#just hearing their voices made me scream and cry and throw up and die

[lailas-in-space]

Imagine your OTP 🥰🥰🥰🥰

#the magnus protocol #the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tmagp #just hearing their voices made me scream and cry and throw up and die

[doki-doki-imagines]

Power of a hug feat mk1 Johnny Cage, Bi-Han, Kenshi Takahashi author note:as my fave memer said "the wettest and most humid kiss is nothing in comparison to the power of an hug". There are other characters that I have in mind with this prompt so I hope the post will go well lol.

tw: Kenshi part is suggestive.

You are used to being alone, you have been for most of your years, and you are sure Johnny would never describe you as clingy. You give him his space, he gives you yours, nice and comfortable. That’s why when he told you about this expedition that was going to take him a long time and far away, you didn’t budge, just kissed him goodbye and told him to come back in one piece.

Okay, the departure wasn’t so blunt, and maybe there weren’t just kisses and maybe you were sobbing while telling him to be safe because you knew that Johnny wasn’t going out for a movie, but this is the gist of it.

And now you are sitting on Johnny’s armchair, wearing his favorite cover, the one dripping off his perfume, reading, trying to get your mind elsewhere while your heart silently shouts in pain, while your brain screams at it to shut up, because you are strong and even if you haven’t heard him for 2 months you shouldn’t miss him so much, because you are independent and yadda yadda; you miss him so much you’d curl up in a hole and get moldy there.

You sit there, ‘till you recognize a familiar sound, “is that Liu Kang voice?” you think, already standing up. There are other voices outside the house, but soon they all fade when you hear one in particular.

It’s Johnny’s one.

You’d like to stay in, wait for him inside nonchalantly walking towards him to greet your boyfriend as elegantly as you can muster.

Outside is snowing and you are wearing shorts (made of wool, but still shorts) and slippers but your mind simply doesn’t work, heart beating freely, pumping blood with new vigor.

“Johnny!” You open the door, freezing air hitting your body with full force, but you feel nothing.

Your legs run toward your boyfriend before your mind perceives your action. He turns around at your voice, and he is so beautiful your legs almost give up…almost.

“Oh-“ You jump in his arms, knocking him a few steps behind, not noticing all the gifts he had to throw on the ground to take you. You sigh in his arms, his strong arms now enveloping your shivering body “Kitty, are you shivering because you missed me?” He jokingly says,

“Yeah, it’s because I missed you so much.”  Your voice breaks, your arms around his neck, legs gripping his waist as tightly as you can.

His hands slid on your thighs, thumbs drawing hearts on your skin, no goose-bumps, he is so warm and you are so full of love that you can’t feel anything else anymore.

Your foreheads kiss, breaths mingling, smiles stuck on both of your faces, warm brown eyes locked into yours.

His friends are long gone, leaving the two lovebirds alone.

He had to leave you there, in a snowstorm in the hands of the enemies, alone. You always have a plan, they always work out that’s why he trusts you so much even if you are a total dumbass.

“Go Bi-Han, don’t worry for me.” Your voice was trembling, you knew that you couldn’t survive and you also knew that he needed to return home alive.

And he follows your order because you are always right and things always go your way. Even when you are against him. Even when you tease him making his ears flush red. You always come up victorius.

Bi-Han stops on his track, snow falling on his shoulders. He can’t breathe. He hates you.

He’d like to sit there and let snow bury him. He can’t, he is Lin Kuei grandmaster whose willpower never waver, and who is headstrong like nobody else. Bi-Han has seen dear ones die in front of his eyes, betray him, this time mustn’t be any different.

Bi-Han feels like crying. You aren’t a fighter, but he wanted to bring you with him because nobody could outsmart you, and your brain was needed for this mission.

What an idiot. He tightens his fists, eyes closed so tight that wrinkles appear at the corners, no punishment would be enough for his mistake, never enough whips, never enough slaps.

He stays there a few more minutes, he couldn’t go back home, not ‘till he won’t be sure tears wouldn’t spill from his eyes.

Then he hears a voice, more like a whine, but it’s something he has heard many times before. Bi-Han starts to run towards the voice, walking much harder with so much snow.

“Told you-“ You are there, sitting on the snow, trembling like a newborn kitty, eyes shining, and with that shit-eating grin of yours “my plans never fail!” He crouches down towards you, he must be going crazy, his index and middle fingers pinch your cheek.

“Ouch! Why did you do that?” You are there, real, talking to him like you didn’t say goodbye to him a few minutes prior. He sits next to you, onyx eyes wide.

“You are alive” He is able to say, voice hoarse as always, mask reducing the sound to a mere whisper.

“Yeah, I would have never let anyone take my life, they have to get in line you know? Since you were the first one to promise me you were going to-“

Bi-Han doesn’t let you finish the phrase, his arms hugging your torso so close and so strongly against his body that he knocks air out of your lungs.

“I was so worried.” His right hand grips the back of your head, holding it in the nook of his neck. His voice trembles and he feels you stilling in his arms. He can feel your warm breath on his neck, your chest rising up and down at each breath you take; you are alive.

He almost lost you.

You free your head from his grip, thin ice on your hair like a veil made by his unrestrained magic, your hands now slowly removing his mask, showing you his trembling lips, you look at his eyes, he knows they are watery, his vision is foggy. Then your delicate fingers grip the collar of his uniform, your lips pressing for the first time against his.

It is a short moment, Bi-Han closes his eyes, and when he opens them your lips aren’t there anymore, but he still feels something warm; your arms reciprocating the hug.

It is suffocating but at the same time makes him feel alive, a warmth that envelops him entirely, that makes his heart run like a wild horse, but that puts his mind at ease; he is safe, you are too in his arms.

He couldn’t ask for more.

“K-Kenshi-“ You gasp, your hips grinding onto his, his tattoed hands running from your chest to your tummy, never resting, never letting you go.

He missed you. Kenshi missed you terribly. It wasn’t just sex, as good as it is, he missed your voice, your hands in his ones, your gentle lips on his cheeks. He missed hearing you talking about your day, about that terrible co-worker. He missed hearing your laughter and your hands massaging his scalp when he felt particularly stressed.

A moan dies in his throat after a delicious roll of your hips. Yeah, he missed this too.

You are close he can feel it and he is not far behind, but there is still something he desperately needs to do.

He lifts up, sitting now, his arms around your waist, hands on your lower back, both guiding your movements and keeping you close to his chest.

“I missed you so much-“ A whimper leaves his mouth, he can feel your lips so close to his, your breath labored, your body so close creates a delicious friction that just makes his mind fog even more.

“Me too, me too-“ You hug him back, your arms tight against his back, nails scratching his back while he helps you both reach completion.

You keep each other close, breaths still heavy, bodies sweaty.

“I missed you so much.” You are the first one to break the silence, Kenshi notices a hint of sadness.

Hint that became something more when the hand caressing your cheek meets a tear. The pang he feels in his heart hurts so much, but he also knows it is deserved.

“Me too honey, me too.” His right hand massages the back of your head, while the other traces heart-shaped patterns on your back.

Kenshi doesn’t let go, now laying on your shared bed, you on top of him. He can’t see your face, but losing sight made him more sensible, noticing every gasp leaving your lips, every twitch of your muscles.

He restrains himself, he can’t cry, but every gasp that leaves your lips is like a stab in his chest, each tear pulling your body closer, your hearts beating in synchronized sorrow.

But Kenshi can’t tell you that next time it will be different. He can’t reassure you that he will be safe.

He keeps you close to his chest ‘till he feels your breath slowing down, now stable. Kenshi keeps caressing your back, feeling his muscles relax, exhaustion washing over him too.

Kenshi soon falls asleep, wishing to still have you in his arms when he’ll regain consciousness the next morning.

#mortal kombat x reader #mk1 x reader #johnny cage x reader #bi han x reader #sub zero x reader #kenshi takahashi x reader #johnny cage #bi han #kenshi takahashi #mortal kombat imagine #mk1 imagine #mortal kombat x you #mk1 x you

[a-aexotic]

hi can i request a katniss x fem! reader imagine angst + comfort :))

hi love! ofc i can, i hope u enjoyed it<3

a/n: this is set at the end of mockingjay part 2 when katniss breaks down after seeing prims cat !! this scene made me breakdown with her it looked so real, idk how jennifer never got an oscar for this scene

c/w: ANGST ANGST ANGST!!!!!! your heart will break, glass breaking, mental breakdown, crying, idk if theres more but dw it's a fluffy ending

The death of Primrose Everdeen was the worst thing to ever happen to Katniss.

Katniss tried and tried again to protect her all for her to die in the very end. All her best efforts had ended in vain; she had finally lost the one person she wholeheartedly loved. The one person who reminded her of innocence.

It was hard for you to see Katniss bottle up her feelings. It had been a few days since you both had come back to District 12 in the Victor's Village.

Katniss had not opened up one bit but you weren't surprised. You've know Katniss your entire life and you knew she thought that emotion was 'weakness'. She also know you had loses as well; she wanted to be the strong one.

You were both sitting on the couch; you were reading whilst Katniss was staring blank ahead, seemingly in deep thought.

"Katniss."

She didn't look your way. You slowly touched her hand, startling her before she sighed.

"Katniss, how are you... how are you feeling?" You whispered. You'd been holding off this question since you'd gotten home. You didn't want to suffocate her and she needed time. But you were worried.

"Fine, Y/N. Just tired." She said, her voice monotone. You looked unconvinced but she gave you a tired smile. You sighed and nodded.

"Okay, you can take a nap. I'll be right upstairs, okay?"

She nodded as you walked away and she took you up on that offer, falling asleep on the couch.

Not even 5 minutes go by and she hears some clattering in the kitchen. She got up slowly, walking into the kitchen and Prim's cat, Buttercup.

Her heart dropped, her body becoming suddenly tense as she looked at the cat. It meowed.

"She's gone." Katniss said sternly. The cat meowed again, making Katniss become upset. "Get out."

"Get out! She's gone!" Katniss had become overwhelmed with emotion, taking a glass and throwing at the orange cat. "Prim is gone!"

You heard the shouts from downstairs, making you jump and you ran downstairs, your heart beating fast and you feel like you're back in the war again. You saw Katniss throwing the glass and you ran to her.

"Katniss!"

She ignored you, taking another glass and throwing it at the cat. "She's dead! And she's not coming back!" She screamed, her eyes and face red with emotion at this point. You tried your best to hold back a sob as you saw your lover in so much pain.

You grabbed her arm as she screamed, "Get out! Get out!"

The cat, surprisingly, was still in the house, stubborn. She immediately leaned on the counter as she sobbed. You grabbed her shoulder and she turned around, leaning into you as she sobbed harder and harder.

You put a hand on her face, watching as her lips tremble and her eyes puffy with tears. You embraced her tightly, caressing her hair slowly as you shushed her. "I'm here, I'm here, it's okay. I'm here, I'm with you."

Your presence calmed her as she took some deep breathes. "You're safe with me honey, don't worry. I'm here. You don't have to be brave with me, okay?"

She moved her face into your neck, sniffling as she embraced you. You felt her calm more and more as her breathing became more normal. You kissed her head comfortingly. "I love you, Kitty."

She let of your embrace, looking back at the orange act, her lips trembling once more.

She started petting it as it meowed again, leaning into her touch. She then grabbed it, hugging it as she started to cry once more. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

You then turned her around, grabbing her face and wiping her tears with your finger. "You didn't do anything wrong."

She knew that you didn't mean with just with the cat. She knew that you knew that she felt guilty for Prim's death. As she surveyed your face and your eyes, she was suddenly met with an intense feeling of gratefulness.

She was thankful for whatever higher power had sent you to her. She knew that she wouldn't have survived with you. She leaned in, pressing her lips against yours in a tight kiss.

"I love you." She whispered. You smiled as you looked down and pet Buttercup, looking back up at Katniss.

"I love you, too, Kitty."

#katniss x reader #katniss everdeen x reader #the hunger games katniss #katniss everdeen #katniss fanart #katniss x finnick #katniss and peeta #katniss and rue #katniss and gale #katniss mellark #peeta #peeta mellark #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games fanfiction #the hunger games haymitch #the hunger games peeta #the hunger games x you

[yanderemommabean]

Scenario with a Twist

((Dumb little idea that makes no sense))

“What now? I’m tired” You yawn, leaning into the doorframe as you try and stay wake. Someone was knocking on your door frantically, and while you should be more worried, usually it’s your roommate being ridiculous and trying to prank you. 

“Dude, we need to call the police-” She says frantically, pushing you inside the room and slamming the door shut. 

“What? Helena, please, I have work in the morning- Im not in the mood” you gripe, beginning to shove her out. She roughly shoves you back, the roughness waking you up more and causing you to see that she wasn’t kidding. 

Helena seemed panicked, like prey being chased with no idea where to hide. “No, I’m serious, fucking call the police! Some creep is fucking around outside and I swear to christ he’s touching himself!” 

You swallow thickly, taking in her words and trying to digest the situation. Ok, Ok, you can handle this! It’s fucked up but it’ll be ok. “I won’t let him hurt you alright? Just sit in here with me and I’ll get the police” you assure, though you felt nauseated and as if your heart would crawl out of your throat from fear. 

You begin to dial, but pause when you hear knocking on the front door, Helena screamed into her hand from fear as she scurried to hide on the side of your bed. 

“Y/N! Fuck please don’t answer that door! I-I don’t trust anyone! Just call the cops!” she spits out in a panic, her chest rising and falling faster as her breath quickens. 

You nod, ignoring the banging on the door as you get ahold of the police, squeezing Helena's hand as she shakes and trembles on your bed. You’ve never seen the poor thing so shaken, as if she was about to die -and you both may very well be in that much danger. 

While waiting, you hear aggressive shuffling and banging outside of your window, and the silhouette of a man. Your heart stops for a brief second, watching as the shadow crawls along and seems to be trying to peer into your window. 

Helena sobs, curling into you as the man taps on the window, as if testing the strength, being so eerily quiet. As if he’s debating which methods would be best, and as if he's done something like this before. 

You hold Helena closer to you, and she clings to you tightly as she tries to calm herself. You press her face into your shoulder as you scream, trying to scare the man off. “The cops are coming! Get the fuck out of here!” 

All you heard in return was a laugh, highly amused, as if the stranger saw that threat as cute. 

“Awe, is that suppose to mean something to me?” the voice finally speaks, and before you can retort, a fist flies through the glass of your window and shatters it to the floor. 

You scream, throwing your phone as a last ditch effort to get him away as you scatter to the door, trying to get Helena out of your bed and to safety. “Helena! Helena come on he’s coming!” You scream, trying your damnedest to open the door. 

The man rubs his head where your phone collided, and gruffly speaks to the woman who was no longer cowering on your bed. “Babe, you can cut the act now, Kinda need help here”. He rubs his temple to soothe the burning, pounding ache while your roommate nods, and tugs you back over, covering your mouth as you scream. 

“Shh shh shh. No no! Listen-” Helena rushes, getting the man to help subdue you as you writhe and start to cry. “He wanted the theatrics here, but- Look I just- We both really like you! OK? And he made so many good points about us loving you more than anyone ever could!” 

The stranger sits on your legs to keep you still, gripping your throat firmly “Y/N, focus here. Need you to keep up with everything we’re telling ya, because this plan has to go off without a hitch” he starts, not removing his hand until you weakly nod your head in defeat. 

“Good. See? Knew you could be good for me” he purrs, kissing your cheek while Helena pets your hair. “Gonna make a break-in scene. Kidnapped person with no trace? Happens all the time. Helena here is an amazing actor as you can tell, so she’ll get by the police pretty easily” he says while cupping her face, kissing her gently as she leans into his touch. 

Helena pulls away with a breath, looking to you almost dreamily “I can’t wait to get you home…There’s so much I’ve been holding back on. I’ll do my best to lead the police away, so we can all finally be together!” 

You feel overwhelmed, your throat tightening and your chest feeling as if it’s filled with needles. There’s no fucking way! You’re wanting this to be a sick, crossing the line joke, but Helena looks so sincere, and her twisted lover seems just as demented and serious. 

He rocks his hips against yours slowly, grinning “We’re going to have a lot of fun on your first night home. Helena has so many great ideas to ease you in, and I personally can’t wait to shower you and pamper you in my love”. 

Helena reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a rag “This covered in the stuff baby?” she asks. “Yeah, not too strong a dose, but it’ll do the job we need” he comments casually, as if you weren’t being abducted and possibly about to be murdered. 

They kiss again, and when they pull away, Helena pushes the rag to your nose and mouth with a look of guilt. “You’re probably terrified…Just inhale ok? You’ll get some sleep, and when you wake up we’ll make sure you’re safe and sound” 

You weakly try to fight once again, but your vision swims and turns to dots, before finally falling black. The last thing you hear before passing out is the two discussing what part of the plan to enact next. 

(I hope you liked! It was a fun little idea of mine! -Mommabean)

#yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #mommabean #poly yandere #yandere male #yandere female #yandere x reader

[codcosplayer]

An old fear

When you were younger your parents would fight and fight bad, things were thrown and broken. You became scared of loud noises and vowed never to drink or get drunk, which is when your parents usually got into fights. You knew to call the police and to pack a back to stay with a relative until your parents got out of jail. Now you 27 and you have a boyfriend in the military, his name is Simon “Ghost” Riley and he is a sweetheart for you, you are spoiled by simon whenever he's home. This would be the first time he brought you with him on base, You soon realized that was a mistake. Simon was the man that would die for you, the man you loved. Ghost is the man that would fight anyone and die for his team, he was the one you got for the first few days after he got home from deployment. It was a rocky ride in the jet but it was ok, when you landed you were met by 141 which you’d met a few times. “Hi guys!” you exclaimed as you ran up to see them, you hugged them all and then you guys went inside to talk of the upcoming mission. Since everything was confidental you had to sit in the base living room, which would be to bad if it didn’t look like the same broken couch that your mom flipped once. All you knew was that everyone was going to leave for about two-three months and you were going to take care of base, keeping it clean and such. That night an unexpected storm hit and it started pouring with heavy thunder and lightning. Simon knew of your fear, but the others didn’t, I bet they were a bit confused when Ghost disappeared. When it started ou were in the barracks changing into one of Simons shirts and a pair of his sweats. You just got the shirt over your head when loud thunder clapped making you jump and scream, suddenly you started shaking and your skin turned into pins and needles, it felt like all the air was being sucked out of the room. A flash of lightning made you flinch, you wanted to curl up into a ball and cry in a dark space, your legs felt like jello and you thought your lungs might collapse but you run to the nearest closet and locked yourself inside, memories of your parents screaming at each other played in your head when you closed your eyes, so you tracking to keep them open but it was no use you could hear it in your ears, you world was spinning and you couldn’t see anymore, you thought you were gonna throw up or pass out. The thing that brought you back was a familiar voice yelling your name.”Y/N! Come on! Come back to me lovie,” You couldn’t see who is was but you felt them but a rough hand on you cheek, with the strength you had in your arms you swatted at the hand, “Stop! don’t hurt me please!” you yell sobbing trying to get as far into the corner as you could, two arms gently grabbed you wrists and gently pulled you closer, “Shh lovie is ok, I know, I promise everything will be fine love.” you regained your sight, it was Ghost, you launched yourself into his chest and gripped tightly, Another loud clap of thunder made you immediately bring your hands to your ears, you covered them so hard you would had thought you’d right your ears off, he tried to pull your hand off your ear, “No no no no no, Please don’t, please.” You whimpered, he continued taking your hands off your ears, and he slide a pair of headphones on your ears and put on you playlist. It soothed you, you settled a little still holding him tightly letting him hold you in his warm embrace, now when you closed your eyes you doidn’t see those horrible images in your head, instead those memories were replace with the thought of you and Simon having a nice summer day off and you guys were watching a movie while sipping hot tea. Simon move you to his bed and you two cuddled the storm away as you fell asleep.

#cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #x y/n #comfort #cod x reader

[the-fiction-witch]

Council Hall

Media The Maze Runner

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Flirty

Y/n lays in her hammock her blanket over her head trying to block the sun that had already peaked over the top of the walls of the maze, but she refuses to get up, far too snuggled in her hammock with her shoes and clothes in a pile below the hammock, left wearing only her oversized boy's hoodie and her cotton panties, only the top of her hair sticking out the top of her blanket, Y/n is the only girl in the glade and has been here a year and a half fairly comfortable and use to the way the glade operated, 

Newt Approached the homestead and Y/n's hammock, a smile escaped his lips as he looked over her, He walked over to her hammock, and his footsteps made a soft thud on the soft earth. He took the blanket in his hand and pulled it down letting the morning light illuminate her face.

She groans and grumbles turning her body away from him and the sunlight, 

Newt chuckles and looks at her with a smirk. His voice is low and affectionate. "Wake up, sleepy head."

"Noooo," She whined, 

Newt chuckled again, "Come on, lazy bones, you know we gotta get to the meeting soon." 

"The meeting can happen without me not like Alby lets me say anything..." She whined tucking the blanket up and back over her face, 

"I’m sure you’ll say something if you want to. Alby is a pretty understanding guy, and you should come, it’s almost time, and we can’t be late…" Newt smiled softly, 

"Noooo," She whined, 

"Aww come on, we gotta be there. It’s an important meeting, and don’t worry, this time I’m sure you’ll get to say something, I’ll even make sure that Alby hears ya!" He cooed, 

"No." She pouts childishly,

"Come on please, for me?" He pouted, 

"You can't just say that every time you want something Newt,"

" I can and will." he smirked, "And I’m telling you right now that I want you to be at the meeting."

"... but my tummy hurts,"

"Does it now? why does your tummy hurt?"

"The moon and my womb have cursed me,"

"Oh please, your period isn’t that bad to complain about."

"You shank! My whole body is ripping itself to shreds right now! I have every right to complain," She complained, 

" Yeah, right. You’re just being dramatic." He laughed crossing his arms over his chest,

"dramatic! I'd like to see you when your body floods with hormones that make you wanna cry one minute and scream with rage the next when you have boobs that have doubled in size and are now so sore you don't dare touch them when your body decides to rip out your flesh crush it up and them cramp your whole lower body to force it out of you though a hole so small you can't even fit your hand."

Newt's expression goes serious and soft. He feels sorry for her "… I take it back" he gulped, He then softly took her by the hand even if she was still under her blanket "I am sorry I shouldn’t have poked fun at you like that. I didn’t think it was that bad."

"yeah, and that's not even adding headaches, backache, vomiting, loss of appetite and the inability to klunk,"

Newt is speechless. He doesn’t know what to say. He is looking into her eyes, seeing her in a whole different light now, after thinking about everything she’s going through every month, he feels so bad for her. "...Bloody Hell,"

"so yeah. I'm not exactly in the mood to hear Alby yell at the runners for wanking in the showers again. I'd rather just lay and die until it's over,"

" So, every month, this happens? And how long does it usually last?"

"four to seven days,"

"And it’s every month right?"

"Every 28 days."

His face is filled with concern, he feels so bad for her now. He just stares at her for a moment, letting the thought soak in. "And you have been here for how long?"

"a year and a half and yes. It does this every. single. month."

"Ohh my god... that's actually insane. I am so so sorry y/n."

"It's fine," She sighed, "such is the life of a woman,"

"Ohh shut up y/n," he joked, 

"don't tell me to shut up... Seems unwise when I could very easily throw up in you right now. Or bleed on you. Whichever you'd find more frightening,"

Newt laughs A genuine laugh,  "His voice is slightly amused when he says I think I’d rather you throw up on me, blood just scares the hell out of me."

"Then I'll bleed on you,"

"oh really? Is that your best threat?"

"It's all I have... Newt do I have to go to the stupid meeting? Can't I just go and lay in a hot bath for like... A week?"

"No, you gotta go to the meeting. I am not letting you miss out on the meeting, if you wanna lay in a hot bath for the whole time after the meeting then fine, but you’re going to that damn meeting." 

"Fine..." she whined as she pulled the blanket off her and climbed out of her hammock, she grabbed her bra slipped it on under her hoodie and slipped up her denim shorts slipping on her shoes, "do I have to?" She whined holding her stomach,

"Yes, you have to. Just try and keep your cool for the meeting, and I know it’s gonna be tough for you but I'll help as much as I can love,"

"newt?" she whined, 

"Yeah, Y/n?"

"Would you carry me?" She whined opening her arms, 

"You want me to carry you?" He smirked,

"Mhm,"

"...C'mere," He rolled his eyes he grabbed her softly and lifted her in his arms carrying her like his own personal princess, The feeling of holding her close made his heartbeat speed up. he carries her in his arms, holding her close as he makes his way to the meeting. she nuzzles into his hoodie slipping her hands in his pockets and almost falling asleep in his arms The sensation of her brings comfort and peace to his mind and he is reluctant to put her down and break this wonderful moment of closeness they are sharing.

Once arriving at the council hall he tries to set her down but she won't let go of him she clings to him so he simply rolls his eyes and sits down keeping her with him she moves slightly to sit on his thigh her head on his chest struggling to keep her eyes open, Newts hands wrap around her as he notices how much pain she is in, as well as trying to comfort her. His heart begins to beat faster and his breath grows shallow as he lets her snuggle her head against his neck, her nuzzling just making him want to pull her even closer. Their bodies almost fit perfectly together and the feeling of her laying her head against him brings an urge to run his hands through her hair, but he resists.

Alby coughs getting everyone's attention and starting on the meeting, Newt's body goes into autopilot as his attention is divided by Y/n clinging to him and Alby starting the meeting. He is looking at Y/n, concerned about her and trying not to think about how much pain she is in. His whole world suddenly seems to narrow down to only Y/n and nothing else. Alby is talking about the food supply and how the crops this month have been lacking and how they are going to have to stretch their rations a little longer. Newt's eyes are only half listening, half watching Y/n. She is almost asleep again from the pain she's in but she nuzzles closer to Newt finding comfort in his grass-like scent and dirty skin, in the middle of the meeting she moves and pressed a kiss into his jaw before she burrowed her nose into the crook of his neck luckily everyone was listening to Alby so didn't notice

Newt's heart rate suddenly speeds up and his body freezes as his cheeks turn a bright red, but he forces himself to stay calm and remain stoic. The sensation of her lips brushing against his skin and her nuzzling into his neck sends an overwhelming surge of desire through him. He struggles to keep the urge away and not lean down or pull her closer. The feeling to kiss her and running his hands through her hair was so strong, but he still resisted. Newt's breath grows shallow and he feels his heartbeat racing.

Newts hands tightly hold Y/n’s back and his thumb massages her back while he thinks about her lips brushing against his skin. He cannot stop his desire from wanting to kiss her and pull her closer but he still resists and forces the urge away. He tries not to think about it but his heart is pounding with desire and the feeling that he wants more only grows the longer he thinks about it. However he forces himself to remain stoic, with his head still up and listening to what Alby is saying. The whole time his heart is beating like never before.

Newts mind was on a completely different track than the meeting. All he could think about was Y/n pressed up against him, and how he wanted to drag his fingers through her hair. A sensation of warmth grows in his stomach and his heartbeat begins to speed up more and more. He wants this meeting to end so he can take her back to the dormitory and lay down with her and maybe kiss her. But he snaps his head back up as he hears the silence and Alby asking if anyone has anything else to add. Newts attention is back on the meeting.

Once the meeting is done everyone heads out leaving only Newt and Y/n, as he sits there he is filled with the desire, he wants to kiss her so damn much but he doesn't move even if he has the urge too,

Y/n has her head buried into his neck and she clings to his body desperately like her life depends on it. Her body is so small in his arms that he feels like he could pick her up and throw her over his shoulder if he really wanted to. The fact that he could have easily man-handled her, and he feels this urge grow inside him to just pick her up and hold her more tightly. Even if it was just for a moment it would feel so good to pick her up and just have her body pressed against him, she nuzzles even closer stroking his hoodie like a blanket giving his neck small nibbles.

The feeling of her nibbling at his neck makes his breath catch and he can feel his heart skipping a beat. Newts breath is shallow and he can feel his heartbeat racing. He is trying to hold back his desire to pull her close and kiss her. He wants to run his hands in her hair and feel her body pressed against him but he won’t do it. His hands are tight and locked around her. He is starting to sweat in his hoodie as he is heating up from the intensity of the urge.

He feels her soft breath on his neck as she is nuzzled up close against him. The urge inside him is almost too much to bare. he thinks about how soft and tender she feels in his hands. Every part of him is wanting to take her head in his hands and just kiss her deeply. He notices her stroking his hoodie with her fingers. He is starting to want this moment to last just a bit longer.

He looks down at her, watching the way her hand strokes his hoodie softly and how she nuzzled her head even closer against his neck. The sensation of her soft body pressed against his is such a contrast to how hard and rough his body is. He feels his heartbeat pick up more and more and a heat is growing in his body that is slowly beginning to feel unbearable.

Suddenly she moves in her sleepy painfilled state and gives his cheek a kiss "thank you for taking care of me newt,"

her kiss on his cheek catches a surge of emotion in him and his body suddenly tightens and he feels his breath catch. His heart beats harder and faster as his body begins to feel all the desires growing inside him. He tries to contain the feeling but when she whispers thank you he can feel his eyes begin to grow moist. He looks down at her beautiful face and his eyes grow heavy and hot as the desire inside him grows. 

He suddenly feels his body acting on its own accord, his body suddenly leans closer and he pulls her into a kiss, but at the last second, he pulls back. 

His body heats up and he is filled with shame. He knows he has to resist. For a moment all the desire and urge inside him is just pure pleasure and bliss but when he pulls away he suddenly feels ashamed and disappointed with his actions. He looks away to avoid looking in her eyes and can’t bring himself to look at her.

"what did I miss?" She sits up and yawned

newt clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck feeling a little bit ashamed of himself. He smiles nervously as he looks away, not wanting to catch her eyes “uhm…” he stares down at his hands “What did you miss…?”

"mhm what did I miss? What did Alby have that was so important?"

Newt's face is flushed red now as he continues avoiding her eyes. “he was… talking about stuff…”

"stuff. You got me out of my cosy hammock... For stuff?" she asked and he nodded "fine... What are you so blushy about?"

he still looks away from her and takes a deep breath “I am not blushy.”

"you look like a strawberry newt. What's going on? Did you get a telling off or something?"

his face is still extremely red and he continues avoiding her eyes “no… it’s nothing.”

"newt. Tell me. Or I will throw up in you"

he lets out a sigh and looks back at her, he is still avoiding her eyes “I… well… I might of tried to kiss you…. At the meeting.”

"you... Did what now?" she glared,

he finally looks her in the eyes as he takes a deep breath “I tried to kiss you.”

"on the lips?'

his whole face lights up red when he thinks about the moment again and nods his head “on the lips.”

"and?"

his jaw clamps down and he starts to feel heat all over his body from the embarrassment “and I was gonna pull you even closer… but I pulled back.”

"I see..."

his words catch in his throat and he is feeling very uncomfortable looking at her, he takes a deep shaky breath and looks back at his hands “Im really sorry I don’t know what got into me, it was a moment of weakness and I -"

she moved and pressed a soft kiss to his lips stopping his words, he blinks in surprise as she suddenly gives his lips a little kiss. His body heats up again and this time he cannot stop himself from pulling her closely to him and kissing her again, this time with more force and passion than before. His body is feeling all the desire and urge growing inside him again and his hands are caressing her back and neck. Newt's heart is thumping loudly inside his chest and he is breathing heavily.

the feel of her kisses brings a tingling sensation to every place they have contact and is lighting up his body with desire. He can feel his pulse quicken and his breath grow shallow as he pulls her closer and continues the kiss. Newt's hands begin to roam the curves of her body and he is starting to feel like he is losing control. His tongue brushes against hers and he starts to feel an overwhelming urge to pull her closer and closer.

She happily separated her lips she happily separated her lips letting his tounge battle with her own her hands happily stroking his chest, playing with his hoodie even trailing as high as his neck and the bottom of his hair the feel of her lips and tongue against his ignites a fire all over his body and he feels his body heating up from the rising desire. His hands begin to roam down her legs and he is starting to lose himself in the kiss. The feeling inside him grows more and more overwhelming and the kissing becomes even more intense. Newt's mind blanks as his body is filled with lust.

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Could you please write something based on season 5 ep.5 please when !SPOILER! Osferth dies and r, who is his sister, watches him dying. And when she goes with finan and cynlaef to reunite with uthred and sihtric, he comforts her. i need some hurt/comfort please because i love sihtric and miss our beloved baby monk, it's not fair!😭

Yes, I got u.

warnings: angst/fluff/more angst

pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

summary: your brother, Osferth, had just died and Sihtric made sure to keep you close.

word count: 2.8k

Note: request!

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'What happens to us when we die?'

'Oh my god, I'm going to die. I'm going to die!' 'Brother!' you cried out as you saw Osferth in Finan's arms. You rushed over to both men and saw how Osferth was coughing up blood.

'Please don't let me die, Finan,' Osferth cried. 'Osferth, no, stay with us!' you screamed at the sight of your brother, who had just been stabbed, 'Finan, do something!'

But you knew just like everyone else that nothing could be done anymore. You held your brother's hands as he took his last breath, and you felt Cynlaef's embrace when you all cried. You and Finan held each other for what felt like hours after the event, not willing to accept the loss.

'There is nothing we can do,' Cynlaef said quietly after a while, 'we have to keep moving. We have to reach Uhtred and Sihtric.' 'Oh, god,' you sighed, 'they don't even know about… about…' 'Osferth,' Finan said, and you both started crying again.

—-

'Where is Osferth?' Sihtric asked, looking at Finan, then at Cynlaef and then at you.

You were still mounted upon your horses and the three of you looked pale and tired.

'Finan,' Uhtred said concerned, when no one answered, 'where is Osferth?'

Both their faces had dropped with fear and came closer.

'Your brother?' Sihtric asked as he looked up at you, but he already knew the answer when he saw tears escaping your eyes. 'He, O-Osferth…' you sobbed, and that was all you could bring out.

You felt Sihtric's hands gently wrap around your arms and he carefully pulled you down, off your horse, into his arms as you cried. Uhtred spoke with Finan and Cynlaef, but it was inaudible to you. You felt numb at the loss of your brother. Sihtric held you tight as you cried into his chest. He wanted to be strong for you, but you could tell by the slight shaking in his breathing that he was also crying. 

Sihtric had been so kind to your brother, always, right from the start. He helped Osferth crawl out of his shell, which did the same for you. They all had been nothing to kind to you and Osferth, after Uhtred had decided to let you both join his men. Finan and Uhtred felt like brothers to you, whereas your feelings for Sihtric had quickly become romantic, but you had always played it down. Osferth had known, you had no secrets for your brother, and he knew you always liked Sihtric. You cried harder at the thought of never having Osferth around anymore. Your brother would never witness you get married or have children. He would never celebrate another birthday with Sihtric and Finan, and you would never see both men carry a drunk Osferth home again. You even felt heartbroken at the fact you would never hear him throw up anymore, because he had too much ale after Sihtric and Finan riled him up.

Sihtric hushed you as you heard Uhtred speaking quietly with him.

'We have to move,' Uhtred spoke softly, you could hear in his voice that he had also been crying. 'I know,' Sihtric answered. His voice sounded deep as your face was still buried into his chest. 'Is she fit to ride her horse?' Uhtred asked.

You didn't hear Sihtric reply, but Uhtred suddenly placed his hand on your shoulder and gave you a squeeze.

'You'll ride with Sihtric, we'll take your horse,' Uhtred said softly and walked away.

Moments later you found yourself on Sihtric's horse as the lands passed you by. Sihtric had pulled you back against his chest, wrapping you within the cloak he had around his shoulders and he had one arm wrapped around your waist. His chin rested upon your shoulder the whole time and you felt him occasionally planting soft kisses onto your cheek. 

He couldn't play down his feelings for you anymore, which he had always done, just like you had. He knew you somewhat liked him, but he was too shy to act on it, which was the same problem you had. But now you were hurt and grieving and Sihtric wanted to show you he was there for you, even if he was grieving too.

'Osferth really looked up to you, you knew that?' you sniffled quietly. 'Hmm?' Sihtric hummed next to your ear, 'even though we got him drunk?'

You chuckled and Sihtric smiled softly at the sound of you.

'Yes,' you said, 'he loved being around you and Finan. And Uhtred of course. You all taught him so much, you taught me so much too. We never knew how to repay you all, for what you have done for us.' 'Repay us by staying alive,' Sihtric whispered after a moment of silence, and you felt his arm around your waist tighten, 'I won't be able to handle another loss.' 'I am not ready yet to leave this world, Sihtric,' you said and you felt yourself choke up again, 'and Osferth wasn't ready either. But I know he…' you sighed and tears escaped once more, 'I take comfort in knowing he died in Finan's arms, and not alone somewhere on the field during a battle.' 'He died in Finan's arms?' Sihtric asked.

You nodded, to which Sihtric took a deep breath and pulled you even closer against his chest. 'I'm sorry I wasn't there.'

'Actually,' you chuckled lightly, 'I'm glad you and Uhtred weren't there. I would have been afraid of the state the two of you would have been in. I mean… Finan, he… he became numb instantly, he froze, like me. But you and Uhtred probably would have turned to rage, taking out every last person who wasn't supposed to be there.' 'Probably,' Sihtric sighed and nuzzled your neck, 'but first I would have made sure you were safe.' 'I know,' you smiled, 'I know you always try to keep me safe.' 'Only try?' Sihtric asked. You couldn't see his face but you knew Shtric had an eyebrow raised now. 'And so far succeeded,' you rolled your eyes and smiled. 

You loved how Sihtric always made you feel better. It seemed effortless to him. Even after the tragic loss of your brother, he still made you smile.

'You know…' you started, then carefully reconsidered your words, 'Osferth was the only one who knew…' 'Knew what?' 'That… about… how…' Sihtric chuckled, 'just say it,' he whispered, knowing you were about to admit what he always wanted to hear. 'Osferth was the only one who knew how I felt about you... that I like you.' 'You told him that?' 'Yes… I, was it wrong of me, Sihtric?' 'No, no,' he shook his head, 'it's just…,' he sighed, 'he was the only one I told too.' 'What?' Sihtric shrugged, 'it happened when I was drunk once. But he never said anything about you.' 'And he never said anything about you either,' you scoffed, 'I can't believe this.' 'Classic Osferth,' Sihtric smiled. 'Truly,' you chuckled, but soon tears formed in your eyes again.

You both became silent and listened to the hooves of Sihtric's horse as the journey continued, until the sun began to set.

—---

'We will make camp here,' Uhtred said as he got off his horse, as did Cynlaef and Finan.

Sihtric got off his horse before you and helped you down, you thanked him by planting a kiss on his cheek before you walked off to the stream of water you had seen moments earlier.

You crouched down and washed your face, still hoping this was all a nightmare and you would wake up, but it never happened. You sat near the water as you heard the men set up camp, not far away from you. You sat and watched the water for a while. You suddenly remembered all the times Osferth took you to look for pebbles when you were younger. He was your big brother and he was protective but also liked to tease you. He would tell you he saw a beautiful pebble in the water, making you look closer, and then as you leaned in to look where he was pointing at, Osferth would splatter water in your face. You couldn't help but smile at the memory as tears stung in your eyes.

When darkness had truly shown itself, you got up to walk to the camp that had been made.

Cynlaef had managed to catch a deer and was preparing the meat already, but you had little appetite. Finan had the same problem, and everyone noticed how awfully quiet he got. You knew he had seen how friendly you and Sihtric were during the day, and you expected he surely would have taunted you about it, but nothing ever came out of his mouth.

'Finan,' you said as you sat down next to him, making him look up at you. He gave you a weak smile, but his eyes told you how broken he was, and you embraced him.

'It wasn't your fault,' you whispered. 'I let him die,' Finan said quietly, and he choked on his words. 'No, no, you did not,' you hushed him as your voice trembled. 'He shouldn't have been there.' 'Finan, my brother was an oaf, yes, but he knew the risks. Always,' you said, trying to comfort him, 'and so did I. We have always been aware that one day we'd run out of luck.' 'Aye,' Finan said, 'but it should've been me.' 'Don't say that.'

Finan shrugged at your words. You gave him a firm hug before you got up and made way to Uhtred, who was talking with Sihtric.

'Uhtred,' you said and both men turned to face you, 'Uhtred, you need to keep an eye on Finan. He is not doing well.' Uhtred looked over your shoulder to Finan, then back at you, 'and are you doing well?'

His question took you by surprise. 

'I… I don't know,' you sighed as tears started to well in your eyes again.

Uhtred sighed sadly at the sight of your tears and Sihtric was quick to take your hand.

'Have you eaten yet?' Sihtric asked, to which you shook your head. 'Make sure to eat something, and then rest,' Uhtred told you, then he looked at Sihtric, 'make sure she eats. And she can sleep in my tent as I will keep watch tonight.' 'Yes, lord. I will make sure she eats, but she will sleep with me,' Sihtric said sternly.

Uhtred's eyes darted between the two of you and he was quick to understand what was going on.

'You two?' he asked, to which Sihtric pulled you into his arms. Uhtred slowly started to smile and shook his head, 'A pagan and a saxon. Did Osferth know?'

You both chuckled at his question and you told him how he had known you liked each other, but never told the other person about it.

'Classic Osferth,' Uhtred smiled as a tear escaped his eye. He patted Sihtric on his shoulder and made way to Finan.

Sihtric cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead, 'you must eat something, my love, you need to gain some strength again.'

You knew he was right, so you forced yourself to eat at least some bites of the meat that Cynlaef had prepared. You watched how Uhtred and Cynlaef made sure Finan ate too, before Uhtred made way to guard the camp from a comfortable distance.

As the night grew darker and colder, Sihtric walked you to his tent. He covered you with his fur cloak and pulled you into his arms. Then he nuzzled his face into your neck and held you tight.

'At least,' Sihtric said softly when he heard you sniffle, 'at least your brother is in heaven now.' The words felt foreign to Sihtric, but he knew it was what you believed and accepted that, just like you never dismissed his believe in Valhalla.

'I'm not so sure,' you chuckled through your tears, 'you and Finan have made him sin more than once.'  Sihtric laughed, 'I do not know what you speak of, my love.' 'Sure,' you laughed too now. 'But if he is not in heaven, then I am sure he is in Valhalla. He earned his place there too.'

You turned around to look at Sihtric, who was quick to cup your cheeks and wipe away your remaining tears.

'Maybe,' you said, 'wherever he is, I just hope he is safe.' 'He will be safe,' Sihtric hushed you, 'otherwise we know Osferth will smite those who threaten him.' And you both couldn't help but laugh at the memory of Osferth telling some Danes he would smite them. 

You shook your head and looked up at Sihtric with a shy smile, who returned the same expression. His hands moved to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer and soon his lips found yours, locking you in a soft but firm kiss. 

You could curse your brother now for knowing all this time that Sihtric had liked you the same way as you liked him, and just never told you. You know Osferth approved of Sihtric, and he had often taunted you when he caught you staring at Sihtric, and you wondered why he had never said anything to either you or Sihtric. 

But in truth, Osferth had never told either of you because he enjoyed seeing the two of you being clumsy and shy around each other, and he knew that sooner or later one of you would yield and admit your true feelings for one another, and he was so eager for that day to come. But he would never be there to witness it, yet he was the reason why you and Sihtric both finally surrendered to your feelings.

'Sihtric,' you sighed as you broke the kiss. 'What is it, sweetling?' he smiled and leaned his forehead against yours. 'What will… when,' you mumbled, 'what will happen to us when we die?' 'What do you mean?' 'I mean… If… if I go to heaven…' you paused, looking up into his eyes. '... and I go to Valhalla,' Sihtric said quietly, then he sighed and closed his eyes, as you buried your face into his neck after he wrapped you in his arms.

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ೃ⁀➷ WATCHED. (PT. 2)

Pairing: Eyeless Jack x Fem! Reader

Content/Warning: Stalker!Jack, Death(s), Mention of Lust and Being Aroused, Intent of Kidnapping, Obsessive Behavior

Note: It's been a while gang... and honestly didn't think I was gonna make a pt. 2 but LONG AND BEHOLD, I made a pt. 2. I hauled ass, it took me like three hours to make it. Art found on Instagram, could also be found on Tumblr by @/angrytyrantgentlemen (account linked in part 1 : PART 1) not proofread

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How did you end up running in the dark woods? The only thing you could recall was you in the kitchen, making a batch of tea for yourself and some friends you invited over. It was supposed to be a calm night- a fun night. However, when entering your living room where your friends should've been- well, they are there.

But with blood seeping out of their necks. Their necks had been sliced, but you didn't dare to stay in the room. The tea fell along the tray that once supported the cups. You clamped your hand over your mouth- muffling the scream that accompanied it.

Your legs seemed to move by themselves as you found yourself throwing up the contents of your stomach into the toilet. The thought of it made you want to cry- curl yourself into a fetal position. You had to call the cops; you needed to call them.

A few seconds after throwing up the contents of your stomach, you fished for your phone. You sat against the wall in paranoia. The door was shut but it seemed to do nothing to calm you down. The ringing of your cell phone echoed in the bathroom.

It stopped. The ringing stopped-

Why did it stop?

You tore the phone from your ear and to your eyes. You have perfect bars; perfect signal... The conclusion that you came to was that they hung up on you.

You were about to call them again but hesitated. The creaking of floorboards was present. A small gasp escaped your lips before you clasped your lips together. Who was that? You were extremely paranoid that you rehearse a prayer in your mind. You hope that whoever it was didn't hear your idiotic noise.

The floorboards creaked as someone continued to move around the house. Luck was on your side, it seemed like they didn't hear you.

You breathed in and out silently. You needed a way out of here, but the only option was going out the bathroom door. Your window was much too small for you to go through. You mentally cursed as you gently placed your ear on the door. Your ears picked up the footsteps that climbed their way toward your room.

Your brain and gut were screaming at you. It only took you a few moments of listening before your brain recognized the pattern of the footsteps. The same set of footsteps were in your home numerous weeks ago. You were almost positive it was the same person. This same scene happened just a few weeks ago as well...

Your phone lit up.

Your breath hitched. Your eyes widened.

Your eyes gazed at the phone that rested in your hands. The screen lightened up with a notification. A text from an unknown number. You can only guess who it was from. Curiosity kills the cat.

You tapped the notification.

I told you I would see you soon.

You can safely say it was from Jack. You recalled the name that he gave you over text. You stared at the text for what seemed like an eternity.

I'm sorry I took so long to come back to you, sweetheart. I got busy. <3

The heart made you sick- queasy. It made you want to crawl out of your skin and die in a hole. You wanted to hide from this man.

What do you want from me, Jack?

You forced yourself to use his name. You hoped it would threaten him in some aspect. Maybe he would back off.

I can't wait to see you. I can't wait for you to call out my name in your voice.

You felt sick- you wanted to throw up again, but your stomach held nothing in it. Sweat slid down your forehead in nervousness, hands; clammy. You wanted to cry, you wanted to be safe.

Leave me alone.

You could barely type as tears trailed down your face. It made your vision blurry. Your hands shook as you typed out a response.

You will have two minutes. You have two minutes to run and hide in the woods. I will let you know when your time is up. You start when I text you again.

That was it. Your chance was presented in front of you. You disregarded his message to go towards the woods. You would go towards civilization.

One of the reasons I find you attractive is the way you think. Go towards the city and I will find a way to hurt the ones you love. Run.

That was your signal to run and hide. You were forced to go towards the woods that were located only a couple of meters. This threat was a promise and you knew well of it. The living proof was in your living room.

Wasting no more time, you stood up before ripping the door open to run.

That's how you ended up in the woods, running for your life. You weren't aware what was chasing you, but your two minutes were up soon. Your feet screamed in agony. The adrenaline was pumping through your whole body.

It took ten seconds before your phone dinged. Your time was up. You didn't need to check to understand that. You didn't halt any movement as you carried your body through the dark woods.

The wind howled and gazed at your cheeks. Unfortunately, the sounds you could only hear were your heart pounding and the wind. You had zero clues if the man was behind you or far from you.

What seemed like forever- you stopped and rested against a tree. You needed to be wary of your surroundings. All you achieved was distance. You just prayed it was enough.

You wobbled and stumbled across the tree lines. You needed to hide- eventually, you found a hollow tree. A space big enough for you to squeeze in. Sucking in a breath, you nervously climbed inside the hole.

You clamped your hand over your mouth. You can hear the wind howling, and the trees swaying and hitting each other.

Five minutes. It took him only five minutes to find you, including the time for you to hide. His shoes crushed the leaves under his weight. He could smell you- smell the sweet scent of yours. He could hear you, your little heart pounding against your ribs- the small intake of air that you needed.

Oh, how he wanted you to be his. All his...

He stood beside the tree that you hid in. He wanted to scare you- he wanted your little heart throbbing like crazy. The smell of fear was radiating off your body and he was almost... aroused.

He took a deep breath before slamming his fist against the tree. The tree swayed and you shrieked. He smirked under his mask as he watched you stumble out of the opening of the tree. Your attempt to run was futile as he wrapped his arm around your waist. His free hand gripped your wrist. He held you from behind.

"Found you," He whispered into your ear.

Your heart accelerated. Your breath hitched. He caught you.

You thrashed in his arms. His grip seemed to tighten as you cried out. "Please! Let me go," You whined and sobbed.

He chuckled lowly, "I can't do that, my love. You're all mine. And you'll understand that soon enough." He spun you in his arms so that you faced him.

His frame was slim- slender, but his strength was the opposite. He stood tall. You assumed he could be well over 6'5. His dark blue mask was stained with a tar-like substance. You couldn't see his eyes due to the mesh of the mask covering it. His brown hair seemed to poke out from his hoodie.

You cried and sobbed in his grip. Your plea to be let go was ignored. He tilted his head as he observed your tear-stained face. It was almost pitiful.

He couldn't help but coo at you, "Awh, look at you." If you could see his expression, you could guess he was driven by obsession and lust. He wanted you so badly- in every shape and form.

You mumbled incoherent words however he picked up some words. "Not.. worth.. please... go." It was extremely obvious what you were referring to. You tugged and moved away from him- or attempted to. It was useless, he pulled you up against him before he spoke.

"You're all mine. No one will take you from me. You're worth everything to me- you're my reason in this god-forsaken world." He confessed with so much adoration and infatuation.

"And you will be mine. Whether you like it or not," He spat harshly before he jabbed something into your neck. Your vision blurred before you blacked out.

The last thing you heard was his chuckles and his humming as darkness collapsed on you.

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Anger

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In this imagine you made it to the safe haven and newt helps you through your emotions while your still struggling with the loss of the others.

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⚠️Tw: mentions of suicide⚠️

I stared at Newt, glaring at him through the flames of fire between us. We were finally in the safe haven and everyone was happy, everyone but me. I couldn’t remember the last time I truly smiled, or really felt anything for that matter. How could they be smiling and laughing?

We lost so many wonderful lives and they were just over it? I didn’t understand. Having Gally back was relieving, he was never the nicest person, to anyone, but he had grown, and it showed.

“Y/n, you good?” Minho questioned, Newt’s eyes locked with mine and I quickly looked away. “Yeah.” I sounded cold and mean, I held a little bit of anger against them, I just didn’t understand how they were okay. It was selfish, the others would have loved to be here. Yes, we carved their names on the rock but it just didn’t feel like enough. They deserved so much more.

I stood grabbing one of Gally’s drinks while walking towards the beach. I made it to the shore leaving the dancing and laughter behind. I sat down and stared out upon the endless ocean. I wished I could dig deep into my heart, take my pain, and let it drift out into the sea.

“I miss you guys, It’s not the same without you here.” I scoffed, taking a swig. “I’m so fucking angry, why not me. I wanted to die.” I said looking from the sky to the ground.

I whispered, “I still wanna die.”

“Pretty isn’t it?” I jumped hearing the all too familiar voice of a brown-eyed blonde-haired boy. He sat down beside me staring up at the starry sky.

“Yeah, gorgeous.” I agreed.

“I heard you talking.” I was drowning in embarrassment and grief.

“I just want them to know.” He nodded now it was his turn to take a swig. “They know Y/n, they're watching us every day.”

I shook my head.

“That’s supposed to make it easier?”

He shrugged, “Maybe a little, yes. I’m not saying you can’t mourn, because you can, but you’ve gotta learn to move on.” This made me angry.

“Like you? Five fucking day’s after they were gone.”

He looked at me, clenching his jaw, his eyes were angry. “I had to stay strong for you and the others, I’m bloody hurt Y/n. I’ve been hurt for a long, long time! You don’t get to tell me I was a bad person when I was just trying to keep you and the others alive!” He blew up on me, his voice louder and bolder than ever.

I couldn't look at him, the tears in my eyes rolling down my cheeks. Maybe I should kill myself, He would stay strong so the others would be okay, right? They wouldn't miss me, not like I bring anything good to the group. I would get to see the others as well. “I know that look Y/n, I can see it in your eyes, I’ve seen it in your eyes for a long time and I promise you it won’t make anything better.”

How did he know…

“I’m sure y'all would be fine.”

He shook his head. “Nope, we wouldn't.”

“I’m just so angry.” I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists. I sat for a minute looking at the sky when I realized. “It’s like I’m the moon and the stars are everyone in my life.” “

“I think you’ve had a tad too much to drink Y/n.”

“No. The moon and the stars adorn each other. Without the stars, the moon is just the moon.”

“Follow me.”

He stood and began walking, I walked up and stood beside him in front of a cluster of rocks. “I want you to throw that bottle as hard as you can, letting it shatter against those rocks.”

“What?” I asked

He nodded, “Scream as loud as you want, you can even cry if you’d like. Here I’ll give you my glass too.”

I shook my head. “The others will think something is wrong.”

“They can’t hear you from here.” He handed me the glass and backed up sitting on a log behind him.

“Go on. Let it out.”

Taking a moment I took the glass throwing it as hard as I could at the biggest rock there was, it shattered.

A tear ran down my cheek as I grabbed the other glass watching it fly through the air and shatter just as the other one did.

It felt too good tears now pouring down my face, I searched for anything to throw picking up smaller rocks and shells.

“Aghhhhhhh!!!!” I screamed as loud as I could feeling a sharp pain through my head, but I couldn’t stop,

“They should be here!!!”

“I loved them!!!”

“I should have hugged you when I had the chance!!!” I sobbed, still throwing whatever I could find before I ran out of breath and fell to my knees. “It should have been me!” I felt a gentle hand on my back, another on my cheek pulling me into himself.

“Shhh, that's not true love.”

I cried for a long time, even after Newt carried me back to my hut and tucked me in before he sat down in a chair beside my bed to keep an eye on me and calm me down.” I eventually fell asleep having a strong headache but also a sense of emotional relief.

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[moirtre]

‎ ‎ ⋆⠀⠀&.⠀⠀٬⠀⠀❝ 1 : 37 AM :   BROKEN SILENCE. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉       

i heard you on the phone last night. we live and die by pretty lies, you know it, we both know it. these silver bullet cigarettes, this burning house, there's nothing left.⠀–— from, “Nothing Breaks Like a Heart - Mark Ronson & Miley Cyrus”

&.⠀⠀CHARACTERS⠀⠀┉⠀⠀*⠀SOHN NARYUN, MELANIE BAE, MIN HERI, SOHN NARAE, JEONG KARIN, WILLIAM KIM. &.⠀⠀WORD COUNT⠀⠀┉⠀⠀*⠀2.5K &.⠀⠀WARNINGS⠀⠀┉⠀⠀*⠀car accident, blood, hospitalization, unhealthy dynamics. &.⠀⠀NOTES⠀⠀┉⠀⠀*⠀a closer look at the heri-melanie dynamic. narae can be found at @viriditic! one of my favorite things i've written in a hot minute. this has been canon since like 2021 and it's finally leaving my brain. i'm getting "melanie, don't fuck with me" tatted as we speak, that's gold!

Naryun feels the spinning of her head before she hears the ringing in her ears. 

The disorientation throws her for a loop as her conscious screams at her to get up. To do something. She figures something is all wrong when her body can’t seem to understand what her nerves are trying to say. They scream and scream at her legs to push themselves up from her spot; all crumpled on the hard, unforgiving ground. They cry and cry at her neck to swivel itself in a direction— any direction possible; it refuses. 

Slowly, she begins to make sense of the chilled grass beneath her, starting to thaw from the heat she feels is escaping her at such a speed she thought was just an exaggeration the true crime stories used to describe the hopeless helplessness she feels at the very moment.

Her fingers dig into the ground, feeling the dirt blend into the carefully manicured prettiness of her nails. It’s an ugly contrast that barely manages to shock her as her eyes peel themselves open. Even if it had shocked her, she wasn’t sure her brain would have been able to process the emotion.

The stabbing tingle of her fingers pulls her hazy attention away from the ground and to the metal on her tongue. The tang of her blood trickles down her chin so slowly it nearly itches. Her eyes can barely bring themselves to fully adjust to the scene in front of her with all of the lights blinding her vision and that god-awful ringing in her ears. 

The ringing was supposed to be the worst part. 

The inability to process anything besides the dirt underneath her frigid body was supposed to be the worst part.

Instead, the worst part was that she couldn’t bring herself to want to fix it. As if the warming grass beneath her had consumed every fiber of her will, Naryun had no interest in fixing the disorientation or the frigidity. And she definitely had no interest in stopping the ringing that spun her mind and made her nerves scream in an endless loop that made her feel absolutely mad with suffering. 

A scream finds a way to escape the confines of her hoarse throat. Slipping through the reddened glow of her whitened teeth and out of her body with such force it rips her voice away from her. The second scream comes as a lower groan and the third is lower still. It is the strength of her whispers that finally tear her will from her. The lights and the ringing begin to still before she can attempt to make sense of them. Stillness—and her sister comfort—embrace Naryun into a void that welcomes her so gently that she doesn’t even miss the ringing in her ears.

It must be hours later when Naryun is finally coaxed out of stillness and back into awareness. Her body shivers from the cold and her nose flares as it takes in the sterility of the hospital air. The mattress beneath her is just as cold as the grass she had last felt the ringing. The ringing itself is gone, though she now longs for its return instead of the screaming she can’t quite register from outside of the hospital room door. The inability to register the words thrown amid argument cannot hide the voices the words belong to— even in her state of slow consciousness. 

With a groan, she reaches for the button she’s sure is not too far from her side. The buzz of the alert is fuzzy and barely recognized as she attempts to block out the insults spinning around her head. A young nurse rushes over to the newly alert idol, slowly taking in the sight of her hands covering her ears with her eyes gently adjusting to the fluorescent LED lights hanging overhead. 

“Miss—”

“Please tell the divas with the dyed hair to shut the fuck up.”

She throws in a gentle smile to soften the harshness of her words, hoping the poor nurse wouldn’t take her irritation to heart. With a shallow bow, the blue-scrubbed woman carefully exits the room, Naryun almost laughs to herself when she sees Melanie’s head whip around. Her brown eyes make contact with Naryun’s darker ones, drawing a clear path from her place between the three bodies flanking both of her sides. Her shoulder nudges Heri’s whose features twist in concern before following Narae’s eyes to the group’s soft-spoken vocalist. 

“Can you tell everyone that you’re perfectly fine?” Melanie’s words are as brash as expected. Naryun catches Karin’s labored exhale as she presses against her tanned temples. 

“What- what are you talking about?” Naryun shallowly chokes out, coughing hoarsely before Will raises a bottle of water to her lips. It is at that moment that Naryun realizes her right hand is bandaged up, thumb set in its place, a stark contrast drawn between the forced restraints keeping her in place and the impatient pacing Melanie charts in front of Naryun’s hospital bed.

“Karin and I think that it would be best if you—and the rest of the group take a break from any public activities-” Will, the parent company’s PR representative is cut off by a bright-eyed Australian accent. 

Melanie cuts into his words, inserting her thoughts into the conversation. 

“Which is overkill because you’re fine, right?” 

There’s a hidden force beneath Melanie’s words, one that Naryun is sure only she and Heri pick up on between the five people occupying the sterile room. Naryun’s eyebrows furrow as the boom of Melanie’s voice pounds against her temples. She’s much louder than Will is, more forceful, much less gentle. 

“Melanie,” Karin speaks up with a warning. Her gentle stiffness contradicts Will’s all-around gentleness. 

If she had even the slightest clue what Melanie was so worked up about Naryun might have even found the tension a bit humorous. But with Narae’s controlled anxiety and Heri’s flat-out anxiety, Naryun can’t help but find herself bothered by Melanie’s bluntness.

“I- I don’t..” She draws out, eyes closing as she grows frustrated with her brain which can’t seem to remember why she has a headache or why she’s in a garish white gown. Narae releases a controlled breath through her nose, taking a step towards Naryun the others in the room wouldn’t dare to. 

“You were in an accident, bear.” 

Bear. Her words are so gentle and so direct that it takes Naryun a moment to piece everything back together. Her twin sister’s hands softly tug at Naryun’s chestnut hair, eyes communicating much more than those nearly harmless five words. 

“Car?” She whispers, unable to tear her eyes away from her sister’s. With a nod so quaint the other three miss it completely, Narae’s eyes lock onto Melanie’s figure, signaling all her sister needed to know at the moment. 

Naryun swallows slowly bringing Will to draw closer, offering another needed sip of water. He begins to speak once more as he watches her drink from the bottle in his hand. 

“We want to give you as much time as you need. I’ve spoken to the others, their priority is your recovery. Nothing happens without your word, Naryun.” 

His calming tone does nothing to ease Naryun’s gradually quickening heart. Nothing could calm her heart when Melanie’s eyes blaze with a fierceness Naryun is much too familiar with. 

Karin is the next to step forward. Motherly hands reach to envelop Naryun’s damaged ones in her own. “Take some time, go back home. We’ll circle back in a few months, okay?” 

Naryun nods, incredulous as she takes in the two executives’ words while simultaneously trying to decipher Melanie’s stony expression as she leans against the frame of the door. A few moments of silence allow Naryun the clarity to finally voice her thoughts.

“What’s wrong with you?” Her two groupmates seem shocked by her lack of filter. The most conscious member pulled into a state of bluntness. A state that perfectly aligns with the bruising injuries that decorate her skin. 

Melanie’s raised eyebrows illustrate her perplexion, releasing a much gentler, “Me?”, in response to Naryun’s frankness. Receiving a nod in confirmation, she sighs with her head hanging in what a stranger would view as shame. Naryun knows better than to believe the act so she waits in silence, eyes unbudging from Melanie’s figure.

She parts her lips to answer before quickly closing them. She repeats the action once more before finally pushing herself up to pace closer to the pale vocalist.

“Sunny-”

“Melanie, don’t fuck with me right now.”

Their eyes lock in a stare. Heri shifts uncomfortably in her spot. Karin’s hand reaches to massage her temples once more. 

Melanie’s jaw clenches. “Naryun,” She tests out to begin. “You- I’ve been working really hard on my album, you know that better than anyone.” The switch in her word choice tells Naryun exactly where she was going. 

Still, a little part of her wants to give her the benefit of the doubt, nodding twice to give her the okay to continue. 

“If I wait on this, I risk missing my window-”

“Your window?” Narae scoffs. Will sighs. Karin remains silent.

Ignoring her completely Melanie continues. “A December release date. It’s perfect, you know that right?” 

Naryun can’t help but blink up at the older girl. The silence in the room is thick, nearly strangling Melanie whose eyes have yet to let go of the fierceness Naryun despised. She struggles to find the words as her head continues to pound, louder than before, in response to the plea Melanie presents her with. Instead of responding, her head turns to face Heri whose eyes are fixated on the ground. Her bangs cover her face as she all but fades into the distant background of the tense conversation.

“Heri,” Naryun speaks up, grasping the attention of the younger girl. 

“What do you think?”

Naryun feels her heartbreak at the vulnerability in Heri’s eyes. Her head shakes in a desperate plea to remain without a voice. This time it is Melanie who scoffs. Will sighs again. And Karin’s eyes roll so subtly that Naryun knows she’s hit a vein.

“I’m asking you what you think, Heri.” A little more forceful this time, Heri’s eyes close in discomfort as if wishing reality—or herself— to disappear. 

She whispers lowly, “I can’t.”

Naryun’s eyes blaze as she whips her head towards Melanie. The blonde meets her eyes in challenge, a smirk reaching her own as her arms fold one over another.

“Heri.” Narae is the one to speak up this time. Melanie keeps staring at Naryun.

“It’s not fair!” She finally exclaims, cracking under the pressure of the three older idols. Her eyes continue to shy away from any eye contact, fixed to the floor as she hugs herself in self-comfort. Naryun holds her gaze on Melanie, urging the youngest girl to continue, “What’s not fair, Heri?”

Heri hesitates this time, chewing at her lip as it quivers in discomfort. Tears threaten to break at the surface before she finally finds the strength to look up from her found comfort on the floor. It’s at that moment that Melanie breaks the contest between Naryun and herself. Faux gentleness floods her eyes as the twins look on incredulously. Not yet understanding what was soon to occur, Narae turns to face Naryun whose jaw is set in a low anger.

“What’s not fair, Heri?” Melanie’s voice, echoing Naryun’s words, oozed with honeyed care. Her eyes warm with a comfort that only Heri can see. It’s that same comfort that finally draws the words out of Heri’s mouth. 

“It’s not fair to Melanie.”

Karin and Will are shocked into silence as Narae struggles to contain her amazement. Naryun, who already knew what the girl’s next words would be, doesn’t react. Her breathing is even for the first time since she woke up, and her eyes stare straight ahead, through Karin and Will who struggle to believe Heri’s words. 

Narae is the first to speak up. 

“Is this a joke to you?” 

Her voice cuts through the silence, aimed at Heri who refuses to look up at her, eyes back to their comfort spot on the floor. 

“You cannot be serious.” Narae scoffs, turning to leave the room. Her footsteps are heavy as her cloud of disappointment follows her through the door of the hospital room. 

“Melanie can have her album then. Since Heri thinks it’s unfair… Melanie can have her album. That’s fine.” Naryun’s words are curt, delivered with a level of restraint that manages to astonish even Melanie. Sensing the protests fighting to tumble from Will’s lips, Naryun eyes him with an air of decisiveness. 

Karin, ever the businesswoman, clears her throat and turns to face Melanie. 

“I’ll see that everything is finalized. I’m looking forward to hearing it.” Her lips purse in obvious disappointment as she carefully eyes Heri whose bowed head causes her hair to fall over her face once again. With a shake of her head, she exits the room. 

Will, who says nothing, follows behind her, his phone pressed to his ear with seasoned speed. 

Melanie reaches for Naryun’s hand, holding it so warmly that Naryun almost begins to understand Heri’s cowardice. 

“I’ll be thinking about you the whole time. Thank you, hun.” 

Her accent creeps into her pronunciation in a way that Naryun finds ironic considering her false sincerity. She glides out of the room with an ease that leaves Naryun numb with anger. 

Heri turns to leave the room without a word of comfort. Head hanging low as she drags her feet across the gray vinyl flooring, following Melanie so predictably it finally draws a scoff out of Naryun. Stopping in her tracks, Heri looks up at the hospitalized vocalist. Naryun watches in distaste as a tear falls from Heri’s eyes leaving a wet path along her sunken cheeks. 

“Do me a favor?” Heri speaks up cautiously. 

Naryun doesn’t respond.

“Please don’t tell the others what I said.” 

The edge of Naryun’s mouth twitches in response. Her nose flares as she tries, and fails, to contain herself. 

“Do me a favor?” Naryun echoes her words. 

She takes a deep breath as the pounding in her head finally clears and her voice returns to its full strength. A rush of will surges through her as she pushes herself up to her full height. Their eyes meet for the first time that day before Heri breaks the hold, another tear falling from her eyes.

“Let me know what her dick tastes like when she finally fucks you.”

Heri doesn’t respond.

#‎ ‎ ⋆⠀⠀ʬ.ʬ.⠀⠀٬⠀⠀(⠀⠀&.⠀⠀)⠀...⠀TRANSCRIPT. #fictional idol company #fictional kpop idol #fictional kpop company #fictional kpop oc #fictional idol group #fictional idol community #fictional idol oc #fictional kpop community #fake kpop gg #fake kpop group #fake kpop girl group #fake kpop idol #fake idol group #fake oc #fake kpop oc #fake kpop addition #idolverse #idol au #idol kpop #idol oc #idol group #kpop #kpop idol #kpop au #kpopidol #kpop gg

[itjazzbicch]

Fighting With Destiny PT. 4

Pairing:  Reiko x Umgadi!Fem Reader 

Summary: Fighting With Destiny PT. 1 - Fighting With Destiny PT. 2 - Fighting with Destiny PT. 3

Facing death and waking up to a roaring battle with Mileena taking a stance on the battlefield given the last battles events in the Outworld Civil War, the reader tries to fight, but this time, Reiko is the one to step up to the Royal Family and Empress herself, keeping his word to the reader as the truth to these events is unveiled and they focus on their future as they can finally be together...

Warnings:  Fighting, War Battle, mentions of blood, injuries

Word Count: 1.3k 

“That’s so amazing,” These Umgadi never ceased to leave me in awe; listening to their stories and hearing about Outworld's past before I was born was astounding; chuckling nervously, “I don’t know if my stories will live up to yours.”

“What do you mean?” The one beside me laughed, bumping shoulders with me, “You still have your own story to finish.”

“Huh?” I was confused, looking at her, then the umgadi across from me, her face starting to fade, but she was smiling at me, encouraging:

“Your time has not come yet, Y/N.”

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Everything went black again, but there was this shooting pain in my back, the worst pain I’ve ever experienced physically, groaning at the loud screaming and yelling I could hear from a distance.

I had no idea what was happening or where I was, my eyes not wanting to open, barely able to see as I knew Reiko’s voice:

“If you want her, you’ll have to kill me first, Mileena!”

Mileena? Reiko’s voice made me remember where I was, but what was Mileena doing here?

“You will die here today, Reiko!”

This civil war was only getting worse. Mileena being on the battlefield was an obvious sign of that.

I didn’t want things to be this way, trying my hardest to get up, crying and screaming through the shooting pains in my back, all the noise from outside drowning it out, but I could still hear Mileena’s words:

“Why Y/N fell for a fool like you is beyond me! And after what she’s done, I’m disbanding the Umgadi! What she’s done is treasonous!”

“She has nothing to do with the choices I’ve made!” Reiko had never sounded so emotional; his words put tears in my eyes, “But I will gladly free her from the slavery that you call Umgadi by ending you!”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Mileena scowled, her tone giving away that she was ready for combat, “I’ll just kill you both, then Shao and this rebellion will end!”

Hearing Mileena saying she’d kill me cut my heart deeply. I remember us growing up together, always guarding her and Kitana. She could throw that all away as if it were meaningless.

Finally, I saw Mileena and the royal family through Reiko’s eyes. Still feeling the pain in my back, the weird feeling that I felt before Kitana stabbed me flowed through my body again, and then this snap.

“Enough talk! Just DIE!” Mileena shrieked, going to stab Reiko with her sai, but my hand swatted them away like a fly. No feeling in my body, but my hand clenched around her throat and nearly snapped her neck as I growled:

“You touch a single hair on his head, and yours will be on the ground next.”

I was on my death bed, and to suddenly be standing, let alone face to face with Mileena, everyone stopped and stared.

“Y/N?!” Reiko couldn’t believe his eyes, “How are you- “

“B-Behand me-e-" Mileena was struggling to breathe, staring in fear as she saw something I couldn’t, my eyes glowing as I squeezed harder, growling:

“What was that? I could’ve sworn you just threatened to kill me. Why would I do something so idiotic by letting you go?”

“Empress!”

Her army didn’t stay stationary for long; the only reason I let her go was because of an arrow that flew past my back, the pain of my wound snapping me back into the horrible pain.

Mileena dropped, coughing and spitting from how hard I was choking her, but making sure that she spit out:

"You will p-pay for your treason and for what you did to Kitana!"

Kitana? I had no idea what happened after I collapsed on the battlefield, not having the time to think as Reiko scooped me. Mileena made it to her feet, but he sent her reeling with a kick, clinging to him and crying out as the movement made the pain worse.

"I'm sorry, love," He huffed, still ready to fight and placing me down near one of the tents they had set up, commanding to one of the rebels, "You protect her with your life till I'm done with this witch! You understand?!"

"Yes, sir!" They followed their orders without any hesitation, and the sight of Mileena prepared for him had me crying out:

"REIKO"

"This is for you, my love," He said to me, facing off with Mileena, "Tonight, we will finally be free."

All I could do was cry as I watched him start to exchange blows with Mileena. My sobs and hysteria grew as I tried to get up, wanting to end this battle, but my body wouldn't allow me.

"You shouldn't be moving!" This rebel was trying to keep me still as my wounds were still rather fatal, but I kept watching Reiko, infuriated that my body was giving up on me, the loud noises dying down, and my vision blurring again.

I couldn't see what was happening, but I remembered crying so hard that I couldn't breathe, seeing blood spatter between Reiko and Mileena, crying out to him as my heart finally knew what it wanted:

"Just win, Reiko! Please!"

------

"K-Keep moving, men. We're almost there."

"Huh?" I passed out again, my eyes stinging at a bright light. It was the sun.

"I know it's uncomfortable, but I have you," Reiko's voice was low and deep. He sounded exhausted, blinking to see a terrible cut on his face, and the night before finally occurred to me.

"By the gods," I gasped quickly, trying to sit up to realize that I was in his arms, and he kept me snug so that I couldn't. His arms were covered in cuts, too and before I could say more, he huffed out:

"I'm fine, Y/N, but you're still injured. So please, stay still. We're almost there."

"Reiko," I had never seen him in such a state, shaking as I asked, "What happened?"

"Mileena retreated. She learned firsthand that I am not easily defeated."

There was so much that I wanted to know, but this wasn't the time. I was only grateful that he and I were alive and together. That's all that mattered to me.

"That night, I left to send a message, and when I came back, you were gone," He began to explain what led to all this, and I had never felt so guilty.

He never truly left me, but that's what I thought. Now, look at us. Just the look in his eyes showed that it was the truth, and I couldn't believe it.

"I'm such a fool," Crying again, I began to blame myself. This all could've been prevented if I had just waited a while longer, "I'm so sorry, Reiko-"

"There's nothing to be sorry for," He huffed, looking to see that we were on a massive hilltop, his resiliency astonishing considering he carried me all this way while wounded, taking his words in sincerely, "I've made mistakes, and you almost died for me because of it."

"No, Reiko-" I truly felt that this was all my fault, but his following words kept me silent:

"Mileena showed her true colors, and she may have made me bleed, but I kept my word. She will never suppress us again."

Standing still for a deep breath, the sun shone down on us, tears beading down my face as he looked up to the sky, not a single fear in his eyes, no more bad thoughts, if anything, happiness, smiling softly at the sky:

"Everything happens for a reason. So, don't worry anymore. We're free from the chains that shackled us, love."

The heart wants what it wants, and mine only wanted Reiko. After these two horrific days, after everything that happened, I finally reached clarity.

Using all my strength and ignoring the pain, I hugged his head as tight as I could, letting him know:

"I'll never leave your side again, Reiko."

"As I will never leave yours," Nuzzling his head against mine, he kissed my cheek, assuring me, "Just be patient a while longer. I am going to take care of you, I swear."

"How can I worry," This time, my tears were filled with joy, caressing the cut on his cheek as he smiled at my words, "When I'm in the arms of the realm's strongest solider?" 

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[spacexseven]

ok im finally here with the spy au stuff. sorry this took me so long i suddenly got Extremely Ill and couldnt really do much but im BACK baby.

im gonna do some more than i originally planned since i made u and the venerable budijojo wait so long so buckle up

AKUTAGAWA - ohhhh akutagawa… poor thing. this is about The Most devastating thing that could possibly happen to him. i could see him not realizing he loves darling in time just by virtue of arrogance, similar to fyodor. he doesnt think he’d ever deign to have something as silly as affection for someone like… you. preposterous. doesnt help that he has dazai’s voice in his ear at every second. but, well, here he is: stuck adoring somebody who hates him, and knowing it’s all his fault. although deep in despair, ever the devotee, he will gracefully take any punishment darling throws at him- granted they stay by his side. you might not think so, what with all the ‘stabbing you a hundred times with his jacket’ business he put you through, but you’re truly the safest by HIS side, you’ll see! no one can protect you as well as he can! you can spit at him, scream at him, hurt him, tell him all the ways you despise him; he’ll accept it all, but he won’t- *can’t* let go of you. he needs to keep you safe, it’s the only way he can make up for his sins.

DAZAI - oh christ. if you thought akutagawa had attachment issues get a load of this guy. i could see him REALLY shooting himself in the dick by also getting a bit of torture in before “killing” you- either cuz you suddenly started being cagey with information and he was approaching his deadline or just cuz he felt like it at the time. dazai is… very jarring. his emotional state is such that he feels this very suddenly and very violently, and his demeanor is very dependent on what he’s feeling. this is all to say that when you and dazai meet again, the version of dazai you knew- the manipulative nihilist who kissed your cheek within the same hour he broke all your fingers with a pair of pliers- is all but gone. he’s been replaced with some sopping wet cat of a man who looks honest-to-god shattered at your rejections. and he really IS like a pet cat who just realized hes in trouble, or maybe more of a stray who learned the hard way that people stop feeding you after you maul them. anything he can think of to get even a SECOND of your affection he’ll do, and i do mean anything. he’ll debase himself, scream, cry, beg, kill, anything he thinks will do the job. just please please please please PLEASE dont run away from him he loves you so much please stay he needs you please….

CHUUYA - i think hes the least likely to make this mistake just cuz he seems pretty self-possessed, but i could also see him getting very swept up in the little competition he made up in his head and not thinking his actions through very well. also DENIAL DENIAL DENIAL he’s gonna be the LAST guy to admit his feelings in this circumstance, just cuz admitting it would be much too painful so his brain just rejects it. i mean, the fella kicked you so hard into the wall it made a crater, he can STILL hear the echoes of your bones crunching in his head every time he closes his eyes, thats HARDLY the actions of a man in love. besides, even if you DID somehow survive that, youd never take him back (not that he wants that lol no way) so it’s not even worth thinking about. theres gonna be a lot of waking up from a drunken stupor only to find himself in your old apartment or surrounded by your possessions in a nest and some extremely pitying glances from kouyou before he lets himself accept what he feels and what he did. any peace he manages to make with this over time will immediately shatter what he hears that youve been spotted wandering around the city. our boy is going off the deep end instantly. 

FYODOR -it doesn’t really come as a shock that fyodor didn’t realize his feelings for you til pretty late in the game, given that he’s a black hole where emotions go to die. UNPOPULAR OPINION ALERT i can very easily see fyodor feeling guilt over the whole Trying To Kill His Darling debacle, its just that he doesnt really have any kind of handle on this feeling at all. all he can process is that you’re scared of him/mad at him and this makes him feel this Mysterious Bad Feeling™ that he doesnt know what to do with. it occurs to him that he could very easily just make you compliant with him by fiddling with your brain like he did to ivan, but this makes the Bad Feeling worse. he doesnt want you to be a smiling puppet, he wants YOU, as strange as this desire is to him. all the little things used to do that had gotten on his nerves or perplexed him he now feels this alien yearning for. he feels this full body frost whenever he hears you crying through the door of your (cell) room, the distinct sensation of oncoming sickness. he finds himself very hesitant to put his hands on you, or even enter your line of sight out of fear of disturbing and upsetting you. odd. expect him to creepily watch you sleep a lot after he kidnaps you, enjoying seeing your face at peace for once. 

GOGOL - clown boy has established he feels guilt over things as much as the next guy, so ohhh BOY is he not gonna handle this too good. honestly, i could see his guilt overwhelming him to the point where he refuses to kidnap you or approach you again at all. he had his chance and made his choice, best to let his birdie be free now, yes? of course, he doesnt let you go TOTALLY. he has his eye on you as often as his schedule will allow. definitely dons disguise after disguise as an excuse to get close to you, maybe even makes up a persona that works at a shop you frequent so he gets to talk to you every day. eventually his mind might fray to the point where he cant STAND it anymore and NEEDS to get you back no matter what, especially if he insists on prolonged exposure to you, but hed probably try to avoid upsetting you as much as he can. youll give in eventually, hes going to be the only person youre ever going to be close to again, after all, so theres no need to force anything. he can convince you of his sincerity, hes sure of it.

also bonus i think this concept would also work really well with jouno what do you think. couldnt think of anything for kouyou sorry :/

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thank you so much for all your effort behind this :> hope you're feeling better now!! i tried to write fyodor a little differently for you so. what do you think eheh :> the linked words take you to the original spy au posts for those characters! i considered writing for jouno but this post is way too long already for an ask lol

cw: yandere characters (akutagawa, dazai, chuuya, fyodor, nikolai), obsessive behavior, violence, forced relationships, stalking, manipulation, mentions of torture/interrogations, deceit, imprisonment (not proofread)

akutagawa is constantly tormented with his feelings for you. he knows he doesn't have the time to be in love, since he has more important things to do like make dazai recognize him, but he doesn't have a handle on himself. he can't put a lid on the wonderfully complex things he feels for you, and that's why it manifests the way it did. besides, he can't imagine actually tolerating, let alone liking, you, with all your kindness and concern that was long beaten out of him.

you've always been so kind to him, looking out for him, talking to him, treating him like anyone else. but all he could do in response was nod to your questions. akutagawa himself hasn't been shown a lot of affection so his way of showing his feelings is...awkward. he didn't know how to be friendly or be loved, but you didn't seem to care. and then when he finally, finally identified the cause of his palpitating heart and distracted mind, when he finally came to terms with what he felt, everything went wrong. you weren't supposed to find out, and you weren't supposed to get hurt. you weren't supposed to hate him, even if everyone else did.

he had been prepared to face the anger from his coworkers when they found out he fell for the enemy, but he wasn't planning on you finding out the way you did. and the look on your face, the hatred and the betrayal, it broke him. akutagawa, having lost everything already, grovels at your feet. he's desperate for another chance, but he doesn't dare complain, not when you ignore him and scorn him, not when you refuse to even acknowledge him.

he has hope, though, that one day you'd realize he only wanted to keep you safe. he only wants to show you that he's worth keeping around. you saved him before, and he only wanted to repay the favor forever. your organization was down and yokohama was far from safe, but with akutagawa by your side, nobody would dare touch a hair on your head.

dazai well, it's established he hates you from the moment he was assigned the spying mission. of course he hates you and the dates you planned out and the meals you make and the hand holding and the kissing and the...warmth he never gets elsewhere...and...the adoring way you look at him...and....and...

what was he thinking? you were just a target!

dazai has so many dilemmas during this mission because he's conflicted with hating you for being so damn annoying and feeling something because you're head over heels for an asshole like him, but let's say he pushes down the growing good he feels for you, shoves it away and sticks with hating you constantly for the purpose of this scenario. when the gig's up and you find out he was using you to get intel, there's no point in pretending anymore. no point in going along with your affectionate touches and asking about your day.

dazai has to rely on his usual, faithful method of getting intel—interrogation. he pretends like he doesn't care about hurting your feelings, pretends like it's just another job and it doesn't affect him if you're scared or crying. he doesn't care what you think of him now, of course not.

but right after it's all done, he's drowning in regret. he can't even remember what you told him, he just wants to take it all back. he scared you terribly, he knows he probably traumatized you and he can't undo it anymore. he tries, though, of course he does. at one point you were hopelessly infatuated with him despite how mean he was, so if he was the complete opposite now, you'd definitely look back at him, right? you'll be satisfied seeing him suffer for your sake, right? he'll happily beg for your forgiveness and debase himself if you'd feel even a little satisfied. if there's no way for you to forgive him, then he'll just have to go all out. he'll pull out all the stops and do everything in his power.

(i think dazai would definitely kick into the typical "i'll kill for you" yandere thing around here, hoping that by killing your enemies you'd appreciate him. he can't stand knowing other people were around you, people you had no reason to hate unlike him. what if you liked them instead? you liked dazai despite his shortcomings, so you could also fall for someone else that wasn't him. he couldn't have that)

chuuya (hehehe ive been waiting for this) feels the most guilt out of everyone in this list. i find it hard to imagine him actually hurting darling even if it's for the pm, like you said, he has the most self-control. in the original post of spy au! chuuya, he's completely obsessed with you and ends up scaring you off since you realize something's off, which leads to him finding your new place and what not. so i'll use the premise of him feeling guilty for scaring you and you kinda hating him for being a creep :>

he can't bring himself to hurt you, so knowing he's frightened you, knowing you hate him for what he believed was showing concern for you because he loved you, it shattered him. he didn't mean for you to think that he had it out for you or that he was going to kill you just because he worked for the enemy organization. he loved you and he only wanted you to be safe. he only wanted to get to know you so you'd love him back.

he allows himself to suffer, drinking a dangerous amount almost every night, staying in the apartment you used to instead of his own, looking at all the things he bought you and imagining you using them. it's pathetic to see how he's turned into a helpless, lovesick fool that can't even get you to look twice at him anymore. he tries to throw away the feelings he had, he avoids any mention of you and drowns himself in work and alcohol, but it's only a matter of time before the two of you cross paths again and he's unable to hold back from breaking down and begging you to take him back.

since i don't have a planned out story for fyodor in this spy au i'll make it up as i go. probably some info stealing for the doa, he can't exactly ask anyone else to go. bram is...in an awkward state, kamui is far too much of a public figure, sigma is too busy with the casino, and nikolai...there's no guarantee he won't just kill you, and fyodor can't have that, not after all his efforts to track you down and choose you for his mission. you should be honored, really, that he's giving you such an important role in his plans. maybe he could even convince you to join his side and completely sell out your organization.

everyone knows fyodor would be successful in his mission, and they know he'd get you wrapped around his finger very quickly. of course you don't think there's a single suspicious thing about this strange man who suddenly walked through the doors of your life and is somehow always around you and wow he's so nice and wow, isn't this moving too fast? but fyodor has that way of reassuring you with a smile and gentle strokes that there was nothing to worry about, and who were you to question him then?

you try to make him happy. he's always a bit emotionless, always a neutral expression on his face so you can't really tell if he's upset or happy when you greet him with a kiss. or is that surprise on his face? you don't know if he likes you holding his hand or if he wants to hear about your day, but one reassuring squeeze of the hand and an acknowledging hum sends you happily continuing your earlier actions. fyodor is a little surprised by your efforts to make him feel included. he's used to silence except for nikolai's random interruptions, but having you constantly by his side isn't the worst. compared to the miserable people in the world, you weren't nearly as unbearable for him.

fyodor is mostly surprised by how disappointed you look when it all blows over, and his identity is revealed. you're not disappointed at him, but at yourself for falling for a lie, and causing your coworkers deaths. he was too good to be true, you think, and you blame yourself for falling for his tricks. trust one charming stranger, and look where that got you? in some obscure prison cell and subjected to cruel questioning.

it's not very satisfying seeing you cry and rub at your red eyes. it's far from nice when you're ignoring him and boiling with resentment. and well, he shouldn't care. you had one purpose in his plan and it was now fulfilled. you should be happy you had a chance to help out in the making of fyodor's goals, but here you were sobbing so uncontrollably. he's a little uncomfortable seeing you look so devastated, and he's uneasy now that you don't tell him anything anymore. it's unfamiliarity that haunts him because you've changed, and not for the better. if he sees you opening up around sigma, who was the most ordinary person in the building, he's a little troubled by it, but you glaring at him with burning hatred is even worse than seeing you talk to someone else, so he just leaves the room.

despite the unhelpful suggestions he gets from the rest, he doesn't want you to lose your mind like ivan, even if the latter claims he isn't unhappy anymore. watching you when you sleep1!! yes, the only time he feels he can be around you now, when you're unaware of his presence. he doesn't like it, doesn't like having to walk on eggshells and hide from you like he was in the wrong. which he shouldn't be. he was only saving you from that hellhole and that shitty organization that never stood a chance against him. if he left you back there, you'd be dead. shouldn't you be grateful?

considering nikolai is like, the master of disguises, this mission should have been a piece of cake. get intel, and then he can do whatever he wants to you and your friends. this was a fun break for him! he was asked to join the company you worked for (a front for the organization) as a new hire and gather all the intel he could, but he didn't think he'd get attacked to anyone on the job.

you were surprisingly excited to guide him around the office, taking the senior role with pride. nikolai doesn't let it slip that he doesn't care about what you do or where the break room is, so he happily follows you around and shares your enthusiasm. you're all friendly and helpful to him, and he doesn't mind at all but it was a little annoying when he was trying to bug a meeting room and you just came around the corner, insisting he check out the new coffee machine. well, despite how irritating it got, he couldn't bring himself to dislike you for it.

and really, he can't help but tease you a little, watching the startled expression when he stares at you a little too coldly for a little too long, or lets it casually slip that he knew about the organization, though he's a little surprised by how quickly you bounce back to your usual carefree manner. oh, but the fun hadn't started yet! he was mostly looking forward, to the after. he couldn't wait to see your expression when you realize you've been cheated all along, and how you were going to die by his hands—

—but when the day came, it wasn't even a little satisfying to see you crumble. he didn't expect to be consumed entirely with guilt when he sees you tear up, hurt in your eyes. something inside him aches; he knows he's not invulnerable to feeling like this, but this intensity of emotion was new. he can't bear to look at you, facing the horror etched into your face at the sight of him, so he just disappears into his coat, leaving you somewhere far away from the devastation.

despite how much he yearns to be free he can't let you experience the same, unable to stop thinking about you. he checks in on you from time to time, hoping you'd try seeking him out. after all, he was the only other person who knew what happened, and you couldn't rely on anyone like you could on him. he knew you better than anyone else, all your secrets and your thoughts, and you'd need him by your side.

he'll definitely give into his urges and kidnap you eventually. he can't bear to be away from you, not after he knows you're probably feeling lonely, not knowing anyone else who could understand you. well, you probably didn't want to see the man who ruined your life, but it wasn't like you had many options. he's sorry that he hurt you, really! nikolai promises to be good, to go back to being the guy you befriended, but only if you promise to stay by his side.

#all this talk about spies has me thinking abt spyxfamily #a true gem #‟he’s a black hole where emotions go to die‟ that he is #yandere bsd #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere bsd x reader #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere dazai x reader #yandere dazai x reader #yandere dazai osamu #yandere dazai #yandere akutagawa #yandere chuuya x reader #yandere chuuya nakahara #yandere fyodor #yandere fyodor x reader #yandere fyodor dostoevsky #yandere nikolai x reader #yandere nikolai gogol #yandere x reader

[lucciolaraven]

Don’t let me drown

(Reiner Braun x Reader x Bertholdt Hoover)

Prologue (Masterlist)

Word count: 1,635

AN: ok so most of this chapter is kinda supposed to be a flash back in a sense sorry if it’s kinda confusing this is my first story lol

Slight AU (Bertholdt lives)

Tw: blood, vomit, character death, panic attack, cursing, Vomit

Year 844

“What is it?” You asked looking closely at the small shiny metal. Armin smiled slightly face bright red “it’s a necklace..” he answered shyly pausing a little before continuing “I got it for you , I’m sorry if you don’t like it..” Armin said looking away as he noticed you were just staring at the necklace with an unreadable look on your face.

“Oh Armin i love it!” Your threw your arms around his neck, frowning slightly though as you pulled away “but why did you get me it?” You asked you were very great full but honestly slightly confused today was nothing special that you knew of so why? Armins face now looked more nervous “well I know you want to marry the commander of the scouts when we’re older but I was hoping maybe if that didn’t work out you’d maybe choose me.. so the necklace would be a promise that one day me might get married..?”

You thought it over while marrying Armin didn’t sound like a terrible idea your small 9 year old brain believed commander Ewrin Smith was the love of your life even if you’ve only had one conversation and you were far to young for him. “hm sure Armin” you’d said smiling before Armin could thank you a voice cut through the warm summer air “hey guys!” Your smile doubled now “hey Eren!” Eren came running up the grassy hill Mikasa not far behind.

Year 845

Ringing that’s only thing you could hear there was so much of it your eyes were blurring with tears the ringing was so loud you stomach turned you felt sick head throbbing.The ringing died down slightly and a new noise joined it a loud desperate scream cut through the air. You can’t rember where you were honestly you couldn’t rember anything your brain felt fuzzy till it all came back the wall had been breached. Armin where was Armin or Mikasa and Eren your feet moved on there own you had to find them you had to find him “Armin!” You screamed at the top of your lungs no response you rounded a corner but you feet stopped in there tracks.

It was so tall how could something be that big it was one of them you never thought you’d actually ever see one it was a Titan. You’d never seen one only heard of them it’s eyes were empty as if it had no coherent thoughts, and the dumb look on its face that was terrifying. it just started at you as it peeped of over the house you couldn’t move frozen in your place. You finally found at where that scream was coming from a girl maybe a year or two older then you it was between the titans teeth it didn’t bite down fully just nibbled ever so slightly on her as if it was savoring the moment you wanted to throw up yet there was nothing left in your stomach.

“Y/n!” A voice you made at through the girls cry’s and screams it was Armin he was so close yet to far to reach your head now turned to Armin completely forgot about Titan and the girl “run.” It was simple he said it so clear a simple thing yet why couldn’t you move?

You turned away from Armin eyes now back to the Titan it still just stared. Armin didn’t waste any more time and took off toward you as he finally reached you he grabbed your wrist “y/n we have to go! well die if we stay!” As if a trance broke as your eyes met armins you nodded and you both ran hand in hand. You turned back a final to stare as the monster instead eyes meeting with girls as she begged for help but the Titan finally bit down her head fell to the ground as blood flew through the sky’s like a rain storm droplet splashed onto your face it was a sick warm feeling.

After that moment everything else felt unreal like you were just merely spectating not truly there. Once you both you found Armins grandpa and bordered the boat Armin seemed fairly unbothered he must’ve not seen to much. The ringing never went away just stayed humming in the back of your mind along with the feeling of the dried blood on your face it was all you could focus on even as people cried desperately and yelled you felt numb almost. “Armin you must have a seat.” Armins grandfather said you looked up from the floor now focusing on Armin after finding his grandfather he hasent said a word to you your slightly relieved you don’t know what you’d say forming words felt to hard right now.

“I will just keeping an eye out for my friends- there they are!” Armin paused as he was about to call out to them but he saw something you couldn’t “Eren..” Armin murmured Armins grandfather spoke up again but you returned you gaze back to floor. The image of that girl never left you don’t remember ever seeing her before she had sandy blonde hair and dark brown eyes- her eyes they looked so scared you felt that churning in your stomach again you left her there to die she died as you ran away.. to safety

“-god only know what they just saw..” Armin looked away from his grandpa as he stared at you now your face mirrored Eren you looked far away. A loud crash broke through the chaos you looked up heart stopping for a second. What the hell was that thing it mad so much bigger then the titans you’d seen before. The boat was now moving but that thing looked like it was charging up? As it began to run the houses and ground shook you couldn’t take your eyes off it even as it trampled people even as it broke the wall your eyes never left it.. they never left that.. that Devil.

Year 850

Eyes slowly opening it was hard to fully open them it felt as if weights kept them down. The first thing you noticed was the pounding you felt in your head it was unbearable. Next you felt as though every thing had been ripped out of your body and replaced with moultin hot lava groaning you leans over across the.. bed?

Tears forming in your eyes where are you? Where is everyone? Why did it feel like the room was swaying? What happened the last thing you remember was- memories crashed through your brain at an alarming and overwhelming rate please no- where’s Armin? Eren? Or Mikasa? Did the blast take them out did they escape in time or where they.. no no they couldn’t be.

The air began to feel warm and hard to breathe in why was it so hard to breathe now? you were breathing to fast everything felt like it was swaying, why did everything feel like you where swaying. pushing yourself from the bed you attempt to stand but the world spins as you land hard on the ground your vison blurry as thick tears slide down your face.

“Armin..” you weakly call out coughing as your try to take in more air “anyone!” Your throating to begin to feel tight heart racing where was everyone.. coughing some more as your stomach clenches and your throating begins to tighten so hard you feel your self gag and the bile rising in your throat no longer able to breathe. A hand raising to your lips to stop what ever was going to happen a closing you eyes as attempt to wake from whatever night mare this was as you cloaked on the warm fluid that filled your mouth then it spilled out with a cough splatting against the cold floor. Attempting crawl away from the mess your arms gave out and you face pressed against the all to cold floor.

Gasping for air you clawed weakly at your throat at the feeling of bile rising for a second time. Turning to your side it spilled passed your lips not able to move you felt the warm liquid press against your face. Your breathing steadied slightly as you began to cry again you felt disgusting and tired so very tired. The ground was still swaying as you attempt you push your self up you felt the warm liquid from stick to your hand you gagged disgusted.

You felt weak like you couldn’t move at all muscles stiff breathing still felt hard. you tried the best you could to call down the tears but it felt as the more you tried to stop it the worse it got. Sobs rack your body as you give up any control you had left and sunk to the floor once again pathetically.

What ever room or place you where I was dead silent you where alone all you could hear was the pounding of your heart trying to break free from you chest. Everything felt like to much you barely could get air in now. The deafening silence was cut by a voice that made everything stop all again his voice concluded what you thought earlier they were all dead.

“Y/n..?”

It was Bertholdt

#aot x reader #aot #armin arlert #armin x reader #armin alert #reiner braun #reiner x reader #snk reiner #bertholdt hoover #aot bertholdt #bertholdt x reader #jean kirschstein #jean kirstein #connie springer #sasha braus #hange zoe #levi aot #levi ackerman #mikasa ackerman #mikasa aot #eren jaeger #erwin smith #zeke yeager #porco galliard

[fandomnerd9602]

I like to imagine that death!reader before stalking the scarlet witch, had a wife (who is Natasha, btw), they were so in love, reader was like a grown puppy when natty was around, natasha loving her unusual red eyes. but when Natasha sacrificed herself to get the stone reader saw everything

Cue reader in limbo not wanting to let go of natty, gripping her hard and growling everytime Natasha mentions she has to go that it was her time to go, but reader just sobs harder.

All The Time

Natasha Romanoff x Death!Reader

You saw everything. Her struggles. Her victories. Her death.

Natasha Romanoff was in love with Death. Literally. Well she was in love with you. An ever present specter in her life. You followed her everywhere and then you made yourself known to her.

She fell in love and for the first time in an eternity, so did you. She could see past your skull like visage and view the loving and kind face that mask hid so well. Natasha had a way of caressing you that made all feel right in the universe.

You kept your marriage to her a secret, a well hidden one. She'd go to her room every night and you'd transport her to your kingdom when no one was looking. It was bliss, it was paradise, it was perfect.

But something perfect cannot last forever. The snap. It made chaos of what was supposed to be a perfect system. You made sure that Thanos would suffer a thousand times over in his death for trying to ruin the system that you were caretaker of.

Natasha sacrificed herself to help restore this system. You could only watch as the love of your immortal life threw herself off that cliff. You silently screamed into the void, no one could hear you.

You held her lifeless corpse close to your chest, weeping. Her skin was icy cold. Her eyes had lost their light. Your Natasha was gone. Gone to the void that all life ventures through.

You wake up screaming. It was another nightmare about her death. Your heart was shattered into a thousand piece and yet the job continues. Right now, you're trying to keep tabs on all her friends. The one causing the most issues is this Wanda Maximoff. Messing with the Darkhold is a dangerous game after all.

You rise from your ethereal bed and fasten your cloak back on. Time was not an issue in your domain, you existed outside of it after all.

You fasten your belt into place. You hook your twin scythes onto your trusty belt. Natasha used to tease you as you got ready for the day.

"We can just stay here" she'd smirk, rising from your bed with only a blanket to block your perfect view of her goddess like body. She'd tease you by letting the blanket slip a little, "I can give you a reason to stay"

"We have all the time in the world" you'd smirk back as you'd unfasten your belt, throw your cloak off and join her in your own bed. Your wife would be the death of you, if you could die.

You miss her. You lived so long and yet you never encountered another soul like hers before. Her scent, her smile, her touch.

"Detka" a familiar voice rings in your ears.

"Natasha" you whisper, a tear forming in your scarlet red eye.

You turn to see her standing there. Looking beautiful as ever. Scarlet red hair draped over a silky black robe.

"Hi honey" she smiles back.

'Y-You're here? How?" you throw down all your equipment and rush her. Holding her close, crying your eyes out. She wraps her arms around you tightly, holding onto you. Tears escaping her own eyes.

She pulls back, staring at you passionately before pulling you into one hungry kiss, one right after the other. Natasha could kiss you a thousand times and never feel like it was enough.

"This is a gift" she whispers as she kisses you hungrily. "The other deities brought me here. Said you did such a good job and all"

You roll your eyes, those softies. They knew how much you loved her. She caresses your cheek, staring at you with those orbs that you've memorized a thousand times over. This was no illusion, your Natasha was here.

"I can't leave here though" she explains, "I only exist here in our castle. our home"

"Now you're just giving me reasons to stay" you chuckle as she begins guiding you back to your bed.

She kisses you once, twice. and then behind your ear, and then your neck. Your fingers gently move to your wife's robe, playing with the hems.

"Stay" she whines in your ear. "we have time"

"All the time in the world"

#natasha romanoff x reader #death reader #death #black widow natasha #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha x reader #black widow x reader #black widow imagine #black widow #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #angst imagine #angst with a hopeful ending #mcu x reader #mcu fandom #mcu imagine #mcu fic #mcu #avengers #avengers imagine

[izvmimi]

cw: self-harm (attempted), angst, implied breakup

a/n: take the warning seriously please

You take a deep breath and steady yourself.

In and out, in and out.

Perhaps you are afraid, and you should admit that to yourself. A healthy dose of fear is good, after all. Fear keeps you alive. Fear keeps you sane, keeps you safe.

And yet, right now as you stand at the edge of one of the largest peaks of the city, in the middle of the night where onlookers will most likely be spared from the splatter of your broken body on the concrete until morning - heartache wins over fear.

Yet the question remains - are you really prepared to die? 

The height is dizzying, and you can feel yourself sway ever so slightly as you approach the limit to the infinite air. Your toes go over the edge just slightly and you can feel your heart racing, and in this moment you realize that your heart isn’t broken. It hurts, but it still exists after all. 

You remember the words he said to you once.

When you fall, I’ll catch you.

You grit your teeth. 

Liar.

If that were true, then  how have you made it this far, wind lapping harshly at your face, bitingly cold, as you contemplate ending your life.

When you fall, I'll catch you.

You take one step forward.

Catch me then. 

You freefall too quickly to scream. Gravity takes harsh control over your body, and you pick up speed with every second, the rush of air against your features bringing tears to your eyes.

They close reflexively.

Do you want to die? You have mere moments to think, and suddenly it occurs to you that the answer is no, you are not ready yet, and you are screaming and you are flailing your hands with nothing to hold on to, and the ground is steadily approaching and you were wrong. 

You want to live. You want to see the morning come and you want to suck air into your lungs and you want to smile at cute animal videos and you want to laugh heartily with your friends.

You want to hug and you want to hold someone, anyone.

You want to live.

And you do. 

Whatever you hit is hard but is not concrete, and the wind is knocked out your lungs, but you are no longer falling vertically but pushed horizontally, and your face is pressed against something warm, and something - an arm - is wrapped tightly around your waist.

You breathe in, and in your sigh of relief, cry into your ex’s chest.

—

Moments later, you stand several feet apart - yourself, a great distance away from the edge of the rooftop now, and really seated, rested against a wall as you watch Izuku stand with his back turned to you and his arms crossed over his chest. Your knees are bent closely to your chest and your eyes are still teary, but you are quiet, physically and emotionally. Even if Izuku is quiet as well, you can tell he’s furious, with the way the air around his silhouette seems to almost bend and curve around him, side effects of his Quirk betraying his emotional state.

Part of you wants to say he doesn’t have the right to be angry about what you choose to do with your body, and the other part of you recognizes that you are both cruel and stupid. 

There’s nothing to say at this moment. Sorry doesn’t quite cut it and if you dare make a joke, there’s a good chance he might throw you off the roof himself. You bite your lip and pray that he says something first, anything, before you die out of embarrassment.

As though he can hear your pleas for mercy, he does say something first.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

Your throat goes dry.

There are endless things wrong with you. Next question.

You don’t answer and he turns quickly and you can see that his eyes are red-rimmed too, fists clenched tightly. 

“Well?”

You don’t have an answer to give him and you can barely meet his gaze.

“You just jumped off a roof.”

Yes you did. 

“What if I hadn’t been there?” he asks. 

Then the two of you wouldn’t be having this conversation.

His voice would be steady if not for the slight wobble at the very end of the sentence, and you can tell he’s trying his very best to remain stable. He’s trying to remain rational, to accentuate the fact that you are stupid, you are so very stupid, and you are so very wrong, and he is not afraid for you but just embarrassed and disappointed.

And in your infinite ability to conflict resolve you ask him how.

How did he make it in time? How did he intercept your foolishness despite saying so clearly that the two of you needed to wash your hands of each other? And most importantly, why did he care?

“Are you serious?” he asks.

You don’t nod but your eyes this time are unwavering. He grimaces. There’s a moment where he decides whether or not it is a good idea for him to truly explain and you can see him ruminate, fingers flexing and straightening out as he does sometimes when he is nervous, and then he closes the distance between you, sliding down so that he’s seated next to you. Your shoulders brush together and he doesn’t move so you don’t either. 

Izuku looks straight ahead as he talks.

“My Quirk told me.”

You blink, then look at him. He turns his head to look at you and you say what he expects you to say.

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

He laughs humorlessly. 

“It doesn’t, but that’s what happened.”

You think hard, trying to figure out which one, and then it occurs to you.

“Danger Sense?” you ask. It’s silly - it’s a quirk that really only works for him and no one else, unless - 

“Were you patrolling?”

“I was asleep.”

Izuku’s posture now matches yours, his chin resting on the tops of his knees next to you. You can see the bags under his eyes on top of the quelled irritation, and you realize it’s true, he must have been asleep, deeply, and perhaps exhausted from life in the short span of weeks you’ve spent apart. 

It still doesn’t explain why his Quirk told him you were going to topple off a skyscraper, hoping that he would save you - that’s it, isn’t it? You had no intention of really…

You swallow hard as it clicks.

“... you felt it.”

“Yeah.”

A Quirk that detects malice towards the user. Anger. Bitterness directed at him before you even made it out of your own apartment.

You can hear what he asks without saying:

Were you trying to hurt me by hurting yourself? 

“I-I’m sorry,” you choke out.

And this time you cry again. He lets you cry alone for a few moments before pulling you against him and cradling your head against his shoulder. You feel him kiss the top of your head, his lips lingering as he takes in your scent, then sighs.

“We need so much help.”

We, not you. 

You cling to his shirt, and the two of you sit in each other’s company until morning, mourning something shared, but not yet sure what. 

#izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku imagine #thoughts: izuku #daydreams: bnha #bnha imagine #mimi's notes #cw angst #cw self-harm

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After reading the fic about the Mizo middle crew throwing cheese at baby michi it gave me this request idea okay so the Mizo middle crew buy these masks (I know five nights at Freddy didn’t exist back then but let’s pretend it does) of the animatronics in hopes to scare takemichi since takemichi is scared of them and they go hide in hopes to scare him and they hear foot steps and they jump up to scare him except it wasn’t takemichi who they scared it was baby michi and baby michi is just bawling their eyes out cause of the masks and the Mizo crew remove their mask and start saying “no no no it’s us your friends it’s just a mask see?” And cue the Mizo crew being chased by baji, chifuyu, smiley and peh and pah while being Draken, mitsuya and Hakkai are comforting the crying baby

As someone who actively remembers pre Fnaf, I know the bs that's perfect for this.

Do y'all remember the maze game?

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"Oh this is gonna be so good!" Makoto said excitedly as they put on the creepy Regan mask, the teens recently played an online game that had a jumpscare that made Takemichi scared of his own shadow.

So the rest of the Mizo mid gang decided it would be perfect to scare the crap out of him.

With the spare key in hand the teens went into the blonds house and hid in the hall closet, holding in their giggles as they waited.

Twenty minutes later the front door opened and the sound of footsteps in the livingroom but what they failed to hear was the multiple footsteps and voices as Toman was also there.

(Name) waddled down the hall to grab his new toy to show Mikey, the blond becoming (name)s favorite as the two could be equally childish.

The Mizo mid mistook the footsteps of little (name) for Takemichi and jumped out of the closet yelling, terrifying poor (name) who let out a blood curdling scream "MIMI!" he screamed out and ran back into the livingroom sobbing uncontrollably as Toman immediately got up and went to find out who terrified the tiny Hanagaki who was shaking and sobbing "who the hell?!" Baji yelled out as smiley cracked his neck "someone lookin' to die!"

Mizo mid felt their blood freeze as Baji, Mikey, Chifuyu, smiley along with Peh and Pah looked ready to bust their asses "SHIT---" Akkun yelled as the Mizo mid ran for their lives, knowing if they didn't they would get their asses handed to them.

"Shhh bud it's ok" Takemichi said to his baby brother while, Mitsuya, Hakkai and Draken fretted over the boy, the rest of Toman checking the house to make sure no one else was hiding.

It took an hour and a half to sooth (name) and even then he wouldn't go anywhere without someone, talking about the scary monster and bad to be put back on pull ups at night because Mizo mid truamatized the poor boy.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #toman x male reader #toman x reader #toman gang