#angstfanfic

[wowcandygirl]

✭ What if Kenshi didn’t save Johnny in time from Mileena… And Kenshi ended up being outworlds public enemy number one?

A fanfic that’s coming soon (I don’t have the official date yet) ✭

#johnshi!angst #johnshi #johnshifanfic #angstfanfic #fanfic #mk1 #mk1 2023

[icepower55]

Light & Shadow: Chapter 2

Ao3

Maybe that’s what I find hardest: I’m not sure where he begins and I end.

How do I even try to answer that question?

Credits for this amazing graphic to @hayllasworld​

#lights&shadow #angstfanfic #dramioneangst #dracomalfoy #hermionegranger #dramionefanfic #icepower55 #ip55 #dramione #marriagefic

[vgamingdragon]

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THIS IN NOT MINE,I REPEAT NOT MINE

This is also very much not proofread and done by a severely sleep deprived individual

(This mildly deviates from cannon lore)

[Y/n is a seamstress in this]

TW: Reader Death, angst

Pairings: Technoblade x reader, and platonic other characters x reader

TW: Death

Genre: Angst

Feb 08, 2021

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━‎ victory, but at what cost?

Jun 11, 2021

395 notes#( ♡ ) + bones writes #( ♡ ) + oneshots #dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #dream smp x y/n #mcyt x reader #mcyts x reader #dream smp imagines #mcyts x you #mcyts x y/n #technoblade x you #technoblade imagines #technoblade x reader #technoblade x y/n #technoblade angst #technoblade oneshot #technoblade fanfiction #dsmp x reader

Pairings: Technoblade x reader, and platonic other characters x reader

TW: Death

Genre: Angst

A/N: hiya loves! i managed to write this one and i really wanted to share it with you! i know this isn’t the best but hopefully you guys like it somehow haha. Also “thirty three” was dedicated for the amount of members in dreamsmp but idk if it’s correct hehe. Let me know what you think of this one pls 🥺✨

The world pauses for a while. The tnt seemed to stop blowing, the wither stopped attacking and everyone stilled their swords. They saw it, all of them did. Each person was granted three lives and someone has just lost their last.

The thirty three beats of thumping noises cannot leave your ears. It had shaken your heart as well as your head. Your heartbeat race in trying to grasp the reality that was unfolded.

The thirty three beats of thumping noises faded down slowly. While you let out streams of tears and cried what was left inside your eyes. Wet droplets of water flowed down your cheeks and stained your bitten lips.

Thirty three thousands scenarios built up in your mind, your calloused fingertips touches his face one last time, music started to play in your head, like singing sirens, you fall in love again.

And then things died down. The war stopped.

Technoblade pressed his forehead to yours, wondering how he could resuscitate you. He kissed your bitten lips one last time, the taste of blood and ash lingered on his lips. His arms gripped your shoulder while he tried to contain his anguish and devastation.

Everyone surrounded Technoblade and your lifeless body, they all dropped their swords and fell to their knees.

A person of kindness, warmth and love. Someone to be relied on not only in battles but in life.

You meant a lot of things to a lot of people. And this hits a trigger to a half pigman who loved you wholly as his lover. To a man with wings who loved you like his own daughter. To the blonde boy and his best friend who looked up to you like their sister. Even to the cold-hearted smile-masked man that truly loved you like you were his own sibling.

Philza approached Technoblade and put his hand on his shoulder, squeezing them. “Son” with tears he brokenly whispered to Technoblade, telling him to part, to let go.

They all prepared for your funeral. Everyone dressed in black attires, all eyes somber, lips quivering. A melancholic humming was heard as four of your best friends carried your body.

You were dressed in white as they carried your casket to the Lmanburg River. This was your requested resting place. This was where you met your lover as you tried to fish and he tried to swim.

The boat that awaits you was adorned with white flowers reflecting your innocence and purity. The boat itself was painted with silver and it looked majestic. Awesamdude wanted your funeral to be as beautiful as you were. Niki and Puffy were the ones who added the decoration to make it pretty, just like you.

Dream, George, Sapnap and Bad were the ones to carry your casket whilst the others followed. As they place you down before moving your body, Dream tucked a piece of your hair behind your ears and George places a rose in between your hands. Bad had to contain Sapnap as he was shaking, unable to accept the fact that his baby sister has passed.

As Dream moved your body to the boat, Tommy and Tubbo looked at you for the last time, the two boys unable to contain their tears. A sister they have always relied on has moved on with their life to the unknown.

Philza stood next to Technoblade, trying to soothe him as best as he could. “This is not fair Phil. Not y/n. Out of all people.” Technoblade had his cape on, his face was covered by it, no one can see his tear stained face. But the tremble in his words showed enough how unbearable this is for him.

“I know Tech. I know.” Philza loved you, you were his kid too, especially after you date Techno, that completely sealed everything.

Technoblade approaches your boat slowly, placing a sealed letter on top of your rose and slides a ring to your finger. He wanted to marry you and spend enternity together. But life chose another path for the both of you. Technoblade placed a kiss on your forehead, a goodbye, for today - not forever. An I love you.

Fundy helped him push your boat to the river as everyone watched you flow serenely in the river.

No one could contain their tears, their heart painfully burns like it was boiling. Everyone gasped for air.

Technoblade pulled his cape back, showing his reddened face. His eyes looked like it was watered by the rain. He took out his bow and shot into the sky while he spoke a promise. “I’ll be there soon y/n.”

Bonus:

Suddenly the wind came, it came cold and everyone shuddered. The ghost of Wilbur, Ghostbur, stood calmly near the trees with his sheep, Friend.

“Don’t worry everyone! I’ll take care of y/n. They requested to give everyone some yellow! And they want you to know that all of you should be happy! They’ll visit soon. I promise.” Ghostbur spoke with joy, his words lingered to the skins of ears which listened

[lovehostess]

with love it goes

Pairings: Technoblade x reader, and platonic other characters x reader

TW: Death

Genre: Angst

A/N: hiya loves! i managed to write this one and i really wanted to share it with you! i know this isn’t the best but hopefully you guys like it somehow haha. Also “thirty three” was dedicated for the amount of members in dreamsmp but idk if it’s correct hehe. Let me know what you think of this one pls 🥺✨

The world pauses for a while. The tnt seemed to stop blowing, the wither stopped attacking and everyone stilled their swords. They saw it, all of them did. Each person was granted three lives and someone has just lost their last.

The thirty three beats of thumping noises cannot leave your ears. It had shaken your heart as well as your head. Your heartbeat race in trying to grasp the reality that was unfolded.

The thirty three beats of thumping noises faded down slowly. While you let out streams of tears and cried what was left inside your eyes. Wet droplets of water flowed down your cheeks and stained your bitten lips.

Thirty three thousands scenarios built up in your mind, your calloused fingertips touches his face one last time, music started to play in your head, like singing sirens, you fall in love again.

And then things died down. The war stopped.

Technoblade pressed his forehead to yours, wondering how he could resuscitate you. He kissed your bitten lips one last time, the taste of blood and ash lingered on his lips. His arms gripped your shoulder while he tried to contain his anguish and devastation.

Everyone surrounded Technoblade and your lifeless body, they all dropped their swords and fell to their knees.

A person of kindness, warmth and love. Someone to be relied on not only in battles but in life.

You meant a lot of things to a lot of people. And this hits a trigger to a half pigman who loved you wholly as his lover. To a man with wings who loved you like his own daughter. To the blonde boy and his best friend who looked up to you like their sister. Even to the cold-hearted smile-masked man that truly loved you like you were his own sibling.

Philza approached Technoblade and put his hand on his shoulder, squeezing them. “Son” with tears he brokenly whispered to Technoblade, telling him to part, to let go.

They all prepared for your funeral. Everyone dressed in black attires, all eyes somber, lips quivering. A melancholic humming was heard as four of your best friends carried your body.

You were dressed in white as they carried your casket to the Lmanburg River. This was your requested resting place. This was where you met your lover as you tried to fish and he tried to swim.

The boat that awaits you was adorned with white flowers reflecting your innocence and purity. The boat itself was painted with silver and it looked majestic. Awesamdude wanted your funeral to be as beautiful as you were. Niki and Puffy were the ones who added the decoration to make it pretty, just like you.

Dream, George, Sapnap and Bad were the ones to carry your casket whilst the others followed. As they place you down before moving your body, Dream tucked a piece of your hair behind your ears and George places a rose in between your hands. Bad had to contain Sapnap as he was shaking, unable to accept the fact that his baby sister has passed.

As Dream moved your body to the boat, Tommy and Tubbo looked at you for the last time, the two boys unable to contain their tears. A sister they have always relied on has moved on with their life to the unknown.

Philza stood next to Technoblade, trying to soothe him as best as he could. “This is not fair Phil. Not y/n. Out of all people.” Technoblade had his cape on, his face was covered by it, no one can see his tear stained face. But the tremble in his words showed enough how unbearable this is for him.

“I know Tech. I know.” Philza loved you, you were his kid too, especially after you date Techno, that completely sealed everything.

Technoblade approaches your boat slowly, placing a sealed letter on top of your rose and slides a ring to your finger. He wanted to marry you and spend enternity together. But life chose another path for the both of you. Technoblade placed a kiss on your forehead, a goodbye, for today - not forever. An I love you.

Fundy helped him push your boat to the river as everyone watched you flow serenely in the river.

No one could contain their tears, their heart painfully burns like it was boiling. Everyone gasped for air.

Technoblade pulled his cape back, showing his reddened face. His eyes looked like it was watered by the rain. He took out his bow and shot into the sky while he spoke a promise. “I’ll be there soon y/n.”

Bonus:

Suddenly the wind came, it came cold and everyone shuddered. The ghost of Wilbur, Ghostbur, stood calmly near the trees with his sheep, Friend.

“Don’t worry everyone! I’ll take care of y/n. They requested to give everyone some yellow! And they want you to know that all of you should be happy! They’ll visit soon. I promise.” Ghostbur spoke with joy, his words lingered to the skins of ears which listened.

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@cutiebear45 @shockwave-the-dog

#technoblade x reader #technoblade angst #mcyt x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #georgenotfound x reader #mcyt #angst fic #angstfanfic #mcyt fanfiction

[taylorgrace-writes]

Trusting You

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Warnings: mentions of violence, injuries, blood, cleaning wounds

Word Count: 2k

Genera: Angst

Bucky trusted you and only you. That’s why after the first time Bucky had stopped by your small apartment after a mission with crimson blood slowly dripping down the side of his face from a nasty cut you had cleared out a special drawer in your bathroom dedicated to first aid supplies and anything else he might need. Most nights, you would relax on your sofa in the living room or sit at your desk doing homework for your college classes when a gentle knock at the door would gain your attention. You almost always would open the door to find him standing there, an apologetic look on his face even if he looked like he had been dragged through hell and back. No words needed to be said as you gently took his hand or helped him limp over to the small kitchen table before you rushed to the bathroom to pull out that drawer and carry it awkwardly to him. As you gently got to work on his beaten body, he’d soon mutter sweet nothings in your ear. He knew seeing him so injured didn’t help with your anxiety, especially when he would glance up at you many times to see you on the verge of tears. He understood where you were coming from, though. If he were to see you in any sort of pain, he too would have tears streaming down his cheeks. After you had bandaged all his wounds to the best of your abilities, the two of you would retreat to the couch and lie down next to each other. You always being mindful of his injuries, even though he always insisted they weren’t as bad as they seemed. The two of you soon fell asleep against each other and in the morning Bucky’s wounds were all healed and he’d be off back to the Avengers Tower after giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. 

When Bucky showed up at your doorstep tonight, though, it had been different. It was a little past 11:00 when you checked the clock sitting on the corner of your desk. You nibbled on the side of your cheek, unable to resist bouncing your knee up and down, as you stared down at the dull textbook in front of you that you were attempting to comprehend. As hard as you tried to understand the darkened words staining the white pages, you just couldn’t concentrate anymore. When Bucky had left this morning, the two of you had gotten into a heated argument, which was way out of the ordinary. It had been bothering you for weeks now that whenever he’d come over after a mission, he’d always try to avoid talking about anything that had happened. You understood what happened during those missions was difficult to talk about, but he hasn’t once confided in you about anything that goes on. You usually have an idea about what happens since Steve almost always texts you what happened, knowing Bucky only trusts you to take care of him after a mission, but you just wish he’d talk to you. He’s made it clear plenty of times that you could talk to him about anything and that if you ever needed him, he’d always be there for you. You thought you’d made it clear the same went for him, but maybe not so once again you had brought it up to him. As soon as he woke up from his much-needed rest, you asked him.

“Hey, Buck?” He had turned to look down as your head was resting against his chest as his arms held you close.

“Yeah doll?” You took a deep breath before continuing.

“Do you trust me?” you asked softly, exhaling a slow breath. He looked at you, puzzled why you had asked such an odd question.

“What? Of course, I do. What makes you say that?” You glance down at your hands as they nervously wring together.

“I dunno, I just…” you closed your eyes, only reopening them up when you felt Buckys cold metal hand rest gently atop your quivering ones.

“What is it? What’s on your mind?” he asks so softly, you almost hate to ruin the sweet moment.

“Why don’t you ever talk to me after missions? Like about them?” you sigh, “I know you’re tired when you get to my place, but sometimes I feel like you just wanna hide it or something…” Bucky clears his throat as you pull back to look at him.

“I just don’t like to talk about it, okay? You don’t need to be involved in all of that. It’s already bad enough and I just-“

“Just what Bucky? Is it so terrible that you can’t confide in me about what happens during those missions? You come to me at least once a week with dark bruises all over your body and blood oozing from someplace on you. Half the time you can barely stand, let alone walk, without wincing in pain!” Suddenly he roughly tosses your body off of his and stands up, throwing his hands up in the air.

“Yes! It is actually, you wanna know why? Do you realize how much danger I’ve put you in? Just by knowing you!” You sit there on the couch, crossing your arms, refusing to back down. “Now I’m starting to see how much it affects you when you see me after a fight, and you shouldn’t have to deal with that! You shouldn’t have to deal with me at all!”

“No, don’t you dare try to tell me you’re not confiding in me just to spare my feelings! I’m trying to be there for you and you won’t let me! Yes, it hurts seeing you in pain, but you know what hurts worse?” Bucky’s eyes close as he clenches his fists in anger at his sides. “What hurts worse is when I start thinking maybe, just maybe, you might open up to me only to have you shut me out every chance you get.” You haven’t even noticed the tears running down your face until Bucky reaches his hand out to wipe the tear running down your cheek before you turn away from him.

“Please, can we talk-” he tries, but you interrupt him.

“No.” You sniffle as you walk to your bedroom, slamming your door shut behind you. You hear his footsteps as he saunters over to your bedroom door before letting out a long sigh and walking away. Only moments later do you hear your apartment door swish open and forcefully close. That’s how the two of you left it this morning. No texts throughout the day and steady tears flowing down your hot cheeks each time your mind wanders and thinks about what happened. 

 A knock on your door pulls you out of your thoughts as you open your bedroom door and run the short distance to the front door. You can only hope it’s Bucky standing on the other side. When you open the door, Bucky's head is tilted downward, looking at the floor. You whisper his name before you gasp in shock once Buckys looks straight at you.

“Hey doll,” he mumbles, with a slight upturn to his mouth. This has got to be the worst you’ve ever seen him, and you can’t help but cover your mouth to stifle a sob. Three large gashes are carved into the right side of his face and a bunch of bruises litters over the rest of his handsome face, and you haven’t even seen what lies under his clothing yet. You quickly pull him into your apartment with you.

“What the hell, Bucky…” you manage, as you bring him into your bedroom and lay him on your bed. You know you’ll have to get new bed linens later, but for now, all you could focus on now was what was in front of you.

“I think I took the worst of it.” he chokes out but coughs after trying to hide his pain with a laugh. You grab a couple of pillows and try to prop him up as he fights to keep his eyes open. “Doll, I know you’re mad at me right now-”

“Not now, let me fix you first,” you tell him sternly as he nods his head weakly, without a word. You get up and run to your bathroom to grab the drawer before you sit back down on the edge of the bed next to him as you help him peel off his jacket and undershirt. You almost wished you hadn’t, as you turned your face away to stifle a gag, hoping he didn’t catch it. Crying is a lot harder to suppress now than it was a minute ago as you look down at his chest and stomach, which is covered in gashes and blood. The largest gash that runs down from the left side of his chest to the right side of his stomach looks the worst, so you decide to start on that. As you start to gently clean the wound, he winces in pain and grabs onto your thigh as he closes his eyes, straightening his back to keep from crying out in pain. Minutes feel like hours as you continue to work on his beaten body. As you bandage up his torso, he whimpers a bit and you whisper a small I’m sorry to him as you continue to wrap his waist. You might have been angry with him earlier today, but right now, you just want to make sure he’s okay. He glances down when you move from his stomach up to his face. You grab a small cotton swab and pour a small amount of ointment on it before you bring it up to the side of his face. As you dab it softly on the side of his cheek, you avoid his eyes that stare straight back at you, regretting what you had said to him earlier.

“I’m so sorry…” he says, and only then do you look at him. That’s when you notice he’s crying, and he looks away from you. You softly run the pad of your thumb over the side of his cheek.

“We can talk later,” you whisper to him.

“No, I have to say this to you n-now,” he coughs, gazes back at you with his tear-filled eyes, and takes a deep breath before he starts. “Y-you are my favorite person. You are my person, and I-I don’t think I have ever trusted anyone more a-and it breaks my heart that you think any differently.” You cry, but he grabs your face with his metal hand and gently pulls you closer to him. “I am so, so sorry that I’ve made you think differently. It scares me how far I would go to protect you and the lengths I would go to get you back to me if you ever had been taken from me because I’m scared of the me that doesn’t have you. I could never live with myself if I lost you…” he sniffles again and you pull away a bit from him.

“What about me?” his face scrunches in confusion but you continue before he says anything. “How do you think I feel when I watch you leave each morning, not knowing if you’ll come back? How do you think I would feel if I lost you? Do you really think that I don’t worry about you every minute of the day? I worry every day, hoping that you come back to me all in one piece because if you didn’t, if you die if you die-” your rant cuts off with a hard sob as your face curls down to your chest.

“Doll…” his hands slide down to your waist and he pulls you over his lap to straddle him as he wraps his arms tight around you and guides you down to him. You bury your face in his neck as he cradles you. His metal arm stays tight around your body and the other holds your head close to him. Then you realize this isn’t right, he shouldn’t be comforting you when he’s the one who injured. You push away only for him to grab your wrists to stop you. 

“Stop Buck, I should be comforting you, I’m just-”

“Don’t, I’ll be fine. The healing will kick in soon. Just being here helps me.”

“You’re always there for me, but somehow I can’t do the same-”

“You do.”

“I shouldn’t force you to talk to me. It isn’t-”

“The man who tried to kill me tonight knew your name.” Your breath gets stuck and you stare down at him. His hands grip your sides, probably more so for his comfort, but you didn’t mind, as your hands were placed softly on his shoulders. “We- we were fighting, and he called out your name and I just froze. He smiled at me and told me he knew where to find you, and when he was done with me, he’d come to get you.” Your words get stuck in your throat as you just listened to the words that came out of his mouth.

“He knew my name?” 

“Yes, and I don’t know how. I don’t know why. As soon as he threatened you, I got so mad I don’t even remember the rest of it. I killed him before the rest of the team even got there, but…” he trailed off. 

“But what, Bucky...” you asked softly. 

“I know he’s not working alone. He got the best of me and now you're a target, too.” It was hard to see him so angry and hurt.

“Buck…” you place your hands gently on the side of his head as he looks at you, tears still falling out of his beautiful eyes. “Listen to me. We both knew this would happen eventually, but I know you’ll do everything in your power to keep me safe, but pushing me away isn’t gonna do anything. We gotta do this together.” A small smile forms on his face and he nods, turning to the side to kiss the palm of your hand.

“I’ll do anything for you, Y/N.” You return his smile. Soon you lay beside him as he pulls you into a hug. “Just let me hold you, you help take the pain away.” You almost start crying again as you let him hold you. You know you probably won’t sleep tonight, but you can’t help closing your eyes to rest as much as you could. After some time, you drifted off just as he did.

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[darkthoughtss]

Don’t Get Too Close

Chae Hyungwon | Chapter One 

pairing: Hyungwon x Reader

genre: angst, smut

warnings: swearing

word count: 1420

20/3/2020 - 8:08 pm

“I wish he would notice me...” You whispered.

You let out a sigh as your eyes followed Hyungwon walking across the room. He looked worn out and tired. 

“You could start by saying hi,” Hyunwoo said behind you. 

You responded with an involuntary muscular spasm as a reaction of surprise. Embarrassed, you let out a nervous laughter. 

“Shownu! I didn’t see you there,” you said. 

He laughed, “I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s okay,” you said with a faint smile.

“You know, a lot of people think Hyungwon is cold. I’ll admit he gives that impression at first but he is genuinely kind. I just think he is a shy person,” Shownu explained while taking his mic off his shirt. 

You bit your lower lip, still feeling embarrassed Hyunwoo had caught you red-handed.

“It is not that.. I don’t think he is cold. I just...” You trailed off.

How could you tell him how you really felt? You were coworkers and should be professional around each other. You felt like this conversation was a tad bit too personal. It could escalate and result in a huge scandal that you didn’t wish for. Although, you knew Hyunwoo would never tell anyone, you knew that if you weren’t careful enough it could easily spread false rumors. But who were you kidding? Even if you had the chance you wouldn’t have the confidence to speak to Hyungwon. He would never be interested in someone like you. You didn’t want the conversation to go any further than that, so you decided to tell a little white lie. Determined, you made a firm nod. 

“You know what? You’re right. It won’t hurt to say hi. So that’s what I’m going to do! Thank you for the advice, Hyunwoo. I really appreciate it!” You said looking straight in his eyes. Your gaze quickly fell down to the floor when you noticed the confusion in his eyes. You escaped the scene before you would expose yourself. 

21/3/2020 - 1:12 pm

You trailed your pen across the paper creating doodles on your manuscript. You were supposed to study the manuscript so you could complete your lines without having to read it again between every take. But you couldn’t focus. You kept thinking about Hyungwon. It’s been over two months since you first realized you had feelings for him. You’ve been working closely with Monsta X since last year. You had the same company as them and the head chief wanted them to help promote your new album. You had been a little skeptical as to why you couldn’t promote it by yourself. You suspected it was because the chief noticed it wasn’t going that well for you and decided their most successful “project” could set things straight. At first the boys just gave you the impression that they were really professional, talented and handsome but other than that they didn’t seem interested to get to know you. You also took the collaboration very seriously especially because you were scared you could lose your one and only job. 

They each had their own charms on screen and off screen. To be honest, you hadn’t noticed Hyungwon that much as first. However, his attractive sides were soon revealed to you. He liked working late rather than early like you, so you met each other regularly. You had witnessed rare moments, a side of him that not everybody got to see. 

(2/12/2019 - 2:45 pm)

You remember one time, when a staff member got scolded in front of everybody for messing up the schedule with some makeup artists which delayed the whole shooting. That staff member had been rude to everybody all day and you felt like he didn’t want to work. You later found out that he was the son of the director as replacement for one of the staff members that notified as sick. Well, after he got scolded he got pushed by people’s shoulders as they walked past him to get outside. At some point he dropped all his papers and nobody looked like they wanted to help. You remember you went over to help him pick up all the papers. He didn’t thank you and just walked away. 

(3/12/2019 - 11:03 pm)

The next day, when you were on your way home, you heard two people talking, almost arguing, inside Monsta X’s dressing room. It was Changkyun and Hyungwon. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop but you couldn’t help but hear the conversation as you walked past the room. 

“Still. It wasn’t your job to do so. You could’ve gotten into trouble,” Changkyun said.

“But I didn’t. What else can I say? I felt bad for the guy, he looked like he had a really bad day and it definitely didn’t get any better by his behavior towards others,” Hyungwon explained.

“Yea, yea, whatever you say man. Next time don’t be so obvious, okay? I mean, if it wasn’t me who caught you on the director’s computer I can’t even begin to imagine what could’ve gone wrong. And all that trouble, just because you wanted to make it look like he actually worked on the schedule! It was obvious that he didn’t have any plans to work as soon as he stepped into-” Changkyun stopped himself mid-sentence. “Wait, I think someone’s at the door,” he said.

You remember how taken aback you were at that moment. How did he know you stood by the door? Did he have some kind of sixth sense or something? You quickly increased your pace when you heard steps walking towards the door. You barely made it around the corner before you heard the door open. 

21/3/2020 - 1:16 pm

And from that moment on, you kept an eye out for Hyungwon. You figured the whole conversation was concerning that staff member you had helped, and you were curious to know why Hyungwon would go that far to help a stranger. And especially someone who most people would think didn’t deserve it. In your eyes, you helped that guy pick up the papers because you were being kind. You knew he probably had a rough day and needed some help. But literally saving his ass by doing something that could get you into trouble? Why would Hyungwon sacrifice himself like that for someone he didn’t know?

You also remember plenty of other times, when he had comforted the other members when they were feeling gloomy. He just always knew. 

(29/1/2020 - 8:17 pm)

One time, you were shooting with the boys, and Jooheon kept messing up. He got more and more upset for every time he didn’t succeed but no one could tell because of his smile and laughter as he tried to play it cool. After the shooting you had noticed Hyungwon used the last bit of his energy to get water for Jooheon. The other boys laid flat down on their backs as soon as they heard the director yell “cut!” because of exhaustion. Hyungwon dapped the sweat off Jooheon’s forehead with a towel, hugged him and made him laugh. And you realized he was comforting him. Your heart fluttered by the thought of the memory. So thoughtful of him, you thought.

21/3/2020 - 1:35 pm

“Y/N!” 

You almost jumped out of your chair of pure shock as your name got called out. 

“Why are you sitting there daydreaming? We don’t have time for that! Stop being lazy and get to work!” The director said after walking past you. 

“I’m sorry! I will do better!” You said with a slight bow.

Your cheeks were warm red as you fumbled through the manuscript. 

“Having problems?” You heard a voice say behind you. 

You gulped as you recognized the voice. Hyungwon.

You turned around to see him walking towards you. 

“Ah, I, Uh..” You stammered.

Why were you embarrassing yourself like this? Say something! 

“Yeah, I’m having trouble remembering my lines,” you said.

You couldn’t look him in the eyes but felt his presence in front of you. Before you knew it, you asked him if he could help. 

“Can you help me? If you don’t mind, of course,” you said. 

“It would be my pleasure,” he said. 

His hand reached out for the manuscript in your hands. 

Were you supposed to do lines with him now?! 

He laughed at your expression and shook his head.

“Here, let me read your partner’s lines and then you’ll try and remember yours,” he said.

You hesitantly gave him your manuscript. He cleared his throat and prepared his voice, “Okay, I’ll start from page 11,” he said.

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[dancingbananassss-blog]

if anyone has any heavyyy angst fanfic (preferably cheating and then heavy regret) recommendations for literally anyone (1d,marvel,harrypotter) PLLSSSS help a girl out‼️‼️

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[jjongchan98]

My first love (NCT MARK ANGST)

Mark was stuck on the same page for nearly an hour already. Miss Emmy could not make it for today that the class was cancelled. He decided to revise the topic for the next class, but for some reasons, he couldn’t. …………………………………………….

“Hyung!” Mark turned to Donghyuck’s direction. “Have you ever love anyone before?” Mark almost choked on his coffee. This was the first time Donghyuck ever asked about ‘love’ and it was kind of weird because it was just not his kind of thing.

“Woah, Donghyuckie had grown up well~~~” Mark giggled and reached over to ruffle Donghyuck’s hair. 

Donghyuck pushed away Mark hand"Hyung, just answer my question can’t you?“ He sighed and stomped on the floor while walking away. Mark found him too cute and run after him, resting his arm on Donghyuck’s shoulder.

"Love, is when you feel so good whenever you are around her that you want her to think that you are special for her. Sometimes, you just want to protect her, because she is too precious for the world.” Saying this, Mark smiled immediately at the thought of someone.

“Hyung, please hide your feelings well, i want to throw up looking at your cheesy face.” Said Donghyuck while acting like he was going to throw up for real. He tried to walked away from Mark out of embarrassment when you passed by. “Oi, shorty! where are you going?”

You gave him a death glare, trying hard not to punch him right on his face. “None of business, bowlhead!”

And you walked away, leaving a blushing, speechless Donghyuck and Mark that was literally rolling on the floor while laughing his heart out.

“Want to protect my butt…” muttered Donghyuck under his breath.

………………………………………….

“Isn’t y/n attractive tho? It’s not easy to find a girl like her nowadays.” Mark looked at Donghyuck to check out his reaction. Donghyuck stayed silent, not giving any response.

Mark smiled, “Are you still thinking about that girl? The one that make you asked me about love that day? Who is she anyway? Donghyuck lifted up his head to look at the sky. The sun was almost set. Leaving the sky with beautiful shade of orange.

"Hyung, I think I want to confess.”

Mark was shocked, but of course he was happy upon hearing this. He thought of Donghyuck as his own little brother, and the news was too good to be true.

“Just be confident! It’s okay to feel nervous tho, it’s normal. You are going to do well, trust me.

Donghyuck suddenly sighed. "But….what if she reject me? I am not that typical handsome guy. What if she hates tan skin? What if….”

Mark stopped Donghyuck before his list went longer. “You ARE handsome. If she rejects you, that is nothing to do with your looks at all. There is something about you that is so special. I am sure she is going to see that. You are worrying too much Donghyuck-ah.”

“Yeah you’re right..” Donghuck felt a little bit relieved but still, he was worried about the reaction he was going to receive. “Hyung too…have courage to tell her.”

Mark was taken aback. “You know?” Donghyuck just nod a little.

“It’s very obvious hyung, your face keeps blushing these days. I don’t know who but yeah, goodluck!” Mark gave him a smile and looked away, staring at the sky above. Donghyuck brought something out of his pocket. A choker bracelet, with a cherry charm. “I am going to confess with this.” He stood up, brushing away the dirts on his pants. “Wish me luck, hyung!”

Mark gave him a quick wave, and watched him walking away. He smiled seeing a happy Donghyuck, skidding a little as he went away. “It must be great to finally tell your feelings to the one you love” he said to himself, sighing as he finished.

He remembers yesterday, meeting you outside the souvenir shop after school with Donghyuck. You greeted him cheerfully and talked about your successful science project, only to be teased by Donghyuck since he claimed to be the one with the highest mark in the project. He remembered giggling over both of you and Donghyuck roasting each other, as always.   He ended up being the peace maker to stop both of you from going any further. You then turned back to Mark to tell him the rest of your stories. You were used to telling Mark everything about school, since he was a very good listener and he will encourage you to do even better in the future. Meanwhile, Donghyuck excused himself and went into the souvenir shop before.

For the countless time, Mark sighed again. He had this feelings for you since your first year of high school, since you’re a very bright person. But he was attracted more to your character, after knowing how good you’re in roasting Donghyuck, that nobody had ever win over Donghyuck before.

Mark looked  at his watch, showing that it’s almost 7 o’ clock . He better went home now or else his mom was going to be worry about him. He went down the stairs carefully, humming as he did. He was stopped by the sight of you. His heart raced like crazy. Maybe this was the best time after all, to confess his feelings to you. He stepped closer to you, and just then, you realised that Mark was coming closer. You waved your hands happily, going closer to him while giggling. Mark felt so happy, seeing you so bright like that. And he knew that he was ready to confess at the moment, for real.

“I got something to tell you!” You said cheerfully when you were in front of of Mark. Mark looked at you softly, with a huge smile, ruffling your fluffy hair. “He confessed to me! Today!” Mark smile disappeared, but you were too excited to realise it.

“You accept him?” Mark stuttered with his words, trying to hide his feelings.

“Yes! And he gave me this” you showed him your wrist. It was a bracelet, with a cherry charms.

The one that Donghyuck showed him earlier.

Mark could not believe his eyes. Now everything rushed into his mind. That actually it already happened a lot of time before. How did he not realise the way Donghyuck looked at you before. That he made fun of you just to be with you. That it was you, the one that he mentioned before.

“Donghyuck…."  Mark muttered under his breath. You looked up instantly.

"How did you know? He told you?” You asked in curiosity.

“No. It’s…I just have a feeling about it. He smiled weakly at you. Now his chances was completely gone, and it breaks his heart the most.

…………………………………………….

For the countless time, Mark sigh again. He just could not move on from the fact that he lose you, all because of his lack of confidence to tell you about his feelings.

He pretended that he was happy for both of you. But his heart felt another way. But everything was already too late.

He walked out from the class, strolling alongside the school corridor. His mind was full of you. To be honest, this was his first time he fall in love, but he never imagine that it would end up this way.

Mark looked up, his eyes focused on the school garden. There, both you and Donghyuck were having lunch together. Donghyuck looked like he was roasting you again, but you seemed like you are thinking of suitable words to fight back. But in the end, you giggled softly took Donghyuck hand in yours. It was the way both of you showed affection towards each other. The way that only both of you will understand.

Mark looked away. His heart was aching that it hurt him a lot, more than before. He turned back, going back to his class. With heavy steps, he walked slowly, willing that he could forget you, his first love.

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[taylorgrace-writes]

Pick Up

Pairings: Steve x reader

Warnings: 18+ kidnapping, torture, violence, injuries, blood, male genitalia 

Word Count: 3K

Genera: Angst

 “C’mon Steve, pick up,” you muttered, holding your phone between your shoulder and ear while you tried to open your apartment door with bags of groceries hanging by your arms. The phone beeped again, sending you straight to his voicemail. Then the key you were attempting to unlock your door with slipped between your fingers and fell to the floor. “You’ve got to be shitting me,” you groaned, rolling your eyes to the back of your head. Sighing, you dropped all the bags onto the floor, keeping one hand on your phone while you bent over to retrieve the key and unlocked the door. As soon as you shoved the door open, you grabbed a handful of bags and clumsily hurried them to your kitchen table, throwing them anywhere you could find space, not caring if they fell out. You once again redialed Steve’s number, putting the phone on speaker as you stumbled back over to your doorway to grab the rest of the groceries and bring them inside. As you set the rest of the bags down on the table, your phone beeped again, sending you to his voicemail. Sighing, you left a voicemail. 

“Hey Steve, I just got home from the grocery store, so uh, once you get this maybe let me know if you still wanna come over tonight, alright?”

You hung up and shoved your phone in the back pocket of your jeans while you put away the groceries. Your apartment was a decent size, not too big or small, which was why you felt you lucked out with it. After all the groceries were put away, you took a deep breath and walked over to the small sofa you had. You flopped down onto it, soon getting lost in thought. Of course, your head immediately goes to Steve. He thinks you should just get rid of your apartment and move to the compound with him, but as much as you would love to do that, it’s never felt like the right time. Steve and the rest of the Avengers are gone a lot, always on missions saving humanity, something you could never do. You didn’t have any super-soldier serum running through your blood or any mutations or powers. These last couple of months have been hard not only on Steve, but on the rest of the team as well. With the rise in crime lately, they’ve been gone a lot and to you spending your time alone in the empty tower will be a little too lonely but that’s one of Steve’s reasons why you should move in because then he’ll know that you’re safe at the tower. Work had felt extra long today, and all you wanted to do when you got home was to slip into a nice relaxing bubble bath and let the worries of the day slip away. Of course, that didn't happen as you had forgotten you needed to head to the market to get groceries, as you weren't about to have to take out for the fourth night in a row. Now, as you lay sprawled out on the couch, you could care less about that nice bath. All you wanted now was for Steve to come over. Being in his presence would help calm you down, but as of right now, it didn't seem like he would be coming over anytime soon. Last night he had suggested having pasta for dinner, but of course, you were all out of food. Grumbling to yourself, you pulled your body up off the couch and start making dinner. Even if Steve didn't come over tonight, at least you would have leftovers for some other time. You started pulling out the ingredients you needed for dinner when a knock on your door caught your attention. Maybe it was Steve? Maybe his phone had died? Multiple thoughts raced through your mind as you walked over to the door and unlocked it, swinging it open. Strangely, there was no one there. You could have sworn you had heard a knock on your door. Suddenly, your vision went black. 

Steve was having a rough day, to say the least. It all started when he woke up late due to his alarm not going off because his phone was dead. He shoved the charging cable into his phone and got changed into sweats and a tee shirt to go on his morning run. He had almost made it back to the compound when he slipped and fell in a puddle of water from the rain the night before. Soaking wet now, he picked himself up and walked the rest of the way back to the tower, where he sauntered back to his quarters and started the shower, only to have it be freezing cold. Damn Natasha, she must have used up all the hot water on his floor again. As he stripped off his sopping wet clothes, JARVIS informed him that there was a meeting taking place with Director Fury in 15 minutes and he was to be present. Steve let out a grunt as he put on dry clothes and headed to the kitchen to grab a quick bite to eat. Once he got down to the kitchen, he realized he had forgotten his phone in his room. Steve retreated and grabbed his phone before rushing back down to grab a quick cup of now cold coffee and head to the meeting. Steve was the last one to take a seat as Director Fury began debriefing them on a new mission that they would embark on after the meeting was over. After finding out it would be an all-day event, Steve was about to text you, only to look down at his phone and realize it was still dead. He must have not plugged it in all the way. All-day long Steve had been busy, not having the time to charge his phone and text you. Along with piloting the quinjet, he also was the leader of his group, calling out orders and trying not to get himself killed. Soon time seemed to slip from him and once he found himself on the quinjet, it was already late afternoon and he had forgotten all about his phone. 

"Hey, have you checked in on Y/N recently?" his best friend Bucky asked him once the autopilot was on, cruising through the sky. Steve's eyes grew large as he had forgotten about you.

"Shit," he whispered out before grabbing his cell phone out of one of the pockets on his pants. "Fuck, it's dead," Steve told Bucky, letting out a groan and rolling his head back.

"Here, you can borrow mine to call her. I'm sure she's okay, though I don't know if you'll be once she's done with you." Bucky joked to Steve as he handed him his phone. Steve thanked Bucky before walking back to the end of the quinjet to call your number, only you didn't answer him. Steve shrugs his shoulders as he walks back over to Bucky to give him his phone back. "No answer?" Bucky asks.

"No," Steve says, shaking his head and looking down at his feet. "She always answers her phone."

"I'm sure she's just busy doing something else," Bucky says, resting a hand on Steve's shoulder.

 When Steve gets back to the compound, the first thing he does is plug in his phone and make sure it's charging before going into his voicemails and seeing all the messages you had sent him. He knows he's going to get an ear full from you tonight. Steve rests on the side of his bed as he presses play on his phone.

 “Hey Steve, I just got home from the grocery store, so uh, once you get this maybe let me know if you still wanna come over tonight, alright?”

 Steve smiles down at his phone, loving the way her voice sounds even though the poor quality speaker. Not caring if he's a sweaty mess, Steve makes his way outside to hail a taxi to your apartment. He just wants to see you after what a long day it's been. Maybe a nice relaxing shower with you would help a few things, too. When he reaches your apartment building, he bounds up the stairs to your loft before reaching your door and giving it a gentle knock. After a few seconds, he knocks again, harder this time. Maybe you didn't hear him? When you still have yet to answer the door, Steve tries the doorknob, finding it ajar. He pushes the door open, calling out your name and scanning the loft.

"Y/N! I'm here!" He yells out, waiting for an answer from your sweet delicate voice or to see you rounding a corner. When your absence continues to grow, Steve's lips turn into a frown, walking over to your kitchen to see a few ingredients set out for pasta. He carefully makes his way through the rest of your apartment, checking your bedroom and bathroom in case you were in there, but no such luck. Trying to remain calm, he takes out his phone, dialing her cell and waiting for her to hopefully pick up. His heart sinks when he hears her phone ringing before looking down to find it on the floor. The screen cracked. "Oh God Y/N..." he mutters, bending down to grab her phone. He holds it delicately in his large hand, admiring her lock screen that showed a photo of the two of them. Suddenly, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Quickly he answers it, puzzled by why the caller ID was unknown. "Hello?" A robotic voice greets his ears as he listens to the phone.

"Come to the warehouse or she'll be killed by midnight." It repeated the message twice before clicking off. Without even thinking twice, Steve is off, running down the back alley behind your apartment building to the warehouse he knows you'll be.

 Your head lolls to the side as you let out a strangled groan at the sharp stabbing pain that seems to be coming from inside your head. Weakly, you try to open your eyes, only to be met with darkness. Were you blind? What had happened? The last thing you remembered was opening your door to your apartment expecting to see Steve there, but then, nothing. You try to remain calm as you attempt to listen to your surroundings. It's quiet, but not silent. If you strain your ears hard enough, you can hear the quiet buzz of New York traffic in the distance. You try to move your hands but find out that they are bound to a chair, along with your feet. Steve had always told you if anything were to happen to you, you just had to stall for as long as you could until he or one of the other avengers came to rescue you. When he had initially told you this, you had joked that if that ever were the case, you would just annoy them until they had to let you go. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like there was anyone here to annoy. That also meant that no one could kill you, as Steve had not found your joke to be funny and told you they would probably just kill you. You turned your head this way and that, trying to focus on any other sounds. Suddenly you heard a gruff voice from above you call out. 

"Lookie here! She seems to be awake!" the loud male voice boomed as you hear him clamber down some metal stairs and walk over to stand in front of you. "How’d ya sleep, sweetheart?" You cringe at the nickname coming off the disgusting man's tongue before you can suddenly see again. You blink your eyes rapidly, trying to take in your surroundings. It seems like you are in some kind of run-down, abandoned warehouse. The wooden planks lining the walls have holes in them, some of them knocked out completely. The one window you see is broken with a heavy layer of dust coating it. You look up to see a metal balcony surrounding the area and in the far corner, a set of stairs leading up to the second floor. The dirt floor is covered in grime, along with your bound legs and feet. The man in front of you smiles. His lips curl up in a slimy grin that shows off his yellow rotting teeth. His hair is a brown, matted, greasy mess, and he smells of rotting garbage. You glanced behind him to see two other men stationed at the front of the warehouse where the main entrance must be. Guns rested firmly in their grip as their eyes peer straight at you and your tormentor. "Not much of a talker, are ya, girl?" The man sarcastically asks before raising his filthy hand and slapping you across the cheek. Your head whips to the side as you let out a harsh breath, knowing a red handprint will soon take its place. "You better learn to answer me when I'm talking to ya!" the man says, grabbing a fist full of your hair and yanking your head back as his spit flies in your face. Your eyes well up with tears, but you refuse to let this man have the satisfaction of seeing you cry. "Otherwise, things might get a little... nasty," he says, raising his other hand to show you the small dagger he's holding, before running it smoothly against your cheek. You let out a quiet whimper as he slowly removes the knife to stand back up, towering above you. "So, sweetheart, what's your name?"

"Y/N." you stutter out, only loud enough for him to hear.

"See, that wasn't so hard." he taunts. You say nothing back as he slowly strides around your chair, twirling the knife between his fingers. "Now I'm sure you know why you're here, so tell me, what is it that you know about Captain America?" You gulp as he rounds the chair once again before stopping in front of you? "Don't tell me I didn't warn ya," he whispers into your ear before he drags the knife down the side of your cheek. You whimper out in pain as you feel the slow trickle of blood run down the side of your cheek. "I know the Captain has feelings for you, that he's been trying to get you to move into the tower with him. Oh, but darling, I am so happy that you haven't." He tells you before bending down so he's only mere inches away from your face. "You're going to be our little prisoner as long as we want you to be. That is, until midnight."

"Why? What's happening at midnight?" you grunt out as he stands back up to his normal height. A smile spreads across his face as he checks his wristwatch, then looks back down at you.

"In 10 minutes, we're going to kill you." Your breath catches in your throat as your eyes tear up. You try to steady your now shivering form, but it's no use. "Oh, don't cry, darling." he frowns, reaching down to wipe a stray tear off your cheek. "Don't worry, me and the boys here are gonna have a little fun with you before your time is up or you could just tell us what we want to know and you'll be on your merry way." The man says, smiling evilly at you. You say nothing as your bottom lip wobbles out as you continue to stare at him. He lets out a low laugh, shaking his head as he walks to stand behind you. "Boys, I believe it's time." the man behind you says as you watch the two guys at the front drop their guns and unbuckle their belts. Now realizing what would happen to you if you didn't talk, you let out a cry for them to stop.

"I'll talk, I'll talk. Please, just don't come any closer." The two guys look toward the man who must be in charge. He must have given them a quick nod as they readjusted their pants, grabbed their guns, and resumed their position by the door. The man comes to stand in front of you, still twirling the knife between his fingers.

"Well, go on," he informs you, gently sliding the knife under your chin as you rear your head back.

"Captain America..." you start, slowly taking your time. "when, when is he," You stop midway through your sentence, taking a deep breath as the man in front of you taps his foot against the ground, getting impatient with you.

"Come on girl, we don't have all day!" He yells in your face, spit flying everywhere.

"Captain America," you start again, "when is he going to get here?" Before you can brace yourself, the man's fist is connecting with your jaw.

"You're making this a lot more difficult than it has to be." he chuckles before motioning for his two men to come over by you. "This girl here's got one dirty mouth, boys. Why don't one of you wash it out for her?" The bigger of the two guys smiles down at you before quickly dropping his gun and unbuckling his pants, pulling out his thick cock. He positions in front of your mouth, but you refuse to open. No way in hell were you letting that disgusting thing in your mouth. Seeing your reluctance, the leader sneers down at you before looking towards his knife and stabbing it into your thigh. You scream out in pain as he yanks it out before pushing his friend in front of you. Afraid of being hurt even more, you slowly open your mouth and close your eyes, praying this was all just a terrible nightmare. Just as you think the stout man is about to stick his cock in your mouth, there’s a loud bang from the other end of the room. Thinking it’s more men coming to get their share of you before your killed, you keep your eyes shut tight, not wanting to see what awaits you once you opened them. You wait for the smear of his salty tip against your lips, but it never comes. When you open your eyes, Steve is standing in front of you, while Bucky has the man pinned up against the wall. The two other guys are dead on the floor. Their throats slit open as blood spill from them.

"Hey Y/N." Steve gently says, tears filling his eyes. He hates seeing you like this. When he and Bucky came crashing in through the door and he saw what those disgusting men were about to do to you, he instantly came up behind the guy who was shoving his weak excuse for a cock toward your face and slit his throat on the spot. Soon taking out the other guy and Bucy took on the other man, fishing for answers about why he had taken you. Steve felt terrible for not finding you earlier. If he had, he could have prevented all of this from happening. You had a deep cut with blood dripping down from your cheek and a large wound in your thigh. You had bruises littering your delicate face and your wrists were rubbed raw from your strain against the rough ropes. Quickly, Steve goes behind you and frees you of your restraints. You let out a whimper as the coarse rope brushes against your sore wrists. He rushes around to untie your ankles as you fall forward into his chest, letting out a sob. He tenderly wraps his arms around your frail form, placing a delicate kiss on your head. "You're okay. I got you. You're safe now." he reassures you. "Can you walk?" he asks as you shake your head no into his shoulder. Your thigh hurts too much and even if you hadn't been stabbed, your body is so fatigued and dehydrated that if you were to stand up, you know you would just fall back down. He moves to pick you up, but you immediately scream out in pain. "I know, I know, but I have to get you back to the tower." Before you know it, your eyes are growing heavy and tired as Steve gazes down at you. "Go to sleep Y/N, you're safe, I got you."

 The next time you open your eyes, you're met with bright florescent lights overhead and stark white walls surrounding you. You glance over to see Steve half asleep in an uncomfortable chair. You try to speak, but with your throat so dry only a harsh cough comes out. This causes Steve to open his eyes. He's over by your side in seconds.

"Hey, how are ya feeling?" he asks, eyes scanning over your form.

"Water." you croak out.

"Oh, right." Steve reaches beside him to grab a small cup of water with a straw poking out of it. "Here," he says, bringing it up to your lips. "Drink slowly, don't want your throwing up." he tells you. After a few sips, you rest your head back against the pillow.

"Thank you." You murmur out. Steve looks at you, puzzled, a frown appearing on his lips.

"No, don't thank me. This shouldn't have happened to you. I should have been there sooner. I could have protected you." Steve rambles as a tear slides down his cheek. You take his hands in yours, rubbing your thumb back and forth over his smooth skin.

"You couldn't have known that was going to happen." You calmly tell him.

"No, but I should have. I should have known eventually someone would come for you. I should have protected you better. I should have been there for you. You needed me and I wasn't there."

"Steve, don't put this all on yourself." You tell him as he shakes his head, looking down at your bed sheets, not meeting your eyes.

"You got hurt because of me. You're in pain because of me. How can I even protect you from terrorists like HYDRA when a couple of low lives in Manhattan were able to get to you?"

"I doubt those guys will be after me again anytime soon and if you're nervous that they will, I'll just find a new apartment."

"No, you're staying here with me. No arguing." He tells you sternly as a small tear escapes your eye. "Hey, no more crying." he chuckles at you, wiping the tear away. All you want to do is forget that this day ever happened.

"Steve?" you ask him softly, worried about his reaction.

"Yeah?" he questions, looking down at you.

"Can you, can you hold me? Please?" you ask him.

"Of course." he tells you before gently sliding your body over so he can slide into the hospital bed beside you. Cautiously, he wraps an arm around you as you burrow your head into his chest, your feet tangled up together. "Is your head feeling any better?" he asks, the vibrations from his chest calming your still anxious senses.

"Just heavy." You mumble out as you snuggle closer to him, breathing in his fresh scent. He notices you getting tired once again as your breathing evens out.

"Rest your eyes. Buck and I will move your stuff tomorrow." He tells you gingerly. "I love you Y/N." he whispers out as he brings you closer to him, promising himself that you will always be safe in his arms.

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[taylorgrace-writes]

Looking At Him

Pairing: Draco x reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

Genera: Angst & Fluff

When you feel you have been staring at him for too long, you have to tear your eyes away, even if you don’t want to. He can’t realize you like staring at him because if he knew, then he would talk to you and you know that wouldn’t end well. You know you’re in love with him, but the thought of that scares you. Not the part about loving him, but the part about loving. You’ve never loved anyone before and you don’t want to. The fear, the terror, the anxiety that comes with loving someone is what's holding you back. It’s what's always held you back. This boy though, the way his lips move when he talks or how his eyes seem to gleam when he talks about something passionate, he’s different. Different from any other person you’ve met before. You know little about him, only that his name was Draco.

Your closest friend Cedric knows about your little fascination over him, but that's it. No one else. You often find yourself staring at the side of his head in potions class or marveling at him from across the room in the great hall. Fear surrounds you and a blush creeps up on your cheeks whenever Cedric catches you staring at the boy. You always glance around, hoping no one else saw you longing for the bleach-blond boy. Just the thought of someone catching you peering at him has your blood running cold through your veins.

To some people, it was easy to talk to someone. To get to know them. To befriend them and eventually fall in love with them, but it wasn’t that easy for you. You wished it was. You know you wouldn’t survive the heartbreak. Your heart wouldn’t be able to be mended if it was broken into thousands of pieces.

You had closed yourself off to love. You refused to never fall in love again, but when you saw him for the first time, you knew you were screwed.

Today was Thursday. It was the last week before Christmas, and all of your classmates were buzzing with excitement and joy. Classes had been busy as professors were trying to get in last-minute quizzes and assignments before winter break began. You had woken up this morning to find an envelope slipped under your bedroom door. Your name had been written across it in beautiful cursive. You smiled to yourself as you gently opened the envelope to reveal a brief note inside.

Meet me in the astronomy tower tonight at 9. -D

D? Who could D be? If it was Cedric messing around with you, he was going to get it. You neatly folded the letter and set it on your dresser before making your way to the great hall for breakfast before classes started. Cedric had beat you down there, as he was already sitting at one of the tables talking to a cute Ravenclaw girl you recognized as Cho. As you made your way over to them, a group of Ravenclaw girls surrounded them, taking Cho with them and leaving Cedric there. When he caught a glimpse of you walking over, he smiled brightly.

“What was all of that about?” you asked as you sat down beside him and started filling your plate with eggs.

“I asked Cho to the Yule Ball, and she said yes.”

“That’s great, Cedric!” you beamed as you gave him a side hug.

“So when are you going to ask Malfoy?” Cedric teased you, causing you to choke on the water you were drinking. Your big eyes looked over at him as you pressed a finger to your lips.

“Shhh, keep it down, will you?”

“Oh, come on Y/N, just talk to him already.”

“Nope. No. Not going to happen.” You said, shaking your head as you took a bite of the eggs on your plate.

“Why not? What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

“Oh, let's see, I could make a gigantic fool of myself and then he would tell his friends and then the entire school would find out and I’d be the biggest laughingstock this school has ever seen!”

“Okay, jeez, calm down.” You let out a breath of air before continuing.

“Were you the one who put that note under my door?” you ask him.

“Note under your door? What? No.” Cedric and you had been best friends since your first year at Hogwarts and you knew he would never lie to you. You slump in your seat, putting your elbow up on the table and resting your head in your hand. You let out a frustrated sigh as you tried to figure out who could have left it. “So are you going to tell me about this note or…” Cedric trailed off as he caught you looking towards Malfoy. “Hello? Earth to Y/N!” Cedric said, snapping his fingers in front of your face to gain your attention. You look at him, startled for a second, before a slight frown forms on your face.

“I was doing it again, wasn’t I?” Cedric shakes his head in agreement as he gives you an apologetic smile. He pats your shoulder gently before asking about the note again.

“So this note…?”

“Oh, right, this morning when I woke up I found an envelope with my name written on it that must have been slipped under the door the night before. When I opened it, there was a note inside saying to meet at the astronomy tower at 9.” You tell him.

“Well, who was it from?”

“That’s the thing,” you sigh. “I don’t know. The person who signed it only put D. There have to be at least a hundred students whose name starts with D.'' You exasperatedly tell Cedric as the bell rings, signaling that breakfast was over and classes started in 10 minutes. You and Cedric both stand up, grab your school bags and file out of the great hall to your charms class.

The day goes by slowly as you wonder who could have left you the mysterious note. Finally, you make it to your potions class. You spend most of the time daydreaming about a certain blonde boy as Cedric takes notes and pays attention to the both of you. With five minutes left until the end of class, Professor Slughorn allows you all to take amongst yourselves as he discusses grades with a few students. You and Cedric mingle a bit before you notice a Slytherin girl walking up to Draco. She has tall, slender legs and beautiful hazelnut hair that flows down her back. She looks beautiful standing next to him as she giggles and flirts with him. You know Draco isn’t yours, but you can’t help but feel a hint of jealousy as the girl playfully nudges his arm. From where you're seated, you can hear the girl talking to him, asking if he has a date yet to the Yule Ball. He smiles down at her and shakes his head no. You know what’s about to happen next. She’ll ask him and of course, he’ll say yes and they’ll go to the dance together and then they’ll start to like each other and begin dating and at that point, you’ll just have to be homeschooled as there was no way you could survive seeing the two of them together every day. Tears form in your eyes as the bell rings and you dash out of the room and up to your bedroom. You flop down onto your bed as you cry into your pillow. You stay there until dinner is over, Cedric coming to check in on you and bring you some leftovers he was able to sneak to you.

“Feeling any better?” he asks as he rubs your back as you finish the food.

“Yeah, I guess,” you murmur.

“Ya know what? I think you need to forget about Draco. You have another admirer who wants to see you in two hours, so let’s get you feeling confident.” Cedric tells you. He’s right. You know he’s right, but how are you supposed to move on from someone so easily? You take a deep breath before looking at Cedric and giving him a smile.

“You’re right. Let’s do this.”

In no time at all is eight and Cedric has to leave to go back to his own room.

“Before I go, just remember to be yourself, and don’t get caught,” he tells you with a laugh.

“Thanks, Cedric. What would I do without you?” You tell him with a smile before giving him a hug.

“I have no idea, just be grateful you have me,” he tells you. "I’ll see ya in the morning. Don’t forget to tell me how it goes!” With that, Cedric closes your bedroom door as you try your best to put some makeup on your face before heading out to the astronomy tower.

The corridors are dark as your wand lights the way for you up to the astronomy tower. As nervous as you are, you try to remind yourself that this is a good thing. When you reach the last step, you take a deep breath before opening the heavy wooden door. At first, you don’t see anyone in there before you spot a head of bleach blonde hair looking down and reading a book. As the door closes shut behind you, he looks up, placing the book down, and walks over to you. This must be a mistake or some kind of cruel joke. Your heart races as your palms get sweaty as you blink owlishly at the boy before you. Draco. You gulp as you squeak out a quick sorry before turning back to the door and opening it.

“Wait,” he calls out. You hesitantly turn back around to see his face flushed, lip trembling, almost as if he’s nervous. As if he’s nervous of you. “Wait, don’t go. I know we’ve never talked before and you probably don’t even know that I’m in Potions with you and you have no idea what my name is but…” he trails off, bringing up a hand to scratch nervously at the back of his neck as he looks down at his shoes.

“Draco,” you murmur as his head raises. “Your name is Draco.”

“Yeah,” he says, giving you a slight smile. “And your Y/N.”

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[taylorgrace-writes]

Going Under

Pairings: Chris x reader

Warnings: mentions of cancer, medical references, death

Word Count: 639

Genera: Angst, Whump, Deathfic

Part: 6

Authors Note: Did I cry while writing this last part? Yes, I most certainly did.

The day you died was the worst day of Chris’s life. The day had started just like any other that week. Chris had woken up uncomfortable in the chair near your bed. He had looked over to your still sedated form. You looked so peaceful, so calm. As he watched your chest rise and fall an alarm soon started to go off, along with a few others. Chris watched as your breathing became more erratic before yelling out for the nurses. The room once again was filled with nurses and doctors before Chris heard a noise he had been dreading to hear ever since he came here with you. The unmistakable noise of the heart rate monitor producing a constant ear piercing sound. The sound of death. Before Chris had any time to react doctors were shouting out orders as a nurse ushered him from the room, closing the door behind her. Chris was locked out, no way to reach you, nothing he could do. 20 minutes passed by before all the doctors and nurses came out of the room, your primary doctor coming over to Chris. 

“I have good news and bad news.” The doctor said as he approached Chris. “The good news is she’s alive.”

“Oh thank God.” Chris breathed out, bringing his hands to his face as he cried in relife.

“The bad news is she probably won’t make it through the night. The sedative we had her on was causing her heart to slowly rupture. Luckily we were able to prevent that from happening right away but it's very close to bursting. Because of this we no longer want to sedate her but are all nervous about her reactions to you. She seemed to be okay around a few of us, myself included but we’re not sure how she’s going to react around you. She is asking for you though.” The doctor told Chris. Chris nodded his head, before letting out a quiet thank you. He slowly walked back into your room. His eyes met yours as a faint smile graced your lips.

“Chris.” you breathed out. Chris had to hold back a sob at his name falling from your lips. You no longer looked like you, you no longer smelt like you, you no longer felt like you, and now you no longer sounded like you but Chris knew it was still you. 

“Y/N.” He whimpered out coming over to your bedside. You tried to speak out once again but it ended in a coughing fit. “Shhh, don’t talk. Don’t worry. I’m right here.” 

“Love you.” Your raspy voice came out, filling the air. 

“I Love you too baby. So much.” Chris told you. “Want me to read to you?” he asked as you shook your head yes. “Okay.” Chris whispered out, grabbing his book before returning to your side. As he reads, your eyes softly fall shut. Soon Chris is drifting off as well. When he awakes again it's to your doctor shaking him awake. 

“She’s gone.” The doctor tells him. A heartbreaking sob falls from Chris’s lips as he holds your body to his. 

“No, Y/N, please come back to me. Please baby. Please come back to me. I can’t do this without you. Please don’t leave me.” He desperately begs as he holds onto your limp body. 

“We’ll let you be.” The doctor informs Chris as he and the nurse leave the room. Chris gently smooths back your loose hair from your face before giving you one final kiss on the forehead. He raises up on shaky legs, walking to the door only to look back at your still form.

“I love you Y/N, goodbye my love.” And with that he walks out, closing the door behind him on not only your body but on his life with you as well.

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[taylorgrace-writes]

Going Under

Pairings: Chris x reader

Warnings: Medical references, mentions of cancer, needles

Word Count: 2k

Genera: Angst, Fluff, Whump

Part: 1

Authors Note: I am in no way shape or form in the medical field. I have no idea if anything of this is "correct" so please don't come at me! -T

You thought it was just going to be a normal doctor's visit. Just the standard check-up that everyone had around every two years. Chris offered to come with you and you said yes. Going to the doctors gave you enough anxiety as it was but with Chris by your side you knew it wouldn’t be that bad. Everything had gone completely fine until the doctor left the room to bring your blood test to the lab. You sat on the examination table, swinging your sock clad feet back and forth as the white paper below you crinkled with the movement. Chris sat patiently in a chair in the corner of the room, giving you a reassuring smile. You gave him a weak smile back as you looked down at your hands that were fidgeting together. You knew you had no reason to be nervous as everything else had been fine and you were almost free to leave but the scary thought that they might find something through your blood test had your anxiety rising.

“I wonder what’s taking the doctor so long.” Chris remarked as he looked down at his phone to check the time. “He only said it would take 10 minuets at most.” You looked up at the clock that hung on the wall, seeing that it had been 20 minutes since the doctor left. You looked back at Chris with worry written all over your face. “Hey, I’m sure they’re just busy.” He told you knowing you were undoubtedly thinking the worst. You let out a sigh, shaking your head in agreement. Chris was probably right. The parking lot had been pretty full when the two of you got there and the waiting room was definitely not the quietest. Another 20 minutes passed agonizingly slowly before the doctor finally knocked on the door and entered. He was looking down at his clipboard intently, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. “For a second there I didn’t know if you were going to come back.” Chris joked to the doctor letting out a small chuckle. The doctor looked up at Chris giving him a soft smile before turning to you.

“Y/N, the lab found some um abnormalities with your blood work. We would like you to come back tomorrow for some follow up procedures just to make sure you’re okay.” You looked at Chris wide eyed, your head filling with dread.

“What kind of… abnormalities?” Chris asked, chewing on the inside of his lip.

“We detected some traces of liver enzymes in Y/N’s blood.”

“Is that a bad thing?” you asked, voice shaky with concern.

“No, not at all. It’s actually quite common to have small traces of these enzymes in your blood. Your’s is just on the higher end so we want to make sure it's not something more serious.” You nod your head in confirmation before looking back over at Chris. He gives you a reassuring smile before standing up to shake the doctor's hand.

“Thank you so much doc, really appreciate it.”

“Of course, a nurse will be coming in shortly to go over prep for the procedure and to retrieve your clothing.” The doctor tells you and Chris, before shaking you had. “See you tomorrow.” He says before walking out of the room and closing the door behind him. Not even 30 seconds after he leaves a nurse knocks on the door coming in with your clothing and a small pamphlet.

“Hi Y/N, for your procedure tomorrow there really isn’t much you need to do for prep since we only need to take some blood and then bring it back to the lab. Just make sure to stay away from the foods in this pamphlet.” She tells you as she hands the pamphlet over to Chris before handing you your clothes. “You can change and leave whenever you're done just make sure to stop by the front desk to make your appointment for tomorrow.” She tells you before leaving. You slowly stand up, untying the gown from around you and putting your normal street wear back on. When you're done you take Chris’s hand as he leads you to the front where he schedules the appointment for you.

The drive home is quiet and before Chris can say anything to you, you're jumping out of the car and running into his home. You bypass Dodger as you run upstairs to the room the two of you share. You can hear Chris calling after you but you don’t care. You’re scared about tomorrow and right now all you want to do is escape from the world. Chris finds you in the bedroom, snuggled up under the covers as you try to hide away. You feel the bed dip as Chris sits down on the edge of it next to your huddled up form. He rubs your back for a while before slowly lifting up the blanket to see your tear stained cheeks and red watery eyes looking up at him.

“Oh baby.” He coos before sliding in next to you as you cling onto his shirt.

“I’m sc-scared.” you whimper out only for him to shush you as he strokes your hair.

“It’s okay to be scared, baby. That’s normal but I promise whatever we find out tomorrow that you’ll be okay.”

“How do-do you know-know that?” You sniffle up at him.

“Because you are the bravest, strongest, toughest girl I know. I mean look at ya! You somehow manage to put up with Dodger and me on a daily basis.” He jokes, making you giggle a little. “It’s going to be okay but you need to believe it's going to be okay too.” he tells you. “Can you do that for me?” he asks as you give him a small smile, nodding your head in agreement. He gives you a big smile before giving you a kiss on the forehead and pulling you closer to him.

The rest of the night goes by smoothly but when you awake the next morning your anxiety has resurfaced. You quickly throw on a pair of jeans and a shirt before heading downstairs to the kitchen where you find Chris already up and making breakfast.

“Hey baby, how’d ya sleep?” He asks, looking over his shoulder at you before going back to making his famous scrambled eggs.

“Okay.” you whisper out as you find a seat at the island.

“The eggs are almost done.” he tells you as he grabs two plates from the dishwasher. He loads them up along with some fruit and toast before setting one down in front of you and the other beside you where he usually sits for meals. You wait patiently for Chris as he pours the two of you some juice before sliding into the chair next to you. He smiles at you before digging into his food. You shakily pick up your fork, stabbing some of the egg onto it before bringing it to your lips. Out of the corner of his eye Chris can see your trembling hands. He knows you're nervous so he tries to take your mind off of it by talking.“So I was thinking, maybe we could go to the doctors this morning for your procedure then we can have the rest of the day to ourselves. We can take Dodger on a walk, maybe get some ice cream…” He trails off sending a knowing smile in your direction. Chris knows you love ice cream as it's one of your favorite treats, he was expecting to get some sort of reaction out of you but instead you just hum in agreement as your leg bounces on the edge of the chair. “Baby it’s going to be alright.” Chris says, resting his hand on your bouncing thigh. You look up at him giving him a weak smile before pushing off the chair.

“Thanks for breakfast Chris.” you tell him before heading back upstairs to your room. A frown forms on Chris’s face as he looks down at your plate. You had barely eaten a thing. Chris lets out a sigh before looking down at Dodger who whimpers out, laying his head down in his paws.

“I know buddy, I hope she’s going to be okay too.”

Before you know it Chris is leading your trembling form down one of the hallways in the hospital. Your eyes dart here and there trying to focus on the doctor's white lab coat in front of you as he leads you and Chris to a separate area of the hospital where more advanced blood tests are done. You can hear the doctor talking to Chris but in your anxiety induced state all you can make out is the mumbling of the two men’s voices. The doctor leads you into a room with a large reclining chair that Chris softly guides you to sit down in. Again there’s the muffled noise of the men’s voices but soon they stop as you hear the soft click of the door shutting.

“Hey baby,” Chris says, scooting the chair he was seated in next to you. “How ya feeling.” You look at him, eyes glossy and bottom lip wobbling. “Hey, it’s going to be okay Y/N. Remember what we talked about last night? You’re going to be okay but you have to believe in yourself.” You nod your head slightly. Soon the doctor arrives back with a nurse who explains how everything will work. You jerk at the cold antiseptic wipe she runs over your arm before she pulls out the needle. You know it's small but the thought of it scares you, making you let out a whimper that catches Chris’s attention.“She’s really nervous.” Chris tells the nurse. She looks back at you before speaking up.

“Would you like your boyfriend to hold your hand?” she asks. You shake your head vigorously as Chris lets out a chuckle, standing up and walking around to the other side of you. Your grip on his hand is tight as Chris continues to watch you observe all the vials that need to be filled. When the nurse is ready she instructs you to look at Chris so you don’t have to watch the blood leave your body. You let out a sharp breath as the needle is inserted into your arm, your eyes welling up with tears.

“You’re okay baby, you're doing great.” he comments as he rubs small circles with his thumb on the back of your hand. In only a matter of minutes all the vials are filled and a bandaid is placed over your arm.

“We should know the results in about an hour. You can either stay here or go get something to eat while you’re waiting.” The nurse tells the two of you. Chris looks down at you giving you a smile before looking back up to the nurse.

“I think we’ll go have some lunch first.” The nurse gives you a smile and shakes Chris’s hand before walking the two of you out. “So what do you wanna do for lunch baby?” Chris asks, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Taco Bell?” you ask him.

As you and Chris munch away on your food he gets a phone call from the hospital informing that your results are ready and to come back whenever you're ready. You had been so calm during lunch, practically forgetting about the test results. You know when Chris stands up to throw out his garbage that it’s time to go and the anxiety returns. As you walk into the hospital Chris has his arm around you again.

“The scary part is done baby, they’re just going to go over the observations with us then we can go home.” You smile up at him as he pulls you a little closer to his form.

This time a nurse leads you to a different room with a long table and chairs on either side. Your doctor and a few other people are already in there when you and Chris arrive. They were all talking quietly but all went silent as you and Chris came in. The doctor comes over to shake your hand and then Chris’s before instructing you to sit. In front of you is a box of tissues, a small paper cup of water, and a plain manila folder. You look over to Chris as he rests a reassuring hand on your thigh. The doctors soon start talking but you quickly zone them out, their scientific words passing right over your head. You catch only chunks and phrases like ‘liver’, ‘weight loss’, ‘nausea’, and ‘loss of appetite’. You have no idea what this all means but when you look at Chris he seems to know and it's not good. Tears are silently running down his cheeks as his hand tries to wipe them away.

“Chris, what’s wrong?” you ask him as he chokes back a sob.

“Y/N, you have cancer.”

Cancer? How could you have cancer? You were healthy and completely fine two years ago. What has changed since then? When the two of you got home Chris finally stopped crying, he knew he needed to be strong for you. He also understood you had no idea what was going to happen to you. Chris motioned for you to come sit on his lap while he rested on the couch.

“Baby, do you know what's wrong?” he asked you, you shook your head no. Why had he been crying? You could get rid of cancer, and you were young and healthy, you would bounce back in no time, so why was Chris so upset over this? “Y/N, you have metastasis liver cancer. The doctors don’t know how you got it, or why you got it so young, but it started down here,” he tells you, pointing to your chest. “But it started to move and now it's up here,” he tells you, pointing to your head. “In your brain.”

“Can’t they get rid of it?” you ask him. Chris looks away from you for a beat, biting his cheek before looking back at you.

“No, they can’t. The chemo treatment would be too risky on your body and could kill you quicker than the cancer.”

“Will I die from this?” you ask Chris, tears now sliding down your cheeks as well as his.

“Yeah, baby. The doctors think you have around a year left.” Chris chokes on the last part as you bury your head into his chest. How could this be happening?

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[icepower55]

What You Think is Right: Chapter 12

@mightbewriting​ made me this awesome cover--she’s the best!

“Please stop saying that.” The moment is a blister, and her nail is poised above, flirting. If she punctures the sac, the wound will either heal or fester. “You’re angry, Draco. You can say that you’re angry.”

AO3

FFN

Recommended readings:

"The Conditional" by Ada Limon, a beautiful poem. I'll leave the thematic connections up to you :)

"poem on my fortieth birthday to my mother who died young" by Lucille Clifton 

I promise the next and last chapter will be up soon! Please let me know what you think!

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[icepower55]

Cycles of Revision

I wrote this two-shot months ago, felt ashamed of it, tried to rework it, didn’t get anywhere in reworking, thought oh heck, let’s just post it. I’m trying to be less of a word perfectionist and to accept that I’m still learning and growing. It’s not perfect, but it’s here, and it’s a labor of love and a new style of writing.

For @blankfishxx​, because I adore you!

“Are you listening to me, Scorpius? I’ve told you, over and over, to clean this room. Look at it! This is–”

“Let him rest, Hermione.” Scorpius spies another pair of knees, the indent of movement under dress slacks. “Hatty will do it tomorrow.”

Hatty, the paid house elf: a compromise between his parents that feels more passive aggressive than cooperative.

“Scorp’s had a long day of practice.“ Dad’s voice sounds light, but even without seeing his face, Scorpius can imagine the lines marring his forehead. “He’s probably tired.”

His parents knees are parallel, and still. Very still. The air crackles with something. He can’t ever find the name for it, but it’s like how animals can sense an incoming flood. That’s how he feels about his parent’s fights. Intuitive. Primal. A sixth sense.

PS: This is not a happy Dramione story, but it is hopeful!

PPS: Let me know what you think

AO3

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[taylorgrace-writes]

Going Under

Pairings: Chris x reader

Warnings: mentions of cancer, medical references, hallucinations

Word Count: 675

Genera: Angst, Whump

Part: 5

The weeks leading up to your death were like no other. You had been moved to the hospital permanently as you slowly became worse and worse. Chris spent every waking moment with you, even sleeping everynight in the uncomfortable hospital chair that was next to your bed. Each day the pain seemed to worsen. Soon instead of praying to get better you prayed to die. You just wanted the pain to stop, you wanted it to go away. The doctors and nurses gave you all the pain meds they could as Chris just sat helpless by your side as he watched you wither away. Nights were spent crying out in pain or trying to fend off nightmares. Before you knew it your nightmares were no longer just nightmares they seemed to come in the day light too. Soon you could no longer tell what was real and what was fake. Doctors, nurses, and visitors alike soon turned into monsters but not Chris. No, Chris was always there, he was alway Chris. He was the only one able to comfort you in these times. While you saw monsters attempting to poison you Chris saw nurses trying to pump you with more pain meds. When you saw mad scientists in lab coats forcing Chris to listen to them Chris saw doctors who were informing him about your condition. When you saw strangers arriving to poke and prod at you Chris saw family and friends coming to say their goodbyes. Then one day, Chris turned into a stranger too. 

You had been sleeping for a few hours while Chris read in one of his books. He knew you were going crazy and you soon would no longer be in his life but that was something he tried not to focus on. He tried to convince himself that you would be okay, that you were just sick and soon he would take you home and life would go back to normal but deep down he knew that wasn’t the case. Chris glanced up at you as you slowly opened your eyes. 

“Hey baby, how ya feeling?” he asked. He watched as your eyes grew large, before you let out a scream. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked as a few nurses came rushing in. 

“You're, you’re not Chris. Wh-where is Chris?” You asked, eyes darting around the room.

“Baby, it's me. It’s Chris.” Chris told you, tears coming to his eyes. 

“No. You're not Chris. Where is Chris!” You screamed out, struggling to get out of the bed. Before you knew it the nurses were surrounding you, trying to hold you down as doctors came running in. 

“We have to sedate her.” One of the doctors announced, grabbing a syringe with propofol and trying to insert it into the IV attached to your arm. As you saw the mad scientist coming near you with some unknown substance you began to cry and thrash out even more. Doctors, nurses, and security guards alike were all trying to hold you down as Chris sat dumbstruck, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Somehow the doctor was able to sedate you and in a few short minutes you were out. Everyone started to file out of the room except for your primary care doctor and nurses. Chris explained to them what had happened as they told him what else to expect from you. They explained to him that they wouldn’t be able to help you with your pain if they couldn’t administer anything to you which meant that until you passed away the safest thing would be to keep you sedated. Once they left the room Chris broke down crying. You had seen him as a monster, as a stranger, as someone he wasn’t and there was nothing he could do to convince you otherwise. He missed you. He missed his Y/N. Whoever this cancer had turned you to be wasn’t the real you. He kept reminding himself that this was the cancer talking, that somewhere deep deep down you must recognize him.

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[taylorgrace-writes]

Going Under

Pairings: Chris x reader

Warnings: mentions of cancer, bed wetting

Word Count: 1k

Genera: Angst, Fluff, Whump

Part: 4

As the weeks went by you became less and less yourself. You became constantly tired, no longer wanting to do anything at all. Your appetite was little to none and in the course of 4 weeks you had lost up to 50 pounds. Most nights were spent dry heaving over the toilet bowl as Chris rubbed slow circles on your back. Your hair had been falling out in patches and clumps until there was none at all. Headaches became a constant pain and nurses would be coming over to the house to check on you daily. Friends and family came over less often and soon your bedside table was littered with sympathy cards. Tear stains were ever-present on your cheeks and you couldn’t even remember the last time you smiled. Chris was the only constant in your life these days. He always stayed by your side no matter what and was always there for you. His constant reassurance and positive manner was something you deeply relied on. Even though each week was more difficult than the last you would have never thought it would come to this point. 

You and Chris had been laying in bed watching some sitcom on the television as you rest your eyes. Chris had been quietly reading to you, something that you enjoyed ever since he read to you that first night you stayed over at his place. It had been storming out and to get your mind off of it he started reading to you. Now, whenever you were stressed, scared, or just wanted to hear his voice he would read to you. As you lay in bed listening to his soft voice you hadn’t even realized the dampness seeping out from under you. Chris soon paused in his reading which prompted you to open your eyes. He slowly lifted the covers to find a large wet spot around your thighs and upper back. Now realizing what you had done you immediately burst into tears. Your breath comes out in short gasps. 

“Hey, no, baby, it’s okay. It’s okay.” Chris tried to tell you as tears streamed down your cheeks. “Y/N, hey, it’s okay. Come on, you gotta breathe for me, sweetheart.” Your big glossy eyes looked up to meet him as he grabbed your hand to put it on his chest. “Big breaths, remember?” He asked you as he exaggerated his breathing, trying to get you to mimic his own. Soon your breathing evened out as Chris continued to calm you. “There you go. Good girl. You’re doing so well for me.” He told you. “I’m gonna go start a bath for you okay?” He told you as he slipped out from beside you. You waited for him in the now wet sheets before he came back for you, helping you to the bathroom before assisting you out of your soiled clothes and placing you into the tub. “Relax darling, I’m just gonna go start the wash and change the sheets okay?” You let out a hum of approval before he walked out, back to the bedroom. After he left you let the tears fall. You were so embarrassed. How could this have happened? You were a grown-up for God's sake yet you were peeing the bed like a little girl. How could Chris stand to be with you? 

After Chris threw your wet clothes along with his into the wash he returned back to the bedroom to strip the sheets off the bed and throw those in the washer too. He remade the bed with fresh sheets before going downstairs to the kitchen to make an important call. 

“Hey, mom.” He spoke into the phone. “Um, Y/N wetted the bed. I just, I don’t know how I’m supposed to help her.” His mom told him what to do and how to help you. Chris knew that you must be embarrassed as he would be too but he also knew that this was no way your fault at all. The doctors said that there may be a slight chance of you not always being able to control your movements so Chris had stocked up on things he thought might help. He set out a waterproof cover over the mattress of his bed before grabbing you a fresh pair of pajamas and some absorbent panties for you. When he returned back to the bathroom he found you seated in the tub, knees pulled up close to your chest as your arms wrapped around your body. You were sniffling, hot tears coating your cheeks as you sat in the now cool bathwater. “Baby it’s okay,” Chris told you as he helped you out of the tub. You were confused at the new panties but Chris explained them to you, reassuring you all the while. As he helped you back into bed you were startled by the slight rustling noise coming from under you. Again Chris explained to you about the cover. As soon as he finished you burst out once again in tears. “Baby, it's okay.”

“I’m so sorry Chris.” you whimpered out to him. 

“You have no reason to be sorry. This is completely normal. The doctors told me this might happen.”

“I just can’t believe this. How can I be so helpless? I mean, I can’t even hold in my pee anymore.” You told him, breaking down.

“Y/N, you're not helpless. Look at you! You’re so brave and strong. I’m not even sure if I was in your place if I could still be alive. And who cares if you can’t control your movements all the time? The doctors said this might happen and it is in no way your fault. Trust me I don’t mind a little pee. It sure as hell beats cleaning up Dodgers half-dead rabbits he finds in the yard.” Chris told you as you let out a small chuckle. “I know you must be embarrassed but honey you have no reason to be. I know you can’t help it and I promise I’ll be here for you. You don’t have to worry, baby. I’m not gonna leave you just because of that.” Chris told you, pulling you closer to him. “I love you so much, all of you, no matter what.” 

“I love you too Chris,” you whispered out as he placed a gentle kiss on your lips. 

“Now, where were we?” he asked before grabbing his book off his nightstand and continuing where he had last left off.

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