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one-boring-person · 2 years

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Heyyy, I’d like to humbly request another Gunnar Jensen fic if possible!

I was imaging something like the reader is part of the expendables (youngest on the crew) and Gunnar is always teasing and joking with her. Then a rough battle occurs and her face gets horribly injured (badly enough for a wicked scar to form) and she’s understandably upset. So of course Gunnar does his best to treat her wound and comfort her?

Basically hurt/comfort which I am a sucker for 😅

Thank you so much!!! And I want to remind you that you are amazing and talented!!! 💕

I hope you like this😁 and thank you so much for the compliments!❤

Badass.

Gunnar Jensen (The Expendables) x reader

Warnings: violence, gun usage, injury detail, blood, death

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"Sure you're ready for this, kiddo?" Gunnar's unrelenting teasing has long since worn off on me, his jibes going mostly unnoticed now as I check the magazine of the assault rifle in my hands.

Rolling my eyes, I lock and load the gun, turning to face him with an unimpressed look, watching as he mimics my stance, his eyebrow cocked, lips pulled into a lop-sided grin. Mocking his expression, I respond, edgy from the nerves building inside me.

"Sure you are, Blondie?" I feign sniffing the air, "Because there's an awful smell coming from you."

"I think your perception's off, kid." He only laughs, reaching out to tousle my hair, using his height to his advantage, "I can only smell it coming from you."

I reach out to shove his chest, annoyed by him, only to look round guiltily when Barney interrupts us.

"Play nice, you two." He scolds, fixing us both with a pointed look, picking up his gun.

Blushing in embarrassment, I mumble an apology and finish checking myself over, falling in behind Lee, who laughs quietly. Toll steps up beside me, grinning to himself, thankfully keeping his eyes trained on the door of the bunker we've holed up in, adjusting his hold on his weapons. Caesar and Gunnar drop in behind Toll and I, already bickering under their breaths, always more at ease than I am, their perpetual camaraderie giving them a much easier time than I'll have. Not for the first time, I find myself regretting being younger than the men I'm working with, cursing my lack of experience.

"Everyone ready?" Barney grunts from beside Lee, glancing back at us.

We nod, giving our agreement enthusiastically for the most part - I'm more eager to prove I can do what they can than anything else, fed up with being overshadowed in every mission we've done since I joined a year ago.

"Alright, let's head out!" Our leader moves forward and kicks the door open, gun at the ready, going out into the open.

Following him, the rest of us file out into the debris-strewn street, racing to find cover as gunfire immediately pelts the cobbled floor under our boots, figures in black materializing in the hollowed windows of the buildings opposite us. Many of them litter the ground, too, automatic artillery hammering us relentlessly, leaving dark marks where the bullets have hit, dust flying up as they collide with the fallen cars and trucks in the road.

From my position behind a toppled transit van, I have a good shot at many of our attackers, bringing my gun around to take aim. Firing, I allow my own rounds to tear into the fighters trying to pick us off, taking down three or four in the first bout. A sniper spots me, heavy shells slamming into the metal flank of the van shielding me, startling me momentarily. Cursing, I duck down and shuffle along the length of the van, looking for a place to go, catching sight of Toll and Caesar making a run for it somewhere in front of me, taking the best possible spots.

Glancing behind me, I swiftly scan the buildings backing us, taking particular interest in the empty upper floor windows. None of the enemy fire is coming from there, so it must be somewhat safe...though there could likely be landmines hidden all over the place, so it's a fair gamble.

Biting my lip, I decide to go for it, waiting for a brief break in the fire before I race out from behind my cover, throwing myself into the shadow of an old phone box as rifle slugs hit the cobbles where I previously was. My shoulder protests somewhat as I roll to a stop, planning my next course of action as I push onwards again.

Grenades begin exploding around me, flares of writhing flames and deadly torrents of hard debris lighting up the whole street. My ears ring from the gun and bomb report, my ear protection having come loose in my attempt to get behind the Phone box, high-pitched buzzing now making it harder for me to hear what's going on.

Charging near-blindly through a rapidly setting fog of dust and smoke, I stumble towards the building, holding a hand in front of my face, now wishing we used helmets in our endeavors. The gun clutched at my side, I wince as bullets graze past me, barely missing my frame as I finally reach my destination. Slamming my back against the inside wall, I stop and catch my breath, blinking in the sudden clarity afforded by the shelter the building allows. Taking up my gun, I steel myself and move further into the interior, locating the ramshackle stairs in seconds.

Once on the upper floor, I move into position by an empty window, placing every footstep carefully so as to avoid any mines hidden in the mess. It's painful work, climbing around piles of rubble whilst trying to maintain some speed, but I manage, kneeling behind the windowsill, my rifle placed on the splintered stone.

Shouldering the weapon, I reach into my pocket and pull out a small scope, switching the gun from automatic to manual as I slot the aid into place, adjusting it to suit me. Steadying my fast breathing, I push my eye up towards the scope, getting my bearings before I start to take aim through the thick haze of smoke.

Following the flashes of gun fire, I locate my first target, squeezing the trigger once, then twice, just to be certain, knowing the first shot is often just that little bit wide. When the gunfire doesn't start back up from that point, I move on, repeating the process with another shooter, a little further away. Once more, the insurgent doesn't continue firing.

A bullet suddenly ricochets off of the stone by my hand, shocking me into defensive action. Twisting away from the window, I roll underneath the sill and aim the gun down my body, peering into the darkness behind me, breath held. Tense, I stay stock still, finger applying miniscule pressure on the trigger, ready for action.

Everything in the room is still. Nothing stirs, meaning the bullet came from the outside.

Exhaling, I compose myself and lean back up, getting into position again.

This time, I can see a little better, some of the smoke having cleared. Through the thinning haze, I notice a familiar, tall blonde making his way across the street, headed towards an injured Caesar, who lies with his arm cradled against his chest, playing dead. As Gunnar moves, I see a shooter standing from a point of cover, aiming at the Swede.

Swiftly, I swing the gun round and fire, hitting his leg on the first shot, the second tearing through his head, blood spilling from the wound as he collapses to the floor, writhing once, twice, then going still.

Spinning, Gunnar locates me, giving me a thumbs up, only to frantically gesture suddenly as he spots something beneath me. Confused, I cock my head, frowning when Toll, who has moved up beside Gunnar, joins in.

I have next to no time to react to the object being thrown into the open window before a storm of fire envelopes the previously safe space. A deafening crash ensues, a shockwave throwing me forwards and out of the window. Pain erupts in the side of my body, flashes of light rendering me blind as I fall through the air, arms flailing, unable to hear a thing now as the ringing in my ears increases tenfold. Suddenly unaware of anything, I can only cry out as I careen through the air.

Agony replaces the pain as I slam viciously into the ground, my limbs, head and body colliding hard with the cobbles. My skull cracks against it, hopefully not broken but damaged nevertheless, my shoulder fracturing gratingly as it connects with the stone, leaving me unable to move. Consumed by pain, I lie there, my hands no longer holding the gun as my vision tries to clear, my head spinning.

Hands are on me all of a sudden and I have to fight the urge not to strike out, dreading the pain of the action despite my better judgment - If this is an enemy, I'm being stupid just letting them manhandle me. A tap on my wrist calms me, however, as I recognise the code we have to distinguish between friend and foe when someone can't see or hear. Eyes still darting around to find my helper, I cry out as they move me, picking me as carefully as they can, holding me against a firm chest. It's all I can do to stay conscious.

The painkillers have thankfully taken effect by the time Barney has the plane up and flying again. A dull ache still resides in my body from the multiple wounds and breaks, but I'm in one piece, so I ignore them and try to relax.

Toll and Caesar are asleep, snoring softly in the back whilst Gunnar and I remain awake, avoiding eye contact, my fave averted entirely. I'm not a pretty sight at the moment: the explosion burnt the side of my face, leaving me with a horrible mess of twisted, gnarled flesh where the smooth skin used to be, fluids already leaking out of it and onto the bandages the guys put in place to keep the wounds clean. I feel disgusting, my chin tucked into my chest, head pressed against the side of the plane to avoid looking at anyone, arms wrapped around my legs, which are drawn to my torso.

"Hey, kiddo, you alright over there?" Gunnar's voice is softer than usual, still gruff but quieter and without the sarcastic edge.

I don't lift my head, my eyes flicking over to look at him.

"Never better." I mumble sourly, fighting back tears from the humiliation. I tried to prove myself to the team - to Gunnar in particular- and now I look like a fool. A reckless, childish fool.

The Swede frowns, regarding me closely, seemingly battling with some urge, until he finally stands from his seat and comes to sit beside me, closer than usual. It surprises me, but his body heat is palpable beside me, and so the urge to lean into him arises.

"How's the pain?" He questions, glancing awkwardly at me.

"Agonizing." I murmur, averting my gaze again.

"You're gonna have some wicked scars." He offers, trying to smile at me.

A tear rolls down my cheek at the reminder, the emotions pent up inside me threatening to spill over now, my resolve crumbling fast. I try to hide it, but he's quicker than I am, his large hand lifting to wipe away the droplet of water.

"(Y/n)..." He starts, but I cut him off, turning to face him properly, eyes blazing with anger at myself.

"I don't want scars like these! These are the scars of an idiot who didn't pay attention! It's my fault I've ended up like this, I was dumb and reckless, and I could've cost any of the team their lives because of it!" Tears start to stream down my fave properly now, hot on my skin, "I'm the fool who nearly killed themself because they weren't looking. I should be better at my job than this."

Embarrassed and ashamed, I turn away, intending to go back to my original place, until a pair of hands on my waist pull me back. Suddenly, I'm hoisted onto a lap, cradled against a firm chest as Gunnar holds me close, wrapping his muscular arms around me.

Before I can protest, he cuts me off.

"You had no way of knowing that guy was gonna throw a bomb at you. He was out of your line of sight, for God's sake. The fucker even got past us." He rubs my back slightly, placing his him on my head, "Anyway, I think you running across the road and up into the building was one of the smartest things I've seen. We wouldn't have won that fight without you, not at all. Your new scars are just a testimony to that."

Gunnar leans down and whispers close to my ear.

"And I think they'll make you look more badass, too. And hot as hell." He chuckles, his words making me blush and let out a weak chuckle, comforted by the large man's clumsy attempts at making me feel better.

"Thanks, Gunnar." I sigh, lifting a hand to rub away the tears staining my cheeks. He bats my arm away gently and does it for me, smiling down at me fondly. Settling into his arms, I relax, enjoying his hold around me, feeling safe in the circle of his arms, which he can almost wrap around me twice over. It's warm in his grip, the comforting heat seeping into me through our clothes, soothing me.

He doesn't reply to me, smoothing back my hair instead and pressing a soft kiss to my forehead before leaning back, keeping me against him.

"Come on, get some rest." He hums, rubbing my back carefully.

It's his slow movements and affectionate presence that eventually lulls me to sleep, my wounds forgotten as the painkillers set in properly.

#gunnar jensen #Gunnar Jensen x reader #Gunnar Jensen imagine #the expendables #break writes #dolph lundgren

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myloversgone · 3 years

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Drabble: Don't even bother making the bed

Author's note: So, I had this weird-ass dream, which also turned out to be very interesting. As I was sharing it with my friend @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior , I had this idea for a short Dean x Reader story. In my dream, Dean/Jensen had the Soldier Boy look (longer hair + beard), hence the gif and pic above. Please, notice I'm not a native English speaker, so I might have made mistakes. Also, this isn't beta'ed and I wrote it on my phone, before going to bed (it's 1AM here and I have to wake up early, so help me God).

I hope you guys like it! ❤

Rate: M - Mature (not sure, but better safe than sorry...)

Warnings: mentions of sexy times, and I think that's it.

He was laying on his stomach, his chin on top of his joined hands so he could keep his head up while he watched you.

Dean always does that. Every time you have to work early and he gets to stay in bed, he wakes up when your alarm rings so he can watch you get dressed.

He doesn't bother to put on his clothes, though. So, when you finish putting on your blouse and tidying it up, you look at him and you can't help but smile. He's absolutely gorgeous. For the first time since you started dating, you managed to convince Dean not to shave and cut his hair so often. Now, he was sporting a short beard and his hair was longer than you've ever seen. Nothing like Sam's hair, but still long for Dean's standards.

Obviously, he looked hot as hell. The longer hair gave you something to hold and gently pull every time he gave you so much pleasure you needed to keep your hands on his head to keep yourself from losing your goddamn mind. And the beard gave your skin new marks, more physical proof of how intensely he loved you.

Sometimes it was really hard to believe that man was all yours. You were his, always was, since the first time you met, but you never had much hope about Dean feeling the same. Turns out he did, and when you found out, he made sure to not let you doubt the intensity of his feelings for you ever again.

"You're so beautiful". His deep voice, thick with sleep, brought you back from your wandering thoughts. You smiled, feeling your cheeks get warm. "Thank you, babe. I wish I could stay in bed with you a little longer". You said, pouting and walking the short distance to the bed where he was laying. As you bend down to reach his face, he lifted his head to meet you halfway. The feeling of Dean's soft lips on yours was something you could never get used to. You didn't want to get used to it, really. That excitement you felt every time he kissed you, that tingling on your skin where he touched, you wanted to feel it forever, and you knew you could only have that with Dean.

"Sweetheart", he said against your lips. "If you don't want me to drag you to this bed and make you get late for work, you shouldn't be doing that". You chuckled, removing your hand from his delicious bare butt you couldn't help yourself but to squeeze when he deepened the kiss. Dean's butt was as perfect as the rest of him. Firm, muscular, soft and round. Your hands always ended up searching for his butt when he was on top of you, between your legs. God, just thinking about it and you're already wet.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist". You answered, not really feeling sorry and knowing he liked to know how much you loved his perfect ass.

"I know, and I love you for it". Dean gave you another gentle kiss before you could stand up and finish dressing.

"I love you too. And don't even bother making the bed, Dean Winchester. I wanna find you still naked on those sheets when I get home. You said you wanted to do some things to me last night, and I intend to make you keep your promises". You winked at him as you left the room, making sure to sway your hips a little, just to keep him interested.

"Yes, ma'am!". He yelled back, making you laugh.

#dean x reader #dean winchester fic #dean winchester drabble #dean x reader drabble #spn fic #supernatural fanfiction

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navybrat817 · 3 years

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Another Winchester fan here! Jensen looks so fucking good with his natural long hair 🔥❤

- Venus

Venus! ❤️ Yes! I adore this look. It also makes me feral. 🔥 Can we please have? I'll have to share more Dean and Sam love with you.

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #dean winchester ask #i love him your honor #venusofthehardsells #asks are always appreciated

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wondershawns · 4 years

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4 & 19 from the prompt list with Raul please!❤

“Prompt 4,19 Raul” (anon)

A/N: Look at me actually finishing a request! I wrote this today and didn’t really have time to go over it, but I won’t be able to until the end of the holiday season so I figured I’d just post it like this. The prompts were “H-how long have you been standing there?” and “I’m so stupid to make the mistake to fall in love with my best friend.”

“Am I weird?” You stared up at the ceiling, pulling the covers up to your neck tighter.

“What makes you say that?” Raul would have typically answered yes, you were weird, but you were also his best friend and he knew when to be serious.

You had this movie night planned a few days ago, and while it usually lasted longer you were exhausted, so you were simply lying in Raul’s bed, lost in your thoughts.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Did Jensen do something stupid?”

“We- we’re not together anymore.” You admitted in a small voice, bringing your hands up to cover your face.

“Wait what? Since when?” Raul rolled to his side and touched your wrist to make you look at him, a frown settled on his face.

“Since yesterday.” You bit the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from crying again.

“Honey… Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I haven’t seen you in a while, and I just wanted a normal night, not a shitty night of me crying because for some reason no guy can stand me for more than two months.”

“Okay, first of all, it was never going to be a shitty night. We’ve had hundreds of movie nights and we’ve done a lot of dumb shit, just because you’re sad doesn’t mean it would have been a bad night.” Raul rubbed your arm. “Second, you know that’s not true, if that dumbass couldn’t see how amazing you are that’s his fault, not yours.”

“Yeah…” You sniffled, and you quickly found yourself engulfed in a tight hug.

“You have so much love to give honey, and he doesn’t deserve any of it.” He did his best to comfort you. “You’re going to find someone who’s going to love you every second of every day, I won’t let you settle for any less than that, okay?”

You fell asleep in his arms, comforted by his reassuring words and the way he rubbed your skin until he was sure you were sleeping.

He kept an arm around you through the whole night to make sure you wouldn’t wake up on your own on the other side of the bed, but when morning came and you were still asleep he decided to get up.

He found Peter in his kitchen, which wasn’t much of a surprise since his was being redone. They lived close enough for Peter to just come around Raul’s place when he needed to use something, it was only for a few days and it wasn’t like they weren’t used to being in each other’s space.

“Morning,” He grabbed a pancake from the plate Peter was filling, his thank you for being able to spend time here while his apartment was a mess.

“Morning,” He pushed the maple syrup towards him, but Raul didn’t take it, instead he tore a piece of the pancake off and popped it into his mouth without adding anything to it. “How was last night?”

“Was fun,” He answered after he chewed. “We didn’t stay up very late, that Jensen broke up with her.”

“Oh, well… she could do much better anyway.” Peter felt bad for her, but he was glad she was done with him.

“Yeah, she could, he was an asshole, I hated seeing them together.”

“It’s not the first time you can’t stand her boyfriend.”

“I think I’m in love with her,” He told Peter, completely out of the blue. It was the first time he said it out loud, to one of the rare people he would ever trust with that kind of information. He had known for a while, and it was eating him alive, he had to tell someone before he completely lost his mind.

“Raul,” His brother saw you standing by the door, your eyes wide open.

“No, seriously, I never even say that, but I love her, I really do. I’m so stupid to make the mistake to fall in love with my best friend” He ran a hand through his hair and tugged on the curls that were getting too long.

“Raul turn around.” Peter turned the stove off, knowing he was probably going to need to make some space.

“H-how long have you been standing there?” He would have closed himself off and left with anyone else, but not with you, he couldn’t hide from you.

“I’m just gonna go.” Peter quietly brushed past you, and you waited for him to close the door behind himself.

“I’m guessing you heard most of that.” Raul’s hands were shaking, and he wished like he could just run away.

“The main part,” You didn’t ask if he meant it, you knew he did. Raul struggled telling his family he loved them, he wouldn’t have said that about you if he wasn’t sure of it.

“Then there’s a few things we probably need to talk about.”

“How long?” You needed to know if this was recent, maybe a small crush because he hadn’t been with anyone in a while.

“More time than I’m willing to admit.” He didn’t even know the answer himself.

“Raul… Jensen and I just broke up, I really can’t do this now.” You didn’t know what you were supposed to say to that, Raul was always safe to be with, to talk to, and it was the first time you had no idea of how to deal with a situation between both of you.

“I understand, and I’m not asking anything of you, just… whatever you need right now.”

“I need my best friend, but I need to know you can still be that.” You breathed out, unable to deal with more until you had processed everything that happened in the past week.

“Of course, I… I was expecting this, so, uh, that’s why I wasn’t ever planning on telling you. I would have rather avoided all of this, because it doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter, we can’t just hang out and cuddle and pretend there’s nothing going on.”

“And that’s why I didn’t want you to find out.” He sighed. “I don’t want things to change, they don’t need to. I know where you stand and I knew it before, and I can deal with it just fine, I don’t want our relationship to change over this. You’re my best friend, and I won’t ask for more.”

“Okay,” You said it despite all the thoughts running through your mind. “I promise I’ll try not to let things change.”

Things changed. Things changed when you spent the next two weeks obsessively thinking about Raul, and the only conclusion you had come to was that he was the perfect boyfriend. He was your best friend, he knew how to make you laugh, how to get you to talk, how to surprise you, and he was always there for you.

He was there when you had problems with you family, with your friends or with your relationships. There wasn’t a single time in your life when Raul let you down, if you needed him he was there for you, always.

It worked both ways as well, you knew everything about him, and you couldn’t get bored of each other. You couldn’t stop thinking about being in a relationship with him, it was always on your mind, ever since he had brought it up you brain was filled with ‘what if’s’

He slowly went from unreachable best friend to potential boyfriend in your head, and as much as you tried to deny it you wanted him too. The thought was new, and it scared you, there was no way you could ever tell him, especially since he reciprocated the feelings. If he knew he would want to give a relationship a try, and you weren’t ready to risk your friendship.

It was only a few drinks in at a party he was also attending that you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

“Tipsy?” Raul asked when he saw you come towards him, with a little less grace than you normally had.

“I’m past tipsy,” You leaned heavily against him and wrapped your arms around his torso. “I’m drunk, and I need a hug.”

“Well, I can fix the hug thing.” He held you close, rubbing your back soothingly.

“You really give the best hugs.”

“Stay here then,” Raul chuckled, resting his chin on top of your head. You tightened your arms around him, staying as close as you could. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” You took a small step back, but he kept a hand on your arm.

“Nothing you want to tell me?” He insisted a little because you were rarely that clingy, even when drunk.

“Do you like this party?”

“It’s okay,” He answered mechanically, he wasn’t having the time of his life but it wasn’t a bad night either. “Why?”

“Can we go home? Please?”

Raul couldn’t say no to you. He grabbed his jacket and found yours before returning to you and calling an uber to take you both back to his place. Your head rested on his shoulder for the whole ride, and his thumb caressed the back of your hand until you were both out of the car.

“Do you want food?” He knew the Subway across the road was still open.

“I’m okay, just wanna cuddle.”

“Alright honey,” He took your hand and led you into the building. “You go first.” He handed you a t-shirt and a pair of boxers for you to sleep in.

You found yourself in the bathroom to clean your face and brush your teeth before you put on his clothes. Raul took about half the time you did to get ready for bed, and he joined you under the covers as soon as he was done, letting you shuffle until half of your body was on top of him.

“Ready to talk to me yet?” He pulled the covers up and made sure they covered you.

“I can’t talk to you.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s about you.” Your face was hidden in his chest, and he rested his on his pillow to stare at the ceiling.

“If it’s about me maybe I’m the person you need to talk to.”

“Well did you talk to me when you realised you had feelings for me or did you go to someone else?”

“Touché,” He mumbled, his fingers tracing up and down your spine. “But we’ve been dealing with that just fine, so whatever you’ve got to say, it’s going to be alright. We’re always gonna have each other.”

“Fine,” You gave up because you were drunk and tired and why did anything matter anyway? “I’m in love with you too.”

“Wow wait what?” Raul was expecting to hear anything but that, and you moved off him. “Hey, where are you going?”

“Forget I said this,” You turned your back to him and curled your body to make yourself smaller, too insecure now that the words had left your mouth.

“You can’t just drop that on me and tell me to forget it!”

“Well it’s what you did to me.” You replied, and a frown settled on his face.

“Because you said you didn’t have feelings for me, because I was supposed to be the only one dealing with trying to be your friend when all I want is for you to be my girl.” He knew exactly how much it hurt to be around you knowing nothing more than friendship would ever come out of it, but not being around you at all would be much worse.

“Well now I guess there’s two of us.”

“Why? We don’t need to pretend there’s nothing between us if there is.” He touched your back to make you turn back towards him.

“What if we can’t be friends again after that? I’m not losing you over this.” You let him rub your arm reassuringly.

“Honey, there’s no after that. If I’m with you, I’m going to be with you until the end, you’re never losing me.” He understood your insecurity, it was exactly why he never told you about his feelings, but if you both had them he didn’t feel like it should be a barrier anymore.

“You don’t know that.” You just couldn’t risk it, there were so many things you would have never gotten through if it wasn’t for Raul supporting you.

“I do. If you’re with me you don’t get to worry about losing me, in fact you’re going to wish you could get rid of me.” He didn’t see himself going anywhere if it wasn’t with you, and he wished he was better at expressing his feelings so that you could understand that too.

“I would never.”

“Yeah, me neither. I’m always going to want you, and I wouldn’t tell you we should be together if I thought I was risking losing you. I’m never going to want anyone else, you’re everything I need.” He didn’t know how to put it, there were so many things he wanted to say, but ultimately it all came down to three words he struggled to get out.

“Raul…”

“I love you,” He added softly, watching your eyes pool with tears.

“I love you too,” You knew how hard the words were for him to say, and it made them so much more valuable.

“Come here,” He reached for you and brought you closer.

“I can’t lose you.” You couldn’t pretend that you didn’t want everything with him, but it was so hard for you to let go of the safe relationship you always had.

“You won’t. Pinky promise.” He held his hand out and you linked your pinky with his, giving him all of your trust.

“Pinky promise.”

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