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ofstoriesandstardust · 11 months ago

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a red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground (n.p.t.)

note: this my contribution to valentine's day fics although i know it's a bit early for that. this series is forever and always for @cottagecori

warnings: poetically soft, brief reference to the waiting room series but can be read standalone, brief alcohol mentions

word count: 1.9k

“Isn’t it romantic how all my eulogies eulogize me?”

“What’s got you all in tizzy?” Payback says, sliding down on the couch across from her in the rec room.

She huffs for what her friends think is the millionth time, turning her helmet in her hands.

“I wanna get out of here.” She mutters, scuffing her boot on the ground.

“Why? You got some Valentine’s dinner date you’ve gotta run out to?” Hangman drawls, leaning against the back of the couch she’s seated on.

“Maybe. Why’s that any of your business?” She snaps, glaring down at her helmet.

Bradley huffs out a laugh. “Now, don’t tell me you’re nervous.”

She glares at him in return, causing the boy’s shoulders to shake even more with silent laughter.

She was nervous, but maybe not for the reason her friends think.

“You are nervous.” Bob clarifies in a soft voice, adjusting his glasses. She kicks at the ground some more and shrugs.

“I’ve never been with someone on Valentine’s Day.” She admits softly. “And I didn’t even think we were going to do anything because she’s so busy with school, but she insisted we have a romantic dinner at home, but she won’t give me any insight to what she has planned and now it looks like we’re going to be getting out of here late and I just-” She groans, scrubbing her hands over her face.

Hangman shifts off the couch behind her, leather squeaking as he does. “I think you’re overreacting.”

Her head snaps back to him, a glare already on her face. “Bagman-”

“She’s enamored with you.” He says, like how someone says the sky is blue and grass is green. “You can do no wrong.”

Later, if Mav asks, she’ll deny being the reason behind a shiny new bruise on Hangman’s forearm.

You fiddle with your earrings nervously as you glance at the clock.

Natasha had texted you that work was running late, which you honestly hadn’t minded, making the afternoon rush of getting out of class and changed and getting set up at her house less of a rush and more a fast-paced hustle. Still, now that you had somewhat set up for her return to the house, you were starting to second guess the plan you’d set in place.

What if Natasha didn’t like it? What if she thought it was silly or immature? What if she didn’t want to spend anymore Valentine’s with you?

You couldn’t really afford to go out to an expensive dinner but you’d been the one to want to celebrate in the first place anyways. Maybe Natasha would have preferred that to what you had planned?

You’d just wanted to spend time with her. You just wanted to show her how much you loved her for loving you, for sticking by you through all the shit of the last few months.

You knew it hadn’t been easy for her, ever since you’d found out about your relationship to Pete, but she’d taken it all in stride. You knew the sour turn your friendship with Bradley had taken had put a strain on her relationship with the mustached man, as much as she had tried to pretend like it hadn’t.

You-

You don’t get to finish that train of thought, startling as you hear Natasha in the entryway.

“Love?” She calls out, and you can hear her drop her keys in the dish by the front door.

“Kitchen.” You call back.

She appears a few moments later, hair falling over her shoulder.

You feel a bit breathless for a moment, taking in the woman in front of you.

Her hair is a bit darker than normal, signaling she must have showered after training for the day. Natasha very rarely let her down, always keeping it tied back or in a braid, so you could see the soft waves as it falls over her shoulder. The velvet-y, low cut, open-back black dress doesn't leave much to the imagination.

Natasha knows it’s one of your favorite dresses of hers, with easy access to draw patterns on her back in public and getting to undo the strings at the top of her shoulders at the end of the night.

“You look good.” You blurt out, eyes wide. You’re resisting the urge to reach out and touch her.

You’re still struck sometimes at how a woman like Natasha is with someone like you, that you get this girl all to yourself.

“So do you.” She says, a bit breathless as she pushes some hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry work ran late. I hope I didn’t cause too much upset to your plans.”

You shake your head jerkily as you swallow, giving her one last lookover as you attempt to get your brain back online. “Not at all.”

She lets out a little laugh at this, stepping a bit closer. “Well, will you tell me what we’re doing now, at least?”

You falter, glancing back at the fridge. “Well, I- now that you’re here it feels a little stupid.”

She lets out another laugh, stepping even closer to you. You can feel her body warmth as she almost touches you, but not quite. “Stupid? If you planned it, I doubt it could be stupid.”

You must make some kind of look on your face because she frowns. “Don’t make that face-”

You sigh, clasping your hands together. “Well, okay- I- growing up we didn’t really celebrate Valentine’s Day, but when we could afford it my Mom would always get heart-shaped pizza from somewhere. And I found this recipe online, to make your own mini heart-shaped pizzas, and I thought it could be a fun activity for the two of us to do together- but it’s stupid isn’t it?” You groan, face falling into your hands. “I should’ve just tried to cook something, this is so dumb-”

“It’s not dumb. I don’t think it’s dumb.” Natasha says at an alarmingly fast rate.

“You don’t?” You ask, words still muffled by your hands. You can feel the heat in your cheeks, the embarrassment prickling at you.

Natasha gently takes your hands away from your face. “Not at all. Put on some music, open that bottle of wine from Napa I’ve been saving, and pull out those chocolate strawberries I made for you last night from the fridge, and we’ve got ourselves a lovely little date.”

“You… you made those for me?” You blink up at your girlfriend. Your pretty girlfriend.

Truthfully, you’d seen the strawberries in the fridge when you’d been putting the perishables from your grocery run in there, but you hadn’t thought they’d been for you.

“Well, I’d had to contribute something here, didn’t I?” She says with a full laugh this time.

You shrug. “Spending time with you is enough for me-”

She cuts you off, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You sigh into it, pulling your girlfriend closer.

“You’re so cute.” She mutters, beaming at you after you pull away. You blush, practically preening in Natasha’s grip at the compliment. “And I love you, very much.”

A few hours and a couple glasses of the good wine later find you laying on a checkered blanket on Natasha’s living room floor, soft candles lit in the room as the playlist you had made for her plays softly in the background.

The mini heart-shaped pizzas had been a hit and the remnants of the chocolate covered strawberries are scattered around on plates. Your feet are tucked up into Natasha’s lap, her thumb brushing over your ankle as the two of you just talk.

It feels good to be with her like this. It had been exactly what you’d wanted.

Natasha makes you feel warm, safe. Like you can just be a little kid again. Like you can laugh with her for the rest of your life.

“Can I ask you something?” She whispers softly.

“Anything.” You respond.

You’d tell her anything she wanted to know. You’d bare your soul to the girl you loved.

“Would you ever want to move in with me? Like here?” She asks, a soft smile playing on her face.

You push yourself up a little, trying to prop yourself up more. You’re a bit breathless as you stare at her, mind whirring.

“Natasha Trace, are you asking me to move in with you?”

Her smile turns a bit lopsided, the only tell of her nerves in her eyes as she looks away from you with a shrug. “I guess it depends on your answer.”

You swallow, unsure of what to say to her.

Sure, you’d spent a few nights (more than a few nights) at her place and she’s spent an equal amount of time at yours.

But- you’d be living at Sam’s family house almost as long as you’d been back in San Diego. It’d been safe in a lot of ways, especially when Sam and Fran had been back in town and living there too.

Living with them had never felt like a third-wheel, but just friends hanging out.

It was safe, in so many ways.

And if you moved out, and in with Natasha, you put that safety at risk. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to go backwards.

But-

Damn it, you loved Natasha. You loved waking up next to her in the mornings and tracing the lines in back, running your fingertips over that one mole that you knew made her squirm. You loved getting to make breakfast with her and have her bring you coffee just the way you liked it while still in bed. You loved getting to spend your days with her, running errands and cooking and everything in between. You loved getting to be tucked into her at night, to be held, to be loved.

The thought that you could have all of that, all of that laughter and love with Natasha, all the time, whenever you wanted it, was almost too much for your heart to bear. It felt like the realization of something that had felt so out of reach for you.

You could have all of it.

You almost want to laugh, with how giddy the idea makes you but you didn’t want to make Natasha think you’d found the idea of living with her silly.

“Tell you what.” You say, pushing yourself up into a seated position. Natasha lets your ankle go willing, but she isn't without your touch for long as you scooch across the blanket, knees knocking against hers as you crowd her space. “I think that if I move right now, I’ll lose my mind.”

Natasha nods, eyes shiny with hope as you talk. You know that she understands the truth in them, that moving your whole life at the height of the semester would very well be your undoing.

“But,” You say, a bit breathless again, trying to slow yourself down to get all the words out. “I would love to live with you. Live with you here.”

“Yeah?” She says, her smile growing.

You nod. “How about this? Let me get through this semester, and this summer, when things slow down a bit and I’m not in as many credits-” Natasha makes a noise in the back of her throat at the mention that you’d never really be free of grad school until you finished next year. “-I will be all yours.”

You don’t think you’ll ever really tire of the way Natasha’s eyes light up. You don’t know how anyone could.

#natasha phoenix trace #natasha phoenix trace x reader #natasha phoenix trace fic #top gun: maverick #top gun: maverick fic #the waiting room series

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whenanafallsinlove · 4 months ago

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HI AGAIN LOVE 😁💌💌 could i get 🪩 with shoto todoroki please? thanks thanks 💕💕💕

HIII, i'll get on your other request soon babe! hope you like this, ly ly! <3

🪩"JUST LIKE A FOLK SONG" - send a character, and I'll make a moodboard with the folklore song you + them give me vibes of!

"A RED ROSE GREW UP OUT OF ICE FROZEN GROUND"

the lakes - shoto todoroki x reader

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backthenatfifteen · 3 months ago

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This is a really difficult post but this is my honest account of attending the eras tour…

I ended up with VIP general admission standing tickets to Wembley for the 17th. I was completely torn whether to queue up or turn up late and go to the back. When I loaded the ticketmaster site, I was 50 in the queue to get in. I got in, it kicked me out and I rejoined the queue as the 50,000th person. I cried. I only had the option of VIP standing at this point.

In the end I decided to queue up from 12.30. The queuing outside was well managed but when we got in it all went a bit pear shaped. People were pushing in on the grounds that they needed to be with their friends. Half the time this was legit, the other half it wasn’t. I started out row 5 from the front and ended up row 10. I wanted to cry before it had started. The Wembley staff really did nothing to prevent this and you could sense the tension on the floor. I held back tears.

The stage is absolutely huge. You can’t comprehend how big the stage is until you get there. When Taylor was at the far end she was a speck. I could only see the far end of the stage when I went onto my toes. I did this for an hour until my calves were screaming at me. Stood normally I couldn’t see the stage and I could only see the top of the screen. I’m 5’’5 so average height. There was inevitably no room to dance but I wasn’t surprised at this. I was just surprised I couldn’t see anything at all. I kept having to ask my 6’’2 husband where Taylor was on stage 😭😭 maybe I’m naive as hell.

When Taylor did come to the T zone, everyone’s phones went straight in the air, completely blocking my view. I completely understand people want photos. I got some photos. But people don’t need 50 photos at the expense of everyone else’s experience. You need 1-2. I swear mobiles will be the death of our generation.

“A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground, with no one around to tweet it”.

Taylor did look at me through the sea of phones. I don’t know if I’m being crazy but I’m a massively empathetic person and when she looked in our direction I felt like she was scared of us. And I completely get it if that were the case because everytime she came down our end, the phones went up like robotic arms. I was scared of us, too.

I’ve spent the last 24 hours mourning and thinking “could’ve, would’ve, should’ve”. But I got the experience I was given. It didn’t occur to me to buy multiple tickets for multiple dates. It’s just not how my mind works but boy do I regret it. I bought one for me and one for my husband. I wish I had gone at the back and danced my little socks off. I’ve been trying to get a press pass for tonight but I’ve left it too late. I can’t afford resale tickets.

I watched 95% of the eras tour through the back of other peoples phones. You will look at those photos they and others have taken and think “wow, what an amazing view”. They were holding their phones 2 feet above their heads. Their phone may have had an amazing view, but they did not.

I love Taylor and I know she loves her fans. I don’t want her to feel bad. I just wanted to be honest.

Note to add: there are no channels to complain to. I’ve messaged ticketmaster and got cut off. I’ve messaged Taylor nation and got silence. I paid £250 per ticket.

#swifties #taylorswift #the eras tour #taylornation #taylor swift

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taylor-swift-bracket · 5 months ago

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Battle of the Bridges!

hoax

You know I left a part of me back in New York

You knew the hero died so what's the movie for?

You knew it still hurts underneath my scars

From when they pulled me apart

You knew the password so I let you in the door

You knew you won so what's the point of keeping score?

You knew it still hurts underneath my scars

From when they pulled me apart

But what you did was just as dark

(Ah, ah, ah)

Darling, this was just as hard

As when they pulled me apart

the lakes

I want auroras and sad prose

I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet

'Cause I haven't moved in years

And I want you right here

A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground

With no one around to tweet it

While I bathe in cliffside pools

With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief

🌁Please reblog!🌁

#taylor swift #taylor swift poll #poll #my polls #swifties #folklore #hoax #the lakes

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taylortruther · 1 year ago

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Oooh can you elaborate on the lakes following hoax and how it helps you understand the song?

just like... there is so much deep, dark sadness in hoax: from the business side of the things, from her relationship, from things going on in her life in general (friendships ending and the world just being an awful place for her.) plus, we assume, her partner also dealing with his own stuff. on its own, it was kind of a dark note to end the album on because she seemed to be saying: these things are killing and hurting me, even my love has hurt me, but i'm resigned to it.

and in the lakes, she's expanding on this idea. my take is that she's explaining that the sadness is a part of her, part of her life, part of her relationship. there is depression and struggle. but she didn't seek to run away from her problems, she sought a refuge where she could find a way to live with it (a red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground ... and i bathe in cliffside pools with my calamitous love and insurmountable grief.)

the sadness is still there, but the lakes is less about resignation and more about the hope of finding a way to carry on.

#hoax #the lakes #like... i think taylor is trying to describe this thread of sadness/loneliness that is intrinsic to her and her life #and i think joe's own struggles and their unique relationship struggles contributed to it #but in relationships we pick the things we want to endure and she was picking this unique kind of sadness

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9w1ft · 2 years ago

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welcome to new york // “how'd we end up on the floor, anyway?" you say “your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how" // rosé flowing with your chosen family // girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby // and i chose you // i hope i never lose you // that’s the kind of heartbreak time could never mend // the lights are so bright but they never blind me // the fast times the bright lights // im lost in the lights // we were shaking blind and hazy // american glory faded before me // somewhere in the haze got the sense i’d been betrayed // they whisper in the hallway she’s a bad bad girl // and it took you five whole minutes to pack us up and leave me with it holdin' all this love out here in the hall // i couldn’t turn things around (you never turned things around) // you were standing hollow eyed in the hallway carnations you had thought were roses that’s us // running through rose thorns i saw the scoreboard and ran for my life // i lost you the one i was dancing with in new york, no shoes, looked up at the sky and it was maroon // there’s nothing like this, miss americana and the heartbreak prince // i packed my bags left cornelia street before you even knew i was gone // maybe i stormed out of every single room in this town // my winless fight this has frozen my ground // soldier down on that icy ground looked up at me with honor and truth // it’s like i’m wasting your honor // broken and blue so i called off the troops, that was the night i nearly lost you

i awake with your memory over me that’s a real fucking legacy to leave // i woke up just in time now i wake up by your side // there’s no morning glory in this war it wasn’t fair // then you called showed your hand turned around before i hit the tunnel sat on the roof you and i, i hope i never lose you // hold on to the memories they will hold onto you and i will hold on to you // and now the storm is coming // windows boarded up after the storm // i look through the windows of this love even though we boarded them up // i thought the plane was going down how’d you turn it right around // my baby’s fly like a jet stream // this love is worth the fight // it’s a war it’s the goddamn fight of my life // and i know this is a fight that some day we’re gonna win // we never painted by the numbers // we’re so sad we paint the town blue // you paint dreamscapes // were you standing in the hallway with a big cake happy birthday did i paint your blues skies the darkest grey // grey november // hey december // don’t want no other shade of blue but you // my hearts been borrowed and yours has been blue, alls well that ends well to end up with you // family that i chose // barefoot in the wildest winter // a red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground // im setting off but not without my muse, no not without you // candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor, you and me from the night before, don’t read the last page but i stay when you’re lost and i’m scared and you’re turning away i want your midnights but i’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year’s day

#**new and improved with typo fixes and new things #it paints a picture #it paints a SINGULARLY COMPLEX picture #kaylor #i feel like this is 45% of all the related lyrics 😆#like there are a bunch of songs i didnt think through that i assume have stuff #but i tried to focus on one story arc

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fluffymcu · 2 years ago

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Request made by @the-ice-frozen-ground-red-rose I was having difficulties figuring out how to write this so I changed a few things hope you don’t mind. I also don’t know how to write the soulmates trope since I don’t really believe in it, but I tried my best 🥲

Warning: this is a lil spicy, another warning, this is pretty bad💀 I’m horrible at writing spicy stuff and I’m not used to writing such a detailed story like this lol

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You were a 21 year old scientist at Pym Technologies, working closely with Hank Pym on a project about the quantum realm. Over the years, you grew closer to the Pym and Van Dyne family, and that eventually grew into the Lang family. At 25 years old, on a mission to save Janet, you were able to safely enter the quantum realm. But after a war trying to get home, with an unknown villain at the time, you were captured by the enemy. This story takes place right after these events.

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You’re curled up on the floor, with your knees to your chest, thinking about the events that just unfolded. You were stuck now. Stuck in the quantum realm destined to a fate that Janet had lived for 30 years. You were so close to getting home, and seeing the Pym and Van Dyne family get reunited. But now, all hope is gone. You’re captured by an enemy you don’t even know.

But Janet knew.

“I can’t believe this.” Janet mumbled. She had her face in her hands and shook her head hopelessly.

You teared up at the sight. “I’m so sorry. I feel like this is all my fault. We were so close to getting home. We were right there. I’m so sorry.” You said, looking at Janet in the cell across from you.

“This is not your fault, y/n. None of it. You tried to get me out. And I thank you for that.” She smiled faintly, but flinched at a sound coming from afar. “But let’s not talk about that right now. Y/n listen; this…this man…he thinks he’s a god. He’s a monster, he’ll get in your head and he’ll manipulate you! You cannot trust him! He-“

“I wouldn’t trust her…” a soft spoken voice came from the shadows, startling the both of you. Heavy footsteps filled the room. A tall, muscular man came out of the shadows, revealing an intriguing and intricate suit. “Me however…. I’m not one to lie,” The man stopped right in the middle of the hallway, blocking your view of Janet. He turned to you, his blue mask dissipating. “Especially to you.”

You were taken aback at how handsome the man was, but that wasn’t the point right now. Right now you were freaked out about the whole ‘kidnapped right before being able to get home’ thing.

BUT….at the same time he was very handsome ANYWAY-

“What does that mean?” You furrowed your eyebrows at that. “Especially to you”? You didn’t know the man.

“Janet however,” he starts, avoiding the question and turning to face her. “She has a way of… shifting the blame. Don’t you?” He slightly smiled at her, but his eyes were filled with rage. In his mind, Janet was the reason they won’t be able to stop what’s coming. He won’t be able to escape this hell and win the battle that will so inevitably come.

Janet was frozen, truly speechless. This was when you started suspecting that they had some history.

“Look,” you started. “We don’t want trouble. We just want to get home.” You bargained, hugging yourself. You couldn’t stop looking at the man. He was so handsome and there was something about him that attracted you so much to him. “Green and purple…” you chuckle, him turning to face you. “Those are my favorite colors.”

For a second, his stone cold stare softens, and he slightly smirks. “I know.”

You blushed at that, looking down at your feet and holding your hands behind your back. You couldn’t explain the feeling you felt for him. You didn’t even know his name! It felt so weird, you’ve never dated; too busy at the lab, not enough time and whatnot, but for once in your life, you had time…

“So you two have history?” You pointed at Janet and the man. Janet was looking at everything but you. “You guys, like… dated or something?” You asked, your tone very protective all of a sudden. “Which I mean, that’s totally cool if you did, I’m just-“ the man smirked at your awkwardness, making your face heat up. “I’m just asking! It- you know what? That’s… none of my business actually, so. Yeah I’m just gonna shut up.” You sighed loudly, crossing your arms, “subtly” making your breasts look bigger, making kang’s smirk grow. He didn’t hide the fact that he was looking either. What could he say, you were sexy in every universe.

“Yes, we have history,” he started. You couldn’t help but falter at that. “But not the kind you think.” He assured, smiling at your sense of relief. He turned to Janet and his gaze hardened once again. “More like, unfinished business.” He sighed. “You see, Janet wants to get out of here.” He turns to you. “And I… need… to get out of here.”

“You must have been here a while, like Janet. I can’t imagine what that must’ve felt like.” You leaned against the wall looking nonchalant. “If only you had a… a special partner to help you pass the time-ahem!” You coughed, covering your mouth and looking the other way. Kang had to find the strength not to laugh at him picking up what you were puttin’ down.

“Well, you know, I managed but… there were times when I’d wish I had a certain someone there with me…” he sighed, turning briefly to Janet. “Anyway,” he started, pacing slowly around the room. “Your friends are likely to come for you both, I reckon very soon…” he smirked. “And I need something from them to help me get my ticket out of here.”

“Why do you need to get out of here now?” You asked. This place didn’t seem so bad, and after 30 years, you’d have gotten used to the place by now.

“I need to stop what’s coming.”

“What’s coming?”

“…..Me.” His smile faded. “A lot of me.”

You shrugged. “I mean, don’t see what’s wrong with that,” you mumbled to yourself but saw his smirk grow. “Heh… but that’s just me.” You smiled awkwardly and internally face palmed at that. I’m really ruining my chance with this man. You thought.

“I wish there wasn’t anything wrong with that,” he mumbled, sadness in his eyes. “But unfortunately, life isn’t so merciful.” He stared into the abyss for a second before snapping out of it and clasping his hands. “So. If you want to stop what coming… and trust me… you do…” he turns to Janet. “You’ll convince your friends to get me what I need.” And with that, he left the room.

You felt like you were at a cliff hanger there. He just..left? And he didn’t even acknowledge you after he talked to Janet?

You slid back down the wall and rested your hands on your knees. “I thought we had something.” You mumbled, clearly a bit confused. This caught Janet’s ear.

“Wait. Y/n… you don’t feel anything for him… right?” She looked at you cautiously. You looked away at the wall for a few moments before shrugging. “No… No y/n you can’t! He’s a liar! He- he- he’s not to be trusted, I told you! You… you cant!” She didn’t know what to say. Right now she was just shocked that you would be considering liking that monster. “How could you like him?!”

“Don’t ask me that!” You snapped. Janet stopped, taken aback. “You call him a monster, a manipulator, a liar, but I didn’t see any of that! I know you spent 30 years down here, and I’m not doubting your judgement but…”

“…But you are…” she gasped, staring at you. “You don’t believe me.”

You sighed, furrowing your brows. “It’s not that I don’t believe you Janet, I just… I’m feeling things. Things I haven’t felt. For anyone. I’m just curious is all. And if he really was such a monster, I don’t see why he would’ve kept you alive all these years- I’m just saying… there may be more sides to him. Everybody has a story.” You mumbles the last part, turning away from Janet and laying on the floor, trying to fall asleep.

Janet was shocked, shaking her head at your inexperience as she settled on the floor, closing her eyes to enter a dreamless sleep.

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You were a light sleeper, so you regained consciousness when you heard the wall of your cell dissipate. You instantly felt another person in the room with you so you opened your eyes to see the tall man towering over you. You quickly sat up, confused as to why he was letting you out of your cell. “What’s going on?” You stood up and hugged yourself, feeling a bit insecure now.

The man only stares at you for a few moments, taking in your beauty before speaking. “You know, I find it so…. poetic almost…. how time always brings you to me… in every universe.” He spoke softly, careful not to wake Janet up.

You stood there, processing what he said. “Brings… me? To you?” You pointed at yourself. Kang reached a hand out for you to take.

“I’d like to show you something.” He says, holding his hand out. You should be scared, Janet’s words of caution run through your mind. You should heed them, yet, you don’t. You’re not afraid of the man. You actually trust him. And he hasn’t even given you his name.

Without another thought, you take his hand, and he leads you out of the jail, into what looked like his personal bedroom. Admiring the detail of the palace, you smile slightly at what you’re seeing. “It’s a nice place you got here.” You say awkwardly.

Kang fully smiles at you for the first time, making you smile back. He’s even more handsome when he smiles, god.

“It serves its purpose.” He shrugs, taking this moment to look you up and down, subtly biting his lips. You almost shrink yourself in, blushing under his gaze, feeling nervous almost insecure. But you knew you looked good. And so did he.

“You… wanted to show me something?” You clear your throat, rubbing your hands together.

Kang quickly nods and with a flick of his hand, images out of thin air are shown, not just any images; pictures of you. With him. The pictures were 1, then 2, then 10, then 100 and then thousands of pictures of the both of you flashed in a matter of seconds, each one a different universe…and you were both together. Lovers. In every universe.

You pointed at the screen. “This…… we….. we’re together… in all of these universes?” You whispered, lost in your thoughts. Kang sat on the armrest of the chair, smiling sadly at all the pictures and nodding his head.

“Every single one. We are what’s called an absolute point in time.” He smirks, looking at the last picture shown of him kissing a pregnant you’s belly. You raise your eyebrows at that.

“We have kids…” you laugh softly, feeling butterflies in your stomach. How could a man like the picture be a monster?

“We do.” Kang gets up and walks slowly to you, taking your hand in his and the other hand on your cheek. “It was only a matter of time before time itself brought you to me.”

“So you knew. You knew we were meant to be together and you knew that I was coming here… that’s why you were ready when I came to save Janet.” You said, piecing the puzzle together. He nods and looked into your eyes lovingly.

“I’m just glad I have you now.” He sighed, looking at your lips.

You couldn’t deny it now. This was your destiny. An absolute point in time, there was no escaping it, and not that you wanted to anyway. You smiled and held his face in your hands.

“You have me.”

He softly kissed you and you quickly returned the kiss, melting into him like you’ve done this a million times. (And technically you have!) Kang slowly picks you up by your thighs and leans you against the wall as he kisses you. You’re lost in this bliss now and you no longer believe Janet’s claims of this man being a monster. If he’s capable of loving you like this, there’s no way.

You’re in paradise right now with him pressing his hips against yours, and squeezing your thighs. “I’ve been waiting so long for you.” Kang mumbles in between kisses, kissing you down your neck, hitting your sweet spot. You lay your head back and moan at the sensation, your hand on the back of his neck.

“Then don’t keep yourself waiting.” You teased, gasping as he kisses your sweet spot again.

Kang then walks you over to his bed and gently lowers you down. You smirk and look him up and down. “So uh… does the suit come off? Cause it’s the middle of the night and you don’t have pajamas on.”

With a smirk, kang opens his arms and the suit quickly disappears into metal rings that came out of the floor, leaving him in his under garments. It was then that you saw how truly muscular and how in shape he was. “Damn.” Was all you could say. “I get this in every universe?!” You chuckled breathlessly, gladly returning the kiss and he climbed on top of you. He takes his time, grinding his hips with yours, relishing in the sound of your moans. You’re his now, and with you by his side, he knows he’s unstoppable now.

———

“Oh my god…” you pant, blanket covering your body. “That was….” You look at him with a surprised expression. “Let’s just say I’m glad I’m stuck with you as my soulmate.” You giggle at his smile. “I mean like… you had to have practice down here. You can really have spent 30 years without-“ you pause when he shakes his head. “Really!?!” You gasp. “You waited for me?” Your voice softened.

“Of course. I can’t imagine being with anyone but you, y/n. You’re my heart’s desire.” He said, looking into your soul. Your eyes teared up and you turned your body to face him. You never had someone care for you like this. Ever. It was an honor.

You scooted closer to him and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer. You ran your thumb over his scars as you looked into his eyes. “I love you and I don’t even know your name.” You whispered breathlessly.

He smiled at how you love him so quickly, so easily, and how you’re already submissive to him. He knows now that you’re with him no matter what. You’re his.

“Kang.” He kisses you softly. “But you can call me Nathaniel.”

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Omg bruh I hate this so much I’m such a crusty writer 😭😭lolll but i did my best I wanna write a second part depending how this one does but it would kinda just be Janet’s reaction to you sleeping with Kang and then maybe Scott and the gang show up and try to go home but then you might not want to go home anymore… you found your soulmate so… 🤷🏽‍♀️ idk SHOULD I? WRITE A SECOND PART?!

#avengers #marvel #marvel mcu #kang the conqueror #kang x reader #jonathan majors

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