It’s so addicting

i will definitely write for mark, his variants, rex, oliver, eve, and some more just request and see.

my work is strictly sfw, it may also be suggestive .

a snarky mouth tends to hurt other people’s feelings when you’re not considerate. mark didn’t mean to insult you, he was just trying to be helpful for once. his ways of being nice don’t have any bad intentions behind them, he just wanted to voice his opinion out loud.

“holy fuck, do you always have to be within atom to atom with me or are you just needy?” mark hissed as he tried to make distance between you two. the distance between you both felt like miles, evening leaving you a bruise as marks harsh words left you feeling mushy. ‘needy?’ that seemed like a strong word for the affection you’d give him, mark never seemed to have an issue with that before, if anything he seemed to enjoy your endless love and praises. maybe you shouldn’t take his words so seriously, he’s always like this whenever patrol was rough that night, but you can’t shake the thought, did mark truly believe you were needy? that’s what kept you distracted as he began to undress from his costume. yet mark didn’t even seem to notice your sudden shift in mood, how you weren’t smiling at him anymore as you made your way back upstairs, ‘silence, finally.’ was all that went on inside marks head, how he was able to relax after his very obnoxiously stressful day. he had no clue about how much he’d hurt you within a few minutes of arriving home.

mark didn’t understand why the room was so cold. usually things weren’t this bad, the room was usually so hot whenever he’d come home. mark even turned off the big fan he bought, that’s when he reviewed the reason as to why he’s freezing. blankets? covering his shivering body, your plushies? all in their usual spots, you? you weren’t next to him, no. mark paused for a long moment, his fingers snapping as he slowly began to realize. the shivers that went up his spine left a feeling of pain, usually you were the one to keep him warm at night, yet he pushed you away.

there was no chance you’d be far away from mark, he knew deep down. yet he wasn’t shocked when he found you laying down on the couch and watching garbage reality shows. he crossed his arms, watching with an angry look on his face, this is what you’d rather be doing instead of spending time with him? mark was offended, but he can’t entirely blame you, he wouldn’t want to be around someone like him either. he flew up in the air, floating right above you with his arms still crossed as you blink slowly, not noticing your boyfriend with his pouty expression. he cleared his throat, watching as you turned over lazily and look up to meet his face—“oh, hi.” was all you said, mark wasn’t having none of that. “oh hi yourself, where the fuck have you been?” he snarled, but there was no real danger in his voice, just mild annoyance. “i’ve been laying here for the past two hours?” you turned your face back to the TV, mark hated how unbothered you appeared, he huffed before an idea shot into his head.

“move, move.” was all mark said, you groaned and stayed in the same position, until a hard landing hit your stomach. “mark!” you yelled, as he snickered and forced his face into your neck, his arms immediately wrapping themselves around your figure, which happened to be trapped under all the blankets you had wrapped yourself in. he smirked and leaned his cold nose against your neck, you yelped and tried pushing him off, yet your efforts meant nothing against marks 200 pound weight of pure muscle and some fat. your protests had fallen deaf to marks ears, he breathed in the same air you let out, his smirk turning into a smile as he continued cuddling against your body. mark doesn’t do apologies, but he tends to make up for them by being his annoying self.

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“my personal heater isn’t leaving me.”

mark isn’t used to lingering touches or the feeling of security, you try to open his walls. he seems to be set and stone on trying to keep you away, mark just didn’t realize how much he hurt you in the process.

“i don’t understand the concept of how you feel the urge to be so close to my body as physically possible.” mark mumbled, his hands going up as he looked down at you. the sight of your body rubbing against his, mark couldn’t wrap the idea around his head that you were trying to show him love through affection. despite being on earth for a few months, there were many things he had to get used to as well, that included getting used to your physical presence. there are days that mark gets annoyed with you whenever he sees you begin making your way over towards him, trying to give him a welcome home hug and kiss. these traditions were never something you’d see on viltrum, you were placed with another strong viltrumite and made to breed. that’s what mark grew up on, yet his perspective was shifted to getting used to your lingering touches. “i don’t think it’s required you be on me all the time, loosen your grip along with your sad attempt at strangling me.” his words were unnecessarily harsh, using his hand he pushed your face away from his chest. the venom struck you like rocks, yet mark didn’t seem to realize how much he’d hurt you with simple words that would be used back on his planet.

mark was grew up with silence, the only time there was sound would be from the weak viltrumites who’d choke on their own blood. the time he spent on earth made him realize how loud this planet was, there wasn’t a such thing as quiet, unless he flew into space. for the first time since he arrived, everything was silent. no sound coming from your phone, your laughter was gone, and the noise you’d make from walking around your apartment was completely gone. mark realized how loud he was being, from every step he took to the way he’d breathed. you weren’t being your usual self, it was like you had been gone for weeks without telling him.

things were awkward, neither of you wanted to admit that out loud. sitting together, far away while you tried to focus on your laptop. you could feel mark staring at you from the desk, he wasn’t even trying to appear like he was reading a book, rather he made things obvious when he continued to look into your soul. “you seem less excited then usual.” it wasn’t a question, mark made a obvious statement as you nod in response, “tired is all, schools been a lot especially with finals.” he could tell you were lying, your heart spiked up along with your eyes darting everywhere on the screen—“why lie?” he questioned, head tilting to the side like an upset puppy. “i’m not lying, i’ve just been busy,” your words seemed weak against him. once mark had an idea set, you can never change his mind, but you loved how stubborn he was. “i miss your affection, if that’s the correct word in using.” marks voice was softer, like he was trying to appear less intimidating and aggressive, and more calm and tame.

his confession left you shocked, lifting your eyes from your laptop as you looked over at mark. his face appeared less angry, he didn’t seem so stotic and more sad. “if my words from a few days ago hurt you, i apologize deeply. i’m not used to your.. planets customs yet, as that’s not an excuse.” mark was trying, everything was still so new to him, yet he makes up for his mistakes by owning up to them. his eyes widened at your motion for him to fly over, and within seconds marks was by your side, shoving his face into your neck and breathing in your scent.

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“feelings, emotions and thoughts. i’ll work on these three.”

debbie had to force nolan to accept they no longer had a daughter anymore, now a son. this didn’t faze nolan as much, whatever his wife said was true and he’d listen. however, nolan would hold more higher expectations before when mark gets his powers. since he was now a viltrumite man, he would need to be just like his father in order to earn the title ‘pure viltrumite.’ mark, before his top surgery, trained day and night because if he wasn’t as strong as a viltrumite man, he was terrified his father would never view him as a man ever.

Tags: Gender neutral reader, age gap for both Conquest and Cecil to varying degrees, Viltrumite!Reader in Conquest’s, slight angat in Cecil’s, masochist Conquest is real to me, I am spreading my propaganda.

Thank you for being the first request ro christen this blog! I did Cecil and Conquest falling for a subordinate. This is my first time writing for them so I hope I did them justice!!! :D

Cecil Stedman

- As the newest suit in the Pentagon, answering directly to Cecil Stedman on matters of the Guardians of the Globe, and all forms of global catastrophe, it would be entirely ridiculous for feelings to bloom on this particular battlefield. While you weren’t considered young by the general populace, Cecil was older than you by more than a decade. That was problem number one. Problem number two was that he was steadfast (steadfast? stedman. ha, amusing) in his duties, and… somewhat repressed, you had come to notice. Nothing would come from this little crush that sprouted and took root in your chest, that was something you knew as simply as breathing. Still… That didn’t mean that you couldn’t be nice.

- Almost too nice. Whenever Cecil entered the room, you would offer him a smile and a nod for a greeting. Short, simple, and somewhat appreciated. If it wasn’t for your newness to the team, he may have found the behavior odd. As a boss, Cecil was not the most personable. Time passed, and your friendly nods of greeting didn’t stop, not even after those handful of times that he had to thoroughly reprimand you for some little nonsense you got up to. Leaving the coffee machine in in the breakroom, and, most embarrassing, that one time when you bricked your computer clicking on a strange link. “Earth needs you to be at your best, kid. No more stupid mistakes.” Maybe he was softer on you because of those little acknowledgements and the times you offered him an extra cup of coffee that you had “accidentally” made. For a while, he hardly noticed this special treatment, too caught up in his work to focus on how that too-young newest employee caught his attention. It wasn’t until a slow moment, with no world-ending disasters looming, did he realize that he sought you out in the sea of subordinates.

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Cutting Ties.

Shrinking Rae Angst

Word count: 253

Grieving!Rae

→ A/N: First Invincible piece, lmk if you’d like this done as an actual fic in more detail!

Credits to: @w0lfshark for helping with the idea of this and @uzmacchiato for the divider!

Masterlist

The Guardians decide to visit Rae after the funeral, to check in with her since she’s gone radio silent.

Grieving!Rae who avoids Rudy at the funeral, who can never bring herself to look into his eyes because all that looks back is the man who was supposed to help unpack her things- except he’s not a man. And he’s not her man.

Grieving!Rae who can’t help but think “So this is what he would’ve been like as a child..” when Rudy accidentally picks up some of his personality traits and mannerisms.

Grieving!Rae who automatically looks in Rex’s direction whenever a joke is told, or to whisper a remark to him only to catch herself halfway through when her eyes don’t line up where Rex’s should be…And she has to look downward to meet Rudy’s instead.

Grieving!Rae who has to leave the room and/or look away when she sees Rudy and Amanda holding hands.

Grieving!Rae who dreams of finally being with Rex again, going shopping as normal, being a normal non hero coupl-

…

Until he starts to shrink…

His skin pulling smoother…

His hands softer…

And just as quick as she let herself have this normal life, suddenly he’s not Rex.

He’s Rudy.

And he’s not with her, he’s with Monster Girl.

Grieving!Rae who has to cut ties with the Guardians because she can’t handle the memories of Rex when she looks at Rudy, because he simply just isn’t Rudy anymore. Not when he changes his name to Rex in honour of him.

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mark loves you in every dimension. every timeline. every universe.

but for sinister, you are nothing more than a ghost, haunting every corner of his mind.

you couldn’t understand when he started to change into this version of himself. you didn’t approve. you loved him – why would hurt you like this? why would he treat your world – your home – like an afterthought?

he was teetering on the edge of oblivion, and you were the tether that kept him upright in the light. until, one day, you were fighting. yelling. crying. you stormed out of the house, telling him not to follow as you slammed the car door shut and drove away. he never listened to anyone anymore, but he listened to you. so he stayed.

god, why did he stay?

it had only been twenty minutes. not even half an hour that you’d been gone. he was on the couch, trying to justify his darkening mindset by watching the fucked up reality that was the 24 hour news cycle. another war, another bombing, another human trafficking ring.

and then, a car crash. a semi that lost control of its breaking system. barreled straight through an intersection at a red light. the news painted it like a miracle that only one car was hit.

his stomach turned inside out.

no no no no no no.

he didn’t even open the door. blew through it like paper and cut through the sky with a sonic boom. he couldn’t think a single thought other than no. no no no.

but he knew the minute he reached that street. knew the minute he collapsed into the fires and gasoline. he was on his knees, curled over himself. the whine of sirens echoing in his ears drowned out the sound of his own cries.

please god don’t do this – please please please don’t take her – PLEASE i have never asked you for anything i just need a miracle, an angel—

his prayers were answered in the form of a uniformed medical personnel placing a hand to his shoulder, asking if he knew the victim. telling him you were in an ambulance. he couldn’t bring himself to sit in the back with you – as if it would be different if he just didn’t look. he sat in the passenger seat, every muscle in his body visibly shaking. his eyes tight as he starred out the windshield.

“[y/n], do you feel okay? are you okay?” he asked you.

you never answered, and he couldn’t handle the truth in the silence. he needed to hear your voice, needed to hear you telling him you were fine.

but it never came.

the driver flipped off their sirens before they’d even reached the hospital. mark’s nails dug so harshly into his palms they bled.

your face was covered with a white sheet when they wheeled you out at the ambulance bay. some faceless EMT tried to tell him not to think too much about it – that it was just procedure. he would’ve killed them at any other time for talking to him as if he were dumb. he knew this wasn’t procedure. he knew what this meant.

and yet, he wanted to believe them.

It felt like a lifetime, but was probably closer to an hour, when the doctors came out and told him. you had been with child.

suddenly all he could see when he closed his eyes was his child, crying inside your stomach.

mark reshaped the entire landscape of the planet in his grief, his teeth ripping out of his head as he screamed through every punch, every dive of his body through a mountainside, every ocean that boiled beneath his heat.

he lived his life with restless nights and haunted nightmares from that day forward. and he, along with humanity, never knew peace, or love, again.

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this first line is from the song 'I Can Feel a Hot One' by Manchester Orchestra