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Guardians: Hey, didn’t Thanos kill you?

Summary: How Tom found out about your pregnancy and how it simultaneously almost ruined your relationship.

Words: 2.5k - Angst to fluff (I wrote fluff? what??)

Warnings: Nothing

Disclaimer: There is a small part in here that I remember vaguely from another fic (the part about the pendant, but it was a ring and from a Harry Styles imagine about him giving the reader the silent treatment because she loses it) and I feel like I owe that person some credit even if I just focused two paragraphs around it and it was a rather different idea! I searched all over for the fic but couldn’t find it so if anyone knows, then please send me a message.

It started out when you lost something that hadn’t only meant a lot to him, but also you. It was the rose gold necklace with the heart pendant- one given to you by him on your one year anniversary and now two years later, you rarely took it off. It was something unspoken that meant a lot to your relationship. Your symbol of everything you’d overcome as a couple.

The thing was light as a feather and sometimes you even forgot that you were wearing it. The silver never clung to your hair or scratched the back of your neck, so that was why it took a while for you to realise that the jewellery was no longer where it usually sat, and that your neck was no more then naked. You shrugged it off but deep down, you wanted to tear the house apart for the object so that’s what you did until three am.

steve: where is that song even coming from?

Summary: Based on the song ‘Stitches’ by Shawn Mendes. Where Tom is in an unhealthy relationship and comes to you one night when things get too hard,

Warnings: Toxic / verbally abusive relationships!! Please do not read this if it will trigger you. 

Words: 1.5k

Notes: This was partially based on a really amazing imagine called ‘Cherry Wine’ by one of my best friends @pumpkinparkers | I don’t know whos pic this is but if it’s yours I’ll happily give credit!

This has also barely been edited because it’s 10pm and I need dinner!! Enjoy :-)

You watch me bleed until I can’t breathe

“Can I please– Can I please come in?”

You stared wide-eyed, grip limp on the door handle. Your friend– your best friend stood on the other side of the door, eyes red and raw filled with unshed tears that in no way matched the stains that ran imperfectly down his swollen cheeks. Tom looked broken, like glass shards scattered across a kitchen floor or an iPhone littered in messy, piercing cracks. His curls were no longer curls, but strands of hair that looked tugged at and teased and you hated everything about it. Not because he didn’t look like Tom– your Tom, but because he looked to be in more pain than you could comprehend and you couldn’t work out if it were mentally or physically.

“Get in– god, Tom, you look a wreck.”