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stararch4ngelqueen · 7 months

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Motivation

(Part 2)

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Time Written- 10:23 p.m.

I wrote this 3 times and gave up. Severely gave up

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“Wakey Wakey, sweetheart.” His lightly exhausted tone nearly roused your eyes open.

A faint click of a bedside lamp invades the silence shortly before Jason shuffles out of bed, displaying a warm glow to your light sensitive vision.

A small groan falls from your mouth, your eyes shutting closed in irritation from the distraction of your comfort. His arms left their sanctuary around your waist, a kiss of warmth remaining along your tummy before he readjusted a soft, thin blanket over your tired body.

Jason was considerate enough to turn off his alarm nearly three minutes before it goes off, saving his special girl a few minutes of precious sleep. As the midsummer sun dies down behind fluffy clouds, golden rays of light reflecting off skyscraper glass into the dead of the night, Gotham’s wild crowds creep out from their crooked caverns to play.

“Hey mama. Sorry to ruin the fun, but I think my arm ran out of blood flow.”

“Do you need it?” Your faint, croaked rumble spews from your barely moving lips.

“I mean, I suppose I’ll need it to fight an’ aim guns at unlucky bastards. Guess that means you gotta lose the pillow.”

Another groan leaves your lips before reluctantly raising your head, setting his arm free from its prison. You spent a minute of quiet suffering before Jason’s fingers cupped your head, guiding you to raise it just enough to slip a fluffy pillow to settle your pretty brain on.

The A/C was on full blast, the blank noise lulling your tired minds to sleep around seven. While it was counterintuitive to be snuggling together in this hot summer heat, you wanted nothing more than to be in his company, comfortable in his safety.

Bare feet shuffling along hard foot floor shifts to heavy rubber soles as Jason gets dressed. Soft cotton and polyester drops to the ground, replaced with tactical fabrics and scrunching leather. A short sonnet of clicks and snaps follow as he adjusts his belt and holsters, getting everything comfortably situated on his person.

“You’re not angry with me, are ya?” He clicks his tongue, fighting off a smile at your lack of response.

“Earth to Goddess.” His calm voice invades your ears as the floor creaks, the dressed vigilante shuffling to his knees beside the bed, settling close to your face.

“Princess.” Jason lightly chimes, brushing your cheek with the back of his pointer finger.

He then proceeds his ever loving assault via planting various kisses along your face, ranging from your cheek up towards your forehead, back down to your nose.

“Babygirl.” He cooes against your sweet smelling hair.

“Do you have to go now?” Came your eventual, irritated whine.

He leans forward, mattress gently creaking as he pressed his lips just under your ear for a quick kiss. “Not yet. You got me for five more minutes.”

Jason settles his head on your collarbone, your nose slightly tickled from locks of soft, dark hair. His eyes are closed, but for once, they’re content with peacefulness. That, and the events that would come within the next month, changing their lives forever.

Jason’s smile widens as your fingers mindlessly trails random shapes along his open palm, your hands always lingering somewhere along his body.

“Y’know I’d give just about anything to get back in bed with you,” his armored chest rumbles with his lowly spoken words. “But, I’m a little big in this get up to be this close to you at the moment. Don’t wanna crush you.”

Those sudden words couldn’t help but make you smile, scoffing just a bit. Ever the doting, overly concerned, slightly overdramatized, loving man he is.

“I don’t know who’s bigger right now,” your exhaustion let you speak in ghostly whispers. “You, or me.”

“Well, you’re the pregnant one,” he says, fighting off a strong, snarky remark with an amused smirk. “So, you definitely take the win with that.”

The look you gave him the second your eyes snapped open made him chuckle, as if he willfully insulted you. The irony of it, considering he was around 6’4 and 250 pounds, a large percent being complete muscle mass while you carried a seven pound baby.

“Kidding, babe. Kidding,” he soothes, trailing a few fingers along your swollen tummy just over the blanket. “Just trying to joke off the nerves. Doesn’t help that it’s my first time…”

“It better be your first time,” you mutter under your breath.

“Yeah yeah, It is. Don’t worry.” Jason’s voice is soft, his cheeks turning a light shade of red at that, and he can’t help but smile as the two of them laugh quietly at her joke.

The weight of their child is a constant pressure on your body to create an incredible miracle. It’s certainly something new, he always wants to make sure his little mama is happy and healthy. Mostly happy.

He trails a finger down your stomach, pausing when he feels a faint thud near the round lower edge of his palm. For eight months teetering on the edge of nine, the baby was definitely getting active.

“Think your boy’s getting ready to fight those unlucky bastards with you.” You lightly chide with a small grin.

“Language, mama,” Jason retorts, flicking some wisps of hair away from your head. “Don’t want ‘em to hear those foul words. An’ I’m not in the market for sidekicks.”

You frown again, scoffing at his hypocrisy.

The surrealism was intense, affecting him from the center of his brain towards the tips of his hands and toes.

Your boy, his boy. His son.

“You two keep the bed warm for me.” Jason murmurs before pressing a few goodbye kisses along your cheek. “I’ll come back with breakfast when you wake up, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper, consciousness struggling to remain afloat. It’s a silly mental image; the reaction of the owners of an early bird, go-to diner frantically scrambling out of shock and awe when Red Hood himself enters their establishment.

He stands from the floor, lovingly glancing down at his beautiful, pregnant woman cradled in bed, nestled with his pillow, perfectly content.

“Be safe,” you whisper to him, watching him reach towards the lamp to shut it off. The warmth of the vanished lap changing his eyes from a strong emerald green back towards a crisp, steel-cut teal.

“I love you.”

Your voice always sweetened the deal, a perfect lullaby once it was his turn to sleep.

The perfect motivation for him to look forward to every morning.

“Love you too, mama.”

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #dc Jason Todd #jason todd dc #jason todd x female!reader

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wintersera · 8 months

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forever mine || alpha!karina x omega!reader

notes: AGAIN sorry for the delay anon but here’s the request!! fun fact i wrote this while listening to the super mario galaxy ost 😭

cw: OMEGAVERSE, alpha karina, omega reader (obvs), maybe rina is a little possessive, use of toys, biting, scratching, g!p rina, creampie, breeding kink

wc 2.2k

your alpha girlfriend was so sweet and caring, the best alpha you could ever wish for. unlike other alphas, she was never too aggressive with you, rather, she was too careful with you- biologically she should’ve been treating you like you were her toy for breeding, but i guess not. nonetheless she was still a great alpha girlfriend.

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fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK

first of september- the first ever day since you’ve forgotten to buy your heat suppressants since you started dating jimin. your stomach drops as your pheromones begin to waft around your workplace filled with pure blooded alphas.

shit shit shit i’m dead, oh i’m screwed what do i do? ohhh god what do i do?

it was sorta stupid. yeah- an undercover omega in a job filled to the brim with hardworking alphas. you were doing a great job of convincing everyone that you were just a simple beta. that’s how you landed your job in the first place, but now because of this one stupid mistake, you were bound to lose your job.

“guys…” head manager, a very big alpha man in your words, spoke up. his head tilting and nostrils flaring as he’s looking around the office, confusion on his sharp features “…are you smelling that?” with the attention drawn on your floral scent, you begin to panic as the other alphas begin sniffing around too.

ough,, how do you get outta this situation fast “i think i’ll head out early guys. whoever has their heat is driving me insane it might trigger my rut” how bad of a lie was that. it didn’t matter anyways, dashing out the room with your blazer and bag in, hand rummaging around your trouser pockets as soon as you make it out of the building.

“jesus christ jimin pick up please, please” walking, no- sprinting to the direction of your apartment. you knew your heat was gonna hit you badly. you’ve been taking suppressants for years so having a full blown pheromone disaster for the first time in years was going to be crazy. people were looking at you like you were crazy, but you’d rather have many people look at you weird than have your scent imprinted on the damn streets.

“what’s up?” thank the lord, she answered her phone just in time.

fumbling for your keys trying to shove it into the door lock, you sigh with a heavy breath “uh,, um jimin i’m going into heat- i already feel funny” unlocking the door, you fling yourself into the apartment, slamming the door shut with a loud bang.

“what do you mean going into heat? did you not,,, oh well shit okay give me a few minutes” hanging up the call.

not so much to your surprise, slick was coating your cunt like crazy. to the point where it started to go through your trousers and down your legs. the need you had for your girlfriend was so unbearable.

in a haze, you wobbled to your shared bedroom and grabbed one of her used shirts. her clothes smelt so good, the lingering scent dripping from her clothes was enough to make you keel over and plop onto the bed. you felt yourself getting slicker, your needy cunt needing your alpha to come over and fuck you silly was growing stronger each second she wasn’t in the room with you.

taking matters into your own hands because you couldn’t wait any longer, the feeling of your heat coiling in your stomach was too much. your brain was giving into your biological urges and you needed to get off now or you’d suffer. grabbing a pile of jimin's clothes and making somewhat of a nest on the bed, you surround yourself with the scent of freshly ground coffee. quickly taking off every single piece of clothing, getting right back up to open the box of toys you kept just in case a moment like this ever happened- searching for anything, any toy, that could satisfy you while you wait for your alpha.

whereas jimin on the other hand was worried sick. throughout your two year relationship with her she’d never seen you in a proper heat. like yeah, the heat suppressants and scent blockers helped quite a lot so you were never heavily affected by the symptoms. of course omegas would usually never get this horrible desire to mate this early into their heat, but unfortunately for you, you did have this raging urge to mate so early.

you weren’t so very conscious, you were starting to feel groggy, a feverish high temperature when you touch your head began to appear. this heat was kicking you in the ass and you couldn’t take it anymore- taking the vibrator in your hands and placing it on the highest setting, your hands make there way all the way down to your throbbing clit “a-ah, hnnng jimin come quick…”

so so desperate for her, you pick up your phone hoping that she would answer your calls “please- please pick up jimin”

“i’m almost home baby, do you need something or…”

“just hurry up i’m begging you to come home pleaseee” and who was she to deny your request. stepping on the gas faster knowing that her precious little omega was in need of her alphas presence. she could here your desperation deep within your voice.

“don’t worry i’m about to park soon, just wait for me okay” jimin, knowing how she acted during your very suppressed heats, believed that she could never submit to her instincts since she has never done so when it came to you. that quickly changed as she opened the door, the scent of roses attacking her as she stepped inside. it was a thick scent, it stuck to everywhere and it didn't help that you couldn’t open the windows in time, now your walls were coated in this thick floral scent.

it took jimin a lot of willpower not to give into her urges right there. she felt her rut kicking in and it made her growl in discomfort. never feeling this way in a while, because she took rut suppressants since the two of you started dating, she started growing hazy much like you did. she was a pure blooded alpha which didn’t help either, the intensity of your heat did rounds on her and she had strongest urge to mark you up.

you could hear her footsteps grow louder and louder, her low growls could be heard with the door still shut. quite impressive. she didn’t even say anything when entering, taking off her work clothes only leaving just her boxers on, the line of her hard cock showing through made you whimper out loud. your slick was practically drooling out from your pussy.

in her eyes you were nothing more than a snack to be devoured. her red eyes peered down at you like you were some sort of prey, and you must admit that pure blooded alpha jimin was really arousing to watch. pheromones in the room were strong as hell, your thick sweet floral scent mixing with jimin’s freshly scented coffee smell made a delicious combination. the scent alone driving you two mad.

she went to sit on the bed, still peering at you meek little body. with hunter like eyes she stared you down and licked her lips, “sit up omega” obeying your alpha like the good little omega you are, you sit up from the nest of clothes.

she could hear little puffs of air pour out of your lips, stifling a chuckle as she watches you struggle to sit up straight and look at her straight in the eye. hooking you up with ease, jimin had your body pressed up against hers, sliding one of her hands in between your thighs opening them up with a strong grip “you look so needy for me” a second goes by and she’s shoving you back into the pillow.

“fuck” jimin whispered “how do you smell so good” nuzzling into the crook of your neck, “you smell so tempting, fuck, i can’t-“ she gave your thighs a firm squeeze, exhaling shakily “you need to take me right now, i can’t take it anymore. i need to feel your tight cunt around my cock” her voice low and coarse. in a flash she slipped her cock into your dripping heat, mewls threatening to escape your mouth.

if you weren’t too dazed and horny you would’ve been saying how you’ve waited for this exact moment. jimin didn’t spend anytime fucking around with foreplay, she went straight into pounding your slicked up hole with no mercy. everything she did set your body ablaze, her hands were touching every single inch on your body and it felt so fucking good.

like a ravenous animal she attacked your neck, licking, marking, biting your throat all whilst groaning. her animalistic mind wanting to show that you’re her omega and nobody else’s and by that she had to litter you with marks of any kind, purposely rubbing her scent to mark you as her omega.

every thrust made your back arch slightly off the bed, hitting all the spots you never knew could feel good because of how nice she usually fucked you. you felt how fast and precise her movement was, and it was heavenly.

as your back arched closer to hers, she shifted even more closer to you, practically pinning you onto the bed by hooking both of your legs above her broad shoulders. hitting even deeper then she previously did before, you felt the tip of her cock graze your cervix “mmfh, fuck, fuck- my baby feels so fucking good” saying all that while she’s harshly sinking her teeth into your shoulders.

“s’too much,, ah- jimin, g-good” her urges began to flare up, the only thing on her mind was to mark you up for good. like she was oh so desperate to keep you as hers.

pulling her cock out, in between breaths she instructs you “turn around. y/n turn over for me.. need to- need to fill you up“ taking your legs of her shoulders and flipping you over with ease, again with her predatory gaze, she stares right at your exposed ass in which tempted her to completely destroy you until you can’t stand anymore, leaving you in a state of vulnerability so that she can take care of you.

her alpha instincts were indeed controlling her every movement, the loving and caring alpha you knew was gone. all was left was a dominating alpha who wanted to fuck you till you were filled up with her cum, even if that means you’ll bear her pups.

returning back into your needy cunt, she moans even louder, louder than you’d ever heard. “omega- omega fuck, i’ll mark you. you’re mine, mine only. mine,,, shit you’re mine forever” relentlessly pushing your head into the pillows, her thrusts became frantic and desperate- her movement erratic and messy, it made you love her even more. her alpha side was making you wetter and wetter, bedsheets were covered with your slick.

your moans were insanely unholy. you were screaming and clawing onto whatever you could grab hold onto. her dick growing larger than before and that's when the both of you knew that she was about to knot into you. grabbing her arm for moral support, you dig your nails harshly into them leaving a few minor scars.

right now you looked so fucked out. you were crying, drooling everywhere all while you were screaming out her name. jimin took her time to place a generous amount of bites and hickeys all over your back too. you know… for extra measures of course.

“aah fuck, pleasepleaseplease alpha cum- cum in me” you sobbed out.

“bout to- gonna,, augh fuck cumming” one final harsh thrust into your cunt and her knot swelled as she spilled every ounce of cum into your hole. your cunt clamping down on her as well, essentially locking the two of you. whilst she knotted into you, she swiftly leaned to the back of your neck and inserted her teeth. it hurt a lot, the feeling of her sharp canines sent your nerves on fire, but only a second later and it felt almost orgasmic.

finally she had marked you, but now you were stuck like this for a while. her knot being large enough to just be stuck in this position. both of you were lowkey back into consciousness, the alpha side of her dying down a little bit and the subby omega side of you dissipating.

after a couple of minutes of basking in your orgasm, her knot went down eventually. it was just enough so that you could move slightly which inevitably caused her semen to seep out of your cunt.

“aaah~ can’t… believe.. i… marked.. you..” catching her breath through each word she managed to muster up “that means you’re mine.. forever, right?”

aww big dom alpha jimin was gone, but your cute puppy of a girlfriend was back. you turn around with her cock still in you and see her smiling right at you, her big puppy eyes beaming with glee.

“yeah.. forever”

#wintersera #omegaverse smut #aespa smut #g!p aespa #karina smut #aespa x reader smut #aespa karina smut #aespa x fem reader smut #g!p karina #yu jimin x reader smut #karina x fem reader smut #kpop smut #girl group smut #kpop girl group smut #fem!reader

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save-the-villainous-cat · 4 months

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villain comforting a VERY beaten hero, platonic cuddling and lots of tears pls

have a nice day <3

“I’m not dead,” the hero whispered.

And yet they were hooked to an IV. And yet they hadn’t been able to breathe on their own for hours. The villain took in a deep breath. Of course, they were angry. Of course, the villain had been losing their mind in this hospital.

Quiet panic attacks in bathroom stalls, litres of coffee, endless questions for the nurses — this day had been way too long for their liking.

“I’m not dead,” the hero repeated a little louder this time. They sat up in bed and their face made horrible grimaces. As they looked around in excruciating pain, they saw the IV and reached for it.

“Hey, what are you doing?” The villain grabbed their wrist before the hero could rip it out.

The villain was sure they didn’t look much better than the hero; they hadn’t slept in forever.

“Lay back,” the villain said gently. They put a hand on the hero’s shoulder and pressed them back into the hospital bed. “It’s a miracle that you’re alright. Thank god you hit the gym. Your fitness basically saved you. Your heart was strong enough to keep you alive.”

The hero sighed and took the villain’s hand. They didn’t seem to be fully aware of it, so the villain just let it happen.

“I’m fine. It’s not a big deal,” the hero said. They closed their eyes. “I’m not dead, I’m okay.”

“You may not care what happens to you but I do. Do you think it was easy to call the ambulance and then disappear into thin air? Only to rush to the hospital as a civilian? Do you think it was easy to watch you bleed out? Do you think it was easy—”

“Shh.” The hero’s thumb rubbed over the villain’s knuckles a few times. They opened their eyes. “Please don’t cry.”

The villain swallowed. They had spent a lot of time with their conflicted feelings throughout the night. Mostly, they had tried to bury them but now that the hero was talking to them, they couldn’t help but splinter a little.

They wiped tears out of their eyes but it didn’t matter: they kept dropping anyways.

“Please…” the villain whispered. “Please don’t send me away like that ever again.”

Not even the hero’s hand in theirs felt strong. The hero was weak, too frail to function properly. All the villain could do was fall to their knees and pray for the hero’s health until their knees bled.

“I’m not going to the gym anymore,” the hero said. “I just fight with you a lot. So, I guess you saved me after all.”

They paused and closed their eyes again. The villain could see a sparkling tear roll down the hero’s cheek. Probably overwhelmed and tired, they leaned back.

Although they didn’t want to admit it, the villain felt responsible for everything. They had always had a special gift of blaming themselves. The hero looked at them through half-lidded eyes.

“I’ve never had any visitors in the hospital before. Thank you.” Their voice was soft, yet raspy. “And I’m sorry for sending you away. I thought I’d be fine.”

The hero had told the villain it was their last wish: for the villain to go home.

“I was scared and I didn’t want you to watch me die,” they said.

“You’re not gonna leave the bed for quite a while. I’ll chain you to it if I have to.” The villain stood up from their chair and sat down on the bed. “Let’s take a break from all this. You’ve suffered enough for several lifetimes.”

The hero smiled softly and then, they squeezed the villain’s hand.

#I hate them #they make me sick #I didn’t make them cuddle cuz I thought it would hurt the hero #and the villain wouldn’t wanna hurt em yknow #hope that’s alright #writing snippet #heroxvillain snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #h/c

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yxami · 1 year

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i want my needy malakai :(

Haven’t seen that guy in awhile, hope you enjoy!

description: Malakai x gn reader, Malakai is the yandere masochistic roommate, yandere stuff, mostly fluff

You brushed through Malakai’s hair with your fingers, watching the movie in-front that the two of you decided to play. He was comfortably laying his head in your lap.

“I just don’t like the guy you work with” He pouted, irritated that your shift today was with that one co-worker. He was tempted to go out and kill him but then you’d definitely get mad. He was still suffering consequences from the last guy.

“What’s wrong with him? I don’t think he’s done anything weird lately” You scratched his head, putting him in a tired trance.

“Mph, I just don’t like him. Why can’t you stay home forever” He opened up his eyes, looking up at you with a never ending pout.

“Unless you’re a millionaire, I’m not staying home” You brushed Malakai’s bangs out his face, neatly pushing them back.

“Hmm, I guess I’ll have to become a millionaire then!” He said, tone brimming with confidence as if he was going to make it happen right now.

“Pff, okay tell me when you are one” You kissed his forehead. “I’m gonna make something to eat, do you want something?” You signaled him to get up, which he did even if he didn’t want to.

“I want some eggs and rice! Do you want me to help?” He turned his body to face you when you got up.

“Nah, I’m good. I’ll get started on it right now but tonight you’re making dinner” You yawned, a little drowsy from sitting in a comfortable position for so long.

“Got it!” His eyes trailed you while you made your way to the kitchen. He decided he would take a nap while you made food. He was thinking about bothering you though, that was probably his favorite thing to do.

It probably took you almost half an hour to finish cooking everything. Malakai was able to wake up on his own after smelling a delicious aroma. He got up and hastily made his way to the kitchen.

He saw you serving the rice and eggs into two bowls, neatly packing it with as much food it could hold. He hugged you from behind, holding you from your lower stomach.

“So touchy today, what’s up with you?” You giggled, grabbing two spoon to place into each of the bowls.

“Nothin, just want you to stay with me forever and ever” He kissed the side of your neck, resting his head on your shoulder while he waited for you finish.

“Alright, let’s go eat” You spoke, brushing off his affection, he was either bickering with you or begging to get your attention when he wanted it. You guessed that today was a needy day.

You set the bowls down on the table, sitting in a comfy chair, blowing the steam away from the rice and eggs. You were thinking about making some rice and beans instead but decided not to.

Both of you ate quickly, specifically you because you hadn’t eaten anything all day. Malakai tagged along behind you when you put your empty bowl in the sink and went to your room.

When he laid on the bed he insisted you should lay on him to warm him up even though you had a blanket on your bed already. You wrapped around his body’s warmth, laying on his chest as he rubbed circles onto your back.

“I think you owe me a lot of kisses for cleaning the entire house today” He wrapped his arms around your lower torso, caressing your sides with his hands.

Hmm, you’re right” You smiled before starting your first kiss on his cheek, making a trail to his neck with healing hickeys on it from the last time the two of you did something.

He giggled, feeling your ticklish kisses along his jaw. He brought your face closer so he could feel your soft lips pressing and sucking against his skin. He loved when you marked obvious places on his body, even encouraging you by sneakily offering it up.

If he wanted you to kiss his neck, he’d leave out in the open almost like right now by turning his head. You always thought it was a cute tactic so you indulged in it. You sucked on a part of his neck, bruising the skin quickly.

“And there” You placed the last kiss on his lips, making him want more.

“That’s all? Can’t I get more?” His questions sounded like whines when it came out from his mouth.

“So greedy, I’ll give you just a few more” You pressed your lips against his, warming up the area between your faces. The kiss became more intense as it went on. He slipped his tongue in between your lips, wanting more then just regular kissing.

You cracked a smile with the way his hands grasped at your hips. He felt you slip your tongue in his mouth, rubbing against his, it made him deepen the kiss by pulling you closer, you sat on him now and leaned into it.

Shortly after you panted letting go of the kiss while your tongue felt the cool air in the room. He didn’t want to let go of the kiss, even if he needed to breathe too. He loved every feeling he got when he was close to you, it was addicting.

“Is that good enough, Mal?” Malakai nodded, cheeks burning a semi-deep red. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to how you make him feel, no matter how many times this happens.

“Kay’ I’m gonna be right back.. I think I left my phone downstairs” You got up managing to get out of bed before a hand grabbed onto your shirt.

“Don’t go, just stay with me.. you can get your phone later!” His big puppy eyes had you conflicted whether to stay or not. He was an ass when he wanted to be but he could really pull off a look like that if it got him something.

“Fine but if you fall asleep first then I’m gonna go get my phone” You snuck under the sheets, slipping into his arms that tightened around you. You could feel his heartbeat from how close you were to his chest.

“Deal!” He felt giddy knowing that his begging had worked. He was extremely greedy when it came to time with you, he needed all of it. That’s why he refused to sleep right now.

“You’re so warm and toasty.. you’re like a giant heating pad” Malakai tightened his hug, needing to feel more of your body heat. “I love everything about you.. I wanna stay with you forever”

“If you don’t crush me right now then maybe you will!” You managed to grumble out before he loosened his grip on you.

“My bad!” He let go of you, almost missing the adorable expression on your face.

The both of you stayed in bed for awhile, before deciding to play some games. Nobody ended up sleeping so he had you all to himself away from your phone. A day of you only paying attention to him, that was one of the things he wished about before he slept.

He wished for a lot of things from you, the most important two being that you would stay by his side forever and to love him even if he killed people for you.

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cumikering · 8 months

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Possessive bf Soap x reader 3

2k | fluff, swearing Home: Dating Soap (Part 1) (Part 4/5)

“Did you mean that?” Soap grabbed your shoulders. “What you just said?”

“Yes?” you hesitated.

He sighed with a grin, pulling you in again. “Say it again, lass. Been waiting to hear it forever.”

“I like you, Johnny. I like you a lot. I really do,” you mumbled, your warm face pressed into his shoulder.

He groaned, giving you a squeeze. “Fuck, that feels so good to hear.”

“Why’d it take you so long to say anything?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he retorted.

You looked up at him, slapping his chest a little too hard. “You dafty! You said you don’t want to date, always making fun of me for wanting to!”

He gave you a sheepish grin. “I’m sorry.”

“Well?”

“I was so scared to tell you,” he began. “The better the friendship, the higher the stakes. It’s far easier to be on the safe side of things, you know. In case you don’t feel the same, or if it doesn’t work out, because then I’ll just end up losing everything. And I’d really, fucking hate to lose you.”

You always liked seeing his soft side. “I’m happy you feel the same.”

“So what now?” he said, voice filled with hope.

“First off, I need to know just what prank you pulled on Daniel.”

Soap sighed in defeat. He knew you were going to ask eventually. “Well, he’s married, so I-”

“What the hell! How did you know this?” Your brows furrowed. “Did you stalk him?”

“No, I got the tech department to look him up. I know I’m not supposed to tell you, but it’s mad how easy it is. It’s literally just a few clicks away.” He added quickly, “But I only started doing this since Randy.”

You blinked. “Randy?”

“Ehm, Nathan, but that’s his fake name. He’s a scammer, so I guess I scared him off when I said I was meeting Theo who got a lead on him.”

“Oh God, so what you said wasn’t just rubbish? He did look like he was sincerely ill after you left. I thought that’s because he was upset you interrupted us.” You couldn’t help laughing. “But why him?”

“It was my last ditch effort. You already saw him a few times, and I was worried you were going to become an item…” he trailed off. “I was jealous,” he confessed in a small voice.

You huffed. “But that’s not okay you snooped around like that. It’s none of your business at all.”

“I know, I felt guilty doing that. In a sick way I’m glad I found something so I could justify my borderline creepy behaviour.”

“True, but you’re really lucky you turned out busting these arseholes. Because otherwise you know I’d be fucking furious, yeah?”

He hung his head. “I promise I won’t do it again.”

“Better not. No much a point doing background research on yourself.”

His eyes twinkled. “Is that what I think it means?”

You gave him a mischievous smile before turning on your heels, walking further down the street. “I’m still hungry. Buy me pizza, Johnny.”

He spun you by the wrist, looking down at you. “If you’re mine, give me a kiss.”

The intensity of his blue eyes sent your heart racing. “Promise me one thing?”

“Anything,” he breathed out.

“Clean up your place. It’s always such a big mess.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you.

You crushed on Soap all over again - how could you not? He trailed behind you constantly, like a blue-eyed puppy, but now with the licence to. He didn’t have to make up excuses to spend time with you anymore, and he was having the time of his life.

“What’s going to happen if I miss you too much?” You clung to him the morning of his next deployment.

The sun barely peeked over the horizon, yet Soap was already up in his uniform while you just got out of his bed.

“That’s fine.” He smiled, rubbing your back. “I know I’ll miss you more, so at least you know I’ll suffer more.”

You had apprehensions about how long distance was going to work, but you didn’t realise parting with him would be so hard. He’d gone on countless missions over the years, yet for the first time you were near to tears about him going away.

“Don’t eat all the brownies in one sitting.”

You’d baked him a batch of brownies the night before and wrapped them individually for the road. You knew how much he loved to snack.

His chest rumbled in laughter against you, completely ignoring the comment as he had other plans in mind. “I’ll call and text as much as I can.” He kissed your forehead.

Soap promised and delivered. Sure, his fond texts came at the wildest hours, but they quenched the longing regardless. He’d given you the keys to his place too, for if you ever wanted to lie around in his bed. With bits and pieces of him surrounding you, the times he was away didn’t feel so bad after all.

When he was back in town, he was eager to please, clingy in the best way. You didn’t complain because you wanted him just so. Everything he did had a loving undertone to it, or maybe it was always there all these years, but you never noticed.

“You want popcorn? I’ll make some for you,” he said as you both cuddled on the couch with a film on. “Don’t have to pause it for me.” He disappeared into the kitchen.

A few moments after, the air reeked of burning. You poked your head in the kitchen. “Johnny, what’s that smell?”

“What smell?” He looked up.

“Oh my God, Johnny! It’s smoking!” You rushed in, turning off the heat which he’d cranked to infinity. “It’s a stove, not a furnace!”

A cloud of pitch black smoke rose up as he lifted the lid. “It wasn’t popping so I turned it up!” he defended.

You laughed. “Guess we’re having charcoal to snack on.”

Soap pouted.

“It’s fine, Johnny.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek. “We can have something else. But you’re scrubbing the bloody pot clean because you’ve somehow managed to burn it to absolute oblivion too.”

Soap’s acts of service didn’t go unnoticed even that they didn’t always turn out. One day when you were under the weather, he’d asked you to stay over so he could take care of you, even going as far as cooking his mum’s soup for you. You admired his efforts as you knew how much he didn’t like cooking.

“Lass, come have a look!”

You entered the kitchen to him beaming proudly by the stove. You peered over the pot and bit your lower lip.

“I love you so much,” you began. “But fuck me, Johnny. You’ve got the uncanny ability to make everything look like prison food.”

“Och, piss off. I know it tastes good.” He took a spoonful of the chunky soup and eyed you sideways. A second after, he held a cough in and blinked a few times as he struggled to swallow. But it’s Soap, so he wasn’t going to admit to his fuck ups. “If you don’t want it, I’ll have it,” he mumbled, looking away.

He insisted on buying you takeaway down the street, so you did what you could to salvage his soup while he was gone.

“Had some of it. It’s nice Johnny, thank you.” You slid a bowl over to him, stroking his hair.

“I told ye,” he said with a small pout before grabbing the spoon. After a bite, he looked up at you with an apologetic smile, acknowledging the assist.

You shook your head as you chuckled, digging into your own bowl.

“Johnny, I need to ask. How much salt did you put in the soup?” you asked as you dried the dishes.

“One teaspoon, just like what the recipe calls for.”

“Are you sure you put in one?”

“Affirmative. This much.” He grabbed the salt container, holding up the heapingest heap of salt that has ever heaped in a teaspoon.

“Johnny, that’s a dump truck, not a teaspoon.”

“Fuck off.” He laughed as he tickled your sides.

“I’ll write you recipes with detailed instructions,” you managed through your giggling fits. “I’ll even illustrate what a teaspoon worth is supposed to look like.”

He stopped, hands resting on your waist. “Why don’t you move in? So we can cook together every time.”

“W- what?”

“Move in with me.” He pressed his forehead against yours. “I love having you around.”

Familiarity made you move fast, perhaps too fast, but it felt right. Everything felt right with him, especially when he took you home on his next leave. You’d met his family countless of times when you were still in school, but seeing them with the new title made you a hint nervous nonetheless.

“Och, hen. So good to see you again!” Mrs. Mactavish pulled you in for a hug right after she opened the door. “I was so happy when Johnny told me!”

Soap’s open arms were met with the chilly wind. ”Maw!” he protested.

She laughed, beaconing for him to join the hug. “Get in here.”

His mum took your hand, leading you to the house you hadn’t seen in a long time. The corridor was quite literally a memory lane. Your steps slowed as you admired the framed photos on the wall. Most were of his family – Soap striking silly poses with his parents on holiday, and his yearbook photos over the years you always teased him for. He had a different hairstyle in each one until he settled for his signature mohawk in fifth year. Further along the wall hung new ones of him and his bright blue eyes, standing proud in his SAS uniform.

Mrs. Mactavish squeezed your hand. “Look how handsome my baby is,” she cooed, running a hand down the most recent photo.

You turned to him smiling gently at you. The photos didn’t come close to representing how striking he truly was.

“Let’s have lunch now.” She tugged at you, leading you further in. “I made your favourite.”

Not much had changed. The couches were still there, the rugs the same, even the way that his mum always cooked too much when you came over. That day, it looked like she made enough to last the rest of the week.

Sitting at the dining table felt like slipping into a time machine. On the same wooden chairs with floral upholstery, under the frosted glass pendant light, Soap had spent many hours there teaching you chemistry and maths, subjects he excelled at. But now with his tender gaze as he held your hand under the table, you knew this was meant to be.

That night, you squeezed together in his bed looking up the indie band posters from his teenage years. It was your first time seeing them from that angle. Nostalgia swept over you again, and you couldn’t help feeling a touch emotional.

“I know it looks blatantly obvious my maw can’t love you any more, but I hope you don’t let it get to yer head because I know I’m still her favourite.”

You rolled your eyes. “Okay, mama’s boy.”

“But you can rest assured no one loves you more than I do.” He kissed your forehead.

You turned to him, beaming.

“I think had I not gone to SAS, we’d have been together soon after we graduated. We would have been here years ago already.”

“How so?”

“It took me some time before I realised I liked you, and that was in SAS, but it didn’t allow me enough time to turn us into a couple, only friends.” He glanced at you. “By the time you moved to the city, we were such good friends already. I wanted so much more, but I feel we walked down the wrong path, and I didn’t know how to change that, so I just… did nothing. I'm sorry for taking so long.”

“I’ve got no regrets, Johnny. I’m happy we’re together now. I can’t ask for anything better.” You smiled against his lips.

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starsandhughes · 1 year

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Penalty Box— Trevor Zegras (Part Nineteen)

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SATURDAY, MARCH 25TH

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yourusername hello laid-eez! my name is y/n wannabe zegras, and i am your host to the trevor zegras postgame penalty box update show!

just like thursday’s game, z is now at the same amount of games since his last penalty as the number of goals scored by the ducks tonight— three!

i really digged your game day suit today, babe! and good job playing on your cute lil (big) ass! i love you, always <3

p.s. congratulations on your first nhl goal, nesty! here’s to many more! @_nester_8

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p.s.s st. lewis blues gave me the blues tonight :(

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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don’t close your eyes (Matt Murdock x f!reader)

summary || Elektra comes back to town with one goal in mind- to get Matt back. She’d do anything to get him back, even harming his girlfriend.

wc || 1.7k

warnings || angst, mentions of blood, death

a/n || from this request. this is quite different to what I usually upload and I feel a little embarrassed in case it’s not good. it might be a little dark for some people, so I won’t be offended if you skip this one. I was listening to sad music while I wrote the last part, so be warned😭

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through your eyes (part 2) ->

You and Matt were having a calm morning, quietly enjoying each other's company as you shared breakfast.

“You okay?” You ask, noticing the way he suddenly tensed up.

“Yeah. I’ll be back in a moment.” Kissing your forehead to excuse himself.

Walking out of the apartment and into the hallway where he found Elektra leaning against the wall, waiting got for his arrival.

“What are you doing here?” He whisper shouts, not wanting you to hear while still being able to convey his disgust to her presence.

“I’m here to get you back Matthew.” She said slowly, stalking forward to stroke his arms.

“You need to go.” He says warningly.

“Not until I have you back Matthew.”

“I won’t ask you again.” Gripping onto her forearms.

“I love how rough you are with me… but that’s beside the point. I want you back.”

“No, I have a girlfriend.” He scoffs while ripping his hands off Elektra’s arms.

“That hurts my heart Matthew, but you must know… if I can’t have you… then you can’t have your little plaything.” She flirtatiously taunts.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He grits, growing frustrated with the conversation.

“Hm, well… I’ll kill her.” Pausing to make it seem as though she’s thinking. “Yeah, I will kill her.”

“I don’t believe you.” He spits as he pushes her against the wall.

“My heart Matthew, listen to my heart… you know I never lie.”

He doesn’t reply, but she could tell by his lack of communication that he knew.

“You have until the end of the day to break things with her- oh and make sure to tell her that you love me instead, I want her to hurt.” She smirks. “The longer I have to wait… the more your girlfriend will suffer… so I guess I will see you soon Matthew.” Kissing his cheek before walking away.

All he could do was stand there stunned. Matt knew Elektra was telling the truth and he couldn’t bare the thought of putting you in danger. He knew he had to let you go, he just didn’t want to.

He takes a couple of deep breaths before walking back in, trying to clear his mind.

“Hey? Are you okay?” You ask sounding worried.

“Yeah.” Poking his fork into a potato.

“Matt?” You ask cautiously, sweetly placing your hand over his.

“I’m okay.” Smiling at you disingenuously.

You wanted him to be honest, but you didn’t want to push. You told yourself that he’d come to you when he was ready, so you changed the subject.

“Breakfast was lovely, thank you. What do you want to do today?” Collecting the dishes to put in the sink. “We could stop by that new farmer's market? I think they’ve got some great deals. Or we could get coffee?”

“I don’t know, I’m sorry.” Rubbing the bridge of his nose. Your sweet and nurturing nature made this situation impossibly harder, he adored your pure heart and the thought of breaking it, made him spiral.

“That’s okay, or we can stay here?” You offer, sensing that he might not be in the mood to do too much.

Dropping his head into his hands as he exhaled deeply.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” You ask warmly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I can’t do this.” He sighs.

“Do what?” Slowly pulling your hand away.

“I can’t be with you anymore, I’m sorry…” Dropping his head further into his hands so that they could block his ears, not wanting to hear the way those words destroyed you.

Standing still for what felt like forever, slowly stepping back and into the living room. You didn’t know what to say. Things were going so well, how could he change his mind so quickly? You didn’t want to fight it, it was clear he had made his decision.

“I’ll… uh- um.” You stuttered not knowing how to respond. “Uh- I’ll go get my stuff.” You breathed strenuously, trying not to cry.

He could feel his own heartbreak along with yours, so desperately wanting to reach out and hold you. He knew he couldn’t make this any harder for you, so he stayed away. Listening to every stifled sniffle and every erratic pound of your heart.

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you leave Matt’s bedroom walking past him and out of the door. You weren’t able to speak right now, too afraid of bursting into tears in front of him. Closing the door behind you.

It had been a few weeks since Matt ended things with you, and quite frankly you’ve been a mess. You’ve not been able to do anything recently so your apartment was in a state. You have been racking your brain trying to think of what you did wrong, what was missing or what you could’ve done differently.

You just truly missed him.

Today has been a slow one but you felt like you were finally getting there. You were able to put some things away in the kitchen, doing little jobs to help you feel accomplished. Doing small things to try to make you feel better.

Pulling your hair into a quick ponytail, and throwing on a cardigan to get the mail from downstairs. Shoving your feet into whatever shoes were closest to the door, making your way to collect the months' worth of letters.

Walking back up to your floor you see Matt standing outside your door.

You couldn’t turn around because you knew he heard you. Slowly strolling forward. “Hi.” You greet politely.

“Hello, Angel. Please can we talk?” He pleads, smiling at you promisingly.

“Okay…” Opening the door. “Sorry about the mess.” Scattering around to awkwardly tidy around him.

“I can’t live without you.” He says quietly to the floor.

“Why’s that?”

“I only love you, I didn’t mean what I said... It was Elektra.” Painfully smiling at you.

��What do you mean?” You meekly ask.

“She threatened you, and I couldn’t let that happen… so I had to let you go- but… I just, I can’t live without you.”

“I’m confused.”

“I’m sorry for throwing this all on you. I just needed you to know.”

“I don’t get it.”

“I love you. You’re the only person I love… and I’m sorry that I hurt you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?” You ask, a slight pang of sadness in your tone.

“It was Elektra. I couldn’t stand being around her… she just isn’t you.” Walking towards you, opening his arms to offer a hug.

You didn’t have to think about it, melting into his embrace. Squeezing each other tighter and not wanting to let one another go.

“I’ve missed you.” You mumble into his chest.

“I’ve missed you so much.” Resting his chin on your head while he stroked over your back. “I’m so sorry.”

The door swings open and clatters against the wall. “Where is she?” A female voice shouted.

He spins you both around so that his back was to the woman, holding you in front of him to protect you.

“We had a deal, Matthew.” She taunts, smashing your photo frames and dropping your vases to the floor.

“Elektra, please just stop.” He yells, gripping you tighter.

“I don’t like when people don’t hold up on their part of the deal.” Stalking forward, slashing her dagger into the back of your sofa and tearing it open. “Remember what I said?” She taunts once more, throwing your books and candles against the wall.

“She’s not a part of this… what can I give you instead? Just please don’t hurt her.” Cocooning your head in his arms, trying his hardest to keep you safe.

“I’m afraid not Matthew. I told you what would happen.” Itching closer to you both. Teasingly brushing her fingers along your hands that were gripping at Matt’s back. She yanks on your arm, separating you apart and pushing you to the floor. Straddling your stomach as she edged her sword along your jaw.

Matt immediately dives to push her from you, dragging her along the floor to get her as far away as possible.

“Go.” He shouts over to you, panic and fear riddled in his voice.

Sliding yourself away to pull yourself up, gripping the sides of the coffee table for support.

“You’re quite the fighter sweetheart.” Elektra taunts you, trying to free herself from Matt’s grip.

She slams him back into the wall behind and runs towards you. Picking up her dagger from the floor and burying it deep in your stomach. Twisting it a couple of times before yanking it out.

Matt stood there paralysed before realising what had just happened. Rushing to your side to hold you, helping you down so you didn’t fall.

“No no no, what have you done?” He whispers, putting pressure on the wound. “No no.” His voice breaks. “I’m so sorry.” Holding your neck to support you.

“It's okay.” You say quietly.

“No, it’s not.” A tear falls and lands on your cheek. “Please don’t close your eyes, just wait okay- we’ll get help. Just please hang on.”

“Someone help!” He shouts, trying to get attention from your neighbours. “Please call an ambulance. She’s losing too much blood, please?” He begs Elektra who was sitting on the armchair indifferently reading a magazine.

“I love you. So much.” Reaching your hand up to stroke his cheek.

“Please don’t go, you’re all I have left… hang on just a little more. Help!”

Resting your head on his leg while he placed his other hand on the wound, firmly pressing and trying to stop the excessive bleeding. “Count with me, Angel. One.”

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three.”

“Th-“ Your hand dropped from his face.

“No no no, don’t-“ his voice breaks, holding behind your neck as his other hand continued to press onto your stomach. “Please talk to me… We’ll get help, okay?” He reassures you, but he was actually reassuring himself. Leaning over to rest his forehand against yours. “Stay with me, stay with me, stay with me- please? I love you.” Gently shaking your head to keep your eyes open.

He could feel you slip away, tears freely spilling from his eyes and down onto your face. Holding your cheeks with his bloody hands, trying to keep you conscious. Pulling you closer into his lap and holding you tighter.

“No no no no.” He mutters against your skin, hearing your last raspy breath before your eyes flutter shut for the last time.

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orikiys · 7 months

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✿ ✿ 〞 voicemails and nine minutes of us

✰ pairings: jeongin x fem!reader

✰ genre: angst, fluff and romance

✰ warnings: angst, mentions of comparing to someone else, hopeless unrequited love, enemies to unrequited love. jeongin is actually a simp

✰ word count: 1.2k + words

one 𖨂

i’ve always watched you sitting across from me in the library. i’ve always watched you talk and i could watch you for hours. but i cannot watch you fall in love with someone else and pretend i’m not screaming for you to choose me. and during those long nights, i dreamt of things i could say to you, things that would make you notice me in a rather different perspective. but that didn’t happen. and now we’re like strangers, one with the pretending-to-forget phase… but one thing i’ll always know is that; i have always belonged to you. and for that i suffer.

two 𖨂

loving you wasn’t easy. it was like blankly staring at a forever closed and broken door, hoping someday it will by some miracle open and you’d care to look back and see how long i’ve been waiting for you. it was a feeling that made my heart burn. it made my insides tingle every single time you talked to me. though the talks were just meaningless insults or silly little fights. you are the person i long to hold in my arms even if it is just for mere seconds. and you are the person i wish to run for love and warmth when it isn’t. it’s strange isn’t it? how love changes you bit by bit. but i wanted love. i wished for love. for you to try and love me back. not a lesson. i didn’t want love to become a lesson that i’ll regret. a lesson which will make me reluctant to experience love again.

three 𖨂

and i know that the number of hours we have together are not much. so please, linger near the door uncomfortably instead of leaving me all alone. please find ten stupid excuses to run back the time so i get to see you once again and for longer this time. why couldn’t you see that i loved you? why couldn’t you see the person behind those stupid fights? but i guess it was my fault as well, for making up my image as your enemy. and making you hate me. and before i knew it– i was stuck. in an endless loop of us. time and again, i replayed our scenes all night long. i recollected the times you looked at me and hoped your eyes were filled with love. but instead they were filled either with annoyance or hatred, that i pretended to oversee it. you’re my favourite person but i’m sorry for wanting you like a lover and making you hate me. that’s why i hoped. i fell in love with hope. i fell in love with dreams that couldn’t be real. i fell in love with every moment wishing that you did too. but i was a maybe, a perhaps, a second chance but never the one conquering your thoughts. i’m also sorry to myself for holding on to you invisibly, knowing it’s better to let go. so i’ll just say two things for now. i’m sorry, i love you.

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i know what you’re thinking, my love. you’re most likely scoffing in disbelief, frail fingers holding up your phone against your ear and those large, round eyes are wide in confusion. you’re wondering why i haven’t said any of these to you before. and to be honest, i’m not quite sure myself. one moment i wanted to run away and the next i found a photo of you, from the yearbook, neatly placed in my wallet and it made me realise just how different i thought you were. i had this version of you in my head where you would cook me your cinnamon rolls and i would give you back hugs. where i would wake up beside you with your arms wrapped around my torso. or simply where i could just talk to you, no pretending any feelings, just a normal conversation on how our days went. but then i realised, that version… it was far too out of reach. i have no clue what you think of me after this. no clue if you would ever even want to be my friend, but please don’t ignore me, sunshine. it truly breaks my heart. it makes me feel like i did something wrong and even if i probably have, let’s go back to being rivals. let’s go back at hating each other. at least i’ll find a reason to be close to you when i can.

five 𖨂

i want to be done with love, but my heart swells with all the love i have. but i want to give it away now, to someone who would take care of my heart just like i did with yours. to someone who would think of me and look at me as if the world was ending. and i know these thoughts of mine seem surreal, but this is how i viewed you. from the last desk, just silently observing you. and i never knew love could make you feel things that you’ve never felt before. like cottages near seashores, with little puppies running all around. i’ve always been afraid of moving– experiencing changes… but with you, there’s something different. you make everything feel easy and carefree. like that one time you went paragliding all alone, even though you had a fear of heights. you’re brave. very brave sweetheart. i don’t even know if you’ll even allow me to call you that again, but it felt good. and even though i might be acting pretty weird, just know it’s all real.

six 𖨂

i’ve noticed this quite a few times, but whenever you’re not around i feel lost. i feel empty. and then out of a sudden you came and hugged me, then cried in my shoulder. i didn’t know why. and yet it made me sad. but it made me question whether you were so comfortable with me that you didn’t hesitate, because maybe you thought i could give you comfort? maybe? it was the most slow 9 minutes of my life, where you just stood next to me without uttering a word and then you said sorry before walking away. it made every inch of me to not hold your wrist and stop you from walking away. but i didn’t. because i know that no matter how hard i try, your heart… it will always belong to him.

seven 𖨂

i often compare myself with him to figure out what it is that he has but i don’t. what is it that you love him a bit too deeply? maybe it’s the way he laughs. maybe it’s his talks. or maybe it’s him. just him that you want. i wish i could be him. or at least be him for one day, to know how it feels to be loved by someone you so deeply care about. tell me please, so i’ll back off. so i’ll know that you and i, we were just enemies with misunderstandings. just say it, ane i’ll walk away without ever looking back. i’ll never again talk to you if you want. but i need words darling. i’ll give my word that i do love you, but i will not hesitate to give up this love for your sake, your happiness. if not this time, maybe we weren’t destined. so i’ll pray to the gods that in every singe one of my lives, i am with you. always.

PERM TAGLIST: @taeriffic 🧣 @hello-2-u-from-me 🧣 @ilychee08 🧣 @sleepyleeji 🧣 @spacegirlstuff

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crazyk-imagine · 10 months

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Dogs are more Superior to Wolves

Pairing: Sirius Black x Gryffindor!reader, Lily Potter nee Evans x James Potter Characters: Sirius Black, Gryffindor!reader, Lily Potter nee Evans, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Alice Longbottom nee Fortescue, Marlene McKinnon

Briefly mentioned: Peter Pettigrew, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley Warnings: Fluff, angst, wow it’s like a dagger being twisted in the gut angst, reader and sirius made a promise, this is sadly my fav sirius fic to have written this year, peter is a dick, don’t really know where this was going, idk why it’s always sirius, remus, and george who get my angst feels, no regrets, remus may have had a crush on the reader but no one knows for sure Word Count: 2,385

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You back away from him and walk away, seeing that he’s more interested in your friend anyway.

Why try and fight to get someone’s attention when they clearly aren’t interested in you.

You sigh and aim for the astronomy tower, knowing no one will be there right now.

You set your books down and walks towards the railing, staring down into the lower level, wondering if it’d be wise to hide there forever or- you’re being too dramatic.

You spin around and walk towards the other railing, thinking that staring out into the school grounds would do you better. “I wish I,” the words die, you don’t know what else to say.

Sirius finds himself in the tower for- no particular reason but he does feel the need to check on you, especially since Remus showed interest in you and, well.

It took him seeing his friend talking to yours, to realize he meant her and not you.

He can’t exactly be blamed for thinking Remus meant you because you and… whatever her name is, have similar features.

He steps away from the door, glancing back every so often, not waning Filch to catch him and give him detention for the third time this week. “If you say anything that has to do with you not being enough for my idiot of a friend, I wouldn’t say it.”

You jump and let out a high pitch scream. “For Merlin’s sake!” You spin around and see the infamous and rebellious Black brother, standing before you. “What are- what are you doing here?”

He shrugs, “not much.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “why do I not believe you?”

“First off, that’s rude.” He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “I take offense to that. But seriously,” he stands beside you. “You shouldn’t take offense because he doesn’t like you-”

“I’m not offended.”

“Sad, whatever. It’s all the same right now. Don’t be sad, you’re going to find that special someone.”

A soft, sad chuckle escapes you. “That was- that was really kind of you. I was not expecting that.”

“You weren’t expecting me to be so nice, right?” He nudges your side gently with his elbow.

“No, so, thank you.”

“I mean it by the way.”

“I was hoping so.”

“I’m not this nice to just anyone.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“It’s getting late.”

You look up from staring at the ground and stare up at the dark sky. “I guess it is.”

“Grab your things and I’ll walk you back to the dorms.”

“Oh, no.” You shake your head. “You don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to.”

"Are you sure?"

He nods. "And if you ask me one more time, I'll leave you here."

You chuckle and reach down for your books, only for them to be taken from you. "Didn't you just tell me to grab my books?"

"I did, didn't I?" He says, finding himself amusing.

"I can carry something; I won't make you carry it all."

"Nope, I got it. It'll help me build my muscles."

"Oh, I see. You help me and you get more girls to fawn over you. Isn't every girl here interested in the lot of you?"

He opens his mouth to reply but can't think of anything to counteract your question. "Not every girl."

"Took you long enough to say something."

He nudges you with his elbow and almost drops all of your belongings in the process.

You shake your head and continue walking ahead, leaving him to suffer.

“We’re here,” you shift, unsure of what to do next.

He notices and it warms him he hands you your items and bids you goodnight.

You whisper the password to the girls' dorms and go to your bed.

Lily turns and glances over at you. “Where were you? You weren’t at dinner.”

“I... needed some fresh air.”

“Fresh air, huh?”

“Shut up, Leenie.”

Marlene only cackles as she passes by you. “Don’t worry, I’m not judging,” she sits at the edge of her bed, removing her boots. “I was out too.”

“Yes, but we all know what you do. We don’t know what our lovely pure angel was doing out so late,” Lily says, teasing you.

You roll your eyes and start getting ready for bed.

“Is there a reason I saw an extremely excited Sirius roaming the halls?”

You don’t look at Marlene.

She gasps, giggling. “You two were doing it.”

“Marlene,” Lily gasps.

Alice shushes you three.

“Sorry, Ally,” Marlene chuckles. “But were you with him?”

“He found me after I... left the hall.”

“It was because he was talking to her again, right?”

You don’t respond.

“It’s okay,” the redhead tries to console you.

“It doesn’t matter, I shouldn’t live my life crying because some boy doesn’t like me.”

“That’s the spirit.”

“And that doesn’t mean that I’ll take after you and find every boy I can.” The blonde scoffs, “I take offense to that.”

You only smile in return.

A couple of days later is when things get interesting because instead of one friend, it’s two who find you in the astronomy tower.

You glance up from your books.

“Sirius told me you made a friend, but I didn’t believe him.”

You blink once, “why are you two here?”

“We were bored.”

A faint explosion goes off from down the corridor.

You raise a brow, “you two do something?”

James glances at Sirius, “us?”

The longer haired boy shakes his head, “never.”

“What brings you here?”

Sirius smiles and takes a seat by you. "Boredom. Then I got to thinking about this place and then he followed me."

You let out a quiet, "ah."

"Why do you hide up here? Why not hangout with your friends or go to the library?" James asks.

"I- uh- I like the quiet. My friends are loud or have plans with their study groups and or boyfriend. And the library isn't as quiet as I'd like it to be."

"I'm hardly there but I'll take your word for it."

"Now, that I believe," you tease Sirius.

He sticks his tongue out at you.

James glances between the two of you, knowing that his friend is developing feelings for you, which is great for him then he can have someone to go on dates with when he and Lily go out for butter beer, or she needs candy.

"How long have you two known each other?" You ask, wanting to get to know them (and fill the silence before Sirius casts a spell on all your books).

A couple hours later the boys decide it's time to go down for dinner, dragging you alongside them of course.

"I'm glad I joined this toad today."

"Oh, yeah?"

He nods, "now I know who my Lily pad talks about all the time."

You shake your head. "She always gushes about you, you know. She's really proud of you."

"Oh?"

"There's just one thing I don't get."

"What's that?"

"How could this dog land such a smart and pretty lady such as yourself?"

You don't look in his direction as your cheeks heat up.

"Alright, that's enough." Sirius throws his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. "You've got one girl, don't come after mine."

The three of you enter the dining hall and your friends plus Remus glance your way.

The wolf raises a brow, wondering when the three of you became friends (same thoughts run through Lily, Marlene, and Alice plus Remus's new girlfriend, Cindy).

None of you glance over at them until you're sitting down beside the girls.

Marlene wiggles her brows at you causing Alice and Lily to giggle.

"What's got you three in such a giggly mood?" Remus asks.

They glance at one another before focusing back on their meals. “Nothing.”

He furrows his brows, wondering why they’re being so weird and glances over at you, knowing you’d be more likely to give him an answer but notices the way you and Sirius interact with one another.

You glance back at the wolf, sensing his eyes watching you two. You offer a small smile; he does the same. You wonder if this is what closure feels like, even if it had been days after crying over him, it’s like you’ve found something better.

The boy beside you nudges you and whispers, “you, okay?”

You turn your head towards him and nod. “Good, I don’t like to see you so sad.”

You’ve never had someone say that to you, it makes you feel different, a good kind of different.

You giggle as arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Hello to you to, Sirius.”

He rests his chin on your shoulder. “How’d you know?”

You pretend to think about it. “Oh, I don’t know. There was a familiar presence around you, and I just knew.”

“I don’t know whether to be flattered or not.”

“Not,” James says, popping up on the other side of you.

“How are stud?” You ask him, taking in his appearance. “Are you feeling a little nervous?”

The man shakes his head, “me? Nervous about asking her to marry me? Never.”

Sirius pulls away from you and pats his friend’s shoulder. “You got this. We’ve managed to make it out of that school without Minnie coming after us.”

They chuckled.

“This is where I leave you,” you try to walk away.

James budges his friend, whispering, “you need to ask her out before I have my own kid.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it. I just- I want it to be special.”

“It will be once you man up and ask her… you know Remus was asking about you two the other day.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, what’d you tell him?”

“The truth.”

“Why?”

“Because- why would I need to lie to him? He knows you to act like you’re in a relationship but aren’t in one. What was I supposed to tell him? You’re married with a child?”

“Yes!”

“Well, now I know for next time.”

“Next time? Next time, I’m gonna-”

James takes off, running away from his friend.

You know where they are, they planned on staying in because they knew it wasn’t going to be very safe. You haven’t seen or heard from Peter since last week, which concerned you, especially with everything.

You told Sirius you were going to stay behind and fight, he didn’t agree with you.

“No, you’re not going out there on your own.”

“I am going to fight. That boy needs to grow up in a world where there is no evil lurking around every corner, waiting to get him. I am fighting and you can’t stop me.”

He sighs. “Be safe?”

“Always, you know you’re the one who takes the immaturity with you.”

He lets out a sad chuckle and holds your head in his hands. “When this is over, I want to take you out, okay?”

You nod, sniffling, “yeah. I like that plan.”

“Good because you were getting a date whether you wanted one or not.”

That earns a chuckle from you.

You two stare into each other’s eyes, not wanting to look away.

The two men stare at the rat they once called a friend.

“You’re lying,” Sirius hisses at him.

“Why would I lie when you both know the truth?”

“You’re once and forever a rat. You lied about being alive this entire time. Why would we believe you when you say she’s dead?”

“Because you don’t want to believe the truth.”

The two don’t know why they’re here, they didn’t want to see it.

They hoped he was wrong, and you were still around somewhere, safe. But now, they stare at the headstone with your name and a piece of them dies.

“Wh-”

“Pads…”

“She’s gone? But we- no. She made me a promise. She promised me.”

“Pads, I think we should-”

“I finally did it.”

Remus decides it’s even more tiring to try and fight him. ”You did what?”

“The one thing none of us thought I could. I finally asked her out. I mean, it was before we went our separate ways, but I asked her out. She cried when she said said yes. At first, I thought it was because I had asked her out.”

“And no one would have blamed her.”

They chuckle.

“But what if- what if she was crying because she knew she couldn’t make it, like she knew she wasn’t going to make it to see the end of it.” He shakes his head, “it reminded me of when we first met.”

“She was crying when you two met?”

“Yeah, the kicker was she actually had a crush on you and then I got to know her.”

Remus turns to look at his friend, “she did?”

“Yeah, I think it was a big one too, it took her a while before she found closure.”

The wolf lets out a quiet, “oh.” Unsure of how to feel, he never thought you had a crush on him. Would he have asked you out had he known, who knows?

“I don’t know if she actually liked me or wanted to go out, but I was happy to hear her answer.”

“She did.”

“You think?”

“I know she did, she gave you the same looks you gave her.”

“What looks were those?”

“Like you were in love.”

“Maybe we were… I was just too late to say anything about it.”

“She treasured the moments you shared until the very end, I know because you do and that’s what was keeping you half sane in your cell.”

Sirius shrugs, “maybe.”

“Do you think anyone else knew who she was?”

“The kids don’t. When that rat talked about her, the kids were confused.”

“Maybe we should tell them a story about her and Harry’s parents. I know he’d be happy to hear more about them.”

“You think we’ll have time; the second war is coming sooner than anyone would have hoped for.”

“You sound like me right now.”

“I know, it’s awful.”

“Let’s go back and find Harry.”

“Good idea.”

Sirius swears he heard a voice whisper, “I do love you.” As he walks away.

This time he walks out of the graveyard with a familiar warmth in his heart.

#Harry Potter #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfi #harry potter fanfiction #Sirius Black #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fanfic #sirius black imagines #sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader #sirius black x gryffindor reader #sirius black x gryffindor!reader #crazyk-imagine

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magician-kitty · 1 year

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Red Son x MK x Nezha x Macaque x GN!Reader

Context: They make you mad and they suffer for what’s coming. 😌

(P.S. you might hear some ghetto talking)

Macaque🌙

You couldn’t see what the problem was, you couldn’t see why he was upset. Recently you met Sun, The Monkey King himself and surprisingly he’s a swell guy; a little too flamboyant but a swell guy.

Too bad a certain boyfriend was too less than thrilled about his girl getting “buddy-buddy” with that guy.

“I don’t see what the big deal is, I mean Sun didn’t seem all that bad.” You watched as Macaque paced back in forth in anger.

“It does matter, you’re my girl and i want it to stay that way. Wukong is the type of guy who does whatever he wants with no regard for others!”

You sigh and rubbed a migraine that was coming. You were fully awake of their history together and while you completely sympathized with him, don’t you think it’s time he’d let that (Beep) go.

“Baby, don’t you think….That it’s time to let it go? It’s been, I dunno centuries? Surely-“ you were cut off by Macaque.

“Oh, I see. Of course you’d take his side. Everyone always takes his side. Monkey King this, Monkey King that, I thought my girlfriend all of people would support me but Nooo; you just have to be-“

Uh oh, he just set a bomb off. In 3….2….1…💥

(SLAP!)

You’re hand was stinging from the bitch slap you just gave to the shadow simian. No this bitch, did not just implied you were cheating!? Nuh-uh, you weren’t having it.

“Okay Macaroni, I’m gonna ignore all of that all because you’re angry and clearly not thinking straight. So I’m gonna bounce, and when you’ve calm down, give me a call. Bye baby” And just like that, you were gone.

Later on you were welcomed by a mount of flowers and small trinkets, his way of saying he’s sorry I guess.

“Sugarplum, I’m really sorry. I just- I mean- you’re my everything and I don’t want to-“ you hushed him and pulled him into your arms, gently combing your fingers through his silky fur.

“It’s okay baby, all is good. Just remember that I’m always gonna be here for you, always. But don’t you ever accuse me of something like that again, or else I’ll (Beep) your (Beep) straight up ‘til Sunday.

Oh damn, to him you’re so damn sexy when you’re mad! 🥰

Nezha🪷

You knew the consequences of dating royalty, and said royalty just happened to the Lotus Prince himself.

You loved Nezha, you really do. But sometimes….Ugh!😤 You couldn’t take it with his possessiveness, not to mention his overprotective nature. You can’t seem to go anywhere without tight supervision and you were starting to get sick and tired of it.

“Nezha, my love. You know I’ve never questioned you before but…This is ridiculous man! I can’t go anywhere without you scrutinizing me. I-I feel smothered. I am fully capable of looking after myself!”

“No, I insist on this. You have no idea of the constant dangers of the celestial world. Countless demons will try to find you because of your, purity and they will-“

You couldn’t take it anymore, you grabbed him by the shirt(or whatever he’s wearing) and looked him dead in his face. “You listen to me and listen good: I will not be treated as some mere fragile object and be cooped up in here forever. If you refuse to listen to me, then I shall take my leave.”

You turned to leave his castle, despite his pleas, you just needed some space right now, that’s all. You went to favorite hiding place and decided to mess around on your favorite instrument(flute for right now)

youtube

As you were too caught up in the melody, you failed to notice that Nezha had found you and was listening to your song.

“You always did had the most amazing music in the world, my love. (Sigh) I…I wish to apologize, I never mean’t for you to feel as if you were nothing but a fragile thing. I care deeply about you and-and the thought of loosing you just-“

Aww, now he’s crying 😢

Damn it, you couldn’t stay mad at him, you offered your hand gesturing him to come sit with you, you lay him down as his head rested on your lap. “It’s fine, my sweet prince. All is forgiven, just remember I want to be there by your side by any means necessary, even if that means I have to fight every demon in my way.

He sighed as he relaxed in your lap. “Your words are so precious to me. Could you carry on with your music, please?”

Red Son🔥🌶️

What is this guy’s problem, seriously it’s not like this ain’t happened before?

Your sweetheart, Red Son has suffered another humiliating defeat from “Noodle Boy” as he called him and he’s fuming in anger, literally.

“Sweetie calm down before you set something on fire-“

“I can’t! I need to be able to defeat him. He’s my enemy and that way I can finally show my father I can be of use to him. I figured you of all people would appreciate it if you’d at l least li-

Nope, no way in hell he’s gonna finish that sentence. You warned him what would happen if he called you a “Peasant” again.

So you’d grabbed him by the family jewels 💎

“Baby, I know you’re upset and you have my undying support, but don’t ever call me “Peasant” again, okay?”

(Whimpering) “Y-yes my dear, whatever you wish.”

You giggled and gives him a big smooch on the cheek. You can’t stay mad at your little firecracker.

MK🍜

It’s another day of The Great Wall Race, and you were aiming to win. And you were hoping to get some support from your baby Sokk- (Ahem, wrong fandom) MK! Your baby, MK.

But instead, he decided to race against you. Ain’t that a (Beep)

“Hey sweetie, hope you don’t mind if I race with you, is that okay!?” 😄

Okay, now he’s gonna get it. First, he’s got no clue what he’s doing and frankly, he’s going to get himself killed.

Makes things even worse since that whiny (Bleep) Red Son and his family are too!

In the end MK and Mei won the race and won the trophy. You laughed your ass off when MK thought he won the actual peach of immortality.

“Haha-haha! Looks like things didn’t go your way Huh, MK”

“Yeah, look babe I’m, I’m sorry about the whole thing. You’re the racer and I’m not. That’s why I love you too much.”

You whimpered and pulled him into a bone crushing hug, you love this boy too damn much.

(Well that’s it, I was gonna add Sun to this but didn’t really felt like it.)

#monkie kid macaque #lmk monkie kid #monkie kid mk #lmk red son x reader #lmk nezha #nezha x reader #lmk mk x reader #lmk macaque x reader #Youtube

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Rosa x reader - getting to know the real you

can i request a Rosa x femreader?? I leave you full freedom for the plot. if you do it THANK U SO MUCH otherwise just know that I love your stories, KEEP IT UP!!!💕💕 - Anon💜

You had no clue what to do with yourself, you stared at the phone in your hand.

You had her contact open, but you know she didn’t want to hear from you, she made that perfectly clear when she told you it was over.

You were over.

There wasn’t a you and her anymore.

You wanted to cry, but you couldn’t, you had cried all you could.

Setting your phone down, you looked around the now empty apartment you sighed and picked up the phone again.

You: we said forever, but I guess we said it too soon. I don’t know what’s going on but I love you Rosa, and if in a year or two or three you want to try again I just pray you’ll call and tell me I’m still on your mind, that you’ll say you want this.

You sent the message and tossed your phone aside.

You knew you weren’t going to get a reply, and as the following morning came around you walked down the stairs and handed your key back to the building manager.

“Can’t believe you’re going kid, it’s gonna be weird not seeing you around.”

“All come visit Al, I just… I can’t keep here…”

He nodded his head in understanding and gave you a gently hug.

Heading to your car, you got in, glancing at your phone in the seat next to yours, you debated on picking it up but you decided against it.

Instead you just started driving, not even daring to look back.

Your phone rang a few times but you didn’t bother picking up, you had a long drive ahead of you and you didn’t want to get delayed by any traffic or anything.

You siblings were waiting for you to arrive, and although your sister offered to pick you up you decided to go alone, wanting the time to clear your head.

And you did.

Over the long drive you used the time to stuff all your emotion away, locking them behind thick doors so you wouldn’t have to confront them.

Finally you pulled outside the home you were oh so familiar with, and you stepped out of your car, phone and bag in hand.

“Jesus (Y/N) you could’ve at least called!”

“Sorry Rebekah.”

You turned around, letting her pull you in for a hug as you rested your chin on her shoulder, taking a small breath as you looked to the open door.

“Is he home…?” You asked softly.

“Yeah, of course he is. He’s been worried sick.”

You pulled away and walked into the house.

You didn’t need to search it, you knew exactly what room he was going to be in so you walked straight there.

Slowly you pushed the door open and stepped in, letting the door fall shut behind you.

You looked at the tall man as he paced back and forth, tossing a ball up and down in his hand.

“Klaus…”

“(Y/N)!”

He rushed around and quickly walked over, wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you into his chest, holding you tightly as you clung to your older brother.

Tears started to brim your eyes again.

“I’ve got you…” he whispered.

“I… I should’ve.. should’ve listened…”

Klaus sighed, resting his chin on your head as he ran his hand up and down your back.

“No, no you had every right not to. You deserve to be happy okay? And if you want I’ll go make her pay for breaking your heart.”

You quickly pulled away, shaking your head frantically.

“No! No! Klaus you can’t hurt Rosa, promise me you won’t hurt Rosa..”

Klaus looked at you, and although he wasn’t happy about what happened, he was furious Rosa had ripped out your heart and stomped all over it.

He wanted to go there and do what he did best. But looking at your face, begging him not too, he couldn’t do it to you.

“Fine, but you just say the word and I promise you I’ll make her or anyone suffer.”

“Just.. just let me stay with you…”

“You’re always welcome, you know that.” He laughed softly.

Klaus led you over to the couch and sat down, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as you stared at the paintings around the room.

You loved your brothers art, it was so beautiful, and it made you smile knowing that his art was in museums knowing full well people didn’t know it was his.

He had a real talent, even if he wasn’t so nice to many people, and he did horrible, unspeakable things, he was still your older brother.

You were his baby sister. The youngest of the bunch, and you knew there wasn’t anything they wouldn’t do for you.

Elijah was away, and you were told he wouldn’t be back for at least a week, so for the first it it was just your Rebekah and Klaus, and they didn’t everything they could to help you.

Recovery was a long road, and you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

You loved Rosa.

You wanted your whole life to be with her.

“What exactly happened?” Elijah asked softly.

You took a breath, and sighed a little, turning to face him from your spot on the roof where you were stargazing.

“I… I’d been dating her a few years… and she.. well she found out because of some hunters.. I tried to explain her… tried to talk to her.. but she called me a demon.. a monster…”

Elijah felt his heart clench.

He looked at you and reached out, placing his hand on your head, smoothing your hair down a little bit.

“(Y/N), you listen to me, okay? Listen very carefully, you are anything but a demon, a monster. You are so kind, and gentle, and caring. You haven’t ever hurt a soul who has never hurt you before, even after everything that father put you through, you still have such a pure heart.”

You smiled a little, and shrugged a tiny bit not really convinced.

“I guess she’s right… I am a monster…”

“Don’t you ever say that about yourself.”

You jumped a little, turning around to find Klaus climbing on to the roof as well, walking over to sit next to you.

“Don’t you ever call yourself a monster you hear me? I swear to whatever god there is that I will throw you off this roof right now.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Want to test that?”

Klaus went to pick you up and you quickly jumped behind Elijah, hiding behind him as you stuck your middle finger up at Klaus.

“I’m sad! You’re supposed to be caring for me not trying to throw me off buildings!”

“Stop calling yourself a monster then!”

You grinned a little at klaus and he grinned back, opening his arms letting you sit next to him.

You were so caught up with you siblings you didn’t bother checking your phone, in fact, it probably died weeks ago because you never put it on charge.

Walking around the back, admiring the vast countryside behind the house.

“(Y/N)?”

You turned to the doorway where Rebekah was standing looking angry and a little unsure.

“You have a guest.”

She stepped aside and you watched Rosa step out, looking a little lost and very high on alert.

“Want me to stay?” Rebekah asked.

“No.. no it’s okay…”

She nodded and glared at Rosa before she went back inside.

You turned away from Rosa, not really wanting to look at her so you rested your hands on the fence separating the house from the country.

Rosa looked at you, admiring how you still looked so beautiful just standing there, but she quickly shook her head and walked over.

Standing a few feet from you, she copied what you were doing.

“We’ve been trying to call you. I’ve been trying to call you.”

You glanced at her before turning away from her.

“Yeah.. it uh.. it died weeks ago. I don’t actually think I know where it is…”

“Did you check under your bed? You have a habit of throwing it under there when you’re ignoring it.”

You opened your mount to try and defend yourself but you knew she was right. Whenever you were avoiding people you hid your phone under your bed.

“I didn’t look there…”

Rosa looked at you.

“Look… I can’t say I’m not pissed. Because I’m pissed, really pissed okay?”

“Then why come Rosa? If you’re so pissed why come here? Aren’t you scared of the big bad vampires?” You scoffed a little.

Rosa rolled her eyes, walking over she pushed your shoulder making you turn to face her.

“No you moron, I’m not scared. I was just pissed off you never said anything.”

You rose a brow at her and she rolled her eyes.

“I’m not scared.”

“You know I know when you’re lying.”

“Fine, but I’m never going to admit it. But why didn’t you tell me?”

You threw your hands in the air.

“What the hell was I suppose to say?! Hey Rosa by the way I’m a vampire, one of the original vampires, my sister has been dead half my life, and my brothers are a raging psychopath and a sophisticated peacekeeper who cleans up my psycho brothers mess?!”

“Hey! That’s not nice you know!”

You glared at the back door.

“Fuck off Niklaus!”

He smirked and went back inside and you turned to Rosa.

“What the hell was I supposed to tell you?”

She sighed a little.

“I don’t know, okay? I don’t know. But how did you hide it so well?”

You smirked a little.

“I’m over a thousand years old Rosa, you think you’re good at keeping secrets? Try keeping them for that long.”

“Shit you’re old as hell. Doesn’t that make you a creep or something?”

You playfully slapped her shoulder and she smiled softly at you, letting out another sigh.

“Look, I’m sorry. Okay? I’m only saying it once and if you tell anyone I’ll break your jaw.”

“You couldn’t, but I won’t tell anyone.”

You noticed your siblings lurking in the background and you hopped over your fence, holding your hand out to Rosa.

She looked behind her and climbed over the fence, taking your hand to let you pull her down and you both walked away.

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

“I… to be honest? No…”

“What the hell were you going to do when I got older and you didn’t then?”

“Cosmetic surgery?”

Rosa scoffed, shaking her head at you.

“Unbelievable.”

You grinned a little.

Placing your hands behind you back, you spun around, walking backward as you smiled softly at her.

It was that smile Rosa couldn’t resist no matter how much she wanted too she just could. It was something about that soft innocent smile that drew her in.

She stopped walking so you stopped as well.

“Will you answer any questions I have?” She asked.

“Of course, anything.”

So that’s what you two did.

You led her to your favourite flower patch, and as much as she didn’t want to sit in it you did so you both sat there and you answered every single question she had.

From when you became a vampire and how, to what you ate and how often and how you came about it.

Rosa couldn’t imagine you hurting anyone, and from what you told her you never had.

It reassured her a little bit knowing you had the power to kill anyone you wanted, but you refused because you didn’t like hurting people.

She believed it.

Maybe she shouldn’t, but hell she watched you cry for an hour when you accidentally hit her in the head with a cabinet door.

“I moved away from my siblings because well.. I wanted to try live a normal life, and I had a huge fight with Klaus, so I wanted to get away.”

You laid down, gazing up at the sunny sky.

“That’s why you joined the NYPD?” She asked.

“Nah I was just bored when I did that.”

She laughed a little.

“I don’t regret it though, because I wouldn’t have met you. But I regret not telling you sooner, I understand if you don’t want to be with me. Hell I can even make you forget me if you want, If that’ll make it easier.”

Rosa shuffled over, leaning over, hands planted on either side of your head as she looked down at you.

You smiled a little, bringing a hand up to brush her hair behind ear.

“What if I don’t what to forget?”

“I’m dangerous…”

Rosa smirked, leaning down, nose brushing against yours.

“I like danger.”

With that, she leant down and kissed you deeply, one you were more than happy and eager to kiss her back, missing the feeling of her lips against yours.

You heard some cheering and clapping and quickly pushed Rosa away, rolling her over she he back was against the grass and you sat up.

You spotted your siblings and the rest of the 99 team stood not that far away.

“You pervs!” You shouted.

Rosa quickly shot up, looking at them all as they all came over and you knew she was furious with them.

“Don’t.” You whispered.

She looked at you but nodded her head, letting them all come over to tackle you into a hug and ask you about everything and get to learn about your siblings.

You knew it would be a slow start with Rosa, it would take a while to sort everything out again, but something told you that after some time you two would be okay

#brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 #brooklyn nine nine x reader #Brooklyn nine nine x you #b99 #b99 imagine #b99 x you #b99 x reader #Rosa diaz #Rosa diaz x reader #Rosa diaz x you #Rosa diaz imagine

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imisskacchan · 10 months

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Little Princess//pt.2//

Find pt.1 here

TW: Non-con Elements,

The rest of the voyage you didn’t utter another word. You wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing how angry they made you.

Instead you thought about all the ways you could make them suffer like they did to you

You arrived on the shore of what you guessed was their settlement.

Bakugo led you off the ship where you were met by many other women who had come to greet their men. The red head was greeted by a beautiful woman with soft pink hair. The man with freckles was greeted by a woman with big round cheeks.

Did they know their men were murderers? What they went to do ll for your sake was unforgivable.

These people get to be happy while you suffer. They get to know a kind of love you never will.

You’ll never get to meet your true love like all of the princesses did in the fairytales your mother read to you.

No instead you have to walk around with the monsters who ruined your life.

“Why’re you fucking crying now?” Katsuki asked turning your face to meet his. You hadn’t even noticed your tears falling.

You quickly pulled away from his touch. Touching him felt like daggers piercing your skin. You couldn’t bare even standing in the same vicinity as your captor.

He scoffed and pulled you with him away from the others.

He brought you to his hut. It was fairly large inside with space for a bed topped with luscious furs, a carved stone tub, and a chimney.

He let you look around for a moment before bringing you to sit on the bed and tying your hands to the bedpost. Your wrist ached at the strenuous position.

“Don’t move, i’ll be back later and when I am i’ll really give you something to cry about, princess.” he says walking out the door leaving you alone.

Did he mean what you though he meant-?

You had to get out of here. Maybe there were neighboring tribes that would take you in. It didn’t matter as long as you left now. Your plot for revenge was forgotten in regards for self preservation.

You pulled on your ropes but they were tied too tight, you’d have to find something to cut them with.

You looked around and thanked the heavens. Katsuki had weapons hanging up all over the hut. The closest one was hanging by the end of the bed. You used your foot to reach and knock it down before bringing it to cut your ropes. You were careful not to hurt your wrist anymore.

You actually did it, now you just had to escape without anyone noticing. Simple enough right?

You found one of Katsuki’s cloths and wrapped it around your wrist straightening it.

You hurried to the exit peeking outside to make sure no one was around.

Everyone seemed to be celebrating around a large bonfire. You were thankful that no one noticed you as you made your way out the door and through the village.

You stopped when you came across a forest. Surely with the sun down it would be hard track you. You took a deep breath and started walking into the woods.

“Hey!” a voice called from behind you.

You didn’t even look back before you started running. You weren’t familiar with the terrain but you wouldn’t stop running. Every second was pertinent if you wanted to get away.

You almost trip a few times but manage to correct yourself before you can. Your legs are tired and it feels like you’ve been running forever. You keep on and hope you’ve gone far enough.

It’s cold out and you’re not dressed appropriately. All you have to keep you warm is a scarf.

It’s been about half an hour since you left. The man from before didn’t chase you but no doubt he went to get the chief.

You didn’t know where you were going or what you were gonna do.

You panicked when you heard footsteps behind you. You ran as fast as your legs would carry you. Jumping over logs and weaving through trees you tried to put distance between you and whoever was out there.

You thought you could actually get away. Well till a strong body slammed into yours pinning you to the ground. You thrashed against them but with your broken wrist it was useless.

“Thought you could run away from me huh?” he whispered tightening his hands around your wrists bringing them above your head. You cried out from the pain.

Katsuki.

“You’ll never get the chance again” he says calmly pulling you to your feet.

When you arrived back at the village everyone was staring at you like you were some prized animal that was caught.

Katsuki pulled you closer to him as you walked through the crowd of people.

“Mine” he growled in your ear.

“I’d rather die than belong to you” you replied with disgust lacing your tone.

“Yeah we’ll see about that princess” he chuckled.

Your heart pounded when he brought you back to his hut. Your discarded ropes still laid on the bed where you left them.

“You’ve got balls princess, i’ll give you that” Katsuki said breaking the silence as he pushed you onto the bed.

“It’s just gonna make it all the more fun to break you” he smirked as he took off his clothes.

His build was like something of a God. He had hard washboard abs with a surprisingly small waist. You willed yourself not to look down as he removes his pants.

Your self control could use some work.

It was like he had a third leg...

How was that going to fit inside you?

He could obviously see the panic in your eyes because he reassured you that he’d ‘make it fit’.

He came to stand between your legs where you sat on the side of the bed.

You tried to scoot away but his hand came to grip your hair keeping you still.

“Please... don’t- i’ve never...” you stuttered trying to find something to say that could buy you some time.

“Oh? The little princess is a virgin huh?” he sneered as you brought your lip between your teeth.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you” he promised before moving to take your clothes off and pushing you back against the bed. He climbs on top of you and straddles your legs between his.

“W-wait no don’t” you begged as he ran his calloused palms over your bare body.

“I was gonna go slow, but I changed my mind after I had to chase your through the goddamn woods for a half hour” he growled.

The air escapes from your lungs when you feel him run a thick finger over your slit. You shiver at the sensation clenching your thighs together and a chuckle falls from the blonde.

“What princess? Never had someone play with your clit before?” he mocked as he slaps your thigh hard causing you to cry out. He places his legs between yours forcing you to keep them open.

His digits move between your folds causing you to whimper and try and pull away from him. That earns you another slap.

“Stay. Fucking. Still.” he orders as his fingers continue to move. You feel yourself starting to get wet and your cheeks heat up.

“Look at you, hah fucking soaking and i’ve barely touched you”

“N-no I-“ you choked as you felt him press a digit into your warm core.

“Fuck princess, so fucking tight” he groans feeling your walls clench around him. You let out a loud moan as his thumb presses against your clit.

You hips buck against him, the feeling of pleasure washes over you as his fingers plunge into your heat.

Katsuki feels you clench down on him and before you can come he pulls his fingers out.

You whimper at the lost sensation and look up to find him stroking his length.

“Don’t worry princess i’ll let you come, just on my cock” he says rubbing his tips through your wet folds collecting your arousal.

You go to protest bit before you can he sinks into you at a agonizingly slow pace. Taking inch after inch you feel like he’s gonna split you open.

When he finally bottoms out inside you tears begin to fall down your cheeks at how full you feel.

“I-it hurts Katsuki” you cry out.

He ignores you as he pulls his length out.

“Fuck... please” you choke out. He reaches up and closes a fist around your throat.

“Come on Y/N... fuck... beg for it- beg for me to fuck you, to let you come, do it” he says through clenched teeth.

You can’t even string together a thought right now. You feel so unbelievably full.

“Please... Katsuki please fuck me” you whimper.

“Please make me come”

That’s all he needs to hear before he sheaths himself inside of you, watching as your eyes roll back and your mouth opens into a silent moan.

“Fuck Y/N... you’re fucking mine, say it- fuck say it” he growls as he pounds into you.

“I’m- I... fuck... I’m yours Katsuki.” He chuckles before his mouth latches onto your neck biting hard.

He marked you.

“That’s fucking right you are, and i’m gonna fill you up so fucking good princess.” He moans as he feels you lose yourself around him.

“Yeah that’s it come on my fucking cock... fuck... good girl, my good little slut.” He pulls your legs up and places them on his shoulders so he can be deeper inside you.

His mouth comes to claim yours with a hungry kiss full of passion and lust. He chuckles when he pulls away seeing your blissed out expression.

He picks up his pace and his cock brushed against your cervix causing you to cry out in pleasure and pain.

“F-fuck Katsuki’s too much” you whine as his cock relentlessly hits your g-spot.

“Yeah you gonna come again? Come on princess... shit... come all over my cock like the whore you are.” And you do. Your back arches and tears fall as you scream in bliss, he growls as he fucks into you chasing his own release.

He bites at your soft skin leaving his mark on you.

“ ‘M gonna fucking fill you up, breed you like a fucking slut.” You’re too blissed out to hear he fucks your through your orgasm.

His head rests on yours as he listens to your mewls and he groans loudly as he paints your walls with his cum.

He pulls out and rolls over pulling you against his chest.

“Don’t ever run from me again.” You just nod.

After all you were just a little princess and there wasn’t much you could do against the King.

#yandere bakugo x reader #viking bakugo #size k1nk

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soupgoose · 1 year

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I’m Right Here

Summary : After weeks, the Captain of the Invincible had still not woken from their Cryopod. And while most of the crew has lost hope, Mark, now as Acting Captain still held on to the thought that they would. Was it denial, or a foolish hope that his beloved Captain would wake up? Possibly. But whatever was going on in his head wasn’t going to change their fate. And Mark hadn't left their side. No one wanted their Captain to stay asleep forever, but in this state, they weren't really alive either.

Genre : Hurt/Comfort, Angst (with a happy ending)

Word Count : 2500

Paring : (Sort of) Head Engineer Mark / [Gender Neutral]Captain, Captaineer

TW: I’ll add these since there is mention of being in a comatose state and self-blame but that’s it!

A/N: I'M BACK BABY

No jokes, I have returned from my unofficial hiatus (cough-burn out-cough) and I am ready to write again! First time writing 2nd person for a fic, so please let me know how I can improve. Slightly shorter than how I prefer my writing, but I didn't want it to drag.

I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading! As always, if you have any ideas or critiques for how I can improve in the future, please let me know!

Happy reading! -Soup :D

“Hey, Mark? ‘You in here?” Gunther called out from the doorway.

The engineer sat alone in the small break room, hands in a fist held in front of his face. His expression was difficult to read as most of the lights were turned off. A few emergency lights at the corners of the room dimly lighting the man's figure.

“Mark…” Celci spoke quietly, a contrast from how she typically spoke to him.

Only receiving a quiet sigh from him, she exchanged a nod between herself, Gunther, and Burt. Burt stepped in, flicking the light switch by the room’s entrance. Mark winced at the sudden brightness, covering his eyes with his hands. He sniffed, turning his head towards them, “I’m guessing nothing new then?”

The man's eyes were glossy and red, now shimmering under the fluorescent lights. There were marks left from tears that had fallen from his eyes, leaving only the path that they took down his face.

“Well, they’re vital signs are stable, but they’re still sleeping.”

The corners of his mouth fell into a deeper frown, his eyebrows furrowed as he closed his eyes. His knuckles rested against his forehead as his thumbs pressed at the space in between his brows.

“We know that that’s not the news that you wanted to hear, Mark. But at the very least, they are still healthy…”

His brown eyes looked focused at the table in front of him. Only looking up when Gunther came over to stand next to him. He looked wordlessly at his friends, all sharing the same worries he had. “They’ve been “healthy, for almost a month.” he started, “What if-” he fought hard against the knot that formed at the base of his throat, “-What if they don’t-” stopping himself, he turned away from them as he attempted to clear his throat.

The four knew what he wanted to ask, even though he had already done so many times before.

Even when he already knew that their answer wouldn’t change. He just didn’t know what else to say.

He took a moment to collect himself before clearing his throat, “It’s been three weeks… how much longer do you think we should wait?”

Celci gathered a breath, “We don’t know. It's- we're worried that if we force them out of cryo sleep, their vitals and brain functions would suffer. But then again, if we wait too long, we aren't sure if they’ll be able to- ehhem- We’re not sure how much damage Cryo is doing to them as it is.” Her voice began to falter. Celci was known as a hard and calculated person, though she had her moments, but her mood had taken the same turn that everyone else’s had.

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After arriving at their final destination, while every other crew member had woken up to begin work on starting the new colony, their Captain remained asleep.

In the beginning, no one was particularly worried. Cryo sleep can often be difficult to emerge from, especially taking into consideration how long the individual had been out for.

However, as days began to pass, more and more of the crew began to grow concerned. The Captain hadn’t shown any signs of progression in waking up. And their vital scans remained consistent with how they were when they had first entered the cryo pod.

The only distinguishable detail was that they'd showed a small spike every so often, similar to when a person enters REM sleep.

After 5 days, the leads from every division of the crew had gathered for a meeting. Without the guidance of the Captain, they decided that the four main crew leads, Mark, Celci, Gunther, and Burt, would take over leading the building faze of the colony, until the Captain emerged. Since Mark was the head engineer, and had been in charge for the creation of the Invincible 2, he was appointed as the temporary Captain. While the other three had to be involved in all decisions, his word was final.

Two and a half weeks have passed since then.

Was it denial, or a foolish hope that his beloved Captain would wake up? Possibly. But whatever was going on in his head wasn’t going to change their fate. Mark hadn't left their side. His coworkers had found him multiple times asleep leaned up against the cryopod’s door. The three had tried to convince him that he should try to let them go, but he always refused. No one wanted their Captain to stay asleep forever, but in this state, they weren't really alive either.

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“I’m going to go see them.” He said, getting up from his spot.

“Mark… I- We know you don’t want to think about it, but the longer we wait, there will only be a higher likelihood of there being more damage.”

Ignoring them, he began to walk past.

“Come on Mark, we need to talk about this.” Gunther spoke firmly, grabbing him by his sleeve.

“I just need a second!” Mark's eyes had an irritated gleam to them. “...Please.”

Burt placed his hand on Mark’s arm before looking back at Gunther. Gunther’s hand dropped back to his side with a sigh.

“Another few minutes won’t change anything. I just need to collect my thoughts, okay?”

The group hesitantly let him go. They needed to decide soon. And they needed Mark to be the one to do it.

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Their Cryopod had been moved to a quieter, more isolated and sterile part of the ship. An old additional medical bay was preferable to the front control room. With less foot traffic, the Captain’s attendants could better maintain and focus on taking care of them.

The room was a bit darker as well. So long as they didn’t leave the monitor screens on full brightness.

Mark found it to be… comforting? More relaxing, maybe? As the acting Captain, he found that the crew had taken an interest in talking and meeting with him more than they used to. He would probably have enjoyed the extra attention, if it weren't for the current circumstances.

On top of having to run a growing colony and managing all of the new affairs of his current job, he was bombarded with questions, including the ones that he didn’t have answers to, and the ones didn’t want to answer. “Mark, are there any updates on the Captain’s condition?”

“Have you and the team come up with a plan?”

“Are they dead?”

But here, as grim and morbid as it may be, he found an ounce of peace. Even though it was accompanied by a deep and profound sadness.

“Hey, Cap’n…” He greeted them quietly. Although there was no response, he still paused for one.

He sat with his back pressed against the wall adjacent to their Cryopod, so he could maintain a close distance to them, while also being able to see the cold blue doors.

“Now I get why you don’t like all of the crew's attention. I mean yeah, some of it’s nice, but all of the time? I understand why you like being alone.” He said before chuckling to himself briefly. He could almost hear their laughter.

As he did everyday, he relayed any updates and reports there were. Including any funny stories if they happened. He felt that it was his duty, since he wasn’t really the Captain. He needed to keep them up to date on what was going on with their colony. That roll still belonged to them after all, they had earned it.

He sat with them for a long time in silence. Well, kind of silence. Their heart and oxygen monitors, along with the various other beeps bops, were present in the background.

Eventually, he continued,

“C.C and the team want me to come up with a decision. I just, don’t think I can. I don’t want this to be a lost hope yet. I want to believe that you’ll wake up one of these days, and then everything will just go back to the way things were…”

“But… I don’t know how long that will take, Cap.” His voice wavered, and he forced out a hard sigh.

“I don’t know how to do this without you. I trust you more than anybody, more so than myself… I should have listened to you. I shouldn’t have tried to blame you. I- I shouldn’t have tried to be the hero…I was so reckless…now you-"

He brought his knees up to his chest as tears started to well in his eyes.

He scoffed, burying the quiver in his voice with a brief cough.

He looked up at one of their monitors. From what he had remembered it was one of the ones that showed some of their brain functions. He had asked to be present though the majority of the Captain’s "check-ups". While he denies it, there wasn’t anything that he wasn’t there for, despite the crew’s suggestions for him to “Let them do their work in peace.” He never really left the Captain’s side so long as he could help it.

Through that he had gleaned a bit of an understanding of what all the peaks and dips meant on the screen. He watched closely at the lines, taking note of what he believed to be them entering a state similar to REM.

"I wonder what you're dreaming about Cap." he started, "I hope it's something nice. Like a quiet beach or a cabin, where nothing matters… just peace…"

A small smile almost broke through his frown, imagining his dearest friend somewhere peaceful for the first time in multiple eternities.

Then reality hit him again. “It's my fault, isn’t it?” He asked in a quiet voice. “Everything we went through- It was my fault. The warp-core…The loops… It was all my fault. All you did was try to clean up my mess. You believed in us, you believed in me, and all I gave you in return was nothing but blame and hate.”

“How could you forgive me?”

For a while after that, he sat there, quietly sobbing into his knees. Out of every person on the Invincible, no one wanted the Captain to wake up more so than himself. He needed to apologize to them. To talk to them again. Face to face.

He didn’t need them to forgive him. Frankly, he wouldn't care if they never wanted to see him again after that. He just needed to know that they were alive. That all of their efforts had mattered.

From inside, unknown and unnoticed, a new movement stirred. Their stiff and sore body rose from its rest, their muscles trying to stretch within the limited room. They let out a stifled yawn, rubbing the sleep away from their eyes. Their hands moved to rub small circles into their neck, wincing every so often when finding a particularly sore spot.

Confused, they tapped at the screen in front of them, after having gotten used to the monotone voice waking them up, the quiet was unnerving. Through their slight shiver, they heard a very muffled and desperate voice from beyond the blue walls.

As they reached for the door they stopped abruptly.

“C-captain… I’m so- so sorry Captain. I should have trusted you more. I just- I need you-I need you to wake up, tell me what I should do…”

They were taken aback, surprised at hearing him sound so upset. Especially over them. How long had they taken to wake up? Why was Mark so desperate for their advice? Had their plan worked? Was all of this finally over? Were they finally free from the constant repeats and agony?

Continuous questions raced through their mind, only halting when they heard Mark speak again.

“We need you back, Captain. I need you….”

Their voice was hoarse, just barely able to call out to him as the words scratched against their vocal cords.

He hadn’t heard them.

“I can’t keep going like this- you’re supposed to be the captain, not me. I didn’t sign up for this. I never thought that you wouldn’t be able to lead. Why would I-”

They tried to call out to him again, a little louder. They tried the door, pushing against it, but their body still hadn’t regained all of its strength. It was still not enough

A few corridors down, Celci and the other cryo-engineers received a shocking notification.

"Holy shit."

"Please wake up…" his words were weak and desperate. "Captain please, just wake up."

Frustrated, they reached up to hit the emergency release latch, and the Cryopod door swung open.

Their knees almost hitting the ground before catching themselves. They squinted at the brightness from the screens flashing with warnings. Sterile air hitting their lungs as they caught their breath. Though heavily disoriented, they heard a small voice from behind them.

“Captain?”

The captain turned to look at their distressed partner. He looked so small, so… hopeless.

The flashing lights illuminated the streaks of tears that followed the curve of Mark’s face.

He was speechless, his eyes wide with shock. Unsure if he was dreaming this, or if all of his wishes suddenly were answered. Their face looked unscathed, their features just as he remembered them from when they first arrived on the Invincible. No bruises or cuts, they looked… alive.

He was expecting anger, hate, something to lash out on him at any moment. And the longer they stared, the harder he braced himself. Whatever was coming, he felt he deserved it.

After what felt like an eternity, they moved, taking a small step towards him.

“Mark?” the captain asked in a voice just above a whisper, “Is that you?”

As they inched closer, Mark instinctively brought his hands up, almost on guard.

He wanted to answer, but every word that came to mind got caught in his throat.

Only able to whimper, “Captain. I am so, so sorry…” He couldn’t stop more tears from pouring over and down his face, and a river of emotions raged. “I am so, so, sorry. I-I thought I- I thought you weren't going to wake up. I thought I had ki-”

“It was all my fault.” he sobbed. “I don’t care if you never want to see me again, I just needed to know that you were okay. So, please go ahead. Yell, scream, just do something! I can take it-” he stopped mid-sentence.

The Captain looked horrified. Years of memories and trauma lingered at the forefront of their mind, all of it pointing at the respective catalyst. Everything they went through, each ounce of pain should have made them so terribly mad at the engineer. It would have been so easy to let it consume them, let all of that rage take control and let loose on the poor man…

But they couldn’t.

Mark wasn’t aware of the opening door, or the gasps from the doorway. He could only feel their warm arms, and the steady sound of their heart-beat coming from their chest. Caught off guard, it took him a solid few seconds for him to react. The way their arms wrapped around him, the way they held the back of his head to their chest… They weren't mad at him at all.

Holding them back tightly, and burying his head deeper into their chest, he felt so relieved.

They were alive.

Through his shaky breaths and sobs, he heard the voice he realized just how much he had missed.

“I’m right here, Mark."

“I’m right here.”

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YIPEE I FINALLY GOT THIS THING OUT OF MY DRAFTS!!!

In all seriousness, thank you for reading. I know I’ve been absent from tumbler lately, however, I’m planning on hoping right back into writing! I have quite a few more WIPs that I plan on posting relatively soon (wink wonk) and I can’t wait for you all to see them!

If if you have any ideas or critiques for how I can improve in the future, please let me know! Thank you again.

Happy Reading!

-Goose :D

#markiplier #markiplier egos #iswm #iswm head engineer #iswm captain #captaineer #iswm x reader #angst with a happy ending #2nd person pov #gender neutral #I'm so happy to have this done #I swear #I dunno I had this idea in my pebble brain for like 5 months before I finally sat down to finish it #screaming #but in a good way

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ganseyenthusiast · 1 year

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anyways since the theme of post-TRK seems to be that every single character ignores any development they had and gets worse, I'm listing everything out here + with a rating of how likely I, the authority of everything ever, think it was. greywaren spoilers obviously

1. Declan: Decides Dad was good all along, disregards real actual emotional abuse and parentification as "misremembering" how great Niall was. 6/10. CDTHEU Declan is a very different character to TRK Declan, I still think he's been too self aware throughout to suddenly walk it back THIS severely. I predict a severe breakdown for him age 30 since I've never witnessed someone do Denial as their last stage of grief.. it’s gonna be explosive

2. Ronan: Disregards his family for the majority of his arc, is worse to them than in TRC. does not call gansey for months. finds a new FP instead of a therapist. emotionally worse off. does find himself via terrorism I guess? 9/10. pretty on brand for Ronan to go scorched earth and suffer zero consequences. I do wish he was made aware of his birth circumstances and displayed the same love/grief for aurora/niall that he's shown in every book except greywaren. are you telling me he can look at the New Fenian and be OKAY?????

3. Adam: ‘Reinvents’ himself, suffers, lies, suffers again. Does not call gansey. Suffers in the VoidSpace, apparently with no lasting consequences. becomes a narc. 7/10. I was hoping for a more self aware adam post TRK but him choosing to pull a Henry Cheng is also pretty on brand. wish he'd actually broken up with Ronan for at least a week. him becoming a narc is unfortunately pretty accurate to character but government jobs are not famously well paying so it really does feel random? the only thing he’s done that’s close to sleuthing is inventing pedo murder charges for his teacher/keeping with the bryde stuff. plus he's still not utilizing his magic skill so this just feels like a continuation of the Harvard arc for the rest of his life which is REALLY baffling when u compare how many times TRK insists he's a magician and will remain a magician/psychic despite everything. seems he's growing MORE disconnected with himself. i’m all for negative development but it’s really being framed as a happy ending which is baffling ngl

4. Gansey: has a sociology degree + is only associated with blue (and nobody else) in the 4-5 years since TRK. Completely reversed his stance on henrietta being home, on "I'd take all of you anywhere with me", on his dedication to history/archeology. does not seem too concerned about Ronan going insane, still odd despite the time he's had to get used to it. 5/10. horrible representation of gansey but I DO like that he's focusing on himself instead of raising pynch. as i say this i remember the ring thing and grit my teeth. complete ignorance of Henry AFTER his whole "friends forever and ewer" TRK thing gives me a good playground to make things worse so I like it but it's definitely weird. how did being a teenager specifically suck for you king because I think Being Dead trauma is unrelated to age

5. Matthew: nearly found independence + love in the abrasive way that lynches give it, then was disregarded emotionally and still not given an apology for the Everything from declan. 8/10. extremely on brand for the lynches to not hold each other accountable. Matthew seems to have improved somewhat + Declan is less overbearing about him, so I like it, I'll take it

6. Henry: went into Seondeok's black market low level mob business, got divorced?, does not speak to bluesey. 10/10. it’s so bad. absolutely off brand for the entire theme of him rejecting the Orders his mother who Literally Forced him to come to henrietta gave him (did not begin this game looking for a friend etc). refutes the entire "find your own something more" theme, refutes the "three of us" theme, refutes the "im going to make something great" motives. and I love it. TRULY my worst ending for Henry is becoming yet another fairy market nepotism casualty. he will Literally never escape and it’s FANTASTIC it is so much fun. Ha Ha You Have Become Your Mother

7. Fenian/Mor: live at the fucking barns now. 1/10. you are telling me a series whose entire THING is based on growing up/overcoming grief/moving on ends with THE FUCKING LYNCH FAMILY BACK AT THE BARNS?????????? WHAT THE HELL???? WHY IS EVERYONE OKAY WITH ANY OF THIS??????????????????????????????????????????????????

#mostly i want to reference this and see if my eventual reread changes my opinions #greywaren #dreamer trilogy #cdtheu #mstief

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