling your fingers above the wheels faster than you can think, you go towards the door opening it loud and making it crash to the wall. Following the hallway to the living room, the voices stir anxiously. Tran and Gilly are blocking your gaze to the huge table, where you used to meet al the Mayans for a lunch, a dinner or an impromptu meeting.

“Look at you! You did it by yourself!” Angel is very proud, leaning towards you before your able to kick his crotch with your good leg, making him fall to the floor between whinings and sobs.

“Hey, hey, take it easy, karate kid!” Creeper holds your shoulders, while EZ press his hands on your tights and on your left leg, to avoid the fact that you hit them too.

“Where's my kutte?! What are you doin'?!” You shout with your eyes filled with tears, stirring to loosen from the grips.

“Cariño, calm down”. Then you hear his voice, appearance behind the big guys in front of you.

“You, fuckin' traitor! You're doin' it again! I fuckin' hate you, bastard!” You want to kill him, yelling full of rage while the tears run through your cheeks soaking the shirts.

“Fuck, (Y/N)! Calm yo' fuckin' self!” Angel growls trying to getting up from the floor.

“Bishop, please! I'll ride again! I'll soon”. Your cry gets louder seeing how the man is cutting a patch of your vest, between Tranq and Gilly, above the table. “It's the only thing I have! Please, don't!”

The president doesn't say a word knowing how much you're suffering and don't giving a shit about it. Riz leans close to you, slapping him when he tries to clean your tears.

“Don't fuckin' touch me!” You scream at him totally mad, squeezing on the wheelchair and trying to get up of it.

“Jesus Christ, calm down!” He says somewhat scared.

“I earned it! I did it! Please! Don't take it away!”

You feel like the air is leaving your lungs and your mouth when Bishop holds the kutte on air having a look of it, before starting to walk towards you. And when you're able to grab it, you do it holding it tightly on your chest, raising your gaze confused. He makes a soft move with his chin, pulling a way some inches the vest to see the new patch. The “nómada” one isn't there anymore, having been changed for “Miembro de honor”. Gasping not knowing exactly what to say, you hold it close again.

“It's the only thing I have...” You mutter with trembling lips.

“We know”. Bishop says bending down to leave a kiss on your forehead with a hand placed on your nape. “No one is gonna take it away, querida. But at least, I made you go out of your room”.

“Yea', the kick was worth it”. Angel says with a hoarse voice rubbing his crotch.

You can't help but smiling for first time after long months, when Creeper and EZ let you go. Riz helps you to wear it, putting it well on. It looks good on you, better than ever and you're starting to feel blissful again.

“We decided to have a day off, here with you. And we bought you free alcohol beer, so you can drink too”. EZ says almost singing, making you chuckle. “And pops' meat for the barbecue”.

Sounds good. Really good. So you nod without doubting pulling away some hair bristles behind your ears.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

You can't remember when was the last time you had so much fun with your true family. Vicki came too with some of your friends and Letti, who turned out to be better than you expected, after Coco told you so much about her. And even if you didn't want the day to end, you were waiting for it, so you could be alone with Taza and tell him that you were sorry about what you said early morning.

After all the goodbyes, and the apache bringing you back to the inside, you turn at him with some effort on the wheelchair. Placing both hands on your lap and pursing your lips, your gaze travels looking his.

“I didn't me—”.

“It doesn't matter”. He interrupts you, passing you away to let his body fall down on the nearest sofa.

Turning again, you guides yourself to him, insisting about it.

“I'm sorry, Che”.

“God, forget it, (Y/N)”. Rolling his eyes, he lies his head against the back of the sofa.

“No, 'cause I know it hurt you. And it's not fair”. You continue, getting up of the chair to jump with the other leg by his side.

He doesn't say anything when you wrap his neck with both arms, hugging him. Taza only clicks his tongue, slicing a hand between your back and the sofa to put you closer, holding you against himself. Resting your face on his chest, closing your eyes, yes, it's feels like you're at home again.

“You know what?” You say almost in a whisper.

“What?”

“My heart tells me to kiss you, but my head tells me to walk away”. It's not a secret, but sounds like. And you're not ashamed of recognizing it.

“You can't walk, idiot”.

You chuckle shaking your head, raising it to him, touching his cheek with your nose.

“Don't leave me again, please”. He sighs rubbing his forehand. “I know I fucked up things with that... chick. But I truly love you and I'm gonna regret all my life for hurting you”.

“Just... give me some time”.

“The one you need, I could wait all my life”. Pressing his lips on yours in a smooth kiss, you travel one of your hand towards a side of his neck.

The love you feel for him has never disappear, not even when you tried so hard to hate him when you became a nomad just to run away from all the sorrow he provoked you three years ago, a winter cold night when you arrived of a two weeks travel with the Stockton charter. By that time, you were going through some trouble and each one had a different way of facing it, instead of remaining together.

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It's been almost six month since the accident and everything has changed. Taza is driving his bike, with you by his back, towards the clubhouse. You called Bishop before to meet the crew on the front yard. You didn't tell him why, having a little surprise for them. So when you finally come and the guys are waiting you there, EZ is the one who notices that you're not carrying the crutches, drawing a big smile on his face and palming his brother's chest before pointing at you.

Taking off the helmet and giving it to Taza, proud-hearted of what are you going to do, you practically jump out of the motorbike. You can see every reaction on every face. They're happy and a little shocked when you put your right foot on the floor. You're walking without help. And even if you feel a little pain yet, there's nothing that could stop you now. You're like a child giving her first steps. Limping very slightly, you open both arms.

“What's up, guys?! Cat got your tongues?!” You laugh happily going towards them.

Bishop is the first one who holds you in his arms when you're close enough, laughing too for your feat.

“You did it, querida”. He says, and you're sure the president is about to cry.

“I told you!”

“Are you gonna kick me again, if I try to touch you, mi dulce?” Angel walks somewhat closer with a funny gesture on his face, before hugging him.

“The doc' said I could ride in two weeks, but I'm gonna wait another one, just in case”. You inform them, with Angel's left arm on your shoulders. “So, where's my bike?”

“Resting too”. Taza says then, kissing your cheek. “Waiting for you”.

#mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #mayans mc x reader #mayans mc #taza romero x reader #che taza romero x reader #taza romero imagine #taza romero

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20thcentury-kylo · 3 years

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Another Long Day

Got a speed pain vid planned soon but in the mean time, have some Furufumi x Kiome

Enjoy~

It's 5 o'clock and his migraine has yet to subside. Furufumi gazes absentmindedly at the store's clock.

"Just three more hours..."He mumbles to himself. Three more hours of obnoxious customers fluttering about haphazardly taking books they don't ever intend to read only to stuff them away randomly instead of going back to where they got it. Three hours of them blatantly ignoring the giant red 'NO FOOD' sign at the door, and him having to clean up half empty latte cups, and whatever crumbs found their way onto the shelves.. Just three more hours... great.

Some days Furufumi really hated his job. He was the natural born opposite of a people person, and has often considered quitting in search of something more... secluded. Alas he can't leave now, someone has to take care of the knowledge stored within these books.

The boy lets out an audible sigh as another group of customers make their way through the glass door- surely to cause disorder in their wake. Furufumi puts on his most approachable expression as he greets them.

"Evening, I hope you find what you're looking for without trouble, please don't hesitate to call for help if you need it.." A blatant lie, please don't call him.

"Oh no thanks, just here to grab a magazine-" Somehow that responce annoys him more than the thought of being forced to leave from behind the counter. Furufumi responds with a curt nod before making the transaction as quickly as possible. Money- receipt- product.

'Now Leave-'

"Have a nice evening, and come again!!"

'Please don't come back'

Some time passes before he finds himself taking another look at the clock, a sigh of relief escaping his lips.

'Just 30 more minutes..' The boy takes a much needed stretch as a stifled yawn forces its way out. Man he needed a nap. His phone vibrates from his breast pocket, and without looking Furufumi can already tell who it is. He pulls it out to view the apparent message, taking a moment to admire his most recent lock screen. It's the two of them, out by the boardwalk, he can't help the smile that sneaks its way onto his features.

Furufumi finds himself hiding a deepening blush at reading those words. It was such a small gesture- something that was common for them to do, yet it never failed to send the Brunettes heart aflutter. It gives him the strength to trudge through those last 30 minutes, which seemed to be passing much faster now that he had something to look forward to.

He responds with a heart, maybe two.... maybe four before putting his phone away. Being honest he barely hears the next customer's request as his mind is far off in a distant bed...

The air's a tad chilly as Furufumi locks up for the night, but he pays it no mind. With his keys secure the boy paces his way to the bus stop, soft music flowing through his head phones with a soft, sweet melody..

Hello Darlin, How Ya doin-

Keep me on my toes-

But i'm still movin-

The bus ride home is blissfully uneventful, allowing the Brunette to sit and gaze out at the golden hued sunset. Absentmindedly day dreaming...

Hello Darlin, How ya doin-

From just outside the door, Furufumi can already smell the savory aromas of whatever his better half had prepared. Stepping in fully, the scent graces his senses in full force.

"Ah- Tempura!"He says to himself in realization. His coat and boots are quickly displaced as the Brunette slips into his house shoes- making a beeline straight for the kitchen. There he finds Kiome clad in their checkered apron humming wistfully as they tended to the food upon the stove.

"One Sec~" With a gentle flick of the stove's knob its fire dies out leaving the gentle smells of fried fish, vegetables and freshly steamed rice pouring through the room. Being as forward as they were- Kiome takes no time in removing their apron and swooping their darling up in a gentle embrace.

"Feels like it's been forever..."It's only been a day or so at most, yet Furufumi doesn't bother to reply, he simply hugs back and embraces the warmth of it all.

"Oi- you look so tired.."The concern in Kiome's voice is touching, almost like a worried mother- the thought brings a light chuckle to Furufumi's lips.

"No no- I... just had a long day.."He's sure he looks ragged, frazzled hair bag riddled eyes, but honestly- he couldn't be happier right now.

"Just glad to see you~"They pull back, and Furufumi marvels at how naturally his hands rest around Kiome's hips. Just the closeness itself was enough to undo all of his work induced stress. They bring a warm slightly calloused hand to caress his cheek, and the Brunette all but melts in their touch. The feeling erupts from his core and rushes almost directly to his face, his features rivaling that of a fresh picked rose. The way their lips meet is slow, soft- almost methodical in motion. The hint of chocolate laced on Kiome's lips leave him there longer than he intended.

"C'mon- you must be hungry~"As if on que Furufumi's belly erupts a subtle growl, he'd almost forgotten about dinner entirely.

Furufumi can't begin to describe how good it feels to stretch out on the bed, he and Kiome nestled together under their large comforter. Some movie marathon plays quietly in the background. His glasses are resting on the bedside table so he's barely paying any attention to the T.v. Instead the soft melodic motion of Kiome's hands running through his hair lull him into a half daze. He can hear their heartbeat in a slow, constant rhythm, and swears it's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard.

Instinctively he nuzzles further into their chest, letting their heartbeat guide his breathing in tandem, and as the Brunette drifts off to dream yet again, an expression he muses often bubbles up from his mind

"Why can't every day feel as good as this..." It's no more than a half mumbled whisper, yet Kiome hears- through his soul he hears it loud and clear.

"Me too hun- me too"

There they lie, a couple of hearts, a bundle of souls, lying in a moment's reprieve, no doubt dreaming of each other...

FIN

Thank you all for reading! As always Comments and reviews are much appreciated- help me improve uwu

#sorry this took me a while!#tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #Furufumi #mc5 x Furufumi #mc5 #kiome #can you tell how hard im projecting🙃#ignore my crippling loneliness for a sec tho #also speed paint soon 👀

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rogue-barnes-16 · 4 years

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BLUE

Summary: Y/n tries to bury her feelings after making a terribly bad decision about Bucky that destroyed what they had. It backfires in the worst possible way.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Genre: 90% angst

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Submitted for @blushycarol's writing challenge.

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Warnings: language, makeout, implicit sex, feels™️

A/N: this is my prompted songfic for blushycarol's writing challenge! It took a turn like, ngl I did whatever the fuck I wanted with the song but it fits so there it goes, enjoy <3.

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We've broken up and now I regret it

I said goodbye when I shouldn't have said it

"I fixed your boy. He's awake now." She spoke through the wakandan device. "Figured you'd want to see him."

Yeah, it was the princess of Wakanda herself who decided to call me —not even Steve, me— to inform me that the man I loved had finally awaken.

A couple of hours later, T'challa did with Steve the same thing Shuri had done with me, and soon we both left to reach the hidden city.

We met with Bucky.

Steve cried a couple of times, Bucky laughed in a few occasions, and I stayed rather quiet almost the entire time.

After two days, Steve left with the promise of coming back, but I stayed just because I had missed him so much, I didn't feel like saying goodbye just yet.

Despite this, we didn't talk much in those months I had stayed with him. It wasn't like we spoke a lot before, but now it felt different.

I knew why; it was because of me. Because maybe, just maybe, I was terrified that this new version of him, that healed James Barnes, wouldn't love me like his broken self did.

We had reached a point where I didn't know what we were any longer, and I was 100% sure that the feeling was mutual, we were just too scared to talk it out.

I took the easiest, most despicable way and, one morning, I left Wakanda, hoping to spare my heart and breaking his in the process.

A week later I was back, suited up and ready to fight the deadliest threat I would have faced in my whole life.

I survived.

Bucky didn't, and the only thing I could think was that had lost him, and the last words I said to him were 'this is over, I'm leaving you'.

Five Years Later

I even cried but I never meant it

And I don't know why but I can't forget it, forget it

When Fury paired us to go on a mission, I thought it would be easy due to the action, but it turned out to be a watch, and suddenly everything was ten times more difficult.

We had been in silence for at least a long, tedious hour, in a dark room with two windows, waiting for the target to appear, when Bucky spoke.

"Is it true?" I, pretty much confused, turned my head to him, whose eyes were already on me, his back reclined against the wall before me. "that you cried for me." his voice held kinds of fear that I had never heard in him.

"who told you that?" I inquired, starting to get anxious because no one was supposed to know that; no one had seen me breaking down every night for months because of him.

"Steve." he replied, digging his eyes on mines. "Did you?"

My fight or flight instincts made me shook my head no as an initial response, only because of the sudden panic flooding through my veins. "I mean yes- I- no I mean I- I cried for everyone and I just... it-" I attempted to calm myself down before letting out a propper sentence. "it meant nothing. I did, I just didn't... I felt guilty" I finished, my heart racing and pounding as if it would leave my chest. "for everyone I couldn't save."

He didn't say anything else, nor did I.

After our short chat everything was even worse, because I was no longer focused now that the sorrow I had felt those nights was replaying in my head non-stop.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gimme love, gimme dreams, gimme a good self esteem

We remained distant, but at some point, Bucky started to compliment me, to make nice comments, to give me quick smiles and fast 'thank you's, and I would be lying if I said I didn't treasure them.

"You look... great." He'd shyly say whenever I got dolled up.

"Great shot" he would state breathless, passing me by during a mission, to which I would just nod. "Thank for having my back."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Your hair..." he once trailed off with a frown, resting his elbows over the counter.

"yeah, I needed a change." for a second, the part of me I had hidden crawled up to the surface and I asked. "You... Don't like it?"

"No- I mean yes- I- I really like it." he assured me with bittersweet smile. "It fits you."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gimme good and pure, what you waiting for?

Gimme everything, all your heart can bring

Something good and true

I don't wanna feel blue anymore

"Barnes and you." Sharon spoke, closing the pantry's door behind her.

"what?" I questioned, turning to her for a moment while she raised her eyebrow at me.

"what are you playing at, Y/n?" she asked, a bit of concern being noticeable in her tone.

We weren't close. No, no we hadn't grown closer, but I sometimes would sit right besides him during Saturday's take-out night, near enough for our thighs to brush.

I'd let him play with my hair from time to time, I'd allow him to come to my room in the middle of the night to lay with me after a nightmare here and there.

I wouldn't complain when his hands held my cheeks in the aftermath of a rough mission, his eyes scanning me with worry and sorrow while pain would most likely be rushing through my body.

I wouldn't scold him if he ever picked me up to carry me into the medical wing after I had gotten injured, even if I could walk. Maybe I would even cling on his neck, feeling his heartbeat fastening.

"We're not playing." I replied noctant, pouring four glasses of wine for all of us.

"Y/n" I sighed. "why are you doin' this to him? You're gonna hurt him and you."

"I don't wanna feel blue." I confessed in a mutter. "no one'll get hurt, I just... Need what he gives me."

Sharon stared at me dumbfounded for a couple of seconds before shaking her head and leaving, mumbling something my ears couldn't catch.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gimme one more night

One last goodbye

Let's do it one last time

One more time

It was during Sam's birthday that I gathered the courage to do what I, deep inside, so badly wanted to do.

I saw my opportunity the moment Bucky approached the barcounter to grab some random drink.

I left mine on a shelf and rushed to reach him and I passed by him, but on my way out of the room, my hand discreetly found his and tugged him with me.

I didn't stop until we reached the nearest room , which happened to be the bathroom.

Without a word, I got him inside and closed the door, backing against it and, with his fingers still intertwined with mine, I pulled Bucky into a kiss.

He stopped after a few seconds. His eyes were sad as he gazed into mines, and I felt a lump in my throat.

"I..." my attempt to speak triggered my tears, and his response was to cares my cheeks and peck my lips.

The terror I had felt 5 years ago of me not being good enough for him to love me anymore came back. My heart pounded against my chest, the voice in the back of my head simultaneously begging me to stop.

"I need this... Just..." I fisted his shirt, bringing him closer to me. "one last time... Please I-"

"are you drunk right now?" he questioned, putting a strand of hair away from my face.

"No." I half lied, pulling him to me into a needy kiss which quickly escalated.

No, I don't love you

No, I don't care

I just want to be held when I'm scared

And all I want is one night with you

Just 'cause I'm selfish

I know it's true

What had happened in the party was never spoken about, nor mentioned.

We had swept it under the rug for both of our sakes —mostly for mine.

We didn't sleep together again, but in very few occasions, I would end up tugging him to some dark place where we were alone and make out until I was out of breath.

Each time that happened, for some reason I didn't understand, Bucky always whispered me the same question.

"Do you love me?"

To which I answered a breathless, painful 'no' that would most likely end up crushing my heart because of the heavy weight that lie carried.

My nightmares at some point had gotten worse, now involving Bucky getting hurt almost every time, so, whenever I woke up in cold sweat with tears in my eyes, gasping his name, I would make my way to his room and lay down besides him.

He would wake up the moment my body touched the mattress, and, as soon as I was under the sheets, he would pull me into his chest with his arms around me, asking me the same question every time.

"what was it about?"

To which I selfishly responded with:

"don't wanna talk. Just hold me, please."

I'm sick of looking after you

I need a man to hold on to

I'm bored of everything we do

But I just keep coming back to you

The first time I snuck under his sheets I promised myself it would be just that one night, that I would allow myself to be so fucking selfish just for one night, but his embrace was so comforting, so welcoming, and his heartbeat and breathing were so soothing, that I ended up being selfish every damn time.

One night, instead of reaching his room scared and trembling, I reached it with anger and frustration taking over my body.

I shut the door loud enough to make him sit upright, staring at me concerned.

"I'm fucking tired of this" I growled. "I'm tired of this nightmares, I'm sick of seeing you dying, I'm fucking done with looking after you in every mission more than I look after myself" I reached a point where I was close to shout as I stepped to the bed. "I want this to fucking stop!"

"Y/n-"

"I can't keep up with this anymore, I'm going crazy because it's ALWAYS THE SAME SHIT."

"You're tired." he stated, climbing off the bed to hesitantly step to me. "You need to sleep."

"I need to fucking get this off my damn chest!" a choked sob escaped my lips. "I keep coming back to you and I hate myself because of this! Because this is my fault!"

"Y/n please..." he wrapped his arms around me and I fought him a little before giving in, breaking down to tears the moment he kissed my temple.

"I was so scared of you not loving me anymore that I fucked everything up" I managed to explain in a vague mumble between sobs. "You're okay and I was fucking scared of not being good enough- I still am... I just keep making it worse!"

He stroke my hair and pulled me even closer. "Doll..."

The door few open and I heard Sam's voice behind me. "What was that? Are you-" Bucky shook my head over me and signaled Sam to leave.

"I love you so much please I'm sorry" he pulled me to the bed without letting go of me and threw the blanket over us.

"I know you do." he assured me intertwining his fingers with mines and placing a kiss on my knuckles. "I love you. I always will." he whispered soothingly.

Gimme everything, all your heart can bring

Something good and true

I don't wanna feel blue anymore

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leejihoonownsmyheart · 4 years

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Hi my favorite person. I hope you're doing okay. It's okay to not feel okay, but don't allow it to eat you up. Those thoughts that you have about yourself, I tend to have that a lot. I have friends who love me, but at times I feel that I'm being an inconvenience them? Because I tend to share a lot about my feelings and issues without filters, simply bcos I trust them. And they appreciate that. But I can't help to feel like I'm being a burden and that I'm being bothersome. (cont)

But I find that, those kinds of thoughts, are the one that draws me away from people. They didn't say anything like my thoughts, in fact, they prefer me to voice my feelings out than keep it in for my mental health's sake. So the issue here is with me, that I believe in those thoughts that bring me down and attempt to separate me from my friends, who really want to help me and loves me. I just wanna encourage you to be kinder to yourself. (cont) (2/6)

Think of yourself as another person. Would you treat another person like how you would treat yourself? Idk but this changed my perspective a lot and helped me to be kinder to myself. I come from a history of being harsh on myself. I've come a long way, but I still have a long way more to go. But I'm getting there. Girl it's not about reaching the destination! It's the journey that's the real thing. Please don't dwell in those negative thoughts. (cont) (3/6)

If those thoughts bring you down and make you feel miserable, it's toxic thoughts that you don't need. Easier said than done, I know! But I've been there, and trust me, they won't do you any good. (cont) (4/6)

I've just submitted an assignment given by a lecturer I call "toilet bowl" bcos she has anger management issues due to pregnancy. She's super impatient and spoilt. Like hello? I didn't make you pregnant?? You wanted the child?? And trust me, the physical pain is not even a beginning of what's to come?? Bcos children can be a real ass?? Go at your husband, not your students?? We didn't make you pregnant? Okay bye love, I'm gonna go to bed! Love you. Take care. (cont) (5/6)

I many not send asks often, but trust me, I'm always watching you. Not in a scary way LMAO. But like, yknow, I know what you doin girl. Btw out of all the blogs I follow, you're the one I'm most comfortable to talk to. Thank you for that. I love you. (6/6)

So, it’s funny cause I’m like really dependent on other people, despite other people sorta being the reason I end up really disliking myself. Like my mom is the origin of my physical insecurities, and I never used to have many mental insecurities until I started realizing people’s expectations from me. I can usual keep pretty good control of it, but one of my managers at work has been really hard on me... Like it’s clear she doesn’t trust me at all to do anything and lowkey she knocked from 88 to 0 pretty damn fast, so right now I guess i’m just really sensitive to literally everything and everyone. So I’ve been just trying not to think like you said right? Don’t dwell on the thoughts. So, spend all my time with my roommates and spend as much time with my other friend as possible so I never have a second to think. But now I just feel like everyone hates me.

I don’t know, I can’t really talk about it much cause they all have my tumblr (which just brings on a whole other slew of things. Like do you just not care that I am like this rn or are you not reading the messages at all, I don’t know and tbh that doesn’t help).

But also I’m sorry that your lecturer is getting angry at you guys??? I really hate it when teachers are like that. Like you chose to be an educator, abuse is not in your job description no matter how bad your day has been.

Also I’m glad your comfortable to talk to me!!! I always really enjoy our conversations, and I get really excited when I see you in my inbox!! I love you too a lot! Thank you for coming to comfort me!

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rogue-barnes-16 · 5 years

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YOU'LL LEAVE TOO

Summary: The aftermath of Thanos and the snap left the Avengers destroyed, and one by one, they leave the compound in order to find themselves. Natasha realizes everyone would eventually leave her behind, so she does her best to make things easier for Y/n.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

Genre: angsty

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Natasha Romanoff: @5aftermidnight

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Warnings: language, angsty shit

A/N: ——————

"New Asgard?" I questioned, looking at Thor quite confused. "That sounds... Kinda difficult." I stated, resting against the wall as he picked up his things.

"It will be, but I have the help of my people." he stopped his motions and a blank stare emerged from the depths of hid mourning. "or what is left of them..."

In that moment, Natasha showed up, bringing with her five dishes for us to be able to serve whatever she had been cooking a few minutes ago. "Where are you going?"

"Norway." I replied with my arms crossed, observing how the redhead slowly put the dishes down on the table. "gonna fund New... Asgard."

"Oh..." a sad look made its way to the blond woman. "Uh... Would you need help? We could lend a hand."

"It will be alright." Thor replied, politely turning down Natasha's offer. "I have Brunnhilde there." he grabbed his things gave us both a hug. "I will come visit as soon as I can."

Natasha formed a small smile, which suppressed her melancholy, in order to give Thor a nice goodbye.

As he left, I peeked, concerned, at the woman besides me, who hugged her arms staring at the dishes with lost eyes. "I'll put one back."

"Make it two." I mumbled. "Rhodey's staying in California for another month."

Natasha nodded, retired the pair she had been told to, and walked away in complete silence.

I exited the stance right after her, and made my way to the open concept kitchen, just to find Natasha sitting in one of the stools with her chin laid on her intertwined knuckles, her elbows resting over the counter.

"Nat..." as soon as she heard my soft whisper, she wiped away the tears I didn't notice that had started to be spilled from her green eyes.

"Yeah?" she looked over her shoulder to face me.

My first intention was to ask her if she was okay, but that question had already been answered, so I walked over to her and placed both my hands over her shoulders, squeezing them softly. "I'll set the table, go to the couch and chill there for a while, alright?"

One of her hands went up to grasp one of mines, her head slightly tilted to that same side as she nodded. "Alright." She lifted her gaze to stare at me, to which I responded with the warm smile she needed. "Thank you, Y/n."

I dismissed her gratitude with a shake of my head, switching places with her, and due to the sadness I was so bad trying to hide, I almost missed the way her hand briefly brushed mine.

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I was sketching Steve while he was working, when Natasha came into the room, chatting with Bruce.

"If you ever need anything," she started, handing him the bag he had left in the facility the day he had moved out.

"I won't hesitate on telling you, I promise." Bruce finished with a bittersweet smile on his face. "take care Nat."

Steve and I both waved him goodbye; Natasha just stood still, her arms crossed, for a couple of seconds before grabbing her ballerinas and leaving to train.

"She's doin' it again." Steve stated concerned in low voice, his gaze leaving the laptop for an instant to observe the door through which Natasha had walked away.

"Can you blame her, though?" I questioned rhetorically, my eyebrows raised at the blond man in front of me.

"You should check on her." Steve suggested. "she opens up with you more than with me." he explained before I could even formule a single question about why should it be me.

"Don't think she needs to open up." I replied, redirecting my attention back to the sketch. "She's gonna miss him, just like she misses Tony, just like she misses Rhodey and Thor." I placed the pencil over the sheet of paper and took a second before saying the following words. "just like we miss 'em all."

Steve let his face fall on his hands in defeat as that dreadful silence reigned in the room.

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"I'll keep some things here, though." Steve informed us, picking up the car keys from the table. "If you don't mind, of course."

"don't be an idiot, will you?" Natasha spoke with a half smile on her face. Steve chuckled and pulled her into a side hug before she pecked his cheek. "Take care, Steve."

It took us a hot second to even move from our original positions after our blond friend had left our so-called home to move to an apartment in Brooklyn, when he wouldn't have to deal with the guilt and the regret echoing through the immense halls and countless stances.

Natasha was the first one to leave the room, numbly grabbing her ballet shoes to make her way down the hallway to reach the gym.

I was just not as fast, but soon i decided to follow that advice Steve had given me not so long ago and go check on her. Maybe she really didn't need to open up about anything, maybe she only needed a shoulder to cry on.

Assuming that Natasha would have already started a routine, I didn't rush to reach the gym at all. However, to my surprise, when I got to the entrance, I was greeted with the view of the woman sat on a bench,sniveling while hugging her sides, the ballet shoes on and her two-toned hair covering her face.

Whatever I had been holding inside was triggered by that sight, and flooded out in the form of painful tears that seemed to burn my skin. "Hey..." she only shook her head shortly, yet vigorously, as I approached her. "Hey." I repeated, kneeling in front of her, my hands holding both her cheeks. This time she did look at me trough bloodshot eyes that most likely mirrored mines. "It'll get better, I promise." She sniffed and I pulled her into a hug, which acted as a perfect substitute for the kiss I was dying to give her. "You still have me here, and I'm not leaving alright?"

She nodded, burying her face on my neck, where I felt a feather kiss. "Damnit, I was dying to get rid of you." Her voice was weak but playful as she pulled away. "You're a pain in the ass." I chuckled, brushing my thumb over her cheek to wipe her tears as she did the same with mines, lovingly. "But you're my pain in the ass, right?" Her hand rested over my cheek, her green eyes flickering to my lips before coming back to mines, desperately looking for the answer she needed to her question.

"Damn sure I am." I replied, getting up with my eyes fixed on her. "Were you gonna start a routine?" I questioned, running my fingers through her hair as she leaned in to rest her forehead against my stomach, nodding as a response to my inquiry. "I'll braid your hair." She mumbled a 'thank you' whilst letting her hands linger on my outer thighs just a little bit more.

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It was late night when I noticed Natasha was no longer on the other side of the bed, her place to sleep for a couple of months by now.

I looked for her first in the gym, then outside, in the rooftop garden where she would sometimes go. After not finding her there, I decided to make my way had become her office. Maybe Rhodey or Okoye called, or maybe Carol and Rocket had updates on anything.

She was all alone, sat in her chair.

"What's wrong?"I asked, resting against the doorframe.

"You'll leave too." she stated, trying too hard for that beautiful smile of hers to stay in her face while she looked at me, which she wasn't being able to achieve. "and that's alright."

"Nat please, please don't cry." I begged, leaving the door frame in order to reach her sitting on the chair. "why- I'm not leaving, I promise, please don't cry."

"God I'm sorry." she took a deep breath in order to calm herself down. "I promise it's alright, you gotta get yourself a life, it's just late and" she scoffed, rapidly wiping the tears from her cheeks. "I think I'm having a mental breakdown" she tried to laugh it off but I was too concerned to fall into laugh with her, no matter how contagious that melodic sound was. "I promise it's alright, Y/n."

"I'm not leaving you." I replied, kneeling in front of the redhead when she slowly shook her head, averting her eyes from me. "Natasha, why on earth would you say that."

"I'm just trying to make it easier for you." She replied, shrugging. "I don't want you to feel bad, I'll get by just fine." tears were spilled again, jumping off her bottom eyelids. "I promise." her breath was ragged, and my eyes were getting watery. "I'm sorry for keeping you here all this time, I really am." She shook her head, her lower lip quivering and her eyes shut.

"Nat–"

"I'm so sorry..."

"Natasha, please, look at me." I lifted her chin, obliging her to stay eye to eye with me. "You're not making me stay." I brushed her hair off her face and said fuck it to second guessing my words about my feelings. "I'm staying because I love you, because you make this feel home even if it really isn't, I'm staying because everything feels less awful when I'm with you, because-"

I completely missed the hopeful glimpse in her eyes before she, as fast as a lightning, threw herself off the chair, her lips attaching to mines in a kiss that, despite the innocence it carried, took my breath away.

"I love you... I love you love you." She whispered, her eyes closed and her forehead resting against mine, now both of us kneeled on the floor.

"Yeah?" I questioned, intertwining my fingers with hers as she nodded slowly. "I love you love you too."

"I know, dumbass." She replied with a smirk on her face that I could see after I pulled away. "That's why I kissed you." I shook my head with a smile on my face, wiping my tears away. "Are you stayin?"

I raised my eyebrows. "You're such an oblivious idiot when it comes to me, Romanoff." I stated, getting up and pulling her with me. "Let's get some sleep alright?"

"Alright." She answered. Holding my hand and pecking my lips before following me back to our room.

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