#and i love that for peach it didn't matter. she saw that he had the determination and the drive and wasn't going to give up

[chloecherrysip]

Mario's (nearly) successful training run

[joelslegalwhre]

Softy on the inside

Even if i’m “just reposting” this for the new main… again, thanks sm for your request @f1-hoff 🤎

paring⁀➷ dad!august walker x (fem!)mom!reader

word count ⁀➷ 1.1k

summary ⁀➷ up in the ask

warnings ⁀➷ soft!august (for his family only), swearing, kinda questionable morals, kissing, fluff

a/n ⁀➷ (tell me if I missed a warning pls!) soft!august but only for his family?? yes pleasee! Thanks for the request love!

You knew who August Walker was, better than anyone. What he had in mind. And yet, you couldn't feel anything but love for him.

You didn't support his actions, and he was well aware of it. But you knew that you couldn't stop him if he wanted something. You were just like him when it came to being stubborn.

August may have had some very questionable morals and worldviews, but when he was with you, nothing of that mattered. He was the most loving, caring and respectful man you have ever met.

The moment he laid his eyes on you, August knew you were his one in a million, his future wife and the mother of his children.

And now, almost four years later, that's exactly what you were. His wife, the love of his life, and the mother of his son.

Your phone rang in your pocket, and you fished it out of your jeans. „Hi Walker." you teased him, using his, your, last name. A game you loved to play. „Hey, Y/N.” he teased you back using your full name.

"Dad, dadda!" your son excitedly babbled, seated on your hip.

He could sense his daddy from a mile.

You giggled and nudged his nose with yours.

„Hey mister." August grinned at the other end of the phone. The two have had a special bond ever since they first looked at each other the day your baby was born. That day, in the small hospital room with just the three of you, August's eyes changed. Into the ones of a father, one that would do anything, literally anything, to keep his family safe.

Changing to a more serious tone, you asked,

„ls everything okay?".

"I'm good, baby. Uhm, I just forgot the other phone at home.." his voice lowered at the last part of his sentence. „Could you maybe bring it? Just if that's fitting for you, I don't wanna boss you around, peaches."

„Don't worry, where are you right now?" you asked while looking for the phone.

Finding it laying on the dresser, just as he described, you put it in your pocket.

„I'll send you the address. I love you, peaches." August softly said.

„I love you." you returned with a smile.

"Let's bring Daddy his phone, shall we?" you smiled at the little man on your arm. He smiled up at you, his eyes - which looked just like your own - shining with joy. You chuckled and kissed his hairline.

August was heading for the safe house in London and you knew he needed the phone, he wouldn't have called you if it wasn't truly important. And you knew it was safe, August would never risk having you, nor your child, in danger.

You were just going to combine this with a visit to the playground, a win-win situation, since August would have his phone and you could go on a swing with your little man and maybe even wear him out, so he'd be fast asleep for his nap time.

The address August sent you wasn't far away. Pushing the stroller in front of you, you had a glance at your phone from time to time, just to make sure you were walking in the right direction. „Dada!" your eyes followed the direction of the little hand pointing at his daddy. August must've heard it, because he did the same. A smile crept up his face as he saw the two of you, and you waved a hand as you returned his smile.

He was still standing a few meters away from you when you stopped. There was no need to get any closer to the group he was standing with.

The name to which August reacted seemed to draw the attention of his bystanders. A woman turned around to look at you, and you gave her a small smile, which she returned.

„Who's that?" One of them asked as he watched the interaction between you and your husband. „None of your business, Hunt." August spat out with a look that could kill, clearly showing that he couldn't stand the man in front of him one bit.

He made his way to you with heavy steps, anyone else would run if a man his size came towards them like he did, but his gaze softened with every step he took until he finally stood in front of you.

„Hi handsome." you smiled up at him as you handed August his phone.

„Hey peaches," he put it in his suit pocket, kissing your cheek, „Thank you.".

„Be careful please." Your smile was now replaced with worry. August nodded, and a smile crept up at the corner of his lips, his large hand at your chin tilting your head slightly up to look at him „I promise." he said in a low voice.

August kissed the top of your nose, and you closed your eyes at his loving gesture, while the group he left behind couldn't believe their eyes at August Walker's sudden change. It was as if he was someone else. Instead of the cold and often rude behaviour, he seemed loving and protective.

August bent down to your son, who was still in his stroller, looking up at his parents. „Hey little man," August grinned at him, „Take care of mommy until I'm back, alright?"

With bright eyes, your mini me shook his head yes and babbled some incomprehensible words at his dad. August tousled through his dark hair with a smile.

"Don't go anywhere until I'm back." he looked back at you with a hint of concern in his eyes. He tried to hide it, but you could see right through it. „Promise" you smiled. August bent down a little to connect your lips with his. Your eyes shut close, savoring the moment and the scent radiating from him.

His lips were soft, and you quickly opened yours for him. August didn't waste another second and deepened the kiss, cupping your face with his strong hands. Yours were already wrapped around his neck, lightly tugging at his hair. A soft moan escaped your lips as he gently bit your lip. August planted one more kiss on your lips before his hands wandered down to your hips, pulling you even closer.

„I love you, peaches." he whispered. „I love you too." Your arms wrapped around his torso, your head nuzzling into his muscular chest. August's hands wandered up your back, and he just held you close for some time.

„Now, aren't you going to introduce us to your lady and the little Walker?" Hunt asked him once August returned to them.

„No." was all he coldly said, the August they all knew being back.

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[neighborlystudios]

・﹒・ i'm just a warp pipe away [2]

Summary: You were a human who ended up going to the Mushroom Kingdom through a warp pipe and discovered that falling in love is possible, just not with who you think

Warnings: None

Pairing: Movie!DK x human!GN!reader

Parts: 1 | 3

▶ The kingdom was beautiful, to say the least, as you exited the castle. The Mushroom Kingdom was unlike anything you've ever seen but Kong Kingdom was one with nature

▶ Then he brought you to what looked like a go-kart but extremely modded and custom, something that never could exist in your world

▶ The kart was big, it needed to fit DK, but it was stunning. Blue and orange stripes and it had one of those side-cars you've seen with motorcycles

▶ "I originally had this added so Diddy Kong could ride with me…you don't know who he is that's right…well it doesn't matter!" He didn't show Diddy Kong the side-car yet so he wanted you to test it out first

▶ Getting in, he made sure you were in snuggly and safe before getting in himself 

▶ Then he went at a moderate speed as he took through the kingdom, the sight of the village below took your breath away, noting how they are all huts above water with wooden paths

▶ You slightly stood up and gripped the front of the car as you watched the citizens live their daily life

▶ "You like it?" He had a smug face as you looked back at him, seeing as his expression softened

▶ "It's so beautiful….you must love nature huh?"

▶ DK claimed he never particularly care for nature as its his way of life, but you could tell he didn't like urbanism as he went on to gush about how much he loved his home

▶ Sure, it could be the fact that he's very prideful about his origins, but you suspect that he had a passion for the environment around him

▶As you rode into the village, you could see all the monkeys staring at you, waving and saying hello to DK in the process. They definitely were curious about you, another human from the Mushroom Kingdom

▶ DK said that Peach has visited a few times to establish ties and keep the two kingdoms in good spirits, but she wasn't seen by many

▶ After going through the kingdom, he veered off onto an unbeaten path before parking and getting out

▶ "Come on, I wanna show you something" he held his hand out as you stepped out and grasped it

▶ But you didn't let go- or rather he didn't want to you and gripped on tight as he hauled you into his arms, causing your face to feel extremely hot and eyes wide

▶ He said that since there aren't humans that ever use this path, its not fit for you and he doesn't want you to be in any danger

▶ With one arm, he held you, and the other he trekked on using it for support

▶ His fur was surprisingly soft, despite the heat- or because of the heat making you tired- you couldn't help but snuggle into him

▶ You didn't know when you fell asleep, but you woke up by DK shaking you and telling you to open your eyes

▶ So you did, and what you saw was even more beautiful than the kingdom himself

▶ It was sunset, on a cliff looking over at the ocean below. You were in a clearing of the trees and there were some yellow flowers around in bunches

▶ "This is absolutely gorgeous…"

▶ "Yeah, you are"

▶ "What?"

▶ He stumbled over his words and stuttering, claiming he said that IT was gorgeous and not you, but you heard what he said first

▶ You smiled as you stared into the horizon, wishing you had your phone or some sort of camera to capture the view

▶ You felt DK stand beside you, looking at you instead of what's ahead, but you were too focused on the beauty of this world. Where you came from had its pretty places, but nothing could beat all you've seen since coming here

[sailor-aviator]

In Spite of the Way Teaser

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader

“To know how it ends And still begin to sing it again As if it might turn out this time”

Summary: Bob was a poor boy with a gift to give. He saw the way the world could be in spite of the way that it was. The world is out of tune with the seasons being more and more unpredictable as time passes, but he has a plan to write a song to fix what's wrong. But when his lover is taken from him down into the pits of Hadestown, will Bob be able to bring her back? Or will his song fall on deaf ears? (Hadestown!AU)

CW: Abandonment, Death, Trauma, Loss of a Loved One, Greek Mythology, Fluff, Angst, Romance, Eventual Smut, Angsty Ending. Think that about covers it. Chapters will have individual warnings.

A/N: Here's the teaser for the Hadestown!AU featuring the one and only Bob Floyd! I'm so excited for this series, and cannot wait to share it with you all! Just like with other teasers, the scene material and subject matters may change as I actually get around to writing the story. As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are encouraged and appreciated! 18+ ONLY!! Find me on AO3 under sailor_aviator where I will be updating my fics as well!

Masterlist || Robert "Bob" Floyd Tag List

"Bradley!" Bob cried, making his way towards the messenger god. Bradley leaned against the wall of the saloon, a bored expression on his face until he caught sight of the bespectacled young man.

"Hey! The big artiste!" The god grinned widely. "Aren't you working on your song?"

Bob frowned up at him, looking around the street. "Where's Peach?"

"What do you care?" Bradley snorted, fixing him with a look. "You'll find another muse somewhere."

Bob glared at him. "Where is she?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Wherever she is," Bob said, puffing his chest out defiantly, "is where I'll go."

Bradley went back to inspecting his nails, the act grating on Bob's nerves.

"And what if I told you that she's down below?"

Bob felt his blood run cold at his friend's words. What was he talking about?

"Down below?" He questioned, fear gripping him like a vice.

Bradley nodded.

"Down below," he confirmed. "Six feet under the ground below."

Bob thought he was going to be sick. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to make sense of what was happening. He hadn't been on that hill for that long, had he?

"She called your name before she went," Bradley continued, a humorless chuckle escaping his lips. "But I guess you weren't listening."

"No..." Bob murmured, tears springing to his eyes. This couldn't be happening, he had to fix this. Bradley watched him.

"So," he started. "How far would you go for her?"

"To the end of time," Bob answered immediately, not having to think about his answer, "to the end of the earth."

Bradley let out a loud snicker at that. "You gotta ticket?"

"No..."

"Didn't think so," he sighed, looking around to make sure the two of them were alone. "Of course, there is another way, but I'm not supposed to say."

Bob knew his friend was leading him on, but he didn't care. He had to get you back.

"Another way?"

"It's around the back, but it won't be easy," the god continued. "It's not for the sensitive of soul, so do you really wanna go?"

Bob felt his resolve tighten within his chest. He nodded firmly, meeting the god's eyes. "With all my heart."

Bradley raised an eyebrow at him.

"With all your heart?" He hummed, a smirk making it's way onto his lips. "Well, that's a start."

[ramspatula]

Carnations | Cole Brookstone x reader Part 6

I don’t care how you look. I love you. I’ll love you no matter how you appear now.

Previous part

I woke up and looked around. I was on the couch and my neck killed. I saw Peach in the kitchen, still in her pyjamas. This guy with black hair was following her around and looking at her like she wasn't real.

"Morning." She said and I nodded.

"Who's that?" I asked and for a moment I thought it could be the green ninja. His head snapped to me. He looked bamboozled.

“Who-?" She turned to see no one but I saw him.

She looked him right in his eyes and still looked at me confused. "You're going crazy, pookie." She said, jokingly.

"No! He's right there!" I said and she turned and looked around to me, confused.

"You can see me?!"

"Are you fucking stupid? I can hear you too." | said to him and he looked enraged for a moment. He grabbed my wrist and Peach gasped. All of a sudden he glitched and she screamed.

"Who the fuck are you?!" She almost screamed and he turned between us confused.

"What just happened?" He asked, confused. I stole my wrist back and looked him up and down and moved over to Peach.

"Oh my god... you're a ghost that's means you died when you were-“

*When I was young yes-«

"-in your emo phase." I said and his face dropped.

"Excuse me?!"

“Tragedy strikes at the worst times. It almost happened to me when I was in mine." Peach said and I shoved her, trying not to laugh.

"You're awfully calm giving you're speaking to a ghost." He said and I scoffed.

"It's like my thing at the moment." I said and

Peach nodded.

"She talks to ghosts. Was being haunted for like a year and didn't know." Peach filled in and the guy shook his head.

"I don’t know what about this is so amusing. But you could be of value. You're coming with me!" He said and went to grab me but I placed a hand on his chest in to shove him away and all of a sudden he looked like he was choking before glitching again and disappearing.

"It works on ghosts that's cool" Peach said and I turned to her.

"You're doing that?" I asked and she nodded.

Don't give me that look, you talk to and can see ghosts!" She said and i deadpanned.

"You can too." I said and she shrugged.

"Only when you bring them into the physical realm-* thunder hit out of nowhere and Peach stopped talking. “That's my cue to shut up." She said and I whipped my head around.

"No! This is where you carry on!" I said and she sighed.

“Can you see him anymore?” She asked and looked around and shook my head.

“Good, it means he’s not in any close spiritual or physical realm right now-“ the thunder went off and she cut herself off. “Okay! I get it!” She said and I frowned.

“What the actual fuck?” I said and she shrugged.

“You get used to it eventually.” Peach told me and I frowned.

“This is your life? Fuck off.” I told her and she laughed before turning to the plate she had just made.

“Pancake?” She asked.

0:57————|——— -2:10

I was in the shop. I was working late. It was a Sunday. I was almost falling asleep behind the register. I heard the door bell ring and the first thing to catch my eye was a felt pastel hat. My eyes shot up again in shock as she approached me. Except, something was off. She didn’t have a singular carnation in her hand.

“Where’s your carnation?” I asked without thinking and she smiled warmly at me.

“It’s yours now, darling.” She said and I frowned.

“Mine?” I questioned. She had 2 that day she gave one to me.

“My husband gave me a singular carnation every Sunday since the first date we ever had. He felt it important that the tradition be carried on as did I.” She explained and it all clicked.

“Cole…” I said, absentmindedly and her face had a soft look but there was underlying worry.

“Take care of my boy. I’m afraid bad things are on the horizon. He will need you.” She grabbed my hand and held it with both her wrinkled hands. They were cold and I looked at her in shock.

“I love him.” I said and she smirked.

“Good. You hold onto that. Tightly. Like a carnation it will bloom and you two will flourish. We are like a garden. And soon you will have a bouquet.” She said and let go of my hand before walking out the shop. I felt overwhelmed. I didn’t understand.

The ring of the shop door had me looking up.

“Hey I was wondering if you had any pretty girls on offer here-? What’s up?!” Cole said and I rushed around the register to cling onto him and he held onto me too. “You okay, flower?” He asked and shut my eyes tight. I didn’t even notice the carnation in his hand.

“Yeah….no.” I almost cried and I felt him rub my back.

“It’s alright… it’s gonna be okay.”

0:57————|——— -2:10

When I got home Peach was packing a bag.

“Wu’s setting up some tea shop and they’re begging me to go help them set up. I’ll see you tomorrow! Or you can come down if you want. There’s a flyer on the counter somewhere.” She said and I nodded.

“I’ll see.” I said and she waved before closing the door and rushing out. I sat by the window and watched in the distance as a green dragon was flying through the sky.

0:57————|——— -2:10

‘What time you home?’ Sent 5 days ago

‘I wanna order in tonight.’ Sent 5 days ago

‘Hello????’ Sent 5 days ago

‘Tf’ Sent 4 days ago

‘Answer.’ Sent 4 days ago

‘17 outgoing calls to 0**********’

‘Are you okay???’ Sent 3 days ago

‘Pick up the phone Pookie’ Sent 3 days ago

‘Seriously please’ Sent 3 days ago

‘Are you okay?’ Sent 2 days ago

‘I’m acc gonna call the police’ Sent 2 days ago

“Peach- this isn’t fucking funny. Where are you?!” 5 days ago.

“I’m so fucking worried. Where are you?” 4 days ago

“Call me back as soon as you hear this” 3 days ago

“3 days! What the fuck is going on?!” 2 days ago

0:57————|——— -2:10

‘Wanna come over tonight? I think Peach is staying at yours’ Sent 5 days ago

‘Cole????’ Sent 5 days ago.

‘Okay this really isn’t funny now’ sent 5 days ago.

‘Are you okay?’ Sent 3 days ago

‘What’s going on?’ Sent 3 days go

‘Is it me?’ Sent 2 days ago

‘Do you all hate me or something now?’ Sent 2 days ago

14 outgoing calls to 0**********

0:57————|——— -2:10

‘Lloyd, I really need one of you to respond. I’m getting really worried. What’s going on?’ Sent 3 days ago

‘I’m so stressed please. I’m gonna breakdown and Peach’s phone has started to tell me that her number doesn’t exist anymore???’ Sent 1 day ago

3 outgoing calls to 0**********

0:57————|——— -2:10

‘Hey Kai, it’s Y/n. Now that I’m not blocked can you tell me what the actual fuck is going on with everyone?” Sent 1 day ago

“Fuck this.” I yelled and got up. I started rummaging around the kitchen counter until I found it. The fucking tea shop flyer. The address was as clear as day and I laughed in joy. The manic relief I felt right now was immense. It didn’t take long before I was out the door.

0:57————|——— -2:10

I looked at the place in front of me. ‘Steep Wisdom’. What a shit name. I sucked in a sharp breath before opening the door, the bell rang and I flinched. An old woman came to the desk with a smile on her face. She reminded me of someone.

“Hello, dear. Welcome to Steep Wisdom, how may I help you?” She asked and I looked at her carefully.

“Who are you?” I asked and I saw her face drop a little.

“Misako Garmadon.” She said and I laughed, annoyance clear. “If there is a problem with-“

“Peach! Peach! I swear I’m gonna fucking kill you- 6 days! 6 days and not one message?! I’m going crazy!” I yelled and stormed through the shop. The woman frantically following me.

“Miss please-“

“And don’t think I forgot about you either Cole! Tell me you fucking love me and disappear are you for real?!” I yelled opening random doors as Lloyd’s mom tried to calm me. “Oh! And Lloyd! What happened to the Pookies,huh? Don’t mean shit to you anymore does it?!” I yelled and finally opened the door to see Peach. I froze.

“Peach… someone’s here to see you.” Misako said gently and she didn’t move. She looked like shit. Her eyes were sunken and red. Her face looked like it had been drained. She looked sick. Really sick. “C’mon darling, you have to sit up.” She helped her sit up and that’s when I noticed the untouched bowls of noodles. “You haven’t ate anything in days, sweetheart. What would he think?” She asked but Peach didn’t even look at her.

“Are those lo mein noodles?” I asked and she nodded. “She’s on and off with noodles. She doesn’t like those ones because she doesn’t handle spice well.” I said and she looked at her with guilt.

“Oh dear…” she said and I pulled a chair to sit next to Peach.

“What’s happened?” I asked and turned to look at me. Her eyes had welled up again.

“Lloyd’s in trouble. And they took me away from him.” The end of her sentence fell into a sob and Misako looked at the scene guiltily.

“What why?!” I questioned, pulling her in for a hug.

“Because I’m slow, fragile and not part of the fucking team.” She gritted out and I held her tighter.

“What was all that ruckus about- who’s this?” The old man whispered to Misako. When I looked up at him I almost gasped at the resemblance. That was Lloyd. I was looking at Lloyd but old.

“I thought you had 4 arms?!” I blurted out and he laughed.

“What a first impression.” he said and I looked away embarrassed. Peach was leaning in on my shoulder and not even aware of the situation around her.

“She’s been unresponsive all day.” Misako told Garmadon and he frowned.

“She’s not… with us right now.” He said simply and she nodded. “I think it may be best for you to leave.” He added and I looked up, pissed.

“What?! I just got here and look at her!” I exclaimed and he nodded.

“I understand but- here. This is the number for the store. We will answer your calls or get back as soon as possible.” He said and placed a little note in front of me. I scoffed and took it.

“Get her some chicken. She likes chicken. No bones in!” I yelled as I stormed out. I took one look back to see Peach go back into the position she was in when I first saw her. I shut my eyes and stormed off. “But I’m coming back!”

0:57————|——— -2:10

I stared at the man in front of me. I didn’t recognise him. I knew was a ghost. He stared at me like he was stupid.

“What the-“

“Gunter wants-!”

“Oh my god-!” He was stupid. He was also holding a scythe.

“Mind leaving?” I asked and he swayed a bit.

“Morro want you.”

“Who the fuck is Murrow?” I asked and he paused. “Doors over there.”

“Okay” he said and walked through the wall. What the fuck.

“I need therapy.” I said and emptied the bottle into a glass full of something I shouldn’t be drinking so early in the afternoon.

I heard the door slam and Peach entered. She looked like shit still except now she had bags under her eyes and she didn’t look like shit. She looked like the embodiment of female rage. I get it. Because I hadn’t looked in the mirror in days and looking at her was enough to know exactly what I looked like. She started throwing bills and other letters off the counter until she found something and laughed before slamming it to the side and jumped on the counter to get to the top of the cupboard and get 2 bottles of Malibu and Vodka. She jumped down and grabbed the papers and bringing them infront of me on the coffee table and spreading them out. For some reason this seemed perfect okay to me as I watched her. She suddenly looked up at me.

“Don’t sit there! Help. Me.” She said and I got onto the floor immediately. She popped open both bottles. “If I’m not pissed whilst doing this I’m not doing this at all.” She said.

“What are we even looking for?” I asked picking up a paper and all of a sudden she looked up like I asked the most stupid question.

“You talk to ghosts, see into the spiritual realm. Find them.” Peach told me and I frowned.

“I still don’t know what the fuck that means.” I told her and she rubbed her temples.

“Anything about them. What they want, where they live, how they are. Anything about the cursed realm.” She said and I stared blankly at her for a moment before picking up the vodka and taking a good gulp.

“Let’s do this.” I said and began looking over the old ass looking papers in front of me.

“No! No! This isn’t working!” Peach said and stood up.

“Where the fuck are you going?!”

“To get something to help.” She said and stormed into her bedroom. She came back with a little tin, opened it and it had multiple pre rolled joints in. She lit one and took a long drag and then offered me one. I shrugged and took it.

0:57————|——— -2:10

After a long, long time of searching we had found… a few things. Stuff about the cursed realm. Some fucking monster who ruled it. Peach slammed her hands down.

“We’re done.” She said and I sighed in relief.

“We’ve been doing this for hours.” I said and she frowned.

“50 minutes actually. There’s not a lot here.” She said and I frowned.

“What do we do now?” I asked she contemplated for a moment before nodding.

“We go back to the tea shop and I tell the elderly about our research.” She said and took another drag. “Which I actually really don’t want to do.”

“The elderly?” I asked.

“Lloyd’s parents and his uncle. You know people hate Garmadon that much that they declined his request for one of those disabled badges that you put in cars.” Peach said and I gasped.

“They can do that?!” I asked and she shrugged.

“They can do whatever they want.” She shrugged and took another drag. “Okay I think what I’m gonna do is, sleep, have a shower. Get high again and then go tell the elderly! Does that sound like a plan?” She asked and I nodded.

“Can I sleep in your bed? Your mattress is actually so much comfier than mine.” I asked and she looked back at me as she walked away.

“Do whatever you want girl. And I know you’ve already been sleeping in it because the bed is made. The only person who makes my bed is Lloyd and he’s out of action right now.” Peach said and I looked up in shock.

“Oh my god! Did he get shot?!” I asked and she laughed.

“God, I wish. That would’ve been so much easier to deal with.” She said and walked into her room. “You coming?!”

“Yeah I’m just gonna eat some cereal.” I said.

“Got no milk.”

“Oh I was just gonna eat the whole box dry.” I said and she appeared again, in a hoodie and her underwear to give me a look.

“Don’t eat the mini multipack, I’m gonna save them for the drive there because I’m gonna have the munchies and the Frosties are mine so don’t eat them. Actually I haven’t ate in days. I’m gonna join you.” She said and I threw the box of Frosties at her.

0:57————|——— -2:10

“So what are we gonna say?” I asked and she looked at me with a frown.

“You’re not gonna say shit. Just sit there and look pretty.” Peach said and I nodded.

“I can do that. Is it just Lloyd’s parents there?” I asked, munching on the box of cereal in my hands. I had the munchies.

“Should be.” She said and parked in some deserted ass car park. I followed her out and across this path which eventually got us to the tea shop. “Oh fuck off.”

“Peach you’re back- Y/n?!” Kai yelled and I stood in place. It was Kai’s face. Definitely, his voice too but the red ninja gi told me he was someone else. “This isn’t what it looks like!” He said, defensively.

“It looks like your the fire ninja.” I said and he paused.

“Okay so it’s exactly what it looks like.” He said and I turned to Peach, expecting to see her as shocked as me but she was calm and pulling out the tin of blunts again.

“Are your powers back?” She asked and he looked at her, worriedly.

“Are you smoking weed now?!” He asked and she blinked.

“I’ll take that as a no.” She said and lit the blunt herself with a lighter.

“What would Lloyd think- say?! Do you think this is what he wants-“ She blew the smoke in his face and she shut up. “Garmadon said you were unresponsive for days and you suddenly disappear?!” Kai tried to whisper but it didn’t work.

“Speaking of Garm, I need to talk to him! Explain to Y/n how you’re all ninjas and have been lying to her.” Peach smiled and gave me the blunt before walking away.

“I can’t believe she drove here high. I can’t believe you got in the car with her-“ I crunched loudly on my next bite of cereal and he paused. “You’re high as well.”

“Believe me I can’t be sober for this.” I said and he contemplated a moment before nodding.

“Actually, neither can I.” He said and grabbed the blunt out of my hands and took a long drag. “I know we go on at Peach but she deals with a lot.” He said and I nodded at him like he was stupid. “We don’t know half of it… do we?” He asked and I shook my head. “So how are you?”

“Don’t do that.” I said and he nodded.

“Noted.” We started walking towards the shop in silence before he awkwardly turned to me.

“What?” I asked.

“Now that you know that we’re all ninjas and Lloyd’s been possessed I should probably run through a few things with you.” He said and my eyes widened.

“Huh?!” I questioned. “All of you?! Even Cole?! Lloyd?!”

“Oh yeah. Heavy on them two. Well one is the green ninja and the other is earth. I’m guessing you can figure out who’s who.” Kai said and I just stared in shock. So he’s been earth all this time?!

“I- Uhm…. Okay.” I said before it finally dawned on me. I had been lied to. For years. The serpentine were released at least 5 years ago. I’ve known Kai for 3, same with Lloyd. How long has Peach known?

“So are we cool?…. Spitfire?” He asked and I suddenly turned around and punched him. It didn’t really phase him but he looked a bit dazed. “Wow- uhm- okay?!” He said and I huffed walking away.

“Where’s Cole?!” I questioned, walking towards the shop.

“Oh- oh no- no. You can’t see him. Not right now.” Kai said and I shoved him out the way.

“I can do what I want.” I said and walked into the shop.

“-can’t just disappear like that. You haven’t ate in days! Think about Lloyd. You smell off… substances and you’re-“

“-This is Y/n! You’ve already met!” Peach cut in and I smiled.

“Yeah… she’s ate by the way. Just high.” I filled in and she nodded, proudly.

“You looking for Cole?” She asked and everyone tensed.

“Yeah.” I said and she nodded.

“Well that’s not good.” She said looking at the elders and Kai.

“What’s going on?! I asked and they all went silent.

“You know Lloyd’s possessed?” Kai asked and Peach nodded.

“Wait- that’s true?! I thought you were joking-“

“Is Cole possessed?” Peach asked and I flinched away from Kai and turned around frantically.

“He’s possessed?!” I asked, I felt like I was losing my mind.

“No. No he’s not possessed.” Kai confirmed and I put a hand on my heart.

“You really had me then. I really thought my- my- I thought he was possessed by some ghost that I’d brought into the world then.” I said and Peach spun around.

“You! That ghost in our kitchen-! Following me-?! Oh it all makes sense! Of course! He’s the only one that can possess others because he’s the only one who has actually been brought into the physical realm- oh my- I told I couldn’t do this sober! Where’s the blunt I gave you?” She asked and I pointed at Kai.

“He put it out.” I threw him under the bus and he threw his hands up in betrayal.

“Morro was near you before all of this?!” Garmadon asked Peach, well pressured her and she was at a loss for words.

“It’s my fault.” She said and rubbed her face.

“Technically it’s Y/n’s. She’s the one who brings them into our realm.” Kai said and I hit his chest.

“I didn’t do it on purpose! How was I supposed to know? He disappeared after Peach glitched him.” I told them and she groaned.

“I thought he’d gone back….. I said he was in his emo phase!” She suddenly called out, disturbed.

“And he took it personally.” I filled in and she gave me a look.

“Thanks.” She said and Kai shrugged.

“I don’t know. I think Lloyd needed this. Keep him humble.” Kai said and we all looked at him like he was crazy. “Joke.” He said and our faces didn’t change. “Heard of em?” He asked again and we all collectively decided to ignore him.

“Cole?” I asked and Peach was too far into her own grief to respond or listen. “Okay. No don’t worry! I’ll find him.” I said and they all tried to jump up as I started the same process again.

“Cole! I know you’re behind one of these doors! Make my life easier please! I know your secret! I know you’re a ninja and you’ve been lying to me!”

“Oh this is not good-“

“C’mon. Please don’t do this to me! I really can’t handle much more toda-“ I opened one door to see Jay on his knees with a toolbox, facing Zane sat on a chair with his chest… open. Like open. Like Zane isn’t human. He’s a robot.

“Yar- I can explain yee Matey!” Zane said in a pirate accent and I slowly closed the door in shock.

“Zane’s a robot?” I asked and Kai nodded.

“Nindroid!” Jay yelled from behind the door and I moved away from it.

“Cole!” I yelled ignoring him before stopping at a door and banging on it. “Cole it’s me, please!” I said and rested my head on the door.

“Go away, Y/n…” I felt my heart shatter.

“Go away? Why? I’m here. I’ve been waiting to fucking hear from you for days! And you tell me to go away? Like I’m nothing. Like you don’t fucking love me.” I almost cried and all I heard was silence.

“I can’t do this to you.” I heard him say and I sighed.

“Why don’t you let me decide what I think I can handle.” I told him and I heard him sigh. He was closer to the door. “I love you.” I added.

“Please, Y/n- I really can’t do this to you. You don’t deserve this. You don’t want this.” He said and I put my hand against the door.

“I don’t care. I want you. Can’t you see that? You’re the only person to have ever made me feel like this. I’m never this patient for anyone else I promise.” I told him and I heard him chuckle.

“I really fucking love you. So so much.” I heard him say and I smiled.

“Don’t tell me that through a fucking door.” I said and I heard him chuckle again.

“I’m not the same… you’ll never see me the same way again…” He said and I frowned.

“You don’t know that.” I said and he sighed.

“I do… I don’t even think I can touch you anymore.” He said and that had me very concerned.

“Open the door. I want to see you.” I said and I was met with silence. “Let me make my own decisions.” I added and I heard him sigh.

“I suppose it was too good to last… open the door. Im ready.” He said and that had me really worried. So I opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door gently. The first thing I did was gasp.

“You can see me right?” Is the first thing he asked and I nodded.

[multi-fandomsfreak]

Hey, man 🧍‍♀️

How are you? I hope your doing well 👍🏽

Anyways, I got somewhat of a good request… I think..?

Alright, so imagine Reader was friends with I hate you Luigi and Mario. Reader was friends with the brothers before the events of I hate you (Where Luigi fell into lava and burned.) Even though everyone loved Mario Reader always preferred Luigi more. Luigi feels extremely grateful that at-least someone didn’t compare him to his brother and actually cared about him but this wasn’t enough for Luigi so he teamed up with Bowser without telling Reader. The events of I hate you happen and Mario comes back with Princess Peach. Reader is wondering where Luigi is. Reader asks Mario where Luigi was and Mario tells Reader that it’s best if they don’t know. Which leaves Reader even more confused and is now worried that something happened to their friend Luigi.

(You can decide if Reader and IHY Luigi get to see each other again.)

(Also this is more of a platonic fic than a romantic one and also can you use She/They pronouns pls.)

In addition if you can’t do this request then have some random images from my phone gallery 🧍 and have a great day/afternoon/night…

Burning Memory

(IHY!Luigi x Reader) (Platonic)

Hey there! Thanks for the ask!

I’m doing great hope you’re doing great as well. Honestly ever since I’ve started playing any sort of Mario games I’ve always had a preference over Luigi rather than Mario (Although I love Mario just as much). If Luigi was a playable character I would always choose him that’s how much I love him (Thanks for the photos as well).

Also I tried to make this as angsty as I could because I’m in that mood lol. Anyways hope you like this. ~J/Blaze

Pronouns: She/They

Warning: ⚠️Death/Murder + Spoilers for the creepypasta/game⚠️

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Luigi + Mario + Peach + Mentions of Bowser

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Art by ??? + Banner by aerineey on Pinterest

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- The Mario bros. Everyone knows them and everyone loves them, especially you. You pretty much had the luck of getting to know the brothers and eventually became friends with them. Honestly you admire the two especially the taller brother Luigi however you seemed to notice that people had more of a preference over Mario practically ignoring his younger brother presence. But you didn’t pay much attention to them and mostly focused your attention on him.

- Honestly when Luigi saw how much attention his brother was getting compared to him it really hurt him. Why weren’t people praising him? He helped as well, why didn't he get the recognition as well? What did Mario have that he didn’t? They were practically the same. All those questions were running through his mind but before they got too extreme they managed to get cut off by you. The only person who seemed to acknowledge his skills. That was the only reason he had to keep going despite what was going on. Being around you was the only reason he didn’t snap and do whatever at least for now.

- You had no idea about how he was feeling about the whole ordeal with his brother, mostly because he didn’t express them to you. Why didn’t he do it? You honestly had no idea but you definitely would’ve assumed he was at least a little bit upset. I mean who wouldn’t. But when you try to see what was matter he just played his emotions off to a recent adventure he had. But regardless of the reason you made sure to cheer him up which he appreciates. But eventually although he does get noticed by you he got tired of being in Mario’s shadow and decided to risk it and join the bad guy himself Bowser.

- He didn’t tell pretty much anyone that he joined bowser because obviously he doesn’t think that people would care enough about him so why should he care but when it came to you he mostly didn’t tell you out of guilt. I mean he’s only doing this to get the recognition that he wants just like his brother but he’s getting some from you so why wasn’t it enough for him? He just wants to be loved by people even if it means that he has to join the bad guy he and his own brother have fought the princess for. What was personally to him the hardest part about this wasn’t how his brother may feel about this, he was sort of the reason why he was in this situation to begin with even if he wasn’t aware of it. He was more worried about your reaction to it. He was thinking things like ‘she’s been there for me when I’ve felt down’ and ‘they’re been treating me the way I wanted so why isn't it enough?’. Honestly deep down he knows that this may be wrong but he feels as if he doesn’t have a choice. If he wants to be seen just like Mario then he’ll have to be the bad guy even if it means he has to hurt people that deeply care about him.

- Eventually though everyone does have a reaching point that causes them to snap and unfortunately it happened to Luigi. One day it was a regular adventure for Mario, focusing on rescuing Peach once again from Bowser’s grasp but today was different. Once he arrived at the castle she was trapped in but instead of being confronted by him he was confronted by his own brother which ended up turning into a fight and ended in the younger brother being burnt to death in the lava he was knocked into. Mario didn’t want to do it and he didn’t mean to; he just needed to defend himself but ended up killing his own brother in the process. Although he was betrayed by his brother and had the right to feel angry at him. All he could feel was upset about what happened and how it had to end. Despite the reasons for why Luigi decided join bowser he was regardless his brother he cared for, after wiping the tears that were rolling down his cheeks as he witnessed his brother being engulfed by the lava he had no choice but to go on and accept the fact that he killed Luigi roam his mind for the rest of the time he will be alive for. Eventually Peach noticed the sadness that appeared in Mario and he had no choice but to tell her what happened and of course she was upset as well. She pretty much has known Luigi as long as she did with Mario so this came to a surprise for her as well. All she could do was cry herself with her head in her hands as Mario just stood there starting to cry again himself before the both of them returned back to her castle.

- Mario knew that he should tell you about what happened to Luigi. He noticed that you happened to be closer towards his younger brother compared to him and honestly he didn’t mind it, he was just glad that Luigi had someone to rely on but now that he was dead you had the right to know but he just couldn’t. He knows he should but he just couldn’t.

+ You were made aware of Mario needing to rescue Peach again and assumed that Luigi would be joining him as well. How many times will it take for Bowser to get the hint and leave them alone? After wishing him good luck you had no choice but to wait patiently knowing that Mario would win once again and you were right but unfortunately you would learn some unfortunate news, well sort of. As you heard Mario and Peach return you immediately went up and greeted them however you quickly noticed something. They both seemed upset about something but what was it? Then you noticed something else “where’s Luigi?” You managed to speak up wanting to know what happened to your friend but you met with silence which only worried you more “I’m sorry [Name] I can’t say” Mario somehow managed to say while choking back some tears before leaving you alone with Peach who herself was holding back tears. You couldn’t understand what caused the two of them to be this upset. Obviously something must have happened to him but why weren’t they telling you? You started to get slightly pissed but not outright and also upset. Even Peach herself asked Mario “Mario you should tell her you know” she said, she understands how you feel she also happened to be close towards Luigi as well. She really thinks that Mario should at least hint at what happened to Luigi “I’m sorry Peach but I can’t tell her, I just can’t.” Mario replied back “I know it must be hard to comprehend and it’s not your fault but they deserved to know what happened to him. They’re the closest to him out of all of us.” Peach reassured him but Mario couldn’t say anything else. She has a point and he knows that but why couldn’t he do it? But after much bugging and not receiving an answer you had no choice but to give up. Pretty much accepting that he’s missing and that you might not see him again.

- It definitely felt weird not having Luigi around. He was actually really nice to be around, especially you. You don’t understand what could’ve happened to him. Even if wasn’t recognised widely still you didn’t understand who would have an outing for him. You ended up excluding yourself from others minus Mario and Peach but even then you didn’t see them much.

- But even with the thought that he was missing you just couldn’t shake it off that he was somehow alive. You know him too well although a bit reclusive himself he wouldn’t just die, he would keep up a fight even if it takes some encouragement for him to do so. So you decided to try to at least find him even if by the time you found him he was actually dead. You decided to go to the last place Mario was and it just so happened to be where Peach was last captured and went there without letting Mario or Peach know where you were going. Although it was a little nerve wrecking going out alone, you decided to risk it if it meant that you could see your friend again.

+ After some time you managed to arrive at the castle and entered it. You felt a cold wave of air flow right past you immediately sending a shiver down your spine. “It’s really quiet here…” you said to yourself. Although this place had no reason to have anything in it you would’ve at least expected to hear some boo’s at least. You managed to arrive in a room and the cold was immediately replaced with heat. You looked down to see lava and immediately cautioned yourself to be careful unless you wanted to fall into it, as you kept walking you saw some sort of being not that far in front of you. Although you were happy that at least someone else was here you still needed to be careful of yourself. Little did you know that the man in front of you was Luigi himself.

+ Ever since his death Luigi had pretty much been forced to stay in the castle that he last saw his brother and pretty much everyone else. All that he could feel was anger and hurt. Anger that he managed to get beaten by his brother and of course hurt because he literally got burned to death. But he also felt lonely. He didn’t want to feel this but since it was just him eventually he was going to start feeling it at some point. All he could do was get lost in his thoughts about things that happened before his inevitable demise. But he was snapped out of his thoughts by something or rather someone. He heard something and immediately assumed the worst. Maybe it was his brother wanting more or maybe trying to convince him that he didn’t mean to throw him into the lava. He could already feel himself getting angry again. He wanted to yell at someone for what happened to him. Blaming anyone for the reason he ended up like this, he stood up causing the person which ended up being you to freeze. He started preparing to send them away but as soon as he took in the moment to process who was in the same room as him he immediately froze himself. Unless he was hallucinating you were right in front of him. “[Name], is that you?” He spoke up in shock.

+ At first you couldn’t recognise him, I mean yeah it sounded like him although a little groggily and yes he was wearing his clothes although they had some holes in them but it was kind of hard to piece that it was him due to him being pretty much burnt to no recognition. If it wasn’t for him calling your name you wouldn’t have known it was him. “[Name], please tell me that it’s you?” He said once again just wanting a sign that it was actually you and that he wasn’t seeing things. “Yeah it is..” you managed to speak up but slightly teary “Luigi, what the hell happened to you?” You quietly spoke, it hurt seeing him like this. His skin had practically melted off. He changed physically that it felt weird seeing him. He wasn’t able to say something, he wanted to but he was starting to get caught up in his emotions. As much as he hated everyone he couldn’t find himself to hate you. In reality he knew he couldn’t hate you. You were his only friend all this time, even now although it took a while you eventually found him again which proved that you still cared about him. He walked up closer to you slightly limping before bringing you into a hug. At first it felt weird hugging him, his body felt oddly leathery. You managed to hug him back before hearing a slight whimpering coming from him. Before you knew it you started to hear him cry. “…[Name]” All he could say through his tears was your name causing you to tear up yourself. He didn’t care that he felt slight pain due to his burnt skin being touched by you. All he cared about was just being in your arms after being lonely for so long. You could feel your heart breaking hearing Luigi cry, although you’ve seen him upset you haven’t seen him this upset and actually crying right in front of you. You tried to move slightly so you could look at him directly but he quickly tightened the hug not wanting you to move. “…please, please don’t leave me [Name]…” he said in between his sobs thinking that you were trying to leave. You decided to save your questions for later, you could tell he needed this even though you had no idea what happened between his demise and now so you let him cry his heart out until he was ready to tell you what happened. For now you and ended in a tight felt hug not letting go until the both of you got your feelings out and managed to catch up with each other.

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[rogerswifesblog]

Wow hello! I just found ur page and I just wanna saw that it’s amazing!

If it’s not too much to ask do you think you can write one with Steve rogers with a plus size girly ?

Maybe like she’s just feelin a lil down about herself and he comes in to save the day

Lol insecurities do be hitting a lil harder and rogers is a really good comfort

If not all good!! Thank you for all you do!

Happy thanksgiving!!!

Thank you for the compliment and for the request!:) I hope you’ll like it. And I also hope that’s something you had in mind:)

Normally I write the requests in a chronological way of how I receive them, but I really liked this one.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Nobody knows you and Steve are dating...which means many of the agents try to flirt with him. It kind of made you doubt yourself.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Steve Rogers x plus-size!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: very insecure reader, insecurities, some flirting from other agents, crying, self doubt, implied oral [ F ],

the reader’s not friendly to herself/body shaming:c good think Steve’s here to help

Remember everyone is beautiful, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!!

Don’t forget to like, comment and reblog!:)

You watched the new girl talk to Steve. Well, more like, flirt with him. He just finished training with the new agents and as always there had to be this one woman, who had to stay behind and try to...get in his pants, maybe? You couldn't really tell.

Of course Steve dismissed everything she said and world her he wasn't interested, but it still stings. He was...Steve. Steve was just so attractive. Not only his appearance, but also his personality. He was a good guy. Some people would probably call him a golden retriever in human form.

And you were...well, you.

After gaining a few pounds to many during the stressful years in college, you haven't lost anything of it. Some part of you knew, it didn't matter, you were still pretty and your personality was great-but there was also a voice that told you, you weren't good enough. Too big, too loud, too...much.

This voice is always much louder when you see the pretty, slim girls flirting with Steve. Sometimes even guys. Everyone could see Steve's beauty. He was out of your league-and yet, somehow, he'd fallen for you. You didn't understand why. He could have literally everyone. Why did he choose you?

Your insecurities were the reason why you didnt want anyone to know about your relationship. It's been three months since you started really dating and even though Steve really wanted to tell people how much he loved you, you just...couldn't. People wouldn't approve of your relationship. He was too good for you. You could already see the headlines; Steve Rogers, national hero, going out with-

"Hi, Peach-pie", Steve's greeting interrupted your thinking. A small laugh escaped your lips. Steve always called you something sweet-apparently because you were sweet, in his eyes. "Hi, Love, how was training?", you asked, even though your smile was a bit tense. Steve noticed, pulling your closer against his firm body.

"It was good, but now everything is much better, having you here", he mumbled, smacking a big kiss on you cheek, before kissing your lips softly. You kissed back for a few seconds, before pulling away. Steve already knew what you wanted to say, so sighed. "I know, I know...not in public. But why baby? I want to show everyone how much I love you."

Grinning Steve put his arms around you, squeezing your booty slightly. He liked putting his hands on your body. He loved how soft you were compared to him, how round your breast were...and your soft tummy, god, he loved your soft tummy. Or your thighs. He loved being between them, have them hugging his head-especially when you sat on his face. This was his favourite think to do, even if it took you a bit of convincing before you finally let him pull you over his head. And when he said, sit on his face, he really meant it. Steve loved feeling your weight over him.

Another group of agents came into the gym, making you step back from Steve. “We’ll talk later, Captain”, you said before you walked away.

God, Steve loved watching you walk away.

In the evening you two sat on the couch, watching a movie, but Steve could tell you didn’t payed much attention. Most of the time you were looking out of the window. He gently put his hand on your thigh, rubbing it softly. “Sugar, talk to me. Did I do something wrong?”, it made your heart ache, that he immediately thought it was something about him. How could he ever think he did something wrong? It was all about you.

“It’s…I’m just not feeling well, I should go home and sleep”, you mumbled, already standing up. Steve grabbed your hips and pulled you into his lap. Automatically you tried to not sit down or even fall back to the sofa, but he didn’t let you. So you sat on his lap-with your full weight. You knew he was a super soldier, but…you still felt too heavy. “Please, sweetie, talk to me. I know you’re lying. Did something happen?”, Steve asked gently, cupping your face with his hands.

You couldn’t stop the tears that welled up in your eyes. Slowly they started run down your face, while Steve wiped them away, gently kissing your cheeks. “What happened, Peach?”, you shook your head sobbing. “It just…I happened-I-I’m not supposed to be your girlfriend”, you sobbed, confusing Steve.

He shook his head, pulling you closer against him. “Why do think that?” You chuckled wetly about his cluelessness. How could he not see it? “I’m huge, Steve. I’m ugly, I’m big, I’m-“ “Now, stop there right know, sweetheart. You’re not ugly-and your curves are amazing. I love every bit of you. Everything you may not like, is perfect to me”, he said, gently letting his hand slide over your arms, waist, tummy and thighs.

Until now you’ve never really confessed your feelings for each other. Your whole body tingled, while your heartbeat quickened.

You wanted to say something, but Steve wasn’t finished. “If you knew how I see you, you’d see a wonderful woman, that makes me laugh every time I’m in a bad mood. A woman, that makes me feel, like I can build a life here, in this century…and god, you have no idea how much you turn me on, whenever I see you in my bed”, he mumbled the last bit, grabbing your thighs a bit stronger. The corners of your mouth twitched.

“I feel like I shouldn’t be your boyfriend-I’m a man out of time, just a mascot for the government-and-and I’m not even real. It’s the serum. I’m just the serum, and yet you love me for who I am. sometimes I can’t believe it. You are just so…you and I’m just…me”, he whispered, now also having tears in his eyes.

With a racing heartbeat you slowly put your hands on his, which were on your thighs. “Steve, I love you for who you are, no matter how you look like”, you said, only realising how the two of you felt similar about each other. Of course, you liked Steve’s muscles and strength, but it wasn’t the reason why you fell in love with him. It was his personality.

You’ve never imagined, that Steve could also be somehow insecure, not only about his body, but also about historical past. You always thought he felt good about himself-and that’s also something Steve thought about you. In his eyes, you were the most beautiful woman he ever met. He couldn’t even imagine WHY you were insecure. Your body was beautiful.

Steve started smiling, putting his arms around you. “You love me”, he whispered after a while, which made you chuckle barely audible. Nodding, you put your hands against his chest, grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer. “I do, I really do, Steve. I love you”, kissing you, Steve quietly sighed against your lips, pressing you closer against him.

“And just like you love and accept everything about me, I do the same about you. You have no idea how incredible you are-and don’t think bad about your body, just because you have curves-“ “But I have stretch marks and I’m heavy, Steve”, you interrupted him, making him raise his eyebrows slightly.

He grabbed your butt and stood up with you, not breaking a sweat. “Thrust me, sweetheart. You’re not heavy. And your stretch marks are cute, beautiful and amazing. They remind me of tiger strips-and I like tigers. And you, Kitty”, he grinned against your lips, walking to the bedroom with you in his arms.

“And I’d like to show my kitty how much like every bit of her”, he mumbled before laying you down on the bed, already starting to kiss every inch of your body. “And we’ll start with you, sitting on my face.”

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Third Love

Ch: 6 El Cotorro

Pairing: Eddie x Mexican Female Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: Eddie tries to win over your affection and use you in hopes of getting signed to your dads record company. There's just one problem. Your situationship and a heartbreaking past that threatens to expose the darker side of you.

CW: MDNI 18+ Angst, slut shaming, mental illness, Modern au Eddie, fuckboy Eddie. Reader with another man (not cheating). Talks of injury and blood, I gave you a cute lil nickname cuz you're a sweetie. 🍑

"Where is Eddie by the way?"

"Eh, you know him, fuck em and leave em, onto the next."

"She must not have been that easy. Took longer than he said it would."

"Still fucked'em on the first date."

"Just like the rest."

The laughing at your expense forms a knot in your throat, dry and hoarse, unable to be swallowed. How could they just degrade you like that without even knowing who you were. Lumped in the same category as the rest. How could he just leave you here, in his home, without a car to go back. Humiliated at the fact that you had to face his friends, you're sure you looked a mess, like a girl who just slept with the lead singer of a band. Of course they thought you were a groupie, what else would they expect. It was your idea after all, you knew what this was, you knew the type of guy Eddie was. You even saw him with two girls before.

Drops of water dot the pavement as the clouds open up, the sun no longer bright and warm. Clouds gray and heavy with insecurity. You turn on your heel, padding down the driveway, head down in shame. Your shoulders shake like an etch a sketch erasing every kind thing Eddie ever said.

He viewed women like sexual objects not partners and you were just another toy he wanted to play with. planned to sleep with you from the very beginning. The rain beats down harder, now coating your hot cheeks, and bare feet. It's then you realize that it's your own tears creating the rain, your own sobs making your shoulders shake.

You hate the smell of your hair, his shampoo lingers in the stands he delicately washed. Fingers itch to claw at every part of your body that he touched, even if it meant creating new scars. Aggressively you wipe at the mouth he tenderly kissed, salty from your cries cracked and dry from wiping over and over, ridding them of the minty flavor of his lips.

With blurry vision you call the one person who'll answer, through thick and thin, rain or shine, whether you're with him or without. Say jump and he'll say how high. Your first kiss and the person you lost your virginity to, your best friend, Sebastian. He loved you then, through all your firsts, but more than anything he wanted to be all your lasts too.

He wasn't supposed to love you but when highschool ended and you both parted ways he regretted not telling you. Maybe things would be different if he stayed, you'd be his. So when your paths met again he thanked whatever god brought you back to him and swore he'd never leave your side, never let you go even if it killed him. He wanted to see you happy no matter who it was. He'd lost you before and it wasn't going to let it happen again.

Many people thought he was someone new in your life, they didn't know the history you shared. The gradual progression from friends to best friends to more. More in Sebastian's eyes at least.

"Bash, you were right." You choke, voice wobbly with emotion.

"Where are you?"

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Anger radiates off Sebastian when he picks you up, shaking his head at the choice of clothing you wore and how disheveled you look. He pulls his hoodie off his body, offering it to you as a cover up, leaving him in a wife pleaser. Silent tears stream down your cheeks as you gaze outside your window, heartache leaving a black hole where hope of something more lived.

"I told you Peach. He fucks groupies, you were just gonna be another play thing." Sebastian breaks the silence with truth. His words hurt more than they should, but Eddie's actions hurt more than words.

"He was really sweet and caring, I just thought that maybe it would be different. I would be different." You sniffle, gaining back your voice. "His friends said that It took longer to sleep with me than he thought."

You don't see Sebastian's heart crumble in a million pieces at your confession. It tears at him piece by piece seeing you with another man. A delicate balance between being your best friend and loving you. Why can't it be him? Why does he try so hard yet your eyes pull to others.

His silence tells you he's upset, you dont blame him, there were others before Eddie and each time it hurts him more and more. He chews the inside of his cheek, the physical pain better than emotional. Eyes fixed on nothing, as the thought of Eddie's hands on you, and the pretty sounds that you probably made for him make him sick to his stomach. His eyes close tight, blocking out the visions that plague him.

"You're different to me Peach, they don't know you like I do. And thank goodness cuz I'm afraid he'd love you too." He gives you a tight lipped smile, as he pulls up to your dads house.

He looks different, at least you see him differently. Maybe love comes unexpectedly and no chimes are needed. A chill runs down his spine when you scratch at the nape of his neck.

"You cut your hair." You state, running your fingers through his light brown tresses, no longer shoulder length.

"Yea, you like it?" He questions, secretly hoping you do.

"I love it." You assure.

"Will you come over later?" He asks, already missing your touch as your hand retreats from his hair and you exit the car.

"I can't Bash, I got Austin's live stream rehearsal. Travis is still playing drums but the guitarist is sketchy. Just gonna be busy." What you really want to say is. I need space. Space from boys who love with their hands but not their hearts. Space from you to figure out if I want something more.

He nods, understanding all too well that the live stream is important to you. He offers to fill in if you can't find a replacement, you decline. Glass House is already booked with small venues in LA, soon headed to Northern California. You couldn't put more on their plate.

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"Heeeyyy big boy! Come here, bring it in." Eddie's wide arms embrace his friend, slapping his back in brotherly love.

"Don't hey me, I waited for you for hours. What the fuck man. I told you yesterday what time the plane lands." Shoving Eddie's shoulder in irritation as they seperate from their hug.

"Nice to see you too Steve. And I told you I was with my girl. Just overslept is all. Now hurry up I left her at the house to come get you."

"Your girl? Really? Cuz last I checked Eddie didn't do relationships." Steve questions, throwing Eddie a duffle bag that collides with his chest.

"Oof, yeah yeah, well she's not my girlfriend yet, and I actually really like this one. Dude, get your stuff, let's gooo." Eddie rushes, throwing Steve's bag over his shoulder as he walks out the doors of LAX, Steve just a few steps behind him.

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Eddie returns to his house two cups of coffee and croissants in hand. He's humming to a song only he can hear, a pip in his step as he bounds up the stairs to the door. Heart full and yearning to get back in bed with you. He thinks Slater 50/50's would be a great place to take you for some lunch, 100 beers on tap, delicious burgers.

After spending the afternoon with you and the way you made him feel he was floating among the clouds. Whenever he fell for someone, it was always hard, fast and all at once. He never thought of you as just a hookup, sure he wanted to get signed and maybe snooping behind your back wasn't exactly honorable. It was different now, the late night talks, the way his heart beat faster whenever he would hear your laugh. The way your body felt under his, the pretty sounds he made you sing. Yeah, he needed to hear his favorite song again.

Pushing the front door open with his boot he's met with the members of Corroded Coffin, lounging in his living room.

"Ooohh playboy has arrived. What did ya get us?" Gareth saunters over, snatching one of the coffees.

"Not for you asshole." Eddie scolds, pulling the drinks out of reach as he heads towards his room.

"If you're looking for sleeping beauty, she's not here." Gareth sing songs, throwing himself on the couch, flipping through the apps on the tv.

"She left man, I saw some guy pick her up, gave her his hoodie." Jeff adds, recalling when he went out to his car for his gym bag and seeing you a few houses down.

"She left? What guy? Did she say anything?" Eddie asks confused and in disbelief, did you see the note he left you? Did you not care? Setting down the breakfast he brought for you in the kitchen, he scratches at his stubble, brows furrowed, he checks his phone for messages. Nothing.

"Just that she was leaving. Nothing else." Jeff shrugs.

Eddie walks over to his room, expecting you to be there somehow. Not a single thing is misplaced, as if you weren't even there. He walks around to his side of the bed and sits down. Mind going a mile a minute, he takes the initiative to call you.

Unfortunately for Eddie it goes straight to voicemail.

"Hey Baby, I'm sorry I wasn't in bed when you woke up. I had to pick up my friend from the airport. Um, where are you? Call me."

Eddie decides to check the ring cameras, hoping to see who picked you up and what state you were in. When he sees his car pull up to the driveway panic sets in. "Oh nonono." His jaw hits the floor as the camera displays you both in the driveway, bouncing on his cock. He smiles fondly "Good night i see." Gareth smiles, eyes wide at the feed when the car door opens and he sees Eddie shuffle to the door, your legs wrapped around his waist, dress pulled around your hips. "Holy shit man, that ass is–"

"Hey! Close your fucken eyes." Eddie scolds, covering the screen with his hands.

Gareth has this curious look in his eye, he can't understand why Eddie's so smitten with you. He thought you were just a pawn to get Corroded Coffin to stardom and now he sees Eddie has actually caught feelings. "Don't tell me you actually like her."

"It's none of your business man."

Gareth walks away hoping that Eddie's feelings for you don't stray him from the responsibilities he has to the band. He hopes you're not another Becky, stringing them along, sinking your teeth into him only to drain them dry. Although Eddie owes them for all their bad luck he still doesn't want to see his friend get hurt.

Eddie fwds the feed and watches as you stand near the door head tilted, your face is scrunched up, brows furrowed. At one point you gasp, mouth open wide as you turn to look at the door. Clearly something was said that upset you because he sees you wipe your eyes and shake your head. You glance up at the camera, eyes red and glossy. Eddie's heart sinks to his stomach, something's wrong. He watches as you wipe a tear away, feet bare as you walk away from his house.

The night was perfect and now everything is slowly crumbling right before his eyes. He joins his bandmates in the living room again. "What the fuck did you guys say?" He demands, standing in front of the tv with his arms flailing around, explaining everything he saw to them. "Nothing dude, we didn't say anything. Just asked where you were." Gareth replies, eyes glancing at Jeff.

"You guys are fucking useless." Frustrated, Eddie grabs his keys, hoping to catch you at your dads house before you can drive away.

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The drive from your dads house to your apartment was long. Taking the more scenic route to think about everything that had gone wrong. Eddie didn't pressure you into anything, it had all been your idea. Your idea to leave the restaurant, you made the first move by placing his hand on your thigh. You gave him the green light.

Too busy searching in your purse with your head down, you don't see a tall man swing his bag over his shoulder, accidentally hitting you straight in the face.

Your head snaps back, as his heavy bag collides with your nose, a crunch so loud it rings in your ears. Heels throwing you off balance, shredding both knees as they scrape along the concrete floor.

You groan in intense pain as your hands fly to your nose, swiping above your lip with a wince, blood smeared across your lips as well as your fingers. Bright red blood coats your fingers, drips of crimson dot your sweater taking your mind back, back to that night. You close your eyes tightly. "It's just a little blood, It's just a little blood."

Vision blurred and mind hazy from the impact, you hear a faint 'I'm going to lift you off the ground ok' followed with a string of muffled apologies. A strong arm wraps around your back and another behind your knees, lifting you off the ground bridal style.

Afraid to slip from his grasp, you wrap your arms around his neck, head against his shoulder to stop the dizziness. His voice is unrecognizable when he says 'I gotcha' and his hands are too soft behind your knees, a touch that's unfamiliar. The scent of vanilla and cinnamon fills your nose, reminding you of Christmas cookies, comforting and safe.

Gently he sets you down on a bench, cursing to himself when he sees your bloody knees. Tilting your head back to stop your bloody nose, he runs into the coffee shop quickly returning with ice wrapped in paper towels. "Is it ok if I touch you? You're….um…you don't have pants on."

"Shit… Yea. I'm so sorry. I do have…..ugh. I'm…I'm wearing a dress." Mystery man nods his head, gently placing the ice packs to your knees, keeping them tightly together as you remember you have no panties on.

Eyes closed and head leaned back, unable to meet the man's eyes, soft fingers grab at your ankle. Holding back the pain, he rotates your ankle side to side making you curse in agony. "Ouch that fucking hurts!" You cry out, tears forming in your waterline.

"Shit. sorry. sorry. I think you sprained your ankle, or broke it." He comments, voice filled with concern.

Blinking your eyes open to clear your vision, you take a glance down to see the damage. Big hazel eyes meet yours, honey brown hair styled to perfection, he's more handsome than you imagine and the second man to be on his knees for you today.

"I'm really fucking sorry. You're pretty…"

"What?!" You question.

"Pretty um……pretty banged up. I…I just landed here, visiting some friends and don't have a car or else I'd drive you to a doctor."

Heartache mixed with throbbing pain creates the perfect storm, as tears prick your eyes, you try and think of the next step, go home and sleep it off? Try and drive to the hospital yourself and risk getting in an accident?

You attempt to stand, hand gripping the back of the bench, one foot in front of the other. As soon as you put weight on your ankle, your knee buckles and down you go. "Whoa, Easy there. Yeah, you can't walk." Mystery man holds you up, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other carries his duffle bag. "Shit. Do you think you can drive my car to the hospital? I promise it's close." Before you can dismiss your question, finding it too weird of a task for someone you just met. He responds with an enthusiastic "Yes!" Swooping you easily into his arms. You instruct him where your car is and he carefully places you in the passenger seat. He settles in the drivers side, adjusting the seat and mirrors.

Curious, you pull down the visor to inspect your face. Several shades of purple cover underneath your swollen eyes, nose puffy and beet red. "Oh my god." You groan covering your face in your hands, mortified that this handsome man saw you like this. "What's in the bag, rocks?"

"No, um just clothes and some shoes. Again i'm so fucking sorry. I didn't see you, I just kinda threw my bag and then before I knew it, you're laying on the ground. I promise I'll make it up to you, anything you want. Ok?"

"Yeah, I'll think of something, just drive. Please."

Urgent Care wait times were ridiculous even in a fancy hospital like Cedars. Mystery man insisted on waiting with you and said he caused this mess and it was the least he could do.

You learn his business is expanding to California. Some big shot tech company that he had to inherit from his Dad, similar to you. He's friendly and very beautiful, tall and clearly athletic given his golden tan and toned arms. Very different from the types of men you find attractive, no leather or tattoo in sight. He's a breath of fresh air, probably not into groupies but definitely the model type.

You catch him staring a lot and you think it's because you look insane, bruised and bloodied. Definitely not because he thinks you're pretty. Definitely not. Nurses gave him nasty looks while you were met with warm smiles. When they called you into a room, he wasn't allowed inside with you, domestic abuse questions on a small card gave you a hint as to why. Even when you explained that it was all an accident, you were met with looks of sympathy and worry.

After what seemed like hours you were released with a hairline fracture to your nose, which needed no intervention. Worse of the injuries was your grade 3 sprain, four weeks of rest, which was impossible in your line of work, ice to keep swelling down, compression as well as keeping the ankle elevated.

"Oh no, they gave you crutches. Fuck, I'm so so sorry. How can I help you? Please, I feel terrible."

"Just drive me home please." You grumbled, crutches clicking against the tile as you hobbled out of the hospital. Mystery man offered to be at your beck and call for the entirety of the 4 weeks needed to heal. Do you need a drive to work? He's available. Need to pick up some groceries? He'll pay to have them delivered. Need to walk your non-existent cat? He'll be there anytime.

"Do you need help upstairs?" He asks, as he parks your car near your apartment, grabbing his bag from the backseat.

"No, I think I got it from here." You reply, opening the car door, attempting to bring your crutches out. He's helping you in a flash, forearm flexed for you to grip onto as you exit the car. "Thanks." You smile tightly, tucking the crutches under your arms.

"Um, do you think I can ….. like…..get your number? Just… just to make sure you're ok. In case you need anything. I can come over and um… help you. If not, that's ok… no worries." Red paints his cheeks and ears as he rubs the back of his neck. A shy smile plastered on his handsome face as he looked at you from under his thick lashes.

"Sure." You reply, scribbling your number on a napkin you found in your purse. You hand him the paper and his fingers graze yours as he takes it from your hand, studying the digits as if they'd disappear in thin air.

"I'm Steve by the way. Steve Harrington."

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[highpri3stess]

Heyo! It’s Pudding! I was wondering if you would wanted to write a Nahoya (Smiley) request. It doesn’t matter what prompt, I was just wondering if you could write about smiley.

This is optional too, so you don’t have to take this request. <3

Hate me like you Love me - Nahoya 'Smiley' Kawata x f!Reader

Pairing: Nahoya 'Smiley' Kawata x Reader

Warning: Frenemies to lovers, nsfw, angst with happy ending, mean smiley, mention of violence, cheating (not reader or smiley), fingering (f. recieving), car sex.

Monica's notes: he may be ranked as one of the worst boyfriend, but that doesn't reduce his quality as boyfriend material. Reblogs and comments are appreciated. Follow for more ♡ edit: tumblr has decided to be weird again. Sigh.

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YOU should have known better than to crash  with Nahoya after you broke up with your boyfriend.

There was no one else really, Yuzuha had gone out with Takemichi and Hinata to a movie and she wasn't going to be back until tomorrow morning. Hakkai was out of the question, knowing him and his lack of restraint, he'd go to your boyfriend's house and beat him within an inch of his life if he found out that the asshole had cheated on you. Emma wasn't picking your calls either, so you couldn't just show up at her apartment unannouced.

So when Souya had suggested Nahoya come pick you up instead; since he was out of town, you had no choice but to agree. You hoped that your lack of intimacy with the peach haired man would allow him some form of neutrality when he comes to pick you up from your ex. The two of you were always at each others throats, Nahoya being the instigator and you getting annoyed with his antics. He'd probably laugh at your bad luck with men on the ride home, nothing more.

You were so wrong because the second he stepped into your house and saw your exboyfriend uncaringly sitting on the couch as you stood by the door with your boxes, all hell broke loose.

If you hadn't yelled at him with his full name, he would have killed your exboyfriend.

You avoid speaking to him on the car ride home, you're too angry to even speak to him. With that dumb shiteating grin plastered on his lips, you could have been fooled that he wasn't mad either, if not for the way his busted knuckles tightened on the wheel.

"You know," he says after a long silence that had since persisted at the start of the journey. "you should be thanking me for doing you a favour."

The smugness in his tone is infuriating. The same tone he's had since you both were kids whenever he would beat up anyone that said something bad about you, even though he was just as mean as the other kids, if not more mean. You keep your lips sealed tight, replying him would just show that he's managed to get under your skin yet again and you couldn't give him that sort of satisfaction.

"So you're ignoring me huh?" Nahoya laughed, clearly pissed that you weren't arguing with him like previous times. Aggravating you is the only dynamic he knows that would get your attention on him alone, as selfish as it sounded and even that didn't work this time around. "Is it because I beat up that fucker? Do you still like him or what? What did you even see in that guy anyways-"

" 'm not in the mood, you prick. Just shut up and drive."

From the corner of your eye, you can see his lips twitch in annoyance. "Don't tell me to shut up." He always hated those words coming from your mouth, it sounded like nails scratching a blackboard to his ears. He liked talking to you even though you fight every time and you not wanting to listen to him made him angry. "You're in MY car, I get to say whatever the fuck I want and you don't get to bitch about it."

"Smiley, stop-"

"In fact, maybe you had this coming-

"STOP, STOP, STO-"

"Always dating shitbags that don't value ya one bit when there are guys out here that'll die for ya!"

"YEAH? AND WHO ARE THE GUYS, HUH?" Your voice is almost glass shattering, accompanied by you slamming your hand on the car door to drive your point across. "WHO AND WHERE ARE THEY? WHERE WERE THESE GUYS THAT'LL DIE FOR ME WHEN I HAD TO ENDURE A WHOLE FUCKING MONTH WITH MY FUCKING EX IN THE SAME HOUSE, SEEING THAT BITCH HE CHEATED ON ME WITH EVERYDAY AND HEARING THEM FUC-"

The car swerves around half-hazardly into a darkened alley with a loud 'screech' and you jolt forward as Nahoya steps on the brake a bit too hard and causing the car to jerk harshly. Your mouth is already moving as you catch your breath, screaming at him again. "Nahoya, are you fucking insane-"

"RIGHT HERE! I AM RIGHT HERE FOR GOD'S SAKE! I'VE ALWAYS BEEN HERE!"

You stop talking the moment the words left his mouth, but now he's fed up as well and he starts yelling out his confessions. "You just hated me for some reason so I messed around with you so that you could …" he runs his hands through his peach coloured locks with a pained smile etched on his face.

You could practically feel your heart drop down your chest as he continues saying his truth. "... you could at least talk t'me somehow. You can't leave my fucking head; I've always had dreams about holding your hand, about you smiling at me and rubbin' my head like you do for Souya, about us kissing, about us…"

His breath hitches in his throat as the memories of his lewd fantasies about you flash before his very eyes.

"About us fucking, especially with that pissed off face of yours-"

Your body grows hot at that confession and instinctively, you unconsciously rub your thighs together at the thought. There's a feeling of guilt bubbling up in your chest as he confesses his feelings; you know deep down that despite him being so annoying majority of the time, he tried to be kind to you in his own way.

There where times you took his jokes way too seriously and push him away when you felt that he was getting too close. You knew you were trying to avoid your presistent feelings for him because you were scared of him using your heart and throwing it in your face. Nahoya is unmistakenably mean sometimes and you didn't want him laughing at your dumb confessions.

"That's why I just had to beat up that piece of shit for breaking ya heart." He managed to confess, letting go of everything on his chest. "You looked s'sad and heart broken, how was I supposed to not rearrange his stupid face with my fists?"

The car goes silent after that and you let his words properly sink in. A doubtful part of your heart always told you that you were much too reserved, quiet for the wild Nahoya Kawata, the crazy boy who could brutally beat up someone if they as much as looked at you wrong, even though he knows you would yell at him while cleaning his wounds. But now, seeing his distaught smile, the way he gripped the steering wheel with his busted knuckles and his jaw clenched, you knew there was no holding back anymore.

"Just forget I said any-"

"Kiss me."

Nahoya has to do a double take, opening his eyes wide to stare at you as if you had grown a second head. He can see a wild, hungry look in your eyes, almost primal, something he could never associate with you before this time, because no matter how loud you yelled, you weren't ever violent or harsh as he was.

Seeing you like this? Desperate? Angry? Horny? A mixture of all three? It's enough to drive him crazy.

"Can't you hear me? I said kiss m- mmph"

His lips crash onto yours with frevour, teeth clanking against each other as he kisses you, deeply, his tongue wrestling with yours in a battle of dominance that you've lost automatically. A gutteral groan vibrates into your throat as he grabs your the back of your head and pushes you closer to him. His kisses are overwhelming, even when he pulls away briefly to breathe hotly against your skin and then continues kissing you, you still feel out of breath.

He pulls away from your lips and moves to the space between your jaw and your neck, trailing messy kisses down your jawline to the slope of your neck, teeth grazing every inch of skin he could put his mouth on. One hand of yours finds refuge in his hair, digging into it and the other grabs his free hand, placing it in between your inner thighs, fingertips grazing the wet patch that had formed over your panties.

You knows it's public, anyone could practically catch you both if they happen to get curious about the bumper of his red corolla sticking out of the alleyway he parked in. Normally, you would never even agree to something so indecent but with confidence as your drug, you decide to step out your comfort zone.

"Please, touch me down there."

You can feel him smile against your neck, before using a lone finger to trail down your clothed slit, making you shiver. Everything happens so fast, you feel him slide into your panties and his thumb skillfully rubs tight circles over your clit, making you pant heavily, eyes shut from the pleasure building up. Slowly his forefinger nudges into your wet pussy, sliding in better with your arousal coating your entrance.

The burn from the stretch isn't too bad, and soon, you find yourself clenching around his finger as he toys with your clit, moans of pleasure escaping your plump lips.

"Hear that?" His mouth is next to the shell of your ear and his eyes are fixated onto the dazed look all over your face as he fingered you. The sound of squelching made by his thick fingers thrusting into you fast, hitting the right places at a rhythmn, is beyond obscene that if you could hide your face in your palms, you would. "That's how good you're taking this finger. You like that huh? Me putting my finger into this pussy of yours?"

You nod vigorously nod, words betraying you as he thrusted even faster into you. The coil in your stomach was too tight to keep it any longer, you can feel the rough pads of his fingers rubbing your clit to the point your vision gets hazy. You feel like your body's floating, Nahoya's dirty words and quick, deep thrusts has you tettering on the edge

"Oh 'hoya, oh hoya ah hah ah" Your body tenses up the moment he starts curling his fingers on your g-spot and your voice gets louder and louder. "Think 'm about to cum-"  you breathe out, laboured, dizzy with pkeasure.

"Go ahead, make a fuckin' mess on my fingers."

Your hand tightens around his curly hair and your pussy throbs against his fingers, riding out your high. Nahoya's lips meet yours in an open mouthed kiss, swallowing every of your moans in his mouth as he guides you through your orgasm, until your legs stop trembling and your body relaxes completely. You watch as he pulls his finger out of you with a smug grin plastered on his face, strings of cum connecting his fingers to your puffy lips. Nahoya is entranced - it's a dream come true that he could have you like this at the very least of it, even though it's just sex.

Without giving it much of a thought, he slides his soiled finger into his mouth, tasting your juices on his tongue and humming pleasure. You don't want to give him the satisfaction that your body felt so hot at the sight, so you turn your head and mutter "Nasty 'hoya" under your breath.

He pulls his finger out with a loud 'pop and grins at you again. Your heart races faster the moment he restarts the engine and starts recklessly driving out of the alleyway, despite the raging boner straining his jeans and a wet dot forming on the crotch of his pants.

"Wait I haven't gotten you off ye-"

"You calling me nasty?" He cuts you short in a challenging tone, driving so dangerously close to the speed limit. Your thighs clench against each other at the sight of his tense smile, still focused on the road ahead. The blood in both your veins is hot with lust and passion, ignorant of whatever discussion you two should have had before doing anything together. What's the need of the discussion anyways? You're going to be his and anyone who tries to question it would get their ass handed to them.

"Wait till we get to my place and I'll show you how nasty I can be. You won't be walking tomorrow when I'm done with you."

[polinsupremacy]

I found this WIP in my notes app, and I was thinking of posting it after some editing and development, what do you think? Slight CW. Nothing major though

“There was a carriage accident. The horse was spooked, and she was thrown into a ditch.” Was what he had been hearing.

“It was cataclysmic,” said one.

“Oh, that poor lass, only twenty and three years of age,” said another.

My heart began to race, who was it? Please, for the love of God, don't let it be Pen.

But, as soon as I saw Eloise, my heart sank. I had to see her for myself, I needed to see her.

I raced over to the location of the carriage, and my knees gave out.

The once peaches and cream skin I knew all too well was now pale and splattered with blood. What I saw next made my stomach churn, there was wood pierced through her. I didn't believe it was real. Not until I heard the blood-curdling scream of her mother.

She was gone; the love of my life, my purpose, the reason I came back to London was gone.

I never got to tell her how much I loved her. I never got to say goodbye.

In the days following, Eloise was completely inconsolable, and Mama’s eyes were misty with unshed tears.

Anthony and Benedict had forlorn looks on their faces as well. They may not have been as close to Penelope as their wives, Eloise or I, but they had known her since leading strings.

Gregory and Hyacinth had not spoken a word, nor had they smiled.

Not that I care. I would rather be anywhere but here.

Everything reminded me of her.

Even the settee reminded me of her. In the settee that Eloise currently occupied, Penelope once sat alongside Eloise, gossiping, reading, and observing.

She wasn’t supposed to die.

She was too good, too kind.

She deserved to live a long happy life.

The days bled into one another and suddenly it was her funeral, and when I walked up to the casket, my knees had gone weak; I began sobbing, it felt as though my heart shattered and started clawing it’s way out of my body. I felt my soul implode and cry for the loss of my love.

Anthony and Benedict had to carry me out.

All I did for weeks was drink and sleep.

There was no light, no happiness without her.

Without her, there was no point of living.

Her smile could light up a room.

Her intelligence could intimidate even the most well-read of men.

I could pick her out in a room full of people with her beautiful red hair.

Now she was gone; she was ripped away from me.

I saw no end to the pain I was enduring.

“Maybe if I told her I loved her she wouldn’t have gotten on to that carriage,” I said. My voice breaking into a sob.

I woke up panting, sweat dripping down my face.

I looked down to make sure that it was just a dream; oh thank God it was.

She was still in my arms. She was still alive. The dream felt too real for my liking. So, I held her closer and tighter than I thought could ever be physically possible. I needed to make sure that dream never became a reality. The mere thought of her dying made my heart ache with unbearable pain. And before I could stop myself, I started crying.

I couldn’t help it, without Penelope, there was just darkness.

I must have shed some tears onto Penelope because her eyes started to flutter open.

My green eyes met her blue ones, and once she realized I was crying, she sat up.

Her eyes were tired but worried.

“Colin, what is the matter?” She asked me, her voice slightly raspy from sleep.

I could never lie to her. She always saw right through me. I didn't even try to conceal my tears or hide the truth behind them. I began explaining my dream to her.

Instead of laughing at me, she just hugged me.

Cradling me in her embrace, she whispered sweet nothings into my ear.

“It's okay, Col. I'm here.”

“I love you.”

“Everything is alright, I'm right next to you.” She knows me so well.

She knows that I hate myself for making her wait twelve years.

She knows that I often think about being too late.

She knows that I have an agonizing fear of losing her. But, with her voice soothing me, I fell asleep in her comforting embrace.

[joelslegalwhrereads]

Hiiii! I saw that your requests are open! Can you please do one with August Walker, when Ethan Hunt and the team that he has a wife and son and they get to see how soft august is with his family but immediately shifts to his usual self with them?

THIS IS THE NEW VERSION! Please follow the link to read the new version instead of this one! ❤️

Softy on the inside

paring ⁀➷ dad!august walker x (fem!)mom!reader

word count ⁀➷ 1.1k

summary ⁀➷ up in the ask

warnings ⁀➷ soft!august (for his family only), swearing, kinda questionable morals, making out (kind of), fluff

a/n ⁀➷ (tell me if I missed a warning pls!) soft!august but only for his family?? yes pleasee! Thanks for the request love!

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You knew who August Walker was. What he had in mind. And yet, you couldn't feel anything but love for him.

You didn't support his actions, and he was well aware of it. But you knew that you couldn't stop him if he wanted something. You were just like him when it came to being stubborn.

August may have had some very questionable morals and worldviews, but when he was with you, nothing of that mattered. He was the most loving, caring and respectful man you have ever met. The moment he laid eyes on you, August knew you were his one in a million, his future wife and the mother of his children.

And now, almost four years later, that’s exactly what you were. His wife, the love of his life, and the mother of his son.

Your phone rang in your pocket, and you fished it out of your jeans. „Hey Walker." you teased him, using his - and your - last name. A game you loved to play. „Hey, Y/N.“ he teased you back using your full name. “Baba, baba!” your son excitedly babbled, seated on your hip. He could sense his daddy from a mile. You giggled and nudged his nose with yours.

“Hey mister.” August grinned at the other end of the phone. The two have had a special bond ever since they first looked at each other the day your baby was born. That day, in the small hospital room with just the three of you, August’s eyes changed. Into the ones of a father, one that would do anything, literally anything, to keep his family safe.

Changing to a more serious tone, you asked, „Is everything okay?". "I'm good, baby. Uhm, I just forgot the other phone at home…" his voice lowered at the last part of his sentence. „Could you maybe bring it? Just if that's fitting for you, I don't wanna boss you around, peaches." „Don’t worry, where are you right now?" you asked while looking for the phone.

Finding it laying on the dresser, just as he described, you put it in your pocket. „I'll send you the address. I love you, peaches." August softly said. „I love you." you returned with a smile.

"Let's bring Daddy his phone, shall we?" you smiled at the little man on your arm. He smiled up at you, his eyes - which looked just like your own - shining with joy. You chuckled and kissed his hairline.

August was heading for the safe house in London and you knew he needed the phone, he wouldn't have called you if it wasn't truly important. And you knew it was safe, August would never risk having you, nor your child, in danger.

You were just going to combine this with a visit to the playground, a win-win situation, since August would have his phone and you could go on a swing with your little man and maybe even wear him out, so he'd be fast asleep for his nap time.

The address August sent you wasn't far away. Pushing the stroller in front of you, you had a glance at your phone from time to time, just to make sure you were walking in the right direction. „Baba!" your eyes followed the direction of the little hand, pointing at his daddy. August must've heard it, because he did the same. A smile crept up his face as he saw the two of you, and you waved a hand as you returned his smile. He was still standing a few meters away from you when you stopped. There was no need to get any closer to the group he was standing with.

The name to which August reacted seemed to draw the attention of his bystanders. A woman turned around to look at you, and you gave her a small smile, which she returned.

„Who's that?" One of them asked as he watched the interaction between you and your husband. „None of your business, Hunt." August spat out with a look that could kill, clearly showing that he couldn't stand the man in front of him one bit.

He made his way to you with heavy steps, anyone else would run if a man his size came towards them, but his gaze softened with every step he took until he finally stood in front of you.

„Hi handsome." you smiled up at him as you handed August his phone. „Hey peaches," he put it in his suit pocket, kissing your cheek, „Thank you."

„Be careful please." Your smile was now replaced with worry. August nodded, and a smile crept up at the corner of his lips, a strong hand at your chin tilting your head slightly up to look at his eyes, „I promise." he said in a low voice. He kissed the top of your nose, and you closed your eyes at his loving gesture, while the group he left behind couldn't believe their eyes at August Walker's sudden change. It was as if he was someone else. Instead of the cold and often rude behavior, he seemed loving and protective.

August bent down to your son, who was still in his stroller, looking up at his parents. „Hey man," August grinned at him, „Take care of mommy until I'm back, alright?" With bright eyes, your mini me shook his head yes and babbled some incomprehensible words at his dad. August tousled through his dark hair.

"Don't go anywhere until I'm back." he looked back at you with a hint of concern in his eyes. He tried to hide it, but you could see right through it. „Promise" you smiled. August bent down a little to connect your lips with his. Your eyes shut close, savoring the moment and the scent radiating from him.

His lips were soft, and you quickly opened yours for him. August didn't waste another second and deepened the kiss, cupping your face with his strong hands. Yours were already wrapped around his neck, lightly tugging at his hair. A soft moan escaped your lips as he gently bit your lip. August planted one more kiss on your lips before his hands wandered down to your hips, pulling you even closer. „I love you, peaches." he whispered. „I love you too." Your arms wrapped around his torso, your head nuzzling into his muscular chest. August's hands wandered up your back, and he just held you close for some time.

„Now, aren't you going to introduce us to your lady and the little Walker?" Hunt asked him once August returned to them. „No.“ was all he coldly said, the August they all knew being back.

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[splatasha-jumpinoff]

To not grow old in | n.r

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x truth!seeker reader

Warnings : None.(angst?)

Summary : You`re there when Clint comes back without Natasha. But are you really? 870 words.

Song : Another love - Tom Odell. A/N : i am no writer. This is just for fun.

"See you in a minute." Natasha smiles, giving your hand one last squeeze before dissapearing in a flash. A vague smell of peach scented shampoo hung in the space she previously occupied.

You tried to remind yourself that she would be alright. She was a trained assassin, she knew what she was getting into. You knew she wouldn't get herself into a situation unless she saw a way out. You tried to ground yourself in that knowledge and in the lingering feeling of her palm in yours.

A beeping sound started coming from the computers Bruce was sitting at. Beep, beep, beep. The sound was disturbingly familiar, almost like a-

"Something is wrong on Clint's side!" Bruce yelled while furiously typing away.

Clint's side? Natasha was on that side.

"What's wrong Bruce?" As the words died on your tongue, one of the miniscule lights on one of the many screens plastered on the wall flickering then going out. A bad feeling made your heart skip a beat.

"Bruce-" Before you could ask a second time, the sound of your teammates returning filled the room. A minute had already passed.

The bad feeling only spread further as you noticed the absence of Natasha and Clint. What had happened?

"Where's Clint?" Steve still sported a cheerful look despite the others quickly catching up with the fact that something was up. A few seconds later, a beaten up Clint made his appearance in a burst of light, a yellow stone clutched in his hand.

But you couldn't care less about Clint's state, or the stupid stone, or the looks the team was exchanging. Where was Natasha?

"Clint...?" Your voice trailed, almost inaudible. You couldn't bear thinking about the worst, no matter how much Natasha insisted you do so in the past. The look he gave you made your knees weak.

"She's gone."

Two words. Two words you had foolishly hoped to never hear in your lifetime. You felt the world sway, and you would've colla^psed right there had it not been for Scott catching you in time.

"Y/N-"

"No! Surely we can do something about it! I can go back in time, I can save her-"

"Y/N." Clint was by your side now, arm extended towards you. "She's gone. Even if we could go back, there's no pills left." His voice wavered. "She's gone."

You felt numb. There's no way she would be gone. You were going to sleep and wake up to her smiling face tomorrow. The image of emerald green eyes still hazy with sleep staring at you in adoration filled your head.

Clint touched your arm, and before you could recoil, scenes started playing through your mind like some grotesque movie;

Clint and Natasha, talking to what seemed to be one of Harry Potter's Azkaban guards.

Clint and Natasha, racing toward the edge of a cliff.

"It's okay." A whispered pardon while she dangled from the end of a flimsy rope.

Then a thud.

The vision ended abruptly, your powers coming to a stop, leaving you wide eyed and panting. So he was saying the truth. She's gone.

She's gone.

She's gone.

She's gone.

The phrase rang through your mind like a mantra. It still didn't sound like the truth, but your powers never lied. It brought an anger with it. And anger was better than crying. Better than showing weakness.

"What are you still doing here? Don't you have a gauntlet to make?" Your voice was harsher than you meant, but you didn't care.

One by one, they exited the warehouse, casting worried and apologetic glances towards the ring on your left hand. It wasn't fair, she was their teammate as well. But you didn't want their pity. Not now, not later.

Not never.

She had promised.

"'till the end of the line."

She was the best there was.

You scoffed."was". That's what death did. It turned "is" into "was".

You don't know how you got there, but after a while you became aware aware that you were in your room, sobs getting louder by the second.

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You wake up in a cold sweat, your alarm blaring in the deserted apartment. The window is open, a cold breeze swaying the curtains.

After shutting the windows, you quietly pad through the cold kitchen to the small living room, turning on the TV on and setteling on a rerun of FRIENDS. the nightmare was already fading from your memory.

"Fanny!" Silence. "Fanny girl! C'mon Fanny." A shuffling sound was heard, and your dog stumbled in the living room, plopping on the couch beside you and providing a source of warmth for your frozen feet.

On the kitchen table? your computer lays forgotten. A notification lits up the screen, a messge from your friend. Your browser is open, a few news articles and other pieces related to what your thesis was going to be;

"The multiverse : Real or fake? A study by Dr. Strange."

[otomes-and-tears]

♦ Peach Blossoms ♦

► tags/warnings: Soulmate!AU, Shiloh x MC

► summary: Shiloh doesn't have a soulmate, but JB does.

► words: 889

► a/n: Hi! I know it has been ages since I've last posted, but the last few months have been very chaotic and I haven't really been able to finish anything. I didn't want to abandon this blog. I still love writing and fulfilling requests, even if I wasn't able to make time for it. Now I'm trying to get back to it, and I decided to start by finishing an incredibly self-indulgent fic I've had on the back burner for months!

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Shiloh always had a feeling he’d never have a mark.

It’s difficult to explain how and why, but it’s something that has been a part of him for as long as he can remember. 

He never formed attachments as other people did. He’d make friends out of convenience, he’d obey the orders of the strongest and swiftly make his exit once they didn’t serve his purposes anymore. It was quick and painless, no affection involved. He didn’t really miss any of the people he left behind (aside from a lingering fondness for a childhood friend he hadn’t seen in too long) and didn’t think of them at all after they were gone.

And there was that terrible, sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that whispered that there was no one waiting for him, no one mandated by the universe to love him.

It was comforting, even if it wasn’t nice.

No soulmate meant that he was free to do as he pleased, one less person to keep around long after they passed their usefulness, no one he’d have to explain himself to and no one to force him to change. it’s not like Shiloh doesn’t know the way that he does things is unusual, but it’s not like people don’t know they’re being used. They just like being flattered.

So the morning after his sixteenth birthday, when no new mark showed up on his wrist, he wasn’t upset or surprised.

It was just a confirmation of something he already knew.

He was different, and he was free to do as he wished.

So he pulled on his jacket, making sure that his wrists were properly hidden underneath his sleeves. At the very least, it would buy him enough time until he could figure out an excuse.

The weeks following weren’t too difficult. 

People knew him well enough to know that he’d go along with whatever excuse they conjured up as to why he was so keen on hiding his wrist— his mark was scarred up because his soulmate was dead (he made sure to look very sad whenever that was brought up), his mark matched a celebrity (he effortlessly pretended to be flustered by it) or it was someone that he knew, but that didn’t share his match.

Only a few people bought the excuse that Shiloh wanted his soulmate to be the first person who’d see his mark. That made him seem like a romantic, and more people seeing him in a good light was a fine enough trade for all the jokes made about him being a slut.

There was always the pity too, of the possibility that bubbly, optimistic Shiloh was unlucky enough to be one of the unmarked.

The sad, few people that the universe didn’t care enough to think about.

Pity was generally an easy emotion to exploit, but it didn’t mean that deep down it didn’t annoy him to no end that people saw it this way, even if it was the truth.

Well, the truth never really mattered to him anyway.

JB was different.

There was something about how she carried herself, in her relentless confidence, her impulsiveness and her quick-witted responses to everything the jerks in their after-school group threw at her.

Her bubbliness, her pleased smile whenever he flirted back, the way her skin felt so soft and warm when he found an excuse to touch her. How easy JB was to understand and how quickly he was able to become someone she wanted to keep around, just as long as he kept showering her with compliments and acquiescing to her demands. 

Shiloh was perceptive. Of course, he knew about the pink flowers on her wrist. His eyes zeroed in on it when she reached out to grab something or would roll up her sleeves in order to not dirty her uniform. 

Peach blossoms. She had explained to him.

It means luck in love, beauty. All the things JB was sure she had.

There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that her soulmate would be absolutely perfect, that they would be the ultimate power couple and rule the world together if they so wished.

But before she found them, she wanted to see other people. JB wanted to have as much fun as possible before settling into the relationship she was meant to be in. I don’t want to live the rest of my life regretting not living to the fullest while I could, she told him, fingers brushing against her soulmark carefully, eyes filled with fondness for someone she didn’t yet know.

And Shiloh believed her. There was no way he couldn’t when she was so certain, so self-assured. 

But he wanted her.

He felt drawn to her like he had never felt drawn to anyone else, nearing the point of obsession.

It didn’t really matter if she belonged to someone else.

He would make sure it wouldn’t be a problem.

If he didn’t have a soulmate, there was nothing that stopped him from being with whomever he pleased. The universe didn’t care enough to give him a connection, so he’d fabricate one of his own.

All for her. For them.

Monday morning, when he got to school, he had delicate peach blossoms perfectly drawn into the skin of his wrist, hidden away by his long sleeves.

[aloneatpeace]

In another universe

Chapter 1

Starry night

Your family is your safe heaven it's always have been. Every sorrow will fade away when your mom give you a wide smile and your dad spin you around successfully making erupt from laugh. Sticking touge out your brother.you melt in your dad's embrace as your mother smile at both of you.

" Stop babying her, she is not a kid anymore. She is 7 " Jack whine as he watch tv occasionally chewing the fruits that your mom chopped.

" Aww, but she is .no matter how old she is alway going to be our little girl " Your dad coos as he set next your brother with you on his lap. Your mother shake his head at your father antics.

" He is jealous dad " You exclaim with a wide grin on your as your brother let out huff in annoyance.

" I'm man I don't need babying " He protest proudly at this your mother and father let out laugh.

" Honey you're 11 " Your mother came with fresh orange juice.

" Yeah. You're just kid like me " You pipe in carefully gripping the cup that your mother give you. Your dad help you drink it while his other hand move the hair out of your face.

" But I'll be man faster . Right dad? " Jack look at his father a small pout on his lips.

" Yes you will, and you're going to look after your sister " Dad giving him warm smile running hands through jacks hair he push his hands away saying his ruining his hair style.

" You hear that. I'm going have to take care of you and you have to listen to everything I say " He said with victory smile on his and your mother laugh at your pouty lips . You scream a loud no before breaking from your father's embrace and running out your brother run after you.

" Hey be careful " Your mother scold. And she slap your fathers arm as he just laugh loudly at your temper tantrums. You father look at your mother , eyes full of love and affection.

" Thank you for giving me a beautiful life with two amazing kids. You're a great mother " He tell her as he embrace her. Your mother heart filled with warmth

" You're a great father too. I couldn't do this with out you. " She tell him as she wrap her arms around your dad.

"I love you "

" I love you too "

You run from your brother and bump into a women .

" Why are you running sweetheart, are you okey " She kneel down to your leavel

" Yeah, I never seen you before. Are you new here " You tilt your head to said

" Aren't you a sharp girl, yes I'm. What is your name honey. You have a lovely hair " She tuck your hair behind your ear. You let out giggle at the comment.

Before you can tell your name your brother grip your arm pulling you away from the stranger and without a second thought he run with you to the house. Yelling for mom and dad not listening to your protests.

" Hey slow down" You try to get out of his arm.

"DAD. MOM " At your brother's yell your dad open the front door to see you and jack in the door step. Your mother just behind him.

" What happened why are you running " He crouch down in front of you.

" Dad, didn't you tell not talk to strangers, " After getting a nod from your father he continue " Well Y/n here was talking to a strange women and telling her name "

" What... Where? " Your moms eye's wide and she kneel in front of you as your father get up and look around the road.

" There is no one there buddy, are you sure? " He turn to you and gesture to get in home.

" Yeah, I saw her touching peaches hair. That's when I pulled her away from the woman " Jack take the water from mother taking a sip.

You silently sit in the sofa head hung low.

"Hey peaches can you look at me? " At your father soft voices you look at him.

" Is it true, what did the lady asked you "

You node your head " She said she is new and I had lovely hair " You said in small voice.

" Y/n how many times I told you not to talk to stranger you see. You don't talk to them. You don't listen to them and you don't take anything from them. Your grounded they is no play time outside " Your mother scolded you. Her anger evide in her voice and you start to whimper .

" Okey. That's enough no more scolding. It's okey peaches. Just don't repeat it okey " Your father sooth you brushing away the fallen tears. " You did god buddy. " He kiss him on his head before taking you in his arm at walking to upstairs.

" I didn't mean to make you disappointed dada "you mumble through hiccups.

" I know sunshine, you know daddy and mommy love you " You nod head on his shoulder.

" And love you too " He kisses your hair tenderly rubbing your back.

When the night came your mother tuck you're brother kissing him good night. She walking into balcony to see your dad in chair with you in his chest .

" You guys didn't come to eat " She take a seat in the chair beside.

" Yeah. Didn't had a appetite neither does peaches. " He look down at you peacefully sleeping after a good amount of crying.

" I was scared. I didn't want her to be in the list of missing children in this town not now not ever. " Your mother reach ou andt run her finger through your hair.

" She won't. Not my baby "your dad's grip tighten around you Protectviley. Lately there had been numerous young girls been missing around the age of 8 to 10 only later to find dead missiles away.

" Maybe we should tell her or move from here " Your mother suggest .

" We can't tell her. She doesn't need that that trauma now all she need is good childhood . And we don't have enough money to move you know " He exhale looking at stary night your mother does the same.

" Come on. We go bed now " Your mother tell him glancing at your father.

" We'll. Just little later. The sky look beautiful. Peaches wanted to seem them but she fall asleep " He draw circles on arm. Your mother hum before laying her cardigan on top you kissing on temple and your dad's.

" Few minutes before it's gets too cold "

" Okey "with that your mom go to bed.

After some time your dad look down at you when move around look at him with sleepy eyes .

" Hey peaches, you know I'm always going to look after you. As long as I'm here no one will hurt you or your brother. I'll be with you just the stars in the sky , always be there with you my darling. " You turn the sky and starts to drift off again.

The moonlight dance around the sky. Stars bright than ever. Figures hidden under dark hood watch your home from the back yard of your home. Mumble in Latin , blue glow run around them . The crescent moon shape shadow visble on you're bedroom windows.

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I don't know what happened to my second blog but I'm not taking any risk so I'm copying my fic here

[sawyerconfort]

How do you think the Rockford peaches would react to being jealous?

(This is dedicated to the anon who asked for jealous Greta Gill also, so enjoy!)

This is Rockford Peaches (+ Max) being jealous...

Enjoy!

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Being Jealous With The Rockford Peaches (+ Max)

W H A T  H A P P E N S  W H E N...

(Carson Shaw, Greta Gill, Maxine Chapman, Maybelle Fox, Jo de Luca, Lupe Garcia, Jess McCready, Esti Gonzales and Shirley Cohen)

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Carson Shaw

She had seen you. Carson had seen the exact moment that man came to greet you in the stands and held you for a long time, causing you to stop paying attention to your girlfriend's game.

When he finally gave you a break, you watched her with intent eyes on the bleachers, baseball bat in hand and a straight face. People who didn't know her and didn't know about you could well imagine that she would be focusing on the hit, but you knew that wasn't it.

However, you didn't return to the subject until they were alone at the Peaches' house. Carson didn't avoid you either, as you thought she would, but the entire time he was frowning and saying little, which was unusual.

“You can talk to me about it now if you want to,” you told her as soon as you closed the bedroom door. Carson looked at you and shrugged. "I just want you to be sure of one thing: I don't live up to anything he wants."

She looked up and smirked, still a little tense. "Carson, seriously..."

"I know, love, I know," she smiled, properly this time, and pulled you by the arm to lie on her lap. Carson grabbed your face and kissed you from every corner, giggling as she watched your reaction. “I just don't like people looking at what's mine, you know?” she whispered teasing you, and you nodded.

“Relax, coach. I'm just yours. All yours."

Greta Gill

You two were at a bar, after a few grueling games, relaxing. And a man came to talk to you just as Greta got up to get the two of you another drink. She was squinting at the situation, assessing the moment when you would be uncomfortable to kick him out. But the moment didn't happen.

So she had to use it another way. Controlling her inner anger, she called out to you aloud, very clearly, without fear of judgment: “Baby?”

You and the man turned at the same time. He looked shocked, and then when you got up and walked towards Greta, she wrapped both arms around you and kissed your neck, staring at the man.

"Oh... you already have...", he cleared his throat, unable to finish his sentence. "Excuse me, ladies, I really didn't mean to offend you ladies."

“Fine,” you said, and watched him leave. When he was away, you turned to Greta. “Love, what was that?”

The redhead smiled and hugged you, kissing your cheek tenderly. “Fine,” she mimicked your tone of voice. “Seriously, (Y\N), you were better once, baby.”

You nodded, and bit your lip in satisfaction. “I love it when you get jealous. It's sexy.”

Maxine Chapman

"Don't look now, there's a girl next to her."

Max couldn't resist, even with Clance's warnings, she looked your way and saw that girl fawning over you and making small talk, making you laugh and that other stuff. Max was jealous of that scene, but at the same time, she felt inadequate and diminished.

When the matter was over, you went to her. And noticed that she was sad. Clance started talking in your ear, but you pretended to ignore her, worried about Max. Pulling her to a corner where no one could see you, you handed her a glass of drink. “What happened, Max?”

“(Y\NN), be honest,” she pleaded, taking a sip. “Am I enough for you?”

“What?” you asked, chuckling. “What kind of question is that, Max? Of course you are! You are more than enough for me, love!”

"It's just that I thought...", she sighed. “Clance saw you. I saw you talking to that girl and I thought maybe you wanted to replace me...”

And then you kissed her, by surprise, understanding that this was probably the first time Max had been jealous, but finding it all very sweet. When you broke the kiss, you wiped her tears and hugged her. “I would never be able to trade you for anyone in this world, Max. You are and will always be the only woman I love.”

Maybelle Fox

"Don't talk to me."

“May? Maybelle, please tell me what happened.”

You tried to get to her, but Maybelle closed the bedroom door before you could try to reach her. As it was not locked, you pushed the handle and successfully opened it. Your eyes strayed to a sullen Maybelle sitting on the bed hugging a pillow.

“Why don't you go after her now, huh, (Y\N)?”, Maybelle whispered, a cute pout on her lips. "I'm sure she knows very well what happened."

You let a scornful chuckle escape. “I can't believe you're jealous of me, Maybelle Fox”, and then you sat down next to her and started kissing your girlfriend on the cheek. "I can't believe you turn into a sulky baby when you're jealous of a girl."

“I don't turn into a sulky baby!” she insisted, ducking. "And I'm not jealous of you, ever."

You smiled again and kissed her a few more times. “You're cute when you're jealous, honey. It's okay to admit...”

“FOR THE LAST TIME, (Y\N), I AM NOT JEALOUS!”

Jo de Luca

"Jo, you're going to end up breaking your bow and darts, honey."

“Should have thought of that before you hit on her, (Y\NN).”

You rolled your eyes, kissing Jo's cheek. “Baby, I didn't hit on her, it was the other way around. And she knew I had a girlfriend, yet she insisted.”

“Prove it to me, little fox,” she whispered, teasing you. “Prove it to me. She's coming over there..."

And then, you glanced at the girl who had flirted with you at the bar. She waved in your direction and was getting close when you just turned to Jo and kissed her hard, practically throwing yourself on top of her and getting in the way of playing. You couldn't see how the girl acted, but when Jo parted her lips from you, she turned and held out her middle finger to the girl.

“Suck it bitch, she's my girlfriend!” Jo yelled, turning to kiss you again. "God, I think I'm going to want to be jealous more often, just to see if you kiss me more easily, little fox..."

Lupe Garcia

"What's up baby?"

You rolled your eyes trying not to mind the teasing, but of course it didn't work because the man was still on your tail while Lupe was getting drinks at the bar.

It was a gay bar, what the hell was he doing there?

“How about we go over there in the corner, huh? Chatting away? Drink a little something? What do you think, huh, sweetie?” he whispered, getting closer and closer to you and making you uncomfortable. "I promise we'll be quick."

“Hey, idiot!”

Lupe's voice reached your ears, and the smell of her cigarette was present as she pulled you away. “What do you think you're doing with my girlfriend, man? Leave her alone.”

"I was just trying to make small talk, be polite..." he explained. “But I can include you in the conversation, Latina, with no ulterior motives. Unless you want."

You tried not to throw up as Lupe approached him, and when she threatened to punch him, you grabbed her arm. “Leave my girlfriend alone, you asshole! Get out of here now!”

He rolled his eyes and left as Lupe pulled you away, a cigarette in his mouth and a smile behind his teeth. When you were alone, she took the cigarette out of her mouth and threw it on the floor, kissing you hard.

“You are mine, (Y\N), I would do anything for you”, she whispered before you could say anything. It was always like that when Lupe got jealous, and you were getting used to it all...

Jess McCready

"Jess, tell me what's wrong, please!"

Silence reigned in the Peaches' room. You and Jess had just gotten out of practice and, being teammates, were facing the same dilemmas, this included people of all kinds looking at you all the time. All possible looks.That would always be uncomfortable. And Jess hated being uncomfortable.

"Jess, love, please, if you don't talk to me, I'll never know...", you tried to get her attention, but there was nothing. "Did that guy say something to you?"

"Ever heard of 'shut the hell up'?" she asked you, rudely. And so, you finally realized the problem in the situation.Jess was having a fit of jealousy.

You surprised her by jumping on top of her and knocking her onto the bed. You glued your lips to hers and didn't stop kissing her until Jess gasped and pulled you by the collar away from her mouth.

"What the fuck, (Y\N)?", she asked, her tone still rude.

"Nothing, I just really like it when you're jealous of me."

Esti Gonzales

It was the first time you and Esti had gone out politically on a date. Because of her time as a player, and because of her Spanish, of course, she didn't spend a lot of time with you.

She was crazy to be able to go out and get into the midst of Americans, and she was even crazier that she would do that to you, who was a few years older and highly responsible. In addition to being a girlfriend, you were an example for Esti, an example of the person she wanted to be when she matured a little more.

And your date promised to be pleasant, if it weren't for a guy getting up to walk over to your table and offer to buy you dinner, seeing you'd forgotten your money.

"I can pay for you and your daughter, no problem."

Wait a minute. Daughter?????

"Oh, actually, I would appreciate it, but...", you lost the words, in the face of embarrassment. The way he looked at you… God… was he really hitting on you?

Suddenly, Esti stood up, taking you by surprise.

"I'm not her daughter, you idiot! I'm her girlfriend! And I really think you should get the hell out of here now."

That was a clear demonstration that Esti Gonzales was jealous of you. And you thought it was cute, of course.

Shirley Cohen

"She insisted, said it was just a tantrum."

You smirked at Carson as you walked into the Peaches' bedroom, following your girlfriend, who was lying in bed looking the sickest in the world, as if she was suffering from some incurable disease.

"Shirl, baby, it's okay."

"YOU'RE NOT WITH THAT ANEMIC GIRL, ARE YOU?"

"Shirley," you grinned, knowing she was dying of jealousy and just didn't know how to handle it. "Remember I told you to live one thing at a time? No need to throw a tantrum because I went to talk to my best friend, honey."

"(Y\N)...", she sighed, sitting up in bed. "Oh God, I'm a total mess, aren't I?" she pouted. "I'm sorry honey, I don't know how to deal with all this avalanche of feelings for you. You know how it is, I've never dated a woman before..."

"I don't care," you replied, sitting down next to her. "You're just looking out for me, showing you care for me. But you didn't have to get sick because of me, Shirley."

'"She is your best friend?"

"Just best friend, I swear."

Shirley sighed again and hugged you. "I'm sorry, I promise I'll never be jealous again, or end up in a hospital bed..."

"Not if I'm here to take care of you, love."

[auroraknux]

And like with Bowsario it'd be the same altho I am very willing to bet both sides of the ship are heavy on the denial so ita this sorta thing where everyone else can kinda see it and are waiting for it to happen but these two knuckleheads. It's Bowser who comes to the realization first and, like with anything he doesn't understand, he kidnaps Peach to vent to her about it

I personally imagine that Bowser doesn't understand what his feelings mean at first. It takes Peach being forced to be his therapist for him to realize that, not only has he never had any feelings for her, but he may not actually be into girls at all. It explains why all of his past flings (including the one that resulted in his son) always made him feel so empty, like he was just going through the motions. Mario, on the other hand, he's always had this confusing obsession with; he's always trying to impress him, and his stomach feels weird every time Mario smiles or laughs. As he comes to realize during that fateful kidnapping session, that's what a crush is actually supposed to feel like.

As annoyed as Peach is about being kidnapped and made to play therapist so much, she feels kind of bad for Bowser; he clearly has no idea how love and relationships are meant to work, which is definitely because of his infamously nasty father. So, she shows some compassion, and tries to help him understand that you can't force someone to love you, and that trying to force a relationship will just make you both unhappy. Bowser thinks about his parents' relationship, and realizes how messed up it truly was. In the short time he knew his mother, he never saw her smile even once. He doesn't want to do that to Mario. He likes his smile. He also wants to give Jr. the happy, healthy childhood he didn't have. So, he wants to do this relationship stuff right. The only problem is, Mario would never like him back--or, so he thinks. After all, who would love someone as evil as him?

Mario has secretly been attracted to Bowser from pretty much the beginning. That first battle between them awoke something in him--something he finds shameful and embarrassing. (It doesn't help that he's already repressing his sexuality.) So he's been trying to suppress those feelings, hoping they'll go away eventually. They don't, of course. He hides it from everyone, even the people close to him. After all, if people knew that he's madly in love with the guy that's constantly terrorizing them, they'd never see him the same way again. The only problem is, Luigi is his twin, and knows pretty much everything about him.

Luigi is shocked and confused at first. But at the same time, he also isn't. Mario has always been the type of person who has compassion for everyone, and always sees the good in people, even no one else can. He's always been worried that it's going to get Mario taken advantage of someday. That's his real concern, in the end. When he does finally confront Mario about his crush, he reassures him that it doesn't change his image of him. However, if Bowser does anything to harm him, he will march right into that castle and give Bowser a piece of his mind. Mario appreciates it, but is also convinced that it doesn't matter. After all, Bowser clearly hates him...right?

So we have these two idiots who are super into each other, and everyone is slowly catching onto it except for them. There's a ton of tension between them at every sports competition, every Mario Kart race, every battle, and it's not the type of tension that the public thinks it is. They want each other badly, but are both afraid of the rejection they're sure is inevitable. Luigi and Peach are getting more and more exasperated by the day. At this point, they might have to stage an intervention and make them confess to each other.

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Sorry, didn't mean to ramble on like that. I just have way too many headcanons about these two characters, LMAO

Actually, that ask might've been the inspiration I've been needing all this time. Thanks, anon!