avengers imagines smut/fluff/angst

drown

2 weeks. 2 weeks without her. the longest 2 weeks of my life. i thought breaking up with y/n was a good idea, it didn't seem to be working. the scenes played through my mind once again.
flashback
"if you're joking tom this isnt funny. you got me, you can stop the prank now" she laughed half heartedly, tears forming in her eyes. "i can't
y/n, i can't do it anymore" i said harshly, moving away from her. she stood up, going to touch my arm but pulling back as i was.. poisonous. "o-okay. i'm sorry for wasting your time. i'm sorry for whatever i did wrong. i-i should go" she ran out of the building, her sobs audible from even 10 feet away.

but in those 2 weeks i had missed her more than i could've ever imagined. i glanced at the clock. 3am. fuck i can't do this anymore. id spent to long thinking about her and not acting on it. i picked up my phone and opened our chat.

tom
hey. this is a bad idea, i know. i can feel it. and after everything i put you through it wouldn't surprise me if i never get a reply to this but here i am, 3 in the morning and you're the only thing i can think about. you've been on my mind ever since we broke up. fuck. i miss you y/n, it was the biggest mistake of my life. i love you more than anyone please can we talk this out.

as soon i sent the message, the pit in my stomach grew. i threw my phone down on my bed and ran my hands through my hair, frustrated and angry at myself. "fuck!" i screamed, slamming my hand into the wall. as the pain seared through my hand, my phone rang. i scrambled back to it, unlocking it immediately. it was a video. there she was.
y/n. sat in a club, drink in hand and singing her heart out. my heart shattered. i really had fucked up. she didn't even miss me. the message that went with it was clear.

y/n
you know, i thought she was doing alright for a while. she seemed to be moving on- zendaya.

i looked at the message confused. why was z out partying with my ex? as i pondered, a second video came through. as i pressed play, i felt the tears in my eyes begin to form. it was y/n again, on the floor. she was wet, almost drowning in the alcohol spilled all over her, but i couldn't take my eyes off her face. she was crying, her chest heaving heavily. the sobs were almost silent but so hard hitting. she looked a mess.. she was in pieces. shit, what have i done. i read the message beneath it.

y/n
if you truly love her, don't text her again. she doesn't deserve the bullshit you've put her through. yeah i thought she was getting better. but fuck man, you broke her.
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a/n
i'm perfectly aware of how AWFUL this is so i apologise
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